BR-106 Black Slave

Excerpt

The boss readied himself again—and punched me in my stomach, forcing the air from my lungs and making me double over and retch. “You going to shuck down, now, boy?”

I shook my head, still coughing and dry-retching…

“He do be a stubborn one, don’t he boys…? Well, you jes’ strip him down and bring him outside. I guess he needs a lil ole lesson from ole snake…”

Josh and Arthur then proceeded, while I resisted as best I could, to strip me, tearing off the T-shirt but then finding great difficulty with the zipper on my jeans. Of course they had never seen one and had no idea what to do with it, so they merely tore the pants from me. They hadn’t seen the bikini underpants I wore either and the three of them looked curiously at them for a short while, then lost interest and tore them off too, to join the small pile of my now shredded clothes.

“Ooh yes, boys. He be a fine specimen. Hold him now while I look him over. Then we teach him a lesson…”