Date: Thu, 10 Jun 2004 22:46:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Lance Kyle <lokiaga@prodigy.net>
Subject: Seaward Plantation chapter seven

This story contains graphic but completely fictional
depictions of sex among men and men, and men and underage
boys.  If this offends you, if it is illegal for you to read
or download this, or if you are under 18, please go away.

Seaward Plantation

Chapter seven

"Make him stop," said Mark Appleby hoarsely to his twenty
year old chocolate colored bedmate, Troy.  Appleby delivered
a mighty kick toward the end of the bed, but was
ineffectual.

"You're his master, you make him stop," whispered the slave-
-or former slave?--it was hard to tell after yesterday's
events.  Troy tried a kick of his own, which was also
useless.

"You're his brother, you do it," said Appleby, who then
grabbed a pillow and, without aiming, heaved it powerfully
toward the foot of their bed.  He scored a hit, but the
result was only a chuckle from that general direction.  The
black man and the white man groaned and opened their eyes,
looking at each other from the distance it takes to rub
noses--which is what they had been doing as they awoke.  A
voice spoke from the end of the bed.

"You two better get up.  The tide changes in two hours and
you're going back to Charleston.... Get up!"  The owner of
the voice, Troy's fourteen year old brother Hector, reached
back under the end of the sheets to tickle the tan soles of
his brother's feet and the pink soles of his master's feet,
as he had been doing.  Balanced between amusement and
annoyance, Troy and his master looked at one another and an
understanding passed wordlessly between them.  They then
spoke:

"Should we?"

"Let's."

Both powerful men heaved up off the bed like jacks in the
box and craned toward the foot of the bed, each grabbing a
muscular arm of Hector.  The boy was quick and athletic, but
not quick enough to escape--or perhaps he didn't care to.
The naked men pulled the boy forward into the bed with them
and proceeded to undress the black teen, despite the fact
that he was wriggling and squirming, putting up a mock
fight.  Appleby suspected that Hector made just the right
twist and turn to assist in his disrobing--at any rate,
Appleby sat on his legs while Troy pulled off his shirt,
then Troy spread his naked torso on top of his brother's
while his master pulled off the boy's trousers and
loincloth.  Hector interspersed faux-serious cries of "No,
no!" with peals of laughter.  Completely disrobed, he was
then tickled by his brother and master, their fingers
gouging into his ribs and under his arms, dusting the tan
soles of his feet, while he twisted and howled with
laughter.

Slowly, tickling gave way to gentler caresses and
affectionate rubbing, as the boy's giggles subsided.  Troy's
chest was heaved across his brother's own chest, and his
fingers changed from tickles to tracing figure eights around
his brother's prune-dark nipples, running through the dark
patches of wiry hair under his arms, down his side and
around his navel.  Appleby was lying in the other direction,
one arm around the black boy's legs while the other had
tickled his feet, but with a slight change of position the
white man brought his head closer to the fourteen year old's
long, thick penis.  Appleby pulled gently at the wiry tufts
of pubic hair in that area and held the hefty ballsack in
his hand.  Quickly, the ink black penis began to stiffen, a
reddish brown head peeking out from the hood of skin that
had covered it.

Hector gave a soft groan of pleasure, and sighed, then
became quiet as his mouth was covered by his brother's
mouth, two sets of large, maroon-brown lips sucking moistly
at each other, tongues meeting.  At his other end, Appleby
pulled back the loose foreskin of the black boy's penis,
revealing the reddish brown inner skin and glans.  Pumping
the thick shaft slowly, Appleby licked the sensitive head
and inner foreskin of the boy, tonguing the thin slip of
skin beneath the head, then taking the head into his mouth
and sucking it, bending it downward with his lips, gnawing
it with his lips.  Appleby felt his own penis being held and
looking down quickly saw that Hector had grasped it with his
fingers and was pumping it, running his tan palms up and
down the reddening shaft of the white man.  Troy likewise
felt his brother's other hand searching, sliding along the
sheets, until it found his thick black staff, a little
larger than Hector's own, and the boy began fondling his
brother.

Breathing became heavier, hips pushed black and white rods
into willing hands and mouths, the two men and the boy
shifted and rolled into different positions to suck and be
sucked, to stroke and be stroked.  The moment had come, and
Appleby rose from the bed and went to the bedside table.  He
unscrewed the jar of clean petroleum jelly, one of many he
had purchased at the apothecary's in Charleston the day
before--no more soap!--and applied it liberally to his stiff
rod that jutted straight out in front of him.  Troy rolled
off of his brother and the two blacks lay side by side,
panting, eagerly anticipating what the white man had
planned.

His dick all slicked up with the petroleum jelly, Appleby
got a wad of it on two fingers and replaced the jar on the
table.  Crawling back onto the bed, he lifted Hector's legs.
The adolescent black boy knew what was wanted, and raised
his legs in the air, knees bent. Lying close beside him was
his brother, rubbing the boy's nipples and observing the
preparations.  Appleby smeared the greasy jelly around and
then into the boy's puckered brown asshole, pushing farther
in, working one and then two fingers in and out.  When the
boy's gasps turned to moans of pleasure, Appleby knew the
hole had loosened.  Getting into position, Appleby put the
head of his pink and red dick to the boy's asshole and
pushed.  Hector cried out softly, but in pleasure not pain,
for not only was he prepared but he craved the feeling of
the white man's penis inside of him.

Appleby pushed all the way in, paused to let the boy catch
his breath, then began moving in and out slowly. The white
man stretched his legs straight back and supported his torso
on his palms, holding his chest and muscular belly up off of
the black teen.  The boy folded his legs around his master's
back, crossing ankles.  Appleby and the boy locked eyes,
reading each other's thoughts, in as close an intimacy as
two people can have.  Then suddenly Appleby's field of
vision turned to a dark chocolate brown.  Troy had swung
himself into position to push his own massive penis into his
brother's mouth.  Hector now lay on his back, being fucked
mouth and butt by his brother and his white master.  All his
attention was concentrated into servicing these two men he
loved.  Troy's legs were angled back and to the side of
Appleby's arms which still held the white man arched up over
the struggling black flesh beneath him.  The black man
pulled himself up with his hands on the headboard of the
four poster bed, his torso swaying above his brother's head.

Now, below and in front of Appleby's face was Troy's hard-
muscled, high, tight bottom, pumping a massive penis in and
out of the black teen's face for all it was worth.  Appleby
could see the thick butt muscles working, shifting the
countour of the butt with each push, rolling the muscle mass
up toward the base of the spine then down, up then down,
dimples forming in the sides of each buttock as Troy pumped.
Appleby could smell the honest ass-smell, and saw little
rivulets of sweat run down his ass crack, down the valley of
his spine between two hard, long hills of back muscle.
Looking up, Appleby could see Troy's back curved up as the
black man held onto the headboard and pumped into his
brother as hard as he could.  From below the white man and
the black man came a mixture of gagging, gurgling, moaning,
and heavy breathing from the well-fucked black teen.

Appleby came first, all in one long push.  Sensing its
approach, he pistoned in and out of the black teen's ass,
then pushed forward and held his groin tight against the
boy's butt, straining and pushing to expel every drop of
white semen he could into the young black's bottom.  His
head was inches away from Troy's working ass, and in his
ecstasy Appleby lowered his head and bit the black man's
dark cocoa butt, then bit it again, hard.  The pain was the
extra bit of sensation it took to put Troy over the edge.
He gasped loudly, bucked and pushed, bucked and pushed,
filling his brother's mouth with his semen.

Appleby pulled his dick out of the black teen's ass, making
a sucking sound, and rocked back on his knees and toes,
watching Troy come into his brother's mouth.  Hector's
swollen, purple black penis sprung up at attention with his
master's weight off of it.  With a sudden inspiration,
Appleby reached for the pot of petroleum lubricant and began
smearing it on Hector's penis.  Troy, his powerful thighs
quivering, had just reached the end of his own orgasm.  He
grunted in surprise when his white master shoved some
petroleum jelly into his own hole with a finger.  Appleby
put one hand around Troy's hips and pulled gently back,
positioning Hector's dick with his other hand.  In one
movement, Troy was impaled on his brother's dick, as his own
dick came out of the boy's mouth.

Quickly understanding what was happening, Troy began
bouncing up and down on Hector's rampant cock.  Hector was
beside himself, still trying to swallow the outpouring from
his brother at the same time that he was in ecstasy from the
insertion of his dick into his brother's ass.  Appleby now
had both hands around Troy's meaty buttocks and was helping
to lift them up and down, up and down.  It did not take
long.  Hector cried out incoherently as his groin pushed
upward, his chest curling up off the bed at the same time.
Troy bounced five more times and settled hard on his
brother's groin.  Hector strained upwards once more, then
collapsed back down onto the bed.

Troy rolled forward and off of his brother to the left,
still breathing heavily.  Appleby dove forward to the right,
on the other side of the gasping black teen.  The three lay
there together, catching breath, arms and legs entwined,
speaking soft words of happiness.  When Hector finally said,
"You two really have to get up now," both his brother and
master pummeled him with pillows and all three laughed
heartily.  But it was true, it was time to rise.

While Hector pumped and heated water for baths, Troy and
Appleby donned trousers and shirts and quickly ran barefoot
to the outhouse where they shared a companionable shit, the
last of Hector's semen dribbling out of Troy's ass as well,
down into the mess below.  Returning to the bath room, all
three washed.  The two blacks brought out food for a quick
breakfast while Appleby put on his "civilized" best for the
second day in a row, for the trip into Charleston.

The three were finishing their hurried meal when Mama Juno
came in through the pantry door, followed by her
irrepressible thirteen year old twins, Pan and Bacchus.

"Mama says we can move back into the big house, master!"
said Bacchus, "because she needs the loft for this girl
you're bringing back from Charleston," continued Pan, his
tone of voice making it clear he did not approve of the
latter part of the plan.  "...and Mama Juno says Athena and
the baby--when are you naming the baby, Troy?--are doing so
well that Troy and Hector can move back in there," said
Bacchus, "so we want to know, where does this new boy go?"
concluded Pan.  Mama Juno smiled indulgently at her boys and
did not, needed not, say a word.

Appleby felt a wave of mixed emotions wash over him; he had
so enjoyed the intimate times he had shared with Troy just
across the hall.  But he understood that Hector and Troy
might wish to be near their daughter and help in her care,
plus there was the matter of the delicious new boy, Cassius.
The solution seemed clear:  "Cassius can go into the room
Troy has been in," he said.

"Right across from us?" asked Pan, unsure whether he
approved of this.  Bacchus dug him in the ribs and nodded
silently, conspiratorially.  "Oh--alright!" said the caramel
brown boy, seeing possibilities afresh.  Appleby asked the
twins to make the house ready for its guests and to help in
moving bedding and belongings around while he and the men
were away.  Everyone agreed and hurried off to their work.
Walking down to the pier next to Troy, Appleby nevertheless
felt a wave of regret at the changing arrangements once
more.  Sensing his master's feelings, Troy put an arm around
the white man's broad shoulders.

"Master, don't feel sad, it will be alright.  When one door
shuts, another opens."  Appleby smiled at the home truth.
"And anyway, Athena won't feel like doing.... anything....
for a while yet, so Hector and I will be back," continued
Troy, winking slyly at the white man.  "And even when she
does feel stronger, remember.... we share at Seaward.  You
might want to join us, our bed is strongly built, even for
four, master!" he said with a huge grin.  Appleby didn't
know whether to blush at the scandalous suggestion or demand
its immediate implementation.  At any rate, by the time the
men reached the boat, where Priam was waiting, he felt
better about the new arrangements.

Although not really dangerous, the weather was a little
unsettled, the water choppier than Appleby had experienced
it yet.  Priam and Troy assured him that they had handled
much worse, so he trusted in their skill although he by no
means enjoyed the bouncing, rolling voyage into Charleston.
Securing the boat to the pier, the men walked ashore,
Appleby in the lead.

The slave trader's business did not open until one, so the
morning was spent with Appleby setting in motion some plans
necessitated by the secret freeing of his slaves yesterday.
He spent some time in a bank and in a stockbroker's office,
preparing and signing papers for the transfer of funds and
creation of a trust, and for a clever scheme of financial
investment, all on behalf of the people of Seaward.  The
clerks with whom he worked were frankly befuddled by the
complex arrangements he set in motion, but they complied,
sending telegrams and letters here and there, as Appleby
whispered to himself, "Don't try to outfox a Yankee lawyer!"
Priam and Troy spent that time surreptitiously window
shopping in the streets, imagining what they would buy with
their newfound wealth if they could do so without bringing
down the wrath of Charleston upon everyone's head--which
would surely happen.  Business concluded, the men sadly
repeated the strategy of the day before, in which Appleby
bought parcels of food for the men to eat back at the boat
while he had to eat apart--and he cursed the absurdity of
such an arrangement even more since yesterday's events.

It was agreed that Troy would return to accompany his master
to the slave dealer's, and the two were waiting on the
sidewalk when the doors opened at one o'clock and the
repulsive McGillicuddy, in clothes he must have slept in,
sporting more egg than tie on his shirt front, lumbered onto
his front stoop.

"Yas, yas, Mister Appleby I think?  Quite right, yas, so
glad you decided to come and consummate the transaction.
What's this I see, something in trade?" he said, peering
around Appleby to look at Troy.  The young black man
carefully kept his eyes averted but shrank back.  Appleby
was glad that he did not carry a walking stick, for at that
moment he might have struck McGillicuddy with it.  Composing
himself, remember his higher purpose, he said, "No, Mr.
McGillicuddy, this is my servant.  He will wait right here,"
and Appleby looked meaningfully at Troy as he said this,
"while I claim my two new servants from your establishment.
And, of course, pay you the balance."

This last mention of further payment motivated McGillicuddy.
Ushering Appleby in, he showed him to his private office and
received the remainder owed on Cassius and Portia, then
hurried down the hall, vowing not to take long.  Long
moments passed before McGillicuddy brought the sixteen year
old Cassius into the office, holding him tightly by the arm.
Cassius was dressed in a plain, even ragged shirt and rough
trousers, with battered shoes.  Appleby wondered whether the
boy had arrived at McGillicuddy's with finer clothes that
had then been taken from him.  In his hand he clutched a
small cloth parcel containing all the worldly belongings
that remained to him.  Cassius looked dazed and confused as
he entered the room.  Seeing Appleby, a look of recognition
crossed his face, then he cast his eyes downward.

"Boy, here's your new master," said McGillicuddy abruptly,
"I shall return!" he declared and slipped back out the
hallway.

Glancing sideways at the slave trader's departing figure,
Cassius spoke in an urgent whisper, deep set hazel eyes
looking intently at Appleby through long, curling eyelashes.
"Master!  Am I really to be your servant, sir?"

"Yes, Cassius," replied Appleby kindly, thinking that the
complicated relationships of Seaward could be explained
later.

"I did not know," said the boy, in wonder, "I was alone in a
room all night, I couldn't sleep, nobody told...." then he
hurried on to the main point of urgency.  "Master," he said,
a note of hope balanced with a certainty of despair, "my
sister, please master--"

Appleby held up one hand to cut him off and with the other
gently touched the boy's ragged sleeve:  "She is coming,
too."

The mixture of hope, joy, disbelief, and exhaustion from the
night's ordeal that crossed the boy's face was
indescribable.  "Do you mean to say," asked Appleby, "that
he," indicating the general direction of McGillicuddy, "left
you to sit all night without telling you what would become
of you or your sister?"  The boy nodded, lowering his head.
Once again, Appleby was glad for his lack of a walking
stick, which he would surely have broken across the fat face
of McGillicuddy.  That porcine villain could be heard
returning in the hallway.

He ushered Portia, Cassius's seventeen year old sister, into
the room.  Appleby was sure McGillicuddy had his hand on her
bottom, and gave her a slight push.  The girl was also
dressed practically in rags, with a small, sad cloth bundle
of her possessions in her hand.  "This is your new master,"
McGillicuddy said to her.  Portia had not really seen
Appleby well the previous day, hanging her head in shame at
her own nakedness, so she looked quickly, furtively at the
strange white man before her.  Then joy and amazement spread
over her face as she saw her brother.  She stepped toward
him but a quick warning glance from Cassius made her stop.
She stood with head bowed, tears beginning to trickle down
her coffee and cream cheeks.

Wasting no time, Appleby shook the plump, sticky hand of the
slave trader and walked toward the door, wiping his own hand
surreptitiously on his coat.  His new slaves followed,
fearful and as if in a dream but overjoyed to be together in
whatever difficulties lay ahead.  Appleby stepped onto the
stoop and down into the street, Troy taking a step back at
the fierce look of rage on his master's face.  Composing
himself, Appleby turned once more to salute McGillicuddy,
who stood swaying in his doorway.  Then quickly, with no
introductions, Appleby led the way down the block, his face
clouded with anger once more.  Portia and Cassius, hurrying,
stumbling, followed as best they could, Portia beginning to
sob, Cassius grasping her hand tightly.  Troy brought up the
rear.  Turning the corner and heading toward the port,
Appleby stopped at the entrance to an empty alley, partially
concealed with a stack of wooden crates.  Wheeling around,
his anger was softened with an expression of kindness as he
gripped Cassius by the arm, Portia clutching her brother's
other hand, and guided them into the alley.

"Comfort your sister," he whispered to Cassius fiercely,
then he and Troy closed ranks at the entrance to the alley,
Appleby glowering ferociously at passers-by, as Portia's
sobs broke out in earnest, punctuated by Cassius's soothing
voice.  Tears gave way to relief, and the brother and sister
spoke quickly in hushed whispers.  Finally, Appleby felt a
slight tug on his coat sleeve.

"Thank, you master.... thank you.  We are ready," said
Cassius, head bowed but smiling.  Portia likewise kept her
head bowed by was determined to survey her new master
through her long, curling eyelashes, to see what manner of
household would be their fate.

"This is Troy," said Appleby, indicating the young man, and
then, "we will explain everything soon."  He led the little
procession again down the street and soon they reached the
pier.  Troy jumped ahead, down into the boat, and held out
his hand to help his new comrades board.  They both
hesitated, and expressions of fear crept on their faces.

"We.... we have never been on the water," said Cassius in a
husky whisper.

"It is important you be on the water now," returned Troy.
"Please come aboard," he said, having caught his master's
eagerness to take the two away from this dreadful place.
With Appleby encouraging them gently from behind, the two
plucked up their courage and stepped onto the boat.  Priam
was introduced, and the craft put out to sea as soon as
possible.

Appleby had hoped to use the short journey back to Seaward
to explain matters to his new slaves, but the water remained
choppy.  Sitting in the middle of the boat, where Appleby
first sat on arriving in Charleston, Cassius and Portia were
in the most comfortable spot possible, but they still
clutched each other and any wooden upright they could find,
mute with terror, as the boat pitched and yawed in the
choppy water.  Troy and Priam busied themselves with guiding
the craft expertly.  When not thinking of their own terror,
brother and sister had occasion to wonder at the strangeness
of a white man who would sit on a coil of rope on the deck
while they took the most comfortable seat, but then the boat
would lean and their thoughts returned to what they were
sure was their own immediate peril.

If Appleby did not talk, he could see.  His groin stirred
looking at Cassius, the boy's mop of thick, jet black curls
glistening in the salt spray.  Each time he spoke to his
sister, the thick, full lips of his heart shaped mouth
parted invitingly.  Even looking in fear at the ocean, the
boy's beautiful hazel eyes peered beneath deep brows,
through long, curling eyelashes.  Through rips and holes in
his ragged clothing, Appleby could see patches of the
flawless coffee and cream skin he had observed before, which
led to fantasies of what lay beneath the white undergarment
the boy had worn but not removed.... yet.  Portia, his
sister, had the same complexion and build, slim but
muscular, with full, high breasts straining the ill-fitting,
wretched garment she wore.  Where her brother's face was a
rounded oval, hers was more circular and smaller.  Where his
hair was black and curling, hers was medium brown and
frizzy, pulled close to her head now by the scarf she wore
knotted under her neck.  Brother and sister looked like
angels out of a Renaissance fresco, or marble statues,
brought to life and colored cafe-au-lait.  Appleby had time
to think about himself and his own reactions, for the girl
Portia stirred in him feelings that he had begun to think
over the last week were no longer in him.

The boat was finally brought to the pier at Seaward.
Appleby leaped out to help Troy lash the craft to the
uprights, then he extended a hand to help the new arrivals
come onto the boards, Portia first.  She took a quick look
at the white hand, then a quicker, startled look at her
master.  Behind her, Cassius looked perplexed and wary, not
sure what this gesture meant from a white man.  From behind,
he helped lift his sister out of the boat, while she turned
her head quickly, pretending not to see Appleby's hand, and
clambered out as best she could.  Appleby observed all this,
not in anger or disappointment but in curiosity.  His
curiosity quickly changed to astonishment, for once upon the
wood planks of the pier, Cassius dropped to his knees and
grabbed Appleby's hand, with Portia kneeling down just
behind him.

"Master, thank you, sir, for keeping us together.  We will
work hard, master, we are willing and eager.  You won't have
to whip us at all, we learn quickly and have always obeyed
our masters in all thing."  And then Cassius kissed
Appleby's hand and let it drop gently.

Appleby felt a thrill at this first experience of touching
Cassius, at the feel of his full, soft lips on his hand, but
the boy's cringing subservience distressed him.  He
understood that the brother and sister might be grateful for
keeping them together, but the mention of whipping was
shocking.  Again he thought of how different life for
mainland slaves must be.  "Please, rise, I know you are
tired, you must rest and then.... then we will tell you all
about Seaward Plantation."  When Cassius and Portia stood up
they kept their heads bowed, walking several steps behind
Appleby.  He turned to Priam and whispered, "Should you talk
to them?  We need to let them know about how we do things
here."

"Give them time, Master Mark, they come from a very
different world," replied Priam, with a reassuring smile.
There was no time for further discussion, as they had
reached the end of the pier where a small crowd was forming.

The people of Seaward had been alerted by Helen, who had
seen the boat approaching from the island.  They had all,
except for Athena and the baby, run down to the pier and
were there to welcome the new arrivals.  Introductions were
made all around.  Appleby led a procession up the steps,
across woods and meadow and into the big house.  At every
step, Cassius and Portia looked around in wonder and
apprehension, unsure of what awaited them in their new home.
Juno and Cass fussed about them, tsk-tsking at the state of
their clothes, making plans for new garments, asking the new
arrivals where they came from, how life was there, and so
on.  Hector and the twins, in the guise of helping the
newcombers, surreptitiously touched Cassius's black curls
and Portia's frizzy cloud, both new in their experience.  If
Seaward were a brave new world for Cassius and Portia, the
two seemed like visitors from the moon to the people of the
plantation.

Arriving at the house, Cass and Juno brought food over
immediately from the kitchen, as the dinner hour was
approaching and the new arrivals had eaten little during
their ordeal at McGillicuddy's.  Hector took the newcomers
to the bath room to wash their hands and faces while Pan and
Bacchus helped the older women lay out food and drink in the
dining room.  Athena and her baby arrived to stare at the
new arrivals.  But when all was prepared and Cassius and
Portia were shown to the dining room, they drew back as if
they were being shown a snake.  They looked around with real
surprise at their white master helping himself to food with
his slaves; could it be that he intended to eat with them as
well?

"Master, we can't eat here, it is not our place," said
Portia, and Cassius turned to Priam and pleaded, "please,
can't we just have something in the kitchen or the
quarters?"  In answer Priam picked up a plate and began
serving Portia, asking her preferences, which seemed to
confuse her all the more.  Appleby picked up a plate and
handed it to Cassius, saying, "Please, help yourself, this
is your new home."  He put a hand around the boy's neck and
muscular shoulder and felt a racing heart in the artery
there.  Cassius thanked the white man, then hesitantly
approached the table.  Appleby could not resist coming along
with him a step or two, for it allowed him to keep his hand
on the boy's neck, which he rubbed, slipping his fingers
just beneath the torn shirt collar to feel the warm, light
brown flesh beneath.  At first Cassius picked here and there
at the food, but his hunger after a day at McGillicuddy's
got the better of him and he loaded his plate.  Portia,
seeing her brother loosen up a bit, followed his example.
Shown to rocking chairs on the porch, the two ate their fill
in the company of the other blacks as well as their white
master.

At the end of the meal, Cassius whispered something to
Portia, then both rose and approached Appleby, kneeling
again.  "Master, what work will we do?  Portia is a skilled
seamstress and has some ability with medicines and healing
herbs.  I know carpentry and can also serve at table in the
house, and we can both--"

Appleby interrupted the boy.  "Yes, this is all good,
Cassius, and thank you Portia.  At Seaward we all do what
needs to be done.  But thank you for the gift of these
skills.  We will show you the plantation tomorrow; the sun
is setting and I know the two of you are tired.  Juno...."
he winked at the older woman and gestured at Portia.  Mama
Juno came over and gently helped the girl up, saying "Come
with me girl, you will stay in a loft in my cabin.  We need
to let you wash up, and I have some of Athena's old clothes
that are still in better condition than what you have, until
we can make you new ones."  Looking around uncertainly,
Portia seemed to be making a decision as to whether to trust
these people.  Then suddenly she smiled shyly and nodded at
Juno, collected her cloth package of belongings quickly and
prepared to follow.  Cassius leaped up quickly as if to
accompany them but Portia stopped him with a gentle hand,
whispering in his ear and planting a sisterly kiss on his
cheek.  Off they went to Juno's cabin.  Most of the rest of
the company dispersed, Athena, Hector and Troy to return to
their cabin for the first time together since the baby was
born, Priam and Mama Cass to theirs with Helen.

Appleby juggled several powerful feelings as the party broke
up and bedtime inevitably approached.  Something needed to
be done to show Cassius the easy, open, and accepting ways
of Seaward.  After a day of observing the new slave boy,
Appleby's desire to do more than look was growing stronger.
But there were also the twin boys, Pan and Bacchus, who
would be returning to his room--and to his bed?--that
evening.  Thinking quickly, he took Pan and Bacchus into a
corner as the rest of the company was departing and proposed
some plans and strategies to them, which they eagerly
accepted.

Cassius collected his cloth bundle, asking Appleby, "Master,
can they show me where I am to stay?" indicating Pan and
Bacchus.  A quick, sly grin flashed on the faces of both
boys.  "You will stay here in the house," said Appleby.
"Thank you, master," replied Cassius, and then to Pan and
Bacchus, "Will you show me the servants' quarters?"

Winking at the twins, Appleby interjected, "You will just
sleep upstairs, Cassius.  But first, we will let you bathe
and clean yourself from the filth of McGillicuddy's house."
The boy frowned in confusion at the reference to "upstairs,"
not imagining that he would lodge anywhere but in a rough
slave quarters someplace--perhaps upstairs meant in the
attic, he concluded.  But his confusion gave way to a quick
smile of understanding and agreement at the reference to the
slave trader's squalid premises.  Bacchus took the boy's
cloth bundle and said, "I'll take this up to your room and
prepare a bath for you!"  Pan took Cassius by the hand and
whispered an offer to show him to the outhouse, which the
newcomer accepted.  Appleby knew that on the way there, as
part of their strategy, Pan would begin to sow the seeds of
understanding in Cassius that Seaward was different, and
that Master Mark was very much different, from anything
Cassius had experienced before.

Of course, Appleby had thought about this moment, but the
actual approach of the time when he would see Cassius fully
naked caused his heart to race.  Bacchus, returned from
putting Cassius's small bundle away upstairs, showed his
master how to pump and heat water for a bath, a chore that
Appleby was glad to learn how to do so he could participate
more in the work of the plantation.  The tub was full and
steaming as Pan approached, holding Cassius's hand.  Pan
favored his master and brother with an enormous wink, while
Cassius cast a quick but piercing glance at Appleby, full of
a dawning realization as to what kind of place and what
manner of master he had encountered.

The plan for Cassius's re-education began to unfold.  "You
are to bathe, please, Cassius," said Appleby.  The boy, used
to obeying white masters, agreed and began to disrobe.  Pan
and Bacchus sprang to his aid, helping him off with the
ragged shirt and trousers that he wore.  With only a thin
loincloth left, Cassius lowered and turned his head in
modesty, then quickly removed the garment.

Appleby caught his breath.  The beauty of the sixteen year
old's marble-sculpted arms and legs, muscled, boxy chest and
abdomen of smooth flowing muscles was repeated in his loins.
His buttocks were perfectly rounded in back but flat sided,
a wide shallow dimple in the muscle of each side, the
muscles of each hip and buttock pressing tightly inward, the
line between each ass cheek tightly compressed.  The mop of
black, coiling curls he wore on his head became a more
relaxed and wavy tangle above his genitals, making a
surprisingly thick bush but with no hair any farther down.
The light brown, coffee-and-cream complexion was continued
on the skin of his loins, flawless without bruise, blemish,
pimple, or scar.

Born of a black mother and white father, the boy's African
heritage was most apparent in his full lips and heart-shaped
mouth, which Appleby had seen, and in the boy's penis and
testicles, which were revealed now for the first time.  The
boy's penis was the same size as Appleby's adult penis,
seven inches, but of a dark brown color, the rich caramel of
Pan and Bacchus's skins.  Appleby remembered that the twins
likewise had darker cocks of a deep brown, and that Troy and
Hector's members were nearly black.  Africa always revealed
itself in the size and color of the penis, it seemed.
Appleby's own penis was darker than the rest of his skin,
but not this rich, deep color.  Cassius's ballsack, heavy
and spreading somewhat but not dangling very far, was
likewise a dark caramel brown, and hairless.

Appleby was conscious of a stillness in the room.  Coming to
his senses, he saw both twins staring in open-mouthed
admiration at Cassius, their own trousers beginning to tent
out in front.  Appleby then became conscious of Cassius
himself, who was standing straight, his head somewhat bowed
but turned toward his master.  Cassius was looking at his
master through his long, black eyelashes, seeming to see the
white man for the first time, weighing what Pan had told him
about the strange and wonderful differences at Seaward.
Clearing his throat, Appleby looked pointedly at the twins
and nodded slightly toward Cassius, reminding them of their
plan.

"Oh, let us help you!" said Bacchus, remembering the
strategy.  "Yes; I'll scrub your back," said Bacchus, taking
Cassius by the arm and helping him into the tub.  Gathering
soap but no washcloths, the boys began to rub Cassius's
broad, muscular back and thick muscular chest with soap.
Lathering their fingers, they ran their hands with interest
through his mass of thick black curls, exploring a new kind
of hair texture different from, perhaps balanced between,
their own and their white master's.  Their enthusiasm caused
a fair bit of splashing of water, not unintentionally.

"Pan, Bacchus, your clothing will be soaked.  Take it all
off, then you can bathe after Cassius," said Appleby, as if
the thought had only just occurred to him.

Quickly, the twins were out of their clothing.  Appleby's
already swelling penis felt another surge as the boys' deep
caramel color over thin, muscular frames, and their
peppercorn black hair reminded him of so many moments of
passion with them before Troy's brief stay in his bed.
Cassius, of course, did not expect this development, but
Appleby noted that he, too, looked with interest at the
twins, drinking in their doubled delights with his eyes.

"Stand up!" ordered Bacchus, "we need to wash your lower
half," said Pan.  Somewhat uncertainly, Cassius rose and
stood knee deep in the bath water.  His beautiful, long dark
penis had begun to swell, perhaps from the heat of the bath
water and perhaps from the sight and ministrations of the
naked brown twins.  Did Appleby detect a slightly quicker
breathing, a slight movement of the skin and muscles over
the boy's heart?  He certainly did a moment later, for
grabbing up the soap again, Pan began scrubbing the sixteen
year old's tight, rounded bottom, while Bacchus nonchalantly
grasped the boy's penis with one hand and began soaping the
head with the other, cleaning under the long foreskin.
Cassius gasped audibly and his penis really did begin to
grow then, a light brown head pushing out of the dark brown
hood, swelling in thickness.  Cassius put out a hand to
steady himself, onto the naked shoulder of Bacchus.  He
grunted as Pan forced his fingers into the hidden valley
between his buttocks, working soapy water into the sixteen
year old's ass crack.

Appleby had to clear his throat again to remind the twins to
move on to the next stage.  Holding up a towel in both
hands, Appleby invited Cassius to step out of the tub and
dry.  The light brown boy did so, his swelling penis
flopping, and reached out to take the towel from his master.
But Appleby held onto it and began toweling down his new
mulatto slave himself, gently rubbing and patting the boy
dry, as Cassius stood in surprise, never taking his eyes off
of his master for a moment.  Bringing the towel to the boy's
butt, Appleby pushed it into the crack perhaps a bit more
than was necessary, and bringing it to the swelling penis he
held it there maybe a little longer than was needed to dry
it.

All the while, the twins were scrubbing quickly in the tub.
Completing their task, they climbed back out.  Appleby
handed the towel to Cassius now and said, "Would you please
help Pan and Bacch to dry?"  Hesitantly at first, but slowly
warming to the pleasant task, Cassius toweled the boys,
their naked bodies inevitably sliding against his, penis
unavoidably brushing against penis or bottom.  As he
finished the task, Cassius looked to his master for more
instructions, and was thunderstruck at what he saw.

Appleby had quickly stripped and was standing naked before
the three brown boys.  Cassius, despite his life on a
plantation, had never seen a white man naked, never seen the
color of genitals that had sired him more than sixteen years
ago.  He was captivated by the play of tan, white, and pink
on Appleby's muscular body, by the deep rose and purple of
his genitals and, unavoidably, by the sight of the swelling
cock.  Appleby sank into the tub and washed very quickly,
since bathing was not really the point of this exercise.
The three boys stood in rapt attention all the while.  The
twins' penises were fully erect.  Cassius's erect rod would
have been obvious had he not covered it with the towel he
held.

Appleby rose from the tub and walked directly toward
Cassius.  Trained to be of service, and not thinking of the
consequences, the boy opened the towel up to receive his
master.  An enormous erection sprang up from the boy,
arching at a forty five degree angle away from his belly.
Appleby simply stood before Cassius, who responded
reflexively to the unspoken request and began toweling his
master.  The boy's passion was beginning to overcome his
reticence, and as his master had done to him, he paused to
linger with the towel over the white man's bottom and
swollen member.

Cassius came slowly to the end of his task and stood, towel
to one side, and looked directly into his master's eyes from
a foot away, his awakened desire warring with his
subservient upbringing and his fear of being too bold.  The
twins stood three feet away, now audibly panting, their
members dripping small threads of precum.  Appleby, keeping
his eyes locked on Cassius's eyes, brushed the towel to the
floor, reached out, and pulled the light brown boy into him.
Giving way entirely, Cassius wrapped his arms tightly around
the white man, gasped "O! Master," and pressed tight against
the man's hard body.  Appleby reached around to grasp the
boy's muscular bottom and pulled him in hard.

The embrace did not last long.  Breaking away, Appleby
grasped one of Cassius's hands with one of his, and took
Bacchus by the other hand.  Pan took up Cassius's other hand
and the joined procession of white, brown, and light brown
man and boys moved quickly into the hallway, up the stairs,
and into Appleby's bedroom.  All four tumbled on the bed in
a tangle of passion, groping and grasping even as they fell.

Appleby was excited to have Pan and Bacchus back in his bed,
but the focus of his passion was on Cassius.  The thirteen
year olds seemed to know that, and for this one night they
took on the role of helping the white man and the sixteen
year old slave boy to consummate their passion.  Certainly,
the thick wall of slave experience and shyness that was
around Cassius had come tumbling down.  Was he also seeing
in Master Mark a reminder of his own beloved white master
and father?  It was no time to analyze such matters.
Appleby pushed Cassius to the bed on his back, then
stretched out on top of him.  Rutting powerfully down into
the mulatto slave boy, Appleby's penis and the teen's penis
slid easily alongside each other, the close, hot space
between their muscled bellies slick with the precum that
poured from each.  Pan and Bacchus lay on either side, their
hands rubbing, kneading, pressing into the locked white and
light brown bodies between them, pushing their own erect and
slippery cocks into spaces and cavities made of flesh
wherever they could find an opening.

From his hesitancies and occasional clumsiness, Appleby had
a strong sense that Cassius had had few if any relations
with other males before, so he was resolved not to overwhelm
the boy this first night--he would delay penetrating the
sixteen year old until a later time.  The white man pushed
off of the slave boy and slid downward, kissing his muscular
chest, running his tongue down the shallow valley between
smooth belly muscles, tonguing the navel, before ending in
the groin.  Appleby buried his face and nose in the boy's
tangle of black pubic hairs, breathing in the clean boy
smell, pushing the youth's thick penis downward with his
chin.  Then Appleby slipped down another inch or two and
swung the boy's penis up, grasping it.  The cock was so
rigid it had little need to be skinned back farther.
Appleby licked the shaft up and down and then swallowed it
whole.  He felt the youth's muscular body twist, and the
boy's hips strained upward.  Sucking and pumping for a
minute, he then removed the penis from his mouth and turned
his attention to the heavy, wide ballsack, dark brown and
hairless.  Very gently, Appleby took each testicle into his
mouth entirely, sucking softly.  The boy cried out softly,
but only in muffled words, for while their master was
occupied with Cassius's lower end, the twins had fallen upon
his chest, neck, and face.  The twins were sucking the light
brown boy's wide nipples, kissing his neck, and Pan had
covered the teen's wide heart shaped mouth with his own
trumpet lips, two sets of full lips sucking, tonguing.

Appleby returned to the boy's thick brown penis, taking it
whole into his mouth, nearly gagging as the thick head
touched the back of his throat.  Arching his neck so that
the top of the cockhead rubbed against the roof of his
mouth, the white man began bobbing his head up and down, up
and down.  Cassius's hips began pumping, thrusting upward in
time, his fists were clenched by his side.  Suddenly, the
boy shook his head free of Pan's mouth and cried out, while
he bucked powerfully, thrusting his groin up into his
master's face.  Large dollops and splatters of sperm erupted
from his penis into the white man's mouth, and were hungrily
swallowed.  Three more times he clenched his ass cheeks
tight and pushed the white fluid into the white man's mouth.

As soon as he collapsed flat onto the bed, Appleby slid up
the boy's body, gently pushing the twins aside.  The white
man came to a sitting position on the boy's boxy, muscled
chest, knees in each armpit, and gently but insistently
pushed his own dripping cock into the mulatto boy's mouth.
Cassius had a momentary look of fear in eyes that were
glazed from his own climax, but then he hungrily took his
master's penis into his mouth.  While the twins licked and
cleaned the boy's lower torso and genitals from the semen
and precum of both boy and master, Appleby grasped Cassius's
tangle of black curls, burying his fingers in it, and began
pumping back and forth.  The white man would have liked to
have delayed it, but his passion and pent-up desire for the
boy were so great that he soon cried out the boy's name
wildly and began pushing, slamming his groin forward into
the waiting face before him three or four times.

Master collapsed half on, half off of his sixteen year old
slave, while the two brown twins snuggled up close on either
side.  Cassius clutched his master's head, his fingers
entangled in the shoulder length light brown hair,
whispering "O! Master, oh master thank you, oh, master" over
and over.  Tears of release overflowed his hazel eyes and
ran down his light brown cheeks, which Appleby gently
cleaned away with his tongue.

Exhausted from the events of two days, master and new boy
slave drifted off into sleep, joined by the snuggling
thirteen year olds on either side.  Moonlight from the
window moved across the floor and onto the tangle of tanned
white, light brown, and caramel brown bodies.  Somewhere the
shades of a brown woman and a white man looked down and,
freed from all conventional morality, smiled.  Peace settled
in the night on Seaward Plantation.

---------------------

Out of town a couple of weeks, but the Plantation will
resume!  Comments welcome!