Date: Mon, 9 Feb 2015 04:59:33 +0000 (UTC) From: Christian Debus Subject: "Master of River's Bend" Chapter 6 (Gay Male / Interracial) Master of River's Bend Plantation By Jean-Christophe Chapter Six "Sir Yancy" Written by Jean-Christophe: February, 2015 A repository for my stories can be found 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 financial support to continue bringing these stories to their readers. If you'd like to help financially, please donate to http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Chapter 6: With the passing of each minute, Luke grows ever more restless; waiting for Massa Charles's arrival is becoming quite nerve wracking. Fully clothed, he waits on the front porch at the top of the steps in the position that Ptolemy had hastily demonstrated to him. He stands with his feet apart, hands clasped behind his back, resting on his ass and with his head bowed. Previously, he'd noted the two slaves who'd brought his luggage up from the river, standing in exactly the same position and subsequently, he'd been told by Ptolemy that this is the position of respect that all the plantation's slaves must adopt as they wait on Massa Charles. Ptolemy waits with Luke but he is on the opposite side of the steps. Unlike Luke, he is naked and kneeling with his forehead and the palms of his hands pressed to the tessellated tiles and, even more humiliatingly, with his knees spread wide. Ptolemy had warned Luke that he mustn't move or fidget as they wait for Massa Charles and Luke is finding the enforced immobility hard to cope with. Already his inactive muscles are starting to spasm and he is afraid that his legs will cramp. Forbidden to even raise his head, Luke nevertheless raises his eyes to gaze lustfully at his crouching cousin's nude body. Beginning at Ptolemy's lowered head, Luke's eyes travel up the broad, muscular back to his elevated ass. If Luke could see Ptolemy from the rear, he'd see that his cock and balls hang low between his thighs while the deep, hairless crevasse dividing the smooth ass-cheeks is crudely stretched open to the observer's view. From where he stands, Luke can't see this but his mind lewdly visualizes the obscene puckering of Ptolemy's sphincter caused by the stress placed upon it by his unnatural position. However, what Luke can see, and which excites him, are the two, livid-red stripes of Boss Edward's whip which mark both ass-cheeks. Luke finds them powerfully erotic and his semi-tumescent cock stiffens into a turgid erection. Luke doubts if there could be a more humiliating position than Ptolemy's and yet he is strangely envious of him. Luke's erotic imagination sees him also crouching naked on the floor alongside Ptolemy as they wait for Massa Charles's arrival. In the distance, Luke hears the warning hooting of the riverboat's horn as it slowly makes it way out into the river to begin its slow journey to Natchez. Luke also hears the deep thumping of the ship's engines and the churning of its paddles carried on the summer breeze and he wonders just how much longer they must wait for Massa Charles. The horn serves as a signal to the two slaves, Horus and Osiris who put down their hoes and run swiftly to wait at the bottom of the steps where they quickly assume the same position of respect as Luke. Luke wonders what part they are to play in Massa Charles's arrival. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> With nothing better to do as they wait, Luke thinks back over recent events. With the first blast of the boat's horn, Ptolemy had become agitated and he'd hurried Luke into carrying his remaining luggage upstairs to his room. He'd told Luke there wasn't time to unpack and that he must prepare for Massa's lunch and that he needed Luke to come with him. Luke had accompanied Ptolemy to the kitchen where he'd hastily introduced Luke to the cook, Hapi. The cook, like Ptolemy, was stark naked with a smooth, hairless body; he wore a collar around his neck and, like the slaves that Luke had seen in the fields, he displayed the RB brand on his chest. Luke decided that Hapi was of an indeterminate age and that his semi- sedentary life as Massa Charles's cook, combined with the obvious oversampling of his own cooking, had done much to spoil his once impressive physique. Hapi, like the pictorial portrayal of his namesake by the ancient Egyptians, had a protruding belly which obscures his miniscule genitalia, pendulous breasts and a sagging ass. His appearance was at odds with what Luke already knew about Massa Charles. Ptolemy had earlier mentioned that his master had exquisite taste in slaves and somehow, Hapi seemed to contradict Ptolemy's words. But later, Luke will find, rather than Hapi's appearance, it is his exceptional culinary skills that Massa Charles prizes over his looks. The delicious aroma of cooking overwhelmed Luke and his rumbling stomach reminded him that he hadn't eaten since breakfast time at first light. He'd hoped there might be some of the freshly brewed coffee and biscuits that Ptolemy had solicitously served to Nestor on offer but neither were forthcoming. Anxiously, Ptolemy enquired about the luncheon menu and asked if Hapi had prepared enough for two. He told Hapi that Massa has a house-guest who would be eating with him. Hapi huffily informed Ptolemy that, if necessary, he could cater for a small army of Massa's guests. Suitably rebuffed, Ptolemy leads Luke to the formal dining-room where the table had been set for Massa Charles's lunch. For the next few minutes, Ptolemy ignored Luke's presence as he studiously checked the immaculate white tablecloth for any blemishes and ensured that all the crockery, cutlery and glassware were correctly laid out on the table and all condiments were in place. Finally satisfied that all was well and up to the high standards demanded by Massa Charles, Ptolemy led Luke to the top of the steps where they obediently assumed their places to wait for his arrival. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Time continues to drag and Luke's muscles begin to ache and he starts to fidget. This earns him a stern rebuke from Ptolemy who hisses for him to. "Luke, stand still!" Luke sighs resignedly and wills himself to stand motionless but finds the enforced inactivity galling. However, there's nothing wrong with his ears and several minutes later, he hears the cantering of horse's hooves scrunching in the gravel of the driveway. Through his lowered eyes, he sees the figure of a horseman rapidly approaching and as it draws closer he recognizes the horse as Pegasus and its rider as Massa Charles. And Luke discerns a third figure - that of a naked man - running alongside Pegasus. Even from this distance Luke recognizes him as a white slave although he is puzzled at what purpose he is serving running at his Massa's side. As Massa Charles reins in his mount, Horus and Osiris step forward and hurriedly adopt new positions. One respectfully takes the reins from Massa Charles while the other submissively falls to his hands and knees alongside Pegasus and, stiffening his back, offers it as a dismounting step to his master. Massa Charles climbs out of the saddle and momentarily pauses on the slave's back as he looks around. Finally, his eyes come to rest on Ptolemy and Luke waiting for him at the top of the stairs. Massa Charles steps down from the slave's back and climbs the step to where Ptolemy waits. Ptolemy crawls forward and kisses his master's dusty riding-boots and greets him. "Welcome back Massa! How can your slave serve you, Massa?" Luke watches and listens with interest as Ptolemy greets Massa Charles. As they'd waited for Massa Charles, he'd wondered why Ptolemy was on his hands and knees; now he knows the reason. Obviously, Ptolemy is expected to humiliatingly debase himself whenever he greets his Master after any absence. Eventually, Luke is to find that this is expected of any house slave and, no matter how short Massa's absence, he must be so welcomed into his house. The humiliation of this isn't lost on Luke; erotically, he wishes that he too could welcome Massa Charles in such a servile manner. Massa Charles ignores Ptolemy's greeting and instead he looks towards Luke. Even with his eyes lowered to the floor, Luke is aware that he is under Massa Charles's close scrutiny and he feels strangely ill-at-ease. Despite his discomfiture, Luke is aware that either Horus or Osiris - he's unsure which one - has tethered Pegasus to a hitching rail in the shade of a nearby, spreading oak tree while the other brother fetches a pail of fresh water and holds it while the horse quenches its thirst. Meanwhile, the third slave - the one who'd ran at Massa Charles's side - has assumed the position of respect and stands at the bottom of the steps. Unlike Pegasus, who enjoys a shady resting spot and a cool drink, the slave stands panting after his long run in the full heat of the midday sun. Finally, Massa Charles speaks. "On your feet, Ptolemy! Did you welcome my guest? Where is he? "Massa, thank you! Massa, I put your guest in the morning room and served him coffee and biscuits, Massa." "Good boy! I must go and greet him and officially welcome him to River's Bend. Follow behind me, Ptolemy and bring your cousin with you." "Yes Massa!" Ptolemy hurries ahead to open the front door and then stands to one side as Massa Charles enters. Before turning to trail behind his master, Ptolemy silently indicates to Luke that he should follow him. As he enters into the spacious, entrance foyer, Luke has little time to marvel at the house's opulence as he follows behind Massa Charles and Ptolemy. On entering, the first thing he notes is a three-quarter life-size, white marble sculpture of two nude, Grecian wrestlers resting on a plinth in the center of hall. The suggestive intertwining of the two wrestlers' muscular bodies and limbs adds an air of decadence that appeals to Luke's erotic senses. He also notes the highly polished floorboards which are covered with exquisite, hand-woven, Persian rugs and an expensive, crystal chandelier hanging majestically from the high ceiling. And dominating the foyer is the wide, white painted staircase curving upwards to the upper level. Massa Charles strides purposefully across the foyer dutifully followed by Ptolemy and a now very apprehensive Luke. He moves down a carpeted passageway and enters into a luxuriously furnished room which Luke assumes is the morning room he'd heard Ptolemy mention earlier. As Luke enters, he catches sight of his slave Nestor self-consciously sitting on a chaise longue and awkwardly balancing a fine, bone china coffee cup on his lap while, at the same time, munching on a biscuit. And standing beside him is a young, naked, boy - obviously a white slave - who decadently waves a long-handled, Oriental fan made of wild turkey feathers to keep him comfortably cool. Momentarily, Luke's white pride is affronted by the sight; at home Nestor is forbidden to sit on any of his mother's furniture under pain of severe punishment. But secretly, Luke is very aroused at the incongruous sight of his slave, Nestor masquerading as a free man. Nestor is obviously ill-at-ease with his new "freedom" and quickly scrambles to his feet as they enter. Conditioned by the long years of his slavery, he lowers his eyes to floor out of respect for his "betters" and waits silently for someone to speak. Massa Charles strides purposefully across the room and shakes his hands in a warm welcome. "Young man, welcome to River's Bend! You are most welcome and I look forward to becoming better acquainted with you over lunch. I see my servants have taken good care of you." Poor Nestor! He blushes in confusion at Massa Charles's words. No man has ever spoken to him in such a friendly manner as Massa Charles and he's plainly at a loss for words. While Nestor struggles to find a suitable reply, he reflects that although his host is a black man he is unlike any black man that Nestor has ever known. All the black men in his world are slaves and yet Massa Charles is clearly not a slave. On the contrary, he is a free black man who owns slaves of his own. And to add to Nestor's confusion, Massa Charles's slaves are all white men as he'd first explained to Nestor on the pier. But how can such a thing be? He'd been born a slave and he'd been conditioned to accept that the world's natural order is for black men to serve white men as the Bible sanctioned - "hewers of wood and a drawers of water" - and therefore condemned to perpetual slavery. And that is the only world Nestor has ever known. But here, at River's Bend, his familiar world has been turned upside down and he is confounded by all that is happening. He looks beyond Massa Charles to where the slave, Ptolemy stands submissively waiting for his Master's next command. And standing beside him in the position of respect with his head bowed in silent humility is young "Massa Luke". Finally, Nestor regains some of his composure and replies simply to Massa Charles's welcome. "Thank you, Sir!" "Let's not stand on ceremony, young man. Here you are my equal and you are a free man. My slaves are at your disposal and they will serve you as they serve me for the duration of your stay. But I can't continue to call you 'young man' can I? And I certainly can't call you by the slave name you were given by your white masters. You need to think of a name more suitable for a free, black man. Does a name come to mind?" Poor Nestor! His head spins with the momentum of all that is happening and yes, he'd welcome a change of name. He'd long been resentful of the name he'd been given at birth by his white owner. He'd always found the naming of their slaves by "white folk" as demeaning and condescending. By and large, whites, in their appalling ignorance and white arrogance, are insensitive to the feelings of their black servants and apply the same standards to naming them as those they use in naming their dogs and horses. Now this man - Massa Charles - is giving him the chance to restore a measure of his self- respect and dignity by inviting him to choose a "free" name for himself. Nestor thinks carefully before choosing a name and several run through his mind. Over the years, he'd come into contact with "white gentlemen" whose names he'd envied. And among these are William and Chauncey. But the name that really appeals is "Yancy". The real Yancy is a lifelong friend of Luke's from his schooldays. "Thank you Sir! I choose Yancy! I'm happy to have you call me Yancy, Sir." "Then Yancy it is and you must stop calling me Sir! Please, call me Charles." Then turning to Ptolemy, Massa Charles instructs him. "Ptolemy, Sir Yancy is now my guest and you will afford him the respect and courtesy that is his due as a free, black man. You will instruct all the house-slaves that from this moment on they are to refer to my guest as Sir Yancy and to serve him as they do me. Do you understand, boy?" "Yes Massa, I will see that the other slaves do as you instruct, Massa. Massa may I ask a favor?" "What is it Ptolemy?" "Massa can I welcome Sir Yancy to your home and offer my services to him as your guest?" "Good boy, Ptolemy! Of course, you may welcome Sir Yancy." Ptolemy falls to his knees and crawls across the floor to where Sir Yancy is standing. He bows his head in supplication and kisses both feet in welcome. "Sir Yancy! Welcome to my Massa's home as his honored guest. Sir, if you permit me, I will serve you as my master has instructed, Sir." From where he is standing, Luke watches as Ptolemy debases himself. Although he finds Ptolemy's self-humiliation repugnant, nevertheless he is aroused by the sight of Ptolemy on all fours groveling at Sir Yancy's feet. And in a sense he wishes it was him crouching before his former slave's feet. How many times over the past three years has he fantasized about similar situations? Hopefully, it won't be too long before he also pays homage to both Massa Charles and Sir Yancy. Sir Yancy is growing in confidence with each passing minute and draws on his past experiences as a slave when he'd been in similar situations to Ptolemy's current one. On those occasions, when a guest had complimented Nestor's master on owing such a "fine specimen" or a "fine slave", etiquette had required his owner to return the compliment by inviting the guest to inspect "my property". Yancy had hated these inspections which are euphemistically referred to as fingerings. But he'd been powerless to resist and any reluctance to submit on his part would have been punished. But always he'd dreaded the order to "shuck down boy!" as he knew this was a prelude to even greater indignities. "He's a fine slave, Charles. Have you had him long?" "Indeed he is Yancy! I've owned him for twenty-two years now. And he has served me well. And he will also serve you while you are a guest at River's Bend. Please feel free to inspect him if you will." As he looks down on Ptolemy, Yancy decides he'd like very much to inspect him. However, he regrets that the slave is already naked. That's a pity as Yancy would have enjoyed watching as Ptolemy "shucked of his togs". Still Yancy looks over to where Luke stands still fully clothed. Perhaps, he'll still get to see a white ordered to remove his clothes ready for a "fingering". He hopes so! "Charles, I'd like very much to inspect your property. He won't mind if I do?" "Not at all, Yancy. He's a slave and it's not his place to object. Ptolemy will happily submit to your inspection. Isn't that so boy?" "Yes Massa! I'm happy to have Sir Yancy inspect me Massa." "Then up on your feet and present yourself for Sir Yancy's inspection." "Yes Massa!" Ptolemy hastily scrambles to his feet and presents his body for Sir Yancy's inspection. He stands with his feet apart and the fingers of both hands intertwined behind his head. Luke watches in fascination as Ptolemy tightens his body's muscles so that each group stands out in sharp relief and for the first time he appreciates the masculine beauty of his cousin's fine physique. It's true that he's grown accustomed to Ptolemy's nakedness - and greatly admired it - but seeing him present his body for Sir Yancy's close quarter inspection redefines what he has already seen and for the first time he appreciates why these inspections of a slave's body are so popular with free men. Sir Yancy's hand glide over Ptolemy's chest pausing just long enough to pinch his prominent nipples into needle-point sharpness. Then they move down over the flat plain of his belly to his hairless groin. Here they stop to heft his balls and to test them for their heaviness. Next Sir Yancy takes hold of the slave's cock and as he begins to slowly move his hand up and down the stiffening shaft, Ptolemy's cock leaps into an instant erection. And as he watches, Luke's own cock responds likewise. "Hair triggered isn't he Charles?" Sir Yancy comments and for the first time that Luke can remember, his former slave laughs loudly. Then, Luke remembers that his mother doesn't allow unnecessary talking or jocularity among her household slaves and so Nestor would never have laughed in the past. "I have no complaints with him in that department, Yancy." Massa Charles chuckles. "Nor in any other part of him I should add. He's pleases me and meets all my needs most admirably." Sir Yancy turns Ptolemy with his back to him and places his hands on the slave's shoulders. His hands test the hard rounded balls of Ptolemy's biceps and the thickness of the shoulder muscles before slowly moving down over his back to the shapely curves of his ass. Luke is aware of a widening, wet patch staining the front of his trousers and he knows he is leaking copiously, He feels his undergarment adhering to his lower belly and feels the sticky mess of his precum moistening his pubes. Sir Yancy plays with Ptolemy and takes a rounded ass-cheek in either hand and gently squeezes them gauging both their strength and firmness. Then, he remembers similar outrages forced on him by a white man and he takes great pleasure that the tables have now been turned. With mounting confidence, he orders Ptolemy to. "Bend and spread them, boy!" Ptolemy obeys immediately. He bends at the waist until his head is lowered to knee height and, reaching behind, he parts his buttocks and presents his anus for inspection. Both Massa Charles and Luke watch Sir Yancy's fingering of Ptolemy intently. Massa Charles approves of Sir Yancy's confident handling of his slave. However, Luke's feeling are much more complex. He feels some sympathy for the very public humiliation that Ptolemy is being subjected to but then he reminds himself that it is of his own making. No one forced Beauregard St Jean to become the slave, Ptolemy. That was his own choice. Adding to Luke's confusion are his own frustrated feelings of longing and need and as he watches Sir Yancy finger Ptolemy's puckering orifice, his frustration grows more acute. Next, Sir Yancy's finger traces over the two whip stripes on Ptolemy's buttocks. "These look very fresh, Charles. Did you put them there?" "No Yancy, I didn't and they weren't there earlier. However, I did see them as Ptolemy greeted me on the front porch and I will question him about them during lunch." And Massa Charles adds ominously. "I intend to find out more about them from his own lips." Finally, Sir Yancy dismissively slaps Ptolemy's ass and orders him to face the front. Then, drawing on the hateful memories of past experience, he gently taps the side of Ptolemy's face and tells him to. "Open wide! Wider yet! More yet! That's it! Good boy!" Sir Yancy closely inspects the soundness of Ptolemy's teeth and the health of his tongue. He remembers how these had greatly interested those who'd inspected him. On one such occasion, the white man inspecting him had crudely remarked. "I always like to check out the soundness of a slave's mouth and the health of his ass. If both are functioning as they should, then the slave has no trouble eating and shitting and that always makes for a healthy slave." And so it is with Ptolemy! Sir Yancy's inspection of Ptolemy has established that he is in superb condition and he is remarkably healthy. "Charles, your slave and his cousin are remarkably similar in looks wouldn't you agree?" "Certainly Yancy. I would agree that the family resemblance is very strong. Although the cousin is younger and his body is not yet as fully developed. But that is something we'll explore together after lunch. But for now we should eat. Tell me Ptolemy what is on the menu for lunch?" "Massa, there's grilled catfish, deep fried gumbo on a bed of rice, corn on the cob, black- eyed beans, freshly baked cornbread, melon and bread pudding." "Excellent! I don't know about you Yancy but I'm famished. It was hard work getting the cotton loaded onto the barges; the slaves had to be driven hard to keep to the schedule. But I forget my manners as a host. You'll need to wash your hands after fingering Ptolemy." Massa Charles turns and speaks sharply to the young fan-bearer. "Zapthenath! Run to the kitchen and fetch hot water, soap and a clean towel so that Sir Yancy can wash his hands before we eat. Well quickly now! And don't dawdle boy, or you'll feel my strap on your ass. Hurry along!" Then Massa Charles confides to Sir Yancy. "Yancy, all white slaves are naturally lazy animals who can't think for themselves. You need to rule them with fear to get the best from them. It's been my experience that the fear of the cane and strap works wonders with them. It focuses their minds on their duties. Bear that in mind while you are here. If any of my slaves offend you in any way or if you have a complaint to make regarding the performance of their duties please tell me and I will punish them. Remember as my house-guest, my home is your home and my slaves are your slaves. Treat them as such, Yancy. But now, let's get ready to eat." To be continued.......