Date: Thu, 8 Jan 2015 05:38:01 +0000 (UTC) From: Christian Debus Subject: Re: "Master of River's Bend" Chapter 4 (Gay Male / Interracial) Master of River's Bend By Jean-Christophe Chapter 4 "Luke Yields to His Dark Desires" Written by Jean-Christophe: January, 2015 My stories are archived at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Jean-Christophe_Stories "The characters and ideas contained in this story are products of the writer's imagination and bear no resemblance to actual persons or events. Please respect the integrity of the story and don't do any rewrites, make alterations or add another's artwork or pictures" Please consider donating: Nifty needs financial support to continue bringing these stories to their readers. If you'd like to help financially, please donate to http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Chapter 4: Luke's proximity to the toiling slaves is proving more than mortal flesh can bear. He's not sure of the reason why but his cock, already erect from its encounter with Ptolemy, is massively erect and possesses a rigidity he's never experienced previously. Perhaps it is their unabashed nakedness which gives them an animal-like appearance. Or is it the raw, earthy smell of their unwashed bodies and copious sweating adding to the arousing scent of their male essence. Some would find the slaves malodorous but Luke finds their scent is a powerful aphrodisiac and his cock is responding to it most admirably. Luke estimates there are twenty mustee slaves in the gang under his scrutiny and all are, without exception, prime specimens of young manhood. And their total nudity gives Luke the opportunity to study their impressive physiques unimpeded and he isn't disappointed. All twenty are young - Luke estimates that not one is over thirty - and in the prime of their servitude. Obviously, their duties are onerous but this has had the effect of honing their bodies to physical perfection and toning their hard muscles into veritable powerhouses of raw energy. Luke watches as half their number swing their scythes with an easy grace - one obviously gained from untold hours of unremitting practice. Their muscular torsos twist and turn with each sweep of the scythes and provide Luke with an almost balletic spectacle of naked, male beauty. The tendons in their legs tauten and stretch as they work and the firm muscles of their pert, shapely buttocks flex erotically under the strain of their labors. Following behind are their fellow slaves who are no less impressive but their duties have them bent at the waist scooping up armfuls of the freshly cut stalks of grain and tying them into sheaves ready to be gathered up and taken into the threshing sheds. They are bent double and are prevented from straightening up by the impatient whips of their black overseers. Luke gazes salaciously as these slaves follow behind their upright companions. Bent as they are with their heads lowered and their asses elevated, they present him with a most lewd sight. With their legs splayed wide to give them balance, nothing is hidden from his sight. Their low swinging balls hang lopsidedly in the day's heat and their sweaty, puckering assholes are stretched wide and open to any onlooker's lascivious stare. All twenty slaves are of the same coppery-gold color but it's obvious to Luke that they were once all light-skinned before the sun's rays darkened their hides. As confirmation of this each differs from his companion in the color of his hair and of his eyes. Their hair color covers a broad spectrum from tousle-headed blonds through varying shade of brunette to heads of thick, black curls. The same is true of their eye color; some of the slaves have eyes which reflect the brilliant blue of a cloudless sky while other eyes mirror the grey-green of the nearby river or the warm brown of the rich soil beneath the slaves' feet. Luke is surprised at these variations between the slaves. Quite obviously these mustees exhibit the genetic traits of their white progenitors rather than those of their African forebears. All the slaves are unkempt; their glistening, muscular bodies are streaked with the detritus and sweat of their labors. Luke wonders how long it has been since they were last allowed to cleanse themselves. Their chins are covered in the thick stubble of their beards and their heads are cropped; although, Luke feels hacked rather than cropped is a more accurate description. Their hair is ragged and appears to have been cut either with a serrated knife blade or a pair of blunt scissors. All are sweating profusely and their sweat-sodden body hair is matted on to their chests, bellies and limbs. The beads of their sweat coalesce into little rivulets that meander down over the hills and valleys of their muscular torsos to finally moisten and darken their untidy, overgrown pubes. Forbidden to pause to wipe away the salty perspiration from their brows, they must endure the sweat stinging their eyes and irritating the lash marks on their lacerated backs. Luke watches as the sweat drips endlessly from the end of the slaves' noses and the tips of their drooping cocks moistening the dry soil beneath them. And Luke notices that all the slaves are, like Ptolemy, circumcised. As the slaves work, Luke sees the abstract pattern of whip-marks upon their broad shoulders and strong backs. Some of these lash marks are fading to reddish-purple and speak of the past suffering they endured while there are livid, more recent stripes which tell of their current pain. And even as Luke watches the overseers use their whips constantly to spur their wretched charges to greater effort. The sight of the slaves and their plight stirs Luke; his cock strains within the close confines of his undergarments and he feels the sticky seepage of his precum moistening the front of his trousers; an event that doesn't go unnoticed by Ptolemy. Luke fantasizes about working alongside the mustee bucks and the thought both arouses and repulses him. One part of him - the long held fantasy of serving as a slave - dominates his thoughts. And yet he is fearful of such ever being the situation. As he looks upon the slaves he is troubled by the hopelessness of their situation. Their abject nakedness, their never-ending wretchedness, the unremitting hard labor and the pain they must endure under the cruel whips of their black overlords dehumanizes them and reduces them to a sub-human level which makes it easier for Massa Charles to see them as mere beasts-of-burden and to hold them in lifelong bondage. And while Luke understands and sympathizes with the slaves' plight, he knows that as the possible heir to River's Bend he must accept and rigorously enforce their slavery. One day - God willing - he could be the owner of River's Bend and the plantation's slaves will be his slaves. As he watches, the slaves and their black overseers provide Luke with an erotic tableau of his sexual fantasies but it prompts several questions that Luke seeks answers to. Now would seem as good a time as any to ask them of Ptolemy. "Ptolemy, can I ask why the slaves working on the wharf wear trousers while these are naked? I know you said earlier that Massa Charles has said his slaves must be naked at all times so that nothing is hidden from him. Why then the difference between the two groups? I don't understand." "It's a good question, Luke. First up, Massa prefers to say slaves work in gangs and not groups. Let me explain the difference between the two gangs. It's true that Masta Charles has decreed total nudity is the natural condition for a white slave and so all River's Bend's slaves work in the nude. But there are exceptions as you noticed with those slaves loading the barges. That is done so that the public isn't upset. As you could see there's a lot of river traffic passing by and the sight of naked slaves working so visibly would disturb many God- fearing folk travelling on the river. Luke, not everyone is ready to accept seeing a slave working buck-assed naked in full view of free folk. For that reason, whenever Massa has his slaves working on the wharf they wear trousers temporarily so as not to give offence or attract attention. However, once they are returned to their normal duties they lose the pants and work as naked as their fellow slaves." "Ptolemy, surely that was a slip of the tongue. You referred to them as white slaves. I know they look white but they are mustees aren't they? And that poses a question as to why the slaves here all appear to be mustees; I have never seen so many light skinned slaves working in the one place, ever." "Luke, it wasn't a slip of the tongue. I chose my words deliberately. All the slaves at River's bend are indeed white. Massa doesn't hold with any Blacks or those with any colored blood being held by whites as slaves. The idea of that is anathema to him. He will only use whites or 'pinkies' as Massa sometimes refers to his slaves. You can see it as a type of 'pay-back' if you like." "Ptolemy, why does Massa Charles call his slaves pinkies?" "Because of our light skin color and pink complexions. Massa uses the term in a purely derogatory sense, Luke." "Ptolemy, what about the overseers? Are they free men?" "But of course, Luke. As I just told you, Massa doesn't hold with a Black man being held in bondage. All River's Bend's overseers are Black and free." "I see! But you say the slaves are white, Ptolemy. Surely it's against the law to hold a white man in bondage!" "It is Luke and for that reason we have to be very careful. But it's not impossible to buy a white who has been passed off as a mustee. There are many slave-dealers who'll gladly sell you a white as a colored man without any qualms or questions asked." "But where do these whites come from, Ptolemy? Who finds them?" "I don't rightly know for sure, Luke. I leave the procurement of the plantation's slaves to Massa. After all, he's the one who has to be satisfied with his working stock. But Massa did once tell me that it's not hard to 'recruit' a white and turn him into a mustee slave. Massa said there are many homeless drifters and ne'er-do-wells who are spirited away and sold to an unscrupulous dealer who can easily fake ownership papers stating the white is in fact part colored. "How does Massa Charles come by these slaves, Ptolemy?" "They come to Massa through the good graces of an itinerant slave-trader, Luke." "But surely, those who have been wrongfully enslaved protest and tell whoever buys them that they are white?" "No doubt many do and are soundly whipped for the trouble they cause their new owners. Really Luke, if you have spent good money buying a working buck would you listen to his protests and set him free. Of course not! And if such a slave tries to escape - well then the 'patty-rollers' aren't going to listen to him, are they? They are only concerned with returning the runaway slave to its owner and collecting their reward money." "Ptolemy, I am shocked! I had no idea this went on." "Why would you, Luke. Most slave owners are aware that this happens but it's simply a case of turning a blind eye and asking no questions and really who cares about what becomes of any white trash who go missing? The successful running of the plantations rely on a steady supply of strong, able-bodied slaves to work them and I don't think too many plantation owners concern themselves as to where the slaves come from." "Ptolemy, do folks hereabouts know that River's Bend's slaves are really white?" "Of course not Luke and we go to great pains to ensure they don't find out. White folks hereabouts see me as the Master of River's Bend Plantation and they think my preference for mustee slaves is one of my idiosyncrasies much like a farmer having a preference for a particular breed of animal. Of course we never have visitors to River's Bend - Massa actually discourages any contact with other plantation owners. The only exception to that is the slave- dealer I mentioned a moment ago. His name is Saggory Clutterbuck and he does know the truth about River's Bend. Twice a year - every six months - he visits with a coffle of prime pinkie slaves for Massa to choose from. Most have been enslaved illegally but a few are voluntary slaves - like me - he's recruited for his coffle. To keep him onside, Massa always makes a point of buying fresh slaves from him and selling off any of his underperforming slaves. In fact, Massa is due for a visit from him in a week or two. If you decide to stay you'll get to see a coffle of prime pinkies for yourself." "Ptolemy, how many slaves are there on River's Bend?" "I don't rightly know, Luke. Only Massa would know the exact numbers. But I'm guessing around two hundred field slaves. And then there are nine attached to the stables and animal barns. And of course, there are five of us serving in the house" "That many? I had no idea, Ptolemy." "Well Luke, River's Bend is a large plantation and the crops that Massa grows are labor intensive. It takes a lot of slaves to tend them." "Ptolemy, you say you are Massa Charles slave. Can I ask what role you play?" "Of course, Luke. I am Massa's head house slave in charge of the running of his household. In addition, I am his body slave and his bed buck." "So you have charge of the house? What does that involve?" "It means that I have oversight of the house slaves and I have to ensure that the household operates in the manner that Massa expects and demands. Besides me, there are the four house slaves assigned to serving Massa and his needs. An elderly slave who is Massa's cook and he is an excellent one too. There's also a young house-boy who serves as Massa's fan-bearer. And finally there are two young slaves who are among Massa's favorite possessions. "Why is that Ptolemy?" "Luke they are a real rarity. They are identical twin brothers in their early twenties and Massa bought them from Saggory Clutterbuck about three years ago. I believe he paid a small fortune for them. At the time Massa told me they were far more valuable than the price I'd fetch if he sold me. They help out in the house when required and also work in the gardens. You'll meet all four very shortly." "Ptolemy. You all seem to have been named after Egyptian gods. Am I correct?" "Very much so Luke, Massa has given each of his house servants a special slave name and he chose each one personally. That in itself is a great honor. Massa is very interested in the ancient world of the Egyptians. I am named after one of the Greek pharaohs, the twins are named after two Egyptian gods, Horus and Osiris and Hapi, the cook is named after the god responsible for the growing of crops which is most appropriate given that he's responsible for all of Massa's meals. The fan-bearer is named Zapthenath after the name given to the slave, Joseph by Pharaoh in the Bible. But usually Massa calls him Zaff for short. Oh, and finally, there's the 'animal doctor' I told you about. He is named Immutef after an early Egyptian doctor who later became the god Imhotep." "And you are also Massa Charles's body slave and ..... ummm .... you're his bed buck I think were the words you used." "That's right, Luke. I wait on Massa at table and serve him all his meals. I help Massa bathe and shave, make sure all his clothes are freshly laundered and ironed and are laid out for his use. And of course, I'm always available to Massa when he wants to fuck me. That perhaps is my primary duty." Luke is interested to find out more but he hesitates in case his questions are too personal. But Ptolemy does seem happy enough to answer - and anyway hadn't he said that he'd answer all Luke's questions. Luke decides to throw caution to the wind and asks. "How often does Massa Charles use you, Ptolemy?" "Luke remember what I said a few minutes ago. Say it as it is. Massa doesn't use me - he fucks me and does so all the time." Ptolemy laughs. "Massa is insatiable in his needs and he pleasures me several times a day and of course also at night. Massa makes great demands on my mouth and my ass, Luke." "And you don't mind?" "Not at all Luke. It's what I've always craved even from my earliest years. To submit to my Black Massa and serve him as his slave. Luke, that has always been my 'Black desire' and I believe I see it in you too. Deep down I sense you want to serve a Black Massa like I do." How is Luke to reply to Ptolemy? Of course Ptolemy is right and it's something that Luke has yearned for these past three years. The thought of a Black man servicing him in the same manner as Massa Charles does Ptolemy creates a yearning that Luke finds hard to deny. But then - does he really want to deny it. Even as he thinks about this one of the young Black overseers lays his whip across the shoulders of a dilatory slave and Luke wishes it was his back that had felt the cruel lash. He studies the overseer and he is consumed with a hunger - an erotic hunger to feel a black cock moving in his body. How then can he be otherwise than truthful with Ptolemy's assumption? "Yes Ptolemy, I do share your need to belong to a Black man." Then almost despairingly Luke adds. "It's something I have felt these past three years. Perhaps I share some family curse with you?" "Luke it's not a curse! Never see it as such. Indeed it is a blessing and I believe if you give over to your Black desires you'll see it as a blessing too. I have never regretted - not even for one minute - that I accepted what I am and dedicated my life to serving Massa as his slave." "But I'm not a slave am I, Ptolemy?" "Luke that's something we need to discuss. I've told you of the unorthodox arrangements that Massa and I live by. The law decrees that only a white man can own property and therefore to all intents and purposes I am the legitimate owner of River's Bend. But in effect, Massa is the owner in all but name. And the time has come - given that Massa and I are now forty - to put contingency plans into effect." "What contingency plans, Ptolemy." "Luke, I have to move to protect Massa should something ever happen to me? Should I die - heaven forbid - without nominating an heir, can you imagine the squabbling among our greedy relatives? Under those circumstances I shudder to think what would happen to Massa and to River's Bend. That is why I am looking to you to be my heir and to continue the plantation's unique lifestyle and to protect Massa's interests. But before I go any further are you interested in what I'm saying, Luke?" "Yes, I'm interested, Ptolemy. But I wonder about my position as your heir. After all you acknowledge that you are Massa Charles's slave. I wonder what my role would be as your heir given that Massa Charles is in fact the de facto owner of River's Bend." "Luke, put quite simply - and this is something you must give thought to - you'd join me as one of Massa's slaves and serve him. That is a condition of becoming my heir and Luke it's not negotiable. It's a take it or leave it situation. I have already decided that you have the attributes I am looking for in whoever becomes my heir. But whether or not you are willing to accept that condition is something for you alone to decide. But I am hoping that you will at least consider it and not reject my offer out of hand." "So what you're saying Ptolemy is that I have to become a slave in order to inherit River's Bend. That's a lot to ask of me." "I agree, Luke. And that's why I invited you to stay. Actually I did have an ulterior motive in asking you to stay with us. I was hoping that you'll use your time with us to serve Massa as another of his slaves. If at the end of your visit - or at any time during your stay - you change your mind and decide to leave - well then so be it. And there'll be no hard feelings on my part and you'll leave with a substantial ex gratia payment from Massa which I think you'll find quite generous. But I'm hoping that won't happen. Does my proposition interest you?" Ptolemy's proposition leaves Luke perplexed and momentarily speechless. It's true that he'd come to River's Bend with the hopes of exploring his sexuality and losing his virginity. He'd envisaged having hot, exploratory sex with his cousin Beauregard and on that score he'd just been rudely disappointed. But he'd never for one moment imagined it going beyond that. His time at River's Bend has been brief and already he has been exposed to a lifestyle so unimaginable that it goes beyond belief. The revelation that his cousin is a voluntary slave to a Black master is one that he is just coming to grips with and now that same cousin invites him to join him as a slave to that same master. Even though Luke realizes these thoughts are in accord with his own dark desires, he hesitates. At home, as he observed slaves at their labors and secretly masturbated behind a hedge on some lonely country road, hadn't he fantasized about being a slave? Of course he had. But that was pure, erotic fantasy whereas what Ptolemy now proposes is the real thing. If he accepts he will, in fact, become a slave in the true sense of the word committed to serving Massa Charles as one of his slaves. Luke is both repulsed by the idea of this and yet at the same time he is attracted to the notion of serving as a slave. Argument and counter-argument rage back and forth in the solitude of his mind and battle for supremacy. A tiny voice asks how will he ever know his true inclinations if he's not prepared to experience them at a very real level. However, another, perhaps wiser voice, warns him that such a thing would be sheer folly. As Luke struggles to make sense of his conflicting thoughts it becomes a battle between commonsense and erotic longing. His commonsense warns him to decline Ptolemy's offer but his sexual desires aren't to be easily denied. For Luke it has become a battle of competing wills between his head and his cock. And, inevitably, his cock wins out! As Luke makes his fateful choice he begins to rationalize that decision; he recalls Ptolemy's words that he is free to leave River's Bend at any time if he feels he isn't suited to the lifestyle. That is so true and after all, it's not as though he'd be a real slave held against his will - would he? He'll simply be a free man playing a role from which he can walk away at a time of his own choosing. And as an added incentive there is Ptolemy's offer of a generous payment should he leave. Luke asks himself what has he to lose? And hey - this could all be fun! Unnoticed, an angry overseer detaches himself from the work gang and approaches them. He speaks abruptly to Ptolemy. "What are you doing here, boy? Does Massa Charles know you're his wasting time?" "I'm sorry Boss Edward." Ptolemy's reply is both respectful and contrite. "Please Boss, my cousin's just arrived and I'm showing him around." Luke watches in horror as the overseer, Boss Edward uncoils his whip and applies it to Ptolemy's buttocks. Ptolemy yelps in pain but still Boss Edward isn't finished with him. Once more, Luke hears the sinister whine of the whip as it travels through the still morning air and the loud "thwack" of leather striking bare flesh as the lash adds another red stripe to Ptolemy's ass. Ptolemy yelps in pain and apologizes profusely. "I'm sorry Boss. I meant no harm. It's just that my cousin has come to visit and he wanted to stop and look at the slaves as they worked." The overseer continues to ignore Luke but speaks harshly to Ptolemy. "I don't want to hear your excuses, slave. Now be on your way, boy. Move your lazy white ass and get back to your chores. And when next you see Master Charles tell him that I found you dawdling and wasting his time." "Yassuh Boss! I'll be sure to tell Massa what you said, suh!" Shaken and ashen-faced, Ptolemy takes Luke's elbow and hurries from the field back to where the carriage is waiting. Hastily, Ptolemy orders Kip to walk on and as he does so, Luke notices that the handcart with his luggage is nowhere to be seen, He correctly assumes it has gone ahead to the house where it is waiting for their arrival. Ptolemy is pale-faced and much subdued by the overseer's rebukes and no doubt his ass is sore too. He maintains his silence for a few more minutes before suddenly speaking. "Well Luke, have you thought about my offer? What do you say? Does my proposal appeal to you?" Ptolemy's question interrupts Luke's thoughts. "I'm not sure, Ptolemy, I was prepared to give it a trial on the understanding that if I decide I'm unsuited to your lifestyle I am free to leave River's Bend. But I'm not so sure now." "Why Luke? What changed your mind?" "With what happened just now Ptolemy? The fact that you were whipped by that overseer. I mean I have often thought about being a slave and being whipped. But it's one thing to fantasize about it but it's quite another matter to see it actually happen." "Yet you were indifferent to seeing the slaves working under the whip. That didn't seem to upset you." "That's different, Ptolemy. This was you, my cousin, being whipped." "Why am I any different, Luke? I'm a slave like them. The same rules that apply to those slaves apply to me. Please don't let what happened to me dissuade you. I ask you to look past that and to make a decision based on your own needs. You owe that to yourself." "Ptolemy, without a doubt I know I share your preference for sex with men - although I've not had any experience of that.... yet!" Luke says pointedly. "And I know that I harbor the same black desires that you do. I can't deny those either. But whether or not I have the commitment or the endurance to accept them as a permanent part of my life is well ...... I just don't know." "And Luke, can I just say you'll never find out if you don't at least experiment a little. Please consider my proposal." Then Ptolemy begs. "Please Luke, Massa and I need you to stay on at River's Bend for the reasons I have told you." "Ptolemy, if I do stay will Massa Charles accept that it's on a trial basis?" "Of course, Luke. We discussed this prior to you coming to River's Bend and Massa is agreeable to that condition. Should you decide to leave you are free to do so and, as I said, Massa will give you a sizeable gratuity for your time and effort. But from what you have told me I don't think that will happen. I'm convinced that once you spend time serving Massa you'll never want to leave." "Perhaps you're right, Ptolemy. You do argue very persuasively and I accept your offer." "Luke, you have made me very happy with your decision. And I know Massa will be pleased too. Thank you, Luke! I just know you won't regret your decision." "I hope so too, Ptolemy. But now, I have some more questions to ask of you. Ptolemy." "Then ask them Luke. And I'll answer." "Now that I have made my decision will Massa brand me too?" Luke asks apprehensively. "Not in the short term, Luke. Remember for now you are just trialing the lifestyle. However, should you decide to embrace slavery on a permanent basis ... well then ... yes, of course, Massa will brand you." Luke shudders at the thought of a branding iron searing itself into his tender flesh. But he tells himself that he needn't be too concerned at this stage. It may not come to that! "Luke, being branded isn't the ordeal you think it to be. It's true there's the initial pain of the branding iron but once it is healed a slave feels pride that he wears his owner's mark on his body." "Are you proud of your brand, Ptolemy?" "Very much so, Luke. It defines me as belonging to Massa. And I am proud of that." "And one more question, Ptolemy. Am I to be naked too?" "But of course, Luke. As a slave you'll be as naked as I am now. My guess is that by day's end you'll be walking around as buck-ass naked as I am and serving Massa. Of course, you'll be self-conscious of your nudity at first. But I don't doubt you'll soon adjust to it. And from what I can judge of your body under your clothing, you have nothing to be ashamed about. Massa will find you very pleasing, I'm sure of that." "Ptolemy, will Massa Charles ahh..." Luke hesitates to put his thoughts into words, "use me too?" "Luke, you want to know is Massa will fuck you. Of course he will! It's his right to do so. And Luke, don't be afraid to say it as it is. Massa won't use you. He'll fuck you and I promise you won't be disappointed." Ptolemy's words excite Luke. A few minutes ago, he'd hoped for sex with his cousin and had been disappointed when it hadn't happened. Now, there is the promise of sex with Massa Charles and Luke giving in to his dark desires. "I seem to be asking a lot of questions, Ptolemy. I hope I'm not annoying you with them." "Not at all Luke. And I'm sure you'll have other questions to ask of me in the coming days. But for now are there any others?" "Yes Ptolemy and this is my last question. What about my slave? What will become of him?" "That's a good question, Luke. And a pertinent one too. As a Black, Massa won't allow him to serve as a slave. While he's here, he'll be Massa's honored guest and he will be treated as such by me and the other house slaves." "So while I serve Massa Charles as a slave my own slave will be living as a free man and as Massa Charles's guest? Does that mean I will have to serve him as a slave too, Ptolemy?" "Of course, Luke. Massa will expect you to serve your slave - what's his name by the way?" "Nestor! His name is Nestor, Ptolemy." "Then, Massa will expect you to serve Nestor as all slaves serve all free men. Remember what I said earlier about Massa refusing to have any Black serving as a slave on the plantation. And I would think that Massa will encourage Nestor to choose another name to use; one more in keeping with his free status. And by the way, Massa will choose a new name for you as well. I'm certain he won't continue to call you Luke. Most probably he'll choose one that is more slave-like and in keeping with his preference for ancient Egyptian names. Luke, it will be very much a role reversal. You, the master, will become the slave and your slave will become the master. Does this worry you in anyway, Luke?" "I don't rightly know, Ptolemy!" Luke's uncertainty of this situation makes him hesitant. "I'd not thought about the possibility of this ever happening. I guess I can only give it a try and if it all becomes too much for me then I can return home and take Nestor with me." Luke thinks back to the number of times he'd fantasized about Nestor assuming mastery over him. He recalls the sleepless nights when he'd ached to have the young slave fuck him. Well it would seem that his wild, erotic imaginings could now become reality. Luke is of two minds about the prospect of serving as a slave to Nestor. One part dreads what might happen while another craves it with every fiber of his being. However, Luke is certain of one thing. He is about to embark on an unknown, unpredictable new chapter of his life. Only time will tell if he has made the right decision to enslave himself - no matter how permanently - to Massa Charles and it would appear to Nestor as well. "But now we must hurry up to the big house, Luke." Ptolemy interrupts his reverie. "By the way, that's the name the field-slaves call Massa's home by and they are forbidden to approach it. Soon Massa will be coming in from the fields for his lunch and he hates to be kept waiting even for a minute. One thing you must quickly learn about Massa is that he is very punctilious and a stickler for correct behavior. Probably, he'll give you some latitude for a start but he will expect you to learn very quickly, Luke. Failure on your part to do so will see Massa severely punish you. Remember that and always keep your wits about you, Luke!" To be continued ......