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STORY OF
A few weeks later, it was time to take the young Black
Panther trainees up to the farm to teach them marksmanship. Sipple was very
enthused about this, as he was an expert shooter, and would have joined ROTC
had he not been chickenshit about going to
"Why are we going to the barn,
Sip was also somewhat concerned because
One of the young men, a very black guy with an African
accent, smiled and shook his head when he was offered a beer. "I am sorry,
no. I only drink water and fruit juices. And no gun for me either. I had
enough shooting in
DeRoy was a young American black man, and he slapped the
African on the back. "You got to get into this Kiasi, my man...this is
cool!"
When they got out to the barn, the guys were excited and were
playing with the air rifles.
"Fellows, hold on"
"I wan tyou to learn what it's like to shoot at a moving
target. There's not much use in shooting something that is just standing there,
so I want you to have a nice wiggling form to shoot at, a true moving
target."
Sip smiled nervously. "Excuse me,
DeRoy laughed cruelly. "Go on, white boy. indy tole us you is a faggy!" The others snorted, and
one threw a beer bottle at Sip. It crashed near his feet, and Sip looked quite
depressed.
Finally, Sip removed his clothes, a bit slower than
Sipple stood obediently as Vitellius did his good work.
There was small comfort in the fact that Sip no longer had to
wear the Crusher and that his legs could swing, but that was scant, as of
course Sip was now going to be shot at...
"Now fellows, take your air rifles, and Vitellius,
because you did such a good job with the target, you can shoot this rifle with
rock-salt--"
"ROCK SALT?" screamed Sip.
As the boys moved in with the rifles,
The boys honestly did aim for the target on Sip's chest, but
most of the BB's (and the rock salt) landed on his cock, balls, thighs and
general groin area.
As Sip tried to move about while
suspended from the beam, the boys also got shots on his buttocks, calves and
feet. Altogether, it was an unpleasant hour and half.
After
"No, I got in enough shooting as I said earlier at the
battle of Ke Sanh last January, and since I've been back from Vietnam I have
little interest in that sort of thing. I actually have interests in the Black
Muslim movement, and have changed my name to Kiasi X."
Kiasi smiled and flexed his chest in a snug gray
t-shirt. "DeRoy seduced and married my innocent sister Mablevi right after
my family emigrated here from
Kiasi shook his head ruefully. "They are not bad
men, but easily led, and so I am concerned for them, and thus came along on
this idiotic farm mission."
About an hour later, after
Kiasi smiled gently. "What would you like from me,
Suddenly, Indio felt Kiasi grabbing him by the ears and
slamming the cock down Indio's throat so that Indio was coughing and gasping.
Suddenly Kiasi cuffed Indio on the ear. "Stop this moaning and such,
Indio...Suck me or begone. I am not an idiot like that creature you have
hanging in the barn."
Indio slurped his tongue around Kiasi's penis and pulled on
it, toying with Kiasi's frenulum, and suddenly Kiasi came like a firehose, and
Indio sucked every bit down, before cleaning Kiasi carefully with his
handkerchief.
Sip's screams had stopped in the barn, and Indio rose. Kiasi
made no attempt to hug Indio or thank him for the blowjob. "I-I brought
along a bottle of vodka to throw over Sip to disinfect him." Indio said
unsteadily. "Then I suppose we should go home."
Kiasi said casually, "I suppose we should."
When Sip and Indio got back to
their apartment building, Indio's mind was in a whirl. He kept imagining
Kiasi. Kiasi's naked, ebony muscles. Kiasi whipping Indio. Licking grime off
Kiasi's toes. Serving Kiasi on his knees.
But when Sip and
Indio got up to the apartment, they had a surprise, which banished
thoughts of Kiasi from Indio's mind. An overweight fifty year old man
in Bermuda shorts and a skipper's cap was sipping gin in their living
room.
"Dad!" Sip said
joyfully. The obese yachtsman smiled genially at Sip. "How are you,
boy?"
"Indio, this is my Dad,
Sipple Knox the Third. Most Third guys are called Trey, but everyone calls Dad
Bub." Sip was babbling, probably because he wasn't sure how Indio and Bub
would react to each other.
Indio's manners were polished,
though he wasn't too crazy about unannounced visitors.
"Mr. Knox, it's good to
meet you. You've done a great job of raising Sipple." This perhaps was the
greatest lie Indio had ever told.
"No, call me Bub, boy, or
Uncle Bub if you like. Your name is Indio? Is that Eye-talian? You look like an
Ay-rab, though. What's your surname?"
"I am only Indio." Indio
said simply. "That was the name on my bracelet when I was left at the
orphanage. When I must use an initial, I call myself 'I. Indio.', but really,
Indio is my only name."
Bub spat. "Good God, and
that's the sort of bounder that gets a full scholarship at my old university?
But Sip did tell me that you had rather high SAT scores. I expect I should be
more liberal."
Indio smiled. "Well, you are
subsidizing me as well, Mr. Knox. You know that I am living with Sipple for
nothing--he charges me no rent. Or is that his mother's money?"
Sip blanched as he saw his
father's face growing somewhat purple. Indio provided a necessary distraction,
though. "Sip, why are you still dressed? You know you're to be naked at
all times in the apartment."
"I can't believe what I
thought I just heard the nigra say." said Bub. "I think my hearing is
still off from the fox hunt in Martha's Vineyard."
Sipple looked beggingly at Indio.
Not in front of my Dad...but Indio stared back, flinty eyed. "Or maybe I
should move back to my dorm room and let you and Daddy get re-acquainted."
"That's one helluva good
idea, boy." Bub said meditatively, as he slugged down the rest of his gin
and opened a pack of Chesterfields. "This ain't no wog joint."
Sipple, overcome with the choice
of humiliating himself in front of his father or losing Indio, took the
sensible approach, and undressed.
He folded his clothes quietly, and
knelt in front of Indio with his head down.
The humiliation of being forced to
strip naked in front of his judgmental, racist father seemed to have a
reviving affect on Sip's BB shot addled dick, though, and he got quite hard.
Bub dropped his cigarette as he
stared at his naked son. "Littering!" called out Indio, who snapped
his fingers and pointed at the butt.
Sip crawled over and picked the
lit cigarette up in his mouth, and crunched and swallowed it, not un painfully.
"What's wrong with you,
boy?" screamed Bub. "Have you lost your mind?" Bub got up and
walked over and tried to grab Sip's shoulder, but Indio was right there, with
his arm on Bub's wrist.
"Get out of here,
wog--"shouted Bub, and grabbed Indio by the shoulder, but in an instant,
found himself flipped and on the floor.
He got up, dazed and flung
himself at the slender half-breed, and this time received a kick in the balls
and a chop in the neck for his trouble, and fell to the ground again.
"Bub, you just don't
understand," Indio said calmly."I have provided the necessary raising
that you and your series of ex-wives neglected with Sipple. He has been drug
free for six months, and only drinks a beer a week now...and he's made the
Dean's List."
"Look here--" Bub said,
trying to rise, but Indio absently flexed a muscle, and the drunken playboy lay
still.
The rules here are different
now." Indio smiled at his adoring Sip. "He has discipline and
toughness. I can't fault you for not providing that, as you have none of your
own."
"Hey there!" Bub said
severely. "I'm tough! I was in the Big War, goddamit! I would have been at
Guadacanal, if I'd not been locked up in the stockade for hitting a
lieutenant."
Indio snorted. "You're
nothing, Bub. This boy can take punishment like you've never seen. He's no
longer a spoiled, indulged dope fiend. I understand you bought his way out of
being drafted last year when Sip failed his courses...but he could fight quite
effectively now, if he wanted to."
Bub got up. "I'm as tough as
he is! Tougher! Whatever training you've put that boy through...I could do
worse!"
Indio looked at Sip and grinned.
"Sipple, get dressed and go have your weekly beer or two...see your
friends. Your dad and I have something to prove."
Later, at Indio's 1990 funeral,
Sipple told me how astonished he was upon his return. "I can't tell you
how much I've always admired my father for his independence, yet hated him for
being so goddamned self centered. But he was always a cocksman and there was nothing
gay about him, as far as I know.
But when I got in the house, my
father was kneeling on the floor, his hands bound behind his back,stark naked.
His balls were in a ball stretcher, which pulled them out something
considerable, and he was sucking and licking Indio's long, brown dick with the
enthusiasm of a child with a Popsicle.
I said 'Hey Indio, hey Dad.' and
my father looked at me and lowered his eyes and said 'I can't talk to you right
now, boy...I'm serving my Master Indio!' And after that, Dad and I really
bonded as naked slaves...kneeling in the corner together, being tortured
together...it was actually the happiest times of our lives, because we had real
conversations.
But, it didn't last that
long. Dad went back to Martha's Vineyard, and a few months after that Indio
left me for that guy Kiasi. But my discipline was instilled, and I was able to
get through school with good grades, and within two years I met Peggy, who is
my dominant wife now..she understands my needs, thank God."
Yes, but Sipple had had a good
experience with my brother Indio, and I was happy to discuss it with him at the
funeral. Knowing that Sip's life had been improved by Indio made me feel damn
good. Leaving there, I ended up driving back to where I lived with Kiasi, who
was not Indio's lover when Indio died, but had stayed good friends with him.
Kiasi's telling of what happened
next was incredibly revealing, for Indio had to train Kiasi to be Indio's
Master!
I am shocked sometimes, thinking
of how Indio left a pretty good situation living in the best part of
Washington, DC, with a handsome young man serving him hand and foot, to go to
Kiasi, who had nothing but a lousy schoolteaching job and who lived with his
family. Indio had to move back in the dorm, but as Kiasi tells about what
happened, Indio never felt he made a mistake...because he wanted a true Master!