Date: Mon, 22 Jan 2018 02:17:21 +0000 (UTC) From: Christian Debus Subject Master of River's Bend Chapter 19 Master of River's Bend Chapter 19 "After Dinner Entertainment" Nifty.org copy This is a story of erotic fiction meant to be read by adults over the age of eighteen years Posted by Jean-Christophe: January, 2018 My stories are archived at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Jean-Christophe_Stories "The characters and ideas contained in this story are products of the writer's imagination and bear no resemblance to actual persons or events. Please respect the integrity of the story and don't do any rewrites, make alterations or add another's artwork or pictures" Please consider donating! Nifty needs your financial support to continue publishing these stories. If you'd like to help, please donate to http://donate nifty.org/donate.html Chapter: 19 "Ramses, take you place alongside Ptolemy! And stand at display!" Ramses obeys Massa Charles' command and hurries into position alongside Ptolemy. Still unsure of the position demanded of him he castes a furtive sideway glance towards Ptolemy and adopts the same position as his cousin by standing with his feet apart, his body held rigidly erect with his head bowed in submission, his hand clasped behind his back and resting on his ass. Now, he is forgotten about - temporarily - and ignored as the three Black men continue to talk about the plantation and its operations. Ramses is being introduced to his new role of being a mute, uncomprehending witness to his master's conversations. Massa Charles considers his slaves as non-persons and he has no hesitation in talking freely in their presence. In time, Ramses will learn to "switch-off" as his Black betters socialize and he'll pay no heed to what they say. His focus will always center on them and anticipating their needs; he'll stand ready to smartly step forward to serve them without ever being commanded to. Massa Charles demands no less from his house-slaves and woe betide them should they fail to give satisfaction. But for now, he is prepared to cut Ramses some slack - but not for long. The new slave will be expected to learn and learn quickly. Every so often, Ptolemy steps forward to top up the wine glasses of the three men before stepping back and resuming his place at Ramses' side. Ramses - anticipating the he'll be expected to act similarly - watches with deep interest. Fearing his Master's anger, he is eager to learn to please. As the evening progresses, Massa Charles, Boss Edward and Sir Yancy become more relaxed. This is especially so of Sir Yancy who is unused to wine. As a slave, the drinking of alcohol had been forbidden him but in the past, he'd surreptiously sampled it in the Trevannion household and quite liked the taste. Had he been caught the punishment would have been harsh; he'd have been soundly flogged for his temerity in emulating his white betters by drinking his master's wine. Such an action would have been tantamount to stealing from his owner and a serious misdemeanor on his part. Now however, he is a free man and able to do as he pleases. And the drinking of Charles' superb, imported French wine is proving most enjoyable. "Charles, the hour is growing late." Edward states. "Before you mentioned something about after dinner entertainment. What did you have in mind?" "Edward, you are right to remind me of the time." Charles replies. "I am really enjoying your company and that of young Yancy and I have quite overlooked the lateness of the hour. Ptolemy go to the kitchen and fetch Horus and Osiris and bring them to the dining-room." Ptolemy hastens to do Massa's bidding and within seconds he returns followed by the two outdoor slaves. The two are subdued; they know what is to happen and that they have been called upon to entertain their Master, Boss Edwards and the newly arrived Sir Yancy. And they know what is expected of them. They are to be made to fuck. But who'll be on the receiving end of his brother's cock is yet to be decided. It's an invidious situation for them; whatever, the outcome they both loose. Neither Horus or Osiris relish the thought of having his brother's cock pounding into his ass or inserting his own cock into his brother's ass. They have been in this situation before and, at such times, they keenly feel the weight of the shame and humiliation of their slavery. For both brothers their familial ties are still strong. However from their Master's perspective they are merely slaves and he doesn't permit slaves to retain family connections. While Massa Charles knows and appreciates they are brothers - after all that was their initial appeal to him - they are now slaves on the same level as any other domestic animal. He has no qualms about making them fuck one another and neither should they. Normally, the choice of who fucks who has been at the whim of either Charles or Edward and it reflected their preference as to which slave they wanted to do the fucking and which one will be fucked. At other times, this has been decided by the flip of a coin or the cutting of a pack of cards. The hour is growing late and Charles is in a hurry to finish dinner and retire to his bedchamber with his newest slave. He looks over to where Ramses is standing and he is overcome with lust. Fucking the new heir of River's Bend Plantation will be a double pleasure. There is the satisfaction he'll feel as he extracts retribution on the youngest member of the hated St Jean family and there'll be the added bonus of much sexual pleasure from the act. Tonight, he foregoes the tossing of the coin or the cutting of a card pack and he decides Horus will fuck Osiris. Of the two, he knows Osiris resents being fucked whereas Horus is less affected. On these occasions, Osiris barely conceals his anger but his fear of incurring his Master's wrath overcomes his resentment and humiliation and he meekly submits. Both slaves are magnificent animals with fine clearly defined muscular bodies. And the actual coupling of their bodies brings into play an erotic display of raw, masculine beauty. It's always a pleasure to watch them as the breed. But for now, Charles wishes to gaze upon their exposed ass-holes - something he always enjoys doing. He has long regarded the pucker as one of the most attractive features of a slave's body and he barks the order. "On all fours". Instantly, Horus and Osiris kneel on all fours; spread their legs as wide as possible to present their asses to the scrutiny of their Master and his guests who are rewarded with the tantalizing sight of the slaves' muscular backsides with their cinched balls hanging low between their thighs. After savoring this for several moments, Charles raps out the command to. "Display". The brothers scramble to obey their Master by leaning forward and pressing their chests to the floor with hands, palms down, on either side of their heads. This opens wide their ass-cracks and exposes their anuses to full view. Edward leans forward for a closer look and licks his lips at the sight of the two puckered holes "winking" at him. He is always fascinated at the way a slave's hole involuntarily opens and closes once the slave is in this position. It seems to him that the ass-holes have minds of their own and are sending out an invitation for a cock - any cock - to fuck them. He reflects on the beauty of the two anuses. Both slave's holes are a delicate shade of rose-pink which blends into the rich, deep brown color of their muscular buttocks. And Edward knows from experience that both holes are tight, moist and offer magnificent sex. "Osiris, assume the fuck position, "Charles announces his decision, "and Horus, prepare to fuck him." Horus leaps to his feet while Charles smiles as he notes Osiris' barely concealed look of resentment as he immediately drops onto all fours and spreads his legs. "Ptolemy," Charles commands, "lubricate them." From his position standing against the wall, Ramses watches as his cousin begins to masturbate; soon Ptolemy delivers a sizeable quantity of cum into his waiting, cupped hand. Then he quickly uses this to slick the Horus' cock before working the remainder into his brother's exposed asshole. With Osiris now fully open and exposed, Horus positions himself behind his brother and begins an entry into the waiting asshole. Both slaves grunt as Horus' generous sized cock slowly works its way up the resisting anus. "Horus, thrust in and slow fuck", Charles orders, "and Osiris, work that ass as though you're enjoying it," "Yes Massa, thank you Massa" both slaves answer as one as they obey their Master's instruction. Charles orders Ptolemy to refill the coffee cups, as he, Edward and Yancy settle back in their chairs to enjoy the spectacle of the two slaves fucking. Horus slowly drives the entire length of his enormous prick up the straining hole then begins a slow partial withdrawal before once more plunging back ball-deep within Osiris' body. Soon both slaves are moaning and their bodies are covered in sex sweat. Ramses watches the spectacle of his fellow slaves' rutting with a mixture of horror and revulsion that the two can be made to degrade themselves simply because their Master commands they do so. It does bring home to him the true nature of slavery and the helplessness of the enslaved. Yet, at the same time, a tremor of something - he's not sure of what - ripples through his body. Is it in anticipation of his own imminent deflowering by Massa Charles? Once more, Ramses hears the sounds of fornication; the labored breathing and loud grunting of the two brothers, the slicking sound as Horus partially withdraws his cock from Osiris' ass before once more plunging back deep into his brother's now eager hole and the slapping of Horus' heavy balls against Osiris' muscular ass-cheeks. He smells the intoxicating scent of man-sex which acts as an aphrodisiac upon him. His cock is rigidly hard and throbs with expectation. And this doesn't go unnoticed by Massa Charles. Horus and Osiris offer a display of masculine beauty that neither Ramses nor Yancy had seen before. They are sweating copiously and the lights from the flickering candelabras bathe their gleaming bodies in a golden glow that highlights the stress their fucking places on their straining bodies. Ramses watches entranced at the working of the different muscle groups in both slaves' bodies but he is particularly taken with the clenching and unclenching of Horus' powerful buttocks as he continues to fuck. Without saying a word, Charles rises from the table and walks to a wall cupboard, opens the door and looks at the selection of canes and whips neatly arranged inside. Slowly and deliberately, he examines each of the whips, loudly cracking them in the air. Next he tries out the flexibility of the various canes before choosing. He smiles with satisfaction as he sees his slaves flinch at the sounds. They visibly shudder at the inevitability of feeling the caress of either a leather whip or a flexible cane on their backs and buttocks. Finally satisfied with his choice of a long, flexible, rattan cane, Charles walks towards the rutting slaves swishing the cane through the air. "Faster, fuck faster!" Charles shouts at Horus as, at the same time, he viciously lays the cane across the slave's bare ass. The slave screams in pain and is rewarded with another cruel cut. Re-acting to the cane Horus thrusts deeper into Osiris and begins a furious pumping. "Fuck, you lazy bastard, use your ass muscles to milk his cock." Charles instructs Osiris as he lays the cane twice across the slave's shoulders and upper back. For the first time, Ramses is seeing a newer, crueler side to his Master's nature and he doesn't like what he sees. Suddenly he is scared to the point of being petrified at the prospect of being this man's slave for life. Silently, he prays to be delivered from this nightmare and to be allowed to return to his parents' home. And yet, even as he prays, he knows his pray won't be answered. He is doomed to a lifetime of this slavery under Massa Charles. Hoping to avoid any further punishment, both slaves continue to fuck as though their lives depend on it. For his part, Horus thrusts even harder as Osiris clinches his hole to firmly grip the invading cock. Using his strong ass-muscles, Osiris begins to work the prick buried deep within him. Soon, both slaves are sweating even more copiously and panting from their exertions. Satisfied, Charles stands back and looks lustfully at the two slaves. The only sounds to be heard are their loud grunting and panting, the slurping of one slave's cock as it works his brother's ass-hole and of naked flesh slapping against naked flesh. Yancy, for his part, is relishing the sight of this frantic activity by the two young, muscular bodies performing for his entertainment. The muscles in Horus' back ripple under their coating of sweat whilst his buttocks, with their two livid red stripes, supported atop his rigid thighs, flex with each thrust of his cock. At the sight of the slave's thrusting ass, Yancy feels a tingling in his groin and slowly his own prick begins to harden and lengthen. He is overwhelmed with the urge to join the slaves in their fucking. He decides to ask Charles to be allowed to use both Horus and Osiris in the very near future. From what Yancy can see Osiris' asshole is being well stretched and will no doubt be too loose to give an enjoyable fuck for several days; it will need time to recover from the ravishing it's receiving from Horus' cock. Whereas Horus' ass should be very tight from the workout it is receiving. He'll fuck Horus first and save Osiris until another time. That will be something to look forward to. "Massa, Massa! UGH! UGH! Your slave is ...close to coming". Horus desperately informs his Master. "STOP!" shouts Charles as he once more lays the cane across the slave's buttocks. "STOP, YOU DON"T HAVE MY PERMISSION TO COME!" Turning to Osiris, Charles viciously swings the cane down onto his upper back. The slave yelps with pain and is rewarded with another cut of the cane. This is enough to silence both slaves and to stop them fucking. They passively await further instructions. "You may withdraw your cock." Charles finally instructs Horus. "Thank you, Massa." Both slaves reply. Charles laughs out loud at their replies. He knows of their frustration at not being allowed to conclude their fucking. However, he won't allow them to ejaculate. This denial of sexual release serves to re-enforce his control of their bodies and does, of course, hold them in a state of constant preparedness to serve his own sexual needs. Both slaves wait for their Master's next command to dismiss. However he still has one more item of entertainment for Edward and Yancy. Turning to where Ptolemy and Ramses are standing he orders, "Ramses, step forward!" Ramses is unprepared but his fear of his Master propels him forward. He falls to his knees and crouches as he kisses Massa Charles' feet. "Ramses, I have a chore for you! Clean Horus' cock." Ramses hesitates. How is he to clean his fellow slave's cock? Should he go to the kitchen for water, soap and a cloth? Charles see the look of bemusement on Ramses face and mischievously, he decides to "toy" with his new slave. "Well boy! Do it! Why are you hesitating?" Trembling at the prospect of incurring his Master's wrath, Ramses struggles to answer, His fear of Massa Charles has made his mouth dry and he finds it hard to speak. Finally, he blurts out. "Massa, I don't know how to, Massa." "You have much to learn before you please me, Ramses. You have a mouth and a tongue don't you? Well then, use them. Take Horus' cock in your mouth and suck it clean." The thought of taking the befouled cock into his mouth revolts Ramses. Just moments ago it had been buried deep within Osiris' ass and now Massa is demanding that he take it into his mouth and suck it clean. His empty belly heaves at the thought. Charles is losing patience and applies the cane to Ramses shoulders. "DO AS YOU ARE TOLD, SLAVE!" Once more the cane cuts across Ramses back and wishing to avoid any further pain he scuttles across the floor to where Horus is waiting. Ramses kneels in front of him and surveys the semi-tumescent cock. He leans forward, opens his mouth and tentatively licks around the cockhead. The taste of the cock isn't as he imagined it would be. Indeed, as he takes it into his mouth, Ramses discovers that it isn't as unpleasant as he'd thought. The bulbous head fills his mouth and Ramses sucks hard and uses his tongue to lick around the shaft. True, there is the residual smell and taste of Osiris' ass but to the inexperienced Ramses it's a new experience and not a wholly unpleasant one. Somewhere in the background he hears Boss Edward and Sir Yancy laughing as he sucks on Horus' cock. He blushes as Sir Yancy declares. "The boy is a real cocksucker. I always thought he was and now I know for sure. I look forward to him sucking my cock." "As do I, Yancy!" Boss Edward replies. Ramses does his best to ignore the taunts of his former slave and the chief overseer. He is learning that a slave isn't entitled to feel shame or embarrassment at any of his Master's comments or jibes. The longer he sucks the cock, the easier it becomes. His throat muscles relax allowing him to take more of the cock into his mouth and down his gullet. Obviously, this is affecting Horus; Ramses feels the gradual swelling of the cock stuffing his mouth. As he struggles to accommodate Horus' burgeoning erection, he hears Massa tell the slave. "Horus, you have my permission to cum!" Horus needs no second bidding, Denied relief when he'd fucked his brother, he is determined to unload as quickly as possible. He grabs hold of Ramses head to steady it against his thrusting and begins to pump his hips. Ramses begins to panic at the invasion of his throat and coughs and splutters as Horus quickens his pace. Ramses hears Boss Edward speaking to him. "Boy, you're lucky that it's a puny white cock fucking your mouth and not a black one. Still that's something you'll need to learn. A slave has two holes both of which are there to service black cock. I'm right aren't I, Charles?" "Indeed you are, Edward. And he'll be servicing my black cock very shortly. Wind it up, Horus! It's getting late." After a few more thrusts, Horus arches his back and begins to ejaculate. Ramses feels the semen discharging into his mouth and down throat and he is forced to swallow hard. Even so, he is no match for the copious discharge as Horus pumps string after string of scorching cum into his mouth and gullet. Horus holds his head steady and vainly Ramses struggles against the onslaught to no avail. Soon the semen runs out of the corner of Ramses' mouth and drips onto his heaving chest. Then, as suddenly as it had begun, it finishes. Ramses feels the cock deflate in his mouth and as Massa Charles, Boss Edward and Sir Yancy talk among themselves, he hears Horus whisper not unkindly, "Suck it clean, Ramses! Massa will inspect my cock to see it's clean." Horus withdraws his now flaccid cock from Ramses mouth and as he'd said Massa does inspect it for cleanliness. Satisfied, Massa dismisses Horus and Osiris and several minutes later, Boss Edward takes his leave. Charles orders Ptolemy to escort Ramses to his bedchamber where he is to wait on his knees for Charles arrival. And then, Ptolemy is to take himself to Sir Yancy's room where he too is to wait on his knees for Massa's young prot‚g‚. To be continued ...............