Date: Sun, 9 Jul 2017 09:25:12 +0000 (UTC) From: Christian Debus Subject: "Master of River's Bend Chapter 17 Master of River's Bend Chapter 17 "Slave Lessons" This is a story of slave fiction meant to be read by adults over the age of eighteen years Written by Jean-Christophe "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! Nify 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 17: Ramses sense of betrayal is palpable! The day's tumultuous events have left him bewildered, confused and apprehensive. Very, very apprehensive! Massa Charles has told him that he is now a slave for life with no possibility of him ever returning to his life as a free man. He is to remain at River's Bend Plantation as one of its wretched, white slaves for the remainder of his days or until his owner, Massa Charles decides otherwise. Of course, he'd often fantasized about this possibility and derived great erotic pleasure from his reveries about being another man's slave. And despite any misgivings he might have had when Ptolemy proposed he spend his time at River's Bend sampling life as one of its slaves, he'd agreed. And the option of walking away and returning home with a sizeable sum of money, had also influenced his decision. The combination of greed and allowing his eager cock to overrule his head had been a fateful one which he now regrets. Ramses realizes that he'd been cruelly duped by both his cousin and Master Charles. Tears sting his eyes as he contemplates the duplicity of both men; one the master and the other his slave. Of course, he's not aware that Ptolemy is blameless and had no prior knowledge of his master's true intentions towards his young relative. Indeed, Ptolemy had been an unwitting partner in Massa's duplicity and the immediate enslavement of Ramses so soon after his arrival had taken him completely by surprise. He'd always hoped that cousin Luke would come to accept voluntary slavery to Massa just as he'd done so many years ago. Consequently, he does feel a measure of guilt and pity for Ramses. Ptolemy hasn't had the chance to speak with Ramses about this irrevocable turn of events; however, now that the 'die is cast", he has already resolved to help and guide his young cousin as he makes the traumatic adjustment from a proud, free man into a submissive slave as easy and as painless as possible. Ramses has already felt the pain of his new master's anger and the ugly, reddish-blue stripes beginning to bruise his ass and matching those on Ptolemy's own buttocks are a painful reminder of what to expect should he incur Massa's displeasure. Ptolemy sincerely hopes the pain Ramses is feeling will serve as an incentive for him to behave. Ramses stands slightly behind and to the side of Sir Yancy's chair. He watches as his former slave dines and he listens to the animated conversation between the three black men. As at lunch, Massa had ordered Ramses to unobtrusively assist Sir Yancy choose the right cutlery and to be ever ready to step forward to remove his plates between the various courses. Ramses watches as Sir Yancy quickly assume the mantle of a free man while he must acquire the servile attitudes and behavior of a subservient slave. The thought that he'll never again sit at such an elegantly laid dining-table and eat such delicious food or drink the finest French wines is a sobering one. As yet, he or the other slaves haven't eaten and his stomach churns from its hunger pangs as he watches Sir Yancy devour his dinner with relish. Ramses had told him earlier the slaves will eat the scraps left from their Master's and his guest's meal. Only after they have finished eating and the rise from the table will Massa give the slaves his permission to eat in the kitchen. Until then, Ramses must suffer the pangs of his hunger in silence. As he'd been instructed to do by Ptolemy, Ramses stands with his body rigidly erect with his shoulders squared to emphasize the contours of his chest and the flatness of his belly. It also has the effect of thrusting his as yet unbanded genitals forward into a prominent and obscene display. His hands are clasped behind his back and rest on his pain-filled ass. Furtively, from time to time, he ruefully rubs his still throbbing buttocks in a vain attempt to ease the pain he feels. Ptolemy has adopted an identical stance between his Master's chair at the head of the table and that of Boss Edward who sits on Massa Charles' right. Sir Yancy sits in a place of honor at the opposite end of the table facing Massa Charles. Tears stain Ramses' face as he contemplates his future. Never again will he see his home, his parents or his friends. Never again will he wear clothing of any type and he has now assumed the naked anonymity of the all the plantation's other slaves. Never again will he have any freedom of choice; all decision making now belongs to Massa Charles. In future, he will be denied access to books and all intellectual discussions. His opinions and thoughts are no longer of any consequence and from now on his view of the world must be limited to River's Bend. What happens beyond the confines of its boundaries are no longer his concern. What is now required of him is that he gives unstinting loyalty to Massa Charles and his overseers and instant obedience to all orders given to him by Black men. As he stands at the ready, Ramses thinks back over the day's momentous events. Was it only this morning that he'd disembarked at the plantation's wharf full of anticipation and excitement at visiting his ancestral home and meeting his black sheep cousin, Beauregard St Jean? From somewhere within the house, a clock loudly chimes nine o'clock. His mind does a quick calculation and works out that his arrival was less than twelve hours ago during which time his life has irrevocably changed. And the knowledge that his secret, foolish craving to be a slave has now become grim reality gnaws at his innards and disturbs his emotional equilibrium. With nothing else to do, Ramses thinks back to Sir Yancy's caning of him on the front porch. Certainly, he'd felt the full force of Yancy's strength ironically built up by the hard labor he'd been subjected to as the slave, Nestor. During his caning, Ramses had cried out under the cruel barrage of strokes and vainly pleaded for mercy. But Yancy had shown none! He'd applied the cane with relish and if anything, Ramses pleas only served to encourage Yancy to apply the cane with greater strength and severity. At the end of his caning, Ramses had fallen to his knees and liked a whipped dog, he'd crawled to Massa Charles' feet and weeping, he thanked him for his chastisement. Then, he'd crawled submissively to Sir Yancy's feet, kissed them and thanked his former slave for delivering his first lesson in slave obedience. Immediately, after Ramses' caning, both masters retired to their rooms to bathe and dress for dinner. Ramses first task was to undress Sir Yancy; a task he undertook with some trepidation; fearful of upsetting his new master and earning further punishment. Yancy had retained the cane and it now rests ominously on top of a cupboard serving as a visual reminder to the slave to behave and perform his duties with the satisfaction. Sir Yancy wastes no time; he sits in a velvet armchair and orders Ramses to. "Undress me, boy!" At first Ramses hesitates! Where is he to begin? Then, he remembers the routine he'd always adopted at home whenever a slave helped him to disrobe. He falls to his knees in front of Yancy and removes his boots and socks. "Kiss my feet, slave!" Yancy orders imperiously. Ramses leans forward and hisses both feet. Ramses feels humiliated by this act of debasement and yet, at the same time, a sense of exhilaration ripples through his body. And strangely, he understands he has found his true position in life; crouching at the feet of a Black man and paying him homage by kissing his feet. Yancy rises out of the chair and stands barefooted and speaks down to the slave kneeling at his feet. "Continue!" Ramses stands and carefully unbuttons his former slave's shirt. Impatiently, Yancy shrugs it off and stripped to the waist, he deliberately flexes his powerful muscles and poses his impressive body to impress his former master. And Ramses is impressed by Yancy's display. At eighteen, he has the physique of an Adonis and a Black Adonis at that. Broad of shoulder and barrel chested, Ramses can't take his eyes away from Sir Yancy and gazes with slack-mouthed wonder at his former slave's youthful beauty. "What you looking at, dumbass?" Sir Yancy asks." Do you like what you see?" What should Ramses, the slave do? Should he answer Sir Yancy? And if so - what does he say? Sir Yancy is now Ramses' superior and he must treat the young, Black man with all due respect. Can Ramses - a lowly slave - presume to tell Sir Yancy that he likes what he sees? Impatiently, Yancy moves forward and not for the first time slaps his slave's face. "I asked you a question, white boy. Answer me when I ask you something. I'll ask you again. Do you like what you see?" With the left side of his face still stinging from the slap and not wishing for a repeat, Ramses answers. "Yes Sir! I very much like what I see, Sir!" "You wanna see more dumbass?" "Yes Sir!" "Then help me out of my trousers!" Yancy watches as Ramses unbuckles the belt around his waist and slides the trousers down over his hips and legs letting them fall into a crumpled heap around his ankles. Yancy pauses momentarily before kicking the trousers free; he now stands semi naked before his slave. Ramses notes the glaring whiteness of Sir Yancy's undergarment which dramatically contrasts with the rich mahogany color of his flawless skin. The covering hides very little and suggests much. Wide-eyed, Ramses notes the prominent bulge in Sir Yancy's groin and the obvious outline of his cock and balls bunched up in the tight confines of the undergarment. Ramses watches the steady rise and fall of Sir Yancy's accelerated breathing and the nervous fluttering of his well-defined abdominal muscles. Obviously, Ramses' own nakedness is arousing Sir Yancy. He sees the steady swelling of Yancy's cock struggling against the restricting fabric of his undergarments and he watches as his cock head breaks free of its confinement and peeps out over the top of his waistband. Then in one quick, fluid movement, Ramses removes this last remaining garment and Sir Yancy stands before him in all his youthful nakedness. Released from its prison, Sir Yancy's cock points suggestively towards Ramses as his balls hang free. Ramses, as Luke Trevannion, has seen naked, Black slaves before today and he knows they all are prodigiously well-endowed and Sir Yancy was living proof of this. His cock could best be described as massively thick and long. Ramses always prided himself that he'd been fortuitously blessed and he is proud of his own not inconsiderable endowment. But even this is dwarfed by Sir Yancy! Ramses is entranced by Sir Yancy's physical beauty and he is overwhelmed by the size of his prodigious genitals. Yet, as he looks at Sir Yancy's nakedness, Ramses sees him through the eyes of a slave. Sir Yancy's commanding physical presence overwhelms his inferior, white slave status and he sees the young, Black man in a new light. In every sense, Sir Yancy is his superior. Sir Yancy moves towards Ramses who involuntarily steps back to keep a respectful distance between them. "Stand still, boy! Display!" Instinctively, Ramses obeys him. He places his hands behind his head and moves his feet apart and stands ready for Sir Yancy's inspection. Ramses has been a slave long enough to understand the instruction to "display" is a precursor to a hands-on examination. "That's better, dumbass! You do as I tell you and we'll get along just fine. Now as we are going to be spending our time together, I think we should get to know one another better. What you think, boy? Would you like that? "Yes sir! I would like that very much, Sir!" "Good then, let's get started." Ramses stands placidly as Sir Yancy begins his inspection. Hesitantly at first, but gaining confidence by the moment, Yancy's hands slide down over the slave's naked body gauging it for its hardness and assessing its strength. Ramses shivers at his touch as Yancy plays with his prominent nipples. Ramses yelps loudly as Yancy cruelly pinches, twists and deliberately stretches them away from the slave's chest. Next, as Yancy strokes Ramses' cock into an erection and hefts his balls he is embarrassed by the comments they elicit. "Hmm! They're not bad for a puny, white boy! They're bigger than your father's wizened, wormlike cock and his tiny, shriveled balls. I don't know why you white men feel superior to us black men. The size of your cocks doesn't make you so. " Ramses is surprised at the reference to his father's genitalia. It would seem that Yancy has an intimate knowledge of them and he wonders under what circumstances. Had Yancy, as the slave Nestor, been forced to service his father's cock? Ramses responds to the order to turn around and present his back to Yancy. He trembles as Yancy cradles an ass-cheek in each hand and squeezes them in a test of their firmness. However, he baulks when told to drop to the ground on his hands and knees. Suddenly, Ramses is apprehensive. Why is Sir Yancy doing this? Does he intend to fuck Ramses? But he also knows that Massa Charles has first claim on his ass. Surely Sir Yancy will respect that. With his back to Yancy, Ramses doesn't see his anger but hears the 'swish' of the cane just seconds before he feels the pain of it across his shoulders. "I gave you an order, boy. Do it!" Now chastened, Ramses hastens to obey and drops to the ground. Suddenly, he feels very exposed and vulnerable. Ramses is acutely aware that his balls hang suspended between his widely spaced thighs and that his winking sphincter is obscenely exposed to Sir Yancy's view. He feel its contractions with each nervous beat of his heart. He wonders - what is Yancy going to do to me? He prepares for the worst and waits fearfully for Sir Yancy to enter him. Then, he feels a finger tracing a path from his balls along the perineum to his ass-hole. There it pauses and slowly teases the quivering flesh. Tantalizingly, Sir Yancy excites the sensitive tissue around the opening raising Ramses' cock to a level of expectation it can no longer fight. He submits to Sir Yancy's ministrations and nervously waits for his next move. But that is as far as Yancy takes him. With a dismissive slap to his ass, Sir Yancy orders Ramses to kneel before him. Hastily, the slave scrambles onto his knees and faces him. My Ramses relief at not being fucked is all too obvious and Sir Yancy laughs at him. "What's the matter, boy? You thought I was going to fuck you? Rest easy! You got a cute, white ass, boy, but it belongs to your Massa. He has first claim on it and he'll be the first to use it. But your Massa has said I can use you when he is finished. That's an offer too good to refuse. As soon as Massa Charles gives his permission, I intend to use you long and hard. And often! Believe me boy your ass will soon have a lot of use from me." Sir Yancy's threat both frightens and excites Ramses. The physical aspect of being raped disturbs Ramses and yet, at the same time, the prospect of the pleasure that he might derive from such an event is attractive. How many times in the past had Luke Trevannion fantasized about his slave, Nestor pleasuring him? Then it had been no more than the erotic dream of a hormone driven teenager. Now it is about to become reality. Sir Yancy stands just inches from Ramses with his cock, now semi-flaccid, resting in line with the slave's face. Ramses is fascinated by its shiny -purple-black meatiness and he takes time to study it. He is impressed by its vigor and imagines it entering into his ass-hole and thrusting deep into his body. But Sir Yancy has other plans for his cock. He orders Ramses to. "Open your mouth boy! Open I said! WIDE!" Sir Yancy's intent is obvious. Ramses is to service his cock with his mouth. Apprehensively, Ramses considers its enormous girth and length and finds both are daunting; surely, his mouth and throat are too small for such an undertaking. Impatiently, Sir Yancy picks up his discarded belt and loops it around the slave's neck before jerking his head into his groin. The thick, wiry hair of Yancy's pubes rasps against his lips. "I said ... open up! Take my cock in your mouth. I can't use your ass-hole but there ain't nothing to say I can't use your mouth and throat." Ramses is new to oral sex. Until now, he'd never had a cock in his mouth and the prospect of now doing so fills him with trepidation. As Ramses looks hesitantly at Sir Yancy, it isn't his ability to satisfy him that worries me. Rather it is the ability to take his massive, thickly veined organ into his mouth and throat. But Sir Yancy isn't to be denied. He cuffs the slave's head and once more, orders him to take his cock into his mouth. Ramses battles during those first few moments; the bulbous cockhead fills his mouth and his throat muscles close up in an attempt to stop any further intrusion. Impatiently, Sir Conn grabs hold of Ramses' ears and slams his hips into his face. Sir Yancy ignores the slave's gagging and spluttering and through his struggling panic Ramses hears his young master telling him to relax and breath through his nose. Mercifully, he pauses his thrusting long enough to allow Ramses to settle into a pattern of deep rhythmic, nasal breathing. With each breathe, Ramses panic subsides and the muscles of his throat relax enough to allow him to swallow the invading cock inch by inch into its depths. With growing confidence, Ramses applies himself to giving Sir Yancy the pleasure he demands. And in the giving of that pleasure, Ramses is rewarded with a new found pleasure of his own. It was soon obvious that Ramses is pleasing his master. He feels the tightening of Sir Yancy's body, the arching of his back and the clenching of his ass as he continued to thrust into Ramses. He listens to Sir Yancy's soft moans of pleasure and senses his rising passion. Ramses' bobbing head keeps time with the to and fro thrusts of Sir Yancy's hips and he is impervious to all around them. Ramses forgets that he is a slave and that the recipient of his oral sex is his the master. Then, Ramses begins to feel the first small bursts of Sir Yancy's impending ejaculation and to taste the sweetness of his essence. With their rising ardor, both master and slave quicken their pace. Simultaneously, Ramses' mouth siphons along the shaft of Sir Yancy's iron-hard erection and his throat muscles massage his cock; stimulating and coaxing it into a final, climactic eruption. Once more, Ramses feels the arching of Sir Yancy's back, the tight clenching of his buttocks and his ears ring from Yancy's loud, exultant cry as the floodgates of his passion open to overwhelm the slave. Wave after wave of Yancy's manly essence fill Ramses' mouth to overflowing and in his eagerness to please his master he swallows hard. And instinctively he knows not to allow one drop of his master's precious semen to spill onto the floor. Ramses waits patiently as his master's cock wilts in his mouth and for their labored breathing to subside. He looks up into Sir Yancy's face and is rewarded with a patronizing pat on the head. Ramses sees the beads of sweat trickling down Sir Yancy's heaving chest and belly. The heady scent of his master's perspiration is intoxicating and wanting more, Ramses begins to lick the sweat from Sir Yancy's torso. Greedily, he laps at its saltiness like a thirsty man satisfying his thirst. And as he does so, Ramses is swamped with a strange emotion. Here he is kneeling at the feet of this young, black Adonis as a naked, white slave. His new master, Massa Charles has given Sir Yancy authority over him and it feels right for Ramses to be at his feet. Despite Ramses anger at being cruelly betrayed and his fears for the future, this is proving to be an epiphany for him; another step of the journey into his new life of servitude. Spontaneously, Ramses leans forward and kisses Sir Yancy's feet and by doing so, he acknowledges his true status as a slave and submits himself to Sir Yancy's oversight and discipline. Then, overcome with emotion, Ramses expresses his heartfelt gratitude to Sir Yancy. "Thank you Sir!" The words were simple but spoken with true meaning. "Why are you thanking me boy?" "For honoring me, Sir. By using me for your pleasure, Sir! "Well, I've gotta say it to you, dumbass! You're one helluva great cocksucker for a white boy. Much better than your father! But it's time to get you to work. It's time to get me bathed and dressed for dinner. We mustn't keep Massa Charles waiting. GET UP ON YOUR FEET BOY. NOW!" To be continued. . . . . . . .