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Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------ Just sittin' in my rockin' chair thinkin' back 'bout those young bucks I used to oversee on the plantation. This was before the war, of course. Then the Goddam Yankees came and screwed everything up really good My Daddy owned a large cotton plantation. I was born in the big house, a mid-wife helped pop me out. Lived in that house till I went to war. There was nothing to return to. The Yanks had burned the mansion down. At six years old I had my own slave. He was six years old too. He was called Atwood. Wasn't real uncommon for plantation owners children to have their own playmate slaves. Lots of times the slaves would grow up serving their master all of their lives. Atwood stayed as my servant until the war. Atwood was given to me at my sixth birthday party. He had been bathed till he shined and was wearing clean hand-me-downs my brother had cast away. He was led in just after I had blown out the cake candles. He had flashing eyes and a sense of awareness. "Ah's Atwood. Ah's your new slave and playmate. You'se mah new master. What's yo' name?" "You call me Master Jason and I shall play with you right after the party." Atwood was led away unceremoniously. Other than the housekeepers, a nigger was allowed to stay only momentarily in the main house living quarters. Another gift I received was a small whip so I could control my slave. After the party, I hurried to find Atwood who would now stay with the servants. "Come on, Atwood. I want to show you my fort." Atwood looked apprehensively at my whip. "You ain't goin' to whup me, is you?" "Not unless you get real uppity. My Daddy tells me if you get real uppity I can whip you all I want." "Ah won't get uppity, Master." Atwood followed me as I ran down the path to the log cabin fort my Daddy had built for me. It was small, but made from real logs and really looked like a fort. It had a room below with a ladder to the roof where we could look for imaginary Indians through the wall portholes. I would shoot at them with two imaginary rifles. After firing I would hand each rifle back to Atwood for reloading. Atwood and I played this game alot but one day our imagination sagged and we climbed from the roof into the main room wondering how we would kill time. A thought came to me. I wondered what Atwood's butt looked like. "Atwood. I want to see your butt." "But Master.." "I want you to shuck down. My Daddy says I can whup you if you get uppity. I giggled as I watched Atwood take off his clothes. I stared at his hard little black peter then touched it. I had him turn around and looked at his butt. I spread his cheeks and looked at his asshole. I dropped my pants. " Here, Atwood you can look at me too." My little penis was also hard. Atwood put his hand on it. It felt good. "Do it some more." "Did it feel good when I touched yours?" I asked Atwood. "Uh, Huh," Atwood nodded. "Then let me touch it again." Our sex play had started. We spent a lot of time in the fort looking, examining and playing with each other in our childish ways. Between the ages of thirteen and fourteen things started to happen to my body. My dick started to grow. I was seeing signs of fuzz in my crotch. My dick seemed to be uncomfortably hard much of the time and every so often in my sleep something would be happen and my bed would be wet. Atwood was going through the same experience. Now, when Atwood and I fondled each other, our touching seemed intensely stronger. We learned how to jack each other off. Several years later, one day when I was lonely I decided to do a little cat fish fishin'. Dug up a bunch of worms and headed to the creek. Came upon a white friend of mine. My friend had his young slave with him. Neither heard my approach. My friend had his pants down. He was pushing his slaves head into his crotch. "Hey! Whatcha doin'?" "Gettin' my cock sucked. Come and watch." I moved in very close. This was fascinating. I dropped to my knees and put my head to about six inches to where the action was. I had to have a real close view. I watched as the slave opened his mouth and slid his masters cock inside. He then took it out and licked it, like it was an ice cream cone, his tongue moving around over and under the head. Really lapping. My friend started to moan, he pulled his dick out of the niggers mouth and started to furiously pull it. The nigger stayed in front of him with his mouth open. Cum shot from the white boys dick into his slaves mouth. The slave swallowed, waited till his master was done pump- ing, then licked off the white stuff that remained on his dick. My friend held out his hand which was also wet with cum. The slave licked his palm and all his fingers. "Want to do it?" my friend asked? I was hard as a rock but too shy to drop my pants and be touched by just any nigger. I really wanted to but shook my head. I could hardly wait to find Atwood. I would try it with him. We were outgrowing the small fort, but it was still useful for our purpose. I took Atwood up the next day for more jackoff and peter play. Atwood didn't know I had new ideas. Both of our bodies had now developed into those of young men. I looked at Atwood. Contours of muscle development showed. Black hair surrounded his dick and balls. Fat from his butt had been replaced by muscular buns. He was a fine looking buck. One regret, his peter was bigger than mine. I stood still as Atwood's black hand felt and played with my balls, tickled my tip, and pulled my peter. I did the same to him. Atwood was down on his knees fondling me. I moved my cock closer to his face. "I want you to put my cock in your mouth and suck on it." "But Mass'ah, I've never done anything like that." "Put it in your mouth, Atwood." "But Mass'ah..." "Have I ever given you a real good whippin'" "No, suh, Mass'ah." "Then put my cock in your mouth." Atwood reluctantly moved towards my cock. I gripped the back of his head and pulled it forward breaking what resistance was left. Atwood pulled back my fore- skin. Testing, his tongue came out and gave my tip a quick lick. He paused before trying it a second time. His next lick was longer. His lips parted making somewhat of a round "O". He slipped my tip inside the "O". I could feel the warmness of his saliva lubricant. The roughness of his tongue pro- ceeded to cause intense, pleasurable, new strange feelings. In a sense of frenzy, I pushed his head farther against me, my cock slipping to the back of his mouth and down his throat. Atwood gagged but did not push me away. With automatic reflexes my hips started pushing back and forth as I held his head in a firm grip. It seemed like everything was spontaneous. The feelings were so intense I could not stop. An explosion of cum made me feel I had momentarily lost my mind. Atwood removed his mouth, my cum running from his lips. "Did that feel good, Massah'? Did I do it right?" A tree house is a boys realm. What a boy does in his tree house is no one's business but his own. My fort served as my tree house. Now I was older I used my fort for one purpose only. Sex. Atwood was my usual guest. Since I had found the joys of Atwood's mouth, here was the perfect private place to go to get jacked off and get a blow job. Atwood was becoming an expert with his tongue. One day, I really had Atwood turned on. I had been giving him a real slow hand job...extra slow. As one hand slowly pumped his black dick, my other hand gently fondled his balls. I would stop for a moment, then start again, gently touching his sensitive private places, then resume, slowly pulling his prick. Atwood was squirming uncomfortably with his stored load. He was on the verge of coming, but I wouldn't let him get it off. His body was wiggling, his face contorted. I could see him flexing and working every muscle possible to relieve his distress by shooting his cum. "Oh, please, Massah', oh please make me come. Oh, please, Massah'............ SUCK ME!" A look of horror came over Atwood's face when he realized what he had blurted out. . Asking a white man to suck his black cock? What had he said? He knew he would be severely whipped. "Oh please, Suh', Ah didn't mean to say that. Honest I didn't." Anger surged over me. How could this slave think of such a thing. I glared into his pleading eyes. I reached for the whip and stood over him. His naked ebony body was prone on the floor, his legs drawn up and spread. My eyes passed down over his young rippl- ing stomach muscles, and then moved to his crotch. His black pouch held two, firm, walnut size balls. His large erected prick stood hard and throbbing. I stared with fixed eyes. I dropped my whip. I knelt down. I was hypnotically being drawn closer to this display of ready black male anatomy. I grasped him. I pulled the skin of his dick back until it was tightly stretched. Its head grew even larger. I grasped his balls. In a uncontrollable trance, my mouth opened and my head dropped down. His large throbbing muscle slipped into my mouth being quickly lubricated with my saliva. My tongue licked with un- controllable frenzy. I pushed his prick to the back of my mouth, far down my throat. The gush came. The pumping and pumping of warm cum mixing with my saliva. I swallowed and swallowed. My head blanketed his crotch until his dick was limp. Even then I did not want to move my mouth from of his soft, limp stem. I snapped out of it. I drew up realizing what I had done. "Ah's sorry, Massah'. Ah's sorry," Atwood moaned. A feeling of utter guilt came over me. I had sucked a dirty nigger slaves cock. Doing such a thing meant tar and feathers and being run out of town. This was White peoples punishment. I wanted to panic. I was angered. I wanted to whip Atwood within an inch of his life, maybe even kill him. This was serious. I blamed Atwood. It was all his fault. I yanked Atwood to his feet and slapped him. Atwood was wide eyed. I grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him. "You tell anybody about this and I will tie you up and personally cut your balls off." "Ah's sorry, Massah". Ah's sorry," Atwood kept repeat- ing. "Don't whip me, Massah", please don't cut me." My mind was spinning. My sexual arousal rose to match my anger. I looked at the naked nigger standing scared and helpless with his now limp ugly cock. I was really going to show him who his Master was.. He was going to be sorry for what he made me do. "Down on all fours." Atwood complied. I backed up and put my butt in his face. "Lick it!" Atwood feared for his life. He grabbed my hips and started rapidly moving his tongue up and down my crack. "Inside!. Deeper!. Lick my asshole!." Atwood's hard tongue splashing with saliva pushed firmly against my hole with rapid circular motions. "Get it inside." Atwood's gyrating long tongue pressed inward. He moved far up, his warm wet working tongue causing new sen- sations. "In and out!. Keep doing it!." I finally pulled away. I had fondled myself all of this time. I was hard as a rock. "Don't move Atwood." Atwood stayed on all fours. I walked around to his bare ass. "It's a sin to suck a nigger," I thought. "But it's not a sin to fuck a nigger. I spittled my cock. "Reach back and spread your cheeks." Atwood's hands came back, grasped each cheek, pulling them apart. "Wider." Atwood stretched them further. His black asshole was in full view. I placed the head of my cock on his target and pushed. Surprising, my dick easily slid in. Atwood had a loose asshole. I wondered if all niggers had loose assholes. I moved Atwood's legs wider then repositioned my own legs. I grabbed Atwood's hips and started to thrust. With anger, my dick drove in and out, my hard snapping pelvis thrusts snapped his butt as I rammed with all of my might. I came in his ass. My body was sweating. I was breathing rapidly. I clung to him until I felt I could move again. I stood, put one foot against his dripping butt and pushed him to the floor. Atwood rolled back and forth. "Oh, please, Massah'. Oh please!." I sat down spent and exhausted. I tried to clear my brain. There had to be a way to silence Atwood so he would never tell. I had to put a scare into him. I tied his hands behind him. I ordered him to lie on his back and to draw and spread his legs. I removed a shoelace and gripped his balls, pulling them downward. I took the shoelace and wrapped it around its narrow area. Pulling tight, I knotted the lace. His balls were squeezed downward, tightly against his outside skin. They profiled clearly. Two big, firm nuts. Atwood looked on with wide eyed apprehension. I reached to my side and removed my knife from its leather sheath. I had just honed and polished it the night before. I put the knife in front of Atwood's face. "I've changed my mind. I'm gonna cut your balls off right now." I moved down to his crotch. Atwood became hysterical, thrashing, screaming and pleading. "Oh, please, Massah' Jason, don't cut my balls off. Don't cut me." I held the knife, slowly turning it in front of Atwood's horror filled eyes. Atwood kept pleading. "Please, Massah. Please!". "Then you'll never tell anyone I sucked your black dick?" "No, Massah'. Honest! I'll never tell. I'll be your best slave ever. Oh, Lordy! Please don't cut my balls off." "You'll never tell?" "I promise, Massah', never tell. Oh, please, put that knife away. Oh, lordy!" I reinserted the knife in its sheath. "Thank you, Massah'. Oh, thank you!" Atwood sobbed loudly. "You'll never, never tell?" "No Suh. Never. Never!" I again became sexually aroused. I wanted Atwood's asshole a second time. Since Atwood still wore his balls, he was more than cooperative. He dropped on all fours, put his head to the ground and poked his ass way out to receive me. As I pumped, Atwood was saying, "Oh, Massah' that feels so good. Thank you, Massah. Oh, Massah, don't stop. I'se here to serve you, Massah'. Thank you so much Massah'." Finishing, Atwood licked my dick clean. I turned, he spread my cheeks and again moved his tongue up my asshole. I stood and let him do it to me for a long time.. When I left the fort, Atwood was still muttering. "I'se here to serve you, Massah'. I'll do anything for you, Massah'. I'll please you in any way. I'se here to serve you." Walking down the path, I now felt I could depend on Atwood to never tell our secret. * Time moved fast at the plantation. I and Atwood were now in our mid 20's. My daddy had made me a full time overseer in the cotton fields. As was the custom, dependable slaves could be made assistant overseers. I had made Atwood my assistant. Atwood still catered to my sexual enjoyment, but we were both now engaging in outside sexual activity, sometimes together and sometimes singly. There were always young, second generation, husky ebony male bodies to be used. We'd pick them out as they worked in the fields. Lots only wore loin cloths that only covered their dick and balls. We'd view them from atop of our horses as they bent over exposing their ass while they hoed cotton. Any that presented attractive butts, had long, well shaped muscular legs and flowing biceps were carefully eyed. We'd find which shanty they lived in and take them to the barn during the evening hours. But, that is another story. Ours was one of the larger plantations. My daddy was very wealthy. He insisted on only the very best slaves be bought at the auctions. He let me do the buying. First, let me explain about our slaves. We bought them to work. In Africa, before they were brought over on the boats, they survived on roots and grub worms. Maybe some raw or half cooked animal meat. They killed their enemies with spears, clubs, or blow guns. The whippings we give them is nothing to the ways they were treated if captured, or the torture they performed on their prisoners. As far as we whites are concerned, they are animals in human form. No brains, but strong, usable muscles. As like other buyers, I inspected the merchandise before it was put on the block. The slaves were well chained, some still wild as Brahman bulls. It was very common for buyers to feel the slaves balls to make sure they were getting a buck with a large enough set to service the females and produce an abundance of little "suckers". The other buyers paid no attention when I'd pull back a foreskin and tickled a tip and watched a young buck squirm as his black cock slowly grew into a stiff, upward standing pole. "Hey, Jason! That boy's really got a big one." I'd grin and say, "Gotta make sure it'll go in real deep so it'll sprout a bunch of new little bucks." I'd open the slaves butts, checked their assholes, supposedly for hemorrhoids. The new male arrivals could really flex tight. Sometimes it took a lot of effort to pry those black cheeks open. At auction time, I always got my bid. Money was no object. I'd head home with three or four slaves chained to the buckboard and present them to my daddy. My daddy always approved my pick. He always asked how I could find such handsome ones. The new slaves would be taken away, staked down and their training would start the next day, Atwood being in charge. Watching Atwood's training was always exciting. He'd bring a new slave in the barn cuffed hobbled and naked. He'd snap his whip ordering the young black to follow simple various commands. It was something like a lion trainer in an arena. "Stand up. Sit down. Lie down, Roll over. Atwood's whip would wrap around the slaves body if he did not obey. I had ordered Atwood to only inflict welts, not leave any permanent marks. I would want their bodies Free from scars. Days later, after the initial subduing, Atwood would start sexual obedience. Submit to your master. I'd always get a hard-on watching. Up in the barns loft, Atwood had cleared away enough hay bales to make a working area. He ordered a black boy up the ladder. I watched his young naked ass as he climbed the rungs with some hindrance from the hand cuffs and leg shackles. Atwood followed with me being the last to climb. Atwood had built a crude stock with three holes. This would hold the slaves head and hands, the rest of his body being in a bent over position. However, Atwood had preliminaries to take care of. He ordered the naked slave to the floor on his back. Reaching in his pocket he pulled out a rabbit snare made of flexible wire. Rabbit snares are made so the noose only locks tighter when tugged. Atwood put the loop above the young slaves balls and tightened. He allowed several inches of slack and tied the remainder to an eye-hook which had been screwed into the floor. He was secured and ready for his first feel and peter pull. Atwood took the black dick, pulled back the foreskin and started stroking. The peter started to grow. The slave squirmed. He jerked, pulling the noose tighter down on his balls, letting out a cry of pain. "Shut-up, said Atwood,."and don't you try to move no mo'." The slave kept still. Atwood continued to knead his balls, pump his dick and push his wet thumb over and around the slaves pee hole. I watched, awaiting the cum. Black newcomers, fresh off the boat, don't know how to jack off, or if they do, it's completely taboo. This virgin buck must have a huge load. Atwood kept stroking and fondling. The black dick was at now at its maximum, swollen and throbbing. The slave was squirming but kept from pulling his anchored balls tighter. Atwood kept pumping and playing until the buck let out a startled cry, and tried to lift his crotch. The snare pulled tighter on his balls. He came at the same time, gushing and shooting. Gushing and shooting cum like it was milk pouring out of a cows tit. It flew everywhere, covering his body, running down his sides, making small pools on the floor. Atwood grinned at me. "How was that, Massah'." Atwood untied the noose at the anchor ring, let the slave roll around a bit then snapped his whip with a loud crack, its tip raising dust on the floor by the slaves side. Atwood undid the restraints on his hands. "Now yo' crawl over to that thing I build and put yo' head and hands in those holes. Atwood snapped the whip again. "Hurry!" The slave crawled across the floor and did as he was told Atwood slid down the top bar, securely locking his hands and head in place. The slave was bent over, his butt exposed and protruding for Atwood's complete pleasure. The noose was still locked tightly around his balls, the anchor wire swinging loose.. Atwood reached for a can of lard, jammed his fingers deep, swirled them, withdrawing two heavily coated fingers. He spread the slaves cheeks and slapped his fingers up and down against his asshole leaving the lube around and in its black crevice. With another swirling motion of his index finger he entered the slaves butt hole. The slave yelled. Atwood grabbed the snare, and gave several hard yanks as his finger continued to rapidly move in and out of the asshole, twisting and turning. Two fingers were inserted. They easily slid all of the way into the wiggling young black bottom. "Yessah," said Atwood. "Yo's gonna make a good butt fuck. The Massah' will be pleased, but I'se going to loosen you up mo'. Atwood reached for and greased a ten inch piece of broom stick. He put it against the black hole, pushed slowly, sliding it in half way. The slave cursed in African tribal language. "Yo's goin' to learn to like it," Atwood said, shoving it up another two inches. "And yo's going to wear it till yo' learn to suck my cock real good." He moved to the slaves head, held immobile in the stocks. Dropping his pants, Atwood stroked his dick to make sure it was at its hardest. "Now yo' open yo' mouth. I's gonna put this big thing inside and yo's goin' to start workin' your tongue fast as yo' can." The slave kept his teeth clenched. "So yo's gittin' uppity?" Atwood returned to the slaves butt, angrily swirled the broomstick in wide circles, grasped the snare, and again jerked the slaves balls downward. "I's gonna continue till yo' open your mouth, nigger." He gave two more jerks. Atwood moved to the slaves mouth. It had opened. He shoved his cock inside, pushing further and further until it caused gagging. I stayed until I saw Atwood shoot his creamy wad, then I had to leave. I had to get ready for a business trip to Durham. On my departure I kept wondering what else Atwood could have done that I had missed. I was gone a week. When I got back, Atwood was very much in command. Nothing had gone awry in the cotton fields in my absence. "And, Massah' I got a present fo' you. I'll be right back". Atwood returned leading one of my purchases, a boy in his late teens. He was a light tan. "I trained him as a special gift just fo' you, Massah'". He trained easy. His name is Ivory." Looking at Ivory's body, my dick instantly became hard. I couldn't wait. Ivory followed me obediently as I headed up the path to the log fort. We entered, I closed the door. Ivory knew what to do. Atwood had really trained him well. He shucked down immediately. I did not have to order him. My eyes feasted on his beautiful ebony naked body. He was new. He was fresh. He was all mine. THE END