The Plantation Owners Son Part 7

It was time to go down below for the long journey to the island of Cuba.

As we passed below top-deck-level I stumbled down the ladder towards the ships hold, suddenly a foul stench assaulted my nostrils a combination of male perspiration, urine and sex, and I gagged involuntarily. My eyes had not yet grown accustomed to the darkness so I was feeling my way along the wall when suddenly the Overseer pulled savagely on my neck chain and I was jerked forward. I tripped and fell down and I landed upon the legs of a row of tightly packed slaves, all of which were naked. They were chained to large metal ringlets secured to heavy planking on either side of the ships hold.

I struggled to regain my feet but black hands began groping my body, a hand found its way in between my legs, another was exploring my thighs and yet another had hold of my hair. I opened my mouth to scream for help but suddenly my face was pushed down onto a huge black cock and instead I gave out a strangled sound, almost vomiting when the shaft was forced deeply into my mouth. I could not breathe as its owner lifted my head up and down by my hair and as he plundered my throat I felt fingers penetrate me from behind and my eyes widened at the sudden intrusion. In only a few short minutes of being on this wretched ship I was being ravished.

Suddenly there was a loud whip-crack, followed by a scream of pain and then suddenly I was free. I wasted no time in scrambling to my feet. I tasted blood in my mouth from the man I had bitten as tried to rape my throat.

The Overseer hadn’t as yet been able to ascertain the temperament of the white slave but already he hated him, as he hated all whites, slaves or not. The black Overseer looked forward to having a slave which he could vent his hatred upon, but he must be careful, his master had warned him should the child be harmed in any way then the overseer’s life would be forfeit. So with much reluctance he had removed the blood stained whip from his wide leather belt and savagely lashed the slave holding the boy, until he cowered with his hands protecting his face, thus releasing the child. The boy got shakily to his feet and backed-up all the way to the ladder before coming up short on his chain and being jerked to a stop. The three black teenagers stood watching passively from the relatively safe distance that there chains afforded them.

He led the frightened boys past the long row of tethered slaves until finally he reached a small trapdoor at the very end of the corridor, near-to the bows of the ship. The small room was the anchor rope compartment and it was barely high enough for a man to stand up in, especially when all of the anchor rope had been stored. There was however, sufficient room for the four teenage boys to sleep. He pushed the boys into the compartment, leaned inside and padlocked their chain to a large anchor cleat. He pulled down hard on the padlock to make sure that it was secure. The light in the room shone through a small gap between the anchor rope leads and the deck above, it wasn’t much light but it was a whole lot more light than the main hold, which was literally black. The Overseer smiled, while the ship remained tied up at the dock their accommodation wasn’t to bad, but once the ship was underway and the ships bows ploughed deeply through the waves, conditions would be somewhat worse.

The overseer had eventually rescued me from being raped. His reluctance frightened me, for I knew that it was only his fear of our master that compelled him to do so. Afterwards he had led the four of us to a small compartment at the front of the ship where there was stored a very large rope which I guessed to be the anchor rope. When compared to the main hold it didn’t seem too bad, the salty smell of the Hessian rope was infinitely more pleasurable to my senses than the foul stench that permutated throughout the main hold where the rest of the slaves were chained.

I looked closely at my traveling companions as if seeing them for the first time. Throughout the morning they had spoken softly amongst themselves and in a language I could neither speak nor fathom its meaning, but I took to be their native African language. I could not decide if in the fact the boys had ever had hair on their heads or not, as they appeared bald, I thought perhaps it was so in their tribe. They were all tall lean and muscular with good builds and strong legs. Looking upon the twins I could not tell them apart. Even their cocks were identical. The older brother was merely a larger version of the two smaller boys, except he had a solid brass earring through his right ear lobe which looked most appealing against his coal black skin. I decided to attempt to communicate with them.

“My name” I said slowly while looking at the older boy and pointing at my chest, “is C a l l u m” I sounded each syllable out slowly. As I looked at him inquisitively, waiting for a response, but none came, he did not understand me. I tried different ways of communicating with them but to no avail, they seemed perfectly happy to ignore me, so feeling very lonely I gave up trying and instead sat down on the coil of rope and rested my face in my hands and started to sob. I could hear the boys chatter amongst themselves, the twins seemed to be arguing with their older brother.

Then one of the twins came over and sat next to me, he placed his arm around my shoulder affectionately and he tried to sooth me. I looked up into his angelic face, and even though I knew he couldn’t understand my words I thanked him none the less as slowly my tears subsided and we lay down together on the coil of rope and slept.

Later, the noises of a ship underway and the gentle rocking motion awoke me, looking up through the small hole in the ceiling I realized that it was dark outside So we must have sailed on the high tide. The weather was relatively calm as there was no violent movement in our small but cozy compartment. Slowly as my eyes adjusted to the dim light I panicked because I thought I was alone, but then I realized that my friend’s skin was so dark as to be invisible in the low light within the small chamber. From the other side of the locker I could hear someone sigh softly and then a moan which was unmistakable and I realized much to my embarrassment that the boys were engaged in sex play. For a while I lay there and pretended to be asleep. I could see naught of what was happening only two foot from where I lay.

Suddenly a hand rested lightly upon my stomach and started to caress me, slowly the fingers traveled up and down my torso, finding my nipple and pinching it. I lay submissively on my back and enjoyed the experience, feeling the tension of the day start to ebb from my body, meanwhile his hand roamed unfettered over my body. There was a pause and then I felt his lips on my cheek, searching for my mouth, I turned my head slightly and parted my lips and was instantly rewarded as his tongue wove its way into my willing mouth and we kissed passionately.

I wanted the kiss to last forever and I resisted and tried to hold onto the boy as he slowly pulled away from me, then suddenly strong hands were lifting me up and turning me over onto my stomach seconds later I felt his hot body straddle me from behind. My naked front lay crushed on the rough Hessian rope and it tickled the skin on my thighs and stomach as he slowly began to massage my body as he slid up and down on top of me. I could feel his hot penis slide up through my thighs and then through the crack of my ass cheeks, it felt like a hot slippery eel and it left a moist trail of his pre-cum on my lower back. Suddenly I felt his fingers searching for my hole, when he found it he pushed ever so slowly until it opened up to him. He spat on his fingers and proceeded to slide them in and out of me until I was well lubricated.

And then his fingers left me, and once again he resumed sliding up and down my body, each time his penis caught in between my legs and then sprang up and slid through my ass crack, then slowly as my body started to react I pushed my hips up to match his thrust and then it happened, his cock caught on my hole and he pressed against me until suddenly with a pop the head entered me and we both let out a moan of pleasure. We rested for a while and then ever so slowly he pushed more and more of his hot cock inside me until eventually it bottomed out and I could feel his hot heavy balls resting on my bum, then he started to fuck me and we both moaned loudly as his pace quickened. We were both so horny that neither of us lasted very long, each time he hit that spot within me I thrust my hips back at him and eventually he lost all control and let out a scream of passion as he blasted his scalding load deep into my bowels. He lay atop me a while and we both rested, suddenly he was being pulled off me and no sooner did I feel the cool air on my naked back the another boy took his place and within minutes his hot cock was pumping inside me and he let his juice flow into me.

That’s how pleasurably our first night at sea was spent, at times I sucked one boy while being fucked by another, it was no wonder that by morning I was neither hungry or thirsty as each of them had fucked me at least twice during the night and I was so full of their juices that it leaked out freely from in between my thighs. I soon discovered that my favorite position was on my back with my smooth white legs resting on his shoulders, his hands pulling me towards him by my thighs, as he thrust deeply into me, I moaned each time their cocks rubbed against my spot. I had my head arched way back over the edge of the coil of rope where I could take another boys cock all the way into my throat, leaving room for the third boy to suck my cock and play with my nipples while he pressed heavily down onto my flat stomach.

Morning light found all four of us exhausted and sleeping. I lay with my head resting on the older brother’s arm, meanwhile the twins muscular black legs were intertwined with my skinny white legs, holding my thighs invitingly apart while one arms lay protectively across my middle and another was wrapped around my limp shaft. Suddenly we were awoken by laughter and then as we opened our eyes a bucket of cold water was thrown upon us. The overseer stood grinning above us, from the angle we were looking up at him I could see he was aroused. He had opened the deck hatch to cast the water in on top of us. He continued to dump water on us until we were soaking wet and somewhat cleaner.

The hatch was left open for most of the morning and the sunlight and fresh air was a welcome relief from the stuffy conditions below deck. At noon stale bread and a goatskin bag of fresh water was thrown down to us. As we had not eaten since departing Madam Naomi’s we all ate hungrily and we very nearly emptied the goatskin gourd of its contents. Being the smallest of the four I was the last to get my share but none the less I ate as if ravished.

Now that It was light I could clearly see every aspect of our little abode and it had some interesting features, for one thing there was a grate covering the floor, upon lifting it up I noticed that it was a drain that lead to the ships bilge, and I determined that it be a good place for my companions and myself to relieve ourselves so as we would not have to sleep in our own waste fluids. The other important feature was a small metal porthole, without thinking I immediately opened it up and was instantly rewarded with a face full of freezing cold sea water, each time the ship ploughed through troughs water poured in through the open port hole. It was unfortunate that we could not leave it open for fresh air however it would be useful for water to clean the compartment. By nature I am a very clean person and I endeavored to make our living quarters as clean and hygienic as possible under the circumstance, my teenage friends looked upon me as if I were insane as I washed down the rope and the floor.

Gradually as day drifted into night and then one day into the next we slowly got used to our routine on the ship. The overseer gave us food but once a day and we were given a new gourd of water every two days. As the ship moved farther out to sea the conditions became rough and our little compartment would shake and roll violently as the bows of the ship crashed through waves. Soon my traveling companions were sea-sick which made conditions very unpleasant for all of us. The only benefit to me was that the boys were to sick to want to have sex with me, so I was able to rest and recoup my energy, up until then they had fucked me almost non stop 24 hours a day and I was nearly dead from exhaustion. That’s not to say I didn’t enjoy it, but it was too much, at times they almost seemed to work in shifts, two would sleep while one would fuck me, other times one would sleep and two would fuck me.

Each day was a repeat of the previous day until our tenth day at sea when things changed dramatically. The overseer opened the trap door of our compartment and he unchained my three companions, leaving me all alone for the rest of the night. I did not see them again until morning but I heard their cries of anguish from up on deck and I guessed what was happening to them. The next morning they were brought back to our room and chained up again and when I saw their appearance my worst fears were realized. I managed to decipher from them that the crew had used them much in the same way as I had been previously used by Brutus and Nero. The twins were inconsolable in their grief, meanwhile their older brother sat motionless in the corner, when I tried to approach him he pushed me away viciously, all things considered he looked defeated and beaten down. I opened the porthole and collected as much salt water as I could, I then proceeded to wash the grime and scum of their bodies, soothing them as best I could by humming a melody that my nanny used to sing to me as a small child. All three of them had dried blood around their hole. I was shocked by the thoughtlessness of the men who had used them, no lubrication had been used as their virgin holes were ruthlessly plundered.

And so it was for the next three nights, each evening the Overseer would come for them and they were taken up on deck and used by the crew, in the morning they were returned battered, bloodied and completely exhausted. Every day that went past they become more despondent until eventually the three of them sat almost comatose and stared off into space, completely lost in their own tormented thoughts. The twins no longer cried and the older boy hardly ever spoke at all. My heart was filled with sadness and empathy for them.

The next night the Overseer did not come for them and the boys slept fitfully until morning. Mid morning he finally came to get them, which confused me as up until that moment he had only come during the night. I heard the unsettled murmurings of the slaves in the main hold as the trap door was closed and the boys escorted up to the main deck.

Finally around mid afternoon the overseer returned and I turned pale with fright as this time he unshackled me from the metal cleat block and then he led me through the main hold past the leering eyes of the chained slaves and up the ladder to the main deck. The bright sunlight blinded me as slowly the world above deck came into focus, and as it did I solely wished it hadn’t. The sight that beheld my eyes made me weak at the knees. Tied up spread eagle across three rough wooden cargo crates, secured mid-ship and spaced equally on the main deck, were my three companions. But that is not what frightened me the most, rather it was the huge black man standing over them, tattoos covered almost every inch of his large frame, in his hand he held a curved knife which he was sharpening on a blood stone. He looked the fiercest person I have ever set eyes upon.

The overseer motioned me forward but I resisted, digging my heels into the wooden deck, but he simply lifted me under the arms and moved me forward until I was dropped onto my knees next to the middle packing crate which had my older friend tied upon it. As I looked around frantically I noticed for the first time Don Diego standing at the helm of the ship, I immediately lowered my eyes submissively.

“Ahh little one, I am very glad that you are here to witness this” he said as he descended the steps from the poop deck and approached me.

“Lift your face child so as I may look upon your beauty” he ordered.

I lifted my chin slowly and looked up into his face. Unlike us slaves ocean traveling seemed to agree with him as he was deeply tanned and had a healthy glow about him. His brow creased with worry as he examined me, he scowled and turned towards the overseer and spoke.

“The boy looks pale and he looks sick, have you been feeding him properly and has he had sufficient water for he appears in need of hydration.” he said in a menacing tone, directing his anger at the man.

The overseer’s eyes became round with fear and he stuttered badly as he replied. He assured Don Diego Torres that I had been fed once a day every day since leaving Port Jerome, and that I had plenty of water. There was a pause while Don Diego considered me and then he asked the Overseer to explain my sickly appearance. The Overseer, not being one to accept responsibility easily, quickly responded that maybe the African boys had been eating all the food and drinking all the water and leaving me to starve.

Diego looked doubtful when he asked me, “is this true lad?”

“No, they have given me my share,” I said, “but I haven’t been very hungry because I have been seasick” I lied.

For a short while he looked skeptical and it appeared as if Diego did not believe me, but then his face relaxed a little. “Well little one we shall move you to more suitable quarters and I personally shall make sure that you eat your food, I am not about to waste thirty thousand pounds on an emaciated and starving child” he said to no one in particular.”

“But that is for later, this moment we have other business to attend to for the time has come for your traveling companions to be the same as you. I cannot risk them breeding with my wenches so their stones must go and it must be done before we reach my homeland. This man is Salvador he is a cutter from the Middle East that has cut may hundreds of slaves of all creeds. He will remove the boy’s stones efficiently, and they will not die in the process.”

Diego signaled to his cutter to commence the proceedings, as I looked on horrified.

The first to loose his balls would be the oldest of the teenagers.

His wrists were tied with leather straps to the top two corners of the packing crate, stretching his shoulders so as his arms were almost in a straight line. All of his middle-back lay upon the crate. His legs were secured by two long ropes that stretched all the way up to the yardarms in the ships rigging, his cock and balls vulnerable as his legs were stretched in what had to be a most painful position, up and out from his body. His balls and cock hung down below him and to my horror I saw beneath him a metal hearth, such as is used by black smiths. In the hearth rested red hot coals. The heat from the coals was rising up into the teenager’s balls and cock, effectively heating them and causing them to sag.

I stood and stared as if in a hypnotic trance, my mouth fell open but no sound came out when I looked into my friend’s eyes and saw the terror within. And then suddenly he screamed, quickly a sailor pushed a gag into his mouth.

The Cutter had gathered a leather tie from his waist bag and arranged it into a slip knot, which he placed over his wrist. With his left hand he grabbed hold of the boys ball bag and massaged it slowly, he could feel the little round orbs moving under his fingers, then suddenly he pulled hard on the sac and stretched it far from the teens body, that’s when he screamed, but the cutter paid him no mind as he deftly slid the slip knot off his wrist and around the boys ball-sac. He pushed the leather thong as far towards the teens groin as he could before he pulled the slip knot tight effectively cutting off the blood flow to the teens testicles. The boy’s legs thrashed wildly but the yardarm held him firmly.

The Cutter rummaged around inside his tool belt until he found the implements he needed, the long curved knife he had already sharpened and it lay on the crate next to the boy, right in the boy’s line of site. The cutter enjoyed this part, the anticipation, the boy knowing that soon he would never be a man, but rather a slave eunuch. Before he started cutting he checked to make sure that his branding iron was white hot and that his small cauldron of pitch was boiling and then he started.

Once again he pulled the boys ball-sac down and away from his body, the boy jerked at his touch. His penis hung limp, curious thought the cutter to himself, some become erect and cum as he cuts them, others such as this one remain limp, he shook the thoughts from his mind as he concentrated on the business at hand. Slowly he massaged the two perfect orbs until they were either side of the small crease where Mother Nature had provided a neat line for him to cut into. The cutter reached for his knife, and he locked his eyes onto the boys, the boy was crying and his eyes pleaded for the cutter to stop, but the cutter simply smiled at him and then the knife went in.

The boy’s eyes went wide and then rolled back into his head as the cutter pushed the knife expertly into his ball-sac and he pulled down hard on the handle, neatly splitting the ball sac in two halves. Now some cutters remove the balls next, but Salvador had his own technique, he liked to remove the entire ball-sac and leave the two orbs dangling, let the boy keep his balls for as long as possible he chuckled to himself. Slowly and meticulously he cut all the way around the leather thong and then with one flick of his powerful wrist the ball-sac was loose from the boy’s body and he was able to pop the two orbs, still in their protective membrane out from the ball bag. He threw the ball bag onto the deck which was now covered with copious quantities of the boy’s blood.

I watched horrified, when the knife went in I screamed out, “NO, STOP” and Diego cuffed me hard over the back of the head and bade me be silent. I ran over to the ships rail bent over double and vomited the contents of my stomach into the ocean behind me I could hear Diego and the sailors laugh at me. He ordered me back to him, he was determined that I should watch. As I approached Diego, the cutter threw my friends ball-sac onto the ships deck which ran red with blood. Instantly seagulls swept down from the rigging and fought over the fresh meat as they tore it to pieces and devoured it. Once again I was overcome with nausea and I ran to the ships rail and was sick all over again, this time there was nothing to bring up so I dry wretched.

Next the cutter pulled the boys left ball all the way out, stretching the cord as far as it would go, then he pick up the red hot iron and with the short flat end he touched it onto the boys cord and instantly it severed and the cord snapped audibly into the boys groin where it promptly disappeared inside him, the end neatly cauterized. He then repeated the process on his other ball. He waited until the boys eyes focused again, and then he looked him in the eye and smiled at him and with an evil expression on his face he laid the boys two testicles on his stomach, where they slowly started to turn white. The boy lay staring at his severed testicles, tears streamed from his eyes. Suddenly a daring seagull swept down from the rigging, landed neatly on the boy’s chest and much to the lad’s horror plucked his testicle into his beak and flew back up into the rigging, a second bird was right behind the first and his other ball was soon also high up in the rigging.

I looked with disbelief at his balls laid on his flat stomach, then suddenly two horrid birds swept down landed on top of my friend, snapped up his balls and spirited them away into the rigging. I looked up just as the bird raised its head and let my friend’s testicle slide down his gullet, where within minutes it would start to digest in his stomach juices.

Finally the cutter was ready to seal the wound and he picked up the blunt iron poker and pushed it into the boy’s groin. The boys muffled screamed rebounded across the ship, his eyes rolled back in his head and he passed out in agony. It was easier when they were unconscious the cutter thought to himself as he continued to cauterize the wound. Finally when he had finished he applied a liberal coating of molten tar to the boys wound. This would protect it from infection and eventually crust off completely, leaving very little scar tissue in its place.

The cutting had taken less than five minutes, but it seemed to me as if hours had gone by, when suddenly my friend was untied and carried unconscious to his quarters where he would eventually recover. Meanwhile the cutter moved in between the legs of one of the twins. Again he repeated the entire horrid process and once again my friend screamed with agony until he too finally passed out, and soon he to was a eunuch.

The last twin had watched intently as his two brothers had their stones cut out and much to his shame his penis was completely erect, though he could hardly understand why. When the cutters knife had slid effortlessly into his own ball-sac he arched his back high and squirted his juices all the way up to his chest, and when the cutter severed his first ball he came again and finally one more time when his last testicle fell to the ground. Like his two brothers his testicles were quickly devoured by sea birds, and I couldn’t help but curse the wretched birds and I swore to myself that I would never again feed them bread crumbs. Then finally it was all over, but not before I feinted and fell to the ground unconscious.

And so it was that I lay blissfully unconscious that Diego personal slave bathed me, toweled me dry and lay me on the comfortable bed in the master’s day cabin. And that is exactly where I was when suddenly I was thrown violently to the floor, the whole side of the cabin exploded before my very eyes. I climbed up onto my knees, disorientated from sleep and from the shock of being thrown about the cabin. I looked out through the hole in the cabin wall and as the smoke cleared and to my horror I saw another ship, a large ship, she was lying along side and her canons were blazing. Suddenly a cannonball crashed through the opening, it missed me by inches as it bounced crazily around the cabin finally tearing a whole through the passageway wall and exploding in the corridor.

All around me I could hear men screaming, men in pain, men shouting angrily, gun shots and cannon blasts. I crawled on my hands and knees into the master’s cabin, it was deserted. The master’s cabin faces the stern of the ship so I estimated that it should be safe from canon shot. I looked frantically about the room for a place to hide, and then I spotted the linen chest. Quickly I threw open the lid of the large chest and climbed inside. I pulled the lid down behind me and clamped my eyes shut and preyed that it would soon be over.

Much later the shooting finally stopped as did the canon fire, then for a long time there was no sound at all then suddenly I could hear sounds of men shuffling around on the deck above me, and yet others seemed to be searching the cabin, I clamped my eyes shut and preyed that I should remain concealed, when suddenly the lid of my chest opened.

“Well what we have got here?” asked a voice in clipped English accent. As I looked up at the pirate round eyed a huge hand reached in and grabbed hold of my shirt and hauled me out of the chest and dropped me painfully on my butt onto the hard planked deck.

“I’m just a worthless slave, please, please don’t kill me!” I begged as pitifully as I could and I was being completely sincere.

“Oy Captain, I think I found your booty, come look!” Shouted the sailor over his shoulder.

Moments later the Captain bounded into the room, I looked down at the floor as I was taught to, then he approached me and suddenly there was a hand under my chin lifting my face up, “Aye it be him,” said the captain laughing.

I recognized the man instantly, the privateer from the orient, the man who had failed to buy me at Auction, He was the man I feared almost as much as the Moorish whoremonger, and once again I started to cry.

“He don’t look to happy to see you Captain” said the sailor sarcastically, and he and the captain laughed.

“I think your right McFee, caint hardly understand it though, is there something wrong with my breath, or maybe it be my perfume aint to his liking,” he joked.

“You may as well kill me now, I am never going to be your whore never do you hear me” I yelled angrily at him and I then kicked McFee hard in the shins and stood back wide eyed and terrified as he bounced around on one foot, grasping his shin in his hands and cursing me.

The Captain nearly collapsed laughing as he held me at arms length and away from his first mate. “Lively little brat ain’t he”

Suddenly a voice at the door called out angrily, “That’s enough, let the boy go, he’s obviously frightened and you’re only making it worse for him” I thought I recognized the voice.

I turned around and looked over my shoulder and who should be standing there, none other than Victor Le-Sard, the blond haired Dandy from Port Jerome. I stood staring wide eyed mouth open until all of a sudden I could contain my emotions no longer and I ran across the room into his open arms and we embraced.

We could have stayed like that for hours but we were interrupted by an all too familiar voice screaming angrily from the deck outside, Diego. “Le-Sard I will have you drawn and quartered for this you wretched pirate, you will die the most hideous death imaginable,” he spat the words out vehemently.

Victor led me by the hand out through the shattered glass doors and we walked right up to Diego who was constrained by two privateers and Victor hit him hard in the face, shattering his nose. “Indeed it is you sir whom art the wretched one, and I can assure you that you are not in a position to threaten anyone, it is you who will die a cursed death, but not by my hand or by my friend Captain Lee, but rather at the hands of your own precious cargo, the human beings you have chained like animals below the decks of this stinking pig of a ship”

Diego shot daggers at me, and I cowered behind Victor, but he dragged me by the arm so as I was facing Diego once again. “Fear him not, little one, for he can do you no more harm, look upon his face for it is that of pure evil. He is a parasite on human kind and his death is not one you should grieve over but rather rejoice.”

“Please sir, may I speak?” I asked Victor meekly.

“Callum, you have a voice, you always have and always will, you need not my permission nor anyone else’s to speak your mind, though animals such as thee would make you believe so” He said nodding towards Diego.

“Please don’t kill him Victor, he doesn’t know any better I don’t want you to kill him because of me, I couldn’t stand that, please.” I begged him.

Victor looked at me for the longest while, and then he spoke. “Callum you’re a child an innocent, after all which has been done unto you, you can still find it within your heart to forgive these people?” He asked unbelievably.

“No I can’t forgive them, but I can’t condemn them either, for they know not what they do Victor. Mr Torres, sir. The people down below, my three friends, they are human beings, they’re not animals, they’re the same as you and I. You can’t keep treating people like this they will hate you and want to hurt you and your family.” I implored him to desist in his foul trade.

Torres looked upon me as if I were some kind of crazed lunatic. “You stupid child, don’t you understand they is nothing but niggers, foul stinking niggers and every single one of them is an abomination to the lord and deserves to toil in slavery until they fall dead from exhaustion,” then he spat at the floor in front of me.

A cold hand seized my heart as I stood and listened, despairing for all mankind, I knew that I did not posses the words with which to convince this evil man to desist his foul trafr. Instead I shrugged my shoulders and looked up at Victor. “Please sir I want to leave this ship now I don’t want to ever see it or him again” I said pointing at Torres.

Victor looked down at me, “of course child” he picked me up under the arms and handed me over to Mcfee, “Take the boy to my cabin and put him to bed, I shall be along shortly.”

McFee held me at arms length as if I were a wild animal, and Captain Lee burst out laughing as did Victor, “For pity’s sake its only a boy he wont bite you” Said the captain.

“Little limb of Satan!” mumbled McFee as he carried me over his shoulder and we swung precariously on a rope across to the Galleon.

At first the slaves did not understand what was happening as they were released from the hold of the ship, they had rightly assumed that pirates had attacked the ship, but all that meant was that there would be a change of ownership, their lot had hardly improved, simply another owner that would terrorize and torture them until the day they died. Much to their surprise when they arrived on deck they beheld a beautiful sight, most of Torres men lay dead around them, killed in the battle but the few that remained including Torres himself were chained together and they sat wounded and despondent on the wooden deck.

The privateer selected three of the remaining sailors, a navigator, a sailing master and a deck hand. He told the leader of the slaves that they would need these three men to sail the ship so as they could reach their destination of Africa, but the others they could do with as they pleased.

Two hours later after having plundered all of Torres gold, Captain Lee boarded his own ship and the freed slaves stood and watched as the privateer Galleon sailed away leaving behind the hapless sailors and Diego Torres all of which sat tied securely to the mast. First they untied the older sailors one by one, and then they slashed their throats and threw their bodies overboard. The younger sailors were repeatedly raped and left chained below. They would later be sold when the ship reached Africa. Unfortunately Captain Lee had taken the two cabin boys with him, pity they thought, as Severus the younger was a beautiful boy and promised much reward to his master but the soft hearted man, LeSard considered them innocent of all crimes, pressed into service by Diego Torres

And then there was Diego.

The freed slaves wanted to kill him immediately, but the three teenagers stopped them from doing so as they had other plans for him,

As they grabbed hold of him the broken and defeated man wept like a baby and he pleaded for them to stop but to no avail.

First they stripped him naked exposing his manicured latin skin to the harsh sunlight the slaves laughed as his huge balls swung merrily below him as they strapped him spread eagle onto the packing crate.

The boys decided that there was no need for hot coals, but they did have a use for the poker, with one mighty shove they forced the metal rod all the way up Diego’s manicured ass and he screamed in agony, but there was no need for a gag, the slaves did not mind the sounds of his tortured screams.

The twin pulled the iron rod almost all the way out of Diego ass, before shoving it back in, despite himself Diego 5 inch cock became painfully erect, the slaves laughed hysterically both at the small size of his cock his humiliation.

The oldest teenager grabbed hold of Diego’s huge balls and pulled them down until he screamed and begged for him to stop. He reached out and grabbed the curved knife and with one vicious slash he split Diego’s ball-sac through the middle. With his fingers he probed inside Diego until he found his quarry and viciously he pulled his gigantic orb out into the sunlight and without any further ado severed the cord and held Diego ball up for all to see, as the crowd cheered. He repeated this process with his other ball and once again the crowd cheered.  Finally he grabbed hold of Diego cock and with one slash severed it completely. The slaves laughed as they watched a hungry gannet pick up his cock from the deck and fly off with it. Then a whole flock of sea birds descended onto his balls and in seconds they too were devoured. Finally A burning hot iron was pushed against Diego gaping wound, it stopped the bleeding but infection would surely kill Diego if he lived that long.

And as they sailed towards Africa the sounds of Diego crying and begging could be heard above the wind, he was strapped face down over the railing of the ship and one after the other black slave buggered him. Somewhere of the coast of Madagascar the freed slaves tossed him overboard where a school of hungry sharks wasted no time in devouring his tenderized sperm filled body.

Over the next two days I slept fitfully waking only occasionally before weariness overcame me and once again I descended into a dreadful sleep, my body racked by high fever causing me to experience hideous nightmares. When I finally had enough sleep and awoke proper we were once again in sight of land. Victor was sitting by my bedside, I was told later by Captain Lee that he had been there whole time I had slept, applying a cool wet wash-cloth to my fevered forehead while I tossed and turned and screamed and bawled like a baby.

Much later Victor bade me listen and he recounted the whole affair right from when he left me at the docks in Port Jerome. After the auction he had traveled to St Bridget where my papa’s farm is located. Upon arrival he searched the church records until he found my mother’s sister, my aunt, whereupon he requested a copy of my mother’s birth certificate which deemed her to be 100 percent white. Then he visited the local sheriff, a man who was most fond of me and Victor produced the evidence of my sale to Diego by Madam Naomi as well as the papers which bore false testament to my caste and had been signed illegally by my father. When the sheriff did arrest my father he broke down and cried burdened as he was with guilt, whereupon he freely admitted to all his crimes. The magistrate being so disgusted with his actions that he sentenced my papa to twenty years hard labor. He ordered our property be sold and that the money be placed in trust for my sole benefit and a warrant was issued for the arrest of Don Diego Torres.

LeSard caught up with Sam Ambroise in Port Jerome, unfortunately he was not able to find a sympathetic sheriff in this town full of slavers and criminals, subsequently he took matters into his own hands. Hiring an old friend a free black man whom using much stealth and in the middle of the night did sneak up on Sam Ambroise camp and freed all of the male slaves, who thus filled with hatred for the despicable slave trader promptly murdered old Sam, Brutus and Nero in their sleep before departing hastily for the free northern states. So as Victor explained, justice was seen to be done on all counts. The only loose end was Hodge and fate had in fact stepped in on behalf of mother Justice. Hodge had been so drunk that he had fallen over in the boar pen, suddenly 6 large angry black boars set upon poor Hodge. Sometime during night with a huge boar atop his feeble frame and his face pushed into the mud he suffocated, but it mattered not to the boar fucking him, after all he was still warm for another hour, dead or alive.

So now my story is nearly ended. But I must explain about my own situation. My papa’s property did indeed sell and Victor made sure it was for a handsome price. Now I am wealthy within my own right. Last fall I agreed to let Victor adopt me as his lawful son. We in fact have never had sex for as I have previously explained Victor prefers the company of men, not boys. We live as father and son on his huge cotton plantation down on the Santee. We do not have slaves but we have many hundreds of paid free black people working our property and all in all it’s an excellent relationship. My dream for the future is that one day all men shall live as equals, and maybe it will be so as Victor tells me that a war is looming. As for me, I have fallen in love for the first time in my life, his name is Severus and he is a year older than I. He was a cabin boy aboard Diego Torres ship and now he works for us. We have a wonderful sexual relationship and he seems to not mind at all that I am a eunuch.

As for Madam Naomi, I have visited her numerous times since this matter was concluded. I cannot find it within my heart to condemn or blame Madam Naomi, as she is simply a woman trying to make ends meet in a harsh mans world and my affection towards her is entirely mutual. On my last visit to her house, Victor became angry with her when she had secretly slipped me a potion in my lemonade and was about to take advantage of me, when he arrived and rescued me. I sheepishly told him that I did not need rescuing, But Victor assured me that indeed I did and as he bent me over his knee and playfully spanked me, his hand was coming down on my pale buttocks perhaps a little harder then it should have been….

The end

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