Date: Thu, 7 Feb 2013 09:45:03 +0100
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Subject: Plantation Temptation Part 4

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Plantation Temptation Part 4


 "You mustn't put any weight on your leg for two months." Eric instructed
Raphael. "We'll have the carpenter make you crutches. No weight,
whatsoever. Do you understand? Otherwise everything will go wrong. If you
obey, you'll be perfect again. Understood?"

"Yes, Master." Raphael grinned.

"And no work. None, until the cast comes off."

"Yes, Master."

Raphael went everywhere on his make-shift crutches, helped in the kitchen
pealing fruit and potatoes, everything he could do sitting down until a
week later Eric saw him from the library window on one crutch carrying a
bucket with his free hand. He ran outside. "I told you no work, Raffy. What
are you doing?"

"Sorry, Master. Tom made me. He said I been siting around long enough."

"Who's Tom? Where's Dongo?"

"My father, Master. He make me do the house work now. Dongo in the barn,
Master."

"Find this Tom." Eric told Dongo. "Raphael's father, and tie him to the
whipping post."

"Eric? What are you doing?" They were alone in the barn.

"He's been making Raffy work. I said no work for that boy or he'll end up a
cripple."

"You don't whip someone for that, Master."

"Do as I say." Eric yelled.  By the time Tom was tied to the post everyone
within shouting distance had gathered, frightened. They all had seen the
drunken Jackson whip Dongo. He'd whipped him until he was too tired to whip
anymore trying to get the nigger to cry out, but Dongo stood motionless and
silent the whole time.

Now Tom whimpered into the post, "Please, Master. I never disobey you
again. I swear to god I won't. Please, Master." He cried.

Eric handed the whip to Dongo, a hard braided leather handle with a tassel
of long leather strips at the end. "Strike him." Eric commanded. Dongo
looked hard at Eric, a look that begged for mercy, a look that told him he
would ruin his life here forever. Eric hissed like a hurricane, loud and
clear, "Strike him!" The whip slashed over Tom's back. Tom moaned into the
post, "Oh, shit." Dongo raised his arm again and the crack of another lash
was heard.

Eric looked at the crowd, mostly men. "Stop. That's enough." He said
feeling himself about to vomit but strangely aroused. He looked at the
crowd; a few men had erections, then walked over to face Tom. "That was
nothing compared to the pain your son endured for forty minutes on the
bumpy ride to town with a broken leg. If you ever disobey me again I will
sell you, and god knows where you will end up." Eric looked
around. Everyone stood in absolute silence. "Take him down and put some
aloe and oil on his back." Eric went to the side of the barn overlooking
the river and clenched his jaw, but still the tears flowed.

After a few moments he heard, "Master?" It was Tom behind him. Eric shook
his head and waved him off, but Tom came around. When he saw tears in
Eric's eyes he fell to his knees and embraced them. "Please,
Master. Forgive me. I never will disobey you again. Never ever. I swear
it."

Eric wiped his eyes. "Get up." When Tom held his knees he repeated, "Get
up. Don't kneel in front of me. Get up." When Tom rose Eric continued, "I
broke my leg once too. If you give him time to heal properly he'll be as
good as new, otherwise he'll limp all his life. Do you want that for him?
He's a beautiful, strong boy. Don't cripple him."

Tom stared at the ground between them. "I do everything I can, Master, to
help him for as long as you say so. I promise I do everything you say."

Dongo now stepped next to Eric and put his arm over his master's
shoulder. When Eric looked up Dongo saw the tears in his eyes, took a rag
from his back pocket and wiped the wet face. "Everybody's settling down
now, Master, --"

"Don't call me master."

Dongo pulled him close and kissed the top of his head. "Don't cry,
Puppy. Everybody's happy now." Tom looked at the two wide-eyed, so Dongo
continued, "That's right, Tommy. Eric here is my little man, just like I'm
his, and don't you go blabbing it around, or I'll give you a licking you'll
never forget."

"No, Sir, Mr. Dongo."

Now Raffy came hopping up on his crutches. "Don't be mad at Tom, Master
Sir. It didn't hurt much. He didn't mean nothing."

"You will stay in the big house, Raffy, helping Rena with sit down work in
the kitchen and wherever else she needs you. We can set a bed up in the
hall until you are well. Tell Bird or Mobu to bring your things to the
house."

In the hut that Raffy shared with his family and another, the ten year old
boy, Sammy, who slept in the same bed cried, "But Raffy, I'll miss
you. Please don't go up to the big house."

"I got to, Sammy. The master says so. You can help me bring my stuff up."
By the time they got to the house Sammy was in tears. Sammy plunged one
foot, then the other in the bucket of water next to the door, wiped them
off with the towel and then cleaned Raffy's one foot. Then they entered the
house.

"What's wrong? Eric asked coming out of the library into the hall when he
heard the boys. He had changed into a light silk shirt tied at the neck and
thin linen pants, and had taken to wearing no underwear like the negroes on
the estate. His cock pushed enticingly against the linen trousers.

"Sammy's going to miss me." Raffy whispered. "We sleep in the same bed, and
he's my little buddy."

The word intrigued Eric. What did he mean by buddy? "Sit down and rest
yourself, Raffy," Eric then approached the two. He studied the young boy
leaning against the stairs next to the bench. Almost black eyes made Sam
look mysterious. He tried to smile, his face open and innocent, but his
sadness was too intense. He had a well developed torso for such a young
thing. Eric pulled up the shirt, and Sam removed it.

Nice, firm nipples. When Eric rubbed them Sam smiled. "Turn around, Sammy."
When Sammy did Eric ran his hands over the young bubble ass. "Nice," he
said when Raffy grinned. Then he reached around and pulled at the string
that held the boy's pants up. Sammy immediately let them fall to the
floor. Stark naked the boy would be almost as beautiful as Raphael one day,
Eric thought.

Eric spat into his hand and ran three fingers into the boy's hairless
crack. Sammy at once reached behind and pulled his cheeks apart. "Does
Raphael fuck his little Sammy in bed sometimes?"  The boy nodded
shyly. "And does Sammy like it?" When the boy nodded vigorously Eric poked
a finger into the youngster's tight anus. Sammy gyrated on it and began to
pant as Eric fingered his hole. "Turn around, Sammy."

When the boy did Eric first saw a huge grin on his face, and then the thick
eight inch organ at almost full erection. He smiled. "And does Raphael like
sucking your pretty cock?" When Sammy nodded again Eric said, "Well let him
do it, then." Sam turned to Raphael who took the beautiful brown organ into
his mouth, grabbed the round ass cheeks, jiggled them softly and then
pulled Sammy right down his throat. Sam held his head and pumped a few
times before letting Raffy up for air.

As the boys did this Eric unbuttoned his trousers and let out the huge
white snake. Both Raphael and Samuel stared in amazement. "I ain't never
seen a white one that big ever, and not many black ones either." Raffy
said. "Except Dongo." He then took the gigantic white organ into his mouth
and sucked it with total devotion. As he did Eric bent Sam over and three
finger fucked the nice boy ass.

"Let's go into the library boys." Eric said, thinking of his uncle's prayer
stool. Sammy picked up his pants and followed naked into the large wood
paneled room. Raffy hopped on his crutches, his pants tenting out in front
of him. Once in the library Eric stripped off his pants. Sammy took them
and laid them over the desk as Eric sat on the leather couch and looked at
Raffy standing on one leg. "There isn't going to be much for you except for
sitting or lying on your back with your legs up in the air."

Raffy grinned. "That's sort of almost everything, Master. And I can kneel
down. The plaster doesn't start until after my knee." Raffy got between his
master's legs and sucked the thickening shaft.

"Call me Massa in here, OK?"

"Yes, Massa."

"Can I do that too, Massa?" Sammy pleaded as he watched Raphael throat the
huge white beauty.

"Of course, little one. Come here." He spread his thighs wider and the two
boys worked in tandem on the huge white shaft.

Suddenly the door opened. "Puppy --." Dongo saw the boys working on Eric
and continued, "Oh. Sorry, Master." He backed up to leave the room.

"Come in, my beautiful nigger." Eric smiled.

"You look pretty busy, Master."

"Get in here right now, you big nigger and take off those clothes. I didn't
have those fine trousers made for you so you could wear them all the
time. Besides, I was just getting to know the boys a little better. I think
we should put them in the front room upstairs until Raphael is completely
healed. Come now and let me see my African king's beautiful organ."

Dongo unbuttoned his pants, stripped off his shirt and walked naked toward
the group like a giant god. "Up here." Eric patted the couch. Dongo placed
a foot on either side of him, leaned over him to steady himself on the
couch's back. As be squatted over his master Eric said, "Look, my little
ones, like ripe fruit hanging above our heads." He swayed the huge brown
testicles with his hand and then sucked the giant cock head into his
mouth. Raffy strained up to the testicles but could not reach them on his
knees. As he struggled to his feet Eric said, No, boy. Stay where you
are. Sammy, get up and lick my Dongo's balls." Sam stood and slurped one
giant orb into his mouth, clamped down with his teeth and pulled the ball
sack. Then he released it and took the other.

"Yeah," Dongo said. "Stretch my sack, boy. Yeah. Un, huh. Now open my ass
with your tongue." Sam worked on Dongo's ass until Dongo squirmed and
groaned. "Now get the oil from the bookshelf and grease my ass and the
master's pole." Once Sam had done as he was told Dongo lowered himself
until he felt Eric's glans, held in place by Sam's small hands, touch his
anus. "Oh, baby, baby," he whispered into Eric's ear. "You make your Dongo
so happy as a sucking baby."

Eric could feel what Raffy and Sam could see. The exquisite muscular ass
descended proudly toward its prize. The beige anus swelled like a succulent
mouth opening. Its pink interior opened, hungry for meat, and the anal lips
slowly spread over the pink head of Eric's thick cock, caressing the meaty
glans in a soft, gentle kiss. Up and down Dongo's ass lips played over the
smooth white head; stroking, nuzzling, embracing with his anus the tip of
the shaft he desired. This once proud and self-satisfied African king had
found in a new world a new pleasure, a strong magic that he needed more
than anything he ever imagined in his old world. He lived now to please his
new master, the white cock of the man who owned him. He knew he would
please this organ as long as he could. His own anus had begun to crave
it. In his dreams he worshipped it like his African totems.

When he looked down at Eric, his master pulled his mouth to him. As their
tongues danced together Dongo slid the eleven inch shaft deep into his
body, letting out a sigh of such delight that Eric jabbed up into him. "My
magnificent king," he whispered, "has finally found a spear that suits
him."

Dongo raised himself half off the impaling shaft and squeezed it
tenderly. "Master, I would die for you now. Even if you freed me you would
be my master forever."

"Then let's do that." Eric said enigmatically. "Roll us onto the rug."
Dongo clamped Eric to him and slid off the couch. On his back on the thick
sheep skin, his legs in the air and his master deep in his ass he pulled
his head from side to side. "You, Sammy, get between us and suck
Dongo. Raffy, get your face in my ass." The boys worked on the men as Eric
slow fucked his big slave who groaned and rotated over the pleasure rod
pumping him with passion.

"Oh, Massa, you do make your Dongo happy." The big nigger grinned. Eric
jabbed long and hard, and Dongo groaned louder with every thrust. "You
never going to hurt your nigga, Baby. Gimme all the horse power you got. I
been bred for generations to be ass poked. Oh, yes, I like you digging me
as deep as you can. Do me good, white boy."

Eric thrust deep into the hard muscled ass. The hole widened open and
pulled, like a mouth sucking on him. He curled down over Sam's head, whose
mouth was clamped on Dongo's giant rod, and kissed his king. "You're going
to make me want you forever, you big, black beauty."

"I hope so, Master, with all my ass and soul. Don't ever leave me, Puppy or
my ass die of loneliness and me with it." Then he closed his eyes and laid
his head back as Eric pumped him long and deep. "Go slow there, Sammy, or
you going to get me shooting like a fire hose."

Sam held just the giant ripe glans in his mouth as Eric steadied himself on
one hand and pulled at an ass cheek. "Get you dick in their, Raffy," he
commanded.

"Master, Sir!" Raffy was shocked.

"Aren't you hard, Boy? Sucking my ass?"

"Oh, yes, Master. I'm dripping good and rich."

"Then oil my ass up and fuck me, Boy."

"Yes, Sir, Master Sir!" Raffy oiled his thick eight incher and touched it
to Eric's pink pucker. "Oh, Master," he panted. "Is this OK?"

"It will be as soon as you get that sweet piece of black meat into me."
Raffy pushed slowly into his master's waiting ass. When he felt it relax he
slid right in to the bone. "That a boy. Now just hold it there and let me
do the pumping." Eric slid back and forth, driving into his beautiful
Dongo, and then sliding back out onto the hard, dripping, and ready to
explode young chocolate rod up his ass.

"Oh, Master, I can't last long. You so sweet and tight." Raffy held Eric's
hips and rode back and forth with him until he felt Eric ready to shoot,
then he said, "Oh, yeah, Master. Let's go riding. Shoot that ass full of
white seed like I going to do you with nigga juice." They worked on
opposite thrusts now, each plowing the ass they owned as hard and deep as
they could. "Oh, shit, Master. Here I go. Shiiiiiiittt." Raffy rapid-fired
Eric's ass and then held him tight before slow pumping him full of cum.

As the slave exploded in him Eric thrust so hard he pushed Dongo across the
rug, then held him and followed Raffy's slow pumping, filling Dongos ass
full of sticky white cream. Over and over the two pumped the pulsing asses,
satisfying the holes with cock meat. Dongo then took his hand and stroked
his shaft. In a half minute he filled little Sammy's mouth with a
flood. The boy gulped and gulped, squeezed and milked and milked until no
more nectar came out of the giant black monster.

"Come here, Sammy." Raffy said and took Sam's cock between his lips. "May
I, Master?" He asked.

"Do it." Eric panted, working his king's ass as Raffy sucked on Sam. Sam
shot off in a second, and Dongo said, "Bring some of that load to me, Boy,
when the little one's done. Want to see what he's got."

Raffy saved as much of the load he could, slipped out of Eric's ass and
deposited it into Dongo's mouth. Dongo then kissed Eric, and they shared
the hot young sperm between them.

"You just can't get enough, can you, Dongo?" Eric licked the sticky
succulent lips of his prize nigger.

"Oh, Master," Dongo squirmed on the white shaft up his ass. "I was raised
on man juice and mother's milk, taking all the biggest cocks and full,
juiced up balls in the villages to make me strong and fit to be king. But I
never did like it so much as now. You make me feel like I could conquer the
world."

"Well, now you're going to conquer me. Tomorrow, after going into town,
you're going to conquer me with that prize cock of yours."

"We do our best, Puppy, but ain't no sense in hurting your fine white ass."
Dongo pushed Eric out on him and laid him on the rug next to himself. Eric
laid with his legs in the air like Dongo, and the two boys went to work
cleaning the two assholes that had just been creamed.

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