Date: Wed, 1 Apr 2015 05:43:34 +0000 (UTC) From: Christian Debus Subject: "Master of River's Bend", Chapter 11, Gay Male / Interracial Master of River's Bend Chapter 11 "Yancy Takes Control" This is a story of erotic fiction meant to be read by adults over the age of eighteen years Written by Jean-Christophe March, 2015 My stories are archived at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Jean-Christophe_Stories "The characters and ideas contained in this story are products of the writer's imagination and bear no resemblance to actual persons or events. Please respect the integrity of the story and don't do any rewrites, make alterations or add another's artwork or pictures" Please consider donating: Nifty really needs financial support to continue bringing these stories to their readers. If you'd like to help financially, please donate to http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Chapter 11: Yancy's decision to use him sexually takes Immutef by surprise. But it does serve to highlight the vagaries of a slave's life. A slave has no control over what happens to him and his fate rests entirely in his owner's hands. And of course, a slave has no other recourse but to accept his Master's decision no matter how unpalatable it might be. Any hesitation or visible displays of reluctance on his part would be seen as acts of disobedience, or even worse, of defiance and warrant the severest punishment. Today, Massa had brought him to the big house to appraise the new slave he now knows as Ramses. But fate has intervened and before that happens, he is to be fucked by this unknown young man who is Massa's guest and who he calls Yancy. Sir Yancy's shabby, threadbare clothing suggests to Immutef that he is - or was - a black slave. How he'd come to River's Bend and what part he is to play in the plantation's operations is unclear. Perhaps he is a new overseer recruited by Massa Charles. Immutef has, over the course of time, become one man's pleasure slave and that man is Boss Edward to whom he was given by Massa Charles and he'd grown accustomed to the young, Black overseer using his body whenever the urge for sexual relief overtook him. In truth, Boss Edward is a virile, young Black man with an insatiable need for sexual gratification. At first, the constant demands that Boss Edward makes on Immutef, sorely taxed him, but overtime he'd learned to adjust his mindset to suit the needs of the overseer who enthusiastically uses him as his personal ass-slave. Now, Immutef looks forward to the frequent calls to run to wherever Boss Edward is working and to submit to him. Oh, how he loves the feel of Boss Edward's overly generous cock sliding down his throat or thrusting into the depths of his ass. He's truly grown to appreciate the black man's cock and this is the one redeeming feature of his slavery. Being a Black man's whore slave agrees with Immutef's recently acquired homosexuality. Of course, there are occasions when Boss Edward allows other overseers access to Immutef's undisputed, naked charms. Sometimes, this is merely done as a courtesy or as an expression of gratitude for a favor rendered. However, there are other times when Boss Edward has "wagered" Immutef's ass as a stake in a card game and lost. So Immutef is no stranger to being used by other Blacks and it would seem that Sir Yancy is to be the latest to mount him. And while Immutef regards himself as Boss Edward's "special boy", he has become something of a connoisseur of Black cock and delights in submitting to any Black man to whom he is given. Immutef watches as Sir Yancy prepares himself. Effortlessly, Yancy pulls the shirt over his head revealing his muscular, upper body. Then, he unties the rope around his slim waist allowing his trousers to erotically slide down his long legs into a crumpled heap around his bare feet. With an easy grace, the young Black steps out of his trousers and stands in all his naked glory before Massa Charles and the assembled white slaves. "Yancy, I'm pleased to see you aren't shy about appearing naked in front of my slaves. For my part, I don't have any inhibitions either. You never consider a slave's feeling about seeing you naked. Slaves aren't human in the true sense of the word and standing naked in front of them is akin to standing nude before any other domesticated animal like a favorite hunting dog or a horse." "Oh, I'm not shy about being naked in front of these white boys, Charles. I expect they'll see me buck-assed naked more times than they'll see me clothed so they'd best get used to it. And I'm not shy about being nude in front of you either Charles. I expect we'll see a lot of each other's bodies!" "I'm sure of it Yancy! And I must say you have no reason to feel ashamed. You're a handsome, well-setup, young man. You do the black race proud." "Thank you, Charles." There's just a note of bitterness in Yancy's reply. "I guess I owe my fit appearance to the hard work my master set me to. He isn't an easy man to please. His slaves never seem to work hard enough to satisfy him." "Then, we'll have to extract revenge for his treatment of you by making sure his git, Ramses works hard for us. Speaking of which here's Ramses with the goose fat." While the two Black Masters talked, Immutef surreptitiously caste his eyes over Yancy's naked form. Yancy is, in every sense, the epitome of Black perfection. Immutef estimates Yancy's height at six feet two or three inches and his weight at around one hundred and eighty ponds. His warm, honey-gold skin is flawless without blemishes or any birth defects to mar its glabrous perfection. His handsome face is dominated by his dark brown eyes, flaring nostrils and full, sensuous lips that part to show the pearly white evenness of his teeth. His head is crowned with a skullcap of tightly crimped black curls which gives him an air of nobility. And, despite his lifelong slavery, there is a suggestion of arrogance about Yancy which will soon manifest itself in his unyielding, harsh treatment of Charles' white slaves who'll quickly learn to fear this newcomer to the plantation. Broad of shoulder and with a powerful chest, Yancy's vee-shaped torso tapers down to a narrow waist that emphasizes the well-defined curves of his slim, muscular buttocks. Slowly, Immutef's gaze sweeps down over Yancy's heaving chest and ribbed abdomen to his genitals and he is in awe of the heavy ball-sac nestled in a luxuriant forest of pubic hair hanging lopsidedly between his powerful thighs; even more impressive is the magnificent cock resting on top of them. Even in its tumescent state the cock is prodigious and the slave knows it will require all his resolve to accommodate it However, Immutef decides he is up to the challenge and that Sir Yancy's decision to use him sexually is a pleasant diversion from the mundane matters of caring for the plantation's two- legged and four-legged livestock and it should prove most enjoyable. Meanwhile, Ramses stands clasping the bowl of goose fat and not knowing what to do next. "How do you want to fuck the slave, Yancy? I'll leave you to order him into position." "Thank you, Charles. I'll fuck him like a dog from behind with his upper body resting on the balustrading." Yancy replies. "You heard me boy, lean over the rail and hold on for support." Immutef hurries into position and rests his chest on the stout, wooden, top rail. Anticipating a "rough ride" he firmly grips the rail with both hands and moves his feet apart for even greater support. "What you waiting for, boy?" Sir Yancy impatiently asks Ramses. "Grease his hole for ease of entry and when you're done you can grease my cock. Get to it!" "Yes Sir!" Ramses replies and moves to stand immediately behind Immutef who turns his head to watch. Ramses is overwhelmed and hesitant. He's seen naked men before but these had been slaves and always he'd viewed them from a distance. But this is different; Immutef is white and he is just inches away from the most intimate part of the slave's body - his anus. Ramses has never seen an anus up so close before - although he's often pictured them in his lustful thoughts. He looks at the rosy-pink sphincter nestling deep within the ass-crack and he is fascinated by the movement of the striations which seems to give the asshole a pulsing life of its own. Indeed, it seems to be winking a welcome to him to come and explore further. Tentatively, Ramses reaches out and touches the warm, yielding flesh of the waiting slave's pucker. At his touch, an involuntary shudder ripples through Immutef in anticipation of what he knows is to follow. Ramses has delayed too long in his fingering of Immutef. Behind him he hears the sinister whine of a cane travelling through the resisting air and the loud thwack as it strikes firm flesh - his flesh. As the burning pain sears itself across his ass-cheeks, Ramses cries out in distress. Once more, Yancy applies the cane and once more Ramses screams at the excruciating pain. But it is a pain that he will soon become familiar with as he settles into his new role as one of Massa Charles' slaves. "Move yourself boy! Stop wasting time. I ordered you to grease his ass not to play with it!" Yancy's demonstration of his mastery over his former owner meets with Charles' approval. "Well done, Yancy! You were quite right to chastise the slave. You gave him an order and he should have obeyed immediately. Instead he hesitated and took advantage of your good nature to enjoy himself. He has to learn right at the outset, that he is here to give pleasure not to receive it. I congratulate you on your mastery of Ram." "Thank you, Charles! I didn't overstep the mark did I? It was more of a spontaneous reaction on my part to Ramses' dawdling." "Not at all, Yancy! As I said earlier, as my guest, you have complete control over my slaves. If they offend you, then of course, you must punish them. And I must say the red stripes look most fetching on the slave boy's white ass." As Charles and Yancy talk, Ramses uses a finger to scoop a dollop of grease from the bowl and places it on the waiting sphincter and assiduously, so as to avoid another cut of the cane, he smears it around the quivering opening. The result is electrifying; as the tip of his greased finger touches Immutef's cock-hungry flesh a shiver runs through both slaves. Ramses has never experienced anything like this before and to his astonishment, his semi-aroused cock leaps into an instant and hard erection which doesn't go unnoticed by Massa Charles. "Boy, mind how you wave your cock about and keep it away from the slave's ass. You're there to prepare him for fucking not to fuck him. Now get to work and smear the fat deep into his ass." Ramses heeds his new Master's orders and eagerly applies himself to the task which proves to be a most enjoyable one. The inexperienced teenager who, until now, has never had any physical, sexual contact with another man suddenly finds he is able to give physical expression to all the homoerotic fantasies that had filled his mind and fuelled his masturbatory sessions behind the hedges as he'd watched the slaves at their labors. At the first touch of Ramses' finger, Immutef's body goes into defensive mode. There is an involuntary clenching of his buttocks and a tightening of his ass which, at first, denies Ramses entry. However, the resistance is fleeting and as Immutef's body relaxes, Ramses finger easily slips through the sphincter and is gripped by the powerful inner muscles which hungrily draw it deeper into the rectum. As the muscles grip Ramses finger in a milking action, he begins a slow finger-fucking of Immutef. He feels the convulsing of Immutef's body and hears the slave's low, appreciative moaning as his finger strokes the silky-smooth lining of the rectum. For his part, Ramses body also quivers and his knees sag just a little. His cock grows in stature and hardens into an unimaginable rigidity. His cock pulsates with each thrust of his finger and he feels the precursory spurts of his precum which warns of an impending ejaculation. Instinctively, Ramses knows this is forbidden him; an inner voice warns him that only Massa Charles can sanction his release and so he fights against it with as much resolve as he can muster. Precariously, a long, silver thread hangs from his piss-slit and works its way down to the tiled floor of the porch. Ramses has only been at River's Bend for a few hours and yet so much has happened that it seems a lifetime ago since he'd stepped ashore from the boat onto the wharf to be greeted by his cousin, Beauregard St John. In that time he'd learned the truth about River's Bend and discovered that the plantation was ruled by a Black Master who employed white slaves to power it. He'd discovered that his cousin is, in fact, also slave and of the part that he too is to play as a slave of Massa Charles. And his old life had been turned around and his slave, Nestor has become a free man, Yancy who he is to serve him as a slave. River's Bend defies all the conventions of the Deep South where the white man reigns supreme. Here, it is the Black man who is the Master and the whites who are held in strict bondage and Ramses has willingly committed to the lifestyle; albeit for a trial period. And in those few hours, Ramses has discovered so much about himself. He has realized his true nature - that of a willing, white slave desperate to serve a strong, Black master - and now as he prepares Immutef for fucking, he is discovering so much about himself. He envies Immutef and wishes that it was him bent double over the rail and that it is his ass being prepared for Sir Yancy's magnificent, black cock. Ramses is lost in his thoughts and is rudely brought back to reality by the loud sound of Sir Yancy's two, stinging slaps to his buttocks. He yelps with the unexpectedness of them and Sir Yancy's impatient command to. "Boy, it's time to grease my cock!" Ram kneels before Sir Yancy and places the bowl of goose fat at his side. Instinctively, he senses his former slave's mounting passion and knows he mustn't delay any longer. He works the grease onto Sir Yancy's impatient cock and the touch of the black flesh is electrifying. Never in his wildest fantasies had he ever imagined that the feel of another man's cock could be so enjoyable. As his fist encircles and slides along the lengthening shaft, he revels at its vein-gnarled hardness and it's engorged, blood heat. Momentarily, Ram is lost in a world of unimagined pleasure. Then, Yancy cuffs his ears as he orders the kneeling slave to. "Finish up, boy! And get to your feet!" Ramses clambers to his feet and watches as Sir Yancy positions himself behind Immutef. Enviously, Ramses watches with interest; fascinated by the scene unfolding before him. How he wishes it was he bent over the rail with his ass raised into position. However, his interest isn't simply prurient; he is eager to learn the techniques he'll need to employ during his own couplings. He anticipates his own imminent initiation into anal sex by Massa Charles; however, he is acutely aware that he is a virgin and he worries that he will disappoint Massa with his lack of experience. Naturally, on that point he need have no worries. Massa Charles will use him as he feels appropriate. All that will be required of Ramses is that he submits to his Master who'll instruct him in what he must do. After all, the slave's role is simply that of an empty vessel for his owner's lust and pleasure. He isn't there for his own pleasure. Ramses watches with just a touch of envy as Sir Yancy positions himself behind Immutef and places the head of his cock at the entrance to the slave's body. Immutef's response is both enthusiastic and immediate. He relaxes his body as he pushes his ass back against Sir Yancy's engorged member and his willingness to take it into the warm recess of his body is clearly evident. Sir Yancy's enthusiasm equals that of the slave; he dispenses with all niceties and with several mighty thrusts of his hips his swollen cock is soon buried deep within the slave's rectum. Immutef's initial gasp of surprise at this invasion of his body soon gives way to appreciative grunts and softs moans of pleasure. Ramses is envious of the sight being played out before him and he is jealous of Immutef. As he watches Sir Yancy fucking the slave, Ramses is fascinated by the coordinated play of his back muscles, the thrusting of his powerful hips and the flexing and tightening of his ass- cheeks supported by the two columns of his corded thighs. The early afternoon sunlight and the shade of the porch caste dancing shadows on Sir Yancy's body and his sex induced sweat beads on the rich brown of his skin. Ramses hears Sir Yancy's heightened breathing and the slapping of his hard, dark flesh against the slave's yielding, white ass and he hears Immutef's vocalizing of his mounting passion. Ramses is entranced by the erotic spectacle of the rutting pair and all his attention is focused on Sir Yancy's powerful riding of the slave beneath him; his demeanor is one of total disregard for the slave he is fucking. Leaning forward, he takes hold of Immutef's ears and uses them to steady the slave's body against the increasing violence of his thrusting. Massa Charles watches indulgently from the comfort of a high-backed, wicker chair and is fanned by the young slave, Zaff. He smiles as Yancy thrusts deep into the slave's ass; for him there is no more rewarding sight than seeing a despised white boy's ass being ravished by a well-endowed black man. He particularly enjoys the humiliation these once arrogant whites must feel at their subjugation by the black man. From time to time, Charles pauses to sip a smooth, malt whiskey savoring it almost as much as he does Immutef's despoiling. Ptolemy stand alongside Massa Charles' chair and salivates as he watches Sir Yancy plow the vet slave's ass. He is envious and craves similar usage of his body by Massa Charles. But he knows he must wait on Massa and that no amount of longing on his part will alter that. To Charles' left, Horus and Osiris stand in the display position and also watch intently as Sir Yancy raises Immutef to climax. Ramses is in awe of his former slave's endurance. He watches in amazement as Sir Yancy varies the pace of his fucking. One moment, the speed of his thrusting is a blur of flexing buttocks and plunging cock. Then, suddenly, there is the slowing in speed so that the cock is almost withdrawn from the stretched and hardworking ass-hole. Immutef holds onto the rail with white-knuckled intensity in anticipation of Sir Yancy's forward thrusts delivered with all the strength that his powerful hips can muster. Each time the cock slams back into him, Immutef's loud, guttural grunt shatters the still afternoon air. Ramses is fascinated by the coordination of the two men - Master and slave. Joined together by their common lust, their bodies move in synchronized harmony and provide Ramses with a never before seen spectacle of homosexual activity. He watches the erotic play of Sir Yancy's back muscles, the clenching and unclenching of his shapely buttocks and the tautening of his corded thighs. Beneath him, the slave's body is also a tantalizing display of flexing muscle and yielding flesh as it moves to meet the insatiable demands Sir Yancy makes of it. Both Sir Yancy and the slave are covered in their sex sweat which drips copiously from their hard-working bodies and darkens the tiles beneath them. The noise of their rutting fills the air and the scent of their male pheromones serves as a powerful aphrodisiac to the other watching slaves whose cocks stand proud before them. This fact is noted by Massa Charles who contemptuously regards them as whore-slaves who's only worth is to serve him and all other black men. Nevertheless, Massa orders Horus to step forward and stand beside him so that he can fondle the slave's cock as he watches his new prot‚g‚ fucking his slave, Immutef. The only other sounds to be heard apart from the bird calls and chittering of insects in the garden, are Immutef's loud panting, the slurping of the Sir Yancy's cock as it reams the slave's greased ass-hole and of naked, black flesh slapping hard against naked, white slave flesh. Ramses is so entranced by the erotic tableau being played out before him that he loses all idea of the time. It does seem to him - and this surprises him as, naively, he'd thought a fucking would be a quick affair - that Sir Yancy has great staying power and endurance. This is something that he hopes to experience for himself in the near future. Often, he'd lain awake at night and thought about his slave Nestor fucking him. But always it had been a quick affair prompted by his feelings of guilt and the fear of discovery by his parents. Sir Yancy's revelation of his father's hypocrisy in secretly using his male slaves for sex angers him as he thinks of the lost opportunities to explore his own sexuality. Could it be that that his father secretly harbors the same "dark desires" that he and Ptolemy share. Do all the St John males possess this need? Is this dark secret an inherent "madness" of the St John menfolk? Ramses resolves to confront his father with this new knowledge when he returns home and to tell his father of his need to have sex with their black slaves. Under the circumstances, how can his father refuse? His thoughts are interrupted by a loud shout from Sir Yancy. "Oh shit, Charles! I'm coming! I'm coming! AHH..... shit." Yancy's arches his back as he grinds his groin into the twin mounds of Immutef's waiting ass. Ramses watches speechless at the rippling of Sir Yancy's muscles through the sheen of his sweat and he sees the involuntary clenching of his buttocks as he begins to ejaculate. Sir Yancy takes a firm hold of both sides of Immutef's trim waist to steady him as he pumps wave after wave of hot cum into his ass. The knees of both Master and slave sag under the onslaught of Sir Yancy's generous ejaculation; the intensity of which soon has the slave squirming helplessly on the end of his user's cock. Then, with one final lunge of his hips and a last triumphant shout, Sir Yancy is spent and collapses onto the sweat soaked back of the slave to recover. Slowly he wilts and his flaccid cock slips out of Immutef. As Sir Yancy straightens up, he stretches his body and orders Immutef to "Clean my cock, boy!" Immediately, Immutef falls to his knees before Sir Yancy and uses his tongue to lick hungrily at the cock which just moments ago had been buried deep within him. Ramses is repulsed by this; surely he won't have to do the same with Massa Charles - or will he? "How was it Yancy?" Charles asks. "Did the slave meet your expectations? If not, then tell me and I'll have his ass caned." "Charles, he more than met my expectations. That's the first white boy ass I have ever fucked and I didn't know what to expect. Obviously, the slave is well trained and he seemed to know what was expected of him. I have no complaints about him." "That's pleasing to hear, Yancy. And now, that you have sampled white ass do you like it?" "I do, Charles and I can't wait to sample Ramses ass. As I said earlier, it's something I've thought about a number of times. And now that he's your white slave only makes me want to fuck him as payback." "And so you shall, Yancy after I break him in tonight. Tomorrow he's available for you to fuck as often and wherever you like. You cab fuck him senseless if that's your wish." Ramses listens as Massa Charles and Sir Yancy talk about him. He is shamed by their comments but at the same time a frisson of excitement and fear ripples through him. Tonight he is to be "broken in" by Massa Charles and after that he will be available to Sir Yancy for his use. Their conversation spells out the true nature of his adopted slavery. He is no longer a free man; quite simply he is just an object to be used by his Master and Sir Yancy as they determine. As Ramses contemplates the loss of his virginity to Massa Charles he finds the idea daunting but accepts the inevitability of it. In truth, he is looks forward to tonight and of the days to follow when his former slave fucks him. At this stage, Massa Charles is an unknown quantity whereas Ramses has just seen Sir Yancy's prowess in using the slave, Immutef and he is knows what to expect. "Yancy, a white slave can be used in a number of ways in service to us. Of course, there's the profit-labor that our whips can coax out of him to enrich us. Then there is the great pleasure to be had from using him sexually - as you have just experienced. I never tire of using Ptolemy in that way. Although, I sometimes fuck another slave just for a change. And I have another use for Ptolemy. Whenever I've had a difficult or trying day, I fuck him to relieve my stress. I always find hard fucking him or ramming my cock deep down his throat helps me work through my frustration and helps calm me. Ptolemy is certainly very therapeutic in that sense and I suspect that Ramses will be no less so. Don't be afraid to use Ramses; always remember white slaves exist for our betterment. That's the primary focus of their lives; to enrich us by their servitude to us." "Thanks Charles. I'll remember that in my handling of Ramses and all your slaves. I can't thank you enough for welcoming me as you have. I'm overwhelmed by your generosity." "Yancy, it's my pleasure to have you here. It's my hope that you will consider becoming my right hand man and allow me to train you in the complexities of running River's Bend and managing its slaves." "But Charles, legally I'm still an owned slave. And yet, you speak as though I am free!" "Yancy, let's not worry too much about that. We'll cross that bridge at a later date." Charles replies cryptically. "But for now, if you have finished with Immutef we should return to the business in hand and have him appraise my new acquisition, Ramses." To be continued . . . . . .