Date: Wed, 20 May 2015 09:12:12 +0000 (UTC)
From: Christian Debus <servus4u@ymail.com>
Subject: "Master of River's Bend"  Chapter 12 Gay Male/Interracial

Master of River's Bend
 Chapter 12
"Ramses finds Favor with his New Master"

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

Written by Jean-Christophe May, 2015

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Chapter 12:

Immutef's examination of Ramses is thorough although he's finding it
difficult to keep his mind on the task at hand. Uppermost in his thoughts
is the intensity of the fucking he'd just experienced. Since his
enslavement, it could be said he's become a `devotee' of Black cock and he
can't get enough of it. Until now, the overseer, Boss Edward has been the
main focus of his lust but Immutef has to concede that the young Black
Superior, Sir Yancy surpasses even Boss Edward. But such thoughts are
dangerous and must be kept to himself. Boss Edward would have every reason
to be angry if Immutef, in any way, unwittingly compared one Black man's
sexual performance against that of another. No, Immutef must keep his
thoughts to himself and hope that at some future time Sir Yancy decides to
once again use him as vigorously as had just happened.

Immutef focuses his attention on the new slave, Ramses. The slave is young
and, as yet, he hasn't reached the peak of his physical maturity. But
despite this, the slave does carry the promise of better things to
come. Obviously, he has lead the pampered life of a spoiled, white
slave-owner's son and the evidence of this shows in the soft muscle tissue
of his torso, Nevertheless, the building blocks of a powerful physique are
in place. The boy has wide shoulders and a broad chest dusted with a soft
golden down which perfectly matches that on his head, arms and legs. The
pectorals are clearly defined and each is adorned by a coin-sized nipple
that spring to needlepoint sharpness as Immutef tests their responsiveness
by pinching and teasing them.

Immutef's index finger slowly marks out the line of darker hair that
bisects the slave's belly and probes the deep indent of his prominent
navel. Immutef notices that the navel is well formed and non-protruding
unlike so many others he'd examined over the years practicing
medicine. Obviously, the midwife or doctor who'd been present at the
slave's birth had taken care with the severing of the umbilical cord and
the slave has been blessed with a most attractive belly-button. As his
finger prods at the burgeoning abdominal muscles, an almost imperceptive
shudder ripples through Ramses and Immutef notes, with satisfaction, the
incipient erection his ministrations are causing.

Despite his age and lack of physical development, the slave is well-endowed
for a white boy. His thick, meaty, uncircumcised cock nestles in a dense
bush of darkish blond hair and his heavy, pendulous balls hang lopsidedly
between his thighs. As Immutef's fingers entwine in the coarse, wiry pubes,
he knows that soon the slave will lose this obviously potent sign of his
manhood along with the hair on the rest of his body. Certainly, he is at
odds when compared with his fellow slaves gathered on the verandah with
their smooth, glabrous bodies. Immutef knows that Massa Charles can't abide
a house whitey with body hair.

Immutef takes the slave's balls into a cupped hand to gauge their size and
weight while his other hand goads the semi-erect cock into a partial
erection. He enjoys the feeling of the blood heated cock swelling within
the close confines of his encircling fist and squeezes hard causing Ramses
to wince. He watches as the shy glans slowly emerges from its protecting
foreskin and he wipes away the first, pearl-like bead of ejaculate from the
opened piss-slit and uses it to lubricate the hard shaft of the cock as a
prelude to masturbation.

As Ramses feels the gentle, yet persistent manipulation of his cock, he
responds magnificently. Within seconds, his cock is ramrod hard and pokes
out at an elevated angle from his wildly fluttering belly. Immutef is
relentless and his efforts bring Ram to the point of ejaculation. The vet
is so immersed in the pleasure of masturbating Massa's latest acquisition
that he loses sight of the true reason he is present; to evaluate the new
slave's body and health and not to derive personal pleasure from the
encounter.

His actions anger Massa Charles who flails the vet's back and shoulders
with his short, leather rider's quirt. Startled by the savagery of Massa's
onslaught, Immutef cries out in pain as his master reprimands him.

"Leave the slave's cock alone, damn you!" You're here to appraise him and
not to pleasure him. That's a task for either Sir Yancy or me. And hurry it
up! I need to get back into the fields."

Crestfallen, Immutef falls to his knees, crawls to where Massa is standing
and kisses his feet in submission. Then, he begs Massa Charles'
forgiveness.

"Forgive me, Massa. I forgot myself, Massa. I am sorry, Massa."

Charles' anger is short-lived; nevertheless he is anxious to be out on his
inspection of the slaves' working in the fields and to have Yancy accompany
him. Therefore, he calls a halt to Ramses' inspection and issues an order
to the slave, Horus.

"You boy! Run to the stables and tell the head stableman to harness a pony
to a trap for Sir Yancy's use and be quick about it. You are to wait while
he does so and then to lead the pony and trap back here and tether it to
the hitching rail alongside Pegasus. I'll be timing how long it takes you
and if I think you have been too slow in carrying out my order, your ass
will pay a sorry penalty for your tardiness."

Horus breaks from position and bounds down the steps and quickly runs the
few hundred yards to the distant stables. Naturally, Massa's threat spurs
him to run as quickly as he can.

"What's your assessment of my new acquisition?" Charles abruptly demands of
Immutef. "And remember, I want an honest answer, boy!"

"The new slave shows much promise, Massa." Immutef answers honestly. "But
his body does suggest that he has led an easy life. The muscle tissue is
soft and there's just a hint of belly flab which possibly reflects his
diet. But the foundations are solid and can be built on by hard work."

"That's as I thought!" Charles answers curtly. "What would you suggest?"

"Massa, can I ask what plans you have for him? How is he to be used by
you?"

"Yes, you can! My intention is to use him as a slave in my household
alongside Ptolemy. But I want his appearance improved so that he is
pleasing to the eye. And like Ptolemy, he is to be permanently naked and I
want his body honed so that his musculature shows to perfection. It seems
to me that house-duties alone won't achieve that end. Am I correct in
thinking that?"

"Yes Massa, you're right! He really needs a regimen of hard work to build
up his body strength and to tone his physique to match that of your other
slaves. House-duties alone won't achieve that. He needs to perform some
type of hard, physical labor to give you the results you're looking for."

"What would you suggest?"

"Massa! Ideally, field-work in a slave-gang would give you the quickest
results, Massa."

"No doubt! But that's not possible. I don't want his appearance marred by
the whip and realistically, I can't ask my overseers to hold back in the
use of their whips with him. That would send the wrong message to the other
slaves. I have two possibilities in mind."

"Yes, Massa! Can I ask what they are?"

"Indeed, you can! The first is to work him in the gardens alongside Horus
and Osiris during the day and to use him indoors of an evening. Have you
any thoughts on that?"

"That would have the desired effect of honing his body and working outdoors
would give him a uniform body color, Massa."

"Yes, I'd thought of that too. The second idea was suggested to me by Sir
Yancy and that is to use him as a cart pony. What are your thoughts about
that?"

"Well, Massa, he has the correct build for carriage work. He's tall with
wide shoulders, a broad chest and with a slim waist. Also he has long legs
which are essential for pony work. And his ass is that of a pony too. It's
shapely, muscular and not overly large. Can I examine his legs more
closely, Massa?"

"If you must!" Charles' replies impatiently. "But don't linger too long
over your assessment of them and leave his cock and balls alone. Remember
that you're appraising him for running and not pleasuring him."

Immutef kneels before Ram and starting at the top, he expertly runs his
hands down over his legs to the feet. As he does so, he gauges the
different muscle groups for any weaknesses and, finding none, he then
examines the soles of his feet which he decides are "soft". Then, as he
stands, he orders Ramses to "run on the spot".

Obviously, Immutef's intention is to have Ramses simulate running and to
gauge the muscular interplay of his body as he does so. Then, Immutef
receives assistance from an unexpected quarter.

Sir Yancy steps forward and swipes a cane across the young slave's already
striped buttocks.

"Run faster!" Yancy orders impatiently. "Pick it up!"

Ramses is taken by surprise and yelps at the unexpectedness of his former
slave's actions. Nevertheless, he does as he is told and quickens the pace
of his running on the spot. He feels apprehension at the suggestion he
might be used as a pony – a suggestion first made by Sir Yancy to Massa
Charles in the dining-room. For Ram, there is a sense of humiliation at the
thought of being used as a "cart-pony". Such a menial task would reduce him
to the status of a mere beast-of-burden. But then, isn't that true of all
of the naked slaves at River's Bend. From what little he'd seen so far,
they are relentlessly driven by the whips of their Black overseers and they
are more akin to teams of plodding plow-oxen than men. Stripped of their
humanity, they have been reduced by Massa Charles' need for revenge to the
lowest level of a tamed, bovine existence.

That men can be used as ponies by other men in such a degrading manner is
alien to Ramses' thinking. Or is it?

Long ago, Ramses had read of such a practice in the Far East where the
wealthy were transported in light-framed carts called rickshaws powered by
peasants running between the shafts. Of course, he'd never seen such a
contraption; that is until today when he was transported from the wharf to
Massa's home in a similar conveyance drawn by the young slave, Kip.

At first, as he settled into the seat alongside Ptolemy, he'd been
uncomfortable; that is until Ptolemy ordered Kip to "walk on" and applied
the light driver's whip to the slave's buttocks to get him started. The
sudden appearance of the whip's stripe showing red against the brown of
Kip's ass had strangely affected Ramses. And the unexpectedness of seeing
Kip's positive response to his driver's whip had served as another erotic
awakening for Ram.

As Ramses – or Luke as he was at that time - settled back into his seat,
he'd watched the pony's display of raw muscle power as he ran in front of
him. It was obvious to Ramses that the light-framed cart was made heavy by
its two passengers and difficult to pull. Ramses rightly surmised the pony
would need all his physical strength to keep the cart moving forward.

"Hup! Hup! Hup!"

Ptolemy had urged Kip to increase his speed and once more applied the whip
– this time to his shoulders. Kip's response had been immediate and he
quickened his pace to a fast trot.

Ramses was rewarded with the sight of the muscles in Kip's powerful back
rippling under the sheen of his labor induced perspiration and the flexing
of his long, powerful legs as he ran. The pony's sweat-sodden balls swung
low and heavy between his thighs and were on prominent display. The
gleaming orbs of Kip's pert ass rippled and flexed in time with his running
and to Ramses salacious delight, he'd even caught an occasional glimpse of
the pony's pink anus winking beguilingly from the exertion of his labors.

And for the first time since he'd stepped ashore, Ramses felt his cock
stiffening in response to the erotic spectacle of Kip's body laboring under
its awful stress. Now, there is the very real possibility that he too could
be placed between the shafts of a similar cart and driven by his former
slave, Nestor.

The thought of this both horrifies and excites Ramses. Naturally, he doubts
his ability to pull a cart for any distance – unfit and untrained, he
knows even the shortest run would test his physical limits – and he is
fearful of the driver's whip. Instinctively, he knows that Sir Yancy won't
hold back in its use and this terrifies him. And then, perhaps as a
foretaste of things to come, Sir Yancy delivers a stinging cut of the cane
across the back of Ram's thighs and orders him to.

"Run faster! And lift those legs higher!"

Ram's cry of pain startles the birds in the nearby, venerable, oak trees
into silence. Like Kip, Ram's response is spontaneous; he quickens the pace
of his running and at the same time raises his feet higher from the
floor. His breathing quickens from his exertions and his chest rises and
falls as he greedily gulps air into his oxygen starved lungs. All too soon
his legs ache and he is sweating copiously. As his arteries throb and salty
sweat stings his eyes, rivulets of perspiration meander down over his torso
matting the hair on his heaving chest and belly and darkening his pubes
before dripping onto the floor and dampening the tiles beneath him. All too
soon, Ram is convinced he is at the point of collapse but Sir Yancy's cane
encourages him to think otherwise.

Massa Charles leans forward in his chair to watch as Immutef slowly circles
Ramses gauging his strength and endurance. So far, he is impressed by his
newest acquisition. The slave, Ramses shows great potential even if it is
necessary to improve upon his current level of fitness. The boy is young
and shows promise much as Ptolemy had done all those years ago. In reality,
the resemblance between Ptolemy and Ramses is uncanny; they could easily be
taken for father and son slaves. And thinking about fathers, Charles mind
turns to Ramses father, Robert Trevannion another hated member of the St
Jean family.

It is many years since Charles had last seen Robert Trevannion; in fact not
since they were teenagers and he'd still been the slave with the rather
grandiose but demeaning name, Zeus given to him at birth by Ptolemy's
father, Pierre St Jean. Robert, as a child, was a frequent visitor to
River's Bend and Charles remembers him as incredibly indulged and spoiled
by his mother, the former Henriette St Jean. Bitterly, Charles recalls
those visits when he'd been made to serve the young visitor and submit to
the "young, Massa Robert's" every whim.

Fortuitously for Charles, these visits became less frequent when Robert was
sent away to France to be educated. Robert's last visit to River's Bend had
taken place when Robert was seventeen and Charles has reason to remember
that visit with bitterness. Robert had complained to his Uncle Pierre that
his slave, Zeus had been rebellious towards him and not shown him the
respect which was his due as a member of the exalted St Jean family. In
truth, Charles was guilty as charged; in an unguarded moment he'd allowed
his ingrained dislike of Robert to show and he'd omitted to address him as
"Massa Robert" while muttering an obscenity under his breath.

For a lesser slave, this would have incurred a trip to the whipping post
and a flogging with a cruel, leather bullwhip. But Zeus was too valuable a
slave to risk permanent scarring from the whip and instead, he'd been taken
to the barn, stripped naked, suspended by the heels from the rafters and
ass-paddled. He still recalls, with bitterness, the suffering of that
terrible event made even worse by Robert Trevannion's smirking as he cried
out in pain whenever the paddle found its mark on his bruised and battered
ass and which added another layer to his enduring hatred of the St Jean
family.

He'd put the memory of that to the back of his mind and out of his shame,
he never spoke of it to anyone. But it was to serve as a catalyst for his
future treatment of the hated St Jean family and what now brings it to mind
was the admission from Yancy that he too had been ass-paddled by the same
Robert Trevannion. Such treatment calls for vengeance and Ramses is to be
the sacrificial lamb on the altar of retribution who'll pay the penalty for
his father's treatment of both Zeus and Nestor. He'd planned on having Ram
ass-paddled later this afternoon but on reflection, he'll wait until after
he has exercised his ownership rights over his new slave and fucked
him. His new slave's curvaceous ass is too perfect and too beautiful to be
bruised by the cruel paddle and reddened by the raw pimentade before he
loses his virginity.

Today, Charles' mind conjures up images of having a naked and enslaved
Robert Trevannion kneeling before him and kissing his feet in homage. The
thought of having Robert Trevannion working at River's Bend as a common
field-slave is one that had occasionally crossed his mind over the years
but he'd always dismissed it as just another fanciful dream. However, now
that he has enslaved Robert's son, he dares dream of the seemingly
impossible task of also enslaving Robert Trevannion. The thought of owning
the three surviving male, St Jean heirs as his slaves is one that excites
him.

Logistically, it does seem an insurmountable task but perhaps, not an
impossible one. Charles decides to discuss this matter with Saggory
Clutterbuck when he visits in a week or two. He, of all people, would
surely know if it's possible to make Robert Trevannion "disappear" and
spirit him away to River's Bend much as he'd done with Dr Patrick Delaney.

Already his mind is racing ahead of him. Should Charles manage to enslave
Robert Trevannion, he'll name him after Seti, the Pharaoh who'd fathered
Ramses.

But for now he calls a halt to his reverie and to Ramses' inspection. He is
anxious to show his newly intended protégé, Yancy around River's Bend
and introduce him the plantation's operations.

As Ramses ceases running on the spot, his legs feel like jelly and he is on
the verge of collapse. His chest rises and falls and his stomach is
billowing wildly from his unaccustomed exertions. The veins and arteries at
the side of his neck stand out in sharp relief and the sweat continues to
bead on his skin. As Ram stands panting and gasping, Immutef places his
hands on his chest testing the health of his heart and lungs. Then, he
places two fingers on a throbbing artery in Ram's neck and checks for his
pulse. Silently, he counts the heart-beats and is pleased with the new
slave's overall fitness.

"Well, what's your verdict, boy?" Charles asks imperiously.

"Massa, your new slave is in excellent condition." Immutef's assessment of
Ram is enthusiastic. "His heart and lungs are in good shape and with the
proper exercise his musculature and body strength will improve
tenfold. Overall, he is a prime specimen. Massa, you have acquired well."

"Good, I am pleased to hear it. Now, what am I to do with him? Send him to
work in my gardens? Or to use him temporarily as a cart pony as suggested
by Sir Yancy? What's your recommendation?"

"Massa, as I said earlier, either would have the desired effect. The only
caveat I place on using him as a cart-pony is that you'd need to start
slowly and ease him into the task. He's unused to hard physical labor and
if used unwisely by running him too hard over long distances too soon there
is the risk of injuring him."

"I take you point, boy! And I will think on this overnight." Charles
recognizes the wisdom of Immutef's words; after all he doesn't wish to
damage his new property. "Perhaps it's something we could discuss over
dinner, Yancy?"

"All right, Charles."

There's a hint of disappointment in Yancy's reply. He'd really hoped that
Charles would agree to him using his former master as a pony. Perhaps,
that's still that possibility. He hopes so.

"You may return to your other duties, slave!"  Charles matter-of-factly
dismisses Immutef.

"Yes Massa! Thank you, Massa!"

In response to his summary dismissal, Immutef falls to his knees and crawls
forward to kiss his Master's feet before crawling to Sir Yancy and
repeating his actions.

"Stand up, boy! Be off with you and be quick about it or I'll strap your
ass for your tardiness."

There's an ominous threat in Charles' final dismissal which isn't lost on
Immutef who quickly turns and runs down the driveway to report to Boss
Edward in a distant field. Immutef knows that Boss Edward will be growing
impatient at his absence. It's a long established custom that Immutef
report to Boss Edward – wherever he is working – in the early
afternoon to provide him with sexual relief. As he lopes along, Immutef
wonders what demands Boss Edward will make of him. He'd just been
vigorously fucked by Massa's young guest and he still experiences the
phantom feel of Sir Yancy's cock thrusting deep into his ass. Perhaps, he
is to be fucked for a second time if that is Boss Edward's wish. Immutef
smiles at the prospect. After all, as a white slave, he can't get enough
black cock to satisfy his insatiable needs.

Ramses' eyes follow Immutef as he recedes into the distance and he notices
that Horus has returned with the pony cart and is tethering it alongside
Pegasus under the oak tree. He quickly scrutinizes the muscular slave
standing between the shafts. The boy is, of course, white but his skin has
been darkened by exposure to the sun and his cropped hair is a lustrous
black which matches the down on his limbs, chest and belly. Unlike the
house-slaves, the young slave retains his body hair and later, Ram will
learn the field-slaves aren't body shaved. The slaves are too numerous and
too much time would be spent in doing so. Anyway, Massa Charles considers
them as merely work animals and their labor is too valuable a resource to
be wasted by such an unnecessary exercise as regular shaving of their
bodies.

"Well Yancy. I think we have just about finished here and if you are
agreeable I'd like you to accompany me as I make my afternoon inspection
rounds. It's a pity you don't ride a horse and that's something we'll soon
rectify. My slaves are used to seeing their black Master and his overseers
mounted on horses and regard it is a sign of our authority over them. But
until you do learn to ride, you'll have to use a pony-cart. I can't have
you walking around on foot, can I? That would be undignified and my slaves
would think it strange."

"Thank you, Charles. I look forward to learning to ride a horse. I've
always envied the white men who do so. Of course, my master forbids his
slaves ever to mount a horse. But we could serve as drivers of his
carriages to take the family visiting or to church on Sundays. I sometimes
served as footman on my master's landau and I was made to wear silk and
velvet livery. It was demeaning and made me feel I was on display like the
horses in their fancy harness. I guess that's why I'd like to have Ramses
between the shafts and use him as a naked pony."

"Well Yancy, we will discuss that later. In the meantime, Horus has fetched
a pony and cart for you to use."

"Thank you, Charles. I hope I can handle the slave satisfactorily."

 "Don't worry, Yancy! You'll do just fine. You'll have no trouble driving
the cart. All you do is tell the pony what you want and then to apply the
whip when necessary to see that he obeys your instructions. It's as simple
as that."

"Are there other instructions I must give, Charles?"

"There are Yancy but they are simple instructions like ..." Turning to
Horus, Charles asks him. "Does the pony have a name, boy?"

"Yes Massa!" Horus replies. "He is called Clem, Massa."

"Yancy, in that case all you need to say is `walk on Clem or simply boy'
and follow it up with a cut of your driver's whip across his ass. After
that, it's just the normal commands one would give to a four-legged horse."

"I have that, Charles. It all sounds very simple."

"It is, Yancy. Now let me give my final commands to Ptolemy before we take
our leave."

Ptolemy steps forward and stands silently before his master to receive his
instructions for the afternoon.

"Ptolemy, your first task is to prepare Ram for his new duties. You will
crop his scalp and remove all his body hair from the neck down. And pay
particular attention to his armpits and ass-crack; you know I can't abide
hair in those places. I will be inspecting him when Sir Yancy and I return
and woe betide you if even one stray hair remains on his body. You'll be
severely punished. Do you understand, boy?"

"Yes, Massa!" Ptolemy answers. "And then what, Massa?"

"After that, you are to instruct him in the rules of my household. I
require that he serve at table in the dining-room this evening and after
dinner in the drawing-room. You are to instruct him what that entails."

"Yes Massa. I will do as you say, Massa."

"Oh and one other thing. You and Ram are to unpack Sir Yancy's valises and
trunks and hang his clothing in the armoire in his bed-chamber. And take
care of how you handle them. You'll treat them as though they are my
own. And after that, you are to place bathtubs in both Sir Yancy's and my
bedrooms and ensure there is sufficient hot water for us to bathe when we
return. Obviously, we will want to wash away the grime of the fields and
dress before we dine."

"Yes Massa! Is that all Massa?"

"For now, boy!"

Ptolemy falls to his knees and crawls to Massa Charles feet and kisses them
in homage. Then he crawls to Sir Yancy and does the same. He is followed in
quick procession by Horus, Osiris and the young fan-bearer, Zephaniah. Ram
decides this is obviously expected of him too and he falls to his knees and
crawls forward to pay his respects. As he does so, he feels the full
subjugation of slavery. And yet, as he kisses his former slave's dusty,
unshod feet, Ram recognizes this is where he belongs; crouching abjectly at
the feet of his Black Masters.

It seems an eternity since he stepped ashore from the riverboat with the
possible intention of claiming River Bend as his inheritance. Instead,
River Bend has claimed him body and soul and he is to remain at the
plantation as a Black man's slave. Well, at least, temporarily; if he ever
wearies of the role he is free to return home taking his slave, Nestor with
him. He has Massa Charles' words to that effect!



To be continued . . . . . .