I grew up on a farm and got away from there early to join The Army of Freedom, it was to free the slaves. Slavery seemed bad, and I wanted to join an army. I was big and thought I wanted to fight.
My army lost quickly, they were losing when I joined, but what did I know? The army lost and I denied being in that army anyway. I was big as two men and just fourteen, and all the others that I saw were made slaves or killed. I watched for several days as the winners chopped off heads.
Those were sunny days when the chopping went on. It was like a celebration for the victors. They had lines of chained men, and a few women. They brought them up so the crowd could see, and then down with the ax. Sometimes when they were very drunk, they would use the ax on arms or feet, and then let the victim try to run away bleeding on stumps. Oh it was a lesson in modern warfare. I was so glad that none of the uniforms were big enough for barely teenage me. I stayed on because there was free food for everybody around the cutting grounds. They had thousands of heads to take off. They piled the heads in a special pile, and burned the bodies. Some of the footless ones were put on the fires alive.
Makes you not want to be in any army. I was not far from my birthplace in Southern Georgia where the total defeat happened. When I see swarms of flies, well I think of those fields, cause birds and flies come out when human remains are cooking. Birds would dive into the heads, the birds and flies seem to work together against man.
So after the chopping stopped and the Florida winning army went south I trailed along behind them. They were liberal with booze and scraps of food. I found jobs on farms as I walked around the countryside. There were lots of little armies back then, want-to-be armies. I had seen enough severed heads, and I played stupid and retarded to avoid the strong-armed recruiters. I did not want to give my head up to flies.
There were farm girls who wanted me to settle down with them and become a simi-slave to the rich guys. That’s what farmers are — my father was one and marriage holds it all in place. Marriage keeps you in place like an invisible chain. You have children and can’t leave then, it goes on and on. I worked with horses and corn and I acted crazy and walked funny when someone wanted me in the army. Finally I went to the city.
It’s hard to tell time but folks said I looked fifty. I had never worked at anything in the city and I was hired as a tough, a rough guy. I killed several of the people I was told to kill. So I found myself in chains. The deal was people like me could be sold as a slave or those not sold would be killed. In that society in Jacksonville, Florida, the way they did it was put a string around your neck and tighten it, so no more breathing. Most people were afraid of me. It said on my card (around my neck) MURDER. Not a good selling point. hundreds of buyers went right by. Young men were mostly bought. Then I was scared and began begging people to buy me. I would say, “Man I would make a good slave for you. I only killed someone because my employer said, ‘Do him’. It wasn’t that I had anything against the ones I took out.
Please, please buy me!”
So when I had about given up hope, and my trainers had also, well then this little dwarf came up one day. He was dressed like he was made of money. Well I laid it on him heavy, I mean I begged as hard as I could, because I was being fed a lot, and the market masters talked about ‘thinning the herd of culls’. I was one of the culls. Another way my masters said it was, “He’s not a prime animal. If we need to beat one to death, he would be good for it.”
The dwarf liked it when I said “I’ll do anything if you buy me.” All the other stuff about them going to strangle me next morning didn’t matter to him — he told me. What he like is that if he saved me I would do anything he said for the rest of my life. That day it had been raining outside and his shoes were muddy. He said, “Then get on your belly and lick the soil off my shoes.” I did, and he bought me.
Wholesale, was how he bought me, he was a slave dealer. I was just three credits. The seller said, “As meat this big chunk is a good deal, you could get lots of steaks out of him.”
The dwarf bought me and two girls. He somehow had trucks that were going to meet him in Gainesville Florida. I guess they were full of other non personal slaves. I ate on the train floor with the girls, we had slave soup which was terrible, but you have to eat.
The dwarf sat on a sofa bed above us. It was a small compartment. Then after he had his food he gave me the scraps. I sat on my knees and he actually put the scraps in my mouth like I was his big dog. I had barely looked at the two women because I was old and I figured he bought them for himself. He was a young dwarf. Who knows how old dwarfs are? I had never seen anything quite like him. He was as ugly as sin. His head was rather big for his body, his hat size must have been HUGE.
So after r he ate, and fed me the scraps he up and said, “I need to be entertained so lets see you screw these girls.”
They were both blond and beautiful young girls. They just looked dazed at his statement. So he said, “You know Roscoe it might be fun to whip them first.”
“Yes master” I said, and the girls quickly took off their clothes. I had never had such pretty girls and they were both virgins. The dwarf just sat and watched, sometimes he stood up and jumped up and down, or yelled like fans do at football games. When I was really energetic about it, with noises, or when I reached a conclusion of sex, he would stand and clap. He was a cheerleader.
The dwarf used big words, he taught me plenty. About the girls virginity he said “You extinguished that Roscoe”. I don’t think he ever tried sex with any of his virgins. He would break them in to play around with his male equipment, like licking and sucking on him, but he never seemed to try to make babies. For his size, and he’s about as tall as a five-year old boy, his male equipment is very large. Most girls are deathly afraid of him — some about scream their lungs out. Some girls go totally nuts just being bought by him.
Some nights he has ordered me to keep some of them in his bed, just as bed warmers. they are mostly terrified. He’s owned me twenty years when Les came along. Les was the best independent contractor he ever had. Or that’s what he called Les — who was a street slave dealer.
I know why he does things and even though, sighted girls go crazy when they see him he has a big room at his home where he keeps blind girls. they of course know their master is very short, but they feel lucky that someone wants them. He is very gentle with those blind ones. When he gets new ones, I am trusted to go in their room and tell the new one how handsome and great he is. He said the first time, “Make up stuff Roscoe, remember all the crap you told me when you wanted me to buy you. Tell them how I’m the greatest guy alive, and the best looking.”
That’s exactly what I tell the blind girls. Gentle girls who he loves.
Then there is the other part of the house where he brings me virgins and wants me to rape them. He’s a great watcher — for him it’s a team sport, big me making them, and him jumping up and down — urging me on.
It’s not a bad job, but the dwarf it is proof that men are dual creatures, good and bad. Real good, and really bad.
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http://orphandorothy.wordpress.com
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For a story by the same author with links to other stories go to: ‘Teeth’ at http://unsightlyteeth.wordpress.com
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