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I know i haven't published a story since a long time. That doesn't mean i don't want to or that i don't have ideas. I have more than 100 drafts and also a lot of unfinished requests. In the meantime, i publish tonight this short story i just wrote some minutes ago. I felt inspired by this image and wrote something i hoped will please you.
It isnt set in the Black New World Order, you can imagine where and when you want it be located. I wish you a good reading. ☺️
SHORT STORY : A generous Black master
After a cool day with his friends, a tall and handsome black master came back to his home. A very small and skinny white boy, naked, hairless and scared, was scrubbing the floors on his knees. When he saw his gorgeous owner, he kissed his shoes.
The tall master slapped the slave's tiny butt, saying : "I'm gonna fuck that ass tonight!".
The obedient whiteboy brought his dom a cigarette to smoke, while this one was putting his shoes on the table.
THE BLACK MASTER : "All right, whitey ! Your housechores are done, i allow you to eat now ! I haven't allowed you to eat since two days ?! I totally forgot because... well, because i don't give a fuck, slave ! Aren't you a lucky white slave being owned by me ?! I'm letting you swallow the dirt of my soles ! Eat the dirt, the grass, the dog shits... Do that fast and you may suck my sweaty feet too, white slave ! Ahah!"
The short whiteboy was so skinny that his black master's leg was twice the size of his belly, and so small that his master was three times his height. But the slave knew he had no other choices than being an obedient whiteboy if he wanted to be allowed to eat.
When the soles were spotless, after eating grass, dog poop and dirt his master had stepped on earlier, the whiteboy had the luck to swallow all the sweat from his black King's giant feet! The sweat was strong and tasty but that was enough to eat, especially after two days of starvation.
These days, having a white slave was normal, even if it wasn't legal and official. It was something more common in America, Europe, and Africa of course. When a white person was enslaved (by force, by love or by choice), his.her black owner had every rights on him.her. So this skinny whiteboy wasn't fed everyday, and was so famished that he begun to love eating his master's big turds!
Even if the whiteboy was treated as a pet and a domestic servant as much as a sex slave, he still considered his master as a god.