Chapter 2 – Chapter 2

Jerome stood inside a two-walled isolated area set off behind a shed near the end of the Riverbend slave row, sluiced the first bucket of water over his body, and followed the rivulets of water down his torso and on to his thighs with his hands. He sensed that Thomas was nearby, watching him, and he smiled. This was working as he meant it to. He turned three-quarters sideways toward where he presumed Thomas was standing and moved a hand down to his basket, first cupping his balls and the underside of his cock and then moving his hand to his cock and giving it a few languid strokes.

He lifted his eyes and looked into Thomas's eyes. Yes, there is want there, he thought. Now that he knew that men did it with men as well as with women, he could clearly see the want in Thomas's eyes. It wasn't any different, really, than the want he'd seen in Macey and Lottie's eyes—indeed, in the eyes of most of the slave women. He just hadn't looked for it in the eyes of a man before. He smiled at Thomas, and Thomas gave an embarrassed start.

"You wanna lift the other bucket over me, Thomas?" Thomas, dressed only in his breeches, came slowly forward. He was trembling as he lifted the bucket of water over Jerome's head and let the liquid roll down his body. Thomas was a massive man, standing a good head taller than Jerome and with bulging arm, chest, and thigh muscles. Jerome felt diminished in his presence, needing to act carefully, because if he gave too much too soon, the man would overpower him and just take what he wanted and walk away. Jerome needed him to want him so badly that the massive man would follow his lead.

"Umm, feelin' good," Jerome whispered, running his hands down his torso to his thighs again. He could hear the catch in Thomas's breath, and before the man could move away from him, Jerome reached back and took Thomas's hands, bringing his arms around his body. He held one hand to his breast and moved the other one down to cover his genitals. Thomas was trembling. He asserted some control, however, pulling his hands away and running them over Jerome's body as he wished, but when the hands stopped roaming, they were back where Jerome had put them. Jerome was fighting hard the moan his throat wanted to give in response to the feel of the massive cock running up from his waistline. If the man wasn't so much taller than Jerome, Jerome was afraid that the cock would be in place already and that Thomas would just hold Jerome in a tight embrace and enter and take him right there.

"Me bein' wrong, Thomas? Does you not want to fuck with me?"

"Yes, I want to fuck you. Very much. But you only lie with women."

"I was thinkin' that to. But do you know what Massa John was doin' in that Decatur Street house?"

"Yes, I know well."

"And that he was doin' a man?"

"Yes, I know that too. White massas do what white massas want to do—with who they want to do it to."

"I watched. I be gone so long because I watched."

"Ah. And you be curious now, be you? How it feels to have a man inside you? Or you inside him?"

Thomas wasn't trembling as much. He was holding Jerome closer to him, with a stronger embrace, and he was starting to work Jerome's cock. It was dawning on him that perhaps this really was an opportunity. Jerome could feel the hardness of the man in the small of his back. And now he was the one trembling a bit.

"Yes, I be curious. Havin' another man inside me. But I be also a little afraid. How can I tell it will give me pleasure?"

"There is a way I see that tells," Thomas whisper. "I always find that if a man can suck a cock, he can enjoy it up his ass."

"So, you think . . .?"

Thomas was already gently turning Jerome's body and pushing the young man down onto his knees closely in front of him. His hardened cock was now pressing into Jerome's cheek, and Jerome just opened his mouth and took the bulb of it inside. Thomas sighed and shuddered, and Jerome showed that he needed little instruction to do what came naturally.

Lifting him back up, Thomas placed his lips on Jerome's and, though it surprised him, Jerome went with the kiss.

"Kissin' be as good a buildup to a fuck as anything else—as with a woman," Thomas said. He went in for another kiss, and while they were engaged in this, Thomas took both of their cocks together and stroked. Jerome was trembling again and released a moan.

"You can suck the cock and you can moan to a kiss," Thomas whispered. "I think you can moan to a cock inside you too. Is it what you want to try?"

"Yay, it is," Jerome murmured. He wasn't fully convinced himself, but he wanted to try it with Thomas first to see if he could endure it—at least whether or not he could convince another man he wanted it and then could take it with a smile.

Thomas gently turned Jerome around, facing away from him. "Bend over. Bend over and spread them legs," he said. And as Jerome did so, Thomas knelt down behind him, snaked a hand between his thighs, and grabbed Jerome's cock. Then Thomas's mouth went to Jerome's ass.

"What?" Jerome asked in surprise and half shock as he felt the wetness of the tongue at his channel entrance.

"Hold still. You be unused and I be big. We need to get you more open or you not bein' enjoyin' this much."

Jerome found himself sighing and moaning again as new sensations of pleasure rolled in waves over his body. The stroking of his cock didn't hurt either.

At length, Thomas stood, bidding Jerome to stay as he was but to spread his legs even further, and Thomas was slowly working his cock inside Jerome's ass, as the young man panted and grunted and groaned and tried his best not to scream out or try to escape.

"Let your body go limp and breath regular. I be in now. We rest and then I take you to glory. Your doin' good. The hurt will go in a bit. You need to be stretched to fit."

Jerome whimpered, "Be good to me," and then almost laughed, as that was what Macey had said to him right before he had fucked her good and hard in that laundry room. And hard had seemed good enough for her to hear her comment on it while it was happening.

Then Thomas fucked Jerome good and hard and took him to glory, and by the time he was finished, Jerome was feeling more pleasure than pain. Half way through the fuck, Thomas pulled Jerome's shoulders up into his chest, and Jerome turned his head and they kissed deeply and shared in whispers how good the fuck was going. And Jerome proved he could take sex this way by shooting off into one of the buckets.

"You done good," Thomas said. "I knew you liked it when we kissed and you began fuckin' me back with your hips. You be made for this."

Jerome didn't love it yet, but he liked it well enough to continue with his plan.

"I been tole if I take a cock and love it, the man is my master."

"I been tole that too," Thomas answered. "I'd like to fuck you nuff to master you, but I'se not sure you'd be letting me."

"How can the man tell he is accepted as master?"

"If a man will fuck hisself on the cock is a clue."

"Fuck hisself? I don't understand."

"I can show you."

Thomas sat on a bench, holding Jerome's waist, as Jerome sat in his lap, facing him, and on the cock and, at Thomas's direction fucked himself on the hard shaft by leveraging off the soles of his feet.

Jerome thought he had gotten the idea by the time they both had come again—and he now thought he had enough understanding and preparation to work out his plan.

While Jerome absentmindedly worked a plan in his mind, he remained sitting on Thomas's cock, and Thomas glided his hands over Jerome's body, kissed his neck, and moved a hand around to play with the his balls and cock. Jerome barely discerned when Thomas's cock was getting big inside him again. It was a jolt when he realized it and he moved as if to rise.

"Go down on your all fours on the grass," Thomas growled.

Jerome did as he was told and Thomas crouched over his hips, grabbed his waist in his hands, and began the fuck again. It was only later that it dawned on Jerome that Thomas had commanded and Jerome had simply complied. Thomas hadn't even asked if he could fuck him again, and Jerome had no idea what he would have answered if Thomas had asked. Was this, he wondered, what being mastered meant? If so, it was a powerful weapon.

Thomas settled that. He laughed and said, "See it works. You fucked yourself on me and then jus' did what I told you to do afterward. So's I's master of you in the fuck now. You gonna let me fuck you again when I wants to?"

"I guess so," Jerome answered.

"I guess so too," Thomas said. Then he laughed again.