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Fancy Man & The Southern Gent Ch. 02

Dear Readers: WARNING. This is a much darker story than the first Fancy Man tale and involves some harsh scenes. This writer begs you to remember that this is fiction. Trained professionals and therapists are best suited to handle mental and emotional disorders.



In addition please do not try any of the acts portrayed in this story unless both you and your partner are knowledgeable and/or trained consenting and properly protected against injury and accident.



With grateful thanks to Dusk Peterson for superb editing and info on all things leather.



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When I woke up the next morning Charles had moved. He was now kneeling by the bed forehead pressed to my hand. It looked as if he d been praying.



He was breathing hard and I felt him quake.



I rubbed my eyes. What s wrong? I demanded seriously worried.



Oh God he moaned pressing his head down harder on the back of my hand. Make them stop please. Tell them I m sorry. I m sorry!



I snatched my hand from him and got my legs over the side of the bed. Look at me!



He did. His eyes were crazed with fear.



Are they trying to hurt you? I asked sternly. The ghosts?



Yes they re—



I slapped his face hard. His head went about so fast I thought I d snapped his neck. His cheek went bright red.



Fuck— he breathed touching his face and gawking at me.



Who owns you? I demanded. Who laid claim to you last night?



You did Master.



Which makes you my property until this is over. Are the ghosts tops or bottoms slaveboy?



His mouth opened shut and opened again. I don t imagine he d ever been asked that question or thought about it come to that. Tops he said automatically.



Of course they were.



So if they want to do anything to you what must they do first?



They…. He paused. Blinked. …have to go through you he said this wonderingly.



Exactly what I d hoped he d say. Anyone who wanted to use my slave my property needed my permission. That was the rule.



Until we are done I am the only one who can touch you. No one else is allowed I informed him sternly.



He relaxed. It was quite remarkable. Call it sexual chemistry or the endorphins from that slap. Call it an epiphany. But you could see it. The voices of blame and accusation went silent in his head. His eyes cleared his face grew calm. Someone had finally gagged the damned ghosts.



Jesus Mary and Joseph he said still marveling like a kid at a science fair. I can t believe you just did that. Is this your way of discrediting the hype? It didn t work. I m converted.



I do have my moments I demurred.



You sure do. Charles drew in and released a breath. I…May I…make you breakfast Master?



My stomach growled. Yes you can. A big breakfast. No coffee.



Have that ready for you in a jiffy.



I watched his tight bruised ass leave then stood up and stretched. I caught sight of my boots. Sometime in dawn hours before he d had that panic attack Charles had blackened my old combats. He d done an award-winning job. The worn leather had a soft gleam and the laces had been re-done so that the left ones crossed precisely over the right ones. Nice touch.



He d probably sat himself down on the floor here and leaned up against the bed. He d listened to me snoring as he worked on the boots. His whipped ass had undoubtedly hurt like hell but likely he d been at peace treating himself to one of his favorite fetishes.



Is that when the ghosts had come back down on him? As he had finished up my boots with indulgent licks of spit had he suddenly thought that a man carrying his inherited crimes didn t deserve such a reward?



It made me wonder if I could really make a difference. I knew that could banish Charles ghosts from moment to moment. Brutalize scare sexually arouse even converse them out of his head for a night. But could I really exorcise them?



The smells of butter browning in a pan and maple syrup drew me into the living room. Charles had set out a huge stack of pancakes scrambled eggs and turkey sausages fried up with apples. There was milk and orange juice. I sat down and snapped a napkin out across my naked lap.



Have you eaten? I asked cutting into the sausage.



No Master. He was staring at my crotch expecting I suppose that I d feed him something special.



Down here I pointed and he went to his knees beside my chair. Hold onto one of the legs and don t let go.



I cut through the pancakes and forked up a sliver dripping with syrup. I fed it to him. The syrup glistened on his mouth and he almost let go of the chair leg to wipe at it. Then he remembered and held on. I waited till he d finished chewing and swallowing before leaning down and licking off the maple sugar glossing his lips. The second time I fed him the pancakes I sucked the syrup off his lips the third time I pushed my tongue into his mouth and tasted that liquid sweetness on the roof of his mouth. I continued this alternating bites between us until the stack was gone and Charles cock was twitching.



Finishing off eggs and sausages I inhaled the orange juice and drank half the milk. The rest I gave to Charles letting him gulp it down patting his lips dry with the napkin. He was going to need his strength I thought gazing down at him with sudden regret. What I had in mind was going to test both our limits. Had this been anything other than an exorcism I might have regretted as well that it would soon be over.



All this had better have some positive effect I found myself brooding. The idea of putting Charles through all this for nothing was intolerable. And it would be my fault if it ended up that way. I was the one who was so all-fire-sure I knew what I was doing. I really needed to tone down this god complex of mine.



What are you thinking? I abruptly asked Charles. I knew by now that he would answer. I hadn t yet figured out if his candor came from his old fashioned training where a slave always answered his master or because he viewed my questions as coming from the ghosts and he dared not lie or withhold.



Either way I knew he was at heart an honest man. Brutally honest. I admired him for that. I hadn t the courage to be that candid not even with myself.



He gazed up at me quite guilelessly still holding faithfully to the chair leg. I m thinking about how much my ass hurts this morning and how damn good you were with that whip. I m regretting that I didn t make more pancakes. He added with a lick of his lips. And I m thinking about what you said about being a modern black man.



My brows went up. That wasn t at all what I d expected to hear. What about it?



He glanced away. Don t you ever think about your ancestors? Think about all those years of slavery and racism and get angry?



Get angry at white men like me? is what he really meant.



Sure. I think about it. And I get angry. But if I think enough about it go back far enough then I have to acknowledge that some of my ancestors were probably slave owners. And I don t just mean whatever white blood runs through my veins. The slave trade flourished in Africa because tribes were willing to enslave each other sell their enemies and rivals to white folks. If we re innocent or guilty by way of some spiritual DNA passed along father to son then none of us is getting off scot-free.



I sighed. Thing is there are enough injustices happening in the here and now that I can be mad about and maybe do something about. I m not saying forget and forgive the past but that forty-acres-and-a-mule reparations that great-great-grandad was promised just ain t going to materialize. Time to let it go.



Charles laughed. I suppose.



I hesitated. The ghosts are almost satisfied I told him stroking his hair. But do you remember what I said yesterday?



Several heartbeats passed as he cast his mind back. Whippings.



This one s going to be bad. Authentic.



A long silence. It felt like the ghosts really were there standing between us pushing us each to do and be what they wanted not what we were. I was almost willing to end the whole thing in sheer defiance.



But this wasn t about me.



You re the master he said gray eyes meeting mine. I belong to you. You said so yourself. Do what you like with me.



I recognized that expression. Trust. A desire to prove himself. To please me.



Fuck.



Crawl to the whipping post. I watched as scrotum swinging he made his way to the bedroom. Then I got up and went through the pantry getting down the item I needed along with another bottled water. I also fetched a small bit of ginger out of the refrigerator. I prepared it and set it on a plate which I left on a nightstand as I crossed through the bedroom.



Bad I d warned Charles. Bad for both of us. We were talking you-are-there shit and the problem wouldn t be doing this to him it would be restraining that Xi energy which wanted to do it to him.



Charles was kneeling before the post. I bound his wrists to the ring on the opposite side. I was close and I was naked this time around deliberately so. What I was about to do was as intimate as any sex act. He could smell me. He could almost taste my bare skin as it brushed his.



I wrapped another rope right under his thighs so that his legs were also tied to the post and he had to stay on his knees. His cock was pressed up against the wood. His heavy balls hung there vulnerable yet again.



This time however I would have to be careful. This whip could do real damage. Was going to do damage.



It was the 4 bullwhip. I gave it a few swings a couple of cracks. I m not a master with whips like Burke but I have practiced practiced practiced. I ve snapped splinters off planks of wood and gone for accuracy by putting out candles and popping balloons. I knew how to get the whip to draw blood. My heart was pounding in my chest all the same a mix of nervous fear and vicious desire. Time to get to work.



Charles was now shaking. I didn t bother to warn him. I aimed and sent the whip cracking. It whooshed through the air. The trick with a bullwhip is not to pull back. You toss it out putting your whole body into the swing. The leather lashed down like fire across Charles upper back. He yelled and arched even as that gun-fire snap rang out over us.



A diagonal streak marked his broad white shoulders. I swung out again and this time the whip snaked about his ribs kissing his side. He fought against his bonds. Ruby droplets appeared on the welts.



Third crack of the whip and I felt that energy stirring in my loins as another line of blood appeared. Charles tried but couldn t hold back a howl of pain. I was feeling the heat of the exercise. A fourth slice down the back a fifth careful to avoid spine and kidneys. Charles was clinging to the post trying to cower from the poisonous sting of the whip. The leather had to feel like a knife cutting through leaving a burning throb behind. And whenever the whip cut across an existing slice it doubled the agony.



And there were his balls hanging defenseless. He had to be weak with terror just feeling them there. Feeling the breeze of the whip on them every time it struck his back.



I whipped him again and again.



Fifteen was the traditional number of punishment lashes back in pre-Civil War slave days but I stopped at twelve grateful that I hadn t made any stupid mistakes. Burke would have had my hide if he d been there seeing us both in the nude nothing to protect eyes or private parts. The blood trickled down from Charles wounds across his white back creating a glistening canvass of bejeweled streaks. I dropped the whip. Time to bring this home.



I fetched up the item I d gotten from the pantry and stepped over to where Charles hugged the post legs spread as if trying to fuck it. His tear streaked face came up as I approached. I made sure he could see what I had in hand.



Salt.



No! He began to struggle in earnest in genuine panic. I reached back between his legs and grabbed his balls. He stilled and he sucked in a breath as I squeezed.



Message received. I let go and poured salt into my hand. Charles started to cry. Pinning him at the back of the neck I rubbed my handful into his shoulder wounds.



He let out an ear-splitting shriek bucking and squirming against the ropes. I calmly poured more salt into my hand.



Mason he said in a strangled voice and I grew very still. Mason please don t.



I d given him no safe word but my name was very close to one. It surprised me that he even knew it. That he used it at all however was even more telling. It said he knew who I was outside of the role he d asked me to play that he recognized me as a man not just the ghosts avenger. The energy pulsing through me quieted for a moment and I found myself wondering what the fuck I was doing. I didn t want to make him suffer like this not like this as my ancestors had.



So why was I doing it? Hadn t I done enough?



I gazed at the whip marks the lower ones still seeping blood. No. There could be no ambiguity in Charles mind no hint that he hadn t suffered exactly what those black slaves had suffered. For this to have meaning to change things he would have to be taken beyond his own set limits. In every and any direction possible.



The ghosts demand it Charles I said. Hold on.



He screamed and screamed as I rubbed salt into the lower cuts. The pulsing searing pain of it must have been excruciating. He writhed in his agony.



I held off for as long as I could a part of me indulging in the song and dance of pain. Then I opened the water bottle and upended it over his back. The cries quieted down to exhausted sobs.



Thank you. Gratitude for putting an end to his misery. Is there more? God. Tell me if there s more.



That wasn t part of the deal. I brought over the trashcan matches and printed sheets.



The rest of the whipping notes. I showed him the pages. Rubbing salt or vinegar in the wounds was a common practice. It wasn t enough to rip the flesh from their bones.



I tore up the sheets quite vehemently and dropped them into the trash along with a lit match. This time I watched them burn with satisfaction. I was suddenly feeling angry though I wasn t quite sure at what or who.



I guess I was angry at those outdated tree roots the ones still entangling men like Charles fucking them up.



When I yanked Charles hair back this time I not only kissed him fierce and hard but caressed his throat. That white throat with its Adam s apple bared to me. I bit at it licked it. Invaded his mouth again kissing him till I could feel the pounding of his throat pulse under my fingers.



Who do you belong to? I suddenly demanded. It wasn t anything I d planned on saying it came right from my gut. No ghosts involved no role-playing. This was Mason talking.



And I was going to have this man s soul if it was the last thing I did.



You Master Charles whispered.



Who do you submit to?



You Master.



I stroked the throat again. Who will you abase yourself for?



You Master.



You hold to that post. I untied his hands and legs. He stayed where he was shaking with emotion and pain. I brought his hands round behind his back tying them there. Which must have hurt like fuck but all Charles did was suck in a breath and swallow hard.



I had one last thing to do and it was going to be as much for me as for the damn ghosts. I hauled him up by one arm and dragged him into bedroom. He was weak in the knees and quaking so badly that he could barely walk. I spun him around and shoved him onto the bed. He cried out as his whipped back landed.



I d have to get ointment on those wounds and soon. But not right now. I ran my fingers over him muscled shoulders chest that shaved pelvis. Then I spread his legs my hands pressing down on the soft flesh of his inner thighs.



I bent to suck his cock.



It was flaccid but sprung up almost instantly as my lips went over the tip. I caressed the rim with my tongue licked down the ridge and lapped at the velvet of his shaved balls. I tasted his sweat inhaled his musk. He gasped and writhed. I held him harder. This time it wouldn t be just ropes restraining him. In my power at my mercy. His cock was going to dance to my tune and his body was going to do as I commanded.



I set my knees where my hands had been pinning wide his thighs and took hold of his stiff cock stroking it to get it harder. He was watching me his breath coming in great gasps both terrified and aroused I didn t have to ask him what he was thinking I could see it on his face. Does my cock please you? Does my desire?



They did. God did they ever.



His eyes widened as I lifted into his sight what he d missed sitting on a plate on the nightstand. A inch-long matchstick sliver of peeled ginger. Sweat sprung out across his brow and upper lip and he shook his head in a mute plea as I slipped it past the lips of his cock just half-an-inch of it. He clenched his teeth at the cold uncomfortable feel. It must have been almost pleasant for a moment.



The moment ended. His pelvis began to thrust fighting against my weight on his thighs his arms strained against the ropes holding his hands behind his back. His body squirmed against the icy burn searing down his shaft.



I held tight to his penis rubbing the underside to keep it hard. His head snapped side to side hissing cries coming out.



Stop stop— He managed and then suddenly he tried to throw himself off the bed. I grabbed hold of his shoulders. I ve never in my many relationships had to use all my strength. I m big and powerful and a little of what I ve got goes a long way. But then I d never been with any man as beefy as Charles. It was a surprise to have to really put myself into holding him down. I broke into a sweat. It was exhilarating.



You Motherfucker! he screamed at me.



We were both slippery with perspiration by now drops trickling down our sides and off our faces. Charles was fighting with all his might and if his hands hadn t been bound behind his back he might have beaten me.



I finally got a fingers locked about his throat.



Some slaves fought back I hissed into his ear. Just like you re doing now. They used their strength to resist to kill owners and overseerers. The ones they hated like you hate me at this moment. They ran away. Sometimes they got away. Sometimes they decided to die rather than be taken. Sometimes they surrendered.



I emphasized the last with a squeeze at his throat even as I removed the ginger from his cock.



His breath came in great heaving breaths and his pelvis still worked to thrust even as the burn started to fade.



They weren t all helpless victims I emphasized. They did escape. They got revenge and justice sometimes.



Mason please. I felt him swallow the fury draining out of him. Mercy. A rest. Just a rest.



Not yet. I set my hands back on his thighs and returned my mouth to the head of his twitching cock. He gasped as I tongued his slit tasting the peppery remains of the ginger root. Against his will Charles cock stiffened and swelled. I lapped on down his ridge to his scrotum. I lifted his balls and paid particular attention the under side of his sack. He whimpered and moaned on down I went to that sweet spot just above the anus. I lapped at that area. He released a high cry of sudden pleasure arcing his back.



Pausing to rim his pink hole I started a warm wet trail back up to the tightening balls and then back down again.



Oh fuck fuck! he hissed as I returned to his cock this time with tongue and lips and teeth. I licked and lipped at it very slowly very deliberately until he was fiercely erect and slick with saliva and tangy precum.

He was writhing under me now. I grabbed the lube at the side of the bed and slathered it between his spread cheeks toying with his anus.



His breath came sharp as I slid a finger into his rectum. I found the prostrate almost immediately and rubbed at it even as I slid my other hand down his cock and squeezed there above the balls.



Do you want to cum? I demanded.



W-what you want he panted. What you want Master.



Standard answer. His first teacher had really done an excellent job. I pulled out from his ass and took him by the hair. I clenched but didn t jerk. His response was instant. The head went back offering me his throat surrendering his mouth. Just as I d taught him.



Fuck if he wasn t the bottom I ve been looking for all my life. My cock was hard and erect as I leaned in and kissed him.



I told you not to fuck with me I whispered and I saw his belly ripple with fear. You haven t tried to do that since the bar. Don t start doing it now.



He had his eyes shut. Tears leaked out from under the lids.



I want to cum he whispered. I want you to make me cum. But I think that you ll stop. I don t think the ghosts will let you give me that reward.



I released his hair and slipped my finger back into his anus stoking it in and out. I licked the tip of his cock savoring the hiss of his breath in agonized pleasure. The ghosts have no power over me I emphasized As for you…you re mine and what happens here and now is between you and me.



The tears rolled down his cheeks and his pelvis rocked helplessly. Then let me cum.



I had a condom ready. I released him and got it on my cock quick as I could then angled the tip at his hole. My shaft entered his hot rectum the firm walls giving way to me. I let the Xi energy flow pounding in making him cry out. As I pumped hard as I could I sensed the sparks he was feeling the same as I was feeling. His body tensed and spasmed. His anus clenched as he jetted his cum up across his belly almost at the same time that I shot mine within him.



In that pulse as we let our bodies shout there was no time only the now. There was no one else only us. There were no traditions no restrictions. For that heartbeat of ecstasy and elation we were free. Completely free.



Neither of us could move afterwards. We rested on the bed for I don t know how long and then I got up the strength to untie Charles hands and haul us both to the bath. I used the handspray to get us cleaned up. Then I dried off and got myself completely dressed before fetching the first-aid kit. Like all good slaves Charles had a kit that was top notch. I had him lie face down on the couch while I tended to his back.



I don t think there ll be much scaring I assured him rubbing ointment over the whip marks as well as the rope burns on his wrists and ankles. I d done a good job with the whip the cuts were thin and light. I d have to let Burke know how much I d learned from his lessons.



No matter Charles sighed. He was spent and I felt equally exhausted. I couldn t remember the last time I d worn myself out like this.



I wrapped Charles in blankets and settled him in one pillowed corner of the couch with bottled water. Then I fetched the final printouts from beside the computer. Accounts of slaves fighting back. Rebellions and such I explained shredding them. Into the little fireplace they went. I set them alight and sat back down on the couch. We both watched the flames the floating bits of charred paper until there was nothing but ash.



Abraham Lincoln Charles I said then.



It s over?



Yeah.



He blinked at me and shook his head in shock. I thought…I thought there was going to be more. Worse. The two tops I had before you—



Were lazy fucks who didn t know what they were doing I thought. I could have done a lot of ugly things I interrupted aloud. But that wasn t the point of this was it? For me to do as many horrible things to you as I could?



No he conceded It wasn t. It was about turning me into a slave. He met my eyes. I figured that out this morning while I was making you breakfast. If you made me suffer what they suffered than you made me one of them. A slave. Not a slave owner like my ancestors. That s why you tried to make my punishments correspond with what happened in the accounts. Why you didn t hold back when it came to rubbing salt in the wounds. Why you made me angry enough to fight back. Am I right? Is that what you were trying to do?



Did it work? I had to ask. Or did I completely fuck things up?



I don t know. He blinked. I do know that every time you burned some of those papers I felt a difference deep inside as if chains were being removed from my bones.



Not all for nothing then. I sighed with relief.



He shook his head. I still can t believe it s over. I thought we were going to go on for…a while longer he finished lamely and I didn t think that was quite what he d meant to say. It s like…waking from a dream.



A lot of guys tell me that.



He looked suddenly lost forlorn even. You ll be leaving.



Time to return to the twenty-first century I agreed. You know I felt compelled to add Whatever lingering effects slavery has had on this country most Southerners black and white do live in the present rather than in the past.



I do know that Mason. First-hand. He shrugged. Obsessions aren t always rational.



But they can be made to see reason. I leaned in. Even a bleeding heart liberal like yourself has to believe that we have some choices. That we re responsible for what we do. So let your ancestors take their own damn blame for the decisions they made. We moderns have enough on our own plates with our own lives we don t need to pile on every misdeed of our forefathers.



Point he conceded.



And Charles as a modern man I have to tell you I can t get behind the vengeful spirit thing. I mean you die and then with the secrets of the universe open to your ethereal form all you can think to do is haunt the living? What a colossal waste of time.



A smile touched his lips. Damn you fight dirty.



In love and war I agreed standing up. I have to go.



Right now? I mean…what about the favor?



The favor. What about it indeed? What do you do? I realized I d never asked him. For a living?



Me? I…I m a vet. The eyes dropped as if he feared I d laugh at him. Well still doing my residency. I work for an animal rescue center treating abused pets.



I stared at him. Someone in the universe was surely fucking with me. My dream slave was an animal lover.



Okay. I took in a breath. I haven t got a pet not yet but I ve been thinking of getting a cat. When I do I ll bring kitty into you for a free check-up and we ll call it even.



What? That s nonsense I heard him say as I headed out and Mason wait— but I was already shutting the door behind me.



I found myself breathing hard as I walked away as if I also had just woken from a dream or been freed from some very strange chains. It ought to have felt good to have escaped that to be finished with the damnable exorcism. It didn t. For some reason it hurt. It hurt like hell.



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Two weeks later I arrived at the Cockpit to hang with Robbie and watch a little Saturday sports before the regular crowd arrived. The bar opens at noon on weekends but it usually stays pretty empty until around three when folk start to arrive in anticipation of Happy Hour.



Such was the case today. It was empty and hollow but for red-haired Robbie behind the bar. He was setting up glasses and pulling bottles out of boxes.



Rob I greeted him.



Thank God he said pointing. He s been here since noon waiting for you.



It was Charles. I hadn t even noticed him because he was standing up against the wall as if the night had already begun and he was hoping to be picked.



Charles? I said crossing his way. He d been staring at his perfectly polished boots. His head came up at the sound of my voice and he hurried forward to meet me. He went right to his knees.



Hey no I said. Not before Happy Hour.



What? Really? He frowned but obediently got up. Now that s a curious rule. The warm inflection of that southern drawl fairly melted me.



I took him over to a booth. Damn he looked good relaxed and easy shoulders accented by that tight white tee. My cock recognizing his fragrance came alert. It was remembering how it had felt to dominate that body. I wanted to do it again. Right that very moment. It was fucking hard to keep my hands out of his hair to keep from pressing my lips to his and sticking my tongue down his throat.



Shit. In training him to like the kisses I d trained myself!



I rested back in the booth as casually as I could. You doing all right? I asked. Ghosts not bothering you?



Not since you kicked them out he said. You sure did something Mason. My head s never been quieter.



Lonely? I wondered aloud. Sometimes it wasn t all that good a thing when you turned a man s world upside down.



He shrugged. It s different. I m not saying they re gone forever. A man builds up something for that long it takes that much to tear it down. They ll probably be back. But I m hoping that maybe I can shield myself better next time. I think a lot on how you burned the slave accounts as if you were telling the universe that I d paid my dues.



I shrugged. Rituals do work.



Yeah. A wry twitch of the lips. You weren t at all worried that you might burn down my place?



I had plenty of water bottles nearby.



He smiled. So I remind myself that there s been some sort of reckoning. I also keep in mind what you said about spirits having better things to do than haunt the living. That s become a mantra of sorts.



Glad to hear it.



A moment of silence. There was a reason he was here to see me and we hadn t gotten to it yet. He cleared his throat. Those delightful pink spots of color were on his cheeks. Most of all I think about the kisses.



So do I



Out of everything you did he went on and I do mean everything the way you kept kissing me surprised me the most.



You didn t think the big black man was gonna be a good kisser?



He shook his head. It surprised me that you kissed me at all. The first few times I thought you were going to spit in my face. You were supposed to yell at me and tell me how much I deserved what I was getting.



Is that what I was supposed to do? Christ I thought How unimaginative.



It s what my other masters did. When you kissed me instead…I won t say it was like a Christian kiss of forgiveness. That s blasphemous and dead wrong. His gaze was steady. Because you never thought there was anything to forgive.



No I agreed.



What it was…was reconditioning. I work with animals I understand how classical conditioning works. I d accustomed myself to taking on the family blame as if I d done those evil things myself. As if I were a bad person. But you kissed me after each punishment as if I d taken on the punishment not the crime. You made me feel that I was making reparations not just suffering retribution. You rewarded me for being a good person.



I shrugged in acknowledgement. He was right but there d been more to it than that. There d been the selfish half. I hoped like hell he would see that half.



You went for the roots not just the tree. I understand that. What I came here to know was…were the kisses just part of the plan? Like burning those papers?



I shifted. They were deliberate and intentional yes.



So there was nothing more to them?



I m not sure what you re asking.



He sucked in a breath. I m saying that you gave me the most frightening time of my life. You also gave me the most wonderful time. And if the kisses and the sex and the talks we had weren t just a way of curing my obsession if they were more than that then…I d like to be your slave for real.



I couldn t remember how to breathe. His eyes were on me. When I didn t answer they slid away.



You must get this a lot he said and I could almost feel his heart sinking. You give a guy something that intense and he falls in love with you.



In love?



My heartbeat notched up. I found my breath. You d be surprised actually. Most guys just want the one-time thrill. Like bungee jumping or white water rafting. They don t want a steady diet of me any more than they want spicy food night after night. And those that do—well I m not intense 24/7. So if that s what you re thinking—



No! he said quickly. That s just it I mean…I mean I want to make you pancakes so you can lick maple syrup off my lips. I want to read great works of literature with you and discuss them at two in the morning…probably after you ve beaten my ass purple. I want to take sponge baths with you. I want more than just the intense part.



You sound like you re auditioning for a part I couldn t help murmuring. Usually I m the one who overwhelms it was disconcerting to be on the other side.



I ve been thinking about it for two weeks he admitted blushing furiously. Look. I ve got problems. We know that. And if you don t want to deal with them just say so. But I think you like me and I get a hard on just looking at you. I m not asking for a collar just that you give me a try. That we give each other a try. Rent with the option to buy.



It was the damn ghosts I thought. This was their last punishment. They d made Charles fall in love with a big black top. How ironic was that? The problem was neither he nor the ghosts were seeing me for me. I don t mind the role-playing not for a night or even a weekend. But I wasn t going to be a fantasy in any long-term relationship. And I wasn t going to lie to Charles about who I really was. He didn t deserve that.



Charles I said regretfully this isn t real. I put myself between you and those ghosts and made you think of me as your master. But I didn t have your best interests at heart. I liked whipping and kissing you. I liked trying to recondition you. You ve got to see me for what I really am: an asshole. I m vain and I ve got control issues that are off the scale—



And you re full of yourself he put in his unimpressed tone stopping me dead as a punch in the gut. Yes I know. I saw how you were here in the bar. I m not blind. You love being the man of mystery the prom queen who s got everyone wrapped around her little finger. You re a regular Scarlett O Hara.



I gawked at him. You did not just say that.



I surely did say it his drawl was thick now his grin turned positively roguish. He leaned across the table. Do you want to punish me for it?



Damn flirt. How dare he dare me.



I leaned in as well putting us almost nose to nose. Rules I said.



Go on.



If I punish you it will be because I think you deserve it. Meaning I wasn t for hire by ghosts or Charles conscience to scourge him of inherited or imagined sins. If all he wanted from me was someone to stand between him and his problems he d have to find someone else.



He blinked. Agreed Master.



No. Fuck if I was going to let a man with a plantation obsession use that word. Sir. You call me Sir.



I could call you Miss Scarlett. Or Mr. Tibbs maybe?



You re pushing it.



So you ll call me boy ?



Shit. I ll call you what I goddamn please.



I know what you re doing he said steady on. You can puppet me all you like but don t think I don t know exactly what strings you re pulling.



Good because I expect my partner to be smart and have an imagination.



Oh I ve got a very vivid imagination Sir. Speaking of which if I m your partner does that mean I get to help with the fantasies? I would love to be Robin to your Batman Lois Lane to your Superman Tonto–.



I get the idea. Could I do that? Let him in on my exclusive game? I would have to surrender some control some ego. If I can use you I hedged. Anything else?



If it would please you Sir he said with only a hint of irony I sure would appreciate it if you gave me some protocols to follow. Walk behind you fetch your drinks open your doors? Whatever I need to do to satisfy you and make it clear to all those other boys that I m your slave.



I eyed him sidewise. You son-of-a-bitch. You want to rub our relationship in their faces don t you.



He smirked. The new boy had bagged the prom queen and he was damn proud of it. I figure I ve earned the right.



I guess he had at that.



I sucked in a breath. A part of me said it was too good and it was never going to last. The other part of me said I was an idiot if I didn t grab it with both hands. Just thinking of the yin and yang push of strength to strength in our lovemaking had me buzzing with that Xi energy. I wanted to take him home and punish him right now till he writhed and moaned under my hands. Till he was my slave.



Safe word? I heard myself asking him roughly.



His eyes met mine. Your name. Or shall I just bare my throat to you.



So. He hadn t missed that part of the conditioning. I saw it in his face. He may not have completely understood at the time but he did now: each time I d made Charles offer me his throat each time I d kissed him I d been asserting my claim on him. Growling to the vengeful spirits that he was mine. Not theirs. Not any more.



I think that s the real reason my head s been so quiet Charles mused. Because I know that I belong to you. You took ownership of me away from the ghosts with that slave auction. You maintained that ownership when you insisted they ask permission to even speak to me. And with every punishment every paper burned you cleared the ledger. I no longer owe the ghosts anything. It s all been transferred to you.



He shook his head with wonder and disbelief. You stole away all their power!



And conditioned you to think of yourself as mine I admitted with rueful embarrassment.



I ve thought of myself as yours from that first kiss on the porch he confided. You know he added You may be a modern man but you go for the throat when you fight for possession. It s very primal. Very…seductive. Your own idiosyncrasy?



I have a lot of them. I reached out and ran my fingers through his curls. A big black master with a white Southern slave I murmured. The guys along the wall are going to go ape shit.



I clenched my hand in his hair and he surrendered to me his throat his lips his tongue.



Such a gentleman I thought claiming him as my own.

He was writhing under me now. I grabbed the lube at the side of the bed and slathered it between his spread cheeks toying with his anus.



His breath came sharp as I slid a finger into his rectum. I found the prostrate almost immediately and rubbed at it even as I slid my other hand down his cock and squeezed there above the balls.



Do you want to cum? I demanded.



W-what you want he panted. What you want Master.



Standard answer. His first teacher had really done an excellent job. I pulled out from his ass and took him by the hair. I clenched but didn t jerk. His response was instant. The head went back offering me his throat surrendering his mouth. Just as I d taught him.



Fuck if he wasn t the bottom I ve been looking for all my life. My cock was hard and erect as I leaned in and kissed him.



I told you not to fuck with me I whispered and I saw his belly ripple with fear. You haven t tried to do that since the bar. Don t start doing it now.



He had his eyes shut. Tears leaked out from under the lids.



I want to cum he whispered. I want you to make me cum. But I think that you ll stop. I don t think the ghosts will let you give me that reward.



I released his hair and slipped my finger back into his anus stoking it in and out. I licked the tip of his cock savoring the hiss of his breath in agonized pleasure. The ghosts have no power over me I emphasized As for you…you re mine and what happens here and now is between you and me.



The tears rolled down his cheeks and his pelvis rocked helplessly. Then let me cum.



I had a condom ready. I released him and got it on my cock quick as I could then angled the tip at his hole. My shaft entered his hot rectum the firm walls giving way to me. I let the Xi energy flow pounding in making him cry out. As I pumped hard as I could I sensed the sparks he was feeling the same as I was feeling. His body tensed and spasmed. His anus clenched as he jetted his cum up across his belly almost at the same time that I shot mine within him.



In that pulse as we let our bodies shout there was no time only the now. There was no one else only us. There were no traditions no restrictions. For that heartbeat of ecstasy and elation we were free. Completely free.



Neither of us could move afterwards. We rested on the bed for I don t know how long and then I got up the strength to untie Charles hands and haul us both to the bath. I used the handspray to get us cleaned up. Then I dried off and got myself completely dressed before fetching the first-aid kit. Like all good slaves Charles had a kit that was top notch. I had him lie face down on the couch while I tended to his back.



I don t think there ll be much scaring I assured him rubbing ointment over the whip marks as well as the rope burns on his wrists and ankles. I d done a good job with the whip the cuts were thin and light. I d have to let Burke know how much I d learned from his lessons.



No matter Charles sighed. He was spent and I felt equally exhausted. I couldn t remember the last time I d worn myself out like this.



I wrapped Charles in blankets and settled him in one pillowed corner of the couch with bottled water. Then I fetched the final printouts from beside the computer. Accounts of slaves fighting back. Rebellions and such I explained shredding them. Into the little fireplace they went. I set them alight and sat back down on the couch. We both watched the flames the floating bits of charred paper until there was nothing but ash.



Abraham Lincoln Charles I said then.



It s over?



Yeah.



He blinked at me and shook his head in shock. I thought…I thought there was going to be more. Worse. The two tops I had before you—



Were lazy fucks who didn t know what they were doing I thought. I could have done a lot of ugly things I interrupted aloud. But that wasn t the point of this was it? For me to do as many horrible things to you as I could?



No he conceded It wasn t. It was about turning me into a slave. He met my eyes. I figured that out this morning while I was making you breakfast. If you made me suffer what they suffered than you made me one of them. A slave. Not a slave owner like my ancestors. That s why you tried to make my punishments correspond with what happened in the accounts. Why you didn t hold back when it came to rubbing salt in the wounds. Why you made me angry enough to fight back. Am I right? Is that what you were trying to do?



Did it work? I had to ask. Or did I completely fuck things up?



I don t know. He blinked. I do know that every time you burned some of those papers I felt a difference deep inside as if chains were being removed from my bones.



Not all for nothing then. I sighed with relief.



He shook his head. I still can t believe it s over. I thought we were going to go on for…a while longer he finished lamely and I didn t think that was quite what he d meant to say. It s like…waking from a dream.



A lot of guys tell me that.



He looked suddenly lost forlorn even. You ll be leaving.



Time to return to the twenty-first century I agreed. You know I felt compelled to add Whatever lingering effects slavery has had on this country most Southerners black and white do live in the present rather than in the past.



I do know that Mason. First-hand. He shrugged. Obsessions aren t always rational.



But they can be made to see reason. I leaned in. Even a bleeding heart liberal like yourself has to believe that we have some choices. That we re responsible for what we do. So let your ancestors take their own damn blame for the decisions they made. We moderns have enough on our own plates with our own lives we don t need to pile on every misdeed of our forefathers.



Point he conceded.



And Charles as a modern man I have to tell you I can t get behind the vengeful spirit thing. I mean you die and then with the secrets of the universe open to your ethereal form all you can think to do is haunt the living? What a colossal waste of time.



A smile touched his lips. Damn you fight dirty.



In love and war I agreed standing up. I have to go.



Right now? I mean…what about the favor?



The favor. What about it indeed? What do you do? I realized I d never asked him. For a living?



Me? I…I m a vet. The eyes dropped as if he feared I d laugh at him. Well still doing my residency. I work for an animal rescue center treating abused pets.



I stared at him. Someone in the universe was surely fucking with me. My dream slave was an animal lover.



Okay. I took in a breath. I haven t got a pet not yet but I ve been thinking of getting a cat. When I do I ll bring kitty into you for a free check-up and we ll call it even.



What? That s nonsense I heard him say as I headed out and Mason wait— but I was already shutting the door behind me.



I found myself breathing hard as I walked away as if I also had just woken from a dream or been freed from some very strange chains. It ought to have felt good to have escaped that to be finished with the damnable exorcism. It didn t. For some reason it hurt. It hurt like hell.



#



Two weeks later I arrived at the Cockpit to hang with Robbie and watch a little Saturday sports before the regular crowd arrived. The bar opens at noon on weekends but it usually stays pretty empty until around three when folk start to arrive in anticipation of Happy Hour.



Such was the case today. It was empty and hollow but for red-haired Robbie behind the bar. He was setting up glasses and pulling bottles out of boxes.



Rob I greeted him.



Thank God he said pointing. He s been here since noon waiting for you.



It was Charles. I hadn t even noticed him because he was standing up against the wall as if the night had already begun and he was hoping to be picked.



Charles? I said crossing his way. He d been staring at his perfectly polished boots. His head came up at the sound of my voice and he hurried forward to meet me. He went right to his knees.



Hey no I said. Not before Happy Hour.



What? Really? He frowned but obediently got up. Now that s a curious rule. The warm inflection of that southern drawl fairly melted me.



I took him over to a booth. Damn he looked good relaxed and easy shoulders accented by that tight white tee. My cock recognizing his fragrance came alert. It was remembering how it had felt to dominate that body. I wanted to do it again. Right that very moment. It was fucking hard to keep my hands out of his hair to keep from pressing my lips to his and sticking my tongue down his throat.



Shit. In training him to like the kisses I d trained myself!



I rested back in the booth as casually as I could. You doing all right? I asked. Ghosts not bothering you?



Not since you kicked them out he said. You sure did something Mason. My head s never been quieter.



Lonely? I wondered aloud. Sometimes it wasn t all that good a thing when you turned a man s world upside down.



He shrugged. It s different. I m not saying they re gone forever. A man builds up something for that long it takes that much to tear it down. They ll probably be back. But I m hoping that maybe I can shield myself better next time. I think a lot on how you burned the slave accounts as if you were telling the universe that I d paid my dues.



I shrugged. Rituals do work.



Yeah. A wry twitch of the lips. You weren t at all worried that you might burn down my place?



I had plenty of water bottles nearby.



He smiled. So I remind myself that there s been some sort of reckoning. I also keep in mind what you said about spirits having better things to do than haunt the living. That s become a mantra of sorts.



Glad to hear it.



A moment of silence. There was a reason he was here to see me and we hadn t gotten to it yet. He cleared his throat. Those delightful pink spots of color were on his cheeks. Most of all I think about the kisses.



So do I



Out of everything you did he went on and I do mean everything the way you kept kissing me surprised me the most.



You didn t think the big black man was gonna be a good kisser?



He shook his head. It surprised me that you kissed me at all. The first few times I thought you were going to spit in my face. You were supposed to yell at me and tell me how much I deserved what I was getting.



Is that what I was supposed to do? Christ I thought How unimaginative.



It s what my other masters did. When you kissed me instead…I won t say it was like a Christian kiss of forgiveness. That s blasphemous and dead wrong. His gaze was steady. Because you never thought there was anything to forgive.



No I agreed.



What it was…was reconditioning. I work with animals I understand how classical conditioning works. I d accustomed myself to taking on the family blame as if I d done those evil things myself. As if I were a bad person. But you kissed me after each punishment as if I d taken on the punishment not the crime. You made me feel that I was making reparations not just suffering retribution. You rewarded me for being a good person.



I shrugged in acknowledgement. He was right but there d been more to it than that. There d been the selfish half. I hoped like hell he would see that half.



You went for the roots not just the tree. I understand that. What I came here to know was…were the kisses just part of the plan? Like burning those papers?



I shifted. They were deliberate and intentional yes.



So there was nothing more to them?



I m not sure what you re asking.



He sucked in a breath. I m saying that you gave me the most frightening time of my life. You also gave me the most wonderful time. And if the kisses and the sex and the talks we had weren t just a way of curing my obsession if they were more than that then…I d like to be your slave for real.



I couldn t remember how to breathe. His eyes were on me. When I didn t answer they slid away.



You must get this a lot he said and I could almost feel his heart sinking. You give a guy something that intense and he falls in love with you.



In love?



My heartbeat notched up. I found my breath. You d be surprised actually. Most guys just want the one-time thrill. Like bungee jumping or white water rafting. They don t want a steady diet of me any more than they want spicy food night after night. And those that do—well I m not intense 24/7. So if that s what you re thinking—



No! he said quickly. That s just it I mean…I mean I want to make you pancakes so you can lick maple syrup off my lips. I want to read great works of literature with you and discuss them at two in the morning…probably after you ve beaten my ass purple. I want to take sponge baths with you. I want more than just the intense part.



You sound like you re auditioning for a part I couldn t help murmuring. Usually I m the one who overwhelms it was disconcerting to be on the other side.



I ve been thinking about it for two weeks he admitted blushing furiously. Look. I ve got problems. We know that. And if you don t want to deal with them just say so. But I think you like me and I get a hard on just looking at you. I m not asking for a collar just that you give me a try. That we give each other a try. Rent with the option to buy.



It was the damn ghosts I thought. This was their last punishment. They d made Charles fall in love with a big black top. How ironic was that? The problem was neither he nor the ghosts were seeing me for me. I don t mind the role-playing not for a night or even a weekend. But I wasn t going to be a fantasy in any long-term relationship. And I wasn t going to lie to Charles about who I really was. He didn t deserve that.



Charles I said regretfully this isn t real. I put myself between you and those ghosts and made you think of me as your master. But I didn t have your best interests at heart. I liked whipping and kissing you. I liked trying to recondition you. You ve got to see me for what I really am: an asshole. I m vain and I ve got control issues that are off the scale—



And you re full of yourself he put in his unimpressed tone stopping me dead as a punch in the gut. Yes I know. I saw how you were here in the bar. I m not blind. You love being the man of mystery the prom queen who s got everyone wrapped around her little finger. You re a regular Scarlett O Hara.



I gawked at him. You did not just say that.



I surely did say it his drawl was thick now his grin turned positively roguish. He leaned across the table. Do you want to punish me for it?



Damn flirt. How dare he dare me.



I leaned in as well putting us almost nose to nose. Rules I said.



Go on.



If I punish you it will be because I think you deserve it. Meaning I wasn t for hire by ghosts or Charles conscience to scourge him of inherited or imagined sins. If all he wanted from me was someone to stand between him and his problems he d have to find someone else.



He blinked. Agreed Master.



No. Fuck if I was going to let a man with a plantation obsession use that word. Sir. You call me Sir.



I could call you Miss Scarlett. Or Mr. Tibbs maybe?



You re pushing it.



So you ll call me boy ?



Shit. I ll call you what I goddamn please.



I know what you re doing he said steady on. You can puppet me all you like but don t think I don t know exactly what strings you re pulling.



Good because I expect my partner to be smart and have an imagination.



Oh I ve got a very vivid imagination Sir. Speaking of which if I m your partner does that mean I get to help with the fantasies? I would love to be Robin to your Batman Lois Lane to your Superman Tonto–.



I get the idea. Could I do that? Let him in on my exclusive game? I would have to surrender some control some ego. If I can use you I hedged. Anything else?



If it would please you Sir he said with only a hint of irony I sure would appreciate it if you gave me some protocols to follow. Walk behind you fetch your drinks open your doors? Whatever I need to do to satisfy you and make it clear to all those other boys that I m your slave.



I eyed him sidewise. You son-of-a-bitch. You want to rub our relationship in their faces don t you.



He smirked. The new boy had bagged the prom queen and he was damn proud of it. I figure I ve earned the right.



I guess he had at that.



I sucked in a breath. A part of me said it was too good and it was never going to last. The other part of me said I was an idiot if I didn t grab it with both hands. Just thinking of the yin and yang push of strength to strength in our lovemaking had me buzzing with that Xi energy. I wanted to take him home and punish him right now till he writhed and moaned under my hands. Till he was my slave.



Safe word? I heard myself asking him roughly.



His eyes met mine. Your name. Or shall I just bare my throat to you.



So. He hadn t missed that part of the conditioning. I saw it in his face. He may not have completely understood at the time but he did now: each time I d made Charles offer me his throat each time I d kissed him I d been asserting my claim on him. Growling to the vengeful spirits that he was mine. Not theirs. Not any more.



I think that s the real reason my head s been so quiet Charles mused. Because I know that I belong to you. You took ownership of me away from the ghosts with that slave auction. You maintained that ownership when you insisted they ask permission to even speak to me. And with every punishment every paper burned you cleared the ledger. I no longer owe the ghosts anything. It s all been transferred to you.



He shook his head with wonder and disbelief. You stole away all their power!



And conditioned you to think of yourself as mine I admitted with rueful embarrassment.



I ve thought of myself as yours from that first kiss on the porch he confided. You know he added You may be a modern man but you go for the throat when you fight for possession. It s very primal. Very…seductive. Your own idiosyncrasy?



I have a lot of them. I reached out and ran my fingers through his curls. A big black master with a white Southern slave I murmured. The guys along the wall are going to go ape shit.



I clenched my hand in his hair and he surrendered to me his throat his lips his tongue.



Such a gentleman I thought claiming him as my own.

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