Date: Fri, 6 Mar 2015 04:43:29 +0000 (UTC) From: Christian Debus Subject: "Master of River's Bend" Chapter 9 (Gay Male / Interracial) Master of River's Bend Plantation By Jean-Christophe Part 9 "Yancy" Written by Jean-Christophe: March, 2015 A repository for my stories can be found at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Jean-Christophe_Stories "The characters and ideas contained in this story are products of the writer's imagination and bear no resemblance to actual persons or events. Please respect the integrity of the story and don't do any rewrites, make alterations or add another's artwork or pictures" Please consider donating: Nifty really needs financial support to continue bringing these stories to their readers. If you'd like to help financially, please donate to http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Chapter 9 Yancy is enjoying his former master's humiliation immensely. Even in his wildest imaginings he'd never thought he'd see the day when "Massa" Luke would become a slave to a black man. But the improbable is happening and Yancy makes the most of the moment. He smirks at the sight of a naked Luke bent at the waist and holding his ass cheeks apart for Charles's inspection. He knows all too well what Luke is feeling; after all he'd been in this same position innumerable times. He remembers his own shame and degradation as a white man's finger explored his ass crack and teased his anus. He recalls his impotent anger as a finger toyed with his asshole before thrusting through into the inner recesses of the most private part of his body. He remembers his burning shame at the finger's violation and the guilty pleasure it had brought him as it relentlessly worked his ass shute. Yancy watches closely as Charles moves into position behind Luke ready to begin his inspection of his new property. The sight of Luke's naked and appropriately positioned ass is highly arousing and Yancy's cock naturally responds to the sight. This isn't the first time that Yancy has seen Luke naked and his bare ass is something he has gazed upon with lust on many occasions. As a slave in the Trevannion household, he was often required to carry a heavy bathtub up to Luke's bedroom and then to fill it with warm water. Why he'd been chosen for this chore had always puzzled him. Essentially, he was an outdoor slave who worked in the grounds of the house or its stables and yet Luke always called for him to prepare his bath. Getting the bathtub up to Luke's room was always a challenge and he'd assumed he'd been chosen because of his brute strength. It had to be carried up a narrow flight of stairs at the back of the house which is used exclusively by the house-slaves moving from the ground floor to the upper stories. For they are forbidden to use the far grander, main staircase at the front of the house under pain of punishment. The slaves' stairwell is narrow and very steep and maneuvering the bathtub up to Luke's bedroom proved a challenge for Yancy - or Nestor - who always thought of the family's venerable butler, Sisyphus. This name had been given to him as a young slave by Luke's late grandfather who began the tradition of naming all the family's house-slaves after Greek gods and heroes. At some time, he'd been told that an ancient Greek, Sisyphus had angered his Olympian gods and, as punishment, he'd been condemned for all eternity to roll a heavy boulder up a steep hill only to have it roll down once he'd reached the top after which he had to begin the ascent all over. And as Yancy wrestled with the heavy bathtub, he sympathized with the mythical Sisyphus. After he'd placed the bathtub in the middle of Luke's room, Yancy then had to carry the hot water - two, heavy buckets at a time - from the kitchen to the bedroom. Even then his chores weren't complete. He had to wait as Luke bathed ever alert for the command to step forward and scrub his young master's back. And then, afterwards to servilely dry him with a thick, fluffy towel - a not wholly unpleasant task. Always as Yancy watched Luke bathe, he envied him the luxury of a hot bath. He wondered how hot water and scented soap felt on the naked skin. Like all the other slaves, Yancy doused his body with cold water from the well behind the stables and scrubbed himself clean with a stiff brush and carbolic soap to kill his body odor. There were no soft towels for his use and he used the palm of his hands to plane the excess water droplets from his body before allowing it to dry in its own good time. As Massa Charles's guest, Yancy wonders if he'll have the use of a bathtub and hot water. He hopes so and looks forward to the new experience. Perhaps Charles will allow him to use his new slave, Luke to assist him in his bathing. He'd like that very much! Whenever Luke bathed, he always ordered Yancy to shuck off his trousers and shirt and to serve in the nude. Yancy sometimes wondered if Luke secretly lusted after his body although he never did anything to confirm that suspicion. But in recent times, Yancy became very aware that Luke's eyes followed his every move and instinctively he knew his young master's interest in him was sexual. Yancy had lived in dread of Luke using him for sex. Not because Yancy wouldn't have welcomed sex with Luke; the prospect did have strong appeal. But Yancy assumed that sex between them would be on unequal terms with Luke taking on the master's dominant role. The thought of being a "whore slave" for a white man and an unwilling receptacle for his puny cock was repugnant and went against his own secret desires to dominate. However, to Yancy's relief, it had never happened and he was grateful that it hadn't. In Yancy's secret, sexual fantasies about his young master, he was always the dominant partner with Luke submitting to him. It was a fantasy that excited him and it gave him some comfort in his bitter servitude. The thought of using Luke's mouth or driving his hard cock into Luke's yielding, milky white ass was akin to secretly thumbing his nose at his white owners. Yancy knew Luke's mother is puritanical Baptist in her beliefs and even considers marital sex as an abhorrent but necessary duty. How then would she have reacted to discovering her only son indulging in illicit, sexual activities with one of her male slaves? Yancy knew all too well what her reaction would be; he'd be blamed for corrupting her son and he'd most probably pay a high price for it. On the secret, underground "slave grapevine", he'd heard that slaves had been gelded for less. And he valued his young, as yet untested balls too highly to risk losing them to lust. Now as he looks upon Luke's alabaster smooth ass, he is free to openly salivate at the prospect of fucking him. And he hopes that Charles will give him the chance to do so very soon. As Yancy watches, Luke suddenly gasps loudly and his body tenses as Charles' finger seeks entry into his body. Involuntarily, both buttocks clench tightly together in an effort to stop this intrusion. And for his unintended defiance, Luke receives a stinging slap to his ass and he is commanded by Charles to. "RELAX!" Luke feels the impatient finger exploring the warm, dark recesses of his body and soon discomfort gives way to pleasure as he relaxes and begins to enjoy the feel of Charles' finger massaging his prostate. "Have you ever been fucked, boy?" Charles asks. "Have you ever had a man's cock in you, slave?" And, as if to emphasize the question, Massa Charles demonstrates his mastery over Luke by crudely thrusting his finger further into the new slave's body. "No, Massa." Luke answers. "Then, you're still a virgin? That's a situation I must soon rectify. Tonight, I will exercise my 'master's rights' over you and fuck you hard, boy!" Charles laughs. "After that, you'll be allocated to Sir Yancy to serve as his body and pleasure slave. What do you have to say, boy?" "Thank you Massa." Luke answers discreetly. "I'm happy to serve you and Sir Yancy, Massa." Luke's "thank you" is heartfelt. He is grateful for this opportunity to sample a slave's life and he genuinely wants to serve as a slave to these two dominant Black men. "Good, boy, then I look forward to fucking you tonight!" Charles playfully pats Luke's ass much as one would a favorite pet hound. "Yancy, I'm going about this the wrong way." Charles laughs. "I'm starting my inspection ass up when I should start at the top and work down and save the best to last - like a good wine. Still, you can't blame me can you? This slave's ass is very tempting. It reminds me very much of a young Ptolemy. I look forward to sampling its hidden delights tonight." Yancy flinches as Charles dismissively slaps Luke's upturned ass and orders him to. "Stand and face me in the display position!" Yancy is pleased to see how quickly Luke responds to the order. He really is adjusting quickly to being a slave. Quite obviously, Luke craves to be a slave to a black man and to be used both as a body servant and bed buck. This surprises Yancy as he'd no way of knowing his master's inner thoughts but this does confirm his suspicions about Luke's sexual orientation. Well Luke is getting his wish - he is now enslaved and is to sample the lifestyle of a real slave. Charles had told him that Luke and Ptolemy believe this to be a temporary arrangement which allows Luke time to decide if he is suited to the life of a slave. Charles had laughingly confided to him that he'd deceived both of them and that Luke's enslavement is to be permanent. Once Charles has enslaved Luke there'll be leaving River's Bend and Luke's slavery to Charles will be lifelong with absolutely no chance of freedom. The poor, deluded, white fool thinks he controls the situation! How wrong can he be? As a confidante to Charles's machinations, Yancy can appreciate the irony of Luke's situation. He suspects that Luke will eventually find the wretched life of a true slave too much to bear and will decide to return home to his parents and taking Yancy with him. Yancy hopes he is present when Luke tells Charles that he is leaving and returning home. Watching Luke's reaction as he learns the truth will be some small consolation for his own life of servitude. Perhaps Luke will even be whipped or at least ass-paddled for his "presumption". Yancy hopes so! "Yancy, I think the time is right to give this slave the name I've chosen for him. Naturally, he can't keep his free man's name and I need to rename him." "Have you chosen a name for him, Charles?" "Yes I have! It's in keeping with the names of my other house-slaves. As you have probably guessed they are named after Egyptian gods and pharaohs and I have decided to call him - Ramses or Ram for short. What do you think, Yancy?" "It's as good a name as any for a slave, Charles. After all it's the master's right to name his property. When my owners called me Nestor I had no choice in the matter. And neither did my parents. I found being called Nestor demeaning but I had to accept it as my slave's name." "Do you approve of Ramses, Yancy?" "Yes I do, Charles!" "Then Ramses it is! Do you hear that boy? From now on you'll answer to your new name - Ramses." "Yes Massa! Thank you Massa!" Ramses replies. "I'm proud to be called by the name you've chosen for me Massa." Ptolemy had forewarned his cousin that he'd be given a "special" slave's name and had told him when this happened he was to accept it graciously and thank Massa Charles for bestowing it on him. He'd also warned Luke to always refer to Charles as "Massa" under pain of punishment. The reality is that Ramses is pleased with his new name as it places him on an equal footing with Ptolemy and the other house-slaves. And calling Charles "Massa" seemed to be very natural. Suddenly, he feels very much "at home" in Massa Charles's household and is ready to serve him as another of his slaves. His fantasies have finally become reality and he has a new sense of freedom. It's as though all his erotic desires have been liberated like a genie out of an uncorked bottle and he can now live the life he has hungered for these past few years. Finally, he is a slave to a Black Master! Ramses is overwhelmed by his emotions. He wants to thank his new Massa for accepting him into his home as the newest of his slaves. But how can he adequately thank Massa. Then he remembers Ptolemy's greeting to Massa at the top of the front steps. Suddenly, Ramses falls to his knees and crawls to where Massa is standing. He leans forward and impulsively kisses Massa's dusty riding boots and tells him. "Massa, thank you for making me your slave, Massa." Charles is taken by surprise at Ramses actions. He'd not expected such an early and positive response from this raw and untrained slave. Yet, there is no doubting Ramses spontaneous acknowledgement of him as his master or the sincerity of his words. He looks down on the naked figure crouching at his feet and he is gratified. His eyes sweep up the back from the lowered broad shoulders to the elevated twin mounds of the upturned ass and he is pleased with his newest acquisition. Momentarily, he savors the sight before addressing his slave. "Good boy, Ram! While you're on your knees crawl to Sir Yancy and pay your respects to him. And beg to be allowed to serve him as his slave." Ramses quickly switches his attention to Yancy's unshod feet and kisses them as a mark of his respect. As yet Yancy still wears the togs he'd put on this morning as the slave Nestor. He wears just two articles - a pair of coarse osnaburg trousers - made from the cheap cloth especially imported from England and routinely used to cloth slaves - and an unbuttoned, threadbare shirt. As an outdoor work slave, he'd never worn anything else. These cheap articles of clothing are what defined him as a slave. They gave him a sense of his own worthlessness in comparison to his owners. They reminded him that he was an owned property and the clothes he wore belonged not to him but to his master. He knew enough of white sensibilities to understand that total nudity is an affront to them and he'd often wondered if this wasn't so, would white folk keep their slaves in a state of total nakedness. Yancy finds it most gratifying that Charles keeps his white slaves in a state of permanent nudity. Denying them even a scanty scrap of cloth to conceal their most private parts robs them of all modesty and self-respect. It spells out to them that their black Master holds them in lower esteem than whites do their slaves. It is a subtle reminder of their lowly, animal status and an expression of his utter contempt for them. It is, Yancy thinks, a fitting form of retribution and he approves wholeheartedly of his former master's newly imposed slave nakedness. Over the years, Yancy had sometimes envied the indoor slaves dressed in their dandified silk trousers, velvet coats and lace frilled shirts. Charles mentioned a few minutes ago that Ramses has no further need of clothing and he'd given Yancy all the former Luke Trevannion's belongings for his personal use. Yancy looks forward to wearing them but before donning them, he'll ask Charles if he can bathe. Yancy enjoys the fact that he is still clothed while his former master is as naked as the day he was born. Once more, he smiles at their reversals of fortune and appreciates the irony of their changed circumstances. Dutifully, Ramses begs Yancy to allow him to serve as his slave. As he does so, Yancy reflects he'd never been forced to humiliate himself as Ramses is doing. He, or any of the other slaves had never knelt before the Trevannion's and kissed their feet as a sign of their subjugation; their owners just took that for granted. And while his slavery had been humiliating it wasn't to the same extent that Charles forces upon his white slaves. And Yancy heartily adopts Charles' attitude. "Yancy, it's just occurred to me that you might like to continue with this appraisal of Ram's body." Charles exclaims. "Would you do me the honor of fingering him?" Yancy is taken by surprise by Charles request. He'd not expected it. Of course, he'd love to examine his former master but foremost in his thoughts is the question of whether or not he is up to the task. After all, he's never examined a slave and he fears he might disappoint Charles. Then, he recalls the many occasions when he'd been forced to shuck naked prior to being appraised by white men. The memories of those occasions cause the bile to catch in his throat and the need for revenge overwhelms him. "Charles, I'd love to take over the slave's inspection from you." Yancy replies cautiously. "The only thing that worries me is that I've never done anything like this before." "There's nothing to worry about Yancy. Just relax and follow your instincts. I'm sure you can manage. And I foresee there'll be many more such inspections as you assist me in the day to day running of the plantation. Soon they'll become second nature for you." There'd been an ulterior motive in Charles' request. He is anxious for Yancy to become acquainted with the management of River's Bend and its slave herd as quickly as possible and close quarter inspections of his slaves are very much a part of the day to day operations. Charles has great hopes for Yancy and he wants to make him feel at home and part of those operations. And then there is the aspect that it will be beneficial for Yancy to feel a sense of retribution as he appraises his former master. For his part, Charles will derive great pleasure in watching as Ramses is further humiliated in front of his cousin, Ptolemy. "Get to your feet, boy!" Charles snaps. "And stand up straight with your feet apart and your hands on top of your head!" Ramses has been listening to the conversation between Massa Charles and Sir Yancy and, as he hastily scrambles into position, an anticipatory shiver of excitement ripples through his body at the prospect of feeling Sir Yancy's hands exploring his naked body. Charles walks slowly around Ramses before pausing in front of him; he stands within inches of the slave and speaks to him. "Boy, listen carefully to what I say. Sir Yancy is to inspect your body. To do this he will place his hands on you. You will submit and you'll stand quietly as Sir Yancy inspects you. You'll remain silent and you won't flinch or draw away from his touch. Failure to comply with my commands will result in a severe caning. You've just witnessed Ptolemy's caning and unless you want a sore ass you'll do as you're told. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" "Yes, Massa!" "Good boy, then let's begin." Yancy reaches out and places both hands on Ramses' chest and is delighted with the silky feel of the young slave's body hair. The hair is sparse as you'd expect on a youthful teenager who hasn't yet reached full maturity and it's the same golden colour as the tousled hair on his head. At the touch of Sir Yancy's hands, Ramses feels both momentary guilt and a sense of elation. It's guilt at the forbidden feel of another man's hands on his naked body and yet a contradictory sense of exhilaration that finally his long held fantasies about Sir Yancy are being realized. After all, for the past three years he'd hungered to have his slave, Nestor's hands touch him so intimately. Suddenly, that dream has become reality! For his part, Yancy is pleased at the slave's responses to his touch and he is aware of the throbbing hardness of his own cock. Ramses shivers involuntarily at the feeling of Yancy's hot breath ruffling the hair on his chest as the inspection continues. Viewed from this angle Ramses is tall, long legged and boyishly handsome. With his hands on top of his head, the tautness of his body highlights his youthful torso from the width of his broad shoulders down over his developing pectoral muscles to his trim, narrow waist. Ramses' chest rises and falls with his heightened breathing and it is dominated by two very erect nipples surrounded by large, ruby-red, coin-sized halos. The tautness of his body throws into gentle relief the outline of the burgeoning abdominal muscles and at the centre of his flat belly is a deeply indented navel. As Yancy has already noticed the chest is covered with a soft down of golden hair with an intriguing treasure trail of darker hair trailing down the centreline of his belly to the genitals. And it is here that Yancy's scrutiny stops - he is entranced. Ramses has a large, thick penis resting on top of two heavy testicles. But it is the cock that most interests Yancy. The slave is uncut and, though not yet aroused, there are signs of an incipient erection. Shyly, the pink glans peeps out from the protective cover of the foreskin. And Yancy is delighted to see a tiny, white pearl of pre-cum glistening at the piss-slit. Yancy has seen enough of River's Bend slaves to know they are all circumcised and he wonders if - and when - Ramses will be cut. Soon, he hopes and he looks forward to watching as his former master loses this potent and obvious symbol of his masculinity and his freedom. "Ram still has his foreskin, Charles. Will he be cut like all the other slaves? "Not for the moment, Yancy! As you know Ram is here on trial" Charles lies, "and it's not appropriate for me to remove his foreskin." "What will happen if he decides to stay on permanently as your slave, Charles?" "Ahh, Yancy, then that's a different matter. Should he decide to remain as a slave then of course he'll be skinned in line with all of my other slaves. Naturally, I couldn't allow him to keep his foreskin. I can't make fish of one slave and flesh of another. Here at River's Bend all my white slaves are treated equally with no exceptions." Naturally, it goes without saying that Ramses will be skinned like the rest of Charles slaves. At River's Bend, circumcision isn't only done for ascetic and health reasons although both are important to Charles. Denying a slave this symbol of his manhood impresses upon the slave that his body belongs to his master and it defines him as the domesticated work-beast that he has become. Yet, despite an uncircumcised slave being anathema to him, Charles nevertheless decides that for now he'll allow Ram to keep his foreskin; at least for the three months trial period so as not to alarm him unnecessarily. However after that it will be removed by his slave vet as a permanent mark of Ramses' total enslavement. Salaciously, Yancy licks his lips as Ramses' cock inches itself into vigorous life and he knows he will enjoy using him sexually; he feels excitement as he anticipates the rigid training he'll impose on Ramses to bring him up to the same high standard as Ptolemy. As Yancy reaches out and takes Ramses cock in his hand, he begins to slide the foreskin along the lengthening shaft. Yancy is surprised at the softness of the slave's prepuce and he watches as the mushroom shaped head shyly emerges from its concealment. Now, he begins to manipulate the foreskin, pulling it back and forth over the glistening cockhead. Yancy is fascinated with the suppleness of Ramses' foreskin and he derives great pleasure from fondling it. With the slave's cock held in one hand, Yancy uses a fingertip to slowly stroke its sensitive underside. Ramses trembles at Sir Yancy's feathery touch and he feels himself responding as his prick thickens and lengthens. And, naturally, Yancy is delighted by Ramses' quick response to his manipulations. As Sir Yancy continues teasing the now excited cock, Ramses struggles to stem his rising passion. Deep within, he knows he is fighting a losing battle and with the promise of the pleasure to come, it's a battle he wants to lose; inevitably he abandons the fight altogether. Soon, Ramses is softly moaning with pleasure as his body responds to Sir Yancy's persistent manipulation of his cock and balls. His legs tremble and his knees buckle slightly and an irritated Yancy delivers a stinging slap to his balls with the command to. "Stand up straight! Damn you, Ram!" Yancy continues to tease Ramses' eager cock as it springs into full and rampant tumescence. Then, like an artist contemplating his latest brushstrokes, he steps back to survey his handiwork and is gratified to see the new slave's throbbing erection and a long, silver thread of precum dribbling from the piss-slit. As the errant thread hangs precariously from the end of Ramses' rigid cock, Yancy is anxious not to soil Charles expensive carpet and uses the tip of his finger to catch it and to wipe clean the eye of Ramses' cock "Open your mouth and suck my finger clean, boy!" For the first time, Ramses tastes cum; albeit it his own. But rather than being repulsed by it, he finds both the experience and the taste are sexually arousing as his impatient cock pulses with ill-concealed lust. And as Ramses sucks the finger clean, he wishes it was Sir Yancy's cock filling his mouth. Suddenly, he is overwhelmed with the desire to kneel before Sir Yancy to muzzle his groin and to suckle his cock. Massa has said that after he exercises his Master rights of "jus primae noctis" tonight he is to be allocated to Sir Yancy for his use. Ramses hopes that usage will involve utilizing both his mouth and ass to give Sir Yancy the pleasure that is his due and which he so richly deserves. Suddenly, Yancy removes his finger from the slave's mouth and orders him to turn and face away from him. Yancy is as equally impressed by Ramses' rear as he is by his front. His hands roam randomly over the deep vee shape of the slave's upper body. They move downwards from the wide shoulders to the trim, narrow waist before coming to rest on the enticing, curvaceous lines of the slave's alabaster white buttocks still quivering from his unfulfilled desire Yancy is excited by Ramses and as he gazes lustfully upon the young slave's naked body, he is aware of a slow, dampening patch in his trousers. Yancy is eager to explore more of Ramses' body and he orders him to. "Bend and spread." Ramses bends at the waist and reaching behind, he takes a buttock in each hand and spreads his ass-cheeks as far apart as is humanly possible. He's very aware that his sphincter is stretched to the limit and on open display to Sir Yancy's and Massa Charles' lustful scrutiny. He braces for what he knows will happen next - the violation of his body. "Hold on, Yancy!" Charles interrupts. "Let's make it easier for you. And for the slave too." Then, turning to the young slave industriously working the ceiling fan, Charles orders him to stop and seek out Hapi the cook. "Zeph, run to the kitchen and ask the cook for some goose fat. Now, move you lazy, white ass and be quick about it." The young slave hurries from the room and soon returns with a small bowl of goose fat which he holds before him waiting for further instructions from Massa. "Yancy, I don't normally grease a slave's ass for inspection. Usually I just use the slave's saliva to ease the entry of my finger into his ass. But Ram is a new slave and his ass is virgin territory into the bargain. I noticed from my earlier inspection of him that he is tight-assed and we don't want to run the risk of damaging him. Just scoop some fat onto the end of your finger and place a dollop of it on his anus. Then use your finger to grease his hole giving you easier entry into it. And I think you'll find it very enjoyable too." Ramses feels the cold stickiness of the goose fat on his skin and he wriggles as he feels Yancy's probing finger pressing against his quivering asshole. Suddenly, he grows apprehensive and begs. "Oh Sir Yancy! Please be careful.... Oh Massa............." Undeterred by his pleas, Yancy persists and soon the finger is buried deep within the slave exploring the warm, moist interior of his body. Yancy is delighted with the silky smooth feel of the slave's shute as he slowly works his finger in and out of the hole. At first, he feels the slave's initial resistance as he strains to eject the finger. Then as Ramses relaxes, Yancy enjoys the feel of the clenching and unclenching of the strong sphincter muscles and wonders how it would feel if it was his cock inside the slave and not his finger. And as he reflects on the tightness of the slave's hole, Yancy decides that it will require much exercise and training to prepare it for the hard usage he has in mind for it. Inevitably, Ramses does relax and gives in to the feelings of intense pleasure sweeping over him. And like Sir Yancy he wonders how it would feel to have his former slave's cock buried deep within him. Suddenly, he hungers for that to happen. He is ready to lose his virginity to both Massa and Sir Yancy. His eager body craves for that to happen with every fibre of his being. Yancy withdraws the finger and stands aside as Charles takes his place. For a second time, Ramses feels Massa's finger probing his rectum. It's obvious - even to the inexperienced Ramses - that Massa is more practised than Sir Yancy. Massa's finger knows where to seek out Ramses' pleasure nub and to excite and raise him to new heights of unimaginable pleasure. Ramses moans as Massa finger-fucks him and he is engulfed in a world of newfound eroticism. Ramses now knows that his true calling is to serve as a slave to these two powerful Black men and to be used by them for their sexual pleasure. Ramses further understands that he'll receive great pleasure from their sexual use of his body and he will be the unintended beneficiary of their lustful passions. "Yancy, it's as I said. The slave is indeed tight-assed and it will be a joy to fuck him. And after tonight, he's at your beck and call to be used by you in any way you consider appropriate." "Thank you, Charles! That's very generous of you and I look forward to using Ramses. Actually, I've got to be honest and admit to thinking about fucking him many times. But I never thought that I would and now that I can do so it's hard to grasp." "Well Yancy, after tonight, he's your 'on loan' slave and you can fuck him senseless if you like. Remember my slaves are here to serve you. And if things work out as I hope they will - well, who knows - Ram may well become your very own slave. Now have you finished checking out his ass?" "Yes thanks Charles. All I need to do now is check his mouth and teeth. I hated it when a whitey stuck his fingers in my mouth during an inspection. I look forward to doing the same to Ramses." "Good lad, Yancy! My own recollections of my time as a slave to the St Jean family are no less painful than your own. But over the past twenty-two years I have overcome some of my resentment by channelling my animosity towards all my whitey slaves and towards Ptolemy in particular. You should do the same towards Ramses. Always see your treatment of him and my other slaves as retribution for what you have suffered at the white man's hands." "Thanks for that, Charles. I'll keep that in mind in the way I handle Ramses. But I guess I should finish my inspection of him and allow you to return to your duties. I'm sure you are busy." "I guess so, Yancy. Time is moving along and I want to show you around the plantation. But before we do that, I have to have Ramses undergo a short, physical examination by my slave vet to determine how best to improve his overall strength and fitness. The slave shows promise but I haven't yet met a slave who can't be improved by hard, physical labor." "Then I'd better finish up, Charles." Yancy dismissively slaps Ramses ass and orders him to stand and face him. Ramses hurries into position and Yancy now stands face to face with him. Yancy runs his hands over the slave's tousled hair before tracing his fingers down over his face to the mouth. He taps the side of the slave's mouth and orders him to. "Open your mouth, boy. I need to inspect your teeth and tongue. So open up, WIDE!" Meekly, Ramses obeys. Impatiently, Yancy delivers a stinging slap to the slave's face and orders him to. "OPEN WIDE! WIDE I SAID!" He shouts into Ramses bewildered face. "WIDER STILL!" For a second time, Ramses tastes Yancy's finger in his mouth as the health of his teeth and tongue are checked out. Unlike the first time, Ramses finds the taste of the grease smeared finger most unpleasant and the knowledge that it had been used to test the tightness of his ass makes him gag. This amuses both Massa and Sir Yancy who laugh loudly at his distasteful reaction. Yancy takes his time with the oral inspection thus further prolonging Ramses' humiliation and discomfort. But eventually, he finishes and turns his back to Ramses as he tells Charles. "I've finished, Charles. And thanks for the chance to inspect the boy. It was, as you suggested, very enjoyable and I learned a lot from it." "Congratulations, Yancy and I have to say you handled the slave's inspection very capably. A casual observer would never have guessed it was your first time. As I said at the beginning, fingering a slave just comes naturally if you follow your instincts." "What happens now, Charles?" "Yancy, as I said a few minutes ago, I'll have the vet give Ramses a physical assessment and then it over to Ptolemy to prepare him for his new duties." What does that involve, Charles?" "Well, he'll be made acceptable for service in the house. That means removing all his body hair from the neck down. As you can see by Ptolemy and Zeph my house slaves are smooth bodied and free of hair other than what is on top of their heads. I can't abide a slave shedding its body hair over my furnishings or, worse still, into my food. That will be done while you and I tour the plantation. By the way, Yancy can you ride horse?" "Sorry Charles! No I'm afraid I don't. I groomed and saddled the Trevannion's horses but I was forbidden to ride them under threat of a whipping." "Too bad! But you must learn to ride so that you can accompany me on my daily rounds. However, until you learn to ride, I'll have the stables make a light trap and a carriage slave available for your use. You'll have no difficulty in driving my two legged ponies." Charles laughs. "You just tell them where to go, point them in the right direction and then whip their asses to keep them moving." That sounds like fun, Charles." Yancy answers. "It's a pity that Ram isn't a pony. I'd enjoy driving him and whipping his ass." "Now there's a thought, Yancy. It might be the answer to building up Ram's physique and stamina. I'll put it to the vet to see what he thinks. But now we should take Ramses to him." To be continued .........................