The Plantation Owners Son Part 6

And so the week progressed. My days are spent learning the many ways in which a slave-boy can please his master, while the evenings were dedicated to my attire and grooming. Naomi determined that I should appear most comely by Saturday night. The spanking I had received at the hands of Gillard proved to be a once only event, thereafter Naomi deemed it to risky to punish me physically, should I be permanently damaged which may reduce my value on the auction block, but that did not stop her from threatening to have me flogged, should I be disobedient. I learnt quickly from Naomi and her girls, the many ways in which to beguile a man, by touch, or just by my submissive demeanor. Naomi decree that I not be penetrated from behind, but all other parts of my body were used to teach me how to pleasure a man. Pleasing Madam Naomi was my sole delight in my simple existence as a slave.

At first Naomi had intended to choreograph a stage show especially for the boy, but after having witnessed the unrehearsed performance, with Gillard, Naomi reconsidered her plan. It became obvious to her, that the boy’s greatest asset was his innocence and that his best performances were in the process of discovery. She had no doubt that the child loved her, and occasionally this knowledge struck a chord of guilt deep within her maternal instincts, but Naomi was determined not to let her feelings for the boy get in the way, for she bade herself not forget the purpose of this child, and of course there was also the matter of his lawful owner, Sam Ambroise. 

The challenge was how best to show potential buyers the boys ample treasures, without actually ruining them in the process, effectively destroying what makes the boy valuable, his innocence. This dilemma plagued Naomi.

The very first day after the slaver trader Sam Ambroise, had left the boy with her, she had examined him closely and while she found traces of him having been used by men, Naomi knew there were things that she could do to mask that evidence, and this she resolved to do as soon as possible. To all practical purposes the boy was a virgin. It was imperative to Naomi that the boy remain, during the performance which she planned, undamaged. Also it was apparent to her that the boy would do considerably better if he not be rehearsed, as his best performance would come naturally.

Contrast! that was the word that kept repeating into her mind as Naomi sat in her parlor and planned his future, she closed her eyes and remembered that day with Gillard, she tried to remember exactly what had inflamed her desires as she sat watching Gillard and the boy, yet again the word CONTRAST, the boy is beautiful, his hair color, his eyes and that glorious skin, so pale as to be almost translucent. His sing song adolescent voice, not yet mature. His vulnerability, so easily broken in the large black hands of Gillard, that was the appeal she decided.

Even when compared to most teenage white boys he would have stood apart his beauty was such, but how best to use his this to enhance his sale value. Naomi pondered this question the next day as she walked with the boy through the local bazaar. Dressed as he was, naked to the waist and wore only a thin gold chain around his middle, for britches he had on baggy pantaloons that fell just short of his skinny ankles, on his feet he wore thin leather sandals. As they walked along the boulevarde, every eye, black or white stopped and watched them pass. Naomi had clasped a thin black choker around his slender throat, this was the trade mark of Chez Naomi and all her slaves wore them, it looked unnaturally appealing on the white boy.

There is no doubt that the boy needed to be outdoors, the sunshine would do him good but Naomi also had an ulterior motive, every man woman and child in Port Jerome knew about the auction scheduled on Saturday night, testament to this fact was that the inns and places of lodging were packed to the rafters with travelers, some rich and some relatively poor, all had arrived in Port Jerome hoping for an invitation or at the very least to catch a glimpse of the merchandize.  So Naomi was parading the boy through the streets, the showman in madam Naomi, very much enjoyed the attention they received.

While strolled along I felt as if I were an animal on a leash, albeit I was not tethered even though Naomi had threatened to do just that, should I embarrass her. But none the less it felt very good to be outdoors. I noticed as we strolled along that people whom we passed stopped and stared at us and I began to feel self conscious attired only in pantaloons. Suddenly a man stood before us, blocking our way, a big man with deeply tanned skin, he was of a caste which I could not recognize, but later discovered to be Cuban.

“Mistress Naomi boa da manhã,” (Good morning mistress Naomi) greeted the man in fluent Portuguese.

“Don Diego Torres! What a pleasant surprise to see you,” replied Naomi, feigning surprise at meeting the swarthy Latino man. Madam Naomi held out her hand formally, for Don Diego to kiss, and with her other hand she dug her long fingernails into my arm, I realized that I had been staring at the stranger. Quickly I looked down at his feet and did my best to appear submissive.

“The pleasure Madam is all mine, and your compliments are much to kind,” replied Don Diego Torres this time he spoke in the vernacular of Port Jerome.

And so for a while the two of them exchanged pleasantries, neither of them acknowledged my presence whileI stood staring at the pavement. Finally the Cuban looked upon me.

“And this be the boy, your special merchandise, for which you have written to me an invitation?” he asked, scrutinizing me.

“Aye it certainly is he,” replied Naomi. “Lift your chin up boy, so as Don Diego Torres, may see your beautiful face”.

I lifted my head and looked up at him, opening my eyes widely at the very last instant, this trick which madam Naomi taught to me, caused my pupils to become as small as a pin-prick as the bright light struck my eyes and it accentuated their colors. When our eyes met for the very first time the Cuban sucked in his breath and sighed.

“Magnífica uma criança” ( A magnificent child) Diego said inadvertently slipping back into his native language.

“He has the face of an angel and the eyes of a devil,” He continued.

Diego bent down and examined me closely, “Turn around boy so as I may see the rest of you.”

I glanced at Naomi for approval and when she nodded her ascent, I slowly turned around. I could hear Don Diego sigh appreciatively as once again I stood facing him.

“Magnífica, the boy truly is so, and you say he is a virgin?” Don Diego asked curiously.

“Of this fact I cannot attest, but I suspect so, as there are no signs that the boy has been used in that way. However I cannot personally account for what has happened to the boy prior to me acquiring him.”

“He is white, No?” asked Don Diego.

Naomi leaned closely towards Don Diego so as no other may overhear them speak and the two of them whispered secretly for some time.

“Aha I understand, and you have the legal papers to show this to be true?”

“Of course I do, would I Madam Naomi of Chez Naomi, be involved with the illegal sale of a slave?” she half heartedly admonished him.

“And this auction is necessary? I am prepared to buy the boy from you right here and now and for a fair price, I could pay you immediately and take the child with me and the matter would be concluded” suggested Don Diego hopefully.

“Regrettably it cannot be so Don Diego, Nothing would give me greater pleasure than to sell this lovely child to an old friend such as yourself, but unfortunately there are others to be considered, and it would be most unwise of me to disappoint them.”

Don Diego Torres, feigned to be affronted, almost but not quite to the point of snubbing the madams private party. He once again looked upon the boy and decided that he must have the child even if it meant playing along with this stupid game, for he was not a patient man, however he felt the boy would be worthy of making an exception, so instead he smiled sweetly, bade Naomi a pleasant day and promised to be at Chez Naomi come Saturday night.  Don Diego Torres gave the boy one last furtive glance, sighed, and strolled down the Rue Le-sard towards his hotel.

Naomi beamed, well that’s one fish set upon the hook. Don Diego would pay a fortune for the boy, she could see it in his eyes, but no doubt he would have competition in that regards. Naomi had a definite spring to her stride as she led the boy across the bazaar towards Chez Naomi.

Saturday morning I was awoken early, the madam had ordered it so. I was given a light breakfast of lime fruit and sweet tea and then Miss Lucie, saw to my bath. Afterwards Miss Lucie, thoroughly cleaned and manicured both my finger and toe nails, trimming them all neatly. Then Jacob massaged my entire body with scented oils. Miss Lucie then washed my hair with raw peach extract.

At noon I was once again put to bed and ordered to sleep, Madam Naomi gave spooned into my mouth a foul potion which I immediately vomited onto the front of her gown, she slapped me hard and ordered me to drink again, this time I managed to keep it down. As the potion took hold weariness descended upon me and I fell into an easy sleep.

The next time I was awoken it was dark outside and the shades had been drawn. I was once again led to the claw foot iron bath, only this time something different and most unpleasant was done unto me. Using an array of clever hoses and no small effort on Jacob's behalf, warm water was forced up into my bum until I thought that I would burst if he did not stop. FinallyI was ordered to lay flat on my back, and the urge to purge my bowels was overwhelming but the warning expression on Miss Lucie face prevented me from doing so. Jacob rubbed my stomach for some time and then I was finally allowed to squat over the bed pan. In a loud wet rush I purged the foul liquid from within me, but much to my chagrin Jacob repeated the entire process a second time, after which I was once again bathed and dried.

My skin was moisturized and my hair brushed until it shone in the lamplight. Miss Lucie wove a golden laurel into my strawberry blond hair. Unlike the last time, she applied no facial make-up to me. I was given yet another potion, sweet tasting this time. Within minutes a warm glow spread through my body. As the potion took affect I became so alert that I could surrealistically see every little detail in the room and suddenly much to my surprise I had my first erection since having my balls cut out.

Miss Lucie dressed me in simple garb. silk pantaloons and a heavy golden chain around my waist with a matching ankle bracelet. My feet were bare.

She continued to croon over me until finally Madam Naomi entered the room, “Is the boy ready?” she asked looking at me.

“Yes mam, he be ready both inside and out” Lucie laughed at her own joke.

“Stand up boy, so as I may see you better and turn around slowly the way I have shown you” she commanded.

The potion Lucie had given me was working its magic. Enticingly I rose up from the bed, my pupils completely dilated so that only the green could be seen in my eyes.  I looked seductively into Naomi’s dark brown eyes, my demeanor promising pleasures she could only dream of and as she put her hands to her bosom and sighed I gave her a cheeky grin at my accomplishment.

Naomi burst out laughing, “lordy child, I am tempted to bid for you myself, the man who buys you will surely visit paradise before this night is over”

Suddenly I remembered why I was being prepared, I was to be sold. Tonight would be my last night at Chez Naomi’s and instantly my expression changed to sullen and a single fat tear rolled down my cheek. Naomi did not fail to read my demeanor correctly.

“Child, I cannot keep you, you know that, but I can try and help you. There are men here tonight who will bid for you for the sole purpose of using your body for their personal pleasure, I can assure most of them will not have your manifest best interest at heart, but some are worse than others for instance the Cuban will guarantee you a life free from all manual labor, bar his sexual whims, but he is becoming old and his needs are limited. There is a whoremonger from the Caribbean that wishes to buy you for but only one reason, and that is to sell your wares by the hour to the highest bidder, he is best avoided. Come with me child and I shall take you behind the heavy black curtains on the stage and I shall point out to you the men that are best avoided, do not waste your charms on these men, do you understand?”

I had heard what Madam Naomi said but I did not easily gather her meaning, as I was sexually overheating from the potion Miss Lucie had given me, the thought of countless men using my prone body for their every whim, seemed almost appealing. But none the less I nodded to her, and intoned that I understood.

Madam Naomi led me downstairs through her private passageway where we arrived at the outer edge of the stage unnoticed by all, save her staff. From behind the curtains we could see every person within the room, but naught could see us.

“The Cuban, he sits there in front, you recognize him don’t you?” Naomi asked me and I nodded my head.

“The large black man with the beard, he is a Moor, he owns a string of brothels throughout the Caribbean, avoid setting him aflame with your charms.”

“Over yonder, the yellow haired man, he is your second best choice for an owner. The man is a very influential cotton plante, he owns properties which stretch far to the north. The man’s name is Victor Le-sade and he is inclined towards males; if he were to purchase you then you would be guaranteed an easy life with very few demands as all of his males are dandies to be sure.”

Naomi continued to point people out to me as she described every man within the room who she considered had sufficient resources to bid on me. All in all there were thirty men in the room, but as Naomi pointed out, only four men would battle it out to purchase me.

Then suddenly it was time.

Naomi led me to the rear of the stage then she turned me around to face her, adjusting my garb carefully, she held my chin and she kissed me hard on the mouth, then the lights went out and there was an excited rustle from within the audience.

“Gentleman, Gentleman, please.” The master of ceremonies called out from the side of the stage, as he waited for the audience to become silent. “Gentleman tonight you have a once in a lifetime opportunity to purchase a rare treasure, Madam Naomi is proud to present for your consideration, Callum!”

Naomi put her hand in the small of my back and shoved me through the curtains whereupon I half stumbled walked out to the center of the stage. A second later the stage lights were uncovered and as my eyes adjusted to the bright lights there was a hushed silence from the audience as they looked upon me appreciatively. I tried to remember all which Naomi had taught me, but I couldn’t recall, instead I simply stayed where I was and stared out blankly at the audience. Thirty pairs of eyes were scrutinizing my every move when suddenly a man in the front row began to applaud, then another joined him, soon the whole crowd was cheering and clapping, only then did I begin to relax and smile shyly at the men gathered before me.

Eventually the clapping died down and the master of ceremonies continued with his monologue. “Now gentleman, have you ever seen a finer specimen in all your years of trading slaves?” he asked. Not one man in the audience disputed his claim so he continued. “Tonight for your pleasure Callum is going to perform for us. Now I need to point out that the boy is a virgin, further he is a eunuch, so his voice, his body and his charms can be enjoyed for many years to come and rest assured that your daughters will be safe,” he added as an after thought, then someone in the audience called out, “maybe our daughters will be safe but how about our sons?”, and the men burst into raunchy laughter.

“During the show tonight, you may call out your bid to our auctioneer, but only when the auctioneer’s light is illuminated, the highest bidder after the reserve price has been met… and upon the light being extinguished, will decide if the show shall go on, or be stopped. If he decides to stop, bidding shall be resumed. This process will be repeated until no more bids are received, at which point the boy will be sold. Unsuccessful bidders may offer the interim owner compensation to allow the show to proceed and thus offset his costs. After the auction is concluded Chez Naomi shall provide alternative distractions which I am sure will be to your liking and up to our usual standard of entertainment.”

He waited to see if there were questions, but the audience seemed to understand the rules, so with the flourish of his bejeweled hand he called out, “let the show begin”

Let the show begin? I didn’t understand, Naomi hadn’t said anything about a show, at least not to me. Then I heard the feint beat of drums and my heart started to beat faster, I sensed what lay in store as I looked about frantically for an escape, but it was not to be.

The drums grew steadily louder as my heart pounded in my chest, I felt blood pulsing through my veins, almost as if in tune with the drums. Suddenly three tall boys, all blacker than any slaves I had ever seen, appeared from behind the curtains, they looked to be around my age if not slightly older, all three were naked and their bodies had been oiled and glistened in the bright stage lights. Their heads were completely shaven and I could see every crease of their skulls. Slowly they danced around the stage until they had me surrounded; occasionally one of them would reach out and touch me, but just lightly. The tallest of them stood directly in front of me and he reached out and wove his fingers into my hair, winding the silken laurel through his fingers while another stroked my cheek and throat and yet another ran his hand down my back, causing me to shiver with anticipation. I looked frantically around for Naomi but she offered me no help. They appeared to be brothers, one older and two twins but I could not be completely certain of this fact.

The tall boy in front moved his strong hands over my body and I shivered as he grabbed my wrists and held them by my side, as I looked down I noticed all three of them were erect, the oldest and tallest boy had the largest penis of the three, but even the twins were both better endowed than I. As I looked round eyed at their penises I gulped audibly, the men in the audience heard me and laughed as the boy in front of me smiled; his teeth glistened white under the bright stage light.

Naomi grinned, her plan had been brilliant, she had promised the Cuban that no man would have the child, for she knew that would diminish his value considerably, rather the idea of three teenagers came to her, Naomi had personally sought out and purchased the boys, she resented the high price she had paid for the twins and older brother, but she knew that they were perfectly suited for her plan. The older brother was, 17 and the twins 15 years of age. What appealed to her was that they had the blackest skin Naomi had ever seen, almost Blue black, CONTRAST, the word sprang once again into her mind.

Naomi had personally overseen preparing the three boys for the Auction, but it had not been too difficult to attain their complicity. Naomi had simply threatened to turn all three of them into eunuchs and suddenly as if transformed they bent enthusiastically to her every whim. Tonight Naomi was witnessing the fruits of her labors. Earlier that evening she had taken the three boys to Callum's room where he slept soundly, she uncovered his beautiful white body to them, and allowed them to touch him, all three of them did so and listened eagerly as she explained what she required from them, but just to be sure she had also given all three of the boys her secret potion, which had almost proved disastrous as Jacob had spent the afternoon keeping the boys hands off each other, the twins had even sneaked back into Callum’s room where she found them handling the sleeping child. She half heartedly admonished them as she cast them from the bed chamber and covered the child with the feather down.

The oldest brother reached out to touch the boy and the audience went berserk with anticipation as the white boy backed away from him, only to run into one of the twins waiting erect behind him; the boy jumped when he felt the black boy’s pointy knob poke into his nether regions, and the audience roared with approval egging the black youths on.

Suddenly the stage lights were covered and the light over the auctioneer’s podium illuminated. Instantly the men’s hands flew in the air as they rushed to place their bids, within moments of starting the auction the reserve price of five thousand pounds was reached and the boy was on the market. The bidding proceeded furiously to six thousand and never once slowed as the light over the podium suddenly went out and then the master of ceremonies spoke. “The bidding has reached reserve, the interim owner has bid six thousand pounds, sir do you wish for the show to continue? If not we shall re-open the bidding.”

The highest bidder happened to be the brothel owner from the Caribbean and he smiled lewdly at the master of ceremonies and gave him the thumbs up, “let the show continue then.”

Suddenly the lights on the stage were uncovered and the three boys moved in on me. It seemed to me that their hands were no-where and everywhere at the same time. I could feel the boy behind me humping his erect penis up against the crack of my buttocks while the tallest boy who stood in front of me held my face within his huge hands as he kissed me hard on the mouth. The third boy reached over and grabbed hold of my wrist and guided it to his stiff shaft, instinctively I began to masturbate him.

The boy kissing me was at least a foot taller than I and he had to bend down as he pushed my lips open forcing his tongue inside me, he held my head tightly so as I could not resist. Eventually my body began to stir and I returned his kiss fervently, he seemed well practiced in kissing as he caressed my tongue knowingly.

A twins was Incessantly sucking and licking at my throat, slowly bending down he moved his tongue behind me following the curve of my spine until he reached the crease of my bum. His powerful hands easily parted my pale cheeks as he pushed his tongue deep into the groove. I arched back in surprise and moaned into the boys mouth while the boy behind me proceeded to push his tongue down into my hole. Once firmly established there he vigorously licked and sucked my asshole.

The second teenager, whom I had been masturbating, reached in between our sweat covered bodies and rubbed his hands over my chest, eventually finding my nipple which he squeezed painfully.  I gasped as he pushed the larger boy aside and attacked my exposed chest with his teeth.

Naomi witnessed the child responding, she smiled as she glanced at the audience. Every last one of them watched mesmerized. Contrast she said to herself once again, the pale white skin cast in between the writhing black-as-coal bodies of the three older boys, beautiful. The twin behind the boy was sucking his asshole as if it were his mammy’s tit, while his twin brother was doing much the same to the lads tortured nipples meanwhile their older brother had his tongue embedded in the boy’s throat. The child was drowning in a writhing pool of black lust.

Suddenly, and almost telepathically the three brothers stood back from the overheated boy and the older brother turned Callum towards the audience. He reached down and very slowly lowered what remained of the boys ripped Pantaloons and they fell in a puddle of silk around his slim white ankles, the audience sighed appreciatively. The boy stood naked save his gold waist chain and slim ankle bracelet. 

The older boy placed his hand on the back of Callums neck and forced the boy down so he was resting on his knees, where the child rested expectantly.

The three teenagers proceeded to dance provocatively around him, their penises moving to just inches from his face as they thrust their hips forward, each time a penis brushed against the beautiful boy’s face, the audience gasped, but the teenagers continued to tease the boy, and pulled away before he could touch them.

I was on my knees, my entire body felt as if on fire, a bead of perspiration ran down the nape of my neck, the boys penises danced provocatively before my eyes and as I reached out and tried to touch them they pulled away out of my reach. “Please!” I begged.

Finally the oldest teenager took pity on me and stopped with his long shaft right at my lips. Hungrily I opened my mouth and sucked his whole cock into me, as he thrust his hips forward, I tasted him for the first time, it was very different to any cock I had ever sucked before but I was not displeased. Then just as I was starting to get the  rhythm of pleasuring him, he pulled his shaft from my lips and I cried out in disappointment. Once again they danced merrily around me, and one by one the others would stop and hungrily I would feed on their cocks.

This routine continued until all their shafts had been in my mouth and all three boys were painfully erect. The audience yelled out raunchily, but then suddenly the lights on the stage were covered and the light over the auctioneer’s podium once again illuminated. The bidding was furious , Six thousand five hundred and then seven thousand and then finally it reached seven thousand five hundred pounds before the podium lights went out again.

On this occasion the highest bidder was the blond haired man, the dandy that preferred males to females. " Do you wish the show to stop sir," asked the auctioneer? “Yes, stop the show” yelled out the Dandy "well sir that is your choice but I am now compelled to open the bidding once more," and so he did. Quickly the bidding resumed and swiftly it reached eight thousand pounds before once again the podium went dark. This time the bidder was the privateer from the Asiatic region. "Do you wish the show to continue," asked the Auctioneer? “Off course” the man said, and once again the stage lights were uncovered and the show continued. In fact it had never stopped, while the bidding was going on, the boy had been furiously sucking on the teenagers dicks, the lights came back on and the audience laughed at his enthusiasm.

All of a sudden the twin I was sucking grunted loudly and squirted his cum into my mouth, I hungrily swallowed his juices until he had no more to offer. No sooner had he finished than his twin brother rammed his engorged penis down my throat and thrust madly until he to came in my mouth and he gave out a   wild animalistic scream, I hungrily gulped down his copious load and then opened my mouth expecting the last of the brothers to take me orally.

Unfortunately he had other things in mind.

He pushed me down almost all the way to the stage floor and he arranged me so as I was positioned on my hands and knees. I felt his hot hands on my butt cheeks and I shivered in anticipation. He spat on his fingers before poking them at my hole. Slowly he pushed his index finger forward and I screamed in pain, at first my body resisted, but then suddenly my it betrayed me and his finger entered me, whereupon he proceeded to push it in and out, in a fucking motion.

All of a sudden he withdrew his finger but then I felt his shaft at my hole. Never before in my life had I wanted so much to be taken. I thrust back impatiently but he held me firmly as he slowly pushed his cock hard up against my hole and I moaned with pleasure. I felt his slippery cock putting pressure on my hole, which had not as yet yielded but he kept the pressure on me and then suddenly my hole opened to accommodate him. Simultaneously we gasped as his long cock slid into me.

His shaft was not wide but it was very long and I felt every bump and lump on his cock as it passed through the outer muscles of my hole, as he continued to push in to me. Finally he was completely established within me and he rested, but only for a moment when suddenly I felt his hands grip my slender thighs as he began to thrust.

Slowly as his thrusts became more fervent I experienced a new sensation as his cock rubbed against something deep within me.  I arched my back and my eyes opened wide in surprise and I looked down into the audience and  moaned loudly. As his naked thighs slapped loudly against my buttocks I was lost to the world and he continued to fuck me hard from behind. A team of wild horses could not have stopped me from thrusting my hips back at him. Fucking me relentlessly as if he were a machine. My mouth was open and my eyes wide when all of a sudden one of the twins presented his cock to my upturned mouth, hungrily I took it between my lips and sucked it into my oral cavity. The two teenagers were thus fucking me in tandem; I was being taken from both ends. While second twin lay down flat on the stage and slid his head beneath me and I felt his mouth attach to my cock as he commenced sucking me.

With glazed eyes I look upon the audience, I could see the mutual lust on their faces while they cheered us on with bawdy comments and lewd gestures, but we on stage paid them no mind, as the three boys continued to ravish my overheated body with gusto, all four of us were rapidly approaching climax.

The older teenager who was energetically plowing my hole screamed a blood curdling cry as he spent himself deep inside my bowels at exactly the same time as the boy in front of me shot his load of cum into my throat, the volume of fluid so large that it caused me to gag. The sudden inundation of hot fluids in my throat and up my rear caused my own cock to explode and I filled the boy laying beneath me with clear fluid as I experienced my first orgasm since my balls had been removed. Then suddenly the stage lights were covered just as I collapsed exhausted on top of the teenager under me.

The light over the podium was hardly illuminated as the men waved their hands frantically and the auction recommenced. The bidding continued furiously unil only four bidders remained and then the podium light was extinguished and the first stage of the auction was brought to a conclusion, twenty thousand pounds.

Upon the stage curtains being drawn Jacob lifted me into his arms and spirited me back to my bed chamber. As Jacob bathed me I could hear the raucous laughter from downstairs, but Jacob was not distracted from his task and I was thoroughly washed and perfumed both inside and out. He brushed my hair and then he dressed me in similar garb to what I had been wearing on the stage. Finally Miss Lucie came into the room and inspected me and when finally she was satisfied with my appearance she led me by the hand downstairs and back into the crowded theatre.

During my absence a dispute had broken out and Naomi was trying desperately to calm the audience. “Gentleman, please, calm down, I beg you be silent” she pleaded.

The audience responded with yet another round of disgruntled outbursts and then finally the noise subsided and the room fell silent. Only then did Miss Lucie lead me by the hand onto the center of the stage where I stood self consciously as I smiled shyly at each of the men Naomi had pointed out to me earlier.

“Gentleman, as it stands the highest bid of the evening is twenty thousand pounds, I am sure that this child is worthy every penny of that and more. Before I close this stage of the auction I would like to invite the four highest bidders for a private viewing of the slave, so as I can conclude this matter, for the rest of you gentlemen do no despair, I invite you to partake in the pleasures of Chez Naomi’s.” Naomi snapped her fingers and all of the girls filed onto the stage and began dancing to music which at that moment started to play. Naomi reached out and took me by the hand and led me from the stage through her private corridor to her personal quarters where momentarily we were accompanied by, The Cuban, the Caribbean whore monger, the blond dandy and the Asian privateer.

Naomi was determined to squeeze every last pound from this this fortuitous situation. Chez Lounges had been positioned in a half circle around a plush cushion where I was seated cross legged facing them, Naomi sat behind me.

“Now gentleman, would any of you care to privately examine the boy?” Naomi asked. All four of the men indicated that they were inclined to do so.

Naomi stood up and bade me follow her to her boudoir and she further instructed me to strip off my pantaloons, which I did without question. I stood naked clad only in my gold chain suspended loosely around my narrow waist my only other attire a small ankle bracelet dangling above my bare feet.

The first to examine me was the Asian Privateer. He was very rough in his handling of me as he forced my mouth open and poked his greasy fingers inside my mouth, I was tempted to bite him but I managed to stifle the urge. After he was satisfied that my teeth were in good order he then reached down and grabbed hold of my cock and checked it for diseases, peeling my foreskin and examining the head of my penis carefully. He ordered me to bend over and touch my toes while he inserted his finger inside me, I gasped as he twisted the same finger he had in my mouth this way and that. Next he checked my legs and thighs, painfully squeezing muscles with his strong hands. Lastly he examined my feet. The single thing which he seemed displeased about was the small brand on my butt, which had been placed there by my master Sam Ambroise.

The Caribbean whore monger examination was not dissimilar to the Privateer, except that he seemed less concerned with my brand. Naomi had assured me that he would have calculated his arithmetic and known exactly how many times he would have to sell my body to his customers before he recouped his investment, If he bid to high I would surely die from disease or exhaustion before he realized a profit. I despaired at the thought of this vial man being my Master. I decided that I would kill myself before I would suffer such a fate as a common street whore.

The Cuban was obsessed with the scar under my penis. He examined me closely checking my penis for any scars which may have resulted from having my balls cut out. Having found none, I was bent me over his lap and he inserted his finger inside me. As he twisted the finger I began to moan softly, he rubbed that special place within me and much to my surprise my penis stiffened as small amount of clear fluid leaked from my cock. Involuntarily I thrust my body onto his hand as my small cock erupted for the second time that night, at last he seemed satisfied.

The blond haired dandy’s inspection seemed altogether percular, in that he was the only one who bade me speak. In a cultured and well educated voice he asked me whether I could sing, or perhaps play a musical instrument, I told him that I could indeed play the violin and he seemed very pleased to hear that. Further he asked me if I could read and write and I assured him that I could do that also. Then his faced softened as he asked if I would mind if he were to kiss me. It was the last thing I expected to hear and it caught me completely of guard, you see I had grown accustomed, as a slave does, to never being asked permission for anything, rather I had become used to being ordered to do others bidding. I realized that he was treating me as if I were a normal person, not a slave and I became emotional, suddenly tears began to roll down my cheeks and he completely misunderstood the reason when he soothed me and assured me that he wouldn’t force me to kiss him.

Sobbing I replied “no you don’t understand” but no matter how hard I tried I could not think of a way of articulating my thoughts clearly to him so instead I stopped trying and instead I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him passionately on the lips. As we embraced I felt his cock stiffen between us and I let my kiss linger upon his lips. Breathlessly he held me tightly and finally when we broke apart I asked him why he was interested to buy me. He looked at me closely for a while when suddenly he seemed to come to a decision and he replied. He informed me that he preferred male company over females, and therefore he knew he would never be married but he desperately wanted a son and heir. Intrigued I listened to his story and when he concluded, I despaired for him. He asked me if I were a mulatto and I assured him that I was not, rather my mother had been first generation Irish and my father third generation southern gentleman. I expounded my life story and explained why and how I had come to be in this place and he listened sympathetically, stopping me occasionally to ask a question or to clarify a point. He wanted to know about my father and as I told him about him he correctly judged the hatred in my eyes when he said, “Little one you are more than justified in your feelings, for I myself cannot reconcile caste of a man, who by means of trickery and deceit and for his own personal gain, could sell his son into slavery”

And thus he was stroking my hair and soothing me when suddenly Naomi gently knocked and then opened the door, “the others grow impatient, Monsieur, are you nearly finished?” He looked at me and smiled, “I am far from finished madam but my business here is concluded. This child is not what I seek, so Madam I respectfully take my leave”

His words were as if daggers into my heart and all hope plummeted, for he was the only one I wished to be sold to, tears rolled unabashed down my cheeks as I stared pleadingly at him. His expression appeared sad but then conspiringly he winked slyly at me and then he was gone, and I was utterly confused.

Naomi instructed me to get dressed but to stay in her boudoir until business with the others was concluded. I could hear them speaking in the adjacent room but finally, exhausted I fell asleep on Naomi’s bed.

I know not for how long I slept when Naomi shook me awake and led me sleepily through to the outer room where all but Cuban had left. I knew that my hope for a happy future was gone with the Dandy. “Child, you are now the property of Don Diego Torres, do you understand me?” She declared.

“Yes mam” I answered submissively as tears once again rolled down my cheeks, “I understand”

“Good,” said Diego.

“As a gesture of good will, I have thrown into the deal your three little playmates so child you shall not be lonely on your long journey to your new home.” Naomi said.

“Soon they to shall be without balls, as you are little one” said Don Diego, for I do not wish them to breed my wenches and my caste to mix, unfortunate for the boys certainly, but alas this is the way of the world. But I promise you they will be properly cut, my cutters are the best in all of Cuba. The smaller two shall make excellent house slaves, the older one will be put to the fields.

I waited until he had finished speaking before I asked “Excuse me master, may I speak?”

At first Don Diego seemed angry, but then he relaxed and said. “Ordinarily child I would say no, as I do not allow my slaves to address me less I request it, but seeing as how my money is yet to cross Madam Naomi’s palm, it is up to her to decide” Diego declared arrogantly.

Naomi looked at me curiously for a moment and then replied “Speak your mind child, but be warned, you are now the property of Don Diego Torres and if he deems you to be disrespectful then there is nothing which I can do to protect you from his wrath”

“Yes mam—its just that I would like to know what the future holds for me, is it alright for me to ask such a question?” I said looking down at my feet submissively so as not to offend Diego.

Diego considered my question before answering. “Your future holds nothing or everything child. It is of no concern to you….” He said harshly but then as he looked upon my crestfallen face he sighed and his voice softened a little before he continued. “You will be my personal slave until such time as I tire of using you, you will live in the big house and will be schooled in the ways of the manor. When not serving me you will be a playmate to my three younger daughters,” as he mentioned his children he looked down at my empty groin and smiled, “I am sure that you represent no threat to them, and I am very sure that they will find you quite the novelty with your white skin and light hair. But when you are to old perhaps 16 then I will give you to the best of my breeding bucks to satisfy their needs whence times I do not wish them to breed, for you see I guard my caste very carefully and will not risk putting them to wenches which may become with child.”

I listened wide eyed to the man who now controlled my future and despair descended upon me like a dark storm cloud.

So it was the very next morning I along with my three teenage companions had leg irons attached to our feet and we four were shackled together and led from Chez Naomi’s for the very last time. The madam was unable to look me in the eye, as I pleaded with her to save me.

Diego reveled in parading his latest acquisitions through the streets of Port Jerome while we walked the two miles to where his ship was berthed at the dock. We stood and waited amongst hundreds of tethered black slaves, some were arriving for sale at the auctions, others having already been sold were awaiting transportation to their new homes. Two young white girls and their brother of about the same age noticed me, they appeared no older than I, strolled over and stood in front of me, watching me intently.

“Lordy, Davie look at this one he’s almost white,” said the older of the two sisters. I scowled at her, which did not go unnoticed by Diego’s black overseer and he admonished me with a sharp smack across my buttocks with a bamboo cane and I winced with pain, but I bit into my lip to avoid giving the girl the satisfaction of seeing me cry out.

Encouraged by the overseer the three children stood watching me, they seemed to be taking great delight at my humiliation, “it be ok children, ye may look at him, he be only a worthless slave” said the overseer grinning from ear to ear.

The youngest of the three girls was fascinated at my nudity. “Davey, Davey, look it’s a gelding he doest have any balls” she said giggling. “no balls, no balls” the three of them chanted, while I blushed scarlet with embarrassment.

Then it was time for us to board the ship and the overseer hurried us up the gang plank, as I climbed on board the ship I could hear the taunts of the  three children on the dock. I turned around and I looked back upon Port Jerome, knowing that it would be the last time I would ever see my homes soil again, suddenly out of the corner of my eye I saw a man standing by the pillar he was watching me intently, it was the blond haired Dandy and he gave me a furtive wave as I turned and boarded the ship. If I had known that this would be the last time which I would see sunlight for many days, I would have hesitated longer, for slavers are not well renown for there luxurious accommodations, particularly below decks where the slaves dwell.
END OF THIS CHAPTER...

Should there be enough interest I will continue with this tale, perhaps spending a chapter describing life on a slave ship, not altogether boring for young Callum, and then in the next chapter his three friends loosing something other than their breakfast at sea at the hands of Diego cutter.

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