The Plantation Owners Son Part 4

I didn’t remember much about the next couple of days; except that they were pain filled and I experienced high fever that caused nightmares of two legged pigs and imagining myself being meat in a butchers house, hanging from a hook. Vaguely I recall Sam ordering Nero to place me in the wagon, before I passed out yet again.

When next I regained consciousness I was still in the back of the open cart and rain was falling heavily upon my naked body, the freezing cold November rain awoke me from a restless sleep, I lay there shivering. Slowly memories of the last few days flooded back, Hodge, the pigs and then…. I had hoped that it had all just been a horrible nightmare, but as I reached down between my legs, my worst fears were to be confirmed. Where once my lovely balls once hung, now there was nothing only an empty void, suddenly I realized it hadn’t been a dream it had really happened. I cursed my father for selling me, I cursed Hodge for taking my balls and I cried despairingly for the loss of my manhood.

“Ahh the Brat is awake?” Sam said as he looked down at me, from his mount.

All that had happened to me was suddenly focused as in my rage I lost control and I spat at Sam and yelled, “You filthy white trash, I’ll have you killed just you wait and see, you wait!” I yelled at him.

Sam’s face reddened, “How dare you talk to my like that nigger,” he glowered and with his huge hand he grabbed hold of my wrist and dragged me screaming from the back of the wagon.  

Sam leapt down from his saddle, with a rope he bound my hands together and tied them the pommel of his horse. He snatched the whip from Nero hand.

I felt the whip land on my naked butt and I screamed in terror, five more times the whip found me before I passed out, only to be awoken as Sam threw water on my face.

“You open you mouth again boy and I’m agonna keep to my promise of selling your skinny white ass to the worsest pox ridden whorehouse I can find, ya hear me BOY?”

I looked up Sam, terrified and nodded my head.

“I said you hear me boy?” Sam yelled even more angrily.

“Yes sir, I mean yes master I hear!” I corrected answering Sam.

Whip in hand Sam considered me for a moment, then he threw the whip to Nero and a smile crept across his face, “OK boy I’ll overlook this one little indiscretion, but the next time you open your pretty mouth for anything other than a cock-sucking session, I’m going to make good on my threat.”

Sam hauled me to my feet and bodily threw me into the rear of the wagon, then mounted his horse and rode ahead, Nero smirked at me, then he turned around and we started on our way again.

No matter how hard I tried to reconcile what happened to me I was completely vexed as to why they had taken my balls, its not as if I had been bad or had hurt someone. I was so tired, and sick, finally I gave in to my miseries and descended sobbing into a fitful sleep.

Three days later we crossed the Royal River and headed for the coast. Sam left me to rest in the wagon. Being young and healthy my wound healed quickly. By the time we reached Port Lamont four days later, even the crust on my scar had fallen off leaving behind only a thin pink crease where my balls had once been.

Every night Sam forced me to take Brutus and Nero cocks into my mouth, and service them until they were spent. Sam prohibited either one of them from using my butt, he said he didn’t want my hole stretched as it would reduce my value on the blocks. I didn’t understand his meaning but I was none the less grateful as I had not felt even the slightest sexual urge since my balls had been cut off. Sam seemed very determined that I learn everything there was to learn about using my mouth and hands to please a man, he cuffed me over the head if I were to do something which he deemed to be wrong or not pleasurable, By the time our little party had reached the coast I could use expertly use both my tongue and throat to bring Brutus or Nero to climax, sometimes within minutes of starting, Sam seemed very pleased with my progress.

Once when I had been little my pappy had taken me to Port Jerome to pick up my Uncle who had arrived by sailing ship from England, I remember Port Jerome to be a big and very dirty place. My pappy warned me not to stray too far or else risk being whisked away by slavers. I recall seeing hundreds upon hundreds of black, white and even yellow faces in the teeming crowd.

Sam looked out over the visage, he loved Port Jerome. This town served no other purpose ergo the trade of human suffering, prostitutes and slaves could be and often were sold on every street corner, Sam especially loved the whorehouses, First he would sell his black slaves to a wholesaler then he would visit his favorite house, Chez Naomi.

Sam planned on selling the brat to the Cuban, he knew that selling him in the Americas may be dangerous, some do good carpet bagger was bound to stick his nose in and perhaps someone would actually believe the boy’s story and Sam knew that he would instantly be seen as a kidnapper not the respected slave trader he was. Kidnapping of a white boy in these parts is punishable by hanging. Who knows maybe even the boys father might have a change of heart, for certain the sooner he sold the brat the better.

Sam led the boy by the arm into Naomi’s whorehouse whereupon he was welcomed by no other than the busty mulatto madam, and proprietor, Naomi.

Naomi had already knew that Sam was in town, very little escaped the shrewd madam, she had also heard that Sam had with him a rare cargo and she knew that somehow she should be able to profit from Sam’s good fortune, Naomi was somewhat pleased to see Sam Ambroise walk into her establishment totting his precious cargo

“Monsieur Ambroise! How good it is to see you once again mon bon ami.” Naomi said affectionately using her best New Orleans accent.

“Naomi. Is that you? You look much younger then I remember” Sam answered equally as smoothly, flattering Naomi.

The two worldly old tricksters hugged each other and exchanged pleasantries while the boy stood to one side and looked on curiously.

“Mon petite cherie!” Naomi declared as she turned and studied the small framed white boy with the reddish blond hair and green eyes.

“And who might this pretty little thing be?” She asked Sam.

Sam was aware that Naomi already knew who he was, but he humored Naomi anyway. “The brat is not for sale, at least not by the hour Naomi,” Sam chuckled.

Sam then went on to explain that he had bought the boy from his beleaguered father, he knew better than to lie to Naomi, she was simply to shrewd for him to get away with it. Normally lies better suited his cause, but in this case the truth was just strange enough to win Naomi’s cooperation. Sam told her his plans for the boy and why he needed her help to prepare him for the Cuban.

I stood there and listened as Sam spoke with the black whore, I knew she was a whore because my pappy had warned me about ladies of ill-repute, ladies just like the one standing before me now. She lifted my chin up so as I had no choice but to look up into her eyes. Slowly her bejeweled hand ran over my naked chest and then traveled down over my stomach and then she reached her into my trousers. I tried to pull away and Sam cuffed me on the back of the head, hard, having no choice but to letter her do as she would, I stood still and tried to pretend that I was someplace else. I felt her hand travel down and wrap around my penis and she squeezed it tightly and then lightly her finger touched my scar where my balls once lived.

“Sam you tell the truth the boy is both beautiful and he has not balls, the Cuban will pay a large sum for this brat, but tell me what is it that you want from me?” Naomi asked.

“In three weeks time the Cuban will come to Port Jerome, for the auctions to sell his slaves which have reached saleable age and also to buy new wenches as well as anything else that takes his fancy, and I am sure, this brat will take his fancy. I need for you to prepare the boy, train him in the ways of a whore, make him appealing and make him beautiful, teach him to be a house slave.” Sam said.

“You wish that I should train the boy in the ways of whoring?” Asked Naomi confused, but none the less she salivated at the very thought of it.

“Yes trained but not ruined, I don’t want any of your big dick niggers stretching the boy’s hole and making him worthless, do you understand me?” Sam said.

“And what will I get in return for this service?” Naomi asked.

“You may use the boy for your nightly performances, until one week before the Cuban arrives, at which time I want him rested and looking healthy.”

Naomi stopped listening right after Sam had said, you can have him for your nightly performances, she was ecstatic at this twist of good fortune. Lately her nightly performances had become somewhat mundane, the white whore name Rose, which she had hired from New Orleans was no longer attracting the crowds she had at beginning.

Chez Naomi’s nightly performances were famous in Port Jerome. The weekly stage show brought together a large and mixed crowd, planters, slavers, travelers and even freed slaves, they all came to watch the show and invariably spend there hard earned money on Naomi’s whores. Naomi already had half dozen erotic scenarios that she was planning for the boy’s debut performance.

I had stopped listening, I was standing looking at the pretty mulatto girl who was smiling at me sweetly, and suddenly I became angry because I realized that even if I wanted to there was nothing I could do to satisfy her, not in the way in which a man-boy should. Sam and the lady he called Naomi seemed to talk on forever until finally Sam turned to me.

“Boy I am leaving you with Naomi, you do absolutely everything that she tells you, and do you understand me? And boy I have told Naomi that no one that has a cock bigger than Nero is to fuck you, do you remember how big Nero cock is?”

I blushed red and nodded my head vigorously; my affirmation caused Naomi to burst out laughing.

“Ok boy, you do as I say and you will manage to live a few more weeks.” Sam said as he turned and walked into the parlor, Sam already had spotted the pretty young mulatto and he was planning a good time for himself tonight.

Naomi reached down and took my hand, she led me into an adjoining parlor, and all the while she kept mumbling, wonderful.

“This be, Lucie, she is going to take you upstairs and clean you up, you do as she says boy or I am going to whop your ass, do you hear me?”

“Yes mam.” I replied meekly.

Lucie a large breasted black whore, was darker than any other slave I have ever seen and she had an even stranger accent, that I later found out to be from the island of Jamaica in the Carib.

“First we get things straight Nigger slave, I aren’t no slave never was my pappy was a free man and a trader so don’t you go trying to treat me like no slave you hear” she thundered at me, while I nodded my head fearfully.

She led me upstairs to a room, where a huge black man, in fact the biggest man I have ever seen, much larger than Nero was filling a bath one bucket at a time. He was completely naked. I let my eyes wonder over his body, down towards his privates, I expected to see an equally large penis and balls, but much to my surprise, his penis was not much bigger than mine and like me had no balls. As yet I did not have a name for people like us, but I was soon to find out, Eunuch. I looked sympathetically at the man as he returned my stare impassively, then as Lucie pulled my britches down and he recognized in an instant that I too was a Eunuch he smiled a huge grin at me, we were brothers of a sort.

Lucie pushed me into the boiling hot water and then the big slave proceeded to wash me with a rough cloth. He was very thorough but also very gentle as he washed first my chest and stomach and then my legs and finally my thighs, butt and penis. He gently pulled the skin back from my penis and washed the head. After I had been completely washed he lifted under my arms not unlike a rag doll out of the bath and sat me on a chair, I asked him for a towel with which to dry myself but he did not answer.

“That nigger aren’t got no tongue his master cut it out along with his stones after he done a white woman” Lucie said with an evil smile on her face. “Them whities sure like to roll with us darkies but they aren’t to happy bout the bucks bedding their women” she added.

Either way I didn’t get a towel, the big black eunuch slave Jacob emptied the tub and then refilled it with even more hot water and I got a second bath. Apparently the first bath only just lifted the grime of my body. The second bath went right to my pores and left me wrinkled and as clean as a new born baby.

Next he washed my hair, three times, the last time he used peaches in the water which left a sweet smell in my hair.

Jacob lay me down on the bed and rubbed my entire body with ointments, paying special attention to the small cuts and bruises which covered my body which I had accumulated over the last month. He paid special attention to my tender feet which had become badly scratched and were swollen. First he cleaned them then he rubbed oils into my skin.

Later he rubbed me down with a warm towel and then he lifted me easily into his arms. He carried me up to the top floor, attic where upon he put me into a soft warm bed and covered my body with a feather down. I was overwhelmed by this gentle giant, his kindness and the warm baths caused me to be overcome with emotions, crying I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him and thanked him for his kindness, Jacob patted my back affectionately as he pushed me down into the bed, with his hands he gestured I should sleep and then he left the room.

That same process was repeated every night for the next week, during the day Lucie would teach me how to be a good slave, she taught me how to serve tea, how to walk demurely, how to address the master, all the lessons a good house slave needs to know. Being a bright boy I learnt quickly. Each night Jacob would once again wash and anoint me. By the end of the week I had gotten used to the routine and my skin had taken on a silky sheen and my hair shone like spun gold and smelled sweetly of peaches and soap. Even though I was fed three meals a day, I remained hungry all the time, Lucie told me that if I wasn’t careful I would get fat, she said that happen to eunuch’s so I had to be careful.

As each day went by I grew fonder of Jacob, at night after he put me to bed we would lay together and he would hold me tenderly in his arms, sometimes I would read to him from the books on the shelves. Judging by the dust on the covers it had been a long time since anyone had read any of these books. Jacob particularly seemed to enjoy Moby Dick.

Finally on the Sunday night, exactly one week after Sam dropped me off at Chez Naomi, the madam came to see me, I suspected that something was about to happen that day because Jacob had redoubled his efforts to clean and wash me and Lucie had woven a narrow silken braid into my reddish blond hair, and she had applied a light rouge to my eyes to highlight their color. Lucie dressed me in a simple loose fitting pair of cotton pants that stopped at my calves. She made me wear a small silver ankle bracelet and a matching chain around my midriff and I wore no shoes. Lucie placed a narrow leather choker around my throat and then stood back and admired me.

“ Un bon dieu le garçon est beau” (good god the boy is beautiful, Naomi said to Lucie in her New Orleans French.

“Turn around and let me look at you” she ordered, this time in heavily accented English.

“Its ok Mam, I understand French, if you wish to speak it” I said as I slowly I turned around, I was proud that Naomi had thought me beautiful and I wanted to please her, so slowly I turned around and let her admire my form.

“Beau et intelligent” (Beautiful and intelligent) Naomi replied with a huge smile on her face. “Your papa must be crazy to do this to you…Come with me boy we must speak of important matters” she said as she gestured me towards the door.

I followed the madam downstairs and down a long hallway that led to her private chambers, she held the door open for me and told me to sit on the sofa next to her. Naomi placed one hand on the back of my head and smoothed my hair, she let her other hand roam all over my body, fingers tweaked my nipples, and then she slid her hand down across my flat stomach and felt the muscle tone. Her hand came up and she cupped my chin and turned my face up so she could look me in the eye. Naomi’s eyes were an indeterminate color, so dark. She sighed once again.

“Boy, do you understand what has happened to you?” she asked me.

“My name is Callum, Mam, and yes I do. My pappy sold me to Mister Ambroise and now I am to be his slave to do with as he will, but its not legal and its not fair because I am not a negro I am white and my mumma was white and my pappy is only doing this to save the farm” The words rushed from my mouth and I was about to continue when Naomi suddenly slapped me hard across the face.

“Your name slave, is what ever your master chooses to call you, and do not show such insolence again else I have you flogged! Do you understand me?”

My cheek was stinging and I wasn’t in a hurry to antagonize her any further so I simply nodded my head, yes I understand.

“Good, now we shall proceed. Your master wants me to make you presentable for a new owner, he wants me to train you in the ways of a concubine, and do you know what that means?” she asked me.

“Yes, he wants me to please a master with my mouth and my butt” I answered sadly.

“Good boy, you learn fast, now my reward for having healed your wounds and for teaching you the ways of a whore, is that I get to use you any way in which I see fit, and as I am sure you heard your master stipulate, you are not to be stretched or permanently scarred in any way, that does not mean that I cannot hurt you in other ways, ways which do not leave marks on your pretty skin, do you understand me?” She said as she stroked my cheek.

I didn’t really understand exactly what she meant but the look in her eyes made me sure that she was not to be trifled with and that she was capable of even more cruelty then my master Sam Ambroise.

“Very good, I can tell by your expression that you truly do understand. Now back to business, so that you understand what is required of you tonight you will come to my special theatre and watch our little show, but do not concern yourself, no one shall molest or hurt you in any way, you are only there to understand what is in store for you, One week from now you shall participate in a very special show, a performance that I am preparing personally just for you, mon mignon petit garçon. (My cute little boy). I expect the performance to be a complete sell out and that--my little one, shall be my reward” She said with and expression of satisfaction on he face.

“Now go back to your room and sleep, Lucie will come for you when the time is right, and little one, tomorrow your training begins.

I audibly gulped, as I stood up and slowly backed out of the room. Naomi was laughing.

I went back to my room but I could not sleep, I tossed and turned, finally drifting off into a restless sleep about 9:30pm only to be roughly awoken minutes later by Lucy, shaking me. “Its time, get up and get dressed, and wear this.”

I looked at her confused, she was holding out a dress to me and a blond wig. “I don’t understand Miss Lucie, you want me to wear a dress and, and a wig?” I asked confused.

Lucie laughed, “Slave you be doing  as your told or I will have Jacob Spank you until your butt is red…”

Jacob looked nearly as scared as I as he helped me get into the dress. The tight fitting bodice highlighted the fact that I have no breasts such as a female should, but looking in the mirror it somehow made me look more appealing. The wig was finally placed on my head and brushed into shape, and the transformation was complete. Looking into the full length mirror I hardly recognized myself, for all practical purposes I looked like a very appealing flat chest young girl. When Lucie came into the room and saw me, she gasped in awe.

“Lordie, you is a better looking female than you is a boy”, she said as she proceeded to powder my face and apply bright red coloring to my lips.

After Lucie had finished, my own mother, bless her soul, would not have recognized me, yellow blond hair, red pouting lips and green eye liner, I looked stunning. The last thing Lucie did was hang a pearl necklace around my slender throat and then the transformation to female was complete.

Lucie led me downstairs, the noise from the theatre was deafening, as I entered  the parlor, all heads turned to look at me. The room was packed solid with a diverse array of men; each had one of Naomi pretty whores either on his lap or by his side. Then when Lucie led me across the floor, the room fell silent, I could hear the intake of the men’s breathe as I passed men, and slowly they regained their voices.

Within a few moments I was so crowded in by the men that it became impossible for us to proceed further, a bidding war had broken out; men were offering hundreds of dollars to spend a night with the pretty young girl, the new whore. Naomi sat back in her luxurious chez lounge and laughed out loud.

“Gentleman, Gentleman please, quiet…” and she waited until the room fell silent, before speaking again.

“This Gentleman is Lizzet, and she is new to Chez Naomi, and is yet to be knowledgeable in the ways of our house, she has come downstairs tonight to witness our special show, she is not to be molested, any man who presumes to break my law will be banned from this house forever!” she said steely eyed.

There was angry mumbling around the room and the man that had his hand on my ass quickly removed it.

“But Naomi you tease us with this beauty, its cruel, are we not to sample any of her delights?” said Captain Jaques LeFeit the Pirate from Antigua.

Naomi considered his comments for a moment before she seemed to arrive at a decision. My good Captain LeFeit, you are as usual right, a small sample will not damage my precious little whore.” Naomi said thoughtfully.

“The highest bidder shall receive a special reward, I will allow Lizzet to sit on his lap during the show, and at some time during the show Lizzet may use her mouth to please him. BUT be warned, should I discover that Lizzets privates have been sampled, I shall gut the pig who has defiled her, do you understand?” she bellowed out over the very excited crowd.

“Good! Now Lizzet my darling get up on the stage and show us what these fine gentleman are bidding for!” said Naomi as the crowd burst into spontaneous excited chatter.

Lucie pushed me through the crowd towards the stage. Reluctantly I climbed the stairs and stood shyly and looked out at the audience full of lust crazed men and jealous women. Music suddenly started to play.

Naomi looked me straight in the eye, “dance Lizzet, like you have never danced before, do not make me regret this” she said.

Slowly I let my body sway to the music, moving my hips to the tune of the violin, I thrust my hips out, and with each move the men cheered more as I became braver, I danced and swayed as provocatively as I knew how, every few seconds I heard a loud scream from the audience, “One hundred dollars, offers one eye jack from Missouri, one hundred fifty from Captain LeFeit, two hundred dollars from Claud Lerue from New Orleans.” The more I relaxed the higher the bids went until finally the bidding stopped at “five hundred dollars”.

A fat Latino man was waving his money excitedly in the air, the crowd taunted him, “The most expensive suck job you will ever have Diego, “called out LeFeit,” angry that he had been out bid.

“Enough! settle down gentleman. The main show is about to begin, Captain Diego, come, bring me your money so as I can be sure it is no forgery, and collect your prize,” Naomi said as she gestured for me to come down from the stage. I did a final pirouette that sent the crowd into lustful whistles as I descended the stairs to where Naomi was seated.

Naomi thought to herself, this little one has talent, he will bring his master much pleasure and Naomi and Ambroise much money, but his sale must be handled correctly, presented in just the right way, already and idea was forming in her head, as the boy approached her.

“Listen to me child, if Diego touches you here,” she said reaching down between my legs and squeezing me,” then you scream as loud as you can and someone will come for you and Diego will be dead, he will know this so I do not believe him foolish enough to do so. Child you are to use your mouth on him and your hands, nothing else do you understand me?” Naomi said fixing me with her stare.

“Yes mam, I understand,” I replied, and then she slapped me hard on the butt and shoved me towards Diego, much to the pleasure of the crowd and Diego who approached more quickly than what was warranted.

Naomi spoke quietly and quickly to Diego, she gestured towards Jacob who was standing near the door, she made the universal sign of slitting a throat as Diego paled somewhat, but then Naomi smiled and made a rude gesture and he relaxed.

Diego approached me, he took my hand and kissed the back of it, then he lifted my chin and kissed me full on the lips causing the crowd to once again explode into lustful gestures and comments. I blushed red, but returned his kiss with fervor.

He walked me over to his table, right at the front near the stage and I expected one of his men to get up and make room for me but no one did. Diego sat down and pulled me down onto his lap. I could feel his, already stiff cock, poking into my butt. Gently he stroked my cheek as he rocked me back and forth on his lap.

Suddenly the lights went out, and then there was a pause.

“Ladies and Gentleman, welcome to Chez Naomi’s, the most famous house in all of the south, tonight for your explicit pleasure we have a performance for you, please put your hands together for the lovely Rose, our jungle goddess” Said Naomi as she left the stage as the curtains were drawn back to reveal a jungle setting.

A well spoken man commenced the narration, just as a beautiful white girl, maybe 18 years old wondered onto the stage, she was wearing the sorts of clothes one might expect an explorer to be wearing and she wore a pith hat. She looked frightened.

“Our lovely Rose has become lost in the wilds of Africa and she desperately seeks her knight in shining armor to come to her rescue, but alas it is not to be”

Just at the moment, jungle drums began to play, at first they were not very loud but slowly they became more insistent. Rose looked around nervously, her hand clutching her breast. I, like everyone else, sat mesmerized at the scene being played out on the stage before us, I was wondering what would happen next when suddenly a white man sprang out from behind the bushes.

“Rose, ooh Rose my darling I have found you, you are rescued my darling” he said with more confidence than was felt by the audience.

“Clifford, ooh my darling husband Clifford you have come to save me from these wild savages” said Rose and she ran across the stage into his arms, they hugged each other and kissed passionately.

The narrator spoke, “But alas it is not to be as fair Rose shall soon find out”

All of a sudden five of the fiercest looking natives I have ever set eyes up, and all of them carrying spears leapt out from behind the bushes, it happened so suddenly that the entire audience gasped in fright. Rose screamed and her husband turned, within seconds the natives had him on the ground and were driving their spears into his body. Rose continued to scream, I screamed, which made the audience laugh, clearly I thought he was dead, but then Rose turned towards me and winked and I blushed scarlet because I suddenly realized that he wasn’t really.

Two of the natives held Rose while the other three carried the body of her husband behind the bushes, then the other three returned.

The largest of the natives reached out and stroked Rose’s golden blond hair, almost lovingly, then he ran his hand down her chin, promptly she bit him and he screamed at her angrily and slapped her hard in the face, and even I could tell he wasn’t acting at that point, the noise was quite audible.

Suddenly he reached out and grabbed hold of her beautiful silk dress and with one huge rip, tore the dress all the way down the front, the dress fell to the floor in a small mountain of silk and lace, I watched wide eyed as poor Rose was left standing there in her flimsy camisole, So mesmerized was I that I hadn’t noticed that Diego was kissing my throat and rocking me fervently upon his lap.

Suddenly the native tore of his loin cloth and revealed to the audience the largest penis I have ever seen or likely ever see in my life, it had to be at least two hand spans long and at least as thick as my wrist, Rose nearly feinted when she viewed his maleness. I called out, run Rose, run, save yourself. Diego burst out laughing and so did the other men at our table.

But it was not to be, the huge black man ripped Rose camisole from her body and she stood in front of him now completely naked, suddenly he was on top of her pressing her into the ground. Rose screamed in terror when he pushed his huge cock in between her legs, I would not have thought it possible but somehow he managed to get all of it inside Rose, and she did not have to act very hard when she screamed out loud in pain.

Meanwhile Diego was becoming more insistent, but I couldn’t take my eyes of Rose but he had other ideas when he turned my head towards him and kissed me hard on the lips. I tore my head away to look at Rose who was being pounded into the stage by the huge black cock, but Diego turned my head back around and I saw my lip coloring  on his lips and almost laughed, but I thought it prudent not to. Once again he kissed me hard on the lips and then his tongue entered my mouth and explored my oral cavity.

Suddenly the tension in the room seemed to rise even higher and Diego let me go so as he could watch what was happening on the stage. The black savage was pumping his penis into Rose like a machine and Rose was grunting and pushing back equally as hard, she seemed lost in their dalliance, her eyes glazed over.

Suddenly the huge black savage gave out a guttural scream and I could hear a wet plopping sound as he pulled his cock out of Rose, huge ropes of white cum spilled onto her white tummy in sporadic blasts that seemed to go on and on, then It was over and Rose lay panting, eyes glassed over, for a moment I feared her to be dead.

Diego no longer able to control himself, suddenly pushed me off his lap and onto my knees, he released his penis from within his britches and pushed it urgently at my mouth. I glanced towards Naomi whom was watching me intensely and she shot me a warning glance the message of which was unmistakable, so I opened my mouth and took the head of Diego penis inside me and I started to suck his cock. I was somewhat better off than poor Rose as Diego cock was not even a hand span long and not nearly as wide as my wrist. I decided it best to make it good for Diego or else face the wrath of Naomi.

Slowly I ran my tongue around the tip of his cock, tasting his pre-cum fluids as they hit my taste buds. Then I worked my mouth down to the very base of his cock and felt the head of his appendage at the back of my mouth, it wasn’t long enough to enter my throat, at least not in the way that Brutus cock had.

I brought my head up slowly, licking the underside of his cock on the way up, then I pulled my mouth completely of his cock and peeled back his fore skin with my hand, I slid my tongue into his piss slit as far as I could and heard Diego groan with pleasure. Slowly I slid my mouth back down to the root of his penis and sucked on his cock, Diego started to buck his hips to meet my sucking mouth.

Meanwhile up on the stage Rose was being fucked by one black savage and she was sucking on another and the crowd were going crazy, all around the room the whores were being groped by lust crazed men, I saw at least two girls on their knees sucking on men’s cocks, at least I wasn’t on my own.

When next I looked at Rose she had every single orifice of her body filled by a black cock as she was being pulled this way and that. Suddenly my attention was drawn back to Diego as he jerked uncontrollably and his hand pushed down on the back of my head and suddenly his whole body stiffened and he came. For a small man he sure had a lot of daddy milk in him. Spurt after spurt blasted out the end of his penis and into my mouth. Pretty soon I had to swallow the sticky mess else risk gagging on his juices, so I did, eventually he stopped spurting as slowly I removed my mouth from him.

I glanced across and saw Naomi watching fascinated, seductively I smiled at her, with my finger I scooped up the cum which had dribbled down my chin, I put my finger in my mouth and licked it clean, then I climbed into Diego lap and kissed him long and hard on the lips, within seconds he was hard again, and for the second time I went down on him and drank his juices until his body had no more to offer.

The men at the table went crazy, one man reached across and tried to drag me onto his lap, but within seconds Jacob was there and lifted me out of harms way, carrying me towards the exit, hung over his shoulder while the crowd yelled with disappointment at my departure. I smiled sexily at them and waved which calmed them somewhat.

My last image of Rose, she was sitting atop the large black buck who had deflowered her, she had a cock inside her cunny, another cock had been pushed up her butt from behind, she was sucking yet another savage, and meanwhile she had a cock in each of her hands and was stroking them as hard as she could manage.

Jacob took me up to my room and he seemed very angry with me. I didn’t understand, I had only done what I was told. As he bathed me he was uncharacteristically rough and I became angry with him and kicked him hard in the shin. Jacob grabbed hold of me and bent my naked form over his knee and he spanked me. I yelled profanities at him, I kicked at him, but it made no difference, finally I burst into tears and he stopped. He lifted me into his arms and hugged me until I fell asleep and then he gently placed me naked into my bed where upon I slept fitfully.

I was awoken the next morning by none other than the madam her self, Naomi was gently stroking my cheek, her hands roamed down my naked body. She was wearing a silk nightgown she was naked underneath.

Naomi reached down and kissed me gently on the lips as I looked round eyed at her.

“fear not mon magnifique petit garçon, (my gorgeous little boy)  I will not harm you, she said as her lips once again found mine. I opened my mouth submissively and let her kiss me. She pulled back the covers to reveal my nudity and sighed appreciatively. Slowly Naomi ran her tongue down the smooth white skin of my throat, then down to my small red nipples. She sucked my nipple into her mouth and teased it with her teeth. My nipple, just like Rose’s nipple last night, stiffened. Slowly Naomi mouthed her way down my body until finally reaching my limp penis.

She wrapped her fat lips around my skinny shaft and sucked it into her mouth, and despite everything to my surprise my penis became erect. Naomi seductively ran her tongue over my scar which by now was completely healed, then she pushed her tongue up into my bum crack and licked me there, I sighed and lifted my hips up to give her better access, she laughed in amusement.

“Even with no stones you are still a sexy little whore, the person who cut you should be killed for such wastage” she said as she continued to seduce me with her womanly charms.

Slowly Naomi got up from the bed and stripped of her night gown, revealing a surprisingly firm body for a woman her age. She had large breasts and a trim waist.

Naomi lay down beside me and motioned for me to pleasure her, I did not know how and it showed clearly on my face. Naomi pulled me up by the arms and lay me atop her, she kissed me passionately on the lips and then pushed my head down to her throat. Quickly I got the gist and commenced to lick and suck my way down her body. When I licked her huge nipples she gave out a sigh of pleasure.

I very much wanted to please her so I continued to suck her nipple, first one and then the other until she could take it no more and she pushed my head down between her legs. The taste that met my senses was unlike anything I had ever tasted before, not salty and brackish like a mans daddy milk but a taste I could not easily identify. It was not as pleasant as the taste of a man I thought, but bearable.

I found a spot within her folds which when I sucked it into my mouth it made her call out lustfully with pleasure, a peculiar nub indeed, almost like a miniature penis. I sucked harder on her nib and she screamed even louder and squeezed my head painfully between her thighs, thensuddenly my mouth was flooded with her juices and her back arched clear of the bed and Naomi let out a blood curdling scream. I continued to suck at her but she pushed my head away.

I was immediately worried. “have I displeased you?” I asked worried.

“Ooh my little darling, nothing you can do could possibly displease me,” she said as she dragged me up her body and lay me atop her ample breasts, she held me so as we both fell asleep, Naomi sated, and I happy that I had pleased her.

When next I awoke Naomi was already up she was once again dressed and sitting on the chez lounge reading the newspaper. I beamed up at her and made no attempt to conceal my nudity when she gestured me towards her.

She stroked my cheek lovingly as she spoke. “What did you think of our little performance last night” Naomi inquired.

“Is Rose ok? Please tell me that she was unharmed” I was concerned about Rose well being.

Naomi looked perplexed as she considered me carefully before she spoke again, this time she looked decidedly sad. “I could love a child such as you, was it not that you are a slave, your innocence is most appealing. Despite all that has been done to you, you still have compassion within your heart that is indeed rare.”

I could not understand how I being harmed could possibly affect how I feel about someone like Rose and I looked back at Naomi confused.

“Rose is a whore, she has been so since before you were born and she will be so for the rest of her days, she is not worthy of either your pity or your concern, do you understand me?”

I considered what Naomi was telling me. “But mam, aren’t I too a whore, much worse a slave whore, so will I never be worthy of anybodies love or pity?” I asked, as a tear rolled down my cheek.

“Indeed boy you are that, and yes you’re right, and I am as guilty as you are for seeing it any other way. Tomorrow morning we start your preparation to that end, and next Saturday night it will be you up on that stage and I expect a monumental performance or else you shall fell my wrath, do you understand me?”

Tears rolled down my cheek, but I nodded my head nonetheless, I understood her completely.

Later that day Sam Ambroise called in to check on me, and Naomi took the opportunity to inform him of her plan.

“How is the Brat doing Naomi?” Sam inquired.

“He is a most remarkable child, you really have made a mistake in having his balls removed” Naomi said almost rhetorically.

“Maybe, maybe, but the Cuban does not like the young ones with balls, especially the light skinned ones, he is afraid that they will breed with his brood of darkies. Besides the boy will be more appealing to the Cuban with no balls, he has a thing about sleeping with males, your know that, but a child with no balls is not male to the Cuban, removing his balls much enhances his value. The Cuban will use the boy until he tires of him then he will make use of him as a whore to satisfy his bucks that are not breeding, a boy is much better at this task as he obviously cannot be with child” explained Sam.

“There are others, equally as wealthy as the Cuban who would pay as much for the boy if not more, why do you not seek to sell him amongst those?” Naomi injected

“Maybe so but not many of those men will be willing to buy the boy and keep him in the Americas, it’s simply to dangerous, the Cuban will take him to his country and that is the last we shall hear from the boy. You spoke of a plan; please tell me what it is which you are proposing Naomi.” Sam asked impatiently, wanting to get down to business.

“What I am proposing is that maybe we should let the cards fall where they may” she answered mysteriously.

Sam looked confused and became impatient, he hated riddles. Naomi let him brood for a moment longer before she put her hand up to stop him as he opened his mouth to speak.

“Let me explain. I propose that we skill the boy in the way in which we have already agreed, but we choreograph a special production, just for him. Next Saturday night the boy performs on the stage, the show will be such that every male appendage in the house shall be erect, but here is the point of my plan. I will only invite certain guests, the wealthiest of the wealthy, I have already sent out the invitations, including one to the Cuban, for he cannot and would not refuse and invitation from Chez Naomi.”

Sam was starting to get excited.

During the said performance we accept bids to sell the boy, the show will go on until the highest bid has been reached, at that point the boys new owner can decide if the show shall continue, Maybe we can suggest that other buyers compensate the new owner for his property being further used on the stage” Naomi finished describing her plan with a satisfied expression on her face.

Sam beamed at her. “Naomi you would have to be the wiliest cleverest whore on this side of the Atlantic, and a most formidable business woman to boot, but are you sure that the boys performance will warrant this kind of interest?” Sam said, throwing cold water on Naomi plan.

Naomi smiled confidently at Sam, “I can assure you this little man will perform, I will personally take charge of his training and as you know I have trained some of the best whores in the south, besides I have potions that will cause the boy to want to hump an iron bed pan if he cannot find an alternative. Trust me when I say this to you, that boy will make us both rich” Naomi finished.

Sam looked worried, “ And exactly how much do you plan on charging me, to make me this wealthy?” he asked her.

Naomi looked him straight in the eye and replied, “fifty percent of the sale price, after you have recovered your original investment”

Sam was about to object, but Naomi was right, she could make him wealthy from the sale of this single slave and he was in no mood to piss that opportunity away, so instead he smiled at her, “agreed Naomi, now allow me that pretty little mulatto slut to close escrow” he laughed.

Naomi smiled at Sam, “of course Sam, is there any other way to close escrow than between the thighs of a beautiful woman”

Continued in, Callum is sold to the highest bidder

If you are enjoying this story then please write to me and tell me. There has been a long break between chapters because I started on another story the Hunter and the boy. A lot of people felt that the last chapter was too bizarre and perhaps it was but a lot of other people have asked me to continue on with the story regardless.