Date: Fri, 6 Mar 2015 04:43:29 +0000 (UTC)
From: Christian Debus <servus4u@ymail.com>
Subject: "Master of River's Bend" Chapter 9 (Gay Male / Interracial)

Master of River's Bend Plantation
By
Jean-Christophe
Part 9
"Yancy"


Written by Jean-Christophe: March, 2015
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Chapter 9

Yancy is enjoying his former master's humiliation immensely. Even in his
wildest imaginings he'd never thought he'd see the day when "Massa" Luke
would become a slave to a black man.

But the improbable is happening and Yancy makes the most of the moment. He
smirks at the sight of a naked Luke bent at the waist and holding his ass
cheeks apart for Charles's inspection. He knows all too well what Luke is
feeling; after all he'd been in this same position innumerable times. He
remembers his own shame and degradation as a white man's finger explored
his ass crack and teased his anus. He recalls his impotent anger as a
finger toyed with his asshole before thrusting through into the inner
recesses of the most private part of his body. He remembers his burning
shame at the finger's violation and the guilty pleasure it had brought him
as it relentlessly worked his ass shute.

Yancy watches closely as Charles moves into position behind Luke ready to
begin his inspection of his new property.

The sight of Luke's naked and appropriately positioned ass is highly
arousing and Yancy's cock naturally responds to the sight. This isn't the
first time that Yancy has seen Luke naked and his bare ass is something he
has gazed upon with lust on many occasions.

As a slave in the Trevannion household, he was often required to carry a
heavy bathtub up to Luke's bedroom and then to fill it with warm water. Why
he'd been chosen for this chore had always puzzled him. Essentially, he was
an outdoor slave who worked in the grounds of the house or its stables and
yet Luke always called for him to prepare his bath.

Getting the bathtub up to Luke's room was always a challenge and he'd
assumed he'd been chosen because of his brute strength. It had to be
carried up a narrow flight of stairs at the back of the house which is used
exclusively by the house-slaves moving from the ground floor to the upper
stories. For they are forbidden to use the far grander, main staircase at
the front of the house under pain of punishment.

The slaves' stairwell is narrow and very steep and maneuvering the bathtub
up to Luke's bedroom proved a challenge for Yancy - or Nestor - who always
thought of the family's venerable butler, Sisyphus. This name had been
given to him as a young slave by Luke's late grandfather who began the
tradition of naming all the family's house-slaves after Greek gods and
heroes.

At some time, he'd been told that an ancient Greek, Sisyphus had angered
his Olympian gods and, as punishment, he'd been condemned for all eternity
to roll a heavy boulder up a steep hill only to have it roll down once he'd
reached the top after which he had to begin the ascent all over. And as
Yancy wrestled with the heavy bathtub, he sympathized with the mythical
Sisyphus.

After he'd placed the bathtub in the middle of Luke's room, Yancy then had
to carry the hot water - two, heavy buckets at a time - from the kitchen to
the bedroom. Even then his chores weren't complete. He had to wait as Luke
bathed ever alert for the command to step forward and scrub his young
master's back. And then, afterwards to servilely dry him with a thick,
fluffy towel - a not wholly unpleasant task.

Always as Yancy watched Luke bathe, he envied him the luxury of a hot
bath. He wondered how hot water and scented soap felt on the naked
skin. Like all the other slaves, Yancy doused his body with cold water from
the well behind the stables and scrubbed himself clean with a stiff brush
and carbolic soap to kill his body odor. There were no soft towels for his
use and he used the palm of his hands to plane the excess water droplets
from his body before allowing it to dry in its own good time.

As Massa Charles's guest, Yancy wonders if he'll have the use of a bathtub
and hot water. He hopes so and looks forward to the new experience. Perhaps
Charles will allow him to use his new slave, Luke to assist him in his
bathing. He'd like that very much!

Whenever Luke bathed, he always ordered Yancy to shuck off his trousers and
shirt and to serve in the nude. Yancy sometimes wondered if Luke secretly
lusted after his body although he never did anything to confirm that
suspicion. But in recent times, Yancy became very aware that Luke's eyes
followed his every move and instinctively he knew his young master's
interest in him was sexual.

Yancy had lived in dread of Luke using him for sex. Not because Yancy
wouldn't have welcomed sex with Luke; the prospect did have strong
appeal. But Yancy assumed that sex between them would be on unequal terms
with Luke taking on the master's dominant role.  The thought of being a
"whore slave" for a white man and an unwilling receptacle for his puny cock
was repugnant and went against his own secret desires to dominate. However,
to Yancy's relief, it had never happened and he was grateful that it
hadn't.

In Yancy's secret, sexual fantasies about his young master, he was always
the dominant partner with Luke submitting to him. It was a fantasy that
excited him and it gave him some comfort in his bitter servitude. The
thought of using Luke's mouth or driving his hard cock into Luke's
yielding, milky white ass was akin to secretly thumbing his nose at his
white owners.

Yancy knew Luke's mother is puritanical Baptist in her beliefs and even
considers marital sex as an abhorrent but necessary duty. How then would
she have reacted to discovering her only son indulging in illicit, sexual
activities with one of her male slaves? Yancy knew all too well what her
reaction would be; he'd be blamed for corrupting her son and he'd most
probably pay a high price for it. On the secret, underground "slave
grapevine", he'd heard that slaves had been gelded for less. And he valued
his young, as yet untested balls too highly to risk losing them to lust.

Now as he looks upon Luke's alabaster smooth ass, he is free to openly
salivate at the prospect of fucking him. And he hopes that Charles will
give him the chance to do so very soon.

As Yancy watches, Luke suddenly gasps loudly and his body tenses as
Charles' finger seeks entry into his body. Involuntarily, both buttocks
clench tightly together in an effort to stop this intrusion. And for his
unintended defiance, Luke receives a stinging slap to his ass and he is
commanded by Charles to.

"RELAX!"

Luke feels the impatient finger exploring the warm, dark recesses of his
body and soon discomfort gives way to pleasure as he relaxes and begins to
enjoy the feel of Charles' finger massaging his prostate.

"Have you ever been fucked, boy?" Charles asks. "Have you ever had a man's
cock in you, slave?"

And, as if to emphasize the question, Massa Charles demonstrates his
mastery over Luke by crudely thrusting his finger further into the new
slave's body.

"No, Massa." Luke answers.

"Then, you're still a virgin? That's a situation I must soon
rectify. Tonight, I will exercise my 'master's rights' over you and fuck
you hard, boy!" Charles laughs. "After that, you'll be allocated to Sir
Yancy to serve as his body and pleasure slave. What do you have to say,
boy?"

"Thank you Massa." Luke answers discreetly. "I'm happy to serve you and Sir
Yancy, Massa."

Luke's "thank you" is heartfelt. He is grateful for this opportunity to
sample a slave's life and he genuinely wants to serve as a slave to these
two dominant Black men.

"Good, boy, then I look forward to fucking you tonight!" Charles playfully
pats Luke's ass much as one would a favorite pet hound. "Yancy, I'm going
about this the wrong way."  Charles laughs. "I'm starting my inspection ass
up when I should start at the top and work down and save the best to last -
like a good wine. Still, you can't blame me can you? This slave's ass is
very tempting. It reminds me very much of a young Ptolemy. I look forward
to sampling its hidden delights tonight."

Yancy flinches as Charles dismissively slaps Luke's upturned ass and orders
him to.

"Stand and face me in the display position!"

Yancy is pleased to see how quickly Luke responds to the order. He really
is adjusting quickly to being a slave. Quite obviously, Luke craves to be a
slave to a black man and to be used both as a body servant and bed
buck. This surprises Yancy as he'd no way of knowing his master's inner
thoughts but this does confirm his suspicions about Luke's sexual
orientation.

Well Luke is getting his wish - he is now enslaved and is to sample the
lifestyle of a real slave.  Charles had told him that Luke and Ptolemy
believe this to be a temporary arrangement which allows Luke time to decide
if he is suited to the life of a slave. Charles had laughingly confided to
him that he'd deceived both of them and that Luke's enslavement is to be
permanent. Once Charles has enslaved Luke there'll be leaving River's Bend
and Luke's slavery to Charles will be lifelong with absolutely no chance of
freedom.

The poor, deluded, white fool thinks he controls the situation! How wrong
can he be?

As a confidante to Charles's machinations, Yancy can appreciate the irony
of Luke's situation.  He suspects that Luke will eventually find the
wretched life of a true slave too much to bear and will decide to return
home to his parents and taking Yancy with him. Yancy hopes he is present
when Luke tells Charles that he is leaving and returning home. Watching
Luke's reaction as he learns the truth will be some small consolation for
his own life of servitude.  Perhaps Luke will even be whipped or at least
ass-paddled for his "presumption". Yancy hopes so!

"Yancy, I think the time is right to give this slave the name I've chosen
for him. Naturally, he can't keep his free man's name and I need to rename
him."

"Have you chosen a name for him, Charles?"

"Yes I have! It's in keeping with the names of my other house-slaves. As
you have probably guessed they are named after Egyptian gods and pharaohs
and I have decided to call him - Ramses or Ram for short. What do you
think, Yancy?"

"It's as good a name as any for a slave, Charles. After all it's the
master's right to name his property. When my owners called me Nestor I had
no choice in the matter. And neither did my parents. I found being called
Nestor demeaning but I had to accept it as my slave's name."

"Do you approve of Ramses, Yancy?"

"Yes I do, Charles!"

"Then Ramses it is! Do you hear that boy? From now on you'll answer to your
new name - Ramses."

"Yes Massa! Thank you Massa!" Ramses replies. "I'm proud to be called by
the name you've chosen for me Massa."

Ptolemy had forewarned his cousin that he'd be given a "special" slave's
name and had told him when this happened he was to accept it graciously and
thank Massa Charles for bestowing it on him. He'd also warned Luke to
always refer to Charles as "Massa" under pain of punishment.

The reality is that Ramses is pleased with his new name as it places him on
an equal footing with Ptolemy and the other house-slaves. And calling
Charles "Massa" seemed to be very natural. Suddenly, he feels very much "at
home" in Massa Charles's household and is ready to serve him as another of
his slaves. His fantasies have finally become reality and he has a new
sense of freedom. It's as though all his erotic desires have been liberated
like a genie out of an uncorked bottle and he can now live the life he has
hungered for these past few years.

Finally, he is a slave to a Black Master!

Ramses is overwhelmed by his emotions. He wants to thank his new Massa for
accepting him into his home as the newest of his slaves. But how can he
adequately thank Massa. Then he remembers Ptolemy's greeting to Massa at
the top of the front steps.

Suddenly, Ramses falls to his knees and crawls to where Massa is
standing. He leans forward and impulsively kisses Massa's dusty riding
boots and tells him.

"Massa, thank you for making me your slave, Massa."

Charles is taken by surprise at Ramses actions. He'd not expected such an
early and positive response from this raw and untrained slave. Yet, there
is no doubting Ramses spontaneous acknowledgement of him as his master or
the sincerity of his words. He looks down on the naked figure crouching at
his feet and he is gratified. His eyes sweep up the back from the lowered
broad shoulders to the elevated twin mounds of the upturned ass and he is
pleased with his newest acquisition. Momentarily, he savors the sight
before addressing his slave.

"Good boy, Ram! While you're on your knees crawl to Sir Yancy and pay your
respects to him.  And beg to be allowed to serve him as his slave."

Ramses quickly switches his attention to Yancy's unshod feet and kisses
them as a mark of his respect. As yet Yancy still wears the togs he'd put
on this morning as the slave Nestor. He wears just two articles - a pair of
coarse osnaburg trousers - made from the cheap cloth especially imported
from England and routinely used to cloth slaves - and an unbuttoned,
threadbare shirt.

As an outdoor work slave, he'd never worn anything else. These cheap
articles of clothing are what defined him as a slave. They gave him a sense
of his own worthlessness in comparison to his owners. They reminded him
that he was an owned property and the clothes he wore belonged not to him
but to his master. He knew enough of white sensibilities to understand that
total nudity is an affront to them and he'd often wondered if this wasn't
so, would white folk keep their slaves in a state of total nakedness.

Yancy finds it most gratifying that Charles keeps his white slaves in a
state of permanent nudity. Denying them even a scanty scrap of cloth to
conceal their most private parts robs them of all modesty and
self-respect. It spells out to them that their black Master holds them in
lower esteem than whites do their slaves. It is a subtle reminder of their
lowly, animal status and an expression of his utter contempt for them. It
is, Yancy thinks, a fitting form of retribution and he approves
wholeheartedly of his former master's newly imposed slave nakedness.

Over the years, Yancy had sometimes envied the indoor slaves dressed in
their dandified silk trousers, velvet coats and lace frilled
shirts. Charles mentioned a few minutes ago that Ramses has no further need
of clothing and he'd given Yancy all the former Luke Trevannion's
belongings for his personal use. Yancy looks forward to wearing them but
before donning them, he'll ask Charles if he can bathe.

Yancy enjoys the fact that he is still clothed while his former master is
as naked as the day he was born. Once more, he smiles at their reversals of
fortune and appreciates the irony of their changed circumstances.

Dutifully, Ramses begs Yancy to allow him to serve as his slave. As he does
so, Yancy reflects he'd never been forced to humiliate himself as Ramses is
doing. He, or any of the other slaves had never knelt before the
Trevannion's and kissed their feet as a sign of their subjugation; their
owners just took that for granted. And while his slavery had been
humiliating it wasn't to the same extent that Charles forces upon his white
slaves. And Yancy heartily adopts Charles' attitude.

"Yancy, it's just occurred to me that you might like to continue with this
appraisal of Ram's body." Charles exclaims. "Would you do me the honor of
fingering him?"

Yancy is taken by surprise by Charles request. He'd not expected it. Of
course, he'd love to examine his former master but foremost in his thoughts
is the question of whether or not he is up to the task. After all, he's
never examined a slave and he fears he might disappoint Charles. Then, he
recalls the many occasions when he'd been forced to shuck naked prior to
being appraised by white men. The memories of those occasions cause the
bile to catch in his throat and the need for revenge overwhelms him.

"Charles, I'd love to take over the slave's inspection from you." Yancy
replies cautiously.  "The only thing that worries me is that I've never
done anything like this before."

"There's nothing to worry about Yancy. Just relax and follow your
instincts. I'm sure you can manage. And I foresee there'll be many more
such inspections as you assist me in the day to day running of the
plantation. Soon they'll become second nature for you."

There'd been an ulterior motive in Charles' request. He is anxious for
Yancy to become acquainted with the management of River's Bend and its
slave herd as quickly as possible and close quarter inspections of his
slaves are very much a part of the day to day operations.  Charles has
great hopes for Yancy and he wants to make him feel at home and part of
those operations. And then there is the aspect that it will be beneficial
for Yancy to feel a sense of retribution as he appraises his former
master. For his part, Charles will derive great pleasure in watching as
Ramses is further humiliated in front of his cousin, Ptolemy.

"Get to your feet, boy!" Charles snaps. "And stand up straight with your
feet apart and your hands on top of your head!"

Ramses has been listening to the conversation between Massa Charles and Sir
Yancy and, as he hastily scrambles into position, an anticipatory shiver of
excitement ripples through his body at the prospect of feeling Sir Yancy's
hands exploring his naked body.

Charles walks slowly around Ramses before pausing in front of him; he
stands within inches of the slave and speaks to him.

"Boy, listen carefully to what I say. Sir Yancy is to inspect your body. To
do this he will place his hands on you. You will submit and you'll stand
quietly as Sir Yancy inspects you. You'll remain silent and you won't
flinch or draw away from his touch. Failure to comply with my commands will
result in a severe caning. You've just witnessed Ptolemy's caning and
unless you want a sore ass you'll do as you're told. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

"Yes, Massa!"

"Good boy, then let's begin."

Yancy reaches out and places both hands on Ramses' chest and is delighted
with the silky feel of the young slave's body hair. The hair is sparse as
you'd expect on a youthful teenager who hasn't yet reached full maturity
and it's the same golden colour as the tousled hair on his head.

At the touch of Sir Yancy's hands, Ramses feels both momentary guilt and a
sense of elation.  It's guilt at the forbidden feel of another man's hands
on his naked body and yet a contradictory sense of exhilaration that
finally his long held fantasies about Sir Yancy are being realized. After
all, for the past three years he'd hungered to have his slave, Nestor's
hands touch him so intimately. Suddenly, that dream has become reality!

For his part, Yancy is pleased at the slave's responses to his touch and he
is aware of the throbbing hardness of his own cock.

Ramses shivers involuntarily at the feeling of Yancy's hot breath ruffling
the hair on his chest as the inspection continues.

Viewed from this angle Ramses is tall, long legged and boyishly
handsome. With his hands on top of his head, the tautness of his body
highlights his youthful torso from the width of his broad shoulders down
over his developing pectoral muscles to his trim, narrow waist.

Ramses' chest rises and falls with his heightened breathing and it is
dominated by two very erect nipples surrounded by large, ruby-red,
coin-sized halos. The tautness of his body throws into gentle relief the
outline of the burgeoning abdominal muscles and at the centre of his flat
belly is a deeply indented navel. As Yancy has already noticed the chest is
covered with a soft down of golden hair with an intriguing treasure trail
of darker hair trailing down the centreline of his belly to the
genitals. And it is here that Yancy's scrutiny stops - he is entranced.

Ramses has a large, thick penis resting on top of two heavy testicles. But
it is the cock that most interests Yancy. The slave is uncut and, though
not yet aroused, there are signs of an incipient erection. Shyly, the pink
glans peeps out from the protective cover of the foreskin.  And Yancy is
delighted to see a tiny, white pearl of pre-cum glistening at the
piss-slit.

Yancy has seen enough of River's Bend slaves to know they are all
circumcised and he wonders if - and when - Ramses will be cut. Soon, he
hopes and he looks forward to watching as his former master loses this
potent and obvious symbol of his masculinity and his freedom.

"Ram still has his foreskin, Charles. Will he be cut like all the other
slaves?

"Not for the moment, Yancy! As you know Ram is here on trial" Charles lies,
"and it's not appropriate for me to remove his foreskin."

"What will happen if he decides to stay on permanently as your slave,
Charles?"

"Ahh, Yancy, then that's a different matter. Should he decide to remain as
a slave then of course he'll be skinned in line with all of my other
slaves. Naturally, I couldn't allow him to keep his foreskin. I can't make
fish of one slave and flesh of another. Here at River's Bend all my white
slaves are treated equally with no exceptions."

Naturally, it goes without saying that Ramses will be skinned like the rest
of Charles slaves. At River's Bend, circumcision isn't only done for
ascetic and health reasons although both are important to Charles. Denying
a slave this symbol of his manhood impresses upon the slave that his body
belongs to his master and it defines him as the domesticated work-beast
that he has become.

Yet, despite an uncircumcised slave being anathema to him, Charles
nevertheless decides that for now he'll allow Ram to keep his foreskin; at
least for the three months trial period so as not to alarm him
unnecessarily. However after that it will be removed by his slave vet as a
permanent mark of Ramses' total enslavement.

Salaciously, Yancy licks his lips as Ramses' cock inches itself into
vigorous life and he knows he will enjoy using him sexually; he feels
excitement as he anticipates the rigid training he'll impose on Ramses to
bring him up to the same high standard as Ptolemy.

As Yancy reaches out and takes Ramses cock in his hand, he begins to slide
the foreskin along the lengthening shaft. Yancy is surprised at the
softness of the slave's prepuce and he watches as the mushroom shaped head
shyly emerges from its concealment. Now, he begins to manipulate the
foreskin, pulling it back and forth over the glistening cockhead. Yancy is
fascinated with the suppleness of Ramses' foreskin and he derives great
pleasure from fondling it.

With the slave's cock held in one hand, Yancy uses a fingertip to slowly
stroke its sensitive underside. Ramses trembles at Sir Yancy's feathery
touch and he feels himself responding as his prick thickens and
lengthens. And, naturally, Yancy is delighted by Ramses' quick response to
his manipulations.

As Sir Yancy continues teasing the now excited cock, Ramses struggles to
stem his rising passion. Deep within, he knows he is fighting a losing
battle and with the promise of the pleasure to come, it's a battle he wants
to lose; inevitably he abandons the fight altogether.

Soon, Ramses is softly moaning with pleasure as his body responds to Sir
Yancy's persistent manipulation of his cock and balls. His legs tremble and
his knees buckle slightly and an irritated Yancy delivers a stinging slap
to his balls with the command to.

"Stand up straight! Damn you, Ram!"

Yancy continues to tease Ramses' eager cock as it springs into full and
rampant tumescence.  Then, like an artist contemplating his latest
brushstrokes, he steps back to survey his handiwork and is gratified to see
the new slave's throbbing erection and a long, silver thread of precum
dribbling from the piss-slit. As the errant thread hangs precariously from
the end of Ramses' rigid cock, Yancy is anxious not to soil Charles
expensive carpet and uses the tip of his finger to catch it and to wipe
clean the eye of Ramses' cock

"Open your mouth and suck my finger clean, boy!"

For the first time, Ramses tastes cum; albeit it his own. But rather than
being repulsed by it, he finds both the experience and the taste are
sexually arousing as his impatient cock pulses with ill-concealed lust. And
as Ramses sucks the finger clean, he wishes it was Sir Yancy's cock filling
his mouth. Suddenly, he is overwhelmed with the desire to kneel before Sir
Yancy to muzzle his groin and to suckle his cock. Massa has said that after
he exercises his Master rights of "jus primae noctis" tonight he is to be
allocated to Sir Yancy for his use. Ramses hopes that usage will involve
utilizing both his mouth and ass to give Sir Yancy the pleasure that is his
due and which he so richly deserves.

Suddenly, Yancy removes his finger from the slave's mouth and orders him to
turn and face away from him.

Yancy is as equally impressed by Ramses' rear as he is by his front. His
hands roam randomly over the deep vee shape of the slave's upper body. They
move downwards from the wide shoulders to the trim, narrow waist before
coming to rest on the enticing, curvaceous lines of the slave's alabaster
white buttocks still quivering from his unfulfilled desire

Yancy is excited by Ramses and as he gazes lustfully upon the young slave's
naked body, he is aware of a slow, dampening patch in his trousers.

Yancy is eager to explore more of Ramses' body and he orders him to.

"Bend and spread."

Ramses bends at the waist and reaching behind, he takes a buttock in each
hand and spreads his ass-cheeks as far apart as is humanly possible. He's
very aware that his sphincter is stretched to the limit and on open display
to Sir Yancy's and Massa Charles' lustful scrutiny.  He braces for what he
knows will happen next - the violation of his body.

"Hold on, Yancy!" Charles interrupts. "Let's make it easier for you. And
for the slave too."

Then, turning to the young slave industriously working the ceiling fan,
Charles orders him to stop and seek out Hapi the cook.

"Zeph, run to the kitchen and ask the cook for some goose fat. Now, move
you lazy, white ass and be quick about it."

The young slave hurries from the room and soon returns with a small bowl of
goose fat which he holds before him waiting for further instructions from
Massa.

"Yancy, I don't normally grease a slave's ass for inspection. Usually I
just use the slave's saliva to ease the entry of my finger into his
ass. But Ram is a new slave and his ass is virgin territory into the
bargain. I noticed from my earlier inspection of him that he is tight-assed
and we don't want to run the risk of damaging him. Just scoop some fat onto
the end of your finger and place a dollop of it on his anus. Then use your
finger to grease his hole giving you easier entry into it. And I think
you'll find it very enjoyable too."

Ramses feels the cold stickiness of the goose fat on his skin and he
wriggles as he feels Yancy's probing finger pressing against his quivering
asshole. Suddenly, he grows apprehensive and begs.

"Oh Sir Yancy! Please be careful.... Oh Massa............."

Undeterred by his pleas, Yancy persists and soon the finger is buried deep
within the slave exploring the warm, moist interior of his body. Yancy is
delighted with the silky smooth feel of the slave's shute as he slowly
works his finger in and out of the hole. At first, he feels the slave's
initial resistance as he strains to eject the finger. Then as Ramses
relaxes, Yancy enjoys the feel of the clenching and unclenching of the
strong sphincter muscles and wonders how it would feel if it was his cock
inside the slave and not his finger. And as he reflects on the tightness of
the slave's hole, Yancy decides that it will require much exercise and
training to prepare it for the hard usage he has in mind for it.

Inevitably, Ramses does relax and gives in to the feelings of intense
pleasure sweeping over him. And like Sir Yancy he wonders how it would feel
to have his former slave's cock buried deep within him. Suddenly, he
hungers for that to happen. He is ready to lose his virginity to both Massa
and Sir Yancy. His eager body craves for that to happen with every fibre of
his being.

Yancy withdraws the finger and stands aside as Charles takes his place. For
a second time, Ramses feels Massa's finger probing his rectum. It's obvious
- even to the inexperienced Ramses - that Massa is more practised than Sir
Yancy. Massa's finger knows where to seek out Ramses' pleasure nub and to
excite and raise him to new heights of unimaginable pleasure.  Ramses moans
as Massa finger-fucks him and he is engulfed in a world of newfound
eroticism.

 Ramses now knows that his true calling is to serve as a slave to these two
powerful Black men and to be used by them for their sexual pleasure. Ramses
further understands that he'll receive great pleasure from their sexual use
of his body and he will be the unintended beneficiary of their lustful
passions.

"Yancy, it's as I said. The slave is indeed tight-assed and it will be a
joy to fuck him. And after tonight, he's at your beck and call to be used
by you in any way you consider appropriate."

"Thank you, Charles! That's very generous of you and I look forward to
using Ramses.  Actually, I've got to be honest and admit to thinking about
fucking him many times. But I never thought that I would and now that I can
do so it's hard to grasp."

"Well Yancy, after tonight, he's your 'on loan' slave and you can fuck him
senseless if you like. Remember my slaves are here to serve you. And if
things work out as I hope they will - well, who knows - Ram may well become
your very own slave. Now have you finished checking out his ass?"

"Yes thanks Charles. All I need to do now is check his mouth and teeth. I
hated it when a whitey stuck his fingers in my mouth during an
inspection. I look forward to doing the same to Ramses."

"Good lad, Yancy! My own recollections of my time as a slave to the St Jean
family are no less painful than your own. But over the past twenty-two
years I have overcome some of my resentment by channelling my animosity
towards all my whitey slaves and towards Ptolemy in particular. You should
do the same towards Ramses. Always see your treatment of him and my other
slaves as retribution for what you have suffered at the white man's hands."

"Thanks for that, Charles. I'll keep that in mind in the way I handle
Ramses. But I guess I should finish my inspection of him and allow you to
return to your duties. I'm sure you are busy."

"I guess so, Yancy. Time is moving along and I want to show you around the
plantation. But before we do that, I have to have Ramses undergo a short,
physical examination by my slave vet to determine how best to improve his
overall strength and fitness. The slave shows promise but I haven't yet met
a slave who can't be improved by hard, physical labor."

"Then I'd better finish up, Charles."

Yancy dismissively slaps Ramses ass and orders him to stand and face him.

Ramses hurries into position and Yancy now stands face to face with
him. Yancy runs his hands over the slave's tousled hair before tracing his
fingers down over his face to the mouth.  He taps the side of the slave's
mouth and orders him to.

"Open your mouth, boy. I need to inspect your teeth and tongue. So open up,
WIDE!"

Meekly, Ramses obeys. Impatiently, Yancy delivers a stinging slap to the
slave's face and orders him to.

"OPEN WIDE! WIDE I SAID!" He shouts into Ramses bewildered face. "WIDER
STILL!"

For a second time, Ramses tastes Yancy's finger in his mouth as the health
of his teeth and tongue are checked out. Unlike the first time, Ramses
finds the taste of the grease smeared finger most unpleasant and the
knowledge that it had been used to test the tightness of his ass makes him
gag. This amuses both Massa and Sir Yancy who laugh loudly at his
distasteful reaction.

Yancy takes his time with the oral inspection thus further prolonging
Ramses' humiliation and discomfort. But eventually, he finishes and turns
his back to Ramses as he tells Charles.

"I've finished, Charles. And thanks for the chance to inspect the boy. It
was, as you suggested, very enjoyable and I learned a lot from it."

"Congratulations, Yancy and I have to say you handled the slave's
inspection very capably. A casual observer would never have guessed it was
your first time. As I said at the beginning, fingering a slave just comes
naturally if you follow your instincts."

"What happens now, Charles?"

"Yancy, as I said a few minutes ago, I'll have the vet give Ramses a
physical assessment and then it over to Ptolemy to prepare him for his new
duties."

What does that involve, Charles?"

"Well, he'll be made acceptable for service in the house. That means
removing all his body hair from the neck down. As you can see by Ptolemy
and Zeph my house slaves are smooth bodied and free of hair other than what
is on top of their heads. I can't abide a slave shedding its body hair over
my furnishings or, worse still, into my food. That will be done while you
and I tour the plantation. By the way, Yancy can you ride horse?"

"Sorry Charles! No I'm afraid I don't. I groomed and saddled the
Trevannion's horses but I was forbidden to ride them under threat of a
whipping."

"Too bad! But you must learn to ride so that you can accompany me on my
daily rounds.  However, until you learn to ride, I'll have the stables make
a light trap and a carriage slave available for your use. You'll have no
difficulty in driving my two legged ponies." Charles laughs. "You just tell
them where to go, point them in the right direction and then whip their
asses to keep them moving."

That sounds like fun, Charles." Yancy answers. "It's a pity that Ram isn't
a pony. I'd enjoy driving him and whipping his ass."

"Now there's a thought, Yancy. It might be the answer to building up Ram's
physique and stamina. I'll put it to the vet to see what he thinks. But now
we should take Ramses to him."


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