Date: Thu, 18 Jun 2020 06:35:10 +0000 (UTC) From: Christian Debus Subject: Master of Rivers Bend Chapter 30 Gay male authoritarian/Gay male interracial Master of River's Bend Chapter 30 "Moving on!" Written by Jean-Christophe: June, 2020 This is a story of erotic slave fiction with references to 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 Chapter 30: Ramses' time on the water-wheel has prepared him well for a life of unremitting slavery. When, he'd first been shackled to the waterwheel's capstan, his body was ill-equipped to cope with the physical demands made upon it. He'd struggled in those first few days to keep the wheel turning and he'd doubted his ability to continue. Indeed, there were even moments when a quick death seemed preferable to the unremitting hard labour now demanded of him. Of course, dying wasn't an option for him; Boss Edward wouldn't allow it. A dead slave is of no value to his owner whereas a live one has much to contribute to his master's wealth. And Boss Edward and his overseers, with the judicious use of their whips, knew to what limits they could drive a slave and still keep him alive and productive. Eventually, Ramses adjusted to the new regimen of being a slave. Shackled to the capstan and straining to keep it moving in an endless circuit strengthened his body and dulled his mind. His pale skin darkened into a rich honey-gold tan and his blond locks were bleached the colour of flax by the sun's harsh rays. His physique developed at an accelerated rate and the last vestiges of his adolescent puppy-fat gave way to hard, solid muscle. Indeed, after a few months, he was barely recognisable from the effete Luke Trevannion who'd arrived at River's Bend with such high hopes. Ramses no longer thinks as a free man and he is now fully reconciled to being the slave he has become through the machinations of Massa Charles. He has no idea of the time he is to spend on the water-wheel; that isn't a decision for him. Each day, as he labours at the capstan, he is aware of Massa Charles' visits and that he is under scrutiny. He never overhears the questions Massa Chares asks of Edward and Yancy or their answers. And at no time does Massa Charles speak to Ramses who is, after all, just a slave. His release from the waterwheel is unexpected. On that final morning, Massa Charles mounted on his beloved stallion, Pegasus, stops by on his round of inspection and speaks to both Edward and Yancy. The conversation is conducted out of Ramses' hearing but he senses they are discussing him. "Ramses is progressing well, Edward. Slavery suits him!" Charles remarks approvingly. "He's unrecognisable from the young fop who stepped ashore from the riverboat on to our wharf a few months ago." "Indeed, Charles! He's made great progress. His body has toughened, his muscles have hardened and he has become used to toiling naked as you can tell from his all over tan. He no longer has the tell-tale white ass of a free white man. Looking at him now, he'd easily pass for a mustee buck." "Exactly, and that is how he'll be listed on the bill of sale I'll present when I take him to town to register the plantation's purchase of him. Otis Quagg is due to visit shortly and I will have him draw up papers showing that Ramses is a born slave - the git of an octoroon wench and the son of her white owner. I don't think the clerk will ask any questions and will accept the papers as being in order. And you are right; his muscles are impressive. His time on the water-wheel has been well-spent. But now, I think it is time to move him on." "Charles, what are your immediate plans for Ramses?" Edward asks. "As you know, Edward, I intend to gift Ramses to Yancy once he's been 'broken in' and he is now almost ready to be handed over into Yancy's care. Ultimately, it will be for Yancy to decide what is to become of his slave. However, there are certain things that must be attended to before that happens. Remember Yancy is still the slave, Nestor and the legal property of Luke Trevannion. So, I need to facilitate Yancy's manumission and to then, in turn, register Ramses as a slave. Obviously, to avoid suspicion, these can't be done at the same time and my priority is to see Yancy is a free man. I plan on visiting the county courthouse shortly to attend to this." "How will you manage that, Charles?" Edward asks. "I'm confused as to how you will pull this off." "Think of it as a role reversal, Edward. Both Ptolemy and Ramses will resume their roles as Beauregard St Jean and Luke Trevannion while Yancy and I will revert to being slaves. And you will be part of the pantomime too, Edward. You will accompany us as a trustee slave overseer armed with a whip supposedly to keep Yancy and I in order. However, your true role is to constrain Ramses if step out of line." "It all sounds so simple, Charles. I hope it works." "Why won't it work, Edward? Ptolemy will be acting as Beauregard and the owner of River's Bend and he will do all the talking on behalf of his young cousin, Luke. Meanwhile, Yancy and I will be dressed in a slave's patched and well-worn clothing and stand with our heads bowed and shoulders slumped." "Charles, it will be galling for you to play the part of Ptolemy's slave even if it is a charade." "You're right on that score, Edward!" Charles answers bitterly. "But it must be done to set Yancy free. Old friend, you and I are growing older and we need someone much younger to eventually fill our shoes. And who better to do so than young Yancy." "Very true, Charles. Yancy has the right attitude to be a strong black master; he obviously has great hatred for whites especially for Robert Trevannion. And who can blame him for that; as you know I do too for his past treatment of us all those years ago." "Well, you can rest easy on that score, Edward. Robert Trevannion doesn't know it but plans are already underway for his downfall. I have been in communication with Otis Quagg about that matter and we are to work out a suitable plan to make Robert Trevannion "disappear" and to have him brought here to River's Bend. It will be ironic as I always suspected Robert had his eye on River's Bend. I bided my time and lured Ramses here as the potential St Jean heir. My guess is that Robert couldn't believe his good fortune that his son Luke would one day become the owner of River's Bend and, no doubt, he wished his cousin Beauregard dead, so that he could he take control. His greedy ambition will be his downfall." "Amen to that, Charles! I look forward to having Robert Trevannion stripped naked and working as a slave and I promise you, I won't spare the whip on his worthless white hide." "I thought that would be your attitude, Edward," Charles laughs, "and I wouldn't want to spoil your revenge for the injustices Robert inflicted on you. As a naked slave, he will be under your control and what you do with him is for you to decide. I only ask that you make his life as a slave a living hell." "Oh, I will, Charles. Have no doubt about that." Edward threatens. "And tell me, when is Otis Quagg due to visit?" "Edward, I have had a communication from him that he will be visiting River's Bend with a coffle of slaves in about a fortnight and that he has some likely 'mustee' bucks for me to look over." Charles use of the word 'mustee' disguises the truth that these slaves are in fact young white males who have been kidnapped into slavery and issued with false documents of ownership by Otis Quagg's widow-woman accomplice. Charles will be given first choice of them and those he doesn't purchase will mount the auction-block in New Orleans where handsome, young, light-skin male slaves are in high demand among the city's society matrons as house servants or sold as desirable male whores to the high-class pleasure-houses frequented by their menfolk. As Charles and Edward talk, Yancy listens with interest to their conversation but so far, he has remained silent. "Charles, may I ask a question?" Yancy intervenes. "Of course, Yancy. Go ahead." "Charles, how much do you trust this Otis Quagg? I haven't met him but he seems a disreputable character even for a white man. I mean, can you really trust a man who kidnaps and sells his own people as slaves for money?" "Excellent question, Yancy" Charles replies, "and I am glad you asked it. It shows your alertness of mind and ability to assess a situation. You impress me more and more each day, Yancy and I am convinced I made the right choice in asking you to join with us in running the plantation. The answer to your question is that I don't trust him at all." "I never did trust the bloated slug." Edward adds his disapproval. "He's a sly, sneaky bastard even for a white man. I always felt, given the chance, he'd betray us for a few dollars and we'd find ourselves as slaves once more. He has the knowledge to destroy what we have here at River's Bend." "Edward, I am well aware of the danger he poses, believe me. That is why I have played on his greed and made our business dealings too profitable for him to betray us. But I never lost sight of the danger he poses to River's Bend and I decided recently, once he has delivered Robert Trevannion to River's Bend, to end my dealings with him." "But Charles," Yancy queries, "won't he still be a danger and even more so after you no longer do business with him. I mean, what's to stop him making up a story about you and River's Bend and going to the authorities with it and claiming some sort of a reward. Either that or blabbing in some tavern after a few whiskeys. After all, he's white and you're not. He would be believed and you wouldn't and River's Bend could be given to the Trevannion family and we three would end up as slaves once more." "Yancy, I have planned for this. However, before I tell you and Edward about my plan, I would like to hear if you have a solution." "Not really a solution, Charles. It's more of a thought really. I wonder if somehow, you couldn't keep him here at River's Bend?" "As a slave?" Edward asks gleefully. "I like that! There's nothing I would enjoy more than turning his sow's belly into slave muscle with hard work and whipping his sagging, pasty white ass into shape. And he is still of an age where we can wring a few years labour from him." "Yancy, you must've read my mind." Charles comments. "That's exactly what I have planned for him. When he visits in a week or so, I will buy four or five slaves from his coffle and sell him some of our surplus stock. Edward, you can help here by selecting four or five likely bucks that will appeal to him. I'll make sure he is happy with the deal by overpaying for the slaves I buy from him and under-pricing our slaves. I'll play on his greed to keep him onside while we arrange to have Robert Trevannion brought to us." "Charles, I should never underestimate how your mind works!" Edwards exclaims. "You're always one jump ahead of any situation." "Edward, if we are to preserve what we have created here at River's Bend, I need to aware of the dangers that confront us and as I said I have been concerned for some time that Otis Quagg is a possible danger to us. However, once he delivers Robert Trevannion to River's Bend his usefulness to us is finished and the threat he presents needs to be eliminated." "Charles," Yancy queries, "I know I am very new to River's Bend and as yet, I don't fully understand everything you do. But I do have a couple of questions I'd like to ask and both are about Otis Quagg?" "Go ahead, Yancy and ask away." Charles replies." You are now part of River's Bend and entitled to take part in any discussion. What are your questions, Yancy?" "Charles, from what I've heard you and Edward say, River's Bend depends on Otis for replenishing your 'mustee' slaves twice a year. If he is a slave here, where will you find these new slave replacements?" "Good question, Yancy," Charles answers, "and one I have already considered. I have in mind another white trash slave-trader who goes by the name of Saggory Clutterbuck and like Otis, he is an unscrupulous, disreputable character. I have been in private communication with him and he assures me has no difficulty in acquiring young mustee - meaning white - slaves and he will bring them to River's Bend for my appraisal. Yancy, whites like Otis and Saggory disgust me; they are so greedy they'd sell their own sons and brothers into slavery for a few dollars. But their weakness is our strength and I will use them to our advantage for as long as I can. Now ask your second question, Yancy." "Charles, my second question is how will you make Otis disappear? I mean, isn't there a risk that someone who knows his itinerary will miss him and come looking for him. You said he was a woman helper somewhere and she would know he visits River's Bend." "Yancy, again your questions are good ones and they show your ability to think ahead and anticipate a problem." Charles compliments Yancy. "How will I deal with Otis? Quite simply, I will play on his greed. When he visits in a week or two, I'll treat him royally and pander to his ego. I will entertain him to an elaborate lunch and I will serve him the best food and my most expensive wines - why I might even let him fuck either Horus or Osiris or both if he's up to it which I doubt - and when he is relaxed, we will talk about Robert Trevannion's abduction. I'll make him an offer too good to refuse with a generous, upfront payment and the promise of an even greater bonus when Robert is securely in our hands." "Then what?" Edward asks. "Edward, I will make the payment of the bonus conditional on the complete secrecy of Robert Trevannion's disappearance. I will tell Otis that he must deliver Robert to River's Bend in person and unaccompanied and that no one is to know of my involvement otherwise the deal is off and he misses out on the bonus. Need I say the bonus will be of such an amount that his greed won't allow him to refuse. Of course, if all goes to plan, he'll never get the bonus. Instead he will join Robert Trevannion as one the plantation's newest slaves." "Diabolically clever as always, Charles. I can't wait to have those two under my control. My whip arm won't be still!" Edward promises. "Charles, I agree with Edward," Yancy speaks. "Your plan is so simple it should work." "Oh, it will, Yancy! Have no fears about that. Otis Quagg's greed will be his undoing and I will have achieved Edward's and my dream of having ruined the Trevannion's as well for Robert's past treatment of us as his uncle's young slaves all those years ago. I have Robert's git here already and soon the father will share the son's fate. Should anyone come looking for Otis Quagg, he'll be well-hidden in the slave herd and of course, they will deal with Ptolemy in his role as the owner of River's Bend who will deny all knowledge of Otis Quagg's whereabouts. And who will dispute the word of Beauregard St John?" "Charles, now all we have to do is be patient and wait." Yancy replies. "Yancy, Edward and I have been patient for many years and it was difficult at times. But another month or two will soon pass and then all three of us will have our revenge on Robert Trevannion. Yancy, once again I am impressed by your ability to think ahead. Obviously, you are an intelligent young man. Was that a quality recognised by your former master, Ramses' father?" "No, Charles!" Yancy's tone is bitter. "He saw all blacks as "witless and dull" I think these are the words he used. He used to talk in front of us as though we couldn't understand the meaning of his words. On one occasion, when he was entertaining some planter friends, I was called on to serve them and they were talking about their slaves. They all thought of Africans as savages in need of rescue who, if left in their primitive state, would have killed one another but fortunately for them, they could be trained to act as servants or to work as brute labourers on the plantations. I remember them referring to the slaves imported from Africa as 'bozals' who'd been lucky enough to have been shaken out of their trees, loaded onto ships and brought to the slave-auction houses in New Orleans. They said these new slaves had been rescued by good white folk and that slavery gave their lives a new and useful purpose." "I can well imagine Robert saying that." Charles replies. "Then, we'll need to make sure that Robert's new life as a slave here at River's Bend is one of useful, new purpose." "I look forward to making it so, Charles." Edward's eagerness is obvious. "But enough of that." Charles changes the subject. "I'd like to cast an eye over Ramses. Yancy would you be good enough to fetch him from the water-wheel?" "You want that I fetch him over here Charles?" Yancy asks. "That will involve the stopping the water-wheel while I unchain him." "Yancy, Ramses won't be returning to the wheel so replace him with another slave." Charles answers and points to a gang of slaves toiling nearby. "Replace him with one of those; they all look like strong, healthy beasts." "Very well, Charles." Yancy replies The morning is growing hotter and Yancy is obviously feeling the heat. In one graceful movement, he sheds his shirt and strips to the waist before moving towards the water-wheel. Charles watches from his saddle and although he admires Yancy's magnificent physique he is equally impressed by his intellect. "Well Edward, we chose well in having Yancy join us. What do you think?" "I agree Charles. He's a fine young man and quick to learn. He's made great progress in the short time he has been with us. And he makes a great overseer too. He has a strong whipping arm and the slaves all fear him." "Good to hear the slaves fear him, Edward and that's how it should be. Obviously, you have trained him well. From what you say he has mastered the whip." "Charles, the lad is a natural with the whip. He took to handling the whip like a duck to water and it didn't take much training on my part. He has this uncanny sense of when to apply the whip lightly as in encouraging the slaves to bend their backs and work harder or heavier if they anger him by being lazy or defiant. When Yancy approaches, you can see the fear in the slaves' eyes and they quicken the pace of whatever they're doing." "All to the good, Edward. In your opinion is Yancy ready to take on the responsibility of working alone and making decisions.?" "Charles, he is more than ready. However, I would be sorry to have him not work with me. I enjoy his company." "I'm not thinking of separating you two. I know you have both built up a great working relationship and a strong, personal bond. I am thinking more in line of making Yancy the assistant chief overseer second to yourself. Would you have a problem with that, Edward?" "Not at all, Charles! In fact, I would welcome it. Being chief overseer involves a lot and having a helper to share the burden would be most welcome. And it would give Yancy a sense of belonging and being one of us." "Those are my feelings as well, Edward. Today, I am making a decision about Ramses future and it seem only right that I do the same with Yancy." "And what is your plan for Ramses, Charles?" "Edward, the ploughing season has begun and I have gangs already working on turning the sod on new ground ready for seeding. Ramses is to be hitched to one of the ploughs." As they converse, Charles and Edward watch as Yancy approaches the overseer in charge of a work-gang of six slaves. He speaks to the overseer - neither of them overhears his words - but they do hear the loud crack as the overseer attracts the slaves' attention by snapping his whip over their bent backs. He orders the slaves to stop their labours and to line up ready for Yancy's inspection to choose Ramses' replacement on the capstan. The hapless slaves quickly scramble into position with feet apart, their hands resting on top of their bowed heads and fearful eyes lowered to the ground. Yancy begins his inspection of the first slave by loudly slapping his face to gain his attention. Yancy's inspection of the slave is thorough as he gauges the bulging biceps, heaving chest and belly and, after ordering the slave to turn around, he gauges the width of the shoulders, the power of the back and finally the hardness of both ass cheeks. Satisfied, Yancy moves onto the next slave. All six slaves are similarly treated and Charles is most impressed. "I see what you mean, Edward. The lad is a natural overseer." Charles comments approvingly. "And he is methodical too. I like the way he takes his time to thoroughly examine each slave. It would have been easier to just point to one slave and choose him. But no, Yancy wants only the fittest and strongest slave to replace Ramses and he is taking his time in choosing." "Charles, Yancy never fails to impress!" Edward agrees. Yancy is undecided and orders two slaves to step out of the line-up. Both slaves are further minutely examined before Yancy makes his final choice; a strapping, muscular, young slave aged in his early twenties. As Yancy and the slave he has chosen walk toward the water-wheel's capstan, the overseer cruelly whips the remaining five slaves back to work. Charles listens to the slaves' cries of distress as the whip cuts into their naked, exposed flesh and is satisfied. All is as it should be at River's Bend! Yancy speaks to the overseer in charge of the capstan and the straining, sweating slaves whose unhappy lot it is to keep it turning. They talk for a minute or so before the overseer orders a stop. As the water-wheel grinds to a halt, Ramses and his fellow slaves welcome this unexpected break in their unremitting, mind-numbing labours and he takes the opportunity to empty his bladder. He knows all too well this respite will be brief and he expects that, all too soon, he'll be whipped back into action. Therefore, he is surprised as his overseer unshackles him and replaces him with another slave. He is delivered into Yancy's hands who loops his whip around his neck and using it as a leash leads him away from the water-wheel to where Charles and Edward are waiting. As he stumbles along behind Yancy, he hears the overseer's loud order to "start pushing you lazy bastards and get this wheel turning." He hears the loud, protesting grinding as the capstan's metal cogs engage with one another and the creaking of timber as the water-wheel once more springs into life. And he shudders at the anguished cries of the capstan's slaves as they are mercilessly lashed and exhorted "pick up speed!" Yancy jerks impatiently on the whip-leash and Ramses loses his balance and falls to his knees. Angrily, Yancy lashes out with his heavily booted foot and kicks Ramses ass. "Get to your feet, boy! Your Massa wants you and don't keep him waiting" Ramses quickly scrambles to his feet and full of fear, he wonders why Massa wants him. He has already worked out that something is about to change; that was obvious when he was replaced by another slave on the capstan. Clearly, he isn't to return to the water-wheel and he wonders what Massa has planned for him now. Instinctively, he knows being brought to Charles doesn't bode well for him. "Charles here is the slave you asked me to fetch." Yancy says as he unloops his whip from around Ramses' neck and uses it to lash Ramses' back as he orders him to "Position!" Hastily, Ramses springs into the display mode demanded of all River's Bend's slaves whenever they are in Massa's presence. He stands rigidly upright with his feet splayed and with his hands atop of his downcast head. From his position astride Pegasus, Charles looks down on the trembling slave standing before him and he is pleased. Clearly, Ramses has learnt much in his short time spent as a slave. He has learnt to fear his master as all slaves must. And he looks forward to having this slave's sire standing naked and trembling in front of him in the not too distant future. Charles carefully scrutinised Ramses and is impressed by the changes wrought in him by slavery. He is no longer the spoiled, pampered scion of the Trevannion and St Jean families. Gone are the fancy clothes which have been replaced by slave nakedness. Missing too is the well-groomed young fop whose carefully styled hair is now replaced by unkempt, sweat-matted strands and a beard stubble. And from his lofty perch in the saddle, Charles' nose crinkles at the animal stink of the cringing Ramses. He no longer smells of expensive perfumes; he has acquired the stench of slavery; that of an unwashed body, stale sweat and the lingering odour of old excrement and urine that is common to all his slaves. Charles wonders when was the last time the young slave had cleansed himself. Most probably not at all during his time on the water-wheel. Why would the overseers waste time and lose money by unshackling the slaves from their work-stations and driving them down to the river to wash? However, Charles is more amazed by the physical changes in Ramses. The once alabaster white body is now a uniformly, rich, honey-gold colour which is complemented by the fine covering of golden down on the young slave's chest and limbs and the slightly darker treasure trail connecting the chest hair to the golden pubes. And the muscular development is no less impressive. Ramses is breathing heavily like a nervous, young colt and the steady rise and fall of his chest, the nervous fluttering of his belly and the quivering of his limbs accentuates his burgeoning muscularity. Suddenly, an idea occurs to Charles. Throughout River's Bend grand mansion are scattered the portraits of all the previous St Jean owners of the plantation. As the plantation's 'de facto' owner, their presence irks Charles but wisdom dictates that they remain in place so as not arouse suspicion should there ever be an unannounced visit from distant family members or local officials. Ramses is the future and rightful heir to River's Bend so his portrait should be among those of his predecessors. And it will be! Charles will have Ramses' portrait painted not as the proud heir of River's Bend but as one of its naked, collared and chained slaves and the portrait will hang in pride of place in the dining-room. Surely, among his many white slaves there is an artist capable of painting Ramses. He will ask Edward to seek out if he owns such a slave. "Yancy, would you kindly have the slave turn with his back to me?" Charles asks. "Of course, Charles. Ramses, you heard what your Massa said," Yancy says as he slaps Ramses' face once more. "Now do it." Ramses quickly turns his back to his Massa who favourably notes the broad shoulders, the balled biceps, the long tapering back, the narrow waist and the pert, rounded ass. Charles has fond memories of Ramses' ass having fucked it twice and he wonders whether Robert Trevannion will be as good a fuck as his son. Perhaps, one evening, as after dinner entertainment, he will have the son fuck the father or vice versa. Although, once Robert becomes a slave, they will no longer be father and son as slaves have no family attachments. They will be simply sire and colt. Nevertheless, it will be amusing to watch and subjecting them further humiliation will be very satisfying. And he has one further cruel indignity to inflict on Ramses. "Edward, I see Ramses is unbranded. We need to rectify that before I take him to be registered as my slave." "No problem Charles I can have him branded whenever you choose. What about tomorrow morning before the slaves begin their work?" "Excellent, Edward and I would like to be present." "Of course, Charles. I will have the blacksmith fire up his forge and leave the branding iron heat up overnight." Ramses listens in horror as plans are made for his branding. He'd never seen a slave branded but he had overheard his father's slaves talking as they relived the horror, pain and the ongoing shame of being a marked property. It would seem he is now to share this fate. But now, Charles is ready to move on and deliver Ramses to his plough-master and he takes his leave of Edward and Yancy. He makes one final request of Yancy and tosses him a coiled rope. "Yancy, would you please tie the slave's wrists behind his back and use this rope to fasten a loop around his neck so that I can lead him to his new work-place." To be continued............