Date: Sun, 22 Feb 2015 06:25:05 +0000 (UTC) From: Christian Debus Subject: "Master of River's Bend" Chapter 8 Gay Male / Interracial Master of River's Bend Plantation By Jean-Christophe Part 8 "Shucking Down" 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 really 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 8 Luke had watched in silence as Ptolemy was caned; instinctively he knew that Massa Charles expected this of him. And as he'd watched, he'd stood in the position of respect with his feet apart and his hands clasped behind his back and resting on his ass. Ptolemy's punishment had affected him adversely and left him feeling unsettled. The effectiveness with which Massa Charles had dispassionately applied the cane had shocked Luke and he'd felt pity for his cousin as, afterwards, he stood teary-eyed and ruefully rubbed his striped buttocks. Obviously, the pain that Ptolemy feels is intense and Luke now knows that chastisements at River's Bend are for real and not merely "play acting". And beyond any doubt, he also understands that he won't be spared should he offend Massa Charles. Fleetingly, he has second thoughts about becoming a voluntary slave and his immediate inclination is to tell Massa Charles that he's decided to leave and return home to his parents taking his slave, Nestor with him. And yet something holds him back from making such a hasty decision. It's true that watching as Ptolemy was caned had disturbed him but, at the same time, it had also been very masochistically arousing. Luke is conscious that his cock is turgid with a newfound rigidity he'd never experienced before visiting River's Bend. And he is aware that he isn't alone in his state of arousal. Both Massa Charles's and Sir Yancy's trousers barely conceal their own magnificent erections. Why, even Ptolemy himself sports an erection that would do justice to Massa Charles's beloved stallion, Pegasus. Luke decides that as Ptolemy appears to have taken his caning as nothing out of the ordinary and, apart from his striped buttocks, he is none the worse for wear, then he should remain silent. Meanwhile, Charles and Yancy sit at the table drinking the freshly brewed coffee that Ptolemy serves them. "Yancy, I think it time to unwrap my new acquisition and see what the outer coverings conceal.' Then turning to Luke, Massa Charles instructs him. "Right boy, let's see you naked. Shuck off those clothes!" Luke stoops to remove his shoes and stockings and as he does so he listens intently to the conversation between Massa Charles and Sir Yancy. "Yancy my boy, a word of advice if I may? Do you remember what I said earlier about white slaves being naturally lazy? You must never be hesitant about punishing a white slave. Indeed it's the only way he'll learn total dedication and obedience to his master's will. From my experience, a white slave never stops learning. Their training is ongoing and you should remain forever vigilant." "You surprise me, Charles! After twenty-two years, I'd have thought Ptolemy would be fully trained into your ways." "You'd think so, wouldn't you Yancy? But he's not as this morning has proved. I'd told him to return to the house but he wilfully saw fit to disobey me and he stopped off in the fields. I don't know what it is about white slaves. They aren't altogether unintelligent creatures but they do seem to find it difficult to fully follow through on an instruction." "Well thanks for the advice, Charles! I'll keep it in mind. Can I ask - do you always use the cane when punishing Ptolemy?" "Most times I do, Yancy. In the past, I did resort to the strap or the paddle if Ptolemy's punishments warranted it. But that was early on in his training. And I prefer not to use the whip as there's always the risk of marking his hide and, as I keep him permanently naked, I wouldn't want to spoil his appearance with a cut up back." "And yet you use the whip on your field-slaves, Charles?" "They are different, Yancy. My white house-slaves add to the ascetics of my home. But my field-slaves are merely work animals and their only purpose is to work to the utmost of their abilities and maximize my profits. Therefore my field-slaves must be whipped to get the maximum effort from them and that's why my overseers use cow skin whips. In my experience cow skin makes the most effective whips and my slaves fear them. Which is as it should be with all slaves. Fear is a great motivator for any slave - even a house buck like Ptolemy. Another word of advice Yancy. If you have a body slave - and while you're a guest under my roof, one will be assigned to you - avoid the whip for ascetic reasons and use the paddle. It's every bit as effective as the whip. Believe me, the paddle can make even the strongest slave holler like a hog hung upside down for slaughtering." "The paddle can be very effective, Charles!" Yancy replies bitterly. "I know from personal experience." "You've been beaten with a paddle, Yancy?" "Yes Charles about two years ago. Robert Trevannion had my ass paddled as a punishment." "Then retribution is called for, Yancy." And he adds ominously. "We'll attend to that at a later time." Massa Charles words are a veiled threat directed at Luke which aren't lost on him. He shudders at their implication for he well remembers the occasion when Yancy - or Nestor as he was at the time - was ass paddled. He can't remember what the young slave's offence had been but it must have been serious for his father to order the teenager to be strung up naked by the heels in the stables and beaten. Luke remembers that the coachman - a strong brute of a slave - had used the paddle to good effect. Now, it would seem that he is to be the sacrificial lamb offered up on the altar of retribution. Suddenly, Luke is convulsed by fright. Luke's thoughts are rudely interrupted by an angry bellow from Massa Charles. "Move your lazy, white ass, boy! I told you to shuck down. Do it and be quick about it. Start at the top and work down. Remove your coat and shirt...... NOW!" Startled by Massa Charles's angry admonishment, Luke moves quickly to obey. He looks to where Massa Charles and Sir Yancy are sitting and he sees the smirk on his former slave's face. Obviously, Sir Yancy is enjoying his erstwhile master's humiliation at being made to strip naked ready for an inspection. Often, Luke had been present when his father had gathered the family's slaves in the stables and ordered them to shuck down ready for the periodic inspections to assess their health and wellbeing. His father had made no distinction between the male and female slaves. All stood naked and shamefaced before their master and his son and were subjected to the same humiliating and degrading inspections of their bodies. Suddenly, Luke is aware of that same shame and humiliation. Yet strangely, he finds the prospect of standing naked before Massa Charles and Sir Yancy as very enticing. Is this his own dark desires at play? Once more, Massa Charles gives the order for Luke to undress. "Undress, boy and strip naked. Yancy, it may be necessary to encourage him." Massa Charles exclaims. "Will you do me the honor of supervising him as he shucks down? You can use the cane I used on Ptolemy to hurry him along." "It would be my pleasure Charles." Yancy answers with alacrity. Luke tremblingly watches as Sir Yancy retrieves the cane from its ornate case and swishes it through the air as he approaches Luke. Luke yelps as the cane cuts across the back of his thighs. The material of his trouser does lessen the cane's impact but still his flesh stings from the sudden, sharp pain. Once more Yancy applies the cane as he orders Luke to. "HURRY UP! BOY. WE DON'T HAVE ALL DAY TO WASTE ON YOU!" Hastily, a much chastened Luke begins to unbutton his coat and vainly looks around for somewhere to place it. Momentarily, he stands bewildered and knowing no better, he drops it onto the floor. With an exasperated sigh, Massa Charles stands and walks to where Luke is standing. Luke is caught off guard as Massa Charles delivers a stinging slap to the right side of his face. Luke cries out with the unexpectedness and pain of the slap and he cringes under the verbal barrage of Massa Charles's abuse. "Not like that, slave. Fold it neatly and place on the chair nearest to you. As a slave you'll have no further use for clothing. I notice that you and Sir Yancy are of the same size and I now give all your clothing and personal items to Sir Yancy for his use. Consequently, you'll need to learn to treat his property with greater respect. Now fold it neatly, place it on the table and then remove your shirt." The irony of Massa Charles's words isn't lost on Luke. As Massa Charles has just pointed out the clothes that Luke is wearing and the ones contained in his trunks and valises are no longer his - they now belong to Sir Yancy. Luke wonders if he'll ever wear clothes again. In the short term - for the duration of his stay at River's Bend - he knows that he won't. And who knows; should he decide to stay on permanently at the plantation then his nakedness will become 'de rigeur'. After all, Ptolemy has told him that the natural state for Massa Charles's slaves is total nakedness. Quickly, Luke neatly folds the jacket and places it on the chair nearest to him. Yancy inspects it and when he is satisfied, he instructs Luke to remove his shirt. Luke unbuttons his shirt and slips it from his upper body. As he does so, he hears an appreciative murmur from Massa Charles who is impressed by what he is seeing of his newest acquisition. As Massa Charles visually appraises Luke, he notes that the white boy has been blessed with both good looks and a burgeoning though, as yet, not fully developed physique which is at odds with his tender years and pampered lifestyle. Massa Charles estimates Luke's height at around six feet tall and his weight at somewhere in the region of one hundred and fifty to sixty pounds. He has longish, slightly curling, golden blond hair, piercing blue eyes, an aquiline nose which Massa Charles considers to be haughty and annoyingly aristocratic - both traits will be beaten out of him- and very full red lips. Luke is broad-shouldered and his torso tapers down to a narrow waist. The thickening slabs of his pectorals emphasize his developing chest and these, in turn, are highlighted by two very prominent nipples. And nestled at the mid-center of his flat stomach is a deeply indented navel. Luke's chest has a light covering of hair which matches that on his head and straggling down the center line of his belly is an intriguing treasure-trail of slightly darker hair. As it disappears beneath the waistband of his trousers, it tantalizingly hints at what is hidden there. Luke neatly folds the shirt and places it on top of his coat. As he does so, he is acutely aware of the play of the muscles of his upper body as they ripple and flex with each of his movements. He's also aware that both Massa Charles and Sir Yancy are intently watching him and that his naked torso is the focus of their attention. Luke is overcome with shame and embarrassment at stripping naked under the lustful gaze of the black man who is laying claim to him as a slave. Enforced nudity is something that Luke is familiar with; after all he'd seen his father's slaves buck-assed naked on many occasions and he'd never turned away in embarrassment. Quite the opposite is true; Luke had always salivated at the sight of naked buck slave; although he'd been careful to show bored indifference in front of his father lest he suspect Luke's dark secret. But nudity is frowned upon and not practiced by white folk. Rather it's something they impose on their slaves and for that reason public displays of nakedness by whites is considered improper. Despite his almost cloistered life at home and the puritanical strictures of his white, Baptist background, Luke isn't a prude and he has never been ashamed of his own nudity, In fact, he'd reveled in it and often in the privacy of his own room, with the door locked and the curtains drawn, he'd stand in front of his mirror and peruse his nude body's reflection staring back at him. In the privacy of his bedchamber, Luke had never hesitated to bare his body or to take pride in it. But always, when he did so, it was his decision. This however is different. The choice is no longer his to make. Now, he is being ordered to do it and to encourage him, Sir Yancy's stands nearby with his cane at the ready. Luke feels the helplessness of his situation and wishing to avoid any further punishment, he bends at the waist and quickly removes his shoes and socks. Now, only his trousers and undergarments separate him from total nakedness. However, Luke has hesitated too long. He cries out as Sir Yancy's cane lays an angry red stripe across his exposed shoulders with the order to. "Hurry up boy! Shuck off those trousers. And be quick about it." As he watches, Massa Charles nods in approval at Sir Yancy's handling of Luke. Luke scrambles to comply with Sir Yancy's order and he quickly unbuttons his trousers and undergarment allowing them to slide down his legs into a crumpled heap around his ankles. Stripped of all dignity, Luke steps out of the trousers and bends to retrieve them. Humiliatingly, he's aware that his bare ass is now displayed for everyone in the room - both masters and slaves - to gaze upon. And as he bends, he's acutely aware that his balls are hanging haphazardly between his splayed legs and that the most private part of his body - his anus - is open to their scrutiny. Acting to avoid the cane - and Luke is surprised at how quickly he's learning the lessons of obedience - he retrieves the garments and folds them neatly before placing them with his other discarded clothing. He feels the hot flush of his shame wash over his now nude body as he hears Massa Charles's instruction to. "Face me boy! Put your hands on your head and spread your legs. As Luke moves into position, Yancy kicks his ankles apart further exposing his body to Massa Charles's visual inspection. Yancy is no stranger to this position and he's lost count of the number of times he'd been ordered to adopt the display position for his master's prurient inspection of his body. Even though he'd been born a slave, he'd never become inured to the indignity of standing at naked display with his father and brothers as they'd been assessed by Massa Robert and Massa Luke. Today, it is his young master who stands at naked display and he revels in this sudden, unexpected change of fortune that sees him assume the role of the master while Luke becomes the slave. Revenge is sweet and to be much savored! For his part, Luke feels Massa Charles's gaze upon him and instinctively, he lowers his eyes to the floor. He knows this is expected of a slave; after all he'd watched as his father had, at times, chastised an "uppity" slave for failing to avert his eyes. Luke stands motionless as Massa Charles scrutinizes his naked body. As his chest rises and falls and his breathing quickens, he feels his belly's nervous fluttering. And for the first time he feels the degradation and powerlessness of the slave but rather than being apprehensive he is filled with a growing sense of euphoria. As he looks upon the naked form of his newest acquisition, Massa Charles is pleased. The boy, Luke - and he really ought to give him the proper slave name he's already chosen - will be a welcome addition to his household. In many ways he is a younger version of Ptolemy and looking at him Massa Charles harkens back to those first halcyon days when he'd asserted his dominance over his former master, Beauregard St John. Charles decides working with Ptolemy's young cousin will present him with an interesting and pleasurable challenge; one that he's looking forward to. Of course, the boy is still very raw and it will take much training by Charles to whip him into shape. Obviously, Charles is thinking figuratively and not literally. He'll use the cane and the paddle on his new slave but not the whip - unless it becomes absolutely necessary. The boy has already tasted the cane enthusiastically applied to him by Yancy and he's responded to it most positively. However, it will be interesting to test his responses to the paddle? Already, Charles has decided that Luke will be taken to the stables and subjected to an ass- paddling similar to the one that Yancy had suffered. Charles sees this as justifiable retribution; payback for the pain inflicted on Yancy by Luke's father. Charles has warmed to Yancy and sees great potential in him. He'd eagerly looked forward to the two teenagers' visit and to date it is proving providential. He hasn't only gained a new slave but also a possible soul mate with whom he can interact on equal terms. Until now, his life has been lonely with only his house-slaves as his constant, daily companions. And of course, they can't be considered friends by any stretch of the imagination. Therefore, it will be comforting to have Yancy's company of an evening and to discuss with him the day to day running of the plantation and the control and discipline of the slaves. Already, Charles is considering his options. With the arrival of Yancy and Luke, he is busily planning for the plantation's future. He has decided that Yancy will become his prot‚g‚ and he'll be trained to eventually take over the running of the plantation thus ensuring River's Bend remains under Black Rule. Of course for this to happen, Ptolemy has to adopt Luke as his heir and for him to stay on permanently at the plantation. He knows Ptolemy has told Luke he is free to return home to his family should he decide against remaining at River's Bend. However, the question of whether or not Luke chooses to stay permantly is a moot one. Charles has already made that decision for him; he is remain at River's Bend as another of Charles's lifelong slaves. Three months from now, Charles will force Luke to writing a letter to his father reassuring him all is well with him and saying he's decided to stay on as Beauregard's heir. He will ask his father to transfer ownership of Yancy/Nestor to him and as soon as this is done, Luke will give Yancy his freedom. And on the day that Yancy is manumitted, Luke will be permanently marked with the River's Bend brand. Charles looks at the unsuspecting Luke and chuckles at his duplicity. He'd deliberately deceived Ptolemy into believing that his young cousin is free to leave at a time of his own choosing to allay Luke's suspicions. Naturally, he feels neither guilt nor regret at his devious plan; he doesn't have to justify his actions to his slaves. He owes neither Ptolemy nor Luke any explanation. After all, he is the Master of River's Bend and here his words are law and his decisions are absolute and to be obeyed without question or hesitation. As Charles visually assesses Luke's naked form, he sees that the new slave's body has much potential even though it currently reflects his free-man's pampered lifestyle. It lacks muscle tone but the foundations are there and the burgeoning muscles can be further developed by hard work. Charles considers working Luke with the twin brothers in the garden initially to toughen him up. And perhaps, later, he'll send him into the fields to toil in a work-gang. However, he'll have a better idea of Luke's fitness after he and Immutef, the slave vet - who he suddenly remembers is waiting at the foot of the front steps - have physically examine the young slave to determine how best to use him. Charles tries to put a monetary value on his newest acquisition; after all he is his property and Charles - a stickler for accurate bookkeeping - keeps a faithful record of all his assets and their value. But, at this stage, he can only speculate about Luke's value. For obvious reasons Charles can never attend a slave auction - not even the local one - to keep abreast of the latest market trends. As a free, black man he wouldn't be welcome at a slave auction. He would necessarily have to pretend to be Ptolemy's slave - such a situation is anathema to him - and therefore he never attends any auctions. And of course, he'd find it distressing to see the black slaves paraded like farm livestock and knocked down to the highest bidder. The mere thought of this galls him and fuels his contempt and disdain of the white race. Then he remembers that the white slaver, Saggory Clutterbuck will be visiting River's Bend shortly. He'll have "Unsavory" run his hands over Luke and give him a no obligation valuation. But why stop with Luke; at the same time he'll have Ptolemy appraised and valued. It has been some time since Ptolemy was last assessed and it will be interesting to see the two cousins standing side by side and comparing them in value. But for now, Charles is anxious to move to the next part of Luke's induction; the hands-on, physical inspection of his body. He is looking forward to fingering his latest slave. But before he does so, he orders the slave to. "Turn around with your back to me!" Slowly, Charles's eyes travel slowly down Luke's back before finally coming to rest on the full, rounded curves of his ass. Luke is trembling like a nervous colt and Charles notices the involuntary quivering of his flanks. Then Charles orders him to. "Bend and spread them, boy!" Crimson-faced, Luke hastens to obey. After he bends at the waist, Luke reaches back behind his body and taking a firm buttock in each hand, he pulls them apart. As the cleft between his buttocks widens, he feels the sudden tension on his ass-hole and he's aware that the bright pink rosebud of his sphincter is opening and closing in time with his rapid heartbeats. How long does Luke remain in this most degrading of positions? He has no way of telling. Perhaps it's merely seconds or possibly minutes - he doesn't know. Luke is learning that time isn't something a slave needs to be concerned with. His time now belongs to Massa Charles and from now on, everything he does is at the whim of his new master. To his surprise, Luke finds as he remains doubled over that his sense of shame lessens and the experience becomes erotically charged and most pleasurable. With Luke's inviting ass on show, Charles salivates at the thought of his new slave's naivety and vulnerability. Of course, as the new slave's owner, he will exercise his "droit de seigneur" rights over Luke and he eagerly looks forward to fucking him. But that will have to wait until tonight after his ass paddling. Over the years, Massa Charles has come to appreciate a tenderized ass. From his long experience, Ptolemy is always a better fuck after his ass has been beaten. And after that, Luke will be allocated to Yancy for his use. However tonight, as Yancy's host, Charles will make one or both of the twin brothers available to him. The laws of hospitality dictate that he does so. But first things first! For now he has the most pleasurable duty of physically examining Luke from head to toe. Charles always considers the first laying on of a Master's hands on a new slave's body to be of great significance for the slave. It signals to the slave that his new master is laying claim to him - body and soul - and it tells the slave that he is now an owned property. For Charles there is an almost quasi-ceremonial element to this and he fondly remembers the day twenty- two years ago when he'd similarly laid claim to Ptolemy. Now history is repeating itself and another member of the hated St Jean family is becoming his slave. To be continued..........