THE SLAVE REVOLT
By Pete Brown petebrownuk @ yahoo.com
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Part Five
As we trekked on - we had no clear plan in mind, only to try to get away from the rampaging slaves - we started to get hungry. But the problem was how could we find food? As the countryside had gradually emptied on "normal" people, who lived now in the towns and suburbs as most agricultural work was done by the nigga slaves, so too had the need for small stores and places like that disappeared. So we couldn't just march in and loot somewhere, and, equally, a whole lot of small rural homes had simply been bulldozed out of existence to make way for the large fields that made for more efficient agriculture, so once again there was nowhere to scavenge.
We came across one of the few remaining gas stations, but the slave "army" had evidently been there before us, as the only thing left was the dead body of the former owner (who had been set alight, presumably with some of his own gas). Everything else - the snacks, canned stuff, and even the candy in the vending machines, was gone.
We trudged on therefore, and eventually found a field of carrots that were almost ready for harvesting. In very low spirits we all sat there on the edge of the field and ate some: they did at least fill our bellies, but there's a limit to the number of raw carrots you want to eat!
That night was pretty miserable, too - there was no real shelter as most of the buildings were now on demesnes like our owner's, and they had almost all been torched by the slaves as they passed through. So all of us huddled together in a big sprawling heap as we tried to keep warm. I was sort of used to it as I'd spend a lot of nights with the drays in their barn, but young Rob clearly didn't like being in such close proximity to so many big naked niggas - he tried to pull my T around him as best he could, and then to lie as close to me as possible. And he didn't much like that, either, as naturally a nigga lay on the other side of him. He had a very disturbed night, crying out from nightmares and flinging his arms and legs around in evident distress. Ultimately, so that he shouldn't disturb the other guys, I wrapped my arms around him and held him close to me - that did seem to calm him a bit, but of course there's a bit of a problem when you have your arms and legs wrapped around another guy: I naturally had a few erections as you do when you're in that half state between sleep and wakefulness, and I was embarrassed to feel the tip of my dick pressing against the softness of his young butt.
It was he who was embarrassed when dawn broke, though - he was pressed against me now, chest to chest and I was holding him close to me. He opened his eyes and saw me staring at him, and at once began to flush with shame: as he wriggled a bit, trying to get away from me, I realised that his dick was hard and was pressed up against my belly. Without thinking, I reached down to kind of "free" it, and felt his dick head all moist where he was 'skinned back - he must have been pumping out some pre-cum. He tried to move away from me, but one of the drays was immediately behind him, spooned up against him, and I knew that the nigga would be hard, too, his dick pressed against Rob's butt, as the drays were notorious for always being that way in the morning.
"Sorry, Steve....", he whispered.
"Hey, it's OK. Guys together.... That's what you expect. It's perfectly natural, you know." As I said it, I felt my own dick start to stiffen, and what the fuck was I to do now? Having told him it was all perfectly natural - as it is, as that's how nature made dicks - I could hardly back away, could I? He parted his thighs slightly and some of my immediate problems were over - instead of pressing up against him, my dick slid at once between them so if we had not been lying on out sides he'd have been sitting astride it. I could feel the warm moistness of his asshole on the shaft of my dick, and his balls pressed against it, and I almost moaned with pleasure.
He wriggled a bit to make himself more comfortable, and exquisite sensations shot through my dick as his warm body caressed it. I moaned faintly with the extreme pleasure of it, but he misinterpreted it "Sorry, Steve....", he flustered. "Are you OK?"
"Sure, Rob. It's no big deal", I whispered, and this seemed to satisfy him as we they lay there for another half an hour or so before the other guys stirred and we got to our feet. It can be cold, or at least very cool, first thing in the morning before the sun comes fully up and the drays were standing around rubbing themselves to get a bit of heat into their skin. I wrapped my arms around Rob and tried to rub a little warmth into him, but he seemed embarrassed - perhaps because he could see that I, like all the drays, had my morning woody. Well, I guess it is a bit of a change for you if you're not used to seeing a whole lot of guys getting themselves together in the morning - time in the marines soon shows you that almost all guys wake up erect and it takes some time for it to go down.
We ate some more raw carrots - not a lot of nourishment for big guys like us who need a lot of energy - but there wasn't much else, and we trudged off down the road. We met several bands of marauding slaves that morning and I was so glad we had the drays to "protect" us - even though they could clearly see my brand, some of the rebels seemed almost intent on blaming "whiteys" for everything, and to them I was a white man first, and a slave second, and I deserved to be butchered.
The third group we met were only four guys, who had commandeered a battered pickup truck from somewhere and who raced along the highway towards us, brandishing rifles and some of those terrible large knives. They were half drunk, as they'd "liberated" some bottles of whiskey from somewhere, and began firing their rifles in the air as they saw us. We saw also that on the back of the truck there were some crates of food, and we of course asked them for some as we were pretty desperate for something to eat by now. They refused to share it, though, telling us that it was "every man for himself" and they thought they'd need it as food was such a problem. I saw some of the drays looking at each other, and the next moment they threw themselves on the other slaves. It took only seconds - the drays were big and strong and angry, and the slaves in the truck were half drunk and arrogant, and not expecting trouble. Two of them got killed as they tried to ward off the drays, by clumsily attempting to fire at them: this incensed the drays who grabbed the rifles and shot their former owners. The other two were simply beaten up - I saw big fists pounding into their bodies - and left to lie battered on the ground.
The drays and Rob and I then almost tore into the cans of food we found - we used the big knives to rip open the cans, and sat around scooping the stuff into our mouths: I remember particularly some canned ham, which, somewhat bizarrely, I wolfed down with canned sweet corn. After that our mood was a lot more cheerful - a full belly really does make a difference - and we were in good spirits. One of the two slaves who had been beaten up though was seen to be crawling towards the discarded rifles, and so I suppose it was his own fault what happened next: one of the drays noticed and indicated it to his colleagues, and just as the slave's his hand reached out to grab the rifle, a big dray foot stomped down on his arm, breaking it and causing him to begin screaming with pain. Look, you've got to remember that the drays are big, heavy guys with incredibly powerful leg muscles, and with a thick layer of hard skin on their feet - they might as well have been wearing heavy boots, and it's no wonder the guy's arm was broken. But then he shouldn't have been going for the rifle, should he?
One of the drays picked up the rifle and said casually "He was going to shoot us, I reckon. So what's good enough for us is good enough for him, right?"
His companions all nodded and he cocked the rifle, but I called out "No! Look, let's not descend to their level, shall we? It was stupid of him to do it, but that's no reason to kill him...." I guess it was my marines training coming out again, as we were always taught to treat prisoners properly.
The dray with the rifle kicked at the man who was still whimpering with pain, and used his big foot to turn the guy over on to his back. He towered over the slave as he lay there, and bent down so that he could poke the muzzle of the rifle into the slave's terrified open mouth. "This is what you deserve, fucker, for even thinking bout shooting fellow slaves!", he snapped. "But I reckon my brothers and me have got a better use for you and your buddy...."
As he spoke, he flung the rifle to one side, kicked at the prone slave to turn him over on to his belly - more screams as the man's broken arm got caught up in it - then threw himself down on top of the poor guy: the screaming stopped, as the weight of the dray basically knocked the breath out of the guy's lungs. We all watched as the dray put one massive arm under the slave's belly and dragged his butt upwards as the other hand pressed the slave's head down, and then in one smooth motion, so smooth it looked as if it was practised, he positioned himself behind the slave and thrust his huge dick up the slave's ass!
The screaming began again - I could only imagine the agony the slave must be in to have the big dray start to rape him like that without any preparation - not even a bit of spit on the dray's long, thick dick to ease his entry. There is something utterly enthralling though to see a big guy rape another, smaller one - all of us had our eyes riveted on the dray's powerful butt muscles as he pounded - and, yes, that's the right word, pounded, his dick in and out of the slave. The slave was utterly powerless to resist him, and his only part in the proceedings seemed to be to scream and shout at the top of his voice. Frankly I think this added to the general excitement, as most times you fuck another guy you only get the occasional grunt or yelp, not a barrage of sound like that.
The second slave had been sitting quietly watching his buddy being raped, but now he got what he probably deserved for not treating us as fellow slaves who should be supporting each other: one of the other drays grabbed him, tore off the slave's grubby shorts, threw him onto the ground, and began to rape him, too, accompanied by even more desperate screams and cries as the dray's dick ravished him.
Look, it was pretty sordid, I suppose - two slaves, six drays: work it out for yourself! Each of the big niggas used one or other of the slaves, and soon all of them were lying together, their dicks covered in cum (and, sadly, blood), as they laughed and joked and said how good it was to have sex after a good meal. I looked at Rob and he seemed to be totally appalled - well, he'd talked a lot about fucking me, but I began to wonder if he had actually ever used his dick for sex (other than jerking off), and whether this was the first time he'd actually seen sex between men.
We decided that the pick-up was of more use to us, and drove off afterwards leaving the two slaves and their dead companions behind. We didn't really have a plan, well, not one that we could talk about: it seemed to me to be a good idea to get Rob into the safe hands of the authorities as soon as possible, but I could hardly discuss that with the drays, could I? They in turn kept on about "getting back to their folks", but seemed to have only a rather hazy idea of where those folks might now be, or how they might get there from here.
When the truck ran out of gas we were basically fucked, and left it there - the few gas stations we'd seen had either been totally burned out, or looted, or were inoperable as there was no power. So we trudged on, all eight of us, keeping our eyes open for any sign of food. Fortunately we'd just come out of the rainy season and so there were still rivers and streams flowing freely and water wasn't so much of a problem - and when the sun was really high and hot, we even took time out to swim and bathe: the drays were just like overgrown kids, really, when they had a chance to relax and Rob and I sat there watching them frolic around, splashing each other and generally enjoying being together.
We spent the next night huddled together again under the meagre shelter provided by some scrubby trees, and again I held Rob close to me to show the drays that he was "mine" and not theirs to play with. I was pretty desperate for sex by now, and when Rob "rode" my dick in the night as he twisted and turned to make himself as comfortable as possible on the hard ground, I just couldn't help it: I shot a load of cum, but fortunately most of it missed his body and the kid was asleep and so he didn't realise it. At about three in the morning, though, I realised he was awake and had a really solid wood that was stabbing at my belly. In the moonlight he saw the smile on my face as I whispered "It's OK, Rob - perfectly natural, especially at your age."
"I'll get up and go and do something about it....", he whispered back.
"No, Rob. It's too dangerous. There might be other rebels out there. And in any case you'll disturb the drays...."
"But Steve, it hurts..... My balls are bursting...."
"So jerk off, then."
"But I'm pressed up against you....."
"It's OK.... It's only cum you'll shoot. It's perfectly natural....."
I'm not sure he believed me, but after a few minutes of thought, he slid a hand up between our bodies and began to stroke at his dick. I just lay there pretending not to notice, and his breathing gradually got faster and deeper, until he gave a kind of suppressed cry, and I felt the warm moistness of his cum spray up on to my belly and chest. He lay there silently, panting slightly as his breathing and heart rate slowed. That special scent of hot cum wafted up to our faces, and if it hadn't been so dark, I felt certain he'd have been blushing deeply.
"OK, now get to sleep", I whispered. "We've got a hard day's walking tomorrow...."
In the morning Rob tried to avoid looking at me - I suppose he was ashamed of the bits of stringy dried cum that were clinging to my treasure trail and the fur on my pecs! Fortunately, though, we were near a shallow creek and so I ran down and cleaned myself up thoroughly. Rob joined me and began to smile feebly. "This is bizarre, Steve.... Out here, buck naked, washing in a creek with the drays all watching us...."
I just shrugged. "They've seen me lots of times. It's not a problem."
"But exposing ourselves like this...."
"Rob, I'm a slave. You're supposed to be a slave. And slaves don't have false modesty about their bodies. Your father keeps most of the agricultural slaves in the coffles stark naked all the time. The drays always work naked. I have to display myself for your father's guests... And you made me strip as you wanted to see me do the pool in the buff...."
"Yes, but...."
"....so it's only you who's bothered about it, Rob. And you've got nothing to be ashamed of: you're well hung, and although you're not as muscular as you could be, you're certainly not fat, not like some of the young guys who are enslaved. And I reckon that by the time we're spent a few more weeks walking and not eating much, you'll be a lot firmer....
"Look, Steve, about last night...."
"It's OK, Rob, as I told you. It's perfectly natural.
All guys need to jerk off if they're not getting sex, and when you're in a bunch of guys like this, well, there is no privacy.... But we al do it. The drays fucked those slaves yesterday, after all...."
Rob nodded. "All the same though, Steve, I'll be glad to get back to a civilised life. I don't like having to parade around naked all the time."
Frankly, I was pretty pissed off by this. "So how do you think it feels for me, or the drays, or the coffle slaves? We have to keep exposing ourselves. And you were trying to get your father to let you fuck me...."
"I know, Steve, but it's different for you. You're a slave, and I am not."
Well, there's no arguing with that, is there? I suppose I could have, but what's the point? He was so entrenched in his views that it was going to take more than a bit of nudity and some casual jerking off communally to get him to change his views.
After that little "discussion" with Rob I wasn't in all that good a mood. As we got out of the water I planed it off my body as best I could, but made no effort to help Rob, who stood there shivering slightly as the water evaporated off him. The drays were all looking at Rob and one of them asked me when they could start to use him "Seeing a cute young butt like that, Steve, makes us all pretty envious of you.... I mean, all we get to do is fuck big strong muscular butts, and you're feasting on this tender young ass.... It's about time you gave us a turn, Steve."
"Hey, he's only a boy. I told you he'd only just been enslaved. It takes time for a guy to get used to sex as a slave, especially with guys with really big dicks, like yours...."
"Aw, come on, Steve! Yours is as thick as ours! If he can take you, he can take us, and he might like a change. They do say that until you've had nigga dick, you haven't lived...." All six of them started to laugh as he said this, but I began to get worried that their patience might not last all that much longer.
"Look, he's a kid, OK? I'm breaking him in gently. And after that, well, who knows...."
"So you are actually fucking him?"
"Well not as such....."
The drays all stirred and looked at each other. "So why aren't you fucking him yet, Steve? We know you like ass...."
"Look, I've told you: he's new, and he needs breaking in gently...."
"I reckon you'd better get a move on, Steve. Me and my brothers here need a bit of variety...."
I nodded, and then made noises to get us all moving off, and that did at least postpone the issue for a bit. By the end of the day though - a day when we were exhausted, hungry, and getting pissed off with each other because we didn't really know what we were doing and had no clear objectives - I began to get worried about what happen that night. At about four in the afternoon, though, I had some real worries: we started to hear firing in the distance - sustained volleys of rifle fire.
We made our way up off the highway onto a wooded ridge as I thought it was probably safer up there, and about half an hour later saw a convoy of jeeps and stuff making it s way along the road. "They've mobilised the National Guard", I told the drays. "I reckon they're placing troops at all the intersections, then they'll start hunting us, clearing the area bit by bit...."
We all sat there and watched, and I heard the drays talking amongst themselves. Finally, two of them came up and told me they'd decided to give themselves up. "There's no chance, Steve! We're hungry, we don't know where we're going.... And if we surrender, they'll probably whip us but after that they'll return us to our owner: it wasn't all that bad being a dray back there...."
"I thought you guys were going to find your folks..."
"No, not us - the others want that. We haven't got any folks, well, not as far as we know. We just want to go back, have everything the same as before...."
"It's not generally like that.... Nothing goes back to being the same as before...."
"Well we're going to try, Steve. We're going down to the road, and we're going to surrender to the next lot of troops that comes past. We won't tell them about you guys up here in the woods...."
"I don't think that's a good idea, honestly..... Well, not until things have settled down a bit....."
The two drays shrugged, then went over to say goodbye to their fellows - there was an awful lot of hugging, as these guys were of course close, and then the two of them started to make their way down the hill towards the highway. We all sat there, watching them, and Rob wanted to go with them. "Steve, it makes sense..... Come on, come with me..... As soon as I tell them I'm a free man, and you're all my dad's slaves, it will all be OK.... And I'll put in a good word for you with dad, and you probably won't all get whipped either."
"No, Rob. It's not safe....."
"Not safe? They're the National Guard, here to protect us...."
"To protect free men, Rob. And I guess they're pretty twitchy right now - just called out, with all the violence and looting that's been going on, I reckon they might be a bit twitchy...."
"Oh don't be so stupid, Steve. They're white guys, like us....."
"Stay here, Rob! And shut the fuck up - I know more about this stuff than you do!", I growled. But I almost had to physically restrain him to stop him joining the drays as they made their way down the hill.
The four remaining drays, and Rob and me, sat there and watched. Our two companions reached the highway and squatted in the dirt. We saw a truck coming in the distance, and the drays got to their feet, and stood there with their hands in the air at the level of their shoulders, in the universal gesture of surrender. The truck stopped, and about ten Guardsmen leapt out of the back. They milled around as one of them, who I took to be a sergeant, got them into some sort of order. Then, as we watched, utterly unable to do anything about it, four of the Guardsmen lined up, aimed their rifles at the drays, and shot them!
It was fortunate that they didn't hear the cries of rage from all of us. Then the drays clustered around me and began to demand to know what was going on. "Look, guys, I was in something similar in the Far East when I was in the Marines", I told them. "When there's been a rebellion, the soldiers are really nervous. No one knows what to do, really. So when they saw our buddies, they thought it was some sort of trap, that there were others, waiting to ambush them.... So it's better to be safe than sorry..."
"But they were innocent, Steve", Rob burst out. "They were surrendering...."
"And perhaps they thought they had bombs or something...."
"Steve, they were naked!"
I shrugged. "Look, you've also got to remember that they were slaves. We're all slaves. The normal rules that apply when soldiers are dealing with civilians don't matter so much when there's slaves involved. If they butcher innocent civilians, there might be some big outcry later and they'd be court martialled and jailed. But if they kill a slave - well, I suppose the National Guard will compensate his owner, and that's the worst that will happen to them."
"What are we going to do, Steve?", they asked."
"I reckon we need to stay hidden until things have calmed down a bit. By the end of the week I reckon the troops will feel confident enough not to fire on slaves they find. And I reckon there'll be orders from the Governor, too: it doesn't make sense to kill off a lot of slaves: think about what it will do to the prices of slaves! And they have to re-build, don't they, after all the destruction, and that will need a lot of labour? I reckon a lot of big owners will be lobbying the Governor to make sure that slaves who surrender and shipped back to their owners....."
That night was terrible, though. The drays all huddled together and didn't want to know about Rob and me - they were keening and mourning their buddies, and totally ignored us. Rob was really distressed, and as he lay in my arms he whispered "If I'd gone down with them, Steve, it would have been OK - they'd still be alive. It's your fault those guys are dead, Steve...."
"Listen, you idiot! If you'd gone down there, you'd have been dead too. If seeing two big niggas surrendering is suspicious, what do you think it would look like to see two big niggas a and a young whitey? They'd probably have thought that you were some sort of organiser or ring leader, and would have shot you all."
"No, Steve. I'm a white guy...."
"A whitey slave, Rob! Remember that! They'd take one look at you, collared, with that 'S' on your butt, and that would be it.."
"I'd have told them....."
"If they gave you an opportunity to speak at all..... Remember, they're locals, mostly rednecks, in the National Guard down here. They're not the sharpest needles in the pack to start with. And they're pretty pissed off at having their places looted and burned. And pretty scared at what the slaves have been doing: don't you remember how they butchered all the guards at our place? And most of those guards were pretty nice guys.... Sure, they used the tawse, and even the prod, when they had to, but most of the times they were pretty decent. And they certainly didn't deserve to be hacked to pieces, or hung..."
Rob just couldn't see sense, though, and thought that it was my fault - whereas I reckoned he was an ungrateful fucker, who wouldn't acknowledge that I'd saved his skin again. So we lay there in isolation, until it got so cold that I scooted myself over towards him and wrapped my arms around him - he was so fucking stubborn that although he was shivering as his thin body didn't hold the heat well, he had refused to make a move to come over to me. Even now, too, he tried to resist, pushing me away, and muttering "Leave me alone...."
"Listen, you young fucker, I've saved your life back at the house. And earlier on, although you won't admit it. I'm not going to let you die of pneumonia... Now, come here....."
He still resisted, but I'm a whole lot stronger as you know, and I forced myself on him, wrapping my arms around his body and entwining my legs with his. It was somehow a real turn on to make him obey me like this, and once he'd stopped struggling, I found my dick was pressed between us, absolutely rock hard. I couldn't get to sleep like that, and to make things worse, Rob continued to wriggle and squirm, as if he didn't want to nestle against me as he usually did. And that made it worse, of course - my dick was being massaged between our bodies, and suddenly I knew I'd lost control - I felt that unmistakable feeling in my balls as they got ready for action, and the next moment I was pumping cum out between us.
"You're fucking disgusting! I'm covered in cum.....", Rob snapped.
"Just like I was, the other night, when you jerked off.", I snapped back. "I told you then it was perfectly natural, and it is: there's no problem."
"I'm covered in your cum, though...."
"So?"
"Get it off me! You're a slave, remember, and you need to do as you're ordered."
Well, that was it! The young puppy hadn't been at all grateful, and I was pissed off. "You want it off, you get it off!", I snapped, and grabbed his head and pulled it down so that his face was pressed against my chest. I rubbed his face up and down my body, coating his nose and lips in my cum. Then I relaxed a bit, and muttered "See, Rob? That's how you get cum off! Now, if you're worried about my cum on your body, you can use your hand and rub it off you...."
I felt sorry for him then, as I could see his eyes filling with tears. "It's disgusting...."
"No, Rob, it isn't. It's cum, that's all. And if you hadn't been so fucking unreasonable, we might have enjoyed it."
We lay together for the rest of the night after that very uneasily, not at all as it had been when we'd first escaped from the marauders. Then Rob had been grateful for the comforting warmth and protection of my body, and now it was as if he wanted nothing more than to distance himself from me - he seemed to take almost a delight in digging his hard elbows into my body, and when I tried to slide my dick between his thighs as we usually did, to make things easier, he kept them rigidly clamped shut as if he wanted to make me suffer.
This state of "armed truce" between Rob and me went on all the next day, but as the six of us struggled on, foraging in the bare fields as best we could, Rob began to see what I meant: every now and then we saw dead slaves lying around - slaves who'd been shot. And it didn't look as if they'd put up any struggle - I kept silent, as I thought that the bodies spoke for themselves. And, of course, I didn't want to add to the misery of the four drays, who were still mourning their companions.
We went on in this state of misery for a few days. Then that night, I suppose it was pure carelessness on my part - I ought to have ensured that some of us were awake all the time, but instead of that we were all huddled asleep, when we were woken up by shouting and by boots slamming in to us. We struggled to our feet and found ourselves surrounded by a troop of the Guard!
Rob at once blurted out "Hey, guys, I'm a free man... Don't hurt these slaves, as......", and for his trouble all he got was a rifle butt in the small of his back, which knocked him to the to the ground where he lay there twitching and groaning..
"You slaves stand perfectly still!", the Guard sergeant snapped. "One move and you're dead."
He turned to his men and said "Cuff them and throw them in the truck....."
"Aw, Sarge", one of his men replied. "These two whiteys... Can't we have a bit of fun..... I get tired of fucking niggas....."
"Not the big one! He looks pretty mean and dangerous.
Put him in with the niggas, and take care. But the young fucker on the floor - well, it's been a tough week, and you guys deserve a bit of fun..... You can keep him back, if you wish."
I tried to protest, tried to tell the sergeant that Rob was indeed a free man, but all I got for my troubles was a clubbing to the side of my head with a rifle butt - which, it turned out, broke my cheek bone. They cuffed the four drays and me with simple plastic cable ties - once those are around your wrists there's not a blind thing you can do to break them, we all found. And the troops were evidently practised in "cleaning up" groups of wandering slaves like us: even though we were all big heavy guys, they simply worked together to pick us up and throw us into the back of their truck. I lay there half on top of two of the drays with one of the others almost on top of me, and there wasn't a blind thing that any of us could do about it.
The troops left us then, knowing we couldn't escape, and we could hear them discussing what they were going to do to Rob - fuck him, obviously, and their speculation concerned whether he'd been fucked before, and how loose his ass would be. I cold hear Rob's voice, at first angry as presumably he tried to tell them again he was a free man, and then terrified, as he realised they either didn't believe him, or didn't care.
His screams rent the night air the Guards raped him. And all I could do was lie there and listen.
End Of Part Five