The Adventures of Stampley Plantation

By WannabeWhitman

(M+M, Mm, M+f, nc, rape, hist, interr, ds, inc, ws, va, rough)

NOTE TO READERS: This is an ongoing series about slavery in the antebellum South. It includes non-consensual sex (sometimes with minors) and the use of racial epithets. The material is mostly of a homosexual nature, but includes some bisexual themes. If you think any of this might offend you, DO NOT READ. I realize some material may be offensive or unappealing to some readers, but nobody is forcing you to read it. The series covers a wide range of sexual expression, however, so just because you dislike one chapter doesn't mean you won't enjoy others. Keep in mind these are only FANTASIES based on America's racial history and my own conflicted imagination about that history. My intention is not to condone or encourage racism, sex with minors, or rape.

Although this story is set in the antebellum South, and I aim to be as realistic as possible, I have not done extensive research and cannot guarantee complete historical accuracy. Most of the names, however, are taken from actual records of slave-owners and their slaves.

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Chapter 11: The Punishment (Part 3)

James stared at the scene before him with shame and disbelief.

The naked body of his Negro stable-boy was thrown across a hay-bale in the middle of the barn, its buttocks arched invitingly into the humid afternoon air.

Just two feet away, the boy's sister kneeled nude on the stable's dirt floor. The overseer Richardson clutched the back of her head and crammed as much of his cock as possible into her small, disgusted mouth.

Minutes earlier, the stable-boy had raped his little sister with an eagerness that surprised everyone else in the room. Now he was forced to watch as an ugly white overseer used the girl's mouth in preparation to rape HIM.

Like vultures closing in on their prey, the other overseers formed a claustrophobic circle around the two black bodies. Their pants lay bunched at their ankles as they tugged on their pricks, each man anticipating his own turn at the pretty girl's mouth.

A black boy crouched behind them, his tattered pants pushed to his knees. He pulled on his dick and darted his head left and right to get the best possible view of the show.

James stood to the side and watched with bleary eyes. He knew he was witnessing the slow destruction of a young man's pride and future. He knew he was polluting an innocent girl's purity and self-respect, and corrupting the precious bond between she and her older brother. He knew that even if their bodies recovered, as they most likely would, their minds and souls never could.

But even as he recognized these things, James's usual compassion for human suffering slowly gave way to a breathless craving to see more. His pants parted open and his blotchy-red cock leapt vertically into the air. Instead of rushing to his slaves' rescue, as he'd initially tried to do, James stood sickened but spellbound by the scene in front of him.

"We ain't got all day, Richardson!" Mr. Potter barked at the greasy-haired overseer still jerking his cock in and out of the Negro girl's stretched lips.

"The girl's got a pretty little mouth, that's for damn sure. But this ain't some late- night nigger-fuck after a card game with the boys."

Mr. Potter stepped up to the bale of hay where Jacob lay shamefully sprawled on his stomach. He reached down, grabbed a thick handful of wooly, tangled hair, and jerked Jacob's face violently upward.

Jacob closed his eyes and gritted his teeth with seething resentment.

"We're here to show the boy what happens to niggers that get to thinkin' they're good as whites, remember?" Mr. Potter shouted, slapping Jacob's piss-crusted cheeks with his free hand.

"We're gonna fuck that smug nigger pride right off his ugly black face, 'til we've turned his little shit-hole into a permanent cum-dump!"

Jacob's asshole tightened instinctively, and the pit in his stomach expanded.

Mr. Potter released Jacob's hair, allowing the boy's head to drop heavily against the hay. With a devilish smirk, the burly white man circled Jacob's body and playfully smacked his high-curving, mud-caked buttocks.

"You boys need to trust me," Mr. Potter explained as he dug his fingers deep into Jacob's firm dark butt-flesh.

"I'm tellin' you, this right here is one sweet piece of pussy! I guarantee it'll feel ten times better than his baby sister's mouth. Now get your ass over here, Richardson, and see for yourself if I'm lyin'!"

Mr. Potter stepped to the side. He grinned and nodded at the stable-boy's arched butt as if to say, "It's all yours!"

Richardson scowled at Mr. Potter as he withdrew his dick from Laney's lips. With his pants still bunched at his ankles, he stumbled to where Jacob's upturned buttocks awaited him. Bending his knees slightly, he poked his prick clumsily into the pitch-black crease of Jacob's ass-crack.

Jacob stiffened defensively, causing the high-arching half-globes of his ass to rise another two inches in height.

But his clenched butt-muscles were no match for Richardson's persistent dick. The old man pushed past the stubbornly sealed crack and poked in exploration until he found the boy's hot, sweaty asshole.

Anxious to maintain his erection, Richardson shoved his cock into Jacob with a sudden, brutal thrust. The slickness of Jacob's cum-greasy rectum made the invasion quick and deep.

Jacob's body lunged forward, desperate to escape the stiff cock tearing into his asshole. After nearly an hour's rest, the abrupt invasion stung worse than when his anus had first been forced open by James and Mr. Potter.

But Jacob had nowhere to run. He lay pinned to the bale of hay, like a fish floundering on the tip of a fisherman's spear.

Richardson snorted with disgust at the initial sensation of fucking a nigger boy's ass. But he closed his eyes, folded his arms behind his back, and slowly began pumping with short, awkward strokes.

Just as Mr. Potter had promised, the young buck's asshole squeezed his prick with surprising strength, and the wet gurgling heat of the boy's guts kept his dick warm and aroused.

As he adjusted to these new sensations, Richardson grew bolder and more demanding. He gripped Jacob by the hips, which held the boy's forward-jerking body in place and forced it to swallow the entire length of his skinny red prick.

Jacob's mouth gaped open in a silent scream.

Just moments earlier, he'd been determined to face his fate as bravely as possible. Whether his punishment ended with execution, amputation, imprisonment, or release, he'd resolved to leave that stable with his pride and manhood intact.

But with every brutal stab of the white man's dick, Jacob felt his courage eroding. It felt like the man was taking pinecones, setting them ablaze, and then jamming them into his ass.

Jacob bit into the muscles of his right arm in an effort to keep from screaming. Beads of sweat broke out on every tense inch of his body, dripping off his shoulders, back, and chest onto the hay below.

Out of the corner of his eye, Jacob noticed Laney on her knees, watching with a kind of hypnotized horror as the white man pounded his ass. It was a look that would haunt him for years, if he was lucky enough to live past today. He wished he could somehow cover her eyes, to shield his brutal ass-rape from her gaze.

Jacob squeezed his eyes shut. With every invasive thrust, he felt the white man's cock burrowing into parts of his body that no human being, Jacob included, should ever touch. The gurgling-smacking-farting sounds of dick smashing into ass echoed throughout the otherwise quiet afternoon air, mocking Jacob's pain and intensifying his shame.

As his body rocked forward, Jacob wondered what would scar Laney worse: Watching the white men turn her strong, handsome brother, her best friend and protector since their father's sale a year ago, into a helpless, degraded pussy-boy? Or would it be the memory of his big black dick, crammed in her mouth and pussy as he cooperated like a coward with the white men's orders to rape her?

Either way, he reflected with a sting of regret, it would be impossible for her to ever look at him the same way again.

Richardson accelerated his assault on the stable-boy's ass. With a mixture of curiosity and disgust, he watched his skinny, shit-stained dick plunging in and out of Jacob's dark expanded asshole. As if in willful denial of the fact that he was fucking another man, he tossed his head backwards, closed his eyes, and concentrated on the pleasures provided by the nigger boy's squishy-warm guts.

"Looks like our man Richardson's found himself a new hobby, don't it, boys?" Mr. Potter announced, grinning with satisfaction.

The other men nodded uneasily as they tugged at their dicks and waited their own turns behind the stable-nigger's ass.

"With your eyes shut, don't it feel just like pussy?" Mr. Potter asked. "BETTER than pussy, in fact!"

Richardson grunted incoherently. His breathing grew louder and the speed of his thrusts increased.

Jacob scowled and winced each time the man's cock stabbed sharply into his rectum.

"Didn't I tell you, Richardson? It ain't so bad, once you get used to it!" Mr. Potter declared.

"And what's more," he added, spitting to the side and scratching his large stomach, "By stuffin' our cocks in the dirty coon's ass-cunt, we're robbin' him of his manhood, slowly but surely. We're fuckin' that stubborn nigger pride right out of him!"

Jacob bit into his arm and tried to block out the white man's words. Richardson, on the other hand, seemed inspired by Mr. Potter's speech, and slammed his body into Jacob's with ever-increasing intensity.

"You see, with bitches it's different," Mr. Potter continued, wiping his brow like a preacher on Sunday morning. "Even white bitches. 'Cause at the end of the day, womenfolk are just naturally docile creatures. Weaker vessels, like the Good Book says. Their bodies were MADE for our pleasure, with those soft tits and juicy cunts. And whether they like it or not, most bitches know they'll have at least one dick up inside 'em 'fore their time's up."

Mr. Potter paused as he noticed Richardson's heavy breathing turn into noisy eager grunts.

"Speakin' of bitches," he digressed. "One of you best use the girl's mouth to get your pole stiff 'fore Richardson blows his load!"

Mr. Snopes stepped forward without hesitation. Pants bunched at his ankles, he pushed his half-flaccid cock between Laney's lips.

Laney was no stranger to the man's shriveled cock. Like most of the female slaves, she'd had it stuffed in her mouth, cunt, and asshole at least a hundred times. In the early days, she'd screamed and sobbed and struggled against the white man's aggressive advances. She'd dreaded his toothless kisses, despised his foul breath, and cringed at his clammy touch. Now, four years later, she took him calmly into her mouth like a well-trained dog doing a trick for the thousandth time.

"That right there's exactly what I'm talkin' about," Mr. Potter continued, pointing at the cock-sucking slave-girl. "These days, we BREED nigger wenches to crave white cock. And even those that don't like it, at least EXPECT it. It's a mighty rare nigger-girl indeed who makes it past her fifteenth birthday without havin' had at least ONE white cock in one of her holes, 'least in these parts of the country. Just like growin' tits, or bleedin' once a month - white men 'tween their legs is just a part of growin' up for 'em."

Mr. Potter rested his hands on his knees, and stared at Jacob just as he might an exhibition in a traveling circus.

"But nigger BUCKS, on the other hand, now they're a different story," he grinned widely. "They EXPECT to be worked near to death in the fields every day. They count on gettin' at least one or two whippin's a year. Most of 'em even get used to havin' their womenfolk dragged away from 'em in the middle of the night for some horny white man's fun. But it never occurs to 'em that one of those nights it might be THEM dragged away from their kinfolk and raped for a white man's amusement!"

Mr. Potter paused to belch in the stable-boy's face.

Jacob squeezed his hands into fists, and fought back the urge to strike the ugly man in the face. Instead, he lowered his head and twisted his body to accommodate Richardson's cock with the least amount of pain possible.

Grinning at the slave's visible discomfort, Mr. Potter continued:

"Bucks might work like mules in the heat from sunrise to sunset, but at least they've got a good hard fuck or two at the end of the day to look forward to. They think the WORST that'll happen is for the white man to use their big ol' cum-loaded donkey dicks for breedin' his wenches. And what nigger's ever been known to turn down pussy?"

Mr. Potter laughed heartily, and looked around the room for confirmation from the other men.

"In fact, fuckin's just about the ONLY thing we leave to niggers that reminds 'em they're still MEN. But it never dawns on 'em that one day some white man might take a fancy to the tight little cunts 'tween those high-ridin' ass-cheeks of theirs!"

Mr. Potter grabbed Jacob's chin and grinned gloatingly in the young man's face.

"Ain't that right, boy?" he taunted, smacking Jacob beneath the chin. "I bet you thought that stinky little shit-hole of yours was just for shittin' and scratchin' and fartin', huh? All those times that big coon dick of yours has been up some slutty nigger bitch's cunt, you never DREAMED that one day YOU'D be the one cryin' and moanin' with your ass-cunt stuffed full of cock, did ya, boy?!?"

Jacob's jaw-muscles rippled and he resisted the temptation to spit in the white man's face, even as his body jerked obscenely back and forth to the rhythm of the cock slamming in and out of his ass.

Mr. Potter gave Jacob another patronizing smack beneath the chin.

"You see, boys, it's the SURPRISE of the whole thing that makes this the perfect punishment. By poundin' his poop-hole into a flabby-loose cunt, we're takin' away the buck's one final shred of manhood. And fixin' things so that he can't NEVER look another white man OR nigger in the face again!"

Jacob bit into his arm to keep from shouting a string of curses. Streams of sweat ran down his forehead and burned his eyes. He wasn't sure what he resented more: the stocky white man's insults, or the burning in his rectum.

He knew he should take Mr. Potter's speech as a challenge. He should defend his manhood to the bitter end, even if it meant his own death.

As his body lurched forward and back, forward and back, just like the dozens of bitches he'd fucked in the very same position (hell, some of them in this very barn!), Jacob spotted a pitchfork resting against the stable wall.

If he timed things just right, he could elbow Richardson in the face, leap off the hay- bale, rush for the pitchfork, and take out at least two or three white men before they had the chance to knock him out or shoot him dead. Either way, he'd be a dead man for sure. But at least he'd go out a hero, and not some pussy-boy coward with the spunk of eight white men swimming around his intestines. His story would be a legend told by slaves over their fires, the one about the nigger who killed crackers with a pitchfork when they stupidly tried to turn him into a squealing little bitch.

Jacob's heart pounded in his chest.

Was he really willing to DIE in defense of his pride? The possibility that he might be dead in a matter of minutes sickened him, and his instinct for self-preservation took over. He wanted to enjoy another good night's sleep, to taste another Christmas feast, to get drunk with his buddies off another jug of dandelion whiskey, to sing and dance and make everybody laugh like he'd done the night of Solomon and Cora's wedding, and of course to fuck as many more women as possible. Wasn't all that worth the surrender of his masculine pride for a few hours?

Besides, he reminded himself with a guilty rush of relief, he couldn't do anything so drastic without placing Laney's life at risk. If he showed even the slightest resistance, they'd snap her neck without a moment's hesitation. His only choice, it seemed, was the submission of his body to the white men's will.

As if sensing Jacob's resignation, Richardson launched into a series of aggressive staccato strokes.

Jacob let out sharp cries of pain, muffled only slightly by the arm-flesh filling his mouth. There was something shamefully familiar about the urgent, heavy breathing of the white man humping his back. Jacob knew all too well what that meant, and was impatient to get it over with.

Seconds later, Jacob felt the sickening sensation of thick slimy fluid squirting into his rectum.

With a shudder and a curse, Richardson spurted several ropes of cum into his very first nigger boy ass. After draining his balls completely, he pulled his cock out of Jacob's asshole and wiped it on the black boy's buttocks, leaving a trail of cum and fecal-slime smeared across their high firm mounds. Averting the other men's eyes, he jerked up his pants and staggered to the side of the room. There he took a flask out of his pocket and proceeded to drain it dry.

Snopes wasted no time taking his fellow overseer's place. Laney's warm dutiful mouth had coaxed his cock to a full erection, and fueled his craving to FUCK....something, ANYTHING. If he couldn't fuck the girl, her brother would have to suffice.

Snopes scrunched up his nose at the stench of cum, shit, and nigger-sweat wafting up from the slave's buttocks.

He poked his yellow cock-stump at Jacob's greasy gaping asshole, and entered him completely with a greedy brutal shove.

Jacob bit into his hand to keep from crying out in pain.

Snopes exhaled with pleasure as he sank his jaundiced stub into the stable-boy's mushy-warm ass. He took an immediate liking to the new sensation, and grinded his hips to push deeper into the young buck's body.

"God-DAMN, that's a nice tight cunt!" the old overseer grunted with a toothless smile. "You sure wasn't kiddin', Potter! I swear this nigger's got a sweeter piece of pussy than his little sis!"

To gain the deepest access possible with his short, stubby cock, Snopes flattened Jacob's body against the hay. With his dick still lodged firmly in the black teen's ass, Snopes lay his whole body on top of Jacob's sweat-soaked back. Nuzzling Jacob's neck, he drilled into the boy's butt with short, insistent thrusts.

Jacob dug his dirty nails into the sides of the hay-bale. His breathing devolved into short, panicked gasps. He tried not to think of the humiliating fact that a cock was taking pleasure from his shit-hole.

But the struggle to forget was useless. Snopes seemed hell-bent on reminding Jacob that he was nothing more than the white man's plaything.

"You got yourself a sweet little ass, you know that, boy?" Snopes grunted as he humped Jacob's butt. "Maybe I should'a been comin' for YOU all those nights, 'stead of your baby sister! Wha'd'ya think about that, boy? You wanna be a white man's full-time pussy-boy?"

Jacob gritted his teeth. Snopes's hot rotting breath panted in Jacob's ears, and his untrimmed whiskers scratched against Jacob's cheeks. The plopping-soupy- slurping sounds of sodomy echoed throughout the stable, much to Jacob's disgust and embarrassment.

Meanwhile, Caleb McGreevey stepped forward to enjoy Laney's mouth.

James recognized him as the Potter overseer who suggested they should whip Jacob to death, no more than two hours earlier. With bushy black eyebrows and a burly build, he looked like a younger, meaner version of his boss. He carried himself with an air of arrogance and authority that led James to guess he was most likely the head overseer on the Potter Plantation.

Laney shrank back when she saw McGreevey's cock. Red and erect and straining toward her lips, it looked to be at least eight inches long and four inches wide. It was longer and fatter than many NIGGER dicks she'd seen, and certainly larger than any WHITE cock she'd ever tried to fit in her mouth.

Laney leaned backward, shaking her head in fearful protest.

"Where the FUCK you runnin' to, bitch?" McGreevey snarled, flashing a devilish grin.

Unfazed by the Negro girl's terror, he grabbed one of her pigtails and yanked her body toward him. Laney cried out in pain as her small naked body stumbled forward on its knees.

"Now maybe you've been spoiled," he snapped, leering down as he whacked his throbbing red monster against the girl's cheeks. "But Sam Potter's niggers know I ain't one for their games. So you can save all that cryin' for a white man that actually gives a fuck, you hear me, you little coal-faced, bug-eyed cunt?!?"

Laney shut her eyes tightly, nodded her head, and braced herself for the attack to come.

McGreevey seized the girl's head and shoved his huge cock in her mouth.

Laney's eyes bulged in fright, and she fought to fit the white man's dick into her mouth.

McGreevey showed no patience, however, and throttled her face with his dick in a rough and rapid-fire assault.

Laney screamed and squirmed to escape, but the scowling white man refused to let go of her head. Her flailing brown arms and strangled cries for mercy only seemed to inspire crueler, violent thrusts.

McGreevey fucked Laney's face like a battering-ram crashing into a vulnerable fortress's walls. The girl choked and sputtered noisily, grasping at the white man's wrists to free her face from his grip.

When McGreevey finally saw bile gushing from the girl's mouth, he chuckled cruelly and freed her to puke on the stable's dirt floor. Laney kneeled with her head to the ground, holding her throat and gasping for air above a small steamy puddle of phlegm.

"Now THAT'S what I like to see!" McGreevey laughed dryly as he stroked his slobber-soaked cock. "Ain't nothin' beats the sight of a pretty little nigger girl, pukin' on a white man's prick!"

With her naked arm, Laney wiped off the string of saliva still dripping from her chin to the stable's dirt floor. Her break lasted only seconds, however, before McGreevey snatched her up by her pigtails and stuffed his cock back in her mouth.

He stabbed the girl's throat like a chain-gang, pounding large spikes in the ground. Holding her face in his hands, he rammed his huge cock down her throat until once again spit and puke poured from the corners of her lips. He laughed with the other men as she sobbed and gasped for air, but only for a few moments before launching another assault.

Jacob listened to every gruesome, awful sound of his little sister's torture as Snopes slobbered in his ear like a rabid dog. He knew it was only a matter of seconds before the old man's hot spunk joined that of the three other white men recently dumped in his guts.

Jacob cringed as the skeletal overseer muttered the same nonsense that Jacob himself had grunted in so many girls' ears as the ecstasy of climax approached:

"Oh, BABY, that ass feels good!" Snopes snorted in Jacob's ear. "C'mon, sweetie, TAKE it! You like that dick, don't you, nigger?!? Tell me you want it, baby. Tell me you want my white cock up your ass!"

Jacob covered his face with his hands and grunted unintelligibly.

"I can't HEAR you, baby!" the old man hissed in his ear. "I want to hear you BEGGIN' me to shoot my baby-juice up your stinky nigger shit-hole!"

Jacob grunted, a little more loudly this time. He was gambling that he could outlast the overseer's climax before submitting to such degrading demands.

The gamble paid off. Seconds later, the foul-breathed overseer bit into Jacob's neck and smashed his hips into the boy's buttocks for a silent, convulsive orgasm.

Jacob's face flushed purple with shame as he felt the old white man's cum gushing into his bowels. He shuddered to think how quickly his once off-limits ass had been turned into a spunk-dump for the men he hated most.

Snopes rolled onto his back at the stable-boy's side, his chest heaving up and down in post-coital bliss.

"That's a good piece of ass you got there, boy," Snopes whispered in Jacob's ear, stroking the young African's twig-littered hair. "You best get used to it, 'cause I aim to have that pussy of yours again, you hear me?"

Snopes noticed McGreevey towering above him, large throbbing cock in hand.

"What the fuck are you love-birds cooin' over?" growled the bushy-browed overseer. "Jesus Christ, Snopes. It's just a NIGGER, not your goddamn wife! Now get the fuck out of my way and let me show the filthy coon what a REAL cock feels like!"

Snopes cursed under his breath as he stood up, pulled on his pants, and stepped to the side of the room.

McGreevey stood behind the bale of hay and grabbed Jacob's legs to pull the boy's body toward him.

"You ready for this big white cock, boy?" McGreevey asked as he smacked and kneaded Jacob's greasy dark buttocks.

Without hesitation, McGreevey rammed his entire cock into Jacob's tight, sperm- coated ass-tunnel.

The sharp, sudden pain was even worse than Jacob had anticipated, and he let out an involuntary scream of agony. It felt like the man was shoving an entire tree- branch up his shit-hole, scraping against his ass-lining and ripping his intestines to shreds.

The sound of the Negro boy's screams only encouraged McGreevey's aggression. Bypassing the typical slow, cautious strokes, he launched immediately into a violent assault on the runaway slave's butt. Like an ax splitting open a tree stump, he threw the entire weight of his body into Jacob's tightened ass-cheeks. His thick veiny cock stretched Jacob's asshole and smashed down the weakened anal walls beyond.

McGreevey made little noise, but he fucked Jacob as if trying to kill him. Richardson and Snopes had fucked Jacob with curiosity and indifference, but McGreevey fucked the boy with a kind of grim, concentrated hatred for the body he was penetrating. Every brutal thrust seemed determined to inflict as much pain as possible.

And it was pain unlike anything Jacob had ever experienced. It took over his body completely, creating a kind of deafening roar that drowned out all thoughts of dignity and defiance.

As the white man's pace grew more brutal, Jacob's gasps turned more desperate. Against Jacob's will, groans of agony began to escape his lips. In no time at all, he was shouting and cursing shamelessly, just like a well-trained whore.

Jacob felt like a man possessed. He knew that his cries showed weakness, both to the white men as well as his sister, but he simply couldn't stifle them any longer. With every deep, demanding plunge of the white man's cock, he let out a savage, desperate yell that was half resentful curse, and half a cry for mercy.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ," Mr. Potter complained. "They're probably hearin' the nigger howlin' all the way in Atlanta!"

Mr. Potter stood directly in front of Jacob. As the stable-hand's pain-stricken face jerked toward him and away, toward him and away, Mr. Potter stroked the boy's wooly hair with a patronizing smile.

"Don't the nigger sound just like one of them circus monkeys, yelpin' and hollerin' like that?" Mr. Potter taunted, slapping Jacob's cheeks and rolling the boy's thick, chapped lips between his fingers. "Sounds like he still ain't satisfied, don't it, boys? I'm thinkin' he needs white cock stuffed in BOTH of his holes!"

Jacob's eyes grew wide with surprise and dread.

"What the hell you boys waitin' for?" Mr. Potter snapped. "You there! Foster! Step up and give the nigger his first taste of a white man's cock!"

The youngest of the Stampley overseers shuffled reluctantly forward, pants bunched at his ankles and half-hard dick in his hand.

For the first time that afternoon, James noticed the young overseer's striking good looks. He had piercing blue eyes, freckles across his nose and high cheekbones, and a shaggy mop of dirty-blonde hair. His body was thin but muscled, and he looked to be no older than 17 or 18 years old. His skin was deeply tanned, with a flush of sunburn-red, and covered in a layer of fuzzy blonde hair. A modest but appealing 6 1/2 inches hung between his slender legs beneath a jungle of sandy-blonde hair.

James relished the contrast of Foster's silky yellow hair and fair sunburned skin with Jacob's nappy, leaf-littered hair and ebony, mud-caked skin. James's dick leapt upward as he anticipated the handsome white teenager's slender golden cock, prying open the black man's thick virgin lips.

Foster frowned as he stepped in front of Jacob. After waiting impatiently for his blowjob from Laney, the substitute of her brother's dry, foul-breathed mouth seemed a severe disappointment.

"I don't mean you no disrespect, Mr. Potter, but I ain't so sure 'bout this," Foster confessed bluntly. "Don't get me wrong. I love gettin' my dick sucked and all, but I ain't never had it sucked by no nigger-boy before. I mean, what if he, you know, BITES me or some shit like that? He ain't been broken in like his little sister!"

"He so much as SCRATCHES your dick with his teeth, I snap his sister's neck, simple as that!" Mr. Potter explained coldly. "You hear that, nigger? Consider that your first and only warning!"

Jacob glared at Mr. Potter as McGreevey bucked into his backside like a drunken bull.

Mr. Potter slapped Foster on the back and pushed him forward.

"There ain't nothin' to it," he assured the hesitant young overseer. "All you gotta do is put your cock in his mouth and pretend that those big nigger lips of his are some tight, wet pussy-walls! Trust me, the boy's mouth'll do the rest!"

Foster frowned skeptically, but rubbed the head of his dick against Jacob's rough, tightly-clenched lips.

Jacob gagged instinctively, and winced from the stench of the white man's unwashed balls.

He couldn't believe this was happening. Just a week ago he would have spit in the face of any man who dared call him a "cocksucker," or predict that one day he'd let a white man fuck him in the mouth.

As Jacob saw it, sucking another man's dick was a fate even WORSE than getting fucked in the ass. The latter demanded only passive surrender. Yes, it was humiliating and painful, but all it required was an endurance of the inevitable.

Sucking another man's cock, on the other hand, insisted on consciousness and cooperation. It demanded action and awareness, a willful sacrifice of one's manhood and open acknowledgement of one's sexual inferiority. Wasn't that precisely why he'd raped Master James's mouth with such vigor and satisfaction just two days earlier? Hadn't he relished the radical role reversal, the victory, however fleeting, that such an act symbolized?

Yet here he was with a white man's dick shoved in his face, about to be fucked in the mouth for the very first time.

Did he really have any choice? Mr. Potter's grim warning still echoed in his ears. If he didn't suck dick, Laney would be murdered before his very eyes. Maybe the white man was bluffing, but was that a risk Jacob was willing to take?

Jacob closed his eyes, took a deep breath, slowly parted his lips, and reluctantly allowed the white man access to his mouth. He wrinkled his nose in disgust as the half-stiff cock slipped past his lips and rested in the cave of his mouth.

It lay on his tongue for only a second before reality struck him with full, humiliating force. He spit the man's cock from his mouth and broke into desperate dry-heaves. He was glad he hadn't eaten since earlier that morning, a fact that spared him the pain and embarrassment of vomiting on the ground beneath him.

"Take it easy, there, boy!" Mr. Potter coached with sadistic amusement. "Just do what comes natural, you hear? Suckin' cock comes real natural to niggers....no different than singin' and dancin' and pickin' cotton."

Jacob glared at Mr. Potter and struggled to suppress his gagging.

"Don't fight the gift God gave you, boy!" Mr. Potter added sarcastically. "But remember to watch those teeth!"

Jacob took a deep breath before placing Foster's dick back between his thick crusty lips. He winced from its foul taste, and fought back the urge to gag again.

Foster shifted his feet nervously, uncertain what to do next. He tentatively placed his right hand on the back of Jacob's neck and slid his cock deeper into the black boy's mouth.

Jacob swallowed his pride and loosened his jaw muscles to accommodate the white man's cock.

As the young overseer pushed his dick slowly in and out of the slave's stiffly open mouth, Jacob noticed how parched his mouth was. His cracked lips scratched the white man's dick, and the inside of his mouth seemed dry and sticky. He strained to produce a mouthful of saliva, but all his reserves seemed drained dry.

"Fuck this," Foster grumbled, yanking his limp dick from Jacob's mouth. "No disrespect, Mr. Potter, but it feels like I'm fuckin' a pile of goddamn ROCKS!"

"The boy needs a drink of water," James interjected, more out of a selfish desire to watch his slave's punishment continue than any sincere compassion for the young man's obvious thirst.

"I've got a better idea," Mr. Potter grinned wickedly as he unbuttoned his fly and whipped out his cock.

He gripped Jacob's bottom row of teeth and jerked the boy's mouth open wide.

Before Jacob could protest, a geyser of hot piss shot into the back of his throat.

Jacob's throat tightened instinctively, and he tried to pull away, but Mr. Potter's strong grip on his chin held his face firmly in place. He choked and sputtered on the bitter piss splashing the back of his throat. Because he refused to swallow, it rapidly filled his mouth and spilled from the corners of his lips.

"You like the taste of my piss, boy?" Mr. Potter taunted.

He laughed cruelly and sprayed a steady stream of dark-yellow urine across Jacob's nose, teeth, and lips.

"You best not waste another drop, you hear me? 'Less you want every other white man in here pissin' down your throat as well!"

A look of hatred flashed across Jacob's face as the white man drenched him in piss. His body lurched obscenely forward and back as McGreevey continued to fuck his ass. Piss streamed down his face and trickled into the cracks and cuts on his lips.

Jacob forced himself to swallow the hot salty fluid gurgling in the back of his throat. He cringed as he choked down gulp after gulp of Mr. Potter's urine until the forceful stream slowed to a trickle, and then stopped, much to Jacob's relief.

Mr. Potter released his hold on Jacob's chin, leaving it to hang limply open as piss ran down its sides and dripped to the ground beneath.

"That should quench the nigger's thirst," Mr. Potter laughed smugly, stuffing his flaccid cock back in his pants.

"Go ahead and give the coon's mouth another try," he nodded to Foster. "Now that those lips are good and juicy, just like a nice slippery cunt!"

Foster plopped his soft cock between Jacob's fleshy piss-soaked lips. He gasped as it slid easily into the stable-boy's mouth, now warmer and wetter than before. His dick lurched to life, stretching until its stiff red muscle poked against the back of Jacob's throat.

Foster closed his eyes, clutched the back of Jacob's head, and slowly bucked in and out of the Negro boy's mouth. Remembering Mr. Potter's advice, he tried to imagine that the mouth he was fucking belonged to a pretty light-skinned nigger- girl instead of a filthy, coal-black, ape-looking runaway buck.

The tangy flavor of cock and the sour aftertaste of piss came close to making Jacob puke. He allowed the white overseer to shovel in and out of his mouth, but refused any cooperation beyond that. He tried to concentrate on keeping his jaws slack and the back of his throat open.

As Foster grew more comfortable with the idea of fucking a nigger boy's mouth, he pumped between Jacob's lips with increasing enthusiasm. Just as he'd done with so many slave-girls, he pushed his cock as deep into the young man's throat as possible, prompting Jacob to gag noisily. He also smacked Jacob's face and poked his cock obnoxiously into the sides of the stable-boy's cheeks.

Jacob's eyes bulged out in pain as McGreevey's cock plunged into his rectum, but the dick lodged firmly in his mouth muffled his noisy moans. Impaled by white dick at both ends, Jacob felt like a Christmas hog, roasting on a sharp iron spit.

James marveled at how easily Mr. Potter had turned a handsome, bitch-fucking buck like Jacob into a cock-sucking pussy-boy. Just a little bit of force and a threat to the sister he loved, and there he was, gagging on another man's cock!

"C'mon now, nigger, my Grandma's rotting cunt's got more energy than that!" Mr. Potter complained. "Don't just TAKE the boy's dick, SUCK it!"

Jacob glared at Mr. Potter as he grasped Foster's cock with his hand and flickered his tongue against its large mushroom head. Taking it into his mouth, he bobbed up and down with stiff, awkward slurps. When he needed a break for air, he licked up and down the length of Foster's shaft.

"Suck the boy's balls!" Mr. Potter ordered, relishing the stable-boy's obvious humiliation.

Jacob nuzzled the young overseer's musky-smelling balls. He took them into his mouth and coated them with his hot breath and piss-flavored spit. Foster sighed hoarsely with pleasure, which only intensified Jacob's shame and self-loathing.

James wasn't sure what turned him on more: the sight of his stable-boy's reluctant first blowjob, or the view of the young overseer's pale, freckled butt-muscles, tightening and relaxing with each eager thrust.

"You ain't too bad for a beginner," Mr. Potter chuckled. "But I think little sis could teach you a lesson or two."

Mr. Potter motioned for Laney to join her big brother in front of the white overseer's cock. She froze as if in shock, but eventually shuffled forward on her skinny, scuffed-up knees to crouch beside her brother's dick-impaled face.

"Go ahead, sweetie, show him how it's done!" Mr. Potter commanded, pushing Laney's face closer to her brother's mouth.

Laney's small lips rubbed awkwardly along the side of Foster's slobber-wet shaft, nearly kissing her brother's lips that still sucked on the man's cock. Uncertain what to do next, she gently licked the overseer's balls while her brother continued his clumsy shut-eyed bobbing.

"Don't be so greedy, boy!" Mr. Potter scolded with a smirk. "I know that's some tasty white dick, but let your sister have a turn!"

Jacob released Foster's dick with a loud popping noise. It sprung toward the stable's roof as spit-suds ran down its red veiny sides. Jacob glared with embarrassment at the ground, doing his best to avoid his little sister's eyes.

Laney gripped Foster's cock in her hand and licked slowly along its underside, squinting with disgust as she tasted her brother's spit. Closing her eyes, she took the muscle into her mouth and sucked with slow, sensual strokes.

Clearly turned on by this new arrangement, Foster tugged on Jacob's chin for the boy to tongue his balls. Jacob sullenly obeyed, darting his tongue at the low- dangling balls as his face collided with Laney's drool-soaked chin. His sister's hot breath hit him full in the face, and the slurping sounds of her wet lips on the white man's pole echoed irritably in his ears.

Foster savored the thrill of staring down at two nigger siblings, forced to worship his cock. He slipped his dick out of the young girl's mouth, and shoved it into the boy's.

Jacob winced at the taste of his little sister's saliva, but dutifully took the cock into his mouth without protest. He imitated Laney's slow, deep sucking as much as he was able to without gagging. At the same time, Laney lapped at the white man's balls with poorly faked enthusiasm.

Meanwhile, McGreevey pounded Jacob's asshole with noisy grunts. Jacob's manhood swung softly and heavily between his legs, smacking against his stomach with each helpless lurch forward.

Foster's breathing grew heavier and his thrusts more insistent. He switched between the siblings' mouths with quick, greedy plunges, jabbing his cock into their spit- shiny lips like a child playing with two new toys.

Suddenly, Foster pushed Jacob's head off his dick just seconds before a rope of slimy-thick cum splattered across Jacob's mortified face. He jerked his dick to the side so that a second spurt of man-juice caught the side of Laney's nose and slid down her face. A third eruption splashed in Jacob's left eye, and the last shot landed on one of Laney's pigtails.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Potter, I ain't mean to bust so soon!" Foster apologized as he stumbled sheepishly backward from his explosive orgasm. "I ain't mean to shoot 'fore fuckin' the nigger, I swear to God I didn't!"

"Don't worry, son," Mr. Potter laughed, slapping the teenage overseer on the back. "Endurance comes with age, my boy, endurance comes with age. But damn if you didn't cover them niggers' faces with a nice pretty coating of white-boy baby- slime!"

"Yeah, I reckon I did," Foster grinned.

The white men stood gloating over the brother and sister's sullen, sperm-soaked faces.

"Wha'd'ya think, Little Jimmy?" Mr. Potter smiled over his shoulder at James. "Ain't that a sight to see? I bet those Yankee friends of yours never prepared you for nothin' like this!"

James nodded distractedly. There was no denying the taboo scene's appeal. If any of his Abolitionist friends HAD described such a lurid image, James certainly would have found it appalling.

But moral outrage in the abstract is easy, James realized. Seeing such "horrors" in the flesh was another thing altogether. Standing there on this humid afternoon, just a few feet from the naked, cum-splattered bodies of a handsome Negro buck and his pretty little sister, James was breathlessly aroused, and anxious to see more. How could any mere mortal resist the temptation of such beautiful dark bodies, completely at one's mercy?

"Wha'd'ya say we make 'em lick each other clean?" Mr. Potter suggested.

James's eyes lit up, and he nodded his eager assent.

Jacob and Laney stared at the ground with hopeless, glazed-over eyes.

"You heard me right," Mr. Potter snapped. "Lick that nasty cum-slop off each other's faces, and not a drop of it better be wasted!"

Laney glanced hesitantly at her brother. Splotches of milky-white cum clung to his forehead, oozed down his nose, and dripped from his thick sealed lips. She scowled at Mr. Potter as she leaned into Jacob's face and slowly licked the cum off his forehead.

Meanwhile, McGreevey's eyes grew wild and his large, hairy balls slapped noisily against the back of Jacob's thighs. The volume of his grunts and vulgarity of his curses hinted at an impending climax.

As Jacob's cries of pain grew louder, Laney cradled his face in her hands with surprising tenderness. Like a midwife comforting a woman in labor, she kissed her brother's cum-sticky mouth and muffled his howls of pain with her lips. She caressed his cheeks and whispered soothing words in his ear. Like a mother cat bathing its kittens, she lapped up the quickly-cooling cum from his eyebrows, nose, and chin.

Tears welled up in Jacob's eyes. In this darkest of hours, perhaps one of his last, he was comforted by the touch of someone who still loved him, even though she had every reason not to. Just when his spirit seemed broken, this caring touch, a touch untainted by lust or cruelty, meant everything in the world to him.

Jacob tried to return the favor with equal calm, but the first tangy taste of the overseer's spunk set off a fit of convulsive gagging. Jacob felt like he was eating snot, and proceeded to dry-retch numerous times as he licked off the cum from his sister's brown skin.

As he gulped down the last disgusting drop, Jacob felt McGreevey's manhood expanding inside his ass-tunnel. He closed his eyes tightly and prayed that the end was near.

The red-faced overseer hurled his body into Jacob's like a madman in the midst of a seizure.

"Fuck you," McGreevey hissed, burying his cock deeply so that his bushy black pubes smashed into the stable-boy's ass-bone.

"FUCK you!" he repeated with even greater venom. "You dirty cocksucking nigger- monkey whore!"

With a deep, triumphant growl, McGreevey plunged his cock to the hilt and unleashed his scalding fluids into Jacob's aching bowels. He shouted a stream of vile curses as he drained the last drop from his heavy, hairy balls.

McGreevey jerked his cock out of Jacob's butt with a noisy-wet "plop," eliciting a final gasp of pain from Jacob. As he yanked up his pants, he spat on the black boy's left butt-cheek as a derisive final farewell.

Jacob was too sore and exhausted to care. His battered asshole gaped grotesquely wide-open, as if begging for another assault. Hot fluid leaked from his butt. An explosive, involuntary fart sprayed cum-juice and shit-slime in all directions, much to Jacob's helpless embarrassment.

But Jacob's punishment was far from over.

For the next half-hour, the remaining overseers enjoyed THEIR turns riding the stable-boy's ass, and eventually added their steamy loads to the cum-soup in Jacob's rectum.

The other overseers lay lazily around the barn, smoking and drinking and laughing at the runaway slave's ongoing humiliation.

When this first round was finished, Mr. Potter noticed the young nigger boy kneeling in the back of the stable with his dirty pants pushed to his knees.

"Well, well, well, look what we have here!" Mr. Potter grinned, nodding in Elijah's direction. "I'd gone and plumb done forgot about your nigger boy, Little Jimmy!"

Elijah stumbled to his feet, struggling to pull up his pants. Realizing that all eyes were suddenly on him, he froze and looked at the ground.

"Come a little closer, boy," Mr. Potter urged calmly.

Elijah stepped shyly forward. His heart pounded furiously in his chest, just as it had that first night in Master James's bedroom. He feared that he might be punished in the same way as Laney's brother.

"Don't worry, boy, you ain't got nothin' to be scared of," Mr. Potter assured him in a gentle fatherly voice. "You ain't the one bein' punished here, so there's nothin' for you to worry about."

Looking back at James, he asked:

"Now tell me again why this little nigger was with you? Somethin' 'bout stealin' tomatoes?"

He winked playfully at James, and Snopes stifled a drunken giggle.

James blushed and nodded uneasily. Elijah's mouth hung open as if poised to protest.

"Well, never mind that!" Mr. Potter stated, waving his arm dismissively. "Today we've got bigger fish to fry."

He nodded toward Jacob, who still lay sprawled on the bale of hay. Laney sat on the stable's dirt floor, her skinny brown legs spread apart.

Mr. Potter looked back at Elijah.

"What's your name, boy?" he asked gruffly.

"Elijah, suh," the boy mumbled in a raspy, adolescent voice.

As Elijah shuffled his feet nervously, his hard teenage cock made a comical bulge in the front of his loose cotton pants.

"Well, Elijah, let me ask you," Mr. Potter stated bluntly. "Do you enjoy watchin' nigger boys get fucked in the ass?"

Elijah blushed a deep purple. He felt the eyes of the other white men burrowing holes right through him. But far worse to his mind were the eyes he dared not meet, those of the girl he longed to impress.

"I....um....uh....no, suh, it ain't like that, suh," Elijah stuttered.

"Oh, it ain't?" Mr. Potter chuckled, downing a sip from his flask and wiping his mouth on his sleeve.

"Here's the reason I'm askin'. It ain't been hardly a minute since I seen you pullin' on that snake 'tween your legs like a nigger wench milkin' a cow. Now was I just imaginin' things, boy?"

Elijah stared at the ground and dug his toe anxiously into the dirt at his feet.

"No, suh," he mumbled, wondering gloomily how a day starting off with such hope could end up going so terribly wrong.

"Now I ain't no scholar like your Master James," Mr. Potter smirked, "but when I see a nigger boy milkin' his cock, I get the idea that he likes whatever it is he's lookin' at. So I'm gonna ask you again. You like watchin' white men fuck nigger boys in the ass?"

Elijah fidgeted, uncertain how to reply.

He thought of how much he'd enjoyed his own little brother's butt. He remembered how he'd jerked off while feeling up his best friend's ass in the middle of the night. He recalled the warmth and tightness of the mulatto houseboy's shit-hole that he'd eagerly fucked that morning.

Elijah folded his arms and shrugged his shoulders.

"No, suh....I mean....well, I don't think so, suh....I mean, I don't WANT to, suh....I was just....I reckon I don't know, suh."

Mr. Potter laughed out loud, much to Elijah's bewilderment.

Mr. Potter stepped back to stand beside James, and lowered his voice so that only James could hear.

"Hot DAMN, Little Jimmy, I've gotta hand it to you," Mr. Potter whispered, patting the younger man on the back.

"You've mind-fucked that little nigger worse than I'd have guessed, at least for the short time you've had him. Nigger-lovin' Yankee, my ASS! You've fuckin' corrupted that kid like a born and bred slave-owner! The poor little pickaninny don't know which way is up no more, thanks to you! Maybe I should be learnin' from YOU, Little Jimmy, 'stead of the other way around."

James felt queasy all of a sudden. It unsettled him to hear a sadist like Mr. Potter congratulating him as a co-conspirator in the corruption of the Negro race.

But wasn't the man speaking the truth? In less than a month, James had taken an innocent slave boy, a stranger to the world of male-on-male sex, and transformed him into an insatiable sex-hound with an obvious preference for sodomy.

But wasn't that a huge part of slavery's appeal for him? The power it gave him to pluck out some cute random nigger boy, deflower him against his will, and then rape him over and over until the boy's very identity was totally, irreversibly perverted?

There was a wicked part of him that longed to watch the corruption continue, regardless of the cost to Elijah's health, sanity, and happiness.

"You mind if I have a little bit of fun with the nigger?" Mr. Potter asked.

James cocked his head, startled.

"Jesus Christ, no, nothin' like that!" Mr. Potter laughed. "I'm just curious to see how messed up the kid really is."

James nodded weakly. He felt protective of Elijah, but also curious to see where Mr. Potter was going with this.

"Take off your clothes, boy!" Mr. Potter instructed.

Elijah arched his eyebrows. He was already feeling self-conscious enough, surrounded by hostile eyes. Surely he wasn't going to have to STRIP for the audience of white men....not to mention in front of Laney!

"You're tryin' my patience," Mr. Potter warned. "Now get your scrawny ass out of them rags 'fore I rip 'em off your black hide myself!"

Elijah shot James a helpless, pleading look, but the white man just nodded grimly for Elijah to obey.

Elijah stared sullenly at the ground and slowly unbuttoned his scratchy cotton shirt. He tugged his skinny smooth arms through its sleeves and tossed it to the side. His flat teenage chest, protruding ribcage, and shiny chocolate skin contrasted sharply with the pale muscular builds of the well-fed white men watching him as he stripped.

Elijah hesitated, but Mr. Potter nodded sternly for him to continue.

With an embarrassed smile, Elijah reluctantly pushed his pants to the ground and quickly covered his crotch with both hands.

"You obviously ain't never been up for auction," Mr. Potter observed. "So here's a word of advice, boy. When a white man tells you to strip, ALWAYS let him see the goods 'tween your legs, you hear me?"

"Yessuh," Elijah mumbled.

He pried away his hands to expose the thick dark cock hanging heavily between his legs. He shivered, more out of nervousness than any actual chill in the air.

A few of the overseers whistled drunkenly, impressed by the size of a boy so young.

Looking Elijah up and down, Mr. Potter leaned in and whispered to James:

"He's a handsome little nigger, I'll give you that. Snopes sure knows how to pick 'em, don't he? Hell, I'd dig my cock up that cute little butt if you'd let me!"

James's stomach lurched with jealousy, and he shot Mr. Potter a cold look.

"Calm down, Little Jimmy, I'm only fuckin' with you," Mr. Potter laughed.

He turned his attention to the naked, trembling slave boy.

"How old are you, boy?" Mr. Potter asked.

"I'se fourteen, suh," Elijah's voice cracked in reply.

"Fourteen, huh?" Mr. Potter responded. "Well, for only fourteen, that's a mighty promisin' dick you've got hangin' 'tween those skinny little legs of yours. You know that, boy?"

Elijah shifted his weight uneasily from one leg to the other, uncertain how to respond.

"Th....Thank you, suh?" Elijah gambled.

"Shit, boy, if you was one of MY niggers, I'd be usin' you for breedin' already," Mr. Potter declared with a slightly intoxicated slur of his words.

"Those big ol' balls of yours could probably spit out at least a good six dozen fresh pickaninnies a year! But only if you know how to USE that gift the Good Lord placed 'tween your legs. You know how to USE that snake of yours, boy?"

Elijah scratched his head nervously.

"Let me ask you this. You fuck a lot of girls?" Mr. Potter asked bluntly.

Elijah stared at the ground and shrugged his shoulders.

"I know you nigger boys lose count even 'fore you've sprouted hair on your balls, but give me a rough idea. Thirty? Twenty? A dozen?"

Elijah bit into his bottom lip, painfully aware of Laney's presence in the room.

"I....I ain't never been with a girl before, suh," Elijah confessed sheepishly.

Mr. Potter dropped his jaw in mock amazement.

"Well, I'll be damned!" he exclaimed, slapping his knees with laughter. "You hear that, boys? There's such a thing as a nigger boy who ain't already wet his dick in every pussy on the plantation!"

The other men laughed as they puffed on their smokes and swilled from their flasks.

Elijah scowled with resentment at being turned into the butt of their joke.

"Alright, then, so you're a virgin to pussy," Mr. Potter stated in a voice still hoarse from laughter. "But what about ASS? You ever enjoyed yourself a good ride in another nigger's shit-hole? And don't you lie to me, boy."

Elijah glanced guiltily at Laney. To his surprise, the girl seemed barely to be paying attention. Her chin rested against her chest, and her eyes looked almost lifeless. Elijah wasn't sure if he should be hurt or relieved by Laney's indifference.

"I....I'se done....THAT....a couple of times, I guess," Elijah confessed with obvious embarrassment.

The overseers chortled with amusement.

"I ain't WANT to do it, though!" Elijah blurted out defensively.

"And how'd you like it?" Mr. Potter persisted obnoxiously. "You like the feelin' of a boy's shit-hole, squeezin' real tight on your pole?"

Elijah squirmed uncomfortably, and prayed to God his dick wouldn't get hard.

"It....it was kinda weird-feelin'," Elijah shrugged. "But it's all right, I 'spose."

"Well, I'll tell you what, Elijah, today's your lucky day," Mr. Potter said playfully. "You seem like a nice kid. Well-behaved and respectful, unlike our stable-monkey over there. So I'll give you a choice."

The stable grew quiet with the exception of some birds playing in the rafters.

"You can fuck either the girl or her brother," Mr. Potter explained calmly. "But only one of them. It's up to you."

Mr. Potter folded his arms and winked at James.

"It don't really matter none to me," he shrugged. "Either way, the stable-nigger ain't gonna like it."

So THIS was the man's ploy to measure the slave-boy's corruption.

James had to admit it was a cruel but clever plan to torment the teenage boy. Mr. Potter was pitting Elijah's natural instinct toward pussy against his newly acquired craving for ass, and James was eager to see which would win out.

Elijah's mind did dizzying somersaults as it contemplated such an unexpected proposition.

What was there to debate?!? Hadn't he lusted after Laney's body for as long as he could remember, even before he knew what "fucking" meant? Of course he'd always been too shy to make anything happen, and his clumsy attempts at courtship were pathetic competition against the natural charm and confidence of boys like Lil Rooster. This was his chance to experience what other boys had bragged about for years!

Laney was a pretty girl, there was no doubt about it. Elijah glanced at her naked body, sprawled on the stable's dirt floor. He stared at her tiny, pert breasts and imagined squeezing them beneath his fingers. He wondered how her warm, naked skin would feel pressed against his own. He lowered his eyes to the fuzzy patch between her legs, and imagined parting its mysteries with his cock. Why was he hesitating? Even Laney's own BROTHER had jumped at the first opportunity to fuck her!

But it wasn't supposed to be like THIS, Elijah thought bitterly. Laney was his FRIEND. The girl he'd dreamed of marrying one day. Their first time together should be tender and sweet, not raped against her will while a crowd of drooling white men drunkenly cheered them on.

Besides, Elijah reflected guiltily, he already knew for a fact that he liked ass- fucking. Everything else aside, didn't it make the most sense to choose a confirmed pleasure over the intimidating unknown?

Elijah glanced nervously at the stable-boy's dark, hilly buttocks. He thought of the wet plopping fuck-sounds that had filled the stable air for most of the afternoon. He had to admit, the idea of fucking an older, stronger boy excited him. A kind of payback for all the niggers who'd bullied him growing up.

But would Laney be able to forgive him for fucking her helpless brother? He hoped she'd understand that his choice was she or Jacob, and surely his fucking her brother was preferable to him raping HER!

"I....I don't know," Elijah stuttered. "I don't want to hurt nobody, suh."

"Awwwwww, that's really fuckin' sweet of you," Mr. Potter mocked. "I'm sure they 'preciate the sentiment and all, but I don't recall givin' you that choice. So make up your mind 'fore I come over there and fuck you myself!"

Elijah flinched from the white man's threat.

"Okay, okay," he blurted out. "I....I guess I'll....you know....put it in her brother."

Elijah hung his head in shame.

Mr. Potter grinned victoriously.

James breathed a sigh of relief, and looked forward to the show to come.

"Interesting choice....interesting choice indeed," Mr. Potter chuckled. "Well, we ain't got all day. Show us what you can do with that big ol' man-cock of yours!"

Elijah glanced sheepishly at Laney as he walked over to Jacob's dark greasy butt- melons. He tugged nervously on his dick, which sprang to its full nine inches at the sight of the stable-boy's buttocks.

Elijah looked anxiously at James, who eagerly nodded for him to continue.

Elijah clumsily poked his cock against the gaping, cum-soaked entrance to the dark squishy cavern it craved. With an awkward, enthusiastic thrust, it slipped into the older boy's ass-tunnel with surprising ease.

Jacob yelled at the top of his lungs and clung fiercely to the sides of the hay-bale. Elijah's cock was by far the biggest he'd taken that day, and seemed to drag the skin of Jacob's intestines to painfully new depths of his body.

Jacob panted in short panicked gasps as he endured the ghastly pain. It was humiliating enough, being face-fucked and ass-raped by a bunch of horny white men. But this was an all-time low. Being fucked in the ass by some greasy-skinned, wet-behind-the-ears little nigger with a dick even bigger than his own. He wondered if the boy would go home that night and brag to his buddies about turning Jacob into his bitch.

Elijah closed his eyes and savored the warm-wet squeeze of the stable-boy's asshole. He knew that just a month ago the very idea of this would have repulsed him. What kind of boy in his right mind would WANT to put his dick up a boy's smelly, shitty butt-hole?

But there he was, shoving his cock up another boy's butt like he'd been doing such things all his life. And not only that, he was ENJOYING it! In that moment, fucking the older boy's ass seemed like the sweetest pleasure on Earth. Nothing he could think of came close.

Elijah raised his ass high in the air and plunged into Jacob's rectum with deeper, more confident thrusts. He bit his bottom lip as sweat poured down his face and dripped onto the stable-boy's back.

James watched Elijah's buttocks rise high in the air before every downward thrust, ogling the slave boy's ass as if seeing it for the first time. He marveled at its high- sloping curves, its smooth, sweat-shiny skin, and firm, adolescent muscles.

It seemed like years since he'd tasted its exquisite pleasures. Like a thirsty desert traveler stooping to drink, James fell to his knees and buried his face between Elijah's sweat-sticky buttocks.

Elijah looked over his shoulder in surprise and annoyance.

The overseers let out a groan of disgust as they watched the Yankee bend over to lick a dirty nigger boy's butt-hole just as they might have licked a fresh pussy.

But James was oblivious to their groans. He clutched Elijah's ass-mounds greedily in both hands, and nuzzled his nose into the boy's moist tiny pucker. He closed his eyes and inhaled the thick pungent smell of the Negro boy's sweaty hole. Intoxicated by the odor, James lapped hungrily at the sweet wrinkled circle sealed tightly against invasion.

Elijah let out a raspy cry of pleasure as James's soft wet tongue circled the tight ring of his asshole. The sensation provided a thrilling accompaniment to the already- intense pleasure of butt-fucking, and he raised his ass to push the man's tongue deeper into his hole.

As James feasted on Elijah's sweet funky butt-hole, he suddenly felt a desire to possess his slave's body AND his slave's mind. He wanted Elijah to KNOW James was the reason he'd chosen ass over pussy. He wanted to leave no doubt in Elijah's mind about who still had the power to alter and control his life.

James dislodged his face from Elijah's ass, stumbled to his feet, and pushed his pants to the ground. He spat on the boy's pucker as his cock strained hungrily toward it. Then he spat into his hand, rubbed it up and down his shaft, and pushed the head of his cock against the fiercely resistant opening. Eventually it collapsed from the pressure and swallowed his entire cock.

The overseers gasped in a chorus of surprise, and shot each other knowing smirks.

James sighed as he sank his cock deep in the Negro boy's ass. He bent Elijah over to create a clumsy, precarious sandwich of sweaty human flesh. James grinded his hips into Elijah's split-open bubble-butt with slow, churning circles. At the same time, Elijah's eager black warrior speared Jacob's ass-mounds repeatedly in two.

Elijah squirmed to accommodate the white man's sharp prick, and strained to focus only on the pleasure engulfing his cock. Much to Elijah's surprise, his efforts seemed to work. The pain in his rectum dulled into a kind of deep, pulsing pleasure, similar to taking a long, pleasant shit. He bit his bottom lip to keep himself from moaning, lest James and the other white men should get the wrong idea.

James nuzzled Elijah's neck and fucked with wild abandon. He clutched the boy's face with both hands, sloppily caressing its cheeks and nose and lips as he grunted in his ears.

"I love you," James gasped, tonguing the boy's neck.

Elijah cringed at the man's words, and jerked his head away from the fingers carelessly groping his face.

"Just....remember...." James whispered between downward thrusts, quietly enough that only Elijah could hear. "Every....ass.... you fuck....is one I LET you fuck!"

Elijah ignored the man's words, concentrating on his own pleasure as his balls churned hotly for release.

"And YOUR ass," James grunted, licking Elijah's ear, "is MINE....and MINE ONLY, you hear me?!?....And don't...."

James slammed his cock into Elijah's ass until only his pubes were visible.

"....you ever...."

James stabbed Elijah's guts with full force.

"....forget it!"

As James hissed these words, he squeezed out his final drops of cum directly into the Negro boy's rectum.

At the same exact time, Elijah flooded Jacob's bowels with his hot, runny cum. He then collapsed sweaty and panting against the stable-boy's tense muscled back.

Jacob winced as Elijah's cum gushed into his body and burned his insides.

"Motherfuckin' Christ, I've done seen it all!" Mr. Potter laughed, holding up his flask as if making a triumphant toast.

James climbed off Elijah in a daze. Smiling sheepishly at Mr. Potter, he pulled up his pants and helped Elijah slide off of Jacob.

Elijah felt dizzy as James helped him back into his clothes. As the euphoria of orgasm wore off, it was quickly replaced with a rush of hot, throbbing shame. And what was that James had slobbered in his ear? Did it affect in any way the search for Elijah's father? Like a drunk waking up with a wretched hangover, Elijah sluggishly strove to make sense of the day's events.

James finally released Elijah to return home, but promised to summon him again soon.

Jacob and Laney, however, weren't quite as lucky.

Their torture continued until well past sunset.

The overseers threw Laney on her back, kicked open her legs, and took turns raping her while Jacob was forced to watch.

As one man split open her cunt, another man sat on her face, stuffing her mouth with his cock, or smearing his asshole across her nose, lips, and tongue. As they did this, a couple other men would grope her small tits with their hands.

When the men grew bored with Laney's stretched-open cunt, they flipped her on her stomach and fucked her pretty brown ass.

The men not fucking Laney were happy to use her brother as a substitute. When they'd each fucked Jacob's mouth and ass another two or three times, dumping their loads in his rectum or splattering them across his face, they grew eager to defile the stable-boy in incrementally crueler ways.

They scooped their own semen, fresh and steamy, right out of Laney's cunt, and forced him to lick it off their fingers.

They also dug out their spunk, warm and slimy, right out of Jacob's own ass, and shoveled it into his mouth.

Laughing raucously, they took turns bending over in front of Jacob's face, and ordered him to lick out their shit-holes.

When they'd bust too many nuts to even get hard, they shoved blunt objects up Jacob's raw shredded asshole. The ends of cigars, the necks of their liquor-bottles, and the handles of whips: anything they could find to inflict new pain on their victim.

McGreevey even jammed a loaded pistol up Jacob's ass, and in a drunken tantrum he threatened to fire it, before Mr. Potter talked him down.

They did the same thing to Laney, ramming blunt objects up her small brown butt. Then they'd shove them in Jacob's mouth, forcing him to taste his own little sister's ass-juices.

One of the men even suggested they bring in a couple of Mr. Potter's hounds, to fuck the brother and sister. But by that point they were all too drunk to see the idea through to completion.

James refused to participate in such sadistic debauchery, but he nevertheless sat back and watched it all without protest. Just a few hours earlier, he surely would have been sickened by such shocking, amoral acts. He would have called such behavior a crime against humanity, and fired every single man involved.

But the afternoon was littered with too many small surrenders of conscience. They weighed on his will and chipped away at his moral resolve. Not enough so that he joined in, but enough to keep his dick hard for the bulk of the evening, undeniably excited by the suffering of others.

By the time Mr. Potter declared that the punishment was officially over, three of the overseers were already passed out.

Laney slumped unconscious from the pain of her injuries, her lips and cunt swollen and her body covered in cum.

Jacob lay limply across the bale of hay. His lips were cracked and puffy, and streaks of dried piss and cum plastered his haggard face.

The pitchfork from the corner of the room now jutted into the air out of his butt, like a victory flag planted in a conquered enemy's soil. Its blunt end now plugged his swollen asshole and mocked his earlier dreams of heroic defiance.

For the first time in the last four years, Jacob sympathized with his mother's suicide.

With the help of smelling salts, Mr. Potter woke Laney up and freed her to return to the slave quarters. There, Cora (Solomon's wife) dressed Laney's wounds and cradled the weeping girl to sleep in her arms.

Mr. Potter dragged Jacob to the smokehouse, where he shackled the runaway slave to its stone walls.

The other men dispersed, riding home to their families or returning to the overseer's quarters.

James stumbled home through the darkness of night. He ordered Abel to draw him a bath, after which he ate a late supper with hard liquor instead of wine.

James retired to the verandah, where he nursed a tall bottle late into the moonlit night. His dull but contented life as a schoolteacher in Boston now seemed like a blurry memory from another time, another life.

While making his late-night rounds, Abel stumbled across his new Master - unconscious and reeking of liquor, sprawled on the front porch floor.

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The Adventures of Stampley Plantation - Chapter 11