The Birth of a slave boi
(The Second coming)


slave boi rodtney ross came into being on October 12, 1952 at Shaw Air Force Base, South Carolina.

It’s mother, a beautiful mulatto woman had married a very handsome man who was 3 parts Black and 1 part Seminole Indian. Little did they know that some 44 years later their beautiful son would come out a second time. After revealing his gayness to them some eighteen years ago. More accurately, it was the local that revealed boi’s gayness to them. They paid a surprise visit to boi one sunny Sunday afternoon. Boi lived right smack dab in the heart of the Castro. boi was performing on the corner of 18th & Castro ( in a Middle Eastern dance troupe), when to his surprise, he looked up and saw his lover at the time, standing there with boi’s Father. OH, what a surprise!

After finishing the set he asked his father where his mother was. He replied, “oh, she’s around the corner waiting in the car.” My lover, father and I walked up to Castro and Market, turned the corner to where my mother was waiting. The next moment was probably the most embarrassing moment in this boi’s life. My mother sitting in the car waiting, while countless numbers of half naked men strolled past. Some holding hands, arm in arm, a few kissing each other. But that wasn’t the embarrassment. The popular lesbian bar known as the Café, was at that time a porno theater, which had a HUGE marquee that read in giant bold letters “ALL MALE BLACK NUDES”. My mother had been sitting in the car in front of this sign for about a half hour, watching dozens of half naked gay men in their natural habitat. Needles to say after that episode they began to wonder.

Still, boi came out to loving and accepting parents, who at that time had just became “born again”, what ever that means.

Time went on. boi and his lover moved to the Haight. More time went as boi discovered his lover coming home a lot later than usual. Then the phone call from an anonymous high pitched male voice. “Is Joel at home” it said. A good boi never questions it’s mate, so boi called his lover to the phone and went off to do “something”.

Needles to say a few weeks later, boi’s lover requested an audience. We sat down, we talked, we broke up.

It was a mutual agreement. There was a particular situation in that relationship that boi had endured lovingly, but now it didn’t exist. It had lasted three years, but it was time to move on. That was fifteen years ago, we’re still friends, he still calls boi on birthdays. Relationships should always end lovingly, peacefully. That’s the way boi sees it.

Spirit did not intend for boi to be alone for long. boi’s training had just begun.

A week later, boi and his best friend John went dancing as they always did every Wednesday. Alfie’s on market St. near Church was the hottest little disco in town. The hottest 70’s dance music anyone could ask for.

We stood in the entrance paying our cover charge. Boi, eager to get in and join with Spirit though the dance, looked deep inside and saw the man he knew at that instant would be his Husband for the next 11 years.

John and this boi entered and stood on the west side of the dance floor near the wall. boi had already told him of the HOT man he saw. We had only been there a few minutes, when boi’s Husband -to- be walked by. He walked several feet past us, then stopped, turned and looked boi straight in the eyes for what seemed like an eternity and walked away. His stare sent lighting bolts through boi’s entire being and left him numb. John turned to boi and simply said “go for it.” boi is very shy and rarely makes a first move. Spirit grabbed boi by the ass and pushed him around the dance floor til he came to where this man was dancing (alone). Spirit pushed boi in front of this man and made boi’s mouth speak. “would you like to dance” boi asked. (stupid question, he was already dancing). He said “Yes” in a very heavy accent, which later boi found to be French/Isreali.

This was the beginning of boi’s obedient, loving, subservient training. boi’s Husband was a powerfully attractive sephardic Jew, born in Tunisia and raised in Israel from the age of eight. He spoke French, Hebrew and Arabic and very little English when we met. Arab/Israeli culture is very patriarchal. The men are the Masters of their households and the “women” should be not seen and not heard unless there is a demand for some type of service to the Husband or the Husbands guests. boi’s husband nicknamed him Fatima as many Arab/Israeli husbands jokingly call their wives.

“Fatima, bring me coffee!” “Fatima, bring me cigarette!” He would often demand in a stern, but loving manner. boi was there in an instant obeying his every command (and loving it). boi was a natural. He did things to serve and please his man without thinking, almost as if by instinct.

One day boi and Husband were out walking. When He stopped and turned suddenly and asked boi. “Why you walking be’ind me?” boi looked at him and said without thinking. “Out of respect for my Husband.” He simply turned and continued walking.

The word ‘husband” has been used in gay relationships in a sort of humorous, joking way for one to describe one’s lover. However boi used the word in the truest sense and made sure when he used it, people knew he was not joking.

Our sex life was hot and heavy. Wild passionate sex at least four times a day in the first few years. But by the seventh/eighth year things got a little routine. boi began to have fantasies of handcuffs, being tied up. boi also had been playfully spanked once or twice before and found it exhilarating to say the least. But these fantasies never really came to fruition. However on one occasion while making love, boi’s lover got up and got a candle from the dresser, lit it and said “I want to try something with you.” He told boi to roll over on his stomach and began to drip hot wax on boi’s back and ass. Wonderful! All this started to develop as the atomic bomb of HIV was falling from the sky. boi’s lover had been diagnosed with AIDS. Everything changed, boi devoted the next two years to caring for his lover. But the flower of S/m did not die with boi’s lover, it lay dormant for six years waiting for the fertile waters of this boi’s Master (Master Phil Ross) to water it and make it blossom. boi saw it’s Master for the first time at the Folsom St. fair last year. boi, leaving the fair to go back to the Castro, felt a powerful force as he was walking, turned to see a hot handsome man staring at him as they walked in opposite directions across a sea of faces. We stared at each other til we both disappeared in the crowd. boi just sighed and kept on walking. Eventually ended up at a salt and pepper bar in the Castro. While sitting there this handsome stranger walked past. boi looked at him and said “you’re the one.” Sir came over, sat next to boi and grabbed boi’s leg. We started talking and pretty soon Sir had boi between His legs. Master took boi by the throat with His strong hands and asked, “What’s the first thing that comes to your mind?” boi looked into Master’s eyes and said “Trust.” boi had come out of the closet as a gay man twenty seven years ago and was now about to come out of the closet a second time and into the limelight of the Gay Leatherfetish world. boi began his 24/7 training with it’s Master a week later on the phone. The rest is and will be history.



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