A Piercing Aquaintance

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It is here to explain that slave, isn’t that person ‘Paul’ anymore because, in a sense, he’s fallen in ‘love’, or surrendered to Master Charles.

 One needn’t overly examine whether it’s from the choices he made, the tattoo or coercion he’s endured, since the boy invited both — since, what can we expect from a faggot submissive anyway but craving to be used?  

This slaves’s position simply is. Once a slave always a slave. 

It might be thought unfair from our modern perspective of universal human rights, and particularly to ‘Paul’, but lately ‘Paul’ is nowhere to be found.

The slave boy, who was Paul, becomes ‘ready’ when Master Charles is present these days; so, naked, as he is always kept, he gets upon all fours, begs, twerking his hairless turned up plump fanny, spreading to show his taint and plugged anus, with a smile. Looking over his shoulder is his dog collared long turned neck, licking lips to attract his Master’s interest; who, too often  of late these days, ignores him, being involved in serious activities; the slave boy who was Paul is totally oblivious of.

Master Charles was not only aware of the circumstances to Lee’s death with his deal making; but had become fully involved with the Asian crime family, taking over distribution of their opium product from Lee in that part of GA. And for that business opportunity, assisted in the disposal of the bonered black man’s body, with cutting  the corpse up into pieces with a battery operated saber saw.

Would it be to say their fates are now intertwined? Where Paul is the submissive/slave — his identity to be denied in his desire to be used, in service; providing pleasure; and, Charles, the dominant sexually, Master, to be a self-realized, individual, with this young boy flesh, to fuck as he sees fit; as, that is the proper relation for these two people.

It is no easy task now to protect the slave, but it must be done; as that is Master’s duty. 

Master returns from  the Tang, upon his Harley, saddle bags full, from his nefarious meeting with Waheed, to see his slave nude in the yard, excepting legs properly shackled around his black boots.  Alpha slave at his side, planting seeds in the garden, also naked. 

The slave, for his part, stops his work and approaches Master with Alpha, as beckoned.

The 10 acre parcel of land owned by Master Charles was bordered by a wild life management area, WLMA, that covered about twenty square miles. Through that finger of forest property the  other side, was lake Oconee,. The lake was a huge reservoir managed by the Army Corps of Engineers, who in turn, regulated the lake’s level, which in turn, fed the Oconee river. 

On its far banks McMansions occupied its shoreline, with an enclave of millionaires, and that was supported with a small, yet odd cluster of upper end shopping, for being located in  the middle of nowhere, and the sprawl even sported a Star Bucks, Publix and a Church’s Chicken. 

The lake was down about 15 feet below full pool; so, Master Charles, seeing it as an opportunity to hide Lee, forever, told his slaves to go dig a hole about 3 feet deep with about 5 foot diameter, by the waters edge, to bury some trash in what eventually would be the lake’s bottom again. It was only about a mile through a trail in the woods.

Charles walked off to house to pee, and Alpha told slave to wait by the Harley, and 4 wheel RV they were going to haul trash. Alpha went to get a pick axe he figured he’d need in digging the red clay of the lake’s bottom, some, gloves, and bathing trunks they’d wear. 

Quickly, as both disappear, slave goes to the motorcycle and opens the bulging saddle bag on the left side of the bike. He staggers back in shock as he sees Lee’s face in a zip lock bag — actually; two bags, for the head, as Master Charles had cut the head into two halves to get them into the plastic bags. Bags which also contained the hands and feet, and still hard cock, of the corpse who had been Lee. 

‘WHAT IN HELL!! ‘’, Master Charles bellows from the porch.

Slave fell back upon his naked ass and awaited as Master Charles stormed over and stood straddling  over the terrified boy.

‘’You have some nerve!’’  and Master Charles pulls the terrified boy up by his dog collar and throws him prone, upon the Harley’s seat. 

‘Not again’. Thought the slave.

‘’My bike should be the last thing you’d mess with after last week, but here you are!’’ 

Master Charles pulled out the half face of Lee.

‘’Remember him!?’’ You keep your mouth shut with Alpha or you’ll really be sorry!’’

Alpha had wisely stayed in the garage hearing the commotion.

With that Master Charles pulls out Lee’s dick from bag, also from the zip lock, and slaps the boy’s face with the severed raw, 12 inches, of decaying meat — Cum liberally splatters out, whereupon Master wipes it off slave’s face, and applies it to slave’s anus, pausing a few seconds  to examine the tattoo under sunlight; then rams the still hard black dead cock up the trembling boy’s ass. He only plows it a few times more, concerned about Alpha, and returns the body parts to the bike’s satchel.

‘’I’ll give you a talk about this later. You just stay quiet with Alpha,. Do you understand?’’ Slave nodded, with a squeaky ,’Yes, Master!’

He calls Alpha over, and intructs them only to dig today — Master would gather the trash he wanted to bury himself later. 

‘’And make it a foot deeper!’’ As the two drove off in the RV to the lake’s edge with pick ax and shovels.

The slave sat wondering, biting his nails, if Master had found Lee’s S&W 9 mm he had stashed in a ‘secret’  zip pouch inside the saddle bag of the Harley; as, he and Alpha drove the RV through the woods toward the lake. 

‘’What the hell ‘you do?’’ Asked Alpha.

The two began digging, as told, about a hundred yards down along side the forest line by the lake, along the water’s bank where a tall 10 foot stump, weathered into drift wood, rose from the red clay and sand. A good marker for Master to find, thought Alpha. 

It was indeed hard work as the clay reluctantly gave way to the hammering of the shovel and pick ax. There was little rise above water level; so when they got to about two foot deep, water began trickling into the hole, which actually made the work a little easier.

‘’What are you two finding!?’’ 

The voice yelled through a loud speaker, alarming them,  came from about fifty yards away, from a boat flying the Corp of Engineer flag. It could come no closer given the shallow water.

‘’ Nothing yet, hope some gold! ‘but our detector said might be something metal here!’’ the slave replied. The tree prevented the man from seeing the extent of dig.

‘’Ya’ll aren’t dumping anything, are ya?’’ Asked the officious official.  He looked kinda like a geeky boy scout in short pants with ridiculous Mounty brimmed hat, but with military starched green apparel, to slave’s mind.

‘’No Sir!’’ Replied slave. The last  thing he wanted was to have anything to do with Lee again.

‘’You know, if you find any arrowheads or native artifacts ya’ll must turn them in or leave them where you find them — for future generations — we impose a serious fines to those who steal the state’s property!’’

‘’I found a Zippo lighter and sunglasses. Is that ok?’’ 

‘’That’s ok, but, I’m gonna want to look at ‘em!’’

 ‘'Fuck! This guy is a pain!'' Thought both. 

Slave said, ’’That was several years back… an wouldn’t ya know it! I accidentally dropped that Zippo right back in these very waters over at the marina!! ‘’

‘’Y’ all find ‘enny thing valuable you need to report it to us!’’  Blared the officer, and he slowly geared the boat in reverse to the main channel and throttled the twin Mercury’s 200hp outboards to a planing speed, flags flying, toward the horizen.

Alpha said, ‘’Don’t tell Master about this. Fuck! I’ll be damned I’m digging another hole in the clay for trash!’’

Slave considered the problem, considered his Master, the work, for a few moments, and considered Lee.  ’’OK…Listen.  I’ll give you a blow job … I’ll dig another hole alone. Last thing I want is Master getting after us over trash!’’

‘’Ever had sex in the water? Drop those shorts, faggot.’’ Alpha smiled.

‘ Water's cold!’ As slave shucked off his shorts to reveal a hairless tan-less torso with a chubbing cock. 

Alpha was on the boy, embracing him in a second, from behind.

‘’EWWW! Damn! What is that stink!?’ You smell like road kill!’’ 

Alpha pushed slave into the water, followed the boy intending to wash him, but only got to about a foot and a half deep. He didn’t care as it was more important to work his cock up into slave’s sweet ass. Slave’s body and hard cock found the muddy bottom to purchase against Alph’a thrusts.

Slave figured he needed only dig hole to be about 2 foot wide and 3 deep given the body parts; as Alpha let loose his cum. 

The two unknowingly were being observed by a man with a telescope across the lake.