Date: Tue, 3 Sep 2013 14:18:31 -0700
From: Randall Austin <randallaustin2011@hotmail.com>
Subject: Southern Style Slave Husbandry

A Portrait of Servitude – Southern Style Slave Husbandry

By Randall Austin

Short Story

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Place: Baton Rouge, Louisiana

Background: The ownership of slaves is a status symbol
for the majority of people in the United States.  Even
in the South, where slavery has always been a
prominent and common feature of society, private
ownership of slaves is still relatively rare.  In the
South male slaves 18 to 28 years of age are referred
to as `bucks', and similarly aged females as
`fillies'.

Situation: Catherford Whiskeybell is one of the `old
school' slaveholders.  To Catherford, his family, and
all who hold his Southern ways, slavery is for `show'
as much as it is for profit.

***

Catherford Whiskeybell and his sons Cornelius and
Elwood, rose to greet their old family friend, Andy
Hawkins, and his daughters, Darlene 17, and Connie,
14.  After greetings, Catherford invited Andy and his
daughters to be seated in the comfortable chairs on
his back porch, which overlooked the growing fields.
But Andy's daughters wanted to join Catherford's
daughters, Gingerbelle, 18, and Luanne, 15, who were
seated at a picnic table further out in the backyard.

As the men settled into the yard chairs, Indigo, a
slave girl, 18 years old, came out with a tray of
juleps for the gentlemen.  Andy appreciated Indigo's
serving outfit, a yellow bikini bottom with no top, and he
couldn't take his eyes off the young servant.  As Indigo left,
Andy eyed her ass as it wiggled back into the house,
"Damn, Catherford, your boys sure have it good!  Being
around that bare breasted beauty all day long!"  The
men laughed, and Cornelius, 22, rammed his elbow into
Elwood's, 17 year old side.

Catherford took a sip of his julep and smiled, "That's
nothing.  Think of how lucky my daughters are!"  Andy
and Catherford's sons nodded in agreement.  All the
men's lips formed slightly lascivious smiles.

Gingerbelle, Luanne, Darlene, and Connie, sitting at
their picnic table situated underneath the shade of a
peach tree, sipped their strawberry ices as they
watched the sun-browned cocks of the eighteen field
bucks jiggle, flop, and wiggle in the summer heat.
Sweat dripped down the bodies of the bucks as they dug
in the garden, and it ran down their cocks, and onto
the giant rings that went through the dick heads of
all the bucks.  With each toss of the shovel a sweat
drop would fly off of each cock ring.

Each of Catherford's field slaves was better looking
than most models appearing in the younger girls' `Teen
Tiger' magazines, and an eyeful of eighteen nude,
toiling, and sweating males made the girls' strawberry
ices taste even more refreshing and tingling.  As the
girls chatted, they passed a pair of binoculars back
and forth, looking into them to check out the bucks
that were working away at the further edges of the
fields.

Andy shook his head, confused, "Damn, Catherford, it
just doesn't seem fair.  Your bucks have everything
they own on display, but your fillies run around with
their best parts covered.  What in the hell is your
reasoning?"

"I believe all women should preserve their modesty,
even slaves.  Male slaves are different.  You almost
have to keep them naked in order to remind them of
what they are.  It takes some of the aggression out of
them, and they are a lot less feisty when they're
exposed.  And besides, it's the Southern way.  What's
the use of having them if you can't display them
properly?"

Cornelius commented, "It's kind of strange, but by
making the slaves show off their cocks, they become
less cocky!"
Catherford nodded his head in agreement with his son,
"My new wife, was not used to proper slave handling, used
to complain about me keeping the bucks naked, but I
explained that not only did it help tame them down,
but the good lord meant for slaves to go naked!"

Andy shook his head, "Whew!  That's real old school!
You really believe that?"

Catherford laughed, "Well, it makes no difference what
I believe.  It's just the way things are done down
here in the South.  I like tradition, so I keep my
bucks naked, and that's the way it has always been.  It's just
the Southern way and the way things are supposed to be
done!  It feels good having a field full of slaves,
especially naked slaves.  It gives you a feeling that you
really own them, if you know what I mean.  It gives
you a feeling that you control their lives in every
way.  It's all a part of ownership.  And the pride of
ownership is the sole reason I deal with slaves.  I
mean, I sure could tend these fields a lot more
cheaply by hiring immigrant labor. Having eighteen
prime white buck slaves is a hell of a lot more
expensive than hiring out some migrant workers, but life
isn't just about profit!  It's about enjoying the
finer things of life!"

Andy was proud to be around such an authentic and
distinguished Southern gentleman, "Well, you must be
admired and envied by your neighbors.  Your slaves
look absolutely top notch.  Really prime looking
specimens!  You can hardly tell that they're white
boys, you've got them so deeply and evenly browned."

Catherford looked over the fields appreciatively,
"Getting white boys to turn nice and brown like that
is one of the most satisfying aspects of ownership.
Brown is the proper color for slaves."

Andy nodded in agreement, "Well, you sure know how to
display them nicely.  Not only are they good looking,
handsomely muscled, and in peak condition, but they've
have a real nice color to them.  In fact, at first
sight of them I wasn't even sure if they were white
boys.  How do you get them so nice and evenly
browned all over?"

Catherford was happy to explain, "Keeping them deeply
and evenly tanned is an important part of white buck
husbandry.  That dark, even, tanning all over their
bodies is the only proper way to display white boy
slaves.  No Southern gentleman would ever let a white
slave not get deeply tanned all over.  It's part of
the standard toning regime for white bucks.  But
what's important to me is not just getting their skin
to a nice dark color, but getting them tanned all
over, evenly.  It's the evenness of their browning
that gives them that special look.

Andy was curious, "I've noticed that your bucks don't
seem to have any lighter coloring in between their
legs and on the undersides of their arms.  How do you
get them so evenly tanned?  What is the process?"

"It's a time consuming process, but worth it.  And
you'll get to see the process if you're still here in
an hour.  On most days it is just too hot for slaves
to keep working in the fields between 3 and 5 PM.  So
that's a normal break time for most field slaves here
in Louisiana.  During that time we hang the bucks from
the roasting poles."  Catherford pointed out to the
far left side of his acreage to a large trestle made
of steel, consisting of a framework of crossbars,
cinches, and pulleys.

"The slaves recline on their backs, and then stick up
their feet to the overhead crossbar.  Another slave
comes and cuffs their feet to the bar, and the cuffs
are spread wide so their feet are wide apart.  Each
bar holds four slaves.  Next they're oiled up real
good between the legs, so that all the spots that
normally don't get the sun are covered in tanning oil.
Then the bars are hoisted by the automated pulleys so
that their feet are about eleven foot off the ground.
Then the areas under their arms and the sides of their
bodies are oiled.  As they hang upside down with their
legs spread wide, and their arms dangling downwards,
the tanning on the parts that don't normally get
tanned can take place."

"One of my children usually goes and puts the last
slave on the roasting bar and will hoist it up.  So on most
days in the late afternoon we have all eighteen of my
bucks hanging from five crossbars.  That's the
roasting procedure I use to get that nice even color
folks admire so much."
Andy was in awe, "It is really admirable that you take
such care with your bucks."

"It's the proper way.  Hanging upside down is the only
way I know of to get their underarms, pits, ball bags,
and the undersides of their cocks, an even color.
It's important to maintain the proper color.
It just isn't proper to have boys with white skin
working away out in the fields.  White is the color for
free boys.  And I have no respect whatsoever for those
who do not follow proper Southern style slave
husbandry.  You can drive out along Mobile Lane and
see one farm after another with slaves working in the
fields who are the color of my children and your
daughters.  It's those new slave owners who come here
from the North and think they're enlightened.  It's
just disgusting."

Andy noticed that the slaves stopped their work to use
the drinking hose frequently.  He also noticed that
the slaves kept working as they pissed.  He was
curious, "They drink a lot of water working out in the
hot sun.  I also noticed that they don't stop working when
they have to pee."

Catherford explained, "That would be way too costly to
let them stop work for a piss.  How long does it take
you to take a piss?  About a minute, right?"  Andy
agreed.  "So that's 18 minutes of work duty for one
piss from all 18 of my slaves.  With their heavy water
consumption they're pissing three times an hour.  I
think you can see we'd be talking hours of work time
from the herd over the course of a single day.  But
the slaves don't seem to mind, since they're always
hosing themselves off.

One of the slaves shouted something out to the rest of
the slaves, and the slaves dropped what they were
working on and started to make their way to the
`roasting' trestle.

Gingerbelle stood and shouted to her father, "Dad,
we'll go and hoist Ruben."

Catherford shouted back, "Thanks for taking care of
it, honey!"  He then explained to Andy, "Ruben is my
overseer slave.  He gets all the bucks cuffed, oiled,
trestled, and hung, and then one us has to go and do
the same to him."

The four girls made it to the trestle as Ruben was
hoisting the first bar of four hanging slaves up.
Many of the slaves standing around waiting to be
barred and hung got erections as they eyed the
attractive, young girls.  Ruben erected also.
Andy noticed, "Damn, look at the horn on that overseer
of yours!"

Catherford smiled, "Yeah, it's a beauty, isn't it?"

Many of the slaves exchanged pleasant greetings with
Gingerbelle and Luanne, and Catherford's daughters
introduced Darlene and Connie to the slaves.

Andy, noticing the rampant erections of the slaves in
the presence of the girls, and then commented, "Those slaves
sure aren't shy!"

Catherford laughed, "It's only natural.  I don't allow
the bucks to jack off while they are on duty,
especially when they're on display in the fields."

After Gingerbelle got Ruben cuffed, spread, oiled,
trestled, and then hung, she instructed the girls
to stand away from the trestle, since when the bucks
pee hanging upside down, it could hit them. The girls
moved about fifteen feet away from the eighteen
trestled bucks and stood around chatting as they
sipped their ices in the afternoon sun.

As Catherford watched the girls chatting out in the
field as they eyed the hanging bucks, he toasted his
pal, Andy, "What a beautiful day.  This is what it's
all about.  Enjoying the finer things of life with an
old friend!"


THE END

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