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Chapter 25 Presentation of New Members
I felt squeaky clean by the time I dried and found a terry cloth robe that fit. But I wasn’t done. Anita insisted I allow her to douche out my rectum even though it hadn’t been occupied by anything other than an electrified dildo.
“It’s a required procedure and we could all get in trouble if your butt hole doesn’t sparkle. Bend over, Tom,” said Anita as she coated her fingers with lubricant.
I moaned as her talented fingers found my prostate. Semen dripped off the tip of my penis.
“Don’t get excited, Tom. Save your load for the masters,” cautioned Anita.
There was a special shower stall all the guys had to pass through. I bent over and spread your cheeks so Anita could stick a nozzle up my ass. I filled up pretty quick after she cranked the handle. It was like someone stuck a garden hose up your butt and turned it on full force. Cramps racked my abdomen bending me over as I stumbled out of the stall.
Right outside the stall were two free standing commodes. There was no privacy. You had to hold it until a commode was free. The stench was hard to take as guys emptied their bowels. Another slave, whose backside looked like she had really pissed someone off, inspected the result. If it wasn’t clear, you got to repeat the process.
Anita told me that if one of the male or female slaves got shit on a master or mistress, there would be hell to pay. “We’ll all get rail time,” said Anita.
“Your turn to clean me out,” said Anita ending over and offering me her ass hole.
In spite of the smell and the explosion of shit filled water, there is something erotic about giving each other an enema. It was a chaotic nasty process that somehow made my cock hard.
Vaginas had it better. Anita taught me to empty the foil packet of powder into the disposable plastic bottle, fill with water to the line, and give it a good shake. She sat on a shower stool and spread her legs so I could clean out her cavity for another batch of male essence. There was a certain Roman orgy quality to the act that surprised me.
I slipped the nozzle into her quim and squeezed. I watched as she held it for a few seconds before spraying on the shower floor splattering my legs. Dried semen, spit, lubricant both artificial and man made and God knows what colored the liquid.
I had a moment to reflect on the normally very private nature of what I was doing. Although I knew Corrine kept a supply of douche powder and empty plastic squeeze bottle on the bottom shelf of her vanity I had never seen her use one. Somehow, under those circumstances, she considered it too private and personal for me to view but there she was holding her labia apart so Steve, a man she met less than eight hours ago could fit the nozzle in her vagina.
Did being considered a slave change us that much? Did it almost overnight liberate us from the behavioral norms we developed over decades of growing up into an adult? I, who once considerer myself something of a homophobe, had been eying Danny Boy’s oversized member hoping his threat to sodomize me wasn’t just an empty boast. And as for Corrine, she transformed her sexual norms from that of a monogamous middle class suburban female into something bordering on nymphomania.
I felt like a lab rat whose environment had undergone a radical change engendering a similar change in me. Ray called for us to hurry and finish, interrupting my train of thought.
“Ready for some soul food,” asked Steve as they lead us back toward the center of the mansion.
“Sure,” I replied although I had only a vague idea of what he was talking about.
There was a buffet set up in what I guessed was the Billiards Room since the food trays were placed on a covered pool table. Steve and Anita had already informed us there was a two hour break in which we slaves were allowed to clean up and eat while the Masters held a dinner meeting to go over club business.
“Great, it’s from Redbones,” said Anita looking over the spread.
As I got in line for helpings of fried chicken, pork barbecue, mashed potatoes, baked apples, white beans, and something called collard greens, I realized how hungry I was. There was even beer and boxed wine. The beer was malt liquor packaged in forty ounce bottles, according to Steve, the drink of choice for Indianapolis’s lower income black population.
“The Masters are probably eating fillet mignon with truffle sauce and drinking vintage cabernet,” said Steve taking a bite out of a small round disc of something I later learned was called a ho cake. Corrine informed me it was a type of bread made from white cornmeal fried in bacon grease.
If this was what slaves in the pre Civil War south ate, I would characterize it as extremely tasty and down right unhealthy. Corrine pointed out the backbreaking manual labor performed by slaves probably canceled out the ill effects of their diet where a sedentary office worker like me would be digging his grave with his teeth on a steady diet of soul food. It was delicious, however, and I made a pig of myself.
I was just finishing a dish of watermelon ice cream when Ray called my number along with that of Corrine and the other couple who had joined the club with us, Jean and Ted.
“New members are presented to the Masters at this time, nothing to worry about,” said Anita noting the look of consternation on my face.
We followed Ray to the foyer stopping in front of two enormous closed doors I recalled were the entrance to the great hall.
“Robes off,” said Ray before making a call on the cell phone. He told whoever answered, “They standing right outside the door.”
“You’re first, Cory,” said Ray patting my wife on her fanny as he cracked the door to listen. “Hold you head high, stick your tits out and smile.”
I heard Dan the co-President announce new member Cory. Ray opened the door enough to push Cory through then turned his back to the door facing the three of us.
“Jean, suck the guys hard so they make a good impression,” said Ray.
I gathered it had been a long time since anyone had to ask Jean twice for a blowjob. She dropped to her knees reaching for Ted and my soft penises. We melded together so Jean could work her magic. She massaged our balls while she licked and sucked our cockheads. Her mouth proved wide enough to get both tips just inside for tongue work.
“Ted, do you want to kiss Tom,” asked Ray deciding to have some fun with us?
“Yes,” said Ted taking the question as permission to lean forward for a very wet kiss. I responded like a good slave with no will of my own other than to do my master’s bidding. Tom’s fingers pinched my nipples as we kissed while his wife sucked our dicks. He reached down to put a finger on my brown eye and I returned the favor. The three of us were wrapped together as close as possible. Both our peckers slowly came to full attention.
“You’re up, Jean,” said Ray breaking up our three way. Once more, he listened until a certain moment then opened the door and shoved her through.
“You two keep at it. I don’t want anyone to lose his wood,” said Ray turning his back to the door.
Ted and I kissed and worked each other’s nips as we jacked off. The thought occurred to me I was acting as Ted’s fluffer and he mine. We kept at it until Ray announced it was Ted’s turn. Ted was none too gently shoved through the door.
“Come here, Tom,” said Ray putting his hand on my shoulder and reaching for my cock after Ted had made his entrance.
He surprised my by turning me around so my back was pressed against his front. He leaned against the door as he reached his arm around to begin stroking my penis. His position allowed him to listen to what was happening on the other side of the door while he masturbated me. I was a little surprised. He hadn’t struck me as the bisexual type. His large tongue worked a circle in my ear.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say one of your ancestors visited the slave quarters,” said Ray stroking my hard on from testicles to tip.
“Why do you say that, Master,” I asked, curious as to what the hell he was talking about?
“You got a nigger dick on you, white boy,” said Ray squeezing my testicles to the point I wanted to scream. His other hand was pulling out my nipples and twisting them. It was a combination of pleasure and pain more suited to Corrine’s tastes than mine.
“Thank you, Master,” I said thinking it was a complement at least from Ray’s perspective.
“That Charmaine’s a real hot piece. I’ve tapped that several times,” said Ray. “Bitch gets off like a rocket and keeps at it like the Energizer Bunny.”
“Yes, she was amazing. She has an incredible figure,” I said pushing my butt back against Ray’s crotch to see if his cock was hard. It was.
“Her husband’s something of a dick head I don’t care if he is a doctor. Did you get to meet him?”
“Yes, briefly, he screwed my wife, Cory, in the kitchen pantry while I was fucking Charmaine,” I said.
“Your wife’s a real hot piece of tail. I’m going to tap her pussy the first chance I get. You don’t mind, do you?” asked Ray.
I wiggled my butt against his crotch as I answered. “No, Master, I’m sure she’d love it.”
“And from what I’ve read in your profile, you’d love to suck my spunk out of her holes,” said Ray. “What’s with you white guys anyway?”
“What do you mean, Master?”
“Always wanting to stick your tongue in a twat full of a black man’s jism. You wouldn’t catch a black man doing that,” said Ray. “If some prick dumped a load in Jacqueline’s coochie, the cunt would have to clean it out with Lysol before I’d stick my dick in it. That is after I beat the shit out of the unfaithful whore.”
“Who’s Jacqueline, Master,” I asked wishing Ray would unzip his pants and put his cock in my ass?
“Wife, married ten years this past March,” said Ray once again pinching my nipples to the width of a sheet of paper. It hurt like hell but I didn’t want him to stop.
“Is she here,” I asked? “I could service you both.”
“Fuck no, she’s not a member. For that matter, neither am I. This is just a weekend job. The pay’s shit but the perks are great,” said Ray grinding his cock against my ass.
“How long have you been the Head Overseer,” I asked? There were many things about the club I didn’t know. Corrine says I am too curious for my own good. I should just accept things as they come and quit trying to figure things out.
“Three months, I’m in charge of security and the only professional. My staff is made up of interns. If a black couple wants to join the club, they have to serve six months internship. The club’s pretty choosy about who joins. Dan told me there was a three year waiting list for Masters.”
“And slaves,” I asked?
“Different deal, you have to be recommended by a Master couple. Who were your sponsors?”
“Scott and Nadine Reynolds,” I said.
“Indianapolis’s answer to Johnny Cochran, he keep you out of jail?”
“Not exactly, I thought I was in trouble related to my business but it didn’t materialize thank God,” I said.
“Did Attorney Reynolds screw your wife,” asked Ray who must have heard about my lawyer? “Did you develop your taste for sucking black jism out of Cory’s cunt from Scott?”
“Yes, he screwed her but I didn’t know about it at the time,” I said before adding, “And I liked eating pussies with cream before we met Scott.”
“I figured he nailed her from what I’ve heard about him. He’d got a thing for white pussy. Hey, your turn, Tom,” said Ray moving quickly to push me through the door.
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