Date: Sat, 11 Jun 2016 07:13:41 +0000 (UTC)
From: Christian Q <maccabeus88@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: "Master of River's Bend" Chapter 16     Gay male/Authoritarin    Gay Male/Interracial

Master of River's Bend
 Chapter 16
"Betrayed"

This is a story of erotic fiction meant to be read by adults over the age of eighteen years

Written by Jon-Christophe

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Chapter 16:

As he approaches the house, Charles sees his house and grounds slaves
waiting to welcome him home.  Even from this distance, he sees Ptolemy, the
young Zapthenath and his newest slave, Ramses kneeling in the full
obeisance position - that is, nose to the floor and ass elevated with knees
spread wide - in the shade of the wide porch. By contrast, the two
grounds-slaves, the brothers, Horus and Osiris stand at full display but at
the bottom of the steps ready to assist their Massa and Yancy to
dismount. Their sweaty, sun brown, lustrous bodies gleam seductively in the
late afternoon sun and as always, the sight of their nudity and strong,
young physiques excites Charles.

The sight of Horus and Osiris stirs his loins and he decides that they will
provide the dinner entertainment for his guests this evening. To that end,
he'll have Ptolemy douche them, scrub clean their sweat-stained hides and
have them wait in the kitchen until he calls for them to perform.

Charles considers what type of entertainment the two slaves will provide as
he, Yancy and Edward enjoy their coffee. He is anxious to demonstrate to
Yancy his mastery over his white slaves and he wants to impress upon his
young prot‚g‚ - for that is the role he now sees Yancy fulfilling -
that here at River's Bend plantation Blacks are in control and whites exist
only to toil as slaves for the profit their labors bring to their Black
Master and for the pleasure their bodies can provide for him and his
guests.

He considers several options perhaps a wrestling match if time permits; a
contest at the end of which the winner fucks the loser. H could have both
slaves liberally coated with slave oil. There is nothing quite as sensuous
as flickering candle-light casting dancing shadows on the well-oiled, naked
bodies of two slaves engaged in a wrestling contest. The candlelight also
castes a golden glow on the combatants and the oil serves to highlight
their muscular physiques and, besides, it is always amusing to watch as
their bodies slither and slide against one another as they futilely
struggle to gain a hold of their oil-slicked opponent.

As he considers this, his erection intensifies itself and he wonders if
he'll be able to last the distance. He knows full well that it will prove
difficult; perhaps he'll seek his relief with Ptolemy as the slave bathes
him ready for dinner. Then, he reconsiders; he decides to save all his
energies for later in the night as he establishes his master's ownership
rights over his new slave, Ramses.

Charles is anxious to review Ptolemy's preparation of Ramses and he gently
taps his mount, Pegasus with his rider's crop to speed him up. To keep
pace, Yancy vigorously applies his driver's whip twice to his pony, Clem's
flexing ass and heaving shoulders. Clem cries out in pain, lurches forward
and quickens his pace to match that of his Massa's stallion.

Charles watches indulgently as Yancy continues to ply his whip to his
sweat-soaked pony and reflects on the differences between his thoroughbred
mount and the hapless slave running between the shafts of Yancy's cart. He
only needs to give Pegasus a gentle tap of his rider's crop to have him
respond positively whilst Yancy needs to apply his whip several times with
the full vigor of his powerful arm to elicit a similar response from Clem.

Charles decides this is proof - if any is needed - that his horses are more
intelligent than his white slaves.  A horse can be coaxed and cajoled to
better performance whereas a white slave has to be soundly whipped to have
it respond to the same degree.

Charles and Yancy come to a halt at the bottom of the steps leading up onto
the porch where Ptolemy, Zapthenath and Ramses are waiting on their knees
ready to welcome their Massa home and to pay their respects to Yancy.
Horus and Osiris help Charles and Yancy to dismount before leading Pegasus
and Clem back to the stables.

Charles is in an ebullient mood; he affectionately wraps an arm over
Yancy's shoulders as they climb the steps and he talks animatedly. Charles
pauses on the top step - this is part of the homecoming ritual in which his
slaves participate - and waits as Ptolemy crawls forward to kiss his dusty
riding-boots.

"Welcome home Massa! Your slave is happy to see you and craves to serve you
in any way you desire, Massa!"

Massa Charles ignores Ptolemy who crawls away to allow Zapthenath to crawl
forward and to pay similar homage. He too is ignored - after all, slaves
don't require their Master's acknowledgement for simply doing what is
expected of them - and he crawls away to allow Ramses to come forward.

Ramses is overcome with fear as he crawls into his Massa's
presence. Suddenly, in Ramses mind, Massa Charles takes on a god-like
status and he is overwhelmed by his Massa's presence. He tries to speak but
his mouth is dry and the words won't form. Desperately, he tries to
articulate his welcome.

"W-w-w-welcome ..." He stutters, pauses and then the words tumble
incoherently out of his mouth.  "Welcome home Massa!"

Then, once more fear overtakes him and his words fail him and he falls
silent.

For his part, Charles decides to allow this newest slave to his household
some latitude. After all, he has been a slave for just a few hours. This
morning he'd woken as an arrogant, free, white man and now, with evening
approaching, he is merely a naked, white slave.  Naturally, Charles reasons
the boy is still coming to grips with his changed circumstances.

Charles looks down on the trembling figure crouching at his feet. He sees
the cropped head with its nose pressed to the floor and the naked, elevated
ass quivering beneath his gaze. He notes the width of the lowered
shoulders, the long, muscular back leading upwards to the trim waist and
the rounded curves of the raised buttocks. Ramses has spread his knees - as
he'd been instructed to do by Ptolemy - and his ass crack is open to
scrutiny. Charles is keen to see more and slowly walks behind Ramses for a
better view.

Charles is rewarded by the pleasing sight of Ramses two, plump balls
hanging lopsidedly between his wide-spread thighs while the delicate,
rosy-pink rosebud of his virgin asshole is clearly visible. The orifice
puckers nervously from the unnatural stress the position of obeisance
places upon it and seems to be winking a message of "come and visit" to
Charles. He can hardly wait to do so and looks forward to claiming his
"Master's due" later tonight.

Charles bends and takes the ball-sac in his hands. He is impressed by the
satiny feel of the hairless scrotum as he examines it for any stray
hairs. And woe betide Ptolemy should he find one! But none are present.

Next he traces a finger up the deep canyon of the ass-crack and again he
fails to find even one stray hair.  Obviously, Ptolemy has done his job
well. As his finger makes contact with the striated entrance to Ramses'
body, Charles is pleased by its heat and its silky-smooth texture. His
finger begins to tickle and tease the warm, yielding flesh and a tremor of
apprehension or is it anticipatory pleasure ripples through Ramses'
body. This pleases Charles; obviously the slave is very responsive and
Charles looks forward to exploring this more fully with Ramses.

Charles' hands slide over the rounded mounds of Ramses' ass-cheeks; again
searching for any missed or stray hair. But his careful searching finds
none. Ptolemy has excelled himself. Both buttocks are devoid of any "peach
down" and his new slave's ass is as smooth as that of a new-born baby.

Charles noisily slaps Ramses' ass and orders him to his feet.

"Stand up, boy! Face me and assume the full display position!"

Ramses does as he is ordered but not quickly enough to please his master.

"YOU WERE TOO SLOW, SLAVE! When I give you an order you are to obey me
immediately."

Crestfallen, Ramses stutters his apology.

"I - I'm sorry Massa. I'll do better next time, Massa."

"Damn right you will boy!  Ptolemy, fetch my cane."

Ptolemy hastily climbs to his feet and scampers away to do Massa's
bidding. Within moments, he returns with a vicious, rattan cane. Ptolemy
kneels before Massa Charles and holds the cane at arms-length before
him. Wordlessly, Charles takes the cane from him and swishes it through the
air.

Ramses turns white as he hears the sibilant hiss of the cane. Just a few
hours ago, he'd watched as Ptolemy was caned by Massa and he knows what to
expect. The fear of punishment and its associated pain suddenly overwhelm
Ramses. True, he'd often imagined being a slave and suffering exquisite
punishment and he had enthusiastically masturbated as he'd so
fantasized. But this isn't an erotic fantasy; this is actually happening
and suddenly he wants to return home. Once more, he becomes Luke Trevannion
and somehow finds the courage to speak out.

"This is going too far!" He ignores Charles and addresses Ptolemy by the
name given to him by his family. "Beauregard, I've decided I don't want to
be your heir or to inherit River's Bend. And I've decided I no longer want
to play at being a slave. Tomorrow, I will return home taking my slave
Nestor with me."

Luke is totally unprepared for what happens next or for Charles' explosion
of fury. Charles angrily slaps his face with such force that Ramses falls
to the floor.

Bewildered, dazed and in pain, he doesn't move and seeks the illusory
sanctuary of the porch's hard floor as Charles berates him

"You won't be going home tomorrow, boy! Not tomorrow; not ever. You will
remain at River's Bend as a slave for the remainder of your days or until I
decide to sell you down river. Your life as a free man is over. You are now
my slave! It was always my intention to permantly enslave you as I did with
Ptolemy and that you'd never leave River's Bend. I hadn't planned on
revealing this to you at this early stage but your petulant outburst has
brought things to a head. Still, perhaps that is no bad thing. At least we
now have a better understanding of your 'true' relationship to River's
Bend. And Yancy is no longer your slave. He is now your superior and you
will acknowledge him as such by your every word and deed. Or you face dire
punishment."

Charles words even take Ptolemy by surprise. He is shocked and he had no
idea of his Massa's true intentions towards his young cousin. He feels a
sense of guilt for the part he'd played in Luke Trevannion's
betrayal. However, as he considers this he tries to rationalize the
situation.  He is, after all, Massa's slave bound by the rules of total
obedience and nothing he could have said or done would have helped
Luke. And as Massa's slave he has to accept any decision made by Charles as
the correct one. And besides hadn't he too hoped for such an outcome but
only if Luke Trevannion had decided that was what he'd wanted without any
coercion. Nevertheless, he does still feel a tinge of guilt for the part
he'd played in luring Luke to River's Bend. Ptolemy feels a little like the
Judas sheep that leads its unfortunate, unsuspecting companions into the
abattoirs.

Ptolemy decides all he can do now is to help Luke as he permanently
transforms from free man into the slave Ramses.

Ramses listens in horror to what Massa Charles is saying. It takes several
moments for the intent of Charles' words to filter through the haze of his
confusion. When it does and he realizes the full extent of the betrayal
that Massa Charles has perpetrated on him, Ramses begins to cry in
despair. Great sobs rack his body and as he looks about he sees there is no
pity for him. Indeed, as he looks towards Yancy, he sees his former slave's
smirking countenance and look of triumph at his reversal of fortune.

Once more, Massa Charles orders Ramses to his feet.

"Stand up, boy! On your feet, face me and assume the display position."

This time Ramses reacts to his Master's order with alacrity. His fear of
this man who has enslaved him ensures that he does so. And he remembers to
lowers his gaze to the floor as Ptolemy had instructed him.

Charles keenly scrutinizes Ramses' nude, glabrous body and is pleased with
the changes that Ptolemy has wrought upon it. Not a hair mars the
perfection of the slave's lustrous skin. Indeed, the absence of body hair
enhances Ramses' appearance and makes him a slave in every sense. His
muscle definition is more evident and the absence of his pubes accentuates
his generous genitalia. The balls hang heavy and swing low between the
slave's parted thighs and his long, thick cock hangs limp; no doubt made so
by the trauma of just hearing of his fate.

To Charles mind the only things lacking are the absence of a collar around
the slave's neck and a cock cinch to thrust his cock and balls into obscene
prominence. But that can wait until this evening. He plans on fitting these
necessary accoutrements of slavery during dinner in the presence of Yancy
and Edward.

Placing the end of the cane under Ramses' chin, he uses it to tilt the
slave's head upwards. Momentarily, the eyes of Master and slave meet before
Ramses capitulates and lower his eyes once more to the floor.  But not
before, Charles sees the look of absolute fear in his slave's cornflower
blue, tear-filled eyes. This pleases Charles; a slave should fear its
Master for only through its fear can a slave give of its best.

And he decides to add to Ramses' fear.

"Ramses! You warrant punishment for your two misdemeanors. The first is
your slowness to react to my orders. And for that you will receive ten
strokes of the cane. Your second offense is more serious and grievous. You
displayed truculence which I WON"T tolerate from any slave. That deserves
further punishment that is more severe than a mere caning. I will decide on
an appropriate punishment for you after I talk to Boss Edward, my chief
overseer. But for now, you will receive ten strokes of the cane and I ask
Boss Yancy if he'll administer them. Will be so kind as to oblige me,
Yancy?"

"It will be my pleasure, Charles! Who'd have thought this morning that, by
day's end, I'd be whipping this white boy's sorry ass?"

"Yes, indeed Yancy! Who'd have thought such a thing is possible?"

"Where will I cane him, Charles?' Yancy asks. "Does he need to be
restrained?"

"I think that would be advisable. In view of his earlier defiance. However,
we don't have time to take him to the caning bench set up in the barn. No,
we'll do it here. Here come Horus and Osiris and I'll have them tie him
over the porch railing with his ass positioned for the cane. Ptolemy fetch
me some rope."

It takes only a few minutes to have Ramses in position. Before he fully
comprehends what is happening, Horus and Osiris have him bent double over
the top rail as Ptolemy ties his ankles and wrists to the lower rails. This
has the effect of tilting his ass upwards ready for the cane. Too late,
Ramses realizes what is happening and begins to struggle futilely in his
bonds. But Ptolemy has bound him securely and there is no escape.

Desperately, Ramses looks back between his splayed legs. His line of vision
is naturally restricted and he sees only the legs of those standing behind
him. He recognizes the slaves' legs; after all they are uncovered and he
sees two pair of legs clothed in trousers and boots and he knows these
belong to Massa Charles and Yancy.

He bucks violently as a hand is placed on his upturned ass and he sees this
as an assault on his person.  But whose hand is it? Is it Massa Charles' or
Boss Yancy's hand?

His struggling begins afresh until a stinging slap on his ass shocks him
into stillness. He hears Yancy's voice telling him to cease
struggling. Then Yancy's hand begins to gently stroke his ass as he calms
Ramses down. As he settles, Ramses recognizes the futility of his
resistance. Nothing can save him from being caned. And with the acceptance
of that, he capitulates and prepares himself for the cane's first strike.

He doesn't have long to wait. Suddenly, the hand is removed from his ass
and looking back between his legs he sees Yancy bracing his feet for the
first strike. Ramses hears the sibilant hiss of the cane followed by the
loud thwack as it strikes naked flesh - his naked flesh. For a split
second, Ramses feels nothing as his brain registers the pain. Then, his ass
explodes into pain unlike any he could ever have imagined in his wild,
erotic fantasies. And Ramses hears his own disjointed voice expressing that
pain.

"AHH! Shit!  Oh, that hurts. Oh please........"

His plea fades as once more the cane delivers a second, red stripe to his
ass. And it is followed in quick succession by another and then another.

By the fourth stroke, Ramses is desperately but vainly pleading for it to
stop.

"Oh please Massa! Stop Massa! I'll behave and do whatever you want!"

His pleas for mercy fall on deaf ears and his punishment continues until
Yancy has delivered all ten strokes of the cane. Only then does the caning
stop and Ptolemy, acting on Massa Charles orders, unties his bonds. As he
does so, Ptolemy whispers into his ear.

"Crawl over to Massa and kiss his feet. Thank him for your punishment and
tell him that you'll be a good slave."

And Ramses has the good sense to follow his cousin's advice. His apology is
sincere and contrite. He doesn't ever want to experience another caning and
will do whatever it takes to avoid a repeat of the burning pain that is
presently searing itself into his striped and soon to be bruised ass.



To be continued .................