Date: Tue, 27 Nov 2018 01:56:28 +0000 (UTC) From: Christian Q Subject: Master of River's Bend Chapter 25 Gay male/Interracial Gay male/Authoritarian Master of River's Bend Chapter 25 "Boss Edward - the Man behind the Whip" Written by Jean-Christophe: November,2018 This is a story of erotic slave fiction with the emphasis on male on male sex. If you are under the legal age or should the subject matter offend you, then read no further. This story is the product of the writer's imagination and not based on any actual persons or events. Please respect the integrity of the writer's work and don't do any rewrites, make alterations or add another person's artwork without permission. Nifty needs your financial support to continue posting these stories for your enjoyment. Please consider making a donation to http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html My tumblr blogs: White Slaves of Aljanna Plantation http://tobyboi.tumblr.com Chosen for Slavery http://tobyboi2.tumblr.com Chapter 25: Once arrived at the worksite, Yancy pulls back hard on the reins controlling his pony and with a loudly shouted "whoa", he draws Chico to a sudden halt. Ramses is unprepared for this change in the cart's forward momentum and, unable to stop himself, he stumbles and falls to his knees. Yancy wastes no time in using his driver's whip in getting Ramses to his feet. As the whip falls across the new slave's back, Yancy angrily admonishes him. "On your feet, dumbass! You're here to work and not rest." The unexpected cut of Yancy's light, driver's whip causes Ramses to yelp in pain as he hastily scrambles back onto his feet. Suddenly, he is afraid - very afraid. "What kept you, Yancy?" Boss Edward asks. "Ah, let me guess. You stopped off by the river for a quick fuck with Chico! Am I correct?" Yancy blushes at the bluntness of Edward's question but smiles sheepishly as he answers. "Well, yeah... you guessed right Edward. It wasn't my intention to stop as I was anxious to fetch Ramses to the river and put him to work as quickly as possible. But you know how it is. I was sitting in the cart watching these two slaves running in front of me and all I could see was their white asses flexing as they ran. Sometimes, I got to see their assholes puckering with the effort and finally it all got to much for me. Besides, Chico kept talking about "Massa Charles' resting place". I think he was hoping we'd stop off there so that I would use his ass and I didn't want to disappoint him." "That sounds like Chico. He sure does like to have his white ass fucked. Isn't that right, boy?" "Yassum, Boss!" Chico replies enthusiastically. "Ain't nothin' Chico likes better'n having his ass used by the overseers; 'specially by you, Boss Edward. Chico loves having your cock up his ass, Boss. Hmm- mm!" Edward frowns at Chico's reply. True, he'd put the question to Chico but the slave's answer showed his lack of respect and over-familiarity towards a black overseer and these are both cardinal sins for any white slave to display. The slave needs to learn his proper place. Edward quickly uncoils the whip he is carrying and with a deft flick of his wrist, he twice applies it to the pony's ass. As two angry, red stripes appear on Chico's flawless, olive-skinned buttocks, he cries out in pain. "You need a lesson in respect, boy! When asked a question by an overseer, a slave needs to keep his answer plain and to the point. I asked if you liked being fucked and your answer should have been simply - 'yes, Boss Edward' - without your references to me or the other overseers. The one thing I can't abide is a sassy whitey who talks too much. Sass needs to be whipped out of a slave so that he knows his place before his black betters and learns to keep a still tongue in his head. And if that don't work, well then, I can arrange for the vet, Immutef to mute him." Ramses watches and listens in horror. Of course, he is, by now, well aware the whip plays an integral part of slave control and discipline and Boss Edward's use of the whip on Chico isn't at all surprising However, the mention of muting is another matter and the very idea of it fills him with dread. Is such an extreme measure used at River's Bend and, if so, how frequently? To Ramses troubled mind, such a practice is inhuman! But then he remembers Massa Charles, Boss Edwards and, no doubt, all the overseers on the plantation - who he is yet to be exposed to - don't regard their white slaves as human. They are simply beasts-of-burden destined to toil under the lash for their Black Masters. Ramses is in no doubt about the menace in Boss Edward's threat or that he lacks the resolve to follow through with it. Accordingly, he vows to always exercise caution in his dealings with all the Black men who now totally control his life. Sadly, he has learned another aspect of the unfairness of slavery but, at the same time, he realises such practices aren't confined to his new Black masters. Ramses knows the white, slave-owning friends of his own father, Robert Trevannion, use similar cruel methods to keep their black slaves in line. Of course, these are never discussed in the elegant drawing-rooms of the stately plantation mansions in the presence of genteel womenfolk who must at all times be shielded from the true horrors of slavery. These delicate flowers of southern womanhood only see their richly liveried slaves serving within their gracious homes; they never visit the fields and see the unhappy, semi-naked and sweating slaves with their whipped-marked backs bent toiling under the cruel lash nor the shameful hovels in which they spend their bone-wearied nights. No, these things are best left for the menfolk - whose tongues have been loosened by too much whiskey - to discuss in billiard-rooms filled with the floating, blue-haze of pungent cigar smoke. Here, they regale one another with stories of the slaves they had flogged for some misdemeanour, of a troublesome, male slave made docile by the ubiquitous "gentling" or the selling of none-performing slaves down-river to the delta sugar plantations. Perhaps, even worst of all, is the salacious boasting by a plantation owner of his "overseeing" of the enforced breeding of one of his prime, young bucks with a comely wench thus ensuring a continuing supply of slave labour into the future. Ramses is unaware of the backgrounds of the Black overseers who live and work on River's Bend. Perhaps, they too were once slaves who served white masters and were exposed to the cruelties inflicted upon them by the white man. If so, then this goes a long way to understanding their hatred of Massa Charles' white slaves who now serve under them. And with this new understanding, Ramses recognises that slavery is a universal and heinous crime; it is the ultimate act of "man's inhumanity towards his fellow man." And now sadly, he is part of it. His thoughts are interrupted by Boss Edward. "Yancy, you must always keep whitey in his place. Never let him talk back to you or to become over- familiar or you'll have trouble controlling him. And always let your whip do the talking. It is more persuasive than your tongue, believe me." "Thanks for the advice, Edward. I am learning from you by watching and I will remember all you teach me." "Good lad, Yancy! Remember, never let a slave 'sass' you. As you just saw with Chico, give him an inch and he'll take a yard." "Well, I couldn't give Chico a full yard, Edward,' Yancy adds mischievously, "but I sure did give him a good eight inches!" "Touch‚, Yancy!" Edward laughs. "I left myself open for that, didn't I? And how did you find him? Was he a good fuck?" "Indeed, he was. As you know, in the past, as a slave, I wasn't allowed to fuck though I often thought about it. But since arriving at River's Bend, I have now used three white asses. Your boy, Immutef, Ptolemy and now Chico." "And how did the three compare, Yancy?" "All three were good, Edward. But each was different." "How so, Yancy?" "Well, Immutef was the first white ass I had ever used. His ass felt great and his hole was so tight and responsive. So that makes him very special and I will always remember it as my introduction into sex. Ptolemy was great too but honestly, he's older and I found his hole a bit slack although he sure knows how to use his ass to grip a cock. I thoroughly enjoyed using him. But Chico was altogether different. He is so eager! All I can say is that I want to fuck him again and again. And very soon." "Well, Chico is really a white whore, Yancy. He can never get enough cock; I agree that he is a great fuck and I keep using him for that reason. Immutef is special as I trained him to suit my own needs and I am glad you enjoyed him. Please feel free to use him whenever you feel the urge. Ptolemy is Charles' special slave and yes, he is older and has served his master for many years so he is well used. But Charles has trained him well and he is very possessive of Ptolemy. You and I are privileged; other than Charles, we are the only ones given access to him. Charles is jealously protective of Ptolemy and their relationship dates back to their childhood." "Did you grow up with Charles and Ptolemy, Edward?" Yes, Yancy, all three of us are about the same age and grew up together. Of course, Ptolemy was the master's son and heir while Charles and I were slaves. It was rumoured that Charles and I were half- brothers and shared the same sire. Although, we have never found any records to substantiate this. However, Charles and I tend to believe we are brothers and we are very close. Later, when Ptolemy gave control of River's Bend to Charles, I became Charles' righthand man and confidante." "Then, I hope never to give you any grounds to resent me, Edward. The last thing I want is to cause friction between you and Charles." "Have no fear, Yancy. Both Charles and I welcome your arrival here. Charles always regretted he didn't have a son to take eventual control of the plantation. In you, he sees the son he has always longed for. And I support that too. Yancy, always see me as a friend and a type of uncle as it were." "Thanks Edward! You don't live with Charles - in the big house, I mean?" "No Yancy, both Charles and I value own space. I have my own place not far from the main house. It was built about two generations ago by a St Jean owner for his widowed mother. It's not as big as Charles' home but it is every bit as grand. I live there with my slaves. You will have to visit and I can show you around." "You have your own slaves?" "Yes, I have three slaves living with me, Yancy. I have an older slave who serves as my cook and house-keeper, also Immutef, so that his ass is always available when I want it and a younger slave who helps around the house and grounds and serves as my body-slave and bed-buck. Although, his days with me are numbered." "Why is that, Edward?" "Yancy, I like variety," Edward laughs, "and I change my body slave once a year. You might recall, Charles mentioned an itinerant slaver named Saggory Clutterbuck who visits the plantation twice a year with a coffle of new slaves. Every twelve months, I buy one of his slaves and send my current boy to work in one of the field-gangs. You can't waste a good whitey slave, can you? Yancy points to the work-gangs toiling in the irrigation ditches and on the water-wheels and comments. "And of course, you can have your pick of these slaves when you want variety." "Yancy, I never use those slaves. As you can see, they are ugly, brutish beasts used to working ass- deep in the mud and with their balls dangling in the filth of the irrigation channels. They take too much cleaning up before you can use them and even then, they still stink to high heaven. Although, I know some of the younger overseers aren't too fussed by that and do use them on site. However, I'm a bit picky and if I require a slave other than the ones who serve me at home, I send to the stables for a pony much like Chico. At least, the grooms wash them down and oil them up every day so I know they are clean." "Yes, I see what you mean, Edward! You're right, those slaves are revolting. Anyway, my main interest is Ramses and more to the point, when can I fuck him?" "I understand your impatience Yancy and I share it. There's nothing I'd enjoy more than bending him over and thrusting deep into his white ass." "I guess we have to be patient, Edward," Yancy sighs, "and wait until Charles makes Ramses' ass available for our use." "I don't think we'll have to wait for too long, Yancy. Charles is a traditionalist and he feels it is his duty to introduce a new slave to the sexual aspects of his duties. My guess is now that he has done so, he'll lose interest in Ramses - although, probably, he will still use him from time to time - but his real interest is with Ptolemy. It's always been that way and despite being master and slave they have a close bond dating back to when they were boys." "Were you part of that, Edward?" "Up to a point, Yancy. Yes, I tagged along with Charles and Ptolemy or Beauregard as he was then named. But Beauregard never showed any sexual interest in me. He was totally focused on Charles and we used to laugh about the 'stupid white boy' who was always hankering after Charles' black cock. Naturally, we tried to please our young 'Massa Beauregard' but it was obvious he was only interested in Charles. He only ever used me occasionally. However, when Beauregard's cousin, Robert Trevannion visited River's Bend, I was assigned to him as his servant for the duration of his visit and he did use me sexually. Eventually, when I was old enough, I was assigned to a work-gang and sent into the fields to work while, to all intents and purposes, Charles served as Beauregard's servant. Although, in reality, it was the other way around and Beauregard was Charles' willing slave. So, you see, Yancy, theirs' is an unusual relationship." "I am beginning to see that, Edward. You mentioned Robert Trevannion, my former master. He treated you badly?" "Indeed, he did Yancy. He enjoyed nothing more than making Charles' and my lives miserable. We dreaded his visits and fortunately, because of the great distance involved in coming to River's Bend, his visits were infrequent. But while he was here, he made sure both Charles and I suffered. He was always complaining to his uncle, Ptolemy's father, about our insolence, disrespect or disobedience - which was untrue - and demanding that we be punished. His uncle always accepted his word and of course, we were always severely punished." "How were you punished, Edward?" "Mostly, we were stripped naked and tied to the whipping-post and flogged, but never enough that we were permanently damaged or scarred." And there's bitter irony in Edward's voice as he adds. "Afterall, we were young slaves and had a good market value. And I recall, once when Charles and I were both taken to the barn, strung up by our heels and ass-paddled while Robert Trevannion sat on a bale of hay and watched. I can still see the smirk on his face each time the paddle landed on our asses. He enjoyed our suffering especially as the pimentade took effect." "It seems very unfair, Edward." "You are right, Yancy. It was unfair. It wasn't so much the actual pain of the whipping or the ass- paddling that affected us. Really, after a few days that goes away. But what never leaves you is the degradation of being strung up naked and whipped like a mongrel cur. The shame and humiliation of that never leaves you." There is no escaping the bitterness in Edward's voice. "It shaped both Charles and me and it is the reason why we both hate all whites with such a passion. I live now to inflict pain, suffering and humiliation on all whites. You can't begin to imagine the satisfaction I feel each time my whip flails the back of a whitey slave and I hear him cry out in pain or of the degradation he feels as I use him sexually." "Edward, I share your hatred of all whites. Robert Trevannion is a hard, strict master and his sour, shrivelled up wife is little better. I hated them so much for the way they treated us slaves; especially my parents and my brother Aries. But to be fair, their son, Ramses was never like them. He was never cruel to his parents' slaves. Sure, he treated us indifferently as slaves but he never misused or punished us." "You're too forgiving, Yancy! But that will change after a while. Remember, Ramses is white, he's the git of Robert Trevannion and as such, I am determined his life will be as hard as I can make it. Have no fears about that. I will make him curse every remaining day of his life as slave. He'll pay for his father's mistreatment of Charles and me. I'm not a religious man but I do believe that 'the sins of the father are visited on the son'. However, I regard Ramses as a poor substitute for the real thing. I know Charles has plans to have the slaver, Saggory Clutterbuck make Robert Trevannion disappear and bring him to River's Bend as a slave. I look forward to that with great eagerness. I have such plans for Robert Trevannion when he becomes a slave. But in the meantime, Ramses will serve as a substitute." "As you say, Edward, Ramses is still a hated white and the black man's enemy and I want him to suffer too. Although, perhaps not with the same intensity as you. And speaking of Ramses, I think it is time to put him to work. Afterall, his is just a slave and having him standing idle isn't in our interests." "I agree, Yancy. If you'll unhitch him from the cart, I can assess him physically and we can decide the type of work for which he's best suited." To be continued .........