The Adventures of Stampley Plantation
By WannabeWhitman (Mm, mm, 1st, hist, interr, nc, reluc)
NOTE TO READERS: This is an ongoing series involving slavery in the antebellum
South, 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
distasteful and offensive 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.
Much of the eroticism is based on story and character development. Details in one
chapter might not find their erotic climax until several chapters later. For maximum
enjoyment, I strongly recommend reading all chapters, and each chapter in its entirety.
Any and all feedback is welcome and desired! I would love to hear advice on how my
writing might improve, characters or scenes you particularly enjoy, suggestions for
future characters or storylines, stories and fantasies of your own, and anything else
you might want to share. E-mail me at WannabeWhitman@yahoo.com.
Chapter 8: The Plantation Puppeteer
Two days earlier....
Elijah and Thad stumbled out of the Big House like newborn calves struggling to
stand on wobbling legs. Neither boy spoke a word as they walked toward the slave
cabins. They were stunned and shamed by what they'd just suffered at the hands of
their new Master, and their youth and innocence left them tragically unprepared to
process such troubling emotions. The peace and quiet of a normal sunny afternoon
presented a sharp contrast to the dark depravities they'd just endured, and the
cheerful sounds of birds chirping and leaves rustling in the wind seemed to mock
their disturbed states of mind.
Elijah had left the Big House with a heavy heart on many afternoons, but today his
shame and sadness was far more severe than usual. Before today, he'd always felt
dirty and disgusted on his hikes back to the slave cabins after being molested by
Master James. But at least on those days he could find comfort in the fact that his
shame was SOLITARY, something private and detached that he could suffer
ALONE, separate from his ordinary life in the slave quarters.
But Master James had spoiled all that by dragging Elijah's little brother into one of
their encounters. Elijah winced as he recalled his helplessness and humiliation while
Master James groped, fingered, and raped him in front of the horrified Thad. He
fought back tears as he realized that his role as the strong, perfect, admired older
brother had probably been forever ruined in Thad's mind by the image of Elijah on
all fours, having a white man's dick shoved in his shit-hole while he called himself
the degrading names he knew Master James wanted to hear.
But that had been only half of the morning's nightmare. Elijah's most intense
shame came from the fact that he'd cooperated in Thad's corruption, obeying the
Master's orders to kiss, grope, finger, and fuck his own innocent little brother. Not
only that, but something deep down inside had caused him to take PLEASURE in
raping his younger brother, bucking into Thad like a wild horse and shooting his
juices deep into his brother's bony little butt.
Elijah cringed as the memories of Thad's tears and screams echoed in his mind. He
knew his brother's screams were only partly due to the pain caused by having his
asshole ripped open for the very first time; they were also screams of
disillusionment and betrayal. Thad had looked to him for leadership and protection.
Thad had probably hoped Elijah would spit in the mean Master's face and rescue
him from such a horrible fate, running far, far away from the evils of Stampley
Plantation. When Elijah failed to do that, Thad had at least trusted Elijah's
promises to be gentle and caring, and surrendered for the sake of earning a reunion
with a father he could probably barely remember. But possessed by some demon of
desire, Elijah had enjoyed Thad's body as enthusiastically and selfishly as Master
James had enjoyed Elijah's own body so many nights before.
Elijah's shame could no longer be solitary. It would now overshadow every look,
every conversation, every memory between he and Thad, standing as a constant
source of tension, distrust, and distance between them. Even if Thad could forgive
him, things would never be the same again.
As the two boys stumbled their way in a gloomy daze toward the slave quarters,
Elijah glanced nervously at Thad. The younger boy stared sullenly at the ground.
Elijah noticed there were still tearstains on Thad's toffee-colored cheeks, and some
of Master James's dried spunk still caked in his hair. Instead of skipping playfully
across the grass, Thad dragged his feet sluggishly and aimlessly forward, like a
drunken man seeking solitude and shelter. In the place of his usual beaming smile,
there was a look of troubled seriousness far beyond his ten years of age.
"You....you alright, Thad?" Elijah asked gently.
Thad's head jerked up, startled by his brother's voice. He mumbled something
Elijah couldn't understand.
"You wanna use the outhouse?" Elijah asked kindly, thinking of the urge he usually
felt to get rid of the Master's spunk after his ordeals in the Big House. Only this
time, Elijah thought guiltily, the juices Thad needed to expel were Elijah's own.
Thad looked embarrassed and irritated, but nodded in assent. As soon as they
reached the outhouses on the southern edge of the slave cabins, Thad dashed into
the nearest shack.
Elijah leaned against a nearby tree while he waited for Thad to finish. Now that he
was back in the familiar environment of his everyday life, and aware of the stench
coming from the nearby outhouses, he felt disbelief and disgust that he'd found his
little brother's bottom even remotely tempting in a sexual way. In broad daylight,
away from Master James's oppressive presence, Elijah found the idea of putting his
fingers and dick in Thad's shit-hole to be gross and unnatural.
Maybe the new Master was some kind of white conjure-man who'd put a spell on
him. How else could Elijah explain that morning's sudden desire to mount his little
brother's ass the way he'd seen Jacob mounting Sophy that afternoon in the barn?
Several minutes later, Thad exited the outhouse, avoiding eye contact with his older
"Follow me, Thad," Elijah said. "I'll show you the secret spot where I always wash
up after....after bein' with Massuh James."
He led his little brother through the woods until they reached the spot in the creek
where none of the other slave children ever swam or fished.
"This be the best place to wash up without nobody disturbin' you," Elijah
Thad nodded listlessly, like a boy in the midst of sleepwalking. He stood staring
blankly at the creek in front of him, hesitating to remove his clothes.
"Well, hurry up, now!" Elijah urged impatiently, hurriedly unbuttoning his shirt.
"We ain't got all day, Thad. We gotta be back 'fore Mama get home."
Thad shot his older brother a suspicious look, then slowly unbuttoned his tattered
shirt. Elijah hated the palpable new tension between them. He and Thad had been
naked around each other hundreds of times before, but this was the first time it had
ever felt awkward or unnatural.
"It hurtin' real bad, ain't it?" Elijah asked sympathetically. Stripped completely
naked, he stepped into the creek and sank into its cool, soothing embrace.
Thad's face stiffened in response to Elijah's question.
"Yeah, it hurts somethin' awful," Thad mumbled, still looking away from his older
brother. "It feel like somethin' on fire down there."
"Yeah, it felt like that for me too, the first time," Elijah explained. "Sittin' in the
water helps cool it off, though."
Thad threw his shirt to the ground, yanked his pants to his ankles, and hurriedly
jumped into the creek to hide his nudity. He gasped in pain as the cool water made
contact with his torn, burning asshole. He bit his bottom lip to keep from crying in
front of his big brother, but despite his best efforts, salty tears began streaming
down his cheeks.
"C'mon, Thad," Elijah said reassuringly. "Things gonna be alright, you'll see."
He moved forward to hug his weeping brother, but Thad recoiled from Elijah's
"I'se sorry, Thad, I promise I'se real sorry," Elijah said desperately. "You know I
love you and ain't wanna let him hurt you like that. But we SLAVES, Thad,
meanin' we ain't got no choice 'cept to do what Massuh say."
The tears flowed furiously down Thad's cheeks. Thad jerked his head up from its
sullen scowl, shot his brother an angry look, and blurted out, "Yeah, but you ain't
have to LIKE it!"
Elijah flinched, painfully aware of the truth in his brother's accusation.
"No, it ain't like that, Thad," he stuttered.
"Why was you pantin' and moanin', then, huh, 'Lij?" Thad shot back. "And why
was your thing all hard, just like dogs when they be in heat? And don't think I ain't
feel you shoot that nasty stuff inside me, just like Massuh did on my back! Looked
to me like you was likin' it just the same as him, and he nothin' but an ugly, mean
Thad's tirade trailed off into angry sobs.
Elijah felt like he was trapped in a nightmare. It was devastating to hear Thad so
angry with him, because up to that point he'd never expressed anything but
affection and admiration for Elijah.
"Naw, it ain't like that, Thad, you gotta believe me!" Elijah pleaded, feeling even
worse knowing it was partly a lie. "I was puttin' on a show for Massuh James, that's
all, hopin' he'd like it and help us get Daddy back. I ain't wanna hurt you, but you
wanna see Daddy again, don't you?"
"Yeah," Thad mumbled, sniffling and wiping his nose with his hand.
"I know what Massuh made us do was nasty," Elijah continued. "But for some
reason he likes doin' gross things with boys like us, and I was just givin' him what
he wanted. Everything gonna be alright when Daddy get back, you'll see."
"You tellin' the truth, 'Lij?" Thad asked, his young voice eager to trust his older
brother again. "You ain't enjoy puttin' your thing inside me?"
"I swear on Mama and Daddy," Elijah declared, sensing that he was winning Thad
over, at least for the moment.
Thad looked skeptical, but shrugged his shoulders and sighed, "I just hope Massuh
don't make us do none of that nasty stuff ever again. That man give me the creeps.
And my butt hurt so bad I can't hardly walk."
The two boys slipped into silence as they scrubbed their bodies and washed their
hair. As they put their dirty clothes back on, Elijah turned to Thad, and in a grave
tone of voice warned, "Don't tell Mama, Thad. It be bad enough she know about
me, but if she find out Massuh been hurtin' you too, it'll prolly kill her."
The attempted deceptions of two young boys are no match for a mother's intuition,
and Phoebe had been home no more than an hour that evening before noticing a
difference in the appearance and behavior of her youngest child.
She first sensed something was wrong when Thad failed to greet her with his usual
smile and energetic hug when she returned from working in the fields. Instead, she
came home to both boys sound asleep.
Her uneasiness grew when Thad spoke no more than four words over supper, a
sharp contrast to the lively stories of his day's adventures that usually entertained
her each night. At first she thought he might be sick, but he didn't have a fever, or
seem to be in any physical pain....except that he walked sort of slowly and stiffly.
Sort of the way Elijah had moved after his first night in the Big House.
At first she pushed the possibility from her mind. Certainly the new Master couldn't
be vile enough to take pleasure from the body of a boy as young and undeveloped as
Thad! And even if his perversions DID involve such extremes, what was the
likelihood that out of all the slave boys on Stampley Plantation, he'd choose BOTH
of her sons for his evil purposes?
Phoebe tried to stifle her rising panic when both Elijah and Thad refused her
friendly invitation to join her in a game of checkers. She was used to such moody
refusals from Elijah, especially since his regular visits to the Big House. But she
couldn't remember a single time Thad had responded to such an offer with anything
but beaming grins and celebratory acrobatics around the kitchen table.
"What's the matter, baby?" Phoebe asked, pulling Thad into her arms and stroking
his crispy hair with her hands. She tried not to let her voice betray the hysteria
rising within her chest.
"Nothin'," Thad mumbled, staring at the ground.
Phoebe had never known her son to be evasive or avoid eye contact.
"You get in a fight today, baby?" she asked, desperately hoping the answer was
Thad shook his head "no." His body was stiff beneath her touch, and Phoebe
noticed a rogue tear running down his cheek.
That was all she needed to confirm her darkest fears. She released Thad from her
embrace, and staggered up from her seat. The room was spinning around her. She
clutched the back of a chair and shot a quizzical look in Elijah's direction. Elijah
pretended to play with a centipede crawling across the cabin's dirt floor.
"That bastard fetched Thad up to the Big House, didn't he?!?" Phoebe could barely
choke out the question.
Elijah looked up with an expression that revealed everything.
What happened next was a nightmarish blur in Elijah's memory. His mother let out
the most heartbreaking shriek he'd ever heard in his life, then collapsed to the floor
in convulsive sobs.
"Not my baby boy...." she wailed over and over. "Not my little Thad, not my
The sobbing was followed by more hysterical screaming. Phoebe had survived years
of sexual abuse at the hands of smelly, violent overseers. She'd endured the sale of
her husband to another plantation. She'd even stayed strong when her 14-year-old
son had been snatched away to be the sexual plaything of the new Master, standing
helplessly by while his innocence and zest for life was slowly snuffed out before her
very eyes. She'd told herself there was nothing the white devils could do to spoil the
joy she felt because of her two sons, short of selling Elijah and Thad away from her.
But her imagination was no match for the white folks' perversions, and Phoebe
hadn't considered the possibility of them snatching away Thad's innocence, at least
not for several more years.
This was too much, she thought to herself. This was it, her breaking point. She'd
rather be raped a dozen times a day for the rest of her life, if it meant she would
spare her little boy his suffering at the hands of the lecherous new Master. The
thought of the white man raping her young and helpless son broke her heart and
filled her with a desperate, wild rage.
"Not my little boy...." she muttered over and over, only now it took on a more
All rationality completely fled her mind. She stood up and looked frantically around
the room, seeking out any object she could use to inflict pain, and hopefully
DEATH, on the new Master. If she ran fast enough, she could grab the poking stick
from the fire, storm the Big House, and burn out the new Master's eyes while he ate
supper. Then she would set the entire plantation-house ablaze. If she was lucky, she
could run away with Thad and Elijah before any of the house slaves or overseers
discovered her crime.
She continued exhaling explosive screams, venting her rage as she yanked the
poking-stick from the fire.
"Calm down, Mama!" Elijah pleaded. This was a side of his mother he'd never seen,
and it scared him. He could hear Thad crying in the background. "Massuh James
gonna help us get Daddy back! But he axed to meet Thad first....so we HAD to
do it, Mama, to help get Daddy back!"
Phoebe whirled around, still holding the flaming poking-stick. A brief, intense look
of compassion passed across her face. Then she burst into cackling, maniacal
laughter, which then morphed into mournful wailing.
"Oh baby, my poor baby," she moaned. "White folks ain't nothin' but thieves and
liars, 'Lij. White men'll promise you gold and heaven if they think it'll help 'em
have they way with you. Your Daddy ain't never comin' back, baby."
Elijah collapsed on his bed in stunned defeat, next to the sobbing Thad.
Phoebe took a deep breath and wiped her nose with her free hand.
"But the new Massuh's 'bout to be ONE white man who gonna PAY for his sins."
Still holding the fiery poking-stick, Phoebe stormed out the front door and
proceeded to march down the center lane between the slave cabins, toward the Big
By this time, people were coming out of their cabins to see what all the screams were
about. Penny - Lil Rooster's mother, who lived with her husband in the cabin next
door to Phoebe's - was one of the first to see Phoebe rushing toward the Big House,
and she knew something terrible was about to happen. Not wanting to see her friend
whipped or hanged, Penny ran after Phoebe, and tackled her to the ground. The
tussle to the ground extinguished the poking-stick's flame, and Phoebe eventually
surrendered into Penny's sympathetic arms, sobbing uncontrollably.
Penny took Phoebe into Penny's own cabin, where she fixed the distraught woman a
hot drink made with local healing herbs. She later informed Elijah that his mother
had taken on a serious fever, and that it would be best if she spent the next several
nights in Penny's cabin, where she'd be under constant supervision and prevented
from doing anything dangerous or suicidal.
To make room for Phoebe in Penny's cabin, her two sons, Lil Rooster and Spider,
would need to stay with Elijah and Thad.
When Penny escorted her two sons into Elijah's cabin later that night, kissing them
goodnight and instructing them to behave, Lil Rooster responded with a quiet,
obedient "Yes, Mama." But the instant the cabin door shut behind her, he turned
immediately back into his typically loud, cocky, obnoxious self.
"So I guess the rumors be true, about you bein' the new Massuh's pussy-boy and
all," he said matter-of-factly, grinning and straddling backwards one of the kitchen
Spider, a skinny little boy about Thad's age, with the same piercing blue eyes, high
cheekbones, "good" raven-black hair, and high-yellow skin as his older brother, sat
quietly on the bed next to the sniffling Thad. He wasn't sure what to say to comfort
Thad shot Lil Rooster an angry scowl, thinking about their recent fight.
"Damn, 'Lij," Lil Rooster continued, shifting his chair to face Elijah, who sat
sullenly on Phoebe's bed in the corner of the cabin. "They told me the new Massuh
like nigger-boys 'stead of pussy, but I ain't wanna believe it. I see now it ain't no lie.
Yo' Mama done lost her damn mind, and seem to me there's only but one reason for
"Shut your ugly yellow mouth 'bout my Mama!" Elijah blurted out, standing up as
if to fight. Elijah was used to Lil Rooster always running his mouth, but somehow
they'd managed to remain friends. But now Lil Rooster was taking things too far.
"Calm down, 'Lij, calm down," Lil Rooster said, laughing and flashing a wide
mouth full of pretty white teeth. "Damn, boy, I see the new Massuh already done
turned you into a little bitch, whinin' and cryin' like you ain't got no balls 'tween
Elijah slumped back down on the bed with a scowl on his face.
Lil Rooster's words hit a nerve, partly because he and the other slave boys always
felt embarrassed next to Lil Rooster when they'd swim together naked in the creek,
their own dicks looking like tiny worms compared to Lil Rooster's gigantic gorilla.
But his words also struck a nerve because they articulated Elijah's own sense that
Master James had somehow stolen a part of his manhood that first night his asshole
was forced open by the white man's dick, and had continued destroying his
masculine pride and confidence with every degrading act he'd been subjected to
"So what it like, bein' a pussy-boy for the new Massuh?" Lil Rooster asked.
Even though Lil Rooster was grinning from ear to ear, Elijah thought he detected a
hint of anxiety behind the question.
"Ain't none of your business!" Thad blurted out angrily.
"What you gonna do, fight me again?" Lil Rooster asked, laughing.
Spider shifted nervously on the bed, torn between defending his friend and laughing
along with his older brother.
"You a feisty little nigger, Thad, and I can respect that," Lil Rooster continued.
"Too bad the new Massuh's gotta go and make a little girl outta you."
"I ain't no girl!" Thad shouted defiantly. But the memory of being forced to all
fours while Elijah mounted him from behind taunted him far worse than anything
Lil Rooster could have said.
"If you suck dick and take it up your booty-hole, you a little bitch to my mind," Lil
Rooster declared. " 'Specially if it be a white man's dick. Hell, ain't no cracker dick
comin' anywhere CLOSE to this nigger!"
Elijah chuckled dryly to himself.
"Somethin' funny about that, pussy-boy?" Lil Rooster asked.
"Yeah, YOU'SE funny," Elijah explained, shaking his head. "You be talkin' all
'white man' this, and 'cracker' that, when YOU'SE nearly a white boy yo'self!"
Lil Rooster's bullying grin turned into a surprised frown. Even though he and
Elijah were the same age, he always behaved like the older of the two, and he didn't
like having the roles reversed.
"Just LOOK at yo'self," Elijah continued, sensing he had the upper hand, at least
for the moment. "You nearly just as white as Mistuh Snopes. You think you some
full-blooded African just cuz you got a big ol' dick 'tween yo' legs? Ain't nobody
come from Africa lookin' yellow as you is! You lucky Massuh James only likes
hisself some REAL niggers, cuz you sho ain't that."
For a second, Lil Rooster was speechless. He was used to his blue eyes, high-yellow
skin, and silky dark hair being admired and envied by dark-skinned niggers. His
light complexion meant he was a SUPERIOR nigger; he didn't like to think it might
mean he was somehow LESS THAN other niggers....or even worse, WHITE.
"FUCK you!" was the first thing Lil Rooster could think to say in response, his
nostrils flaring in defensive anger. "At least I ain't some nappy-headed, monkey-
lookin', cocksuckin', dick-takin', pussy-boy nigger like you is!"
Elijah sensed things were spiraling out of control. He and Lil Rooster had put each
other through plenty of good-natured ribbing before, but this felt different. There
was a rising hostility in the exchange that made him feel sad and regretful, like he
was losing his best friend.
"Take it easy, Roost," Elijah said nervously. "I ain't mean nothin' by it. 'Sides, you
the one started it."
But Lil Rooster was too hotheaded to calm down after having his good looks
" 'Take it easy, take it easy,'" he said, mocking Elijah's peace-making with an
obnoxious lisp. "Just listen to you, backin' off from a fight like a little sissy. Hell,
your little brother more a man than you is! I guess that's cuz you used to bein' on
yo' knees suckin' Massuh's dick all day long!"
"Shut up," Elijah mumbled, wanting this nightmare of a day to be over with.
"Maybe I DO got some white in me," Lil Rooster persisted. "But at least I ain't
never had no DICK in me! Never sucked no dick, and sho as hell never will. And my
booty-hole ain't but for one thing, and it sho ain't bein' used like pussy. Hell, if that
cracker even THINKS of touchin' on me, he best be ready to lose an eye first! Cuz I
damn sho ain't no pussy-boy like you or that nigger Nelson. You know Nelson?"
Elijah nodded. He only knew what Nelson looked like, but he'd never noticed
anything weird or bad about him.
"They say Nelson was a pussy-boy too," Lil Rooster continued. "'Fore Massuh Walt
bought him. And I heard some other niggers talkin' 'bout how he STILL like doin'
that nasty shit. They say he be offerin' to suck niggers' dicks, like the white folks
done turned him into a dick-suckin' ZOMBIE or some shit like that. Is that what
Elijah blushed a deep purple. "It....it ain't like that," he struggled to explain.
He felt a sudden need to prove to his friend, and perhaps to himself, that he had no
choice but to cooperate with Master James's demands.
"It ain't that easy. You got no idea what the new Massuh be like, Roost. The first
night he....the first night we was together....he told me he was gonna whip
Mama and Thad and sell 'em away from me 'less I did what I was told."
Elijah's eyes welled up with tears as he recalled the confusion and trauma of that
first night in Master James's bedroom.
"He just be sayin' that shit to scare you into givin' it up," Lil Rooster scoffed,
ignoring Elijah's tears. "Ain't nobody can put they dick in yo' mouth or ass 'less
you let 'em. So all's I can figure is that you LIKE that nasty shit. That true, 'Lij?
You like dick 'stead of pussy?"
"No," Elijah mumbled, still trying to fight back the tears building up in response to
the day's tragic events - the ordeal in Master James's bedroom, the new and awful
distance between he and Thad, his mother's nervous breakdown, and now the
realization that his best friend had turned on him.
"Huh?" Lil Rooster taunted, standing up from the chair he'd been straddling. "I
can't hear you. I axed if you like DICK 'stead of pussy, nigger."
"Leave him alone!" Thad shouted, feeling sorry for his older brother.
"Yeah, leave him be, Roost," Spider's high-pitched voice chimed in.
But these interruptions only encouraged Lil Rooster to take his verbal assault even
"Now see, ME....I likes the taste of pussy," Lil Rooster boasted. "But sounds to
me like you likes the taste of big, sweaty dick. Hell, you prolly droolin' over mine
Lil Rooster smiled the smile that had seduced dozens of slave girls and women,
grabbed his crotch with his right hand, and shoved it forward with a playful, cocky
Elijah looked away, embarrassed and uncomfortable.
"Awwww, c'mon now, baby, don't be shy," Lil Rooster teased. "You know you been
wantin' a taste."
Lil Rooster yanked down the front of his tattered cotton pants, and pulled out his
notoriously large dick. Even though all three boys had seen Lil Rooster's penis
plenty of times before, they stared in wide-eyed awe and envy. Beneath a curly patch
of coal-black pubic hair, hung a dick that rivaled the length and girth of most
horses. It was a rich, golden hue, darker than the rest of Lil Rooster's skin, and
Lil Rooster laughed at Elijah's blatant staring. "Look at you, droolin' over my dick
like it's Christmas dinner! You really IS a cocksucker! Now let's see just how
GOOD a little cocksucker you is."
He stepped forward and jiggled his huge appendage just inches from Elijah's face.
Elijah squeezed his eyes and lips shut in resistance and embarrassment. Lil Rooster
moved even closer, and rubbed his soft, sweaty dick against Elijah's thick purple
"You like that, bitch?" Lil Rooster taunted. "You like lickin' balls too? Or just
Both Thad and Spider scrunched up their noses in disgust. Ass-licking was an
activity from which Thad had thankfully been spared that morning, and he couldn't
imagine anybody, even Master James, wanting to do something THAT gross.
"I just loves havin' my balls and booty-hole licked," Lil Rooster continued his
obnoxious performance. "I betcha the new Massuh done trained you to lick balls
and booty-holes REAL good, huh?"
"Leave me alone!" Elijah blurted out, ducking away from Lil Rooster's dick. He
exploded into loud, wrenching sobs. He flopped onto his stomach and buried his face
in his mother's blanket, shaking with uncontrollable tears.
Lil Rooster pulled up his pants in an arrogant gesture of victory.
"Damn, boy, I was just playin' witchu." He laughed nervously and looked over at
Thad and Spider. Thad glared at him resentfully, and Spider looked awkwardly at
"That right there, boys," Lil Rooster said, pointing at Elijah's body, now curled into
the fetal position and still heaving with sobs, "is what they calls a PUSSY-BOY."
Elijah cried himself to sleep that night. It was a restless night's sleep, thanks to the
fact that he had to share his mother's bed with Lil Rooster, whose lanky legs kept
kicking him throughout the night. He also had to suffer through the sounds of the
snoring Spider, who took Elijah's usual spot in the bed with Thad.
Both Elijah and Thad spent the majority of the next day in bed, while Lil Rooster
and Spider joined the other slave children in their normal outdoor games. Thad and
Elijah felt sapped of all motivation to do anything beyond sleeping, eating, and using
At several points throughout the day, Elijah ventured sleepily over to the cabin next
door to check on his mother, who was being nursed by one of the elderly slave
women while Penny and her husband worked in the fields. But every time, he was
shooed away by the nurse because his mother was sound asleep.
Elijah felt like his life was spinning out of control. All the comforts of family, home,
and friendship had been snatched away, replaced by instability and sorrow. Every
time someone passed by his cabin's door, Elijah's body grew tense with anxiety,
wondering if it would be an overseer fetching him or Thad back to the Big House.
When night approached and there was still no word from Master James, Elijah
breathed a sigh of relief and hoped it was a sign that the white man was keeping his
promise to find their father, despite what his mother had screamed about such
promises being empty lies.
Lil Rooster didn't return to the cabin until well past midnight. He reeked of whiskey
and bragged about how he'd just fucked Laney in her cabin while her brother
Jacob was with the new Master on an overnight trip to Columbus.
Elijah winced with jealousy at the mention of Laney's name, wishing it had been
HIM enjoying the pretty girl instead of a cocky jerk like Lil Rooster. But petty
jealousy was quickly forgotten when he heard the news that Master James was
taking an out-of-town trip. Elijah's heart skipped a beat when he realized this
meant that perhaps Master James was keeping his promise after all. Perhaps he'd
return with Daddy, Elijah thought excitedly, and everything would return to
Hopeful daydreams kept Elijah awake for several hours, but eventually he fell into a
deep but troubled sleep. He dreamed of flashbacks to the previous morning: Thad
was naked and on all fours, screaming and crying while Elijah thrust his dick into
his little brother's butt. Despite Thad's cries of pain, Elijah was enjoying a pleasure
more intense than any he'd ever experienced. He wished he could enjoy the warm,
squishy ecstasy of Thad's tight little ass for hours on end....
Elijah jerked awake, and felt guiltily disappointed that he'd only been dreaming.
His rock-hard dick tented against his cotton pants. He knew such behavior was
wrong and repulsive; but to his dick, it was an addictive pleasure he was eager to
What the hell's wrong with me? Elijah thought to himself, sleepily rubbing his eyes.
What kind of person dreams about fucking his little brother? Still, he couldn't deny
it had felt good, far better than jerking himself off had ever felt. Part of him, way
deep down, almost hoped Master James would order him to do it again. The idea of
never enjoying Thad's ass again was disturbingly depressing. Was Master James's
desire for boys some kind of contagious sickness that he'd passed on to Elijah? Two
days ago, the idea of putting his dick in Thad's shit-hole would have been
nauseating. But now he was wide awake in the middle of the night, craving that very
same thing. Maybe Lil Rooster was RIGHT, and he really WAS turning into a
Elijah looked over to see if Lil Rooster was still asleep. The moonlight coming
through the cabin windows illuminated the body of the shirtless teenage boy. Lil
Rooster was lying flat on his stomach, his head turned away from Elijah, snoring in
a drunken slumber. Elijah noticed that at some point during the night, Lil Rooster's
pants had been pushed partway down, so that the upper slopes of the boy's round
ass-cheeks, and the top inches of his ass-crack, were exposed.
Elijah stared as if hypnotized by the sight. Before tonight, he'd never given a
second's thought to his friend's ass. But tonight it suddenly fascinated him as a
thing of great beauty, an irresistible temptation.
Transfixed, Elijah turned on his side to take a longer, closer look at his best friend's
ass. It was definitely fuller and more muscular than Thad's bony little butt. A sheen
of sweat spread across Lil Rooster's back, glistening in the moonlight and
continuing into the crevice of the teenage boy's ass-crack.
The sweat suggested warmth and moisture, and for a brief moment Elijah wondered
what it would feel like to bury his dick between Lil Rooster's firm, sweaty mounds.
Perhaps pushing even deeper, into the tiny clenched circle hidden between, shoving
into the boy's hot, forbidden insides. Elijah's dick hardened as he wondered if Lil
Rooster's ass would feel as good as Thad's....perhaps even BETTER?
What the hell am I thinking? Elijah reflected with shame and confusion. Lil
Rooster's ass was probably filthy and smelly, certainly not something worth staring
at or getting a hard-on about. He should be dreaming about Laney's soft, pert
breasts, or the mysterious area between her legs, not salivating over his best friend's
Elijah felt an intense hatred for Master James, who'd poisoned his innocent mind
with such disgusting ideas. But like it or not, the ideas were there, and hard as he
tried, he couldn't shake them out of his head long enough to fall back asleep.
In fact, Elijah felt a sudden, irresistible urge to reach out and touch Lil Rooster's
butt. He was suddenly possessed with the curiosity to FEEL the shape, skin, and
firmness of the half-naked ass just inches away. Maybe he could do it gently and
quietly enough that the sleeping boy would never know. Thad and Spider were
sound asleep on the other side of the room, and Lil Rooster had been so drunk that
even AWAKE he probably wouldn't know what was happening.
Elijah's dick twitched with excitement at the idea of cupping Lil Rooster's half-bare
ass in his hand. The room seemed eerily quiet, and Elijah feared that even the
slightest sigh would stir Lil Rooster or one of the younger boys from their sleep. But
his aroused dick chased all caution from his mind, and he knew it was a risk he'd
have to take.
Elijah's heart pounded in his chest as he reached slowly across Lil Rooster's
sleeping body and placed his hand gently on the boy's left butt-cheek, resting it
there before proceeding any further. Elijah froze as Lil Rooster mumbled something
in his sleep, shifting his sprawling legs before settling back into a deep sleep.
Elijah laid his hand there like that for what seemed like hours, not daring to make
another move until confident he wouldn't be caught. He shivered with a strange
thrill at the firm, fleshy feel of the ass-cheek beneath his hand, and grew eager to
continue his forbidden exploration.
Holding his breath, Elijah cautiously lifted his hand, then placed it down on Lil
Rooster's right butt-cheek. Its taut, muscular fleshiness felt about the same as the
other one he'd just touched. Instinctively, Elijah reached his free hand beneath the
waistband of his own pants, and played with his own dick as he savored the taboo
thrill of fondling Lil Rooster in his sleep.
Emboldened by his success so far, Elijah began to stroke and massage both of Lil
Rooster's buttocks -- gently, breathlessly at first, then with lustful urgency. He knew
that what he was doing was weird and gross, but he was caught up in a frenzy of
inexplicable curiosity and desire. The mounds of Lil Rooster's ass seemed perfectly
shaped, and he enjoyed the feeling of their flesh kneaded beneath his palm and
Elijah's breathing grew heavier, and he stroked his own dick with increased vigor.
Occasionally, Lil Rooster shifted and moaned in his sleep, causing Elijah to snatch
his hand away in panic. Only when Elijah could hear his friend's drunken snoring
resume would he continue his clumsy, eager groping.
When massaging through the boy's pants grew tiresome, Elijah boldly slipped his
hand under the waistband of Lil Rooster's pants, grasping at the naked, fleshy
mounds beneath. The touch of his friend's smooth, sweaty skin was oddly exciting,
and Elijah yanked on his own dick all the more furiously.
Working himself into an almost feverish frenzy, he pressed his middle finger into
the tight, moist crevice of Lil Rooster's ass-crack. But Elijah didn't dare push deep
enough to touch the boy's asshole, for fear that sudden contact with such a sensitive
body part would almost certainly wake his friend and be met with the most
unpleasant of reactions.
Stroking his own dick faster and harder, Elijah closed his eyes and savored the
strangely stimulating touch of his friend's muscled teenage ass. Running his fingers
up and down the boy's tightly clenched ass-crack, Elijah fantasized about prying it
open with his own throbbing dick. He imagined plunging his hungry cock into the
private, tiny hole hidden between the two mounds of bronze flesh, just as he'd done
to his little brother that morning.
Lil Rooster's macho pride and obnoxious bullying made the idea of fucking him all
the more appealing. Elijah pictured Lil Rooster's cocky grin giving way to gasps of
pain and cries for mercy as Elijah ripped open his previously unexplored asshole.
The image of Lil Rooster on all fours, his body heaving forward with every forceful
thrust, was enough to push Elijah over the edge of orgasm. Realizing what was
about to happen, Elijah pulled his hand away from Lil Rooster's ass, laid on his
back, grabbed his dick in his right hand, and shot three long ropes of creamy cum
onto his hairless, chocolate-colored stomach, stifling a cry of concentrated euphoric
He lay like that for several minutes, his bony adolescent ribcage heaving up and
down from one of the strangest orgasms of his young life. Afraid that Lil Rooster
might wake up to see the puddle of cum on Elijah's stomach, he hurriedly mopped it
up with his shirt, which had been lying on the floor beside the bed.
The next morning, Elijah could barely look Lil Rooster in the eye.
In the post-orgasmic glare of broad daylight, he felt shame over what he'd done the
night before. To Elijah's great relief, Lil Rooster spoke of nothing but his horrible
hangover, and seemed barely able to remember his sexual romp with Laney, let
alone any unusual occurrences while he slept.
Elijah was eager to rinse away the memories of the previous night's compulsive
behavior, and needed to clean his shirt which was crunchy with dried cum, so Elijah
spent an hour or so that morning washing his body and clothes in the creek.
Refreshed by his bath and encouraged by the news that Master James was taking a
trip to Columbus, Elijah decided to enjoy an afternoon of fishing, something he
hadn't done since being subjected to the demanding schedule of a sexual slave.
When he returned to the cabin after his wash, Elijah found Thad still in bed, curled
into the fetal position and staring sadly at the wall, just as Elijah had done after his
first encounter with Master James. Elijah asked his little brother to join him on his
fishing trip, knowing the fresh air and comfort of a familiar routine would do the
boy some good, but Thad shook his head in solemn refusal. It pained Elijah to see
Thad so uncharacteristically sad and sedate, especially since he knew he was partly
to blame. At least Elijah gained some comfort in his growing confidence that their
father would be home soon, and everything would be back to normal.
These hopes were encouraged later that night. Lil Rooster burst through the front
door, breathless and wild-eyed, and announced that he had some juicy gossip to
share. According to word spreading throughout the slave quarters, the new Master
had just returned to Stampley Plantation, bloody and dirty after being beaten and
robbed by Jacob the stable-boy, who ran away and was now the prey for one of Mr.
Potter's notorious nigger-hunts. But the strangest part of all was that Master James
showed up with a mysterious new slave, whose age, identity, and appearance none of
the slave quarter gossips could agree on.
Elijah's heart pounded in his chest when he heard the news. He looked excitedly
over at Thad, whose tired, sad eyes lit up with their first flares of hope in over two
days. Certainly it couldn't be mere coincidence that two days after promising to find
their father, Master James returned to Stampley Plantation with a "new" male
After everyone had gone to bed, Elijah still couldn't fall asleep. His mind raced in
anticipation of the reunion to come, imagining the joy and protection it would
restore to his life. He pictured his mother breaking out of her illness to greet her
long-lost husband in a warm embrace. He envisioned Thad, laughing and playing
like a normal kid again. He looked forward to a future when Master James would
leave their family to live in peace - father, mother, and sons -- while he used some
other boy to satisfy his cravings. Maybe Elijah and Lil Rooster could even become
regular friends again. If anybody could make everything right again, it was Daddy.
Elijah's excited mind expected a knock on the door at any minute. He imagined
throwing the door open and jumping into his father's arms. If this didn't happen by
the next morning, he told himself, he'd run up to the Big House to find his father
and thank Master James. Surely Master James wouldn't disapprove of such an
uninvited visit, not after going through such trouble to bring his father back.
Yes, that's what he'd do, Elijah decided as he finally drifted off into sleep.
Tomorrow he'd visit the Big House, and bring his father back.
James was enjoying his best night's sleep since arriving at Stampley Plantation.
This was partly due to the fact that his battered body desperately needed rest after
the ordeals of the past two days. But it was also largely thanks to the presence of the
mulatto slave sleeping in the bed beside him, naked and snuggled against his body in
a way Elijah had never done when sharing his bed.
After rinsing off with a second bath the night before, James had dried Abel off and
led the nervous, naked houseboy upstairs, where he instructed Abel to spend the
night with him. The warmth of the houseboy's smooth skin pressed against his own,
combined with the rhythm of Abel's deep breathing, easily lulled James into a
peaceful night of pleasant dreams.
The sound of soft knocking startled James from his slumber. He blinked open his
eyes and glanced toward the bedroom windows. The faint sunlight peeking through
suggested it was early morning.
His body froze in sudden panic, fearing it might be Becky knocking on his bedroom
door, wondering why her son hadn't slept in his own bed that night. He dreaded her
reaction upon discovering that her only son had been stolen away to be James's
sexual plaything for the night. Becky had treated him with nothing but respect and
affection since his arrival at Stampley Plantation, and James felt a pang of guilt for
betraying her na‹ve but endearing trust.
James looked anxiously over at Abel, and was relieved to see the boy still sound
asleep. He scrambled out of bed, wrapped a blanket around his nude body, and
walked toward the bedroom door.
"Who's there?" James whispered nervously.
"It's me, Massuh James," replied a familiar voice. "Elijah."
James's brain reeled to pair the voice and name with an actual person in his life. So
much had happened in just three days - the attack and rape by Jacob, his rescue by
Frank Turner and Lucky, seducing Abel the night before - and the memories of the
slave-boy Elijah now seemed like scenes from another lifetime. This initial
murkiness quickly gave way to a rush of relief and recognition, and James felt the
tingle of butterflies in his stomach. After all, it was less than a week since James had
convinced himself he was falling hopelessly in love with the cute and adorable
James opened the door and eagerly ushered Elijah inside, closing the door behind
him. Elijah stood there, panting to catch his breath. The boy's eyes glowed with a
happiness and excitement that had never before accompanied Elijah's visits to
James smiled at the sight of the handsome slave-boy, and his stomach leapt into wild
acrobatics. Seeing the scrawny, wooly-haired slave-boy standing in tattered rags
before him, James realized how much he'd missed Elijah. Elijah's looks could never
compare with the golden Adonis lying in James's bed, but still there was something
surprisingly seductive about Elijah's disheveled, dirty appearance - something
vulnerable and innocent - that Abel's groomed, light-skinned perfection could never
match. James felt a sudden urge to seize the teenage boy in a big bear hug.
"I'se sorry, Massuh James," Elijah gasped, still catching his breath. "I know you
said to wait, but I ain't hardly sleep at all last night I'se so happy, so I 'cided to
come see you first thing this mornin', hopin' you ain't gonna be mad at me for not
waitin', cuz they said you was goin' to Columbus, and then they was sayin' you
come back with somebody new, so I was thinkin' it can't be nobody but Daddy,
since you promised, and I was just burstin' to see my Daddy again and take him
back to Thad and Mama, who's sick real bad from bein' sad and all, so I just
couldn't wait no longer, and...."
Elijah spoke so quickly that James could barely keep up with him. When James
finally realized Elijah's misunderstanding, his heart sank and his amused smile
turned into a troubled frown.
"Elijah, I'm afraid you've got it all wrong," James explained softly, knowing he was
about to break the young boy's heart. He hated himself for getting Elijah's hopes up
in the first place.
"Your....your father's not here," James continued, wincing as he watched
Elijah's optimism fade into confused disappointment. "I tried to keep my promise, I
honestly did. But on my way to Columbus, where I hoped to speak to the people who
could help me find him, I was attacked by my driver. The new man I brought back
with me is the slave who helped rescue me, not your father."
Elijah staggered backwards, and for a second James thought the boy might faint.
His mouth hung open in shock and bewilderment as he struggled to find his voice.
"You mean....you mean my Daddy ain't here?" Elijah asked, his raspy voice
breaking with disappointment.
"I'm so sorry, Elijah," James said sympathetically. "I truly am. I tried to find your
father, and I promise I'll CONTINUE trying to find him, but he's not here now, and
there's still no guarantee we'll be able to find him."
Elijah was dizzy with shock and grief, like someone had just punched him in the gut.
He wanted to dash out of Master James's bedroom, run deep into the woods, and
curl up in some hollowed-out tree-trunk where he could cry. Tears burned in his
eyes as he thought of his ecstatic hopes from the night before, hopes that now
seemed reckless and foolish. Nothing had changed after all: his mother was still sick,
Thad was still distant and depressed, and his best friend considered him a "pussy-
boy." As hard as he tried, he couldn't fight back his tears, and finally burst into
James rushed forward to comfort Elijah with a compassionate embrace. Elijah
pressed his head against the white man's naked chest, while James tried to soothe
him by stroking his tangled, wooly hair.
Although James embraced Elijah with the sole intention of comforting the
distraught slave-boy, he couldn't deny deriving a selfish pleasure from the intimacy
with Elijah's warm, trembling body. As he petted Elijah's head, he breathed in the
unique smells of the teenage boy's greasy, nappy hair and sweaty Negro skin. His
dick twitched guiltily at the feel of the boy's small body wrapped in his arms.
What the hell's wrong with me? James shuddered with shame and annoyance. This
poor, heartbroken boy needed James's sympathy and support, but in a matter of
seconds James was selfishly craving the slave-boy's flesh. The sickest part was that
James was actually AROUSED by Elijah's grief and vulnerability. Seeing Elijah's
distress and helplessness reminded James of his power over every aspect of the
Perhaps it was a mistake to give Elijah's feelings any legitimacy in the first place.
James's Northern sensibilities insisted on the equality and humanity of ALL
individuals, regardless of skin color or social class, but perhaps such idealism was
unhealthy and impractical in this brave new world of the South. If only he could rid
himself of antiquated notions like "equality" and "compassion," and adopt the
amoral attitude of a man like Mr. Potter. After all, to men like him Negroes were
the equivalent of land and cattle, and one wouldn't worry himself over the
"feelings" of a cow or horse.
But the scared young man, shaking and blubbering in his arms, still seemed all-too-
human to James, and wouldn't it demand a sacrifice of his OWN humanity to
ignore Elijah's suffering and pursue his own selfish pleasure?
James was still debating between sending Elijah back to the slave quarters, or
throwing him on the bed and taking pleasure from his body despite the boy's tears,
when he noticed that Elijah's noisy crying had waken up Abel. The mulatto
houseboy was sitting upright in bed, rubbing his eyes and looking sleepily at the odd
scene before him.
Elijah noticed for the first time that there was a third person in the room, and he
stopped crying. He recognized Abel as the houseboy he'd seen on a couple occasions
when sneaking away from Master James's bedroom. Elijah noticed that Abel
appeared to be naked, and was surprised to feel a slight pang of jealousy. As much
as he despised Master James, Elijah felt strangely hurt to realize that the older
white man had abandoned him for another slave's affections so soon. Jealousy was
quickly replaced by anger and panic, however, when Elijah realized that James's
fickle interests might seriously jeopardize the search for his father. Elijah knew that
his sexual appeal in the eyes of Master James was his only leverage on Stampley
Plantation. But what if this light-skinned houseboy took that power away from him,
sparing Elijah from Master James's unwanted affections, but spoiling all chances of
bringing back his father?
James was caught off guard by this unexpected meeting between his two favorite
"Ummmm, I, er, uh....Abel, this is Elijah," James stuttered. "Elijah, this is
Elijah mumbled a greeting but averted his eyes to the floor. Elijah had been raised
to believe that House Negroes were smarter, cleaner, and better looking than other
Negroes, and almost as powerful as white folks.
Abel nodded shyly in Elijah's direction. It was extremely rare for him to meet other
slaves, especially boys around his age.
James was amused by the awkward exchange between the boys. He wondered what
each boy thought about the other, and felt a mischievous urge to watch the
uncomfortable social interaction play out further.
"Elijah, why don't you have a seat on the bed next to Abel?" James suggested.
Elijah furrowed his brow skeptically, wiped his wet cheeks with his sleeves, and
nervously sat down on the edge of the bed, facing James.
"Abel, why don't you come out from beneath the sheets and join Elijah on the edge
of the bed?" James asked.
Abel's eyes grew wide in surprise and embarrassment.
"But, Master James," Abel stuttered. "I....I don't have any clothes on,
remember?" Despite the previous night's initiation, Abel still thought it was wrong
to be naked in front of other people.
James chuckled at Abel's endearing modesty. "Don't worry, Abel," he said calmly.
"Being naked's nothing to be ashamed about. Besides, Elijah's seen me naked
plenty of times before. Isn't that right, Elijah?"
Elijah blushed and looked at the floor without answering.
Abel struggled to comprehend the circumstances that could have led to Elijah's
familiarity with Master James's nakedness.
"Don't worry, Abel," James continued. "Here in this bedroom, there's no such thing
as rules or shame or modesty or morality, do you understand? In this bedroom
we're free to be ourselves, to make up our OWN rules, and I say it's perfectly fine to
be naked in front of each other."
And with that, James dropped the blanket he'd been holding around his waist, and
stood completely nude in front of the two boys on the bed.
Abel looked nervously away from the older white man's nakedness. Worried that he
might sabotage his newfound camaraderie with Master James, he crawled out from
beneath the sheets. He swung his smooth, lanky legs over the edge of the bed, and
sat next to Elijah, modestly covering his crotch with both hands. Both boys now sat
on the edge of the bed about a foot apart, facing James.
"I just want to help the two of you get better acquainted," James explained, pulling
up a chair to sit about five feet from the bed. "I like you both very much, so it's only
natural that I'd want the two of you to get to know each other. There's no need to be
Both boys stole nervous, skeptical glances at one another. Neither boy knew what
Master James wanted them to say to one another.
"How old are you?" Abel asked quietly, uneasy with the awkward silence.
"I'se fourteen," Elijah replied, making brief, wary eye contact with the older boy
beside him. "You?"
"I'm sixteen," Abel answered. After another long pause, he asked, "Have you been
at Stampley all your life?"
"Yeah," Elijah mumbled, intimidated by the houseboy's "proper" speech.
"Me too," Abel said. "We probably played together when we were little, before my
mother stopped letting me play with the other children."
"Yeah, I reckon maybe we did," Elijah replied. He vaguely remembered playing
with a white-looking boy when he was little, until the boy mysteriously disappeared
from the group one day. "You got any brothers or sisters?" Elijah asked.
"No, it's just me, mother, and father," Abel explained. "How about you?"
"I got a little brother named Thadeus, but we calls him Thad," Elijah said gloomily,
remembering the circumstances of his previous visit to Master James's bedroom.
"You're lucky," Abel responded, forgetting James's presence for a moment. "I wish
I had a little brother sometimes. It gets kind of lonely up here, without any friends
or brothers or sisters."
"Yeah," Elijah shrugged. "But 'least you gets to sleep in the Big House, and get all
the food you want, and take baths, and....and wear nice clothes," he added,
looking down at his own ragged shirt and pants in embarrassment.
Abel felt bad for sounding so ungrateful, and both boys fell into another tense
James enjoyed this clumsy exchange more than any play he'd ever seen in the
Boston theatre-houses. Before coming to Stampley Plantation, he'd watched teenage
boys from a distance as they played baseball in the schoolyard, sat next to him in the
streetcar, or hung out on street corners. He'd always longed to know the secrets of
their lives: how they talked with one another, befriended one another, played with
one another, fought with one another. It was a social world he was forbidden from
entering, but his new position as slave-owner now gave him the power to FORCE
himself into that world.
The curiosity to watch Abel and Elijah together began innocently enough, but
observing their awkward interactions suddenly prompted James to pursue his social
experiment into a more taboo and thrilling realm. Seeing Elijah's rough African
handsomeness next to Abel's refined mulatto beauty presented James with an
opportunity too tempting to ignore.
His conscience nagged him with the memory of his disapproving mother in the
dream that had inspired him to travel to Columbus in search of Elijah's father just
three days earlier. He remembered the regret after his sexual assault against Jacob
went violently, tragically wrong. Wouldn't he be a fool to ignore such glaring
lessons, such generous opportunities for redemption? Could he really dismiss
Elijah's sorrow, or Abel's sweet, kind spirit, all for his own selfish pleasures?
But the temptation to explore the two specimens of handsome Negro flesh sitting
just several feet away was too intense for James to resist. He couldn't escape the
awareness that he OWNED the young men in front of him, meaning he could use
and enjoy them in any way he pleased. It was a privilege too enticing, too
overpowering to relinquish, at least for now.
"I think that's enough small talk for now," James said nervously, shifting in his
chair as his dick twitched slowly to life. "I think I'd like to see you both become even
Abel looked up, puzzled by the odd change in Master James's voice. Elijah shot
James a skeptical look, recognizing all too well the early signs of one of the white
man's mood swings.
James gulped apprehensively. Where should he begin? His mind reeled from the
possibilities. He could instruct them to do ANYTHING. He could make them crawl
on all fours and quack like ducks if he wished. He could order them to fight like
roosters in a cockfight, or dance a jig, or piss in each other's faces. He was the
plantation puppeteer, and Elijah and Abel were his marionettes.
"I'd....I'd like to see you kiss one another," James said hoarsely. His heart
throbbed wildly in his chest. "On the lips."
Abel looked dumbfounded. "You want us to do WHAT, Master James?" he asked,
honestly thinking (and hoping) his hearing was playing tricks on him.
"You heard me," James said sternly. "I want to watch while you and Elijah kiss one
another on the lips."
Abel's body grew tense. It was weird enough kissing Master James the night before.
He'd cooperated then because it was with a white man, whose affection and
approval he greatly desired. But now Master James was asking him to kiss another
NEGRO boy. Elijah seemed nice enough, but he was still a common, dirty field
Negro, one of the "jungle creatures" Abraham was always claiming they were
Abel was confused by James's behavior. He'd convinced himself that the night
before was some kind of fluke, something the new Master did in a moment of
extreme stress and exhaustion, like the drunken nights of illicit passion he read
about in Master Walt's bawdier novels. He imagined looking back on it as a strange,
embarrassing episode in the early chapter of a wonderful friendship with Master
James, an encounter never to be repeated. But now Master James wanted to watch
while two Negro boys KISSED? This could mean only one thing: Master James
actually LIKED doing unnatural, immoral things with boys. It also probably meant
that the new Master had already done such things with the slave-boy sitting next to
him. Abel felt a sharp pang of fear and sadness. Perhaps Master James didn't think
he was special, or want to be his friend after all. Maybe the night before had been
just one of dozens, maybe even hundreds, of similar encounters with other slaves.
"But Master James," Abel protested feebly. "If you don't mind, I have other chores
I should be attending to this morning. Don't you want me to empty the chamber-
pot, or get your bath ready, or serve you breakfast?"
"You know I appreciate your diligence, Abel," James explained calmly, a hint of
impatience creeping into his voice. "But your job is to please me and do what I say,
do you understand? Some Masters only have slaves to cook or clean. Others buy
slaves for breeding, or harvesting crops. But me, I have....OTHER jobs for my
slaves. Elijah here knows all about that, don't you, Elijah?"
Elijah nodded sullenly, and gave Abel a look as if to warn him, "It only gets worse,
and we might as well cooperate." As much as Elijah dreaded another day of male-
on-male degradation, he realized this might be his only chance to stay in James's
favor long enough to ensure the continued search for his father, and Elijah knew he
had to make the most of it.
Elijah scooted closer to Abel on the bed, and looked closely at the mulatto boy's face
for the first time. He noticed Abel's sparkling green eyes, red lips of medium
thickness, and a slender nose speckled with freckles. His skin was even lighter than
Lil Rooster's, and Elijah marveled at how much Abel resembled a white boy.
Knowing there was no point in hesitating any further, Elijah leaned toward Abel's
face and pecked awkwardly at the older boy's lips. Abel tightened his lips in
instinctive resistance, but Elijah dove in for another peck, then another, and
another. Abel shut his eyes and tried to reciprocate by leaning his head forward to
meet Elijah's stiff kisses.
James laughed at the sight of the two teenage boys pecking at one another like two
drunken roosters. Their clumsiness was oddly arousing, but James was impatient to
"That's more like bobbing for apples than kissing," James teased. "Let me show you
what I mean when I say 'kissing.'"
He stood up, walked over to the bed, and dropped to his knees in front of Elijah. He
grabbed the boy by the back of the head with both hands and lunged at him with
hungry, sensuous kisses. He licked Elijah's salty, tear-stained cheeks, nibbled on his
ears, sucked on his thick, fleshy lips, and pried open his stunned mouth with his
tongue. He licked every corner and crevice of the young man's mouth, as if probing
for hidden treasure.
Abel watched with disgust and fascination. It pained him to see Master James
showering a common field Negro with the same affection he'd shown Abel the night
before. Nothing in Abel's sheltered life had prepared him for the sight of sensual
intimacy between a man as pale as James and a boy as dark as Elijah.
After a minute of ravenous kissing, James released Elijah's head and pulled back
"Now THAT'S what I mean by kissing!" James declared, grinning. "Elijah, I'd like
you to show Abel what you've learned," he instructed breathlessly. He stayed on his
knees so that he'd have an intimate view of the show.
Elijah apologized to Abel with his eyes, took a deep breath, and grabbed Abel by the
back of the head with both hands, just as James had done to him. He then
proceeded to assault the mulatto boy's face with awkward but earnest kisses. Elijah
lapped at Abel's neck, and sucked on his Adam's apple. He covered Abel's moist-
red lips with his own thick-purple lips, sucking on them like Master James had done
to him so many times before. Elijah used his tongue to force his way between Abel's
lips, and darted it around the insides of Abel's mouth. Abel tasted faintly of fried
chicken and morning breath.
At first Abel stiffened defensively, but eventually he surrendered to Elijah's kisses,
opening his mouth a little wider and wiggling his tongue in a kind of playful
sparring match with Elijah's. As he grew bolder and more accustomed to the
sensation of kissing another boy, Abel pushed his own tongue into Elijah's mouth,
swirling it around in nervous exploration. He tried to push from his mind the
awareness not only that he was kissing another boy, but also a dirty Field Negro.
The flavor of Elijah's saliva was disgusting at first, tasting like fish and cornbread,
but eventually Abel grew used to it and licked at Elijah's pearly white teeth and
purplish gums more enthusiastically.
James was delighted by the dramatic improvement in both boys' performances. It
was thrilling beyond belief to see two normal teenage boys, with healthy appetites
for teenage girls, slurping on one another's mouths simply because he'd ordered
them to do so. His dick now arched its reddish head toward his stomach, and he
stroked it from time to time as he watched his two beautiful slaves devouring one
But James was dying to explore as many of the moment's erotic possibilities as he
could before reaching climax. This was like one of the illegal sex shows that he'd
read about, the risqu‚ performances that took place in Boston's underground clubs.
Only it was his very own private show, the actors were his slaves, and HE was the
director of the action.
"That's enough," James said excitedly.
Abel pulled away from Elijah, gulped for air, and wiped off the drool that was
sliding down his chin, making sure the other hand still hid his dick from Elijah and
James. He hoped that the worst was over, but gained no reassurance from the wild
look in James's usually calm and friendly eyes.
"Take off your clothes, Elijah," James ordered.
Elijah stood up and fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. He shrugged it off his
shoulders and tossed it to the floor, then pushed his pants to the ground and stepped
out of them, completely naked. He reached instinctively to cover his crotch,
conscious of Abel's curious eyes taking in the sight of his naked body.
Abel was struck by the deep, chocolaty brown of Elijah's skin, as well as his
scrawny build and protruding ribcage, so different from his own light skin and
muscled, healthy build. He felt sorry for the boy, thinking guiltily of his own hearty
dinner the night before. Despite his sympathy for the boy, Abel thought Elijah
looked dirty and unhealthy, and hoped he wouldn't be ordered to touch the Field
Negro any more.
"I want to see you roll around on the bed together," James ordered. "Continue
kissing, but rub your bodies together at the same time."
Abel looked disoriented, and sought in James's eyes some sign of sympathy, some
confirmation that it was all just a playful prank. But all that met him there was the
cold, unfamiliar stare of a man in a crazed state of desire. The expression filled Abel
with dread and sorrow, for it was the same expression he'd seen in the face of
Master Walt's friend three years ago, before the man tried to rape him.
"Abel, lay on your back," James commanded gruffly. "Elijah, I want you to rub
against his body like you would if he was a pretty girl."
Abel resented being cast as the girl, but he knew he had no choice but to resign
himself to the assigned role. Scowling, he inched slowly back on the bed and lay flat
on his back, still covering his crotch. Elijah walked reluctantly to the edge of the
bed, and he too was still shielding his dick from Abel's view.
"Enough with the goddamn modesty!" James barked impatiently.
Abel flinched, unfamiliar with this darker, angrier side to Master James.
"But Master James," Abel pleaded. "Boys aren't supposed to be naked around each
other, at least not like this. This isn't you, Master James. You're not yourself
"Nope, it's him alright," Elijah mumbled, hoping only Abel would hear.
"From this point on, you're only to speak when spoken to, do you understand,
Abel?" James snarled angrily.
Gone were the fantasies of romance and companionship with his charming
houseboy. James knew he was sabotaging the tender friendship he'd initiated the
night before, and he hated himself for doing it. But he was a man possessed by
demons. The desire to enjoy, abuse, degrade, and control the beautiful mulatto
boy's body was far more intense and overpowering than the lapse of reason that for
a split second had seduced him with the dream of true friendship or romance with a
"Consider this an EDUCATION, Abel!" James continued feverishly. "And this
bedroom is your classroom. I'm trying to give you an education that will prove far
more valuable in your future life at Stampley Plantation than anything you'll find in
my Uncle's library. Do you understand?"
Elijah shot Abel a look that warned him not to argue any further.
"Yes, Master James," Abel sighed, staring at the ceiling and struggling to fight back
tears of disappointment and disillusionment. Master James was destroying all his
hopes of equality and companionship with the white man.
"Now both of you....remove those hands!" James ordered.
Elijah shut his eyes in embarrassment and dropped his hands. Abel gasped at the
sight of the young man's massive six inches, hanging long and thick over two
enormous, dark, low-hanging balls. He'd seen plenty of male genitals in Master
Walt's art books, and caught glimpses of his father's from time to time when the old
man got dressed in the morning, but he had no idea that a man's dick could be so
big, let alone a 14-year-old boy's.
Abel shyly uncovered his own dick, even more insecure and embarrassed now that
he'd seen the monster dangling between Elijah's legs. He thought his own four soft
inches looked shriveled and inferior in comparison.
Elijah climbed onto the bed, and clumsily positioned himself on all fours over Abel's
reclined body. He looked sheepishly over his shoulder at James, as if hoping the
man had changed his mind.
James stood near the edge of the bed, pumping his red, erect dick.
Elijah looked down at Abel, whose eyes were shut as if he were trying to meditate
his way out of the unpleasant circumstances. There was no denying the young man
was handsome, even handsomer than Lil Rooster, and if Abel lived in the slave
quarters he'd probably be more popular with the women than any buck on the
plantation. Elijah felt self-conscious of his gangly build and African features - his
wide nose with its flared nostrils; his thick, chapped lips; his crispy, kinky hair; and
his huge, dark dick. He envied Abel's refined, "white" features.
Elijah could tell Abel was scared, so he leaned down and whispered in the older
boy's ear: "It feels real gross at first, but if we give Massuh what he want, it'll be
over soon enough, don't worry."
Abel shut his eyes tightly and nodded nervously for Elijah to proceed. Elijah slowly
lowered himself until the entire length of his body was pressed against Abel's. He
lay still for a moment, wondering what he should do next. He nuzzled Abel's neck
and tensely kissed the older boy on the lips.
Abel stiffened, remembering Elijah's dirty appearance and thinking the boy had a
distinct, greasy odor. He took Elijah's advice to heart, however, and wrapped his
arms awkwardly around the dark-skinned boy's sweaty back.
As Elijah kissed Abel more deeply, he relaxed his body and moved his hips in a
sensual, circular motion. He grinded his crotch against Abel's smooth, muscular
stomach. He tried to imagine it was Laney beneath him, but the firmness of Abel's
body frustrated his fantasies and kept his dick from getting hard. He was still aware
of James's ogling eyes, however, and since he was desperate to stay in James's favor,
Elijah tried his damnedest to put on a satisfying show. He lowered his head to suck
on Abel's taut, dark-brown nipples, inspiring a moan of surprise from Abel. As he
licked the golden houseboy's nipples, Elijah pressed his hips deeper and faster into
the body beneath him, squishing his dick against Abel's stomach.
James stroked his dick eagerly, delighted by the sight of Elijah's gorgeous brown
bubble-butt, covered in a light sheen of sweat, rising and falling, rising and falling.
He laughed at the two boys' stiffness, but found their clumsy discomfort intensely
arousing. Part of him wanted to join in on the fun, but he decided to wait, knowing
his involvement would break the erotic spell of their awkward fumbling.
As he rubbed his body against Abel's with increasing speed and intensity, Elijah
moved too low, causing his dick to slip beneath Abel's balls and push against the
smooth, sweaty crevice of the houseboy's ass. Abel's eyes shot open in surprise, but
Elijah pretended not to notice and continued poking his thick but still-soft dick
against the older boy's ass-cheeks.
The warmth of Abel's most private region reminded Elijah of the pleasure he'd felt
when fucking Thad, and the fantasies he'd entertained while fondling Lil Rooster's
half-naked ass in the middle of the night. For several minutes, Elijah completely
forgot about Abel and Master James, and lost himself in a fantasy that it was LIL
ROOSTER lying beneath him. He imagined that it was Lil Rooster's cocky,
masculine face that he was devouring with kisses. He decided it was Lil Rooster, not
Abel, moaning and shifting uncomfortably beneath his gyrating body.
As he lost himself in these fantasies, Elijah's dick expanded against his will until it
was a throbbing nine inches poking at Abel's ass-crack, rudely demanding entrance.
Elijah savored the sweaty warmth of the fold beneath Abel's balls, and guiltily
imagined how good it would feel to push deeper and enter the older boy's most
private of places. He kissed Abel more deeply, moaning and licking the slick roof of
Abel's mouth. He thrashed wildly up and down, prodding against the houseboy's
backside with greater insistency.
Elijah wondered if Master James would be upset if he attempted to fuck Abel
without permission. He knew Abel wouldn't like it, but better him than me, Elijah
thought guiltily. He was pretty sure SOMEBODY was going to be fucked before the
day was over, and he sure as hell didn't want it to be him.
Abel grew accustomed to the weird but tolerable feeling of Elijah's sweaty body
squishing against his own, but he became alarmed when he felt the younger boy's
dick lengthening and hardening as it pushed against his ass. It was one thing for
Abel to let Master James put his dick inside him when he'd had no other choice, but
there was no way he was about to let another boy, especially a lowly Field Negro,
degrade him in such a painful way. When Abel felt the head of Elijah's dick pry
open his ass-crack and nudge against his asshole, he couldn't take it any more. He
pushed Elijah off of him and bolted upright in the bed.
"I can't, Master James!" Abel exclaimed, pointing to the stunned and embarrassed
Elijah, now flat on his back and sporting an enormous erection. "I know I let YOU
put your thing inside me, Master James, but please don't make me let HIM! He'll
split me in half with that thing!"
James stopped pumping his dick long enough to smile at Abel's sincere terror and
catch an eyeful of Elijah's expanded manhood.
"Now THAT'S what I like to see," James said, winking at Elijah. "Somebody's
ready to play."
"No, it ain't like that, Massuh James," Elijah stuttered, looking apologetically at
Abel. "I mean....I was just....I didn't mean to...."
"No need to apologize," James said, smiling devilishly. "You're just showing Abel
how these sessions are supposed to work. What do you say we give Abel here his
first taste of dick?"
Elijah looked hesitatingly in Abel's direction.
Abel gulped and shook his head vehemently. "Please no, Master James! I
can't....I just can't, Master James. I'll get sick, I'll throw up."
Abel hated that his lifetime of flawless, faithful service to white folks had all led up
to this threat of disgusting degradation, this one act of service he had to refuse. He
desperately wanted Master James's attention and affection, but not like this.
Anything but this. Just the THOUGHT of putting his face near another man's dick
made him nauseous.
"I'm sure Elijah thought the same thing before HIS first time," James assured him.
"And in less than a month, he's already turned into quite the expert cocksucker,
ain't that right, Elijah?"
Elijah's body stiffened in shame and annoyance, remembering Lil Rooster's insults.
"I 'spose, Massuh James," he agreed, not wanting to jeopardize the search for his
Abel looked at Elijah in amazement, dismayed as to how any self-respecting boy
could brag about doing something so degrading.
"Why don't you show Abel here how it's done?" James suggested, jumping to join
them on the bed. Kneeling, James grabbed a handful of Elijah's tangled, wooly hair,
shoved the boy down to all fours, and pushed his hard, pulsating pole against the
slave-boy's unwilling lips.
Abel stared on in shock and disgust as James jabbed his dick past Elijah's thick lips,
still wet from kissing Abel, causing Elijah to cry out in alarm as it hit the back of his
throat. James slowly withdrew his dick, covered in slimy spit, and shoved it back in
again just as deeply. Elijah's eyes were squeezed shut in miserable endurance, and
he moaned and choked with every brutal thrust.
At one point, Elijah gasped for air, and pried James's hands from the back of his
"I wanna show him another way," Elijah mumbled, looking up at James for
approval. With his right hand, he grabbed the base of James's dick, and slurped on
the upper half like a boy who hadn't eaten in days. He settled into a bearable
rhythm, bobbing up and down energetically, using his hand to keep the lower half of
James's dick enclosed in a warm, wet grip.
James leaned across Elijah's sloped back to grab a handful of the boy's fleshy
brown butt-cheeks, kneading and slapping them with surprising aggression.
Winking lecherously at Abel, James sucked his middle finger into his mouth, then
leaned over and slid it between the dark, clenched line of Elijah's ass-crack. He
repeated this several times, each time pushing his finger deeper and deeper between
the folds of Elijah's ass-cheeks.
Abel felt so sorry for Elijah that he had to look away. He also dreaded the possibility
that he'd be in the very same position within minutes. James caught him looking
away and yelled at him to watch. Elijah let out a muffled gasp of pain as James
pushed his slick middle finger past Elijah's tightly sealed asshole, resistant to
invasion after a three-day vacation from violation. Elijah slobbered on James's dick,
trying his hardest to show the enthusiasm he knew Master James desired, while
James smacked, groped, and fingered Elijah's ass.
James relished the sloppy, eager sucking of Elijah's thick lips on his dick, and he
concluded with satisfaction that the boy had developed some impressive skills over
the course of the past month.
But James was ready to bury his dick in a fresh virgin mouth. He slipped his dick
out of Elijah's mouth, and nodded for Abel to take the boy's place. Elijah gasped for
air and collapsed on his back in exhaustion and relief.
Abel stared at James's dick, slick with saliva and precum, and thought for sure he
was going to throw up. But never in his life had he disobeyed a white man, and he
couldn't start now. Doing so would only get him exiled to the fields, or worse. He
knew he had no choice but to submit to this unexpected fate, to learn how to
complete these new tasks with the excellence and diligence that had earned him such
a stellar reputation.
Abel positioned himself on all fours, just as Elijah had been, and looked fearfully at
the throbbing red creature staring him in the face. It was slick with Elijah's saliva,
and Abel grimaced at the thought of ingesting the other boy's spit. He nervously
grasped James's dick in his right friend, shut his eyes tightly, and placed its tip
between his thin, trembling lips. He held it between his lips like that for a moment,
not sure what to do, but grateful that Master James was letting him take his time.
James's cock tasted slimy and salty, and bittersweet precum oozed from its tip.
When Abel stopped to think what he was doing, he started to gag, and had to take
the dick out of his mouth for a gulp of fresh air. Master James stroked his crispy
dark curls, coaxing him to continue.
He put the dick back in his mouth, and attempted to fit another couple inches. But
again, the intrusion was too much, causing him to choke and sputter in disgust. Abel
looked back at Elijah, as if to ask, "How the hell did you do this?" But all Elijah
could do was shrug sympathetically and nod for Abel to continue lest he should
provoke Master James's impatience.
Recalling Elijah's trick, Abel formed a fist around the bottom half of James's dick
so that he wouldn't have to worry about taking it all in his mouth at once. He
wrapped his lips around the head and proceeded to bob up and down, like a hen
pecking at seeds. In this way, he developed a system that could keep him from
vomiting. James had to warn him a couple times about covering his teeth with his
lips, but eventually he figured out how to please his Master while sparing his own
mouth the severity of a full-on assault. When the stench and taste of dick became too
much for him, he pulled off to gasp for air, enjoying a desperately needed rest by
licking up and down the base of the shaft, or swirling his tongue around the dark-
pink edges of its circumcised head.
James sighed and hummed like it was the best blowjob ever. Abel wasn't as
experienced or talented as Elijah, but knowing that James's dick was the first the
young man had ever tasted, more than made up for the occasional teeth-scratches.
The sight of the gorgeous mulatto boy on all fours, worshipping his dick with grunts
and gasps and winces of embarrassed pain, nearly pushed James over the edge of
orgasm. To avoid bringing the morning to a premature halt, James pushed Abel off
his dick and gestured for Elijah to take James's place.
Abel winced when he realized his Master's intentions.
Still dazed from the assault on his own young body, Elijah crawled over to James
and perched on his knees so that both he and James were kneeling side by side, with
Abel before them on all fours.
Abel's eyes widened with anxiety when he saw Elijah's dick up close. Even though it
was now soft again, it still looked like a menacing python, threatening to coil and
strike at any moment. Abel also noticed the patch of curly kinky hair above Elijah's
cock, and felt grateful for his own nest of soft, crow-black pubic hair. Abel lifted the
heavy member with his right hand and placed the tip of it in his mouth.
Elijah sighed with pleasure at the feeling of his dick being engulfed in a hot, wet
mouth. James had only sucked his dick once before, and while Elijah remembered it
feeling good, it was also frustratingly brief and incomplete. The feel of Abel's lips
surrounding his thick manhood felt terrific, and he found himself wishing the
houseboy was more confident and experienced, so that Elijah could bury his entire
shaft down Abel's throat.
Abel sucked tentatively on the tip of Elijah's cock, like a kitten testing a bowl of
milk presented to it by a stranger. Abel's clumsy licks and slurps and sucking
brought Elijah's cock quickly to life, until it looked like a thick tree-branch slapping
and poking Abel in the face. Abel stretched his mouth as wide as he could to receive
Elijah's manhood, but he could only manage two or three inches at a time without
Elijah was torn between sympathy for Abel and the urgent, selfish need to enjoy the
pleasures of the older boy's body. He knew firsthand the difficulty and humiliation
of taking a dick in one's mouth, but he also craved the pleasure he knew it could
provide. As his enjoyment mounted, Elijah's selfish desires took complete possession
of him. He seized Abel by the neck and rocked his hips, gently at first, then more
urgently, thrusting his dick deeper and deeper into Abel's panicking mouth.
For some reason, the houseboy's light skin only fueled Elijah's frenzy. All roles were
thrillingly reversed: House Nigger serving Field Nigger, Older worshipping
Younger, Mulatto in submission to African. Elijah shoved his dick in and out of
Abel's mouth with increasing speed and violence, watching with guilty excitement as
slobber and precum oozed out of the corners of Abel's mouth and dripped down his
While Elijah pummeled Abel's mouth, James turned his attention to the handsome
houseboy's muscled, hairless ass. He looked down and shook his head in breathless
amazement that any young man's ass could be so perfect. Crouching behind Abel,
James buried his face between Abel's firm, perfectly rounded buttocks. He inhaled
the sweet, musky scent of mulatto-boy-ass. He sniffed hungrily at Abel's asshole,
savoring its smell of soap and sweat. Eager for a taste of the young man's near-
virgin rosebud, James darted his tongue deep into Abel's ass-crack until it poked
against the tightly sealed opening buried inside.
Abel cried out in surprise, but in doing so he only allowed Elijah's cock easier access
to the back of his throat. Abel remembered James's bizarre fascination with his
shit-hole during their bath the night before, but this was taking things to a whole
new level. Abel could only conclude that any person deriving pleasure from licking
another male's asshole must be afflicted with the gravest of mental illnesses.
But James was deliriously happy as he lapped greedily at his 16-year-old houseboy's
asshole. As he pressed his tongue against the tiny opening, demanding entrance to
the secret treasures of Abel's rectum, James smacked and grasped at Abel's firm
buttocks. He still couldn't believe that such a flawless ass belonged to HIM. He
owned it, and could enjoy it as many times and in as many ways as he wished. He
could massage it, lick it, spank it, finger it, whip it, or fuck it any time he felt the
inclination. He could take pleasure from Abel's body hundreds, maybe even
THOUSANDS, of times over the next few years, until the slave-boy no longer held
any physical appeal for him.
Deep down, James knew Abel was more than just a pretty ass. He recalled with a
pang of regret the young man's eager friendliness the night before. James
acknowledged that Abel was a smart, sensitive young man with hopes, fears, and
dreams just like anyone else. If James chose to free Abel from slavery, he knew the
young houseboy could easily become a successful writer, politician, teacher, or
businessman. But the possibilities within James's reach were too seductive to pass
up, and James realized with shame that he lacked the moral strength and willpower
to do the right thing. Still, there was something liberating in this conclusion, and
James surrendered to the carnal pleasures of the moment.
Intoxicated by the musky smell of Abel's teenage ass, and worked to a fever pitch of
desire by the sounds of Abel slurping and moaning and gagging on Elijah's thick
cock, James decided it was time to plunder the treasure that had offered up such
exquisite pleasures the night before. He spit into his hand and stroked his dick until
it was slick with saliva. He spread Abel's buttocks and aimed the head of his dick at
the houseboy's tiny pink asshole. With one brutal thrust, James broke past its
protective opening and slowly sank his dick into the warm, ecstatic squishiness of
Abel screamed from the pain of the unexpected violation, and shot James a careless
look of anger and resentment.
James felt badly for hurting the young man, he honestly did, but the sensation of
Abel's asshole clutching at his dick was just too intense to resist. He pushed his dick
in slowly at first, circling it around Abel's rectum in deliberate exploration. The
urge to possess the boy's body completely soon overwhelmed him, however. He
grabbed Abel's hips and accelerated the speed and force of his thrusts until he was
bucking violently into Abel's backside.
Abel smashed his face into the bed, hoping at least to have a reprieve from Elijah's
oral assault while James slammed into him from behind. Elijah was close to the
brink of orgasm, however, and unwilling to abandon the addictive pleasures of
Abel's mouth. Elijah grabbed Abel by the chin and shoved his throbbing manhood
deep into Abel's weary mouth. Impaled on both ends, Abel lurched painfully
between James's dick pumping in and out of his aching asshole, and Elijah's dick
stretching his sore mouth.
As Elijah watched James thrash into Abel's asshole like a madman, he felt suddenly
envious. He had a nagging curiosity to know if the mulatto boy's ass felt as good as
Thad's had felt. He wondered if James would allow him to sample Abel's ass in
addition to Abel's mouth. He didn't want to betray a fellow slave. But at the same
time, he knew that since Abel had no contact with the slave-cabin community, this
was a rare opportunity to explore his new desire in a way that wouldn't hurt his
little brother or expose himself as a "pussy-boy" to his friends.
Elijah made sheepish eye contact with Master James.
"Massuh James," he spoke up nervously. "I was hopin' maybe I
might....ummmmm....you know....try doin' what you'se doin'?"
Abel grunted in protest, his mouth still full of dick. There was no doubt in his mind
that taking Elijah's monstrous cock up his butt would almost certainly kill him. At
the very least, it would cause irreparable damage to his insides. He shot Elijah a
look of surprise and anger for betraying him so casually.
James paused in mid-thrust, and broke into a surprised smile. He felt a mix of
shame and satisfaction about Elijah's transformation. In less than a month, James
had taken an innocent, na‹ve Negro boy, shocked and disgusted by all forms of sex
between males, and corrupted him to the point that he was now practically
BEGGING to fuck another boy in the ass. James could never have imagined such a
change was possible on that first night with the scared, reluctant slave-boy. He
wondered if THIS was the ultimate power of slavery, the ability to completely alter
another human being's personality and desires. It was a tantalizing idea, and James
found himself eager to watch the evolution continue, not just with Elijah, but also
Abel, and Thad, and dozens of other slave-boys and men whose lives he could
disrupt and transform with just a snap of his fingers.
Without saying a word, James pulled his dick out of Abel, moved to the side, and
motioned for Elijah to take his place. Elijah removed his dick from Abel's mouth
and hobbled on his knees to position himself behind Abel. Abel rested his head on
the bed, his taut golden butt still arched into the air.
Elijah's heart raced wildly in anticipation of the conquest to come. He looked down
at Abel's wrinkled asshole, still sloppy-wet from James's spit. Elijah watched it
open wide, then shut, wide, then shut, panting in anticipation of another assault.
Elijah knew he should find this repulsive, but for some reason he felt only awe and
lust at the sight of the strange, private body part.
Nervous and inexperienced, Elijah fumbled to place the tip of his cock against the
inviting entrance. James kneeled nearby, eagerly watching Elijah's every move.
Elijah pushed clumsily against Abel's asshole. Already loosened to accommodate
James, it stretched to receive the much thicker head of Elijah's dick. Elijah
shuddered with pleasure at the first sensation of penetrating the houseboy's insides.
Abel moaned in response to the increased size of the violation, and grasped at the
bed-sheets in a kind of silent scream.
Elijah pushed with all his strength to sink his thick manhood past the stubborn
resistance of Abel's narrow rectal walls. He watched in delirious pleasure as inch by
inch of his massive pole was sucked deeper and deeper into the houseboy's slippery
As soon as the invasion was complete, with all nine inches lodged in Abel's clenched
asshole, Elijah jerked like a wild stallion trying to toss its rider. The sensations of
having his dick entombed between the firm, golden round globes of Abel's buttocks
were even better than he remembered them being with Thad, and Elijah wished
they could last for hours. He slammed his body mercilessly into the body beneath
him, pulling Abel backwards by the hips so that his dick was swallowed to the hilt
with every eager thrust. Elijah once again imagined Lil Rooster in Abel's place. He
wanted to prove himself by stuffing his dick in the ass of the cocky boy who had so
obnoxiously and hurtfully challenged his manhood.
Abel screamed like a woman giving birth. He felt Elijah stabbing his insides like a
dagger, and he half-expected Elijah's dick to rip through his throat and burst out of
his mouth at any minute.
Afraid that Abel's violent screams would wake the entire plantation, James hobbled
forward on his knees, lifted Abel so that the boy was on all fours again, and waved
his dick in Abel's face. It was covered in a thick coating of spit, precum, and ass-
slime, and Abel dry-wretched at the sight of it. He was thankful he hadn't eaten
anything since the night before.
Abel shook his head desperately, wanting to please Master James but incapable of
cooperating with such a revolting request. James pressed his dick insistently against
Abel's lips, smacking them with it and wiping a string of pre-cum and ass-juice
across the boy's chin. Abel shuddered in disgust. But conscious of nothing but his
own compulsions, James used his hands to pry open Abel's mouth and fill it with his
messy appendage. Abel crinkled his nose in disgust at the taste of his own insides.
James stuffed Abel's mouth with his prick, rinsing it off with every thrust down the
traumatized boy's throat. James could tell by Elijah's quick, raspy breaths that the
boy was going to explode at any minute, so he adapted the pace of his pumping to
match the speed and intensity of Elijah's fucking.
Abel's stiffness and screams subsided, and his defeated body now lunged limply in
whatever direction the dicks impaling him demanded. For a moment, James
wondered if the boy had fainted from the assault. For several minutes, the room
echoed with nothing but the sound of Elijah's large testicles slapping against Abel's
sweaty, slimy ass.
The sight of Abel's body, stretched in submission before him, was too much for
James, and he flooded Abel's mouth with thick, tangy cum. Surprised and
disgusted, Abel reared back from the rush of hot fluid filling his mouth, but James
gripped Abel's head so that his dick stayed lodged in his mouth, dumping every last
drop into the degraded boy's mouth and throat. Abel stubbornly sealed off his
throat, which caused him to sputter and choke so badly that cum and slobber spilled
out the corners of his mouth.
Elijah saw James's climax and worried that the selfish white man might conclude
the show before letting Elijah enjoy his own climax. Elijah bucked vigorously in and
out of Abel's ass, deep and hard and fast, until the warmth and friction of Abel's
insides became so intense that he could feel his juices rushing toward release. He
pushed Abel flat against the bed, collapsed on top of him, and nuzzled the
houseboy's neck. With one final, furious jerk of his body, Elijah spewed what
seemed like bucketfuls of his steamy 14-year-old semen into the houseboy's
prostrate body. His scrawny frame literally shook with pleasure from the most
powerful orgasm of his young life. He followed this up with several mini-thrusts to
wring every last drop from his dick, savoring the sweet euphoria of spilling his seed
deep inside another young man's body.
Abel burrowed his face into the bed in humiliation as he felt Elijah's scalding juices
splattering deep into his bowels. Next to his face was a puddle of semen and slobber
that had leaked from his weary mouth.
Never before had Abel felt so dirty and degraded. His throat was raw and swollen,
and his asshole felt like it was engulfed in flames. Even worse than the PHYSICAL
trauma, however, was the despair and humiliation of being exploited and degraded
like a common animal. After all the years he'd taken pride in his dignified service,
proper speech, fancy clothes, and refined manners, this is what he'd been reduced
to: a naked, helpless "nigger" with dicks crammed into his mouth and ass.
But was this what he'd ALWAYS been? Had he simply deluded himself to think he
deserved the respect and admiration of white folks? When Master Walt called him
"special," or white people praised his good looks, was this what they pictured? If
one took away the nice clothes and special privileges, wasn't he just a dirty, common
nigger like Elijah? If Master Walt was still alive, would he rush to Abel's rescue, or
join his nephew's sadistic fun? Abel felt more alone and abandoned than he'd ever
felt in his life, and a stray tear escaped down his tan, freckled cheek.
Elijah lay atop Abel's body, panting with relief and exhilaration. Before meeting
Master James, he never imagined such pleasure existed in the world. Surely fucking
a girl couldn't feel any better? He felt guilty for showing Abel so little mercy, but
rationalized it by telling himself he was only PERFORMING for Master James. He
was playing a part, as a strategy to stay in James's favor and ensure the continued
search for his father.
Still, he'd VOLUNTEERED to fuck Abel, which sort of made him an accomplice,
not a victim, to James's abusiveness. Maybe Lil Rooster was right, Elijah reflected
uneasily. Maybe Master James was actually turning him into a "pussy-boy" after
all. But he only enjoyed GIVING dick, not TAKING it, Elijah reassured himself. At
least he wasn't like that slave Nelson that Lil Rooster was telling him about. At least
he didn't crave sucking dick, or getting fucked. At least not yet.
James collapsed beside the panting, sweaty bodies of his two slave-boys, and threw
his arm across Elijah's back. He felt dizzy and elated. The air was thick with the
smells of sweat, saliva, semen, and teenage Negro flesh, combining to create a rich,
musky, intoxicating odor.
This was the closest thing to paradise on earth, James thought to himself: this
unrestricted access to a limitless supply of beautiful Negro boys like Abel and
Elijah. It staggered the imagination to picture a future of day after day, month after
month, year after year of mornings just like this, infinite possibilities for erotic
adventures with boys and men of all ages, smells, sizes, skin complexions, and
Just as he'd corrupted Elijah and degraded Abel, James could determine the fates
of every single one of Stampley Plantation's 248 slaves. He could orchestrate erotic
entanglements involving countless combinations and taboos: older with younger,
friend with friend, friend with enemy, father with son, daughter with mother,
brother with brother. The possibilities were endless. Sure, the slaves on his
plantation were complex, breathing, feeling human beings. But they were also
players in a private theatrical production he could manipulate and enjoy for the rest
of his life. Because they were his puppets, and he was their puppeteer.