Date: Sat, 12 Jan 2013 17:38:46 +0100 From: Internet Subject: Plantation Temptations Part 2 This story is completely fictional. Any similarities to any persons or events, past or present are purely coincidental. This story contains scenes which involve sexual situations between youths and adults. If this type of material is offensive to you or is not legal for you to read this type of material, please do not read any further. Please leave comments at succumballs@hotmail.com AND PLEASE KEEP NIFTY ALIVE -- DONATE HERE: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Plantation Temptations Part 2 Bring Home Two New Boys In the morning Rufus brought a pot of tea up to the master bedroom. Eric was awake. "You left in the night." "Yes, Master. This is not my place." "As you wish. Did you sleep well?" "Oh, master, Sir. Better than ever." He grin betrayed his eagerness to serve his master again. Eric rose with a semi-erection. "Got to piss." He said. Rufus immediately brought a chamber pot, squatted and held his master's penis. After squeezing him dry Rufus slurped up the last drop. Eric laughed and said, "We got a lot to do today, Rufus. Tell Jackson to meet me in the library in 15 minutes." "He be asleep, Master." "Well, wake him." Fifteen minutes later Eric sat behind his uncle's desk when Jackson stumbled in half dressed and hungover. "Is there something wrong?" When Eric glared at him Jackson added, "Sir?" "Yes. I found a large sum of money in your little house yesterday." "It's my house, and I've been saving." "Everything here belongs to me, and it's more than you could have earned if you'd worked here for ten years. You've only been here five." "I've been saving all my life, Sir." Jackson grinned. "Seems you've been saving a lot of Uncle James' money too. I've gone over his books. Did he finally figure out you've been stealing from him for years?" "You accusing me of murder, you Northern skunk?" "Pack your bags and be off this estate within the half hour. Rufus will take you to the coach station. I suggest you get as far away from me as possible. If I ever see you again, you'll go to jail. Be sure of that, Mr. Jackson. Now, goodbye. And I'm afraid your savings will stay with me." "You son-of-a-bitch." "Get out of my sight before I have you hogtied and delivered to the sheriff." When Rufus returned from the coach station Eric asked, "Are you up to another ride into town, Rufus?" "Oh, yes, Master. I like riding the carriage, Sir." "How many of the house servants are in jail?" "Four, Master. Sara the cook, her man Jeb the butler, and the two chamber maids, Pearl and Nelly." "Well, let's go get them. I guess we can all get in one carriage. If we bring back eight ou might want to change the horses." "No, Master. It be an easy ride, and the wheels in real good shape. Horses have no trouble at all. They need the exercise." Eric smiled at his stable master's thoughtfulness, stood and looked around the room. "Where are my good boots?" Rufus wondered who the other two would be but called Rena who brought the boots right away. On the way to town Eric stood unsteadily in the bouncing coach and reached around Rufus' waist to loosen his trousers and pull them down to expose his ass cleavage. "Drive like this from now on, will you please. Your ass is so pretty to look at." "Yes, Master Sir." Rufus lowered his pants more and spread his cheeks wider. After a while he said, "It was good last night, Master. Thank you. I guess I'm like the horses; I need a good workout once in a while too." "You were looser than I thought. Most people can't take it." Samuel's been feeding my ass to one of the stallions to keep me in the need, so I knew I could, Master Sir." Rufus smiled a little warily and added, "Me and your Aunt Julie too was real fond of horse." Eric wondered what that meant, but they were in town now so he asked, "Where is the county jail? And you might tighten your pants a little." "Not too far, Master." Rufus pulled up his pants half way. At the jail Eric convinced the sheriff that Jackson was a drunkard, a liar, a thief and possibly a murderer, and that his word in court would be worthless. He then obtained the release of the four house servants jailed for the murder of his aunt and uncle. "I wouldn't be surprised if it was Jackson," the sheriff said. "He's a shady sort, but I won't go after him unless you got some proof, Mr. Weston, even if you are the richest man in the state, and the word of a nigger don't count for much in these parts. "I'll be content, Sheriff," Eric sighed, "if you keep him away from me and my property. I never want to see the man again. If he trespasses, I'll have him shot." "Don't get all carried away now, boy." The sheriff interrupted. "You got the nicest plantation in the eastern half of the state, and it's my job to keep you happy. I don't want no shootings that I have to account for. You understand me, young man?" "Thank you, Sheriff," Eric said. "I hope to see you at the Easter Fair. I hear your wife is a great beauty." "Where'd you hear that from, boy?" "Judge Julius and I rode down on the train together. He seems a great admirer of your wife." "Well, don't get any ideas, Weston. She's all mine." "The thought would never cross my mind, Sir. I've got plenty of company around the farm." When the sheriff released the four servants from their cells Eric studied them carefully. The two girls, Nelly and Pearl, were about eleven or twelve with exquisite milk chocolate smooth skin. Sara the cook stout and strong, but it was her man Jeb the butler who interested him most. "Got a little taste for the dark meat?" The sheriff grinned. Eric shrugged indifferent. "Not to worry, Mr. Weston. A man does what he wants with his own property down here." The remark allowed Eric to study Jeb unabashedly. Tall and thin, his striped pants were cut voluminous on the left side, but still his long penis was very evident. Eric smiled at the bulge, then at the negro's face. Jeb grinned with pride, and Eric wondered about his aunt and uncle's life down here. "You two can sit across from me." He said to Jeb and Sara. "You girls up front. Now to the slave market, Rufus." "Yes, Master Sir." They all said together. As the carriage rolled through town Eric put his boot between Jeb's bare feet. His butler spread them apart. "Wider." Eric said. Jeb spread his feet until his knees were on either side of Eric's. Eric looked around the street. Not many people, and no one took any notice of him or his carriage. He then took a small knife from his vest pocket and flipped it open. Terror showed on Jeb's face as Eric pulled at the man's pants and carefully slit two inches up the crotch seam. Then he returned the knife to his pocket and said, "Pull your penis out for me, boy." Jeb fished through the small cut and pulled out his penis. "You're circumcised." "Yes, Master. When I was a boy." Eric studied the thick, chocolate shaft with its deep purple head and smiled at its ripe smoothness. When it hung low in all its glory Jeb stretched his legs to lower his thighs. "A passerby on the street might see it hanging so low, Master." Eric dropped the riding crop he was holding and bent down to retrieve it. As he did he sucked the purple cock head into his mouth. When he sat back up he said, "You will keep yourself clean from now on, boy. Do you understand me?" "Yes, Master." Jeb grinned. At the slave market Rufus halted the carriage and the girls jumped out, then he pulled in under the covered portico and pulled his pants up, tightened the rope that held them and jumped down to help his master down the carriage steps. "Master, Sir." Jeb pleaded. Noticing the slave market was a men only area Eric commanded, "Stand up, boy." When Jeb stood someone asked immediately "Is that boy for sale? I'll take him if he is. He's a fine breeder." The speaker took hold of Jeb's penis in a gloved hand and pulled on it. "When was the last time you come, boy? And how old are you?" The stranger demanded. "This morning, Sir. And I be almost thirty." Jeb said as Eric turned to examine the market. "This morning? On a market day?" "I couldn't help it, Sir. The deputy sheriff wanted me, Sir." "Wanted you for what?" "I can't say, Sir. I swore, or he going to kill me, Sir." "Get down here, boy." When Jeb jumped to the ground the stranger leaned his head close and whispered, "What did the deputy want, boy?" As he asked he grabbed Jeb's testicle. "Now tell me before I squeeze the juice right out of these." "He sucked my cock through the bars, Sir, and then pushed his naked ass up against them, and I had to fuck his hole until I come, Sir. You can ask the others if it's true, Sir. I didn't want to, but I couldn't help it." Eric turned "He's not for sale, Judge, just for show." "Master, Sir." Jeb pleaded again, in acute embarrassment, his penis hanging on the outside of his dirty pants like a trophy on a wall. He fell to his knees and embraced Eric's thighs, pushing his face into his master's crotch. "Can you suck too, boy?" The stranger asked. "If you can fuck a white ass you can suck a white dick." And he pulled a short, fat cock from the folds of his trousers. By now a small crowd had formed. It looked like a cock pit was going to form. "Go on, Jeb." Eric encouraged. "Do as the gentleman asked. We want to make friends in town." Jeb looked up at his master and quickly unbuttoned his trousers. Before Eric could protest Jeb was happily sucking his master to grand erection. "You know I meant the gentleman here, Jeb." Eric pulled his huge cock from the negro's mouth and pushed him toward the short fat erection that stuck out from a thick bush of grey hair. The town judge grinned at Eric and guided the boy's head to his stub. When Jeb's mouth covered the fat head the judge's heavy belly pushed against the top of his head. He held the boy tight and face fucked him for a few minutes before dumping a huge load into the negro's pink mouth. Jeb gulped it down until the man squeezed the last drops from his cock and pushed the boy away. Jeb looked over at his master whose giant, beautiful erection he took immediately into his mouth again. "You may get up and cover yourself now, Jeb." Eric said as he struggled to get his own partial erection back into his trousers. Master, it was you I wanted." "I know, Jeb, but we got to make friends with the judge, just in case we have trouble with Jackson. Now get up and cover yourself." "Yes, Master." Jeb struggled too to stuff his pulpy cock back into the slit in his pants as they walked into the covered market. Unfamiliar with the slaving practice Eric watched another man buy a slave boy. The man looked at the young boy's teeth, had him drop the only garment he wore - a filthy pair of cotton pants, and looked at the crack of his ass, fingered his anus for piles with a gloved hand and examined his genitals. Only then did he haggle over the price. When Eric said he was interested in house boys the slave seller brought out five young boys, dressed only in loose-spun cotton shorts. Eric was immediately interested in one; a beautiful, strong, milk chocolate twelve year old at the end. Next to him stood a shy younger boy. Showing no particular interest Eric studied all their teeth, then he looked at the face of the twelve year old. When the seller greeted another customer the boy's smile showed clean white teeth. When the seller returned his attention to Eric he motioned to the pants. "Drop your shorts." The seller said. The five boys all did as commanded. "A fine breeder as you can see." The seller nicked to the end boy. The boy had a long, thick penis and over large testicles. "Turn around." Eric commanded. When the boy did Eric stepped forward, bent him over and spread his ass cheeks. "Hold them." Eric said when the seller turned to the other customer. Eric removed his glove and inserted a finger into the anus. The boy flinched as the dry digit entered him but remained motionless. Eric pumped gently in and out before saying, "Turn around." As the boy did the seller spoke to the other customer. Eric examined the now pulpy penis with greater interest. As he weighed it and turned it over in his hand it began to stiffed. He weighed the heavy testicles and squeezed too hard. The pain caused the penis to go down as the seller returned his attention back to Eric. "Not much prospect for such a large organ, but I'll take him." Eric said. The younger boy at his side cried out, "Mobu," and began to cry. "What is it?" Eric asked. "He is my brother, and is frightened." Mobu said. "How much for the two of them?" Eric asked. "500." The seller said. "Too much." Eric motioned for the younger to turn and poked his finger into his ass. The boy pushed back, sliding his pucker over the finger. When he turned again his cock was long and stiffening. Eric countered, "I'll give you three." "Four." "Three-fifty. I only need one, and the young one is weak. He may not last the winter." "Done." On the ride back home Eric made Nelly and Pearl sit up front on either side of Rufus. The two new boys, Mobu and Bird sat next him with Jeb and Sara across. Once out of town he asked Rufus, "Who has run the estate for the last two months? Jackson has been too drunk. And loosen your pants as usual, Rufus." "Yes, Sir Master. Sorry, Sir." Rufus untied his string and pushed his pants down to completely expose his ass, which he spread over the bench and pushed back to give his master a full view of his round ass cheeks, and answered, "Samuel, Master." "And who is he?" As they spoke Eric motioned the two new boys beside him to loosen the string ties of their pants and drop them, then he reached between Jeb's legs. Jeb at once pulled his scrotum and testicles through the slit in his pants and then his penis, which began to grow as his testicles bounced on the leather set of the carriage. He grinned over at his new master and when Eric's pleasure showed in the tenting of his trousers, Jeb unfastened the buttons of the fly and exposed his master's huge white organ, a sight that none of them had ever seen. Sara got on her knees immediately. She had serviced Eric's uncle regularly, but he had been nothing compared to Eric, and she was ready and very willing to please her new master, but Bird was quicker; he immediately bent sideways and slurped the huge white organ into his mouth. As Eric let out a sigh Nelly turned around saw Bird's head bobbing up and down on the huge white column. "Are you a virgin?" Eric asked. "No, Master. Mr. Jackson forced me a year ago. He was drunk." "And since then?" "No one, Master. Your uncle was waiting to breed me this month." "Do you like drinking sperm?" Nelly paused, embarrassed. "Answer me truthfully, girl." "Yes, Master. Your aunt taught me how to please a man with my mouth. She was very fond of Samuel; he's the biggest on the farm, except for the stallions of course, but she was afraid of having his baby so never let him breed her up front. Your uncle liked when I poked my tongue deep into his anus. Jackson had a fat cock, but not like yours, Master, not so big and beautiful, and even though he was mean I liked sucking him too. Samuel is my favourite though, but since he is everyone's favourite, and he is a king, he takes what he wants." "You're old enough to be bred, and Rufus here has a fine organ. " "Yes, Master. He has let me pleasure him a few times, but we think he is my father, and he likes the boys, and the horses, Master. The master, your uncle, Sir, wanted to breed me himself next month. After that I was hoping to have a few of the field hands. There are some boys very handsome with beautiful organs, but nothing like you, Master, or Jeb or this one." Nelly nicked to Mobu who sat with his pants around his ankles. His balls and cock jostled against the leather seat as the carriage rolled on. His skin was as smooth as the finest leather. His cock was almost onyx black and shone like a huge magic wand. Nelly's stories had excited everyone. Jeb sat watching Bird suck their master's cock as Sara sucked his own long thin organ. Mobu sat watching Nelly, his stiff cock bouncing off the edge of the seat. When a bead of pre-cum formed at the tip Eric leaned down, milked out a large drop, touched his finger to it and pulled the string to his lips. All his slaves stared as he then stroked the slimy head of Mobu's beautiful eight inch hard on. Mobu watched passively. Eric sat and pushed his head toward Jeb. "Suck him," He commanded. "Master?" Mobu looked pained. "Or would you rather have white cock?" He pushed Bird away and pulled Mobu forward. Mobu resisted. "Do as you are told or I will put you in the fields from dawn until dusk. Mobu got on his knees and sucked his master, humiliated. "My poor Mobu. You too must learn to please a man with your mouth." Eric then spat into his hand and curled down over Mobu where he massaged two fingers into the young negro's ass. "And with your anus, my pretty stud." He then grabbed Mobu's balls, "or I will cut these off." He then pushed Mobu back and pulled his testicles up, forming a bouquet of meatballs between his index finger and thumb. "Lick the sweat off them, suck on them, love them, or I will make a woman of you." Mobu did as he was told, swirling his pink tongue over the smooth orbs, his soft full lips caressed the ripe fruit surrounded by a four day beard of golden hair until Eric pushed his cock back into the boy's mouth. Straddling the wooden driver's bench and fingering herself Nelly asked, "Master, may I?" "No. Mobu needs a little reward for his hard work." As the carriage turned between the two magnolias onto his own property Eric said, "Sit sideways, Rufus, and climb over here, girl." Nelly climbed into the back seat. Rufus straddled the driver's bench. "That won't do. Take your pants down." Rufus did as he was told. "Now suck his cock, girl, and raise your dress up." Nelly's tongue was all over Rufus' cock head and shaft, and bent over the front bench her ass stuck straight at the back seat. "Fuck her, Mobu." "Master, I ain't hard." Mobu was frightened of offending his master. "Then get hard." Eric laughed. Mobu had never had a woman before and squatted behind her. When his tongue touched her clitoris she squirmed back to him and held his head tight to her. Mobu gobbled at her slit and in a moment sported a hard and dripping erection. "Stand up now," Eric said as he slid over to the seat that Nelly knelt on. Taking Mobu's huge shaft he swiped it up and down over Nelly's clit as the girl whined. Then he lined it up and said, "Push." Mobu slid into his first soft cunt, then grabbed Nelly's hips and fucked her hard and fast. "Well, you can slow down and enjoy it a bit." Eric laughed. "Master," Mobu pleaded. "I ain't never done," he panted, "don't know about that. Oh, shit, Master Sir, this be the finest thing ever." He pounded the poor girl into ecstasy. Nelly sucked like a wild woman on Rufus as Mobu drove into her until she was drinking down her daddy's creamy slime. Her own orgasm shook the carriage as Mobu slammed her cheeks and dumped an orgiastic load into her. Then he fell over her panting as he felt fingers exploring his anus. "Master," he cried. "Don't move, unless it's to pump into Nelly." Eric commanded. Bird was eager to open his brother's ass with his tongue and fingers, working softly and carefully until the others could see the pink interior as Mobu poked this way and that in Nelly's vagina. And then he felt it -- the burning rod that would sear open his anus. He looked behind him. It was Jeb's thin nine inches that would take his tight ass. He rested his face against Nelly's smooth wet back and swirled around her clutching pussy, happy at least that it was not his master's monster horse cock. Jeb had been first fucked by Eric's uncle, slow and tender, and then been taken many times by Samuel, Rufus and many of the other older men on the plantation. He knew how to take a virgin ass and worked slowly. Holding Mobu's cock where it disappeared into Nelly's wet slit he used it like a joystick to guide Mobu's ass back to him. Then he leaned over and whispered, "If you've ever seen a whipping you'd know this is nothing. Try to enjoy it." Mobu nodded as Jeb popped just his cock head in and out a few times. By the time the carriage got to the front of the house Jeb was buried deep in Mobu's ass, Mobu's still rock hard cock pumped in Nelly, and Nelly still slurped at Rufus hard-on. "That's enough for now." Eric said. "Dress and go into the house." "But, Master, I ain't come yet." Jeb protested. "And this boy got a nice tight ass." Eric grinned. "Well, that'll make you all the more ready for me, won't it?" Jeb grinned, thinking he was the master's favourite. "Yes, Master," he said. 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