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The day dawned warm and hazy over Valencia, a plantation in southern South Carolina. My bed was empty of company and I quickly got up, used the potty chair, dressed and went down the spiral staircase to the main floor and into the dining area. The table was neatly set and three young slaves stood near the chair at the table head. I moved to the head of the table and one of the slaves, a young light skinned boy of about 11 years, quickly moved the chair out and slid it back under the table as I sat down on it. The lad was dressed immaculately as were the two female slaves standing at either side of my chair. They appeared to be between 11 and 13 years old and were also very clean and neatly dressed. My arrival at Valencia a day ago was met with apparent apprehension by the slaves. The plantation belonged to my uncle, a kindly man. As his sole relative I inherited the plantation, 350 slaves and a fortune. I was a doctor in New York when the word reached me and I resigned from the hospital immediately and headed south. When I arrived the overseer met me and introduced me to the house staff. After dinner the overseer came up to the house and together we visited the slave quarters where I was able to see my stock of wenches and bucks. My uncle was 93 when he died and I am 60. Not a young man but still able to function on all levels. Unlike my uncle I intended to rule with an iron fist, by fear and ruthlessness. House slaves would be strictly disciplined and punished severely at the slightest error. Field hands would be worked until they dropped. Picking quotas would be raised to force increased productivity. My calculations indicated that a slave who's quota was doubled would earn me his/her price in 6 months and in a year and a half, if the slave died, I would still have gotten my profit plus the price of a fresh replacement. Slaves would be worked from before dawn until after dark. Any protest would be met with the lash, the branding iron and the knife. Slaves that my uncle had permitted to "jump the broom" and marry would have the marriages ended by my decree. The formerly married females would henceforth be rotated among all of the field hands on a daily basis. They would provide sex to keep the field hands placated, at least sexually. Unlike the past, the overseer and his slave assistants would have unlimited sexual access to all slaves except the house bucks and wenches. Punishments would have to be cleared with me. Today would be the day to put it all in motion. During breakfast I watched the young buck who served me. His skin was a light tan color and he had white features and straight hair. He was slim but had a well rounded buttocks for an 11 year old. He was pretty rather than handsome. By the time I had finished breakfast I had a full erection and decided that before tending to other tasks I would have some personal pleasure. As I started to rise from the table I ordered the boy to stop clearing the dishes and to immediately go up to my bedroom. The girls looked frightened as they cleared the table and removed the soiled cloth. I guess they knew their day with me would soon come. The boy started to reply but I cut him short and told him just to go quickly. He ran out of the room and up the stairs. This was treatment that the house slaves were not used to. I slowly walked up the stairs toward my room and the waiting slave boy. I entered the room and closed the door behind me. I looked at the frightened slave standing there in his neat shirt and pants. I complimented him on his appearance and he barely managed a "thank you massa". I didn't know or care if he had a name or what it was. To me he was going to be a serving animal. Really an "it" rather than a "he". Actually I looked at all the slaves that way. I sat down on a chair and told the boy to uncover the bed which had been made up during breakfast. He did as he was told. I ordered him to come to me and I put my left arm around his waist and slid my right hand down over his trousers until I felt his genitals through the trousers. As I touched the area he instinctively moved his hand and touched my hand trying to brush it away. I immediately slapped his face with all my force. His head snapped to the side, blood covered his mouth and ear. He instinctively put his hand to the side of his face that had been brutalized. I told him to put the hand down immediately. He did so and I once again slapped his face in the same place. I then told him that he'd better thank me for helping him learn what he should not be doing. He gave me a "thank you massa sir". I warned him never to ever get in my way again. "yes massa sir" was his response. He was shaking in sheer terror. I let the boy go and told him to take off his shirt. He did so and I ran my hands over his upper body. I pinched his nipples with all the force I could muster. He was in tears as his small nipples stood on end. I then ordered him to take off his trousers. I kicked him and told him to move more quickly. He did so. I then ran my hand down the boys back and over his firm, well rounded buttocks. I told him to bend over and spread his cheeks. His little boy pussy hole looked very inviting. I ordered him to face me and told him that I was going to examine his sex. I slid my hand down his flat belly to this penis and testicles. I put my hand behind his little penis and felt his balls. Actually they were a decent size for a boy who had no yet reached puberty. I spent some time fingering his nuts and kept increasing the pressure on them until he grunted with pain. I finally let them go and pinched the tip of his flaccid member. It immediately sprang to life. standing at attention. The slave couldn't stop shaking in his fear and desperation but he knew he was powerless and had to obey. I told him that I was going to go over to the bed and that he was to come to me as I sat on the bed and undress me and that as he did so I would do as I wished with him. After being undressed I would lie down and he would then get onto the bed and I was going to use him like a woman. Just as I had hoped his panic was obvious but he only mumbled "yes massa". The bed was soft as I sat there. The boy came to me as instructed and removed my boots and socks. He then started to remove my trousers but I told him the shirt was first. He removed my shirt exposing my hairy body, sagging chest and pot belly. I grabbed him and ran my tongue around his lips. He didn't know how to react. I then gave him a deep kiss on the mouth forcing my tongue deep to his throat. I released him and told him to remove my pants. As he began unbuttoning my trousers I but my hands behind him and pinched the firm cheeks. He finally got the pants off and stopped for a second to look at my hard pink member. From the look on his pretty, tear streaked face he was scared to death of my large love stick. After my clothing was neatly folded by the boy, I ordered him onto the bed. I instructed him in the fine art of sucking my penis. The boy learned very quickly and followed my directions. After some minutes of sucking my member up and down and me being near ejaculation, I ordered him to stop and get on his knees, head touching the mattress with legs spread. He followed my orders but I had to spread his legs further apart. I felt his firm thighs as I spread him to my satisfaction. I reached around and placed his penis in my left hand and his balls in my right. I began forcing myself into the tight little butt. I had the boy repeatedly spit into his hand and lubricate his bum hole before bedding him. The boy moaned, cried and groaned but I had warned him that if he screamed he would be severely punished. I instructed him to stop squeezing his butt cheeks together and to emphasize the point I squeezed his nuts as I instructed him. He complied and I forced my throbbing member all the way in. The boy was bleeding and it helped lubricate him for my pleasure. I became even harder. I worked in and out as the boy moaned and groaned until I shot my full hot load. The boy's nuts were sore and swollen and his little member was at attention. I told him that his tender nuts would be staying sore from now on. I would see to that. The boy thanked me for wasting my valuable time on him as he had been instructed to do. After I finished with him he was told how to to clean me off with his mouth. He did as he as told. He then wiped me dry with his shirt. The boy was exhausted. I kicked him off the bed. Henceforth he would be sleeping on my floor until I wanted to use him, or after I used him. He was told that he would never again be permitted to leave my bedroom. It would be his entire world for the next year or two. Until he reached puberty. His job would be keeping me satisfied, serving me and keeping the bedroom clean, neat and all of my property there, his body included, in order and ready for my use. For the most part he would remain naked. After my use of the potty chair he would be permitted to use it. Daily the maid would empty it and would bring him some food and water. The maid would wait as he washed with my dirty basin water. She would then remove it and replace it with clean water for my use. He would be forbidden to speak to the maid or anyone but me. He had to keep the potty chair, as all things in the room, spotless. At the first sign of puberty I would castrate him and he would be sold. |