Date: Wed, 31 Jan 2018 08:29:35 +0000 (UTC) From: Christian Debus Subject: Master of River's Bend Chapter 20 Master of River's Bend Chapter 20 "Droit de Cuissage" This is a story of erotic fiction meant to be read by adults over the age of eighteen years Posted by Jean-Christophe: January, 2018 My stories are archived at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Jean-Christophe_Stories "The characters and ideas contained in this story are products of the writer's imagination and bear no resemblance to actual persons or events. Please respect the integrity of the story and don't do any rewrites, make alterations or add another's artwork or pictures" Please consider donating! Nifty needs your financial support to continue publishing these stories. If you'd like to help, please donate to http://donate nifty.org/donate.html Chapter 20 On entering Massa's bedroom, Ptolemy informs Ramses he must wait patiently for his Master's arrival and in the interim, he must kneel in the display position alongside Massa's bed. Ramses hurries into position and sits back on his heels, places his hands behind his head and tightens his upper body so that his torso is displayed to perfection. Ptolemy makes the final adjustments, he parts Ramses knees so that they are spread to their fullest and then shakes his cousin's cock and balls loose and poses them into a lewd display ready for Massa's inspection. As Ptolemy has a few minutes to spare and feels a measure of concern for his young relative, he advises him on what is to happen. "Ramses, I know you are a virgin and have never been fucked. But I also know you have craved this for some time now. You have told me about your erotic fantasies of having a Black man use you. Well, finally your fantasies are to become reality. Very soon now, Massa will claim his right of 'droit de Seigneur'. Do you know what that means, Ramses?" Ramses is aware of the translation. As Luke Trevannion, he'd been fluent in French. "It means the right of the lord, Ptolemy!" "Correct Ramses! Although, Massa prefers to use the term 'droit de jambage' when dealing with a slave. Are you aware of its meaning, Ramses?" "Umm. I'm not sure, Ptolemy. I think it translates as something to do with the leg. Or perhaps the thigh?" "Your understanding of French is impressive, Ramses. However, as a slave, you no longer have any need for it. A word of advice; never display your education in front of Massa or any of the Black overseers. If you do, you run the risk of a flogging." "Why is that Ptolemy?" Ramses asks, puzzled by the older slave's comments. "They'd see you as an 'uppity' whitey slave, Ramses. And that is something they can't abide. Slaves don't need to be educated. Their worth isn't in what they know but in the amount of labor - and profit - that can be whipped out of their bodies. So be warned!" "Why does Massa prefer to use 'droit de jambage' rather than "droit de Cuissage" Ptolemy?" "I'm not sure, Ramses! But I think it's a crude joke. By using it Massa is suggesting that he gets his leg over the slave's body claiming it as his property. Certainly, at times when Massa wants to fuck me he'll tell me - 'it's time to get my leg over, boy. Up onto the bed!' I believe it's a euphemism Massa uses when he wants to fuck me or another slave." "I have so much to learn about Massa, Ptolemy!" Ramses declares with a note of concern in his voice. "Perhaps I'll never fully understand him." "Ramses, it's not your place to understand Massa. It's your duty to obey him and to please him and not to understand him. Anyway, it's not a white slave's place to fathom how the minds of our Black Masters work. They rule and we submit, Ramses!" "Perhaps, you're correct, Ptolemy." Ramses replies dejectedly. "Ramses, a word of warning! Massa, like all Black men, is well-endowed. Black genitals are impressive to say the least and in Massa's case they are even more impressive. He is well-hung with a large cock and heavy balls. When Massa mounts you and drives his cock into your ass, you'll feel great discomfort and even pain. But what you feel is of no consequence. The only thing that matters is Massa's pleasure and you must work hard to give it to him." "Will it hurt much, Ptolemy?" Ramses asks tremulously. "At first it will, Ramses. It all depends on how eager Massa is and how hard he uses your ass. As a virgin you will be "tight-assed" so remember to relax and breathe through your nostrils and take deep breaths. Try and relax your ass muscles so that they grip and massage Massa's cock. What I can promise you Ramses is that it gets easier. Within a few days, as you adjust your hole to the length and girth of Massa's cock, you'll derive great pleasure from it. Soon you'll be panting like a bitch on heat for Massa's cock and wanting him to fuck you. All whites love Black cock Ramses and I have no doubts that you will too. I live for it and I can never get enough of Massa's cock. But now I must leave you and go to Sir Yancy's room and wait for his arrival. It will be strange having the new Sir use me. Apart from Boss Edward, Massa doesn't lend me to any of the Black overseers. Good luck, Ramses! And try to relax!" Satisfied that as best he could he has prepared Ramses for the ordeal ahead Ptolemy leaves his young cousin to await his Master's arrival. Forbidden to move, boredom soon overtakes Ramses. All around him the minutiae of everyday sounds seem to amplify. The exaggerated, loud ticking of a clock on the bedside table and the distant booming of the grandfather clock in the hallway mark the passage of time. Every fifteen minutes the grandfather clock chimes and Ramses is able to measure how long he's spent on his knees. Ramses grows restless and his muscles ache from the stress of inactivity. It's virtually impossible to maintain complete stillness - the human body isn't made to be immobile - and even the threat of punishment doesn't prevent him from fidgeting. He tries to empty his mind of all thought but that too proves impossible. Ramses uses the time to look around Massa Charles' bedchamber and he is impressed. There is nothing in his parents' home that can compare with the sheer luxury and opulence of the room. Then the door is thrown open and Master Charles purposely strides into the room and stands before his newest slave. Ramses' heart pounds within his breast and he immediately falls onto all fours and crawls forward to pay homage to his master by kissing his feet. Then, he waits expectantly for Massa's instructions with his nose pressed to the carpet and his ass pointing to the ceiling. As he waits on Massa, Ramses is acutely aware that his naked ass is exposed to his master's scrutiny and of the vulnerability of his position. Without speaking, Master Charles slowly circles around his slave like a predatory cat playing with its hapless victim. From his position with his face to the floor, Ramses can only see his master's feet as he towers over him. Then, Ramses becomes aware as Massa walks over to a bureau and rummages in a drawer. Massa walks back to where his slave is kneeling and takes up a position behind him. Ramses hears a whistling sound followed by a loud 'thwack' as a heavy leather strap cuts across his upturned ass. The suddenness and unexpectedness of this catches Ramses off-guard and his involuntary cry of pain echoes around the room. Four more times Massa's strap falls on his defenseless, naked body. Then, as suddenly as he'd begun, Massa stops. "I like to use the strap or the cane on my slaves' asses before I fuck them, boy. It makes them more alert and mindful of my needs. Now, stand and display!" Massa's instruction cuts through Ramses' pain and hastily, he leaps to his feet and displays his body for his Master's pleasure. Ever so slowly, Massa's eyes scan down over the front of Ramses' body and comes to rest at his groin. As Massa surveys him, Ramses feels a frisson of excitement wash over him and a shiver of expectancy causes him to tremble. Before, Ramses had only been in Master Charles' presence in front of others. Now they are alone and Ramses stands naked before his master in the intimacy and privacy of his bedroom. Master Charles stands almost face to face with his newest slave and Ramses feels Massa's hot, labored breath scorching his cheek. Charles places his left hand on the slave's belly and smiles as he feels the involuntary contraction of the stomach muscles responding to his touch. With his right hand, he reaches up and gently strokes Ramses' cheek before moving a finger down the wildly throbbing vein in his neck. Then, Charles reaches behind Ramses and places his right hand in the small of his back. Ramses' body stiffens at this close physical contact and he knows instinctively, this examination of his body is a precursor to his Master using him sexually. Involuntarily, Ramses shudders at the thought of this and Massa smiles at his reaction. Then, Massa's fingers fan out and begin to explore Ramses' back. Slowly, they move up and down the slave's spine like fingers on a piano keyboard seeking out the soundness of the vertebrae. Ramses begins to tremble uncontrollably as the hand gently caresses his muscular buttocks before a finger is crudely pushed into the crevice between the two globes of his ass. The master senses the slave's resistance to his exploratory finger and he delights in the defensive clenching of the buttocks as, vainly, they try to resist his advances. Undeterred, Massa gently uses his finger to excite the anus and obviously he is pleased as he feels Ramses' resistance weaken. Deliberately, he pushes his finger against the puckering hole and, not to be denied entry, he forces his finger through the tightly clenched sphincter; this causes Ramses some discomfort as his hole is unlubricated. Massa explores the inner depths of the slave's body seeking out the prostate gland. He finds it and his efforts are rewarded with a series of low appreciative moans as Ramses' body begins its quivering response to his invading finger. Master Charles places a hand on Ramses' fluttering belly and gauges his laboured breathing. He moves this hand up to the slave's chest and feels the rapid beating of his heart. Removing his hand from Ramses' back, Massa then begins to massage the heaving pectorals and uses his finger tips to excite the sharp needle points of Ramses' very sensitive nipples. Suddenly, both Massa's hands move down to Ramses' groin seeking out his hard erection. Massa feels the pre-cum leaking profusely from the tip of the slave's cock and rubs its viscosity between his forefinger and thumb. Massa leans forward, parts Ramses' lips, places his fingers in his mouth and orders him to suck; at the same time, he whispers into the slave's ear. "I'm looking forward to fucking you, Ramses!" Ramses trembles at this prospect. Suddenly, Master Charles steps back and ordered Ramses to. "Flex, slave!" Ramses is eager to please his new Master and instantly raises both arms and bunches his biceps into hard, rounded balls of knotted muscle for Massa's appreciation. The master's hands move over his slave's arms to his shoulders, poking and squeezing and testing their rock like hardness. Once more, Massa's hands glide down over the solid mounds of Ramses' chest pausing to playfully tweak his nipples before continuing down to trace out the scalloped edges of his abdominal muscles with a finger. Then, Ramses suffers the indignity of having that finger poke into his deeply indented navel. Massa's probing finger excites Ramses and he begins to tremble Massa ignores Ramses' genitals and his hands slid down the outside of the slave's legs to his feet before they began the return journey up the inside of the legs; they pause to test the corded muscles of his thighs before continuing on to the now hairless groin. The new slave feels the utter humiliation of this inspection most acutely. However, he knows from what Ptolemy has told him that most slaves are routinely subjected to these degradations; and he knows that, as Massa Charles' slave, he has to endure this inspection without complaint or any show of resistance. For a slave these inspections serve to re-enforce his servile state and conducting such examinations is akin to inspecting a farm animal prior to buying or selling it. To Massa, a slave is no more or no less than any other domestic animal. However, it's obvious that Master Charles does enjoy fingering an attractive, male slave. Next, Massa orders Ramses to turn and he places a hand on either side of the slave's narrow waist and moves them up the widening 'V' of the back to the armpits. He orders Ramses to raise his arms above his head so that he can see the interaction of the muscles in the wide shoulders with the strong back muscles. His hands glide over Ramses' back feeling the rippling effect of those muscles. Satisfied, he cups a tight buttock in each hand and, squeezing hard, he once more tests them for their firmness. Satisfied, Massa orders his slave to. "Bend and spread." Dutifully, Ramses bends at the waist as instructed and as he does so, Massa kicks his ankles further apart. Reaching behind, Ramses uses both hands to part his ass-cheeks. He's acutely aware that, once more, he is fully exposed to his master's lustful scrutiny. Massa is standing behind and looking back between his outstretched legs, Ramses can see him positioning himself to get a better view of his new slave's displayed anus. Ramses feels the weight of his cinched balls hanging between his splayed thighs pulling down on his rampantly hard cock. He feels Massa's hands groping at his ass and fingers moving up and down his crevice. Massa weighs his new slave's balls in a cupped hand and stretches his scrotum out from his body. "You have a great ass, boy!" Master Charles compliments Ramses. "Just the right size and it's ripe for fucking." Reaching in between Ramses' thighs, Massa pulls back on his cock, briefly holding it away from his body before allowing it to slap back to test its flexibility. Then, with a loud, almost affectionate smack on his ass, Ramses is ordered to. "Stand, face the front and display." Standing rigidly at attention with his feet apart and his hands behind his head, Ramses waits for the next assault on his body. He doesn't have long to wait as Massa once again grabs hold of his scrotum and rolls each of his testicles between his fingers. Next, Massa teases Ramses' slowly deflating cock back into a full erection and begins a slow, deliberate masturbation with his thumb and forefinger formed into the shape of an "O". Massa orders his slave to. "Start pumping your hips, Ramses." In response, Ramses begins a slow to and fro thrusting movement through the finger and thumb encircling his cock and with further urging from Massa, he quickens his pace until he's sweating from his exertions. Incrementally, Ramses quickens the pace of his thrusting hips and gives in to the enjoyment of the moment. How good it felt to have this opportunity to masturbate. He'd not jerked off since yesterday and he is in need of relief. But it isn't to be. Massa removes his hand from Ramses' cock and admonishes him. "Not just yet, Ramses!" Massa laughs at his slave's eagerness. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves, boy!" As Ramses enthusiasm wans, Massa steps back to visually appraise him. As Massa's eyes roam freely over his naked body, Ramses feels a hot flush of embarrassment wash over him. Instinctively, he knows Massa is evaluating him as his property and Ramses feels his face burning from his shame Then Massa speaks. "You're a fine slave, Ramses! I'm very pleased with you. You'd fetch a high price at the New Orleans auctions. There are many dandies who'd pay top dollar to buy you as a pleasure-slave. Out of curiosity, I'll have the itinerant slave-trader, Saggory Clutterbuck appraise you and give me an estimate of your real market value. But don't worry, I'm not selling you. I need you to sire a future white heir for River's Bend." Ramses swells with pride at his master's praise and answers simply "Thank you, Massa!" "Now, undress me, slave!" The slave moves quickly to obey his master's command. Shyly, Ramses unbuttons Massa's shirt and slides it off his shoulders until he stands stripped to the waist before him. Then dropping to his knees, Ramses removes Massa's shoes and socks. Next, he unbuckles his belt and eases Massa' trousers down over his legs into a crumpled heap round his ankles and helps him to step out of them. Momentarily, Ramses hesitates: his gaze was transfixed by the tent poling at front of Massa's undergarments. But a cuff to his ears refocuses Ramses attention back onto the job at hand. Gently, he eases the undergarment over Master's hard erection allowing it to spring free from its confinement and slides them down his legs to his feet. Carefully, Ramses eases them over each foot until he stands proudly nude in front of his slave. Looking at his master, Ramses decides there is a difference between a slave being naked and a master being nude. There is a nobleness about Massa's nudity but Ramses is acutely aware of the shame and degradation of his "slave nakedness". There is a subtle difference between being nude and being naked, Massa chose to be nude whereas Ramses nakedness was ordered by his master. Massa has the choice of wearing clothes whereas, Ramses, as a slave, will never again wear any garments. Nakedness is now his natural condition as it is with all of Massa's white slaves. Massa's collar and brand are now the only things he'll wear. The soft lighting of the room fell upon Massa's body bathing the rich mahogany brown of his superb body in a mellow golden glow. This is Ramses first sighting of his master's nude body and it is truly a thing of beauty. Ramses now understands why Ptolemy loves Massa and chose to be his slave all those years ago and worships at the feet of this Black god. Kneeling before Massa, his cock is at Ramses' eye-level and it stands at right-angles to his groin placing it just inches from his face. It has to be said that Massa is prodigiously endowed as is the case with all Black men. By comparison, Ramses feels the puniness of his own inadequate tackle despite the fact that he'd always considered himself to be "well-hung". "Continue!" Ramses' face is just inches from his master's groin and he can smell his heady masculinity. Ramses is tempted to take the initiative but he is unsure of what Massa expects of a slave he is fucking. As the seconds tick away, Ramses waits for his instruction and his nervousness grows. What must he do? Receiving no direction from Massa, Ramses shyly leans forward and kisses the head of Massa's cock. Through his lips, Ramses feels Massa's slight tremor and the stiffening of his body. And is it Ramses imagination or did he hear his master's soft moan of pleasure? Emboldened, Ramses burrows his head into Massa's groin as his tongue searches for his balls. At the touch of Ramses' tongue, Massa's body is convulsed by his trembling and his soft moaning grows even louder. As he burrows his face into Massa's pubes, Ramses breathes in his manly scent and takes one of his balls into his mouth. Ever so gently he suckles each of his balls and this raises his master to new levels of pleasure. Massa arches his back and cries out. "YES!!!! YES!!!!" This encourages Ramses to continue and he uses the tip of his tongue to tease the underside of Massa's cock with feather-touch gentleness. Ramses is rewarded; Massa grabs hold of his head and guides his mouth down over his glans. The muscles of Ramses' mouth relax as he tries - with some difficulty - to swallow his master's cock into its gullet. Never-the-less, his efforts do lift Massa to newer heights of ecstasy. The bedchamber's silence is only disturbed by the sounds of their sex; the slicking of Ramses' rounded lips as they move piston-like up and down Massa's hard erection and the moans of his mounting passion. The master holds his slave's head firmly between his hands and forces him to take more of his cock into the warm, moist embrace of the slave's mouth. To steady himself, Ramses reaches behind Massa and takes hold of a firm, rounded buttock in each hand. How good Massa ass feels to the touch! Ramses' trembling hands trace out the curvaceous contours of his master's ass and further emboldened by his shuddering response, Ramses uses a finger to probe into the deep, warm recess of Massa's ass-crack. Then he hesitates; has he overstepped the boundaries of master/slave protocol in doing this? Has Ramses forgotten his proper place as a slave? Should he have remained "slave passive" and allowed his Master to use his body. Has the slave transgressed and offended its master? Ramses pauses his exploration and waits for Massa to admonish me. However, Massa remains silent and encouraged by his silence Ramses uses his finger to excite his master. Ramses feels the delicious contractions as Massa's cock fires off two or three warning shots and he tastes his sweet, manly essence in his mouth. And Ramses' own cock throbs with impatient desire. Ramses looks beyond his master to his bed and knows that soon he'll be ordered to lie upon its silken sheets as Massa exercises his "droit de seigneur" rights over his new slave. Ramses' secret desire for slavery had brought him to this point and he is about to discover new things about himself. Could it be that he is about to find his 'true' inner self. Suddenly, Massa pushes his slave's head away from him leaving his mouth feeling strangely empty. Massa stoops and places a hand beneath Ramses' chin and up-tilts his face so that both master and slave look into each other's eyes. Massa smile down at his new slave and uncharacteristically, he strokes his cheeks. Shyly, Ramses smiles back at Massa and he is instructed to stand. Ramses quickly scrambles to his feet. Massa runs his hands down over Ramses chest pausing to playfully tweak his nipples before sliding them down over his belly to his cock. He takes it into his fisted hand and uses his thumb to tease and excite the piss-slit and in doing so, he reduces Ramses to a quivering, mass of overstimulated nerve endings. Then, Massa takes Ramses into his arms and forces his tongue into the mouth of his slave who sees this invasion of his body as a foretaste of what must inevitably follow. The master takes hold of the slave's cock and leads him to his bed and instructs lie to lie on it. Massa is now ready to claim his "droit de jambage" rights over Ramses and take his virginity. And Ramses is ready to surrender it to him. Massa orders Ramses to lie on his belly and he waits with tensed body and bated breath for his master's next move. Suddenly, Ramses feels the cold stickiness of a lubricant as Master's finger prepares his slave's asshole for his entry. Slowly and deliberately, Massa works to relax his slave and to stretch him open. For several minutes, the slicked finger slides in and out of Ramses ass-hole as Massa eases away his tension. How good Massa's finger feels and how easily Ramses gives in to its probing pleasure. Soon it is joined by a second finger and Ramses feels his hole being stretched open even wider. Massa continues with his preparations until he is satisfied that Ramses is ready. Massa lies on his back and orders Ramses to straddle him and to position his ass over the tip of Massa's erection. Massa tells Ramses he wants to watch as he fucks him. Massa said he wants to look into his slave's face and see what emotions play out there. Ramses' first emotions are those of fear, uncertainty and a fair degree of frustration. Uppermost in Ramses' mind is the question of how painful this will be. Inexperience holds Ramses back and he finds it difficult to position his body so that Massa has ease of entry into his ass. Massa assists by holding his cock perpendicular to his prone body and telling Ramses to lower himself onto him. As they make physical contact, the heat of Massa's cockhead sears itself against the sensitive tissue of Ramses' virgin sphincter sending anticipatory waves of pleasure coursing through his body. And yet, despite this, Ramses remains unreceptive to Massa's upward thrusts. At first, Massa is gentle and encourages Ramses to relax but eventually his patience is exhausted by the slave's lack of co-operation and he gives Ramses several admonishing slaps and orders him to. "Relax, damn you Ramses! I need to fuck your ass!" To help his slave, Massa reaches up with one hand and playfully tweaks Ramses nipples. With his other hand he strokes Ramses' straining cock and fondles his tightly constrained balls. And it works. Incredibly, Ramses feels his ass muscles relax and suddenly, Master's cock breaches his last line of defence. As the mushroom shaped head of Massa's cock spears through his resisting sphincter, Ramses becomes aware of his virgin tightness. He feels the sharp, agonizing pain of this first entry; it is as though his body is being rendered in two. Impatient to bury all of his cock into the deeper recesses of Ramses body, Massa continues with his relentless pushing. With each upward thrust, Ramses feels he's being stretched beyond the limits of his physical endurance. The pain is intense and he cries out. "Massa, please stop!" Ramses begs. "Oh, Massa it hurts so much. Please stop, Massa." However, his pleas go unanswered. If anything they act as a goad to Massa to fuck even harder. It is an uneven tussle and one that Ramses must inevitably lose. Massa's needs must prevail over his slave's pain. Instinctively, to help ease his distress, Ramses wriggles his ass to better accommodate Massa's invading cock and to his surprise the initial, intense pain gave way to feelings of pleasure. True, the dull ache remains by it is tempered by a sensation of exquisite tautness and his cries of pain are replaced by the low, appreciative moans of his mounting desire. Suddenly, Ramses is enveloped by sensations of incredible calm and anticipatory joy and he now surrenders to the erotic pleasures of the moment. Spitted on his Master's cock, Ramses swivels his hips and to his delight he feels the full length of Massa's cock slip easily into his ass until it is buried to the hilt. How good it feels as the vein-gnarled surface of Massa's throbbing prick massages and excites the sensitive inner linings of his rectum. Ramses slides his ass up and down his Master's impatient cock and synchronizes his movements to Massa's wild thrusting. Mere words can't describe the intense pleasure Ramses feels as Massa's rigid manhood probes and seeks out his pleasure spots. And he responds by working the internal muscles of his ass to give his master reciprocal pleasure. Master and slave become as one entity; coupled together by their common needs. Neither know long they remain like this. Time stands still and the initial pain Ramses felt no longer matters. Their bodies glisten with their sex induced sweating and the air in the room hangs heavy with the erotic scent of their carnal lust. Massa orders his slave to slowly masturbate as his hands massage Ramses' chest and teases his nipples. With each upward lunge of Massa's cock and with each stroke of his own hand, Ramses' own turgid member cried out for relief. His balls tighten within his scrotum and they too ache for release. Massa's plunging becomes more rapid and his slave senses his mounting urgency. Without warning, there is a pause in his wild thrusting; a cessation when all that Ramses feels is the urgent throbbing of the excited cock buried deep within his ass. Suddenly, Massa's exultant shout announces his climax and, as he ejaculates within the tight confines of his slave's body, Ramses feels the exploding jets of Massa's semen heat-blasting his innards. Ramses arches his back and bites his lips as he tightens his ass muscles to hungrily milk Massa of every last vestige of his seed. As he does so, Ramses cock now seeks its own relief. Ramrod straight and poker hard it points at Master's chest; Ramses feels the tight contraction of his balls and the powerful surging of his cum as it spews from the narrow confines of his piss-slit. With each exquisite spurt Ramses sprays his Master's chest and belly with globs of his glistening, pearly-white sperm. Satiated, Ramses sits astride his master and waits as Massa's cock deflates inside of hm. Ramses feels his master's flaccid cock slip out of his ass and he's suddenly conscious of a new "emptiness" and a sense of regret. Without any prompting from Massa, and acting purely on impulse, Ramses leans forward and licks up his semen from his master's chest and belly. He pauses from time to time to tease Massa's nipples and to explore the depths of his navel with the flickering tip of his tongue and Massa responded by stretching his prone body to its full length and moaning appreciatively. Massa had exercised his ownership rights over his newest slave. He'd opened up Ramses' body to the Black man's cock and initiated him into slave sex. And Ramses has pleased his new Black master and earned his approval. Ramses is unprepared for what happens. Normally, after a slave has satisfied his Master he leaves the Master's bed and returns to the slave quarters or retires to the floor alongside the master's bed. Ptolemy had told him this and Ramses assumes that he will sleep on the floor alongside Massa's bed. But Massa doesn't order Ramses from his bed; instead he takes his slave into his arms and draws him closer and before long, he falls asleep. However, unlike his master, sleep eludes Ramses and he spends a long, restless night. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> A new day dawns: How strange Massa's bed feels! At last, the long night draws to a close as the predawn light filters in through the shaded windows and suffuses the room with its promise of a new day. Ramses welcomes the dawn for he has been awake in the night's darkness with his mind in turmoil. Massa lies alongside his slave lost in the slumber of the contented. Ramses, on the other hand, has slept fitfully and has lain awake for most of the night lost in the confusion of his conflicting emotions. He has spent the night suspended between the highs of sexual ecstasy and the lows of self-doubt, shame and guilt. There are so many unanswered questions spinning around in the vortex of my mind. Ramses turns onto his left side and props his head on his hand so that he can better scrutinize this enigma of a man who is now his Black Master. He watches the steady rise and fall of Massa's powerful chest and the undulating rippling of his belly as he breathes. The filtered sunlight falls upon Massa's prone figure gilding it and highlighting the rich mahogany tones of his magnificent body. Massa stirs slightly and shifts his body to a more comfortable position; Ramses lies very still so as not to awaken him. Once more Massa settles down and his slave watches as his early morning erection inches into life. Fascinated, Ramses watches as it lengthens, thickens and stiffens thus forcing the foreskin to retract back along the ramrod hardness of the shaft. Soon, the eye of the exposed glans appears to be winking "good morning" at Ramses who winces at the memory of last night's pain. This morning Ramses' ass is indeed sore and feels well-used! Massa stirs; he momentarily opens his eyes and with an appreciative murmur he resettles back into the short limbo of nothingness between diminishing sleep and full wakefulness. Ramses waits apprehensively for his master to waken. Last night the Master had deflowered his slave. In exercising his owner's right of 'jus primae noctis', Massa had used his cock as the instrument to take away Ramses virginity and to introduce him to total, submissive slave sex. As a slave, Ramses had no other choice but to submit. Masters command and slaves obey! That is the immutable law of slavery! After the events of last night, Ramses thoughts are very mixed and confused to say the least! If he is truthful, there'd been elements of pleasure for Ramses despite the pain and discomfort he'd felt. And it is this that confuses him. Massa stirs into full wakefulness. Reaching out he touches his slave's face and speaks. "Good morning, Ramses!" "Good morning, Massa." "Ramses, how's your ass this morning?" "It's very sore Massa!" "That's too bad, Ramses!" Massa points to his rampant erection and tells his slave. "As you can see I have to take care of this so despite your discomfort, I need to use your ass again." Ramses winces at Massa's words. "Alright then Ramses! Let's have you on all fours. I want to fuck you doggy style." Despite his apprehension, Ramses scrambles into position and waits while his master quickly lubricates him. Unlike last night, Massa is in a hurry and positions his massive cock against Ramses battered hole. He ignores Ramses' cries of pain and with a series of powerful lunges he forces himself into Ramses and begins a furious thrusting. This morning, Massa has a sense of urgency which is reflected in the almost mechanical way he uses Ramses. He doesn't consider the new slave in anyway and uses Ramses' body merely as a convenient receptacle for his lust and his seed. Last night Ramses had been fucked; this morning he feels he is being brutally raped. What is happening to Ramses negates any of the pleasure he'd felt last night when there'd been a small degree of intimacy between the master and his new, unbroken slave Unlike last night, Ramses isn't enjoying this experience; there is no pleasure in it for him. The only emotions he feels are deep humiliation and shame as his master dispassionately uses him. This morning, Massa's actions leave Ramses in no doubt that he is just another of Massa's slaves to be used by him for his sexual gratification. Fortunately, Ramses ordeal is soon over. Given its short duration, Massa's need must have been great but Ramses is left unfulfilled and bruised. Massa however is most pleased. He resoundingly slaps his slave's ass and tells him. "Ramses, you're one helluva good fuck!" Master's flippant words shame Ramses and reduce him to a new level of his slavery. Through his tears he replies. "Thank you, Massa! I'm happy that you are pleased with your slave." "I am, Ramses I'm very happy with you. In acquiring you I have been most fortunate. You are a younger version of Ptolemy so now I have two members of the St Jean family to fuck. But now it's time to send you to the stables and get you ready for the day's work. I'm not sure what plans Sir Yancy and Boss Edward have for you or what work they'll assign you to." Then unexpectedly, Massa orders Ramses to lie face down on the bed as he examines his slave's asshole for injury or damage. Massa spreads the slave's buttocks and looks at the pink, striated rosette of his sphincter. "Your pucker looks puffy and there is some bruising." Massa comments. "But I suppose that's to be expected after the pounding I gave it. You'll need to look after it and put a salve on it." Ramses detects a note of concern in Massa's voice? If that is so, then Massa's concern isn't for Ramses as a person. It's no more than an owner's concern for a valuable piece of property. "We'll need to watch your pucker over the next few days. I'll speak to Boss Edward and ask him to have the vet look at your asshole and to use a salve until the swelling and bruising disappear. In the meantime, there's to be no fucking. I'll tell Sir Yancy and Boss Edward to hold off from fucking you for a day or two. No doubt they'll be disappointed. But I'll also tell them that you're a great fuck and well worth the wait. Now off you go and find Ptolemy. He'll instruct what to do next." "Yes Massa!" Ramses replies and then remembers that Ptolemy had told him to thank Massa Charles. "And thank you, Massa for fucking me." "Good boy, Ramses! You're most welcome and rest assured that there'll will be many more fucks to follow. Now be off and find Ptolemy!" To be continued .................