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Subject: Master of River’s Bend, Chapter 26 Gay male/authoritarian and Gay male/interracial Master of River’s Bend Chapter 26 “Further Degradation and Humiliation” Written by Jean-Christophe: December, 2018 This is a story of erotic slave fiction with the emphasis on male on male sex. If you are under the legal age or should the subject matter offend you, then read no further. This story is the product of the writer’s imagination and not based on any actual persons or events. Please respect the integrity of the writer’s work and don’t do any rewrites, make alterations or add another person’s artwork without permission. Nifty needs your financial support to continue posting these stories for your enjoyment. Please consider making a donation fty/donate.html Chapter 26: Ramses is standing close to where Edward and Yancy are talking and he overhears their whole conversation. He hears of Edward’s unrequited hatred for his father, Robert Trevannion and if what he says is true, then that hatred is well-deserved. Today, he has heard things about his father’s character that shock him. Robert’s youthful scheming to torment his uncle’s young slaves, Charles and Edward had sown a bitter legacy which still exists in their passionate hatred of all whites. And now, he is to be the focus of their animosity. Ramses is aware that his father is a strict master and, in the past, that had never overly concerned him. Afterall, it’s an accepted fact that all slaves must be subject to firm discipline to keep them compliant and obedient to their owners’ will. Personally, he’d never been cruel or mistreated his family’s slaves – a fact just attested to by Yancy – but rejected by Edward who vowed to make his life as a slave the proverbial “living hell”. He shudders at the prospect of what now lies in store for him. Suddenly, Ramses feels the full depths of a new despair. His foolish notions of slavery as being an exciting, erotic adventure – a game he could simply play for his sexual gratification and then walk away from – have dissipated. Oh, how he longs to be Luke Trevannion once more and to be safely at home with his parents away from the nightmarish world of River’s Bend Plantation. Indeed, he wishes he’d never heard of the wretched place – or of cousin Beauregard – let alone visit it. But too late! Luke Trevannion no longer exists and there can be no going back to his old life of comfort and luxury. Those things are lost to him forever. He can’t just pack his valaise and catch the next riverboat home. Instead, he is now the slave, Ramses and like the poor wretches toiling in the irrigation channels or straining to keep the three monstrous noria-style water-wheels turning, he is doomed to spend his days as one of River’s Bends hapless, white slaves. Wallowing in his self-pity blinds him to the reality and horrors of slavery. He gives no thought to the countless thousands of innocent African men, women and children who, torn from their homes and loving families, are transported naked and shackled in stinking, vermin-ridden vessels across the treacherous Atlantic Ocean to his “civilised” white world. Once there, they are placed on an auction-block and shamefully sold as livestock to satisfy the white man’s insatiable greed. But soon, he will identify with their plight for he is doomed to experience the horrors of slavery for himself. Now, he is about to share in their misery, albeit from the very different perspective of being a white slave to the black man. He watches apprehensively as Yancy approaches and unhitches him from the cart. Wordlessly, Yancy reaches down and roughly grabs his cock to use as a “handle” to lead him to where Edward stands waiting. Ramses naked body is suffused with the bright red of his shame by Yancy’s action which he knows is meant to humiliate him in front of the nearby slaves labouring and groaning under the whip. And yet, despite his shame, Ramses is horrified by a stirring in his loins as his tumescent cock hardens itself ankara otele gelen escort into a turgid erection. As he leads Ramses forward, Yancy’s firm grip feels the warmth of the hot blood surging into the slave’s cock and he is pleasantly surprised by its engorged hardness. It feels so good in his encircling fist and it would appear that, despite the humiliation and shame he must feel, Ramses is hair-triggered. Yancy is delighted by this and hopes the slave’s ass will be just as receptive and as responsive to the touch of his cock. “Please Charles, let that happen soon?” Yancy pleads to himself. Edward stands arrogantly erect with his feet slightly apart and arms akimbo and he presents an imposing and intimidating sight as Yancy positions Ramses in front of him. Fleetingly, Ramses stares into Edward’s face and as their eyes meet, he glimpses the disdain and pitilessness that Edward feels towards all whites. It is as though Edward’s eyes bore into his very soul and he is terrified at the prospect of serving under this man who is Massa Charles’ head overseer and confidante. Frightened, Ramses quickly lowers his gaze to the ground. “On your knees, boy!” Yancy’s imperious order is accompanied by a loud, resounding slap on Ramses’ ass. “Bow down before Boss Edward and pay him your respects.” Instantly, Ramses drops to his knees and leans forward at the waist. He trembles as he awaits further instruction. For a few moments, Edward doesn’t move as he looks down on the slave crouching at his feet. Then, he slowly circles Ramses – much as a predator torments its prey before the final, fatal lunge – as he silently evaluates the slave’s physical attributes. Edward notes with some satisfaction, that the slave shows potential. With Ramses’ back exposed, Edward evaluates the width of the shoulders, the indent of the spinal column, the length of the muscular back tapering down to a trim waist and the pert, well-defined buttocks. Yes, viewed from this angle, this miserable git of Robert Trevannion does show promise; however, he will need to be worked hard to bring him into full productivity as a slave. But now, he needs to see more of the slave and, at the same time, to further humiliate him. Edward deliberately places his right foot between Ramses’ shoulder-blades and grindingly presses downwards. “Lower your face into the ground, slave. I want to see your snout buried in the dirt. And place your hands, palms down, on either side of your face.” Ramses hastens to obey. Next, Edwards kicks at Ramses ankles and commands him. “Feet apart boy! Spread those knees. Further yet! Further, I said. Yes, that’s it. Now lift your ass to the sky. I want to see your balls swinging between your thighs and your dainty, little rosebud exposed to my view.” Tears of shame fill Ramses’ eyes as he is made to pose so obscenely. With his face pressed into the soft soil he can both smell and taste its earthiness and, at the same time, he is aware that his balls are hanging low and lopsidedly between his widely spread thighs while his throbbing erection is partially hidden beneath his belly. With his ass elevated and his knees apart, he feels the strain as his ass-crack is opened to expose the most intimate and private part of his body – his ass-hole – to scrutiny. And the unnatural stress this puts on his sphincter is causing it to pucker nervously. As he waits, Ramses hears the sounds of slavery being played out all around him. Despite the river’s close proximity there isn’t any birdsong or honking of waterfowl; it would seem all wildlife has fled the area, no doubt frightened by the constant cracking of the overseers’ impatient whips and the agonised cries of the hapless slaves as cruel leather lacerates their sweaty backs. Ramses hears the creaking and groaning of the massive noria wheels as water is lifted from the river and splashes noisily into the network of irrigation channels. He hears the laboured breathing öveçler escort of oxygen deprived lungs as the slaves manning those waterwheels are urged to greater effort by the nonstop shouting and abuse of their taskmasters to keep the water flowing to distant fields and crops. He hears the constant scraping as other slaves, equipped with wide mouthed, heavy wooden shovels, clear away the accumulated sediment blocking the channels and impeding the flow of water. Even this sediment isn’t wasted. It is rich, fertile, alluvial soil and a source of nutrients used to replenish impoverished fields elsewhere on the plantation. Hard- pressed slaves shovel this into small carts which are then slave-hauled to where it is needed. “From now on boy, this is the position you will adopt whenever you appear before a black man.” Edward’s words cut through Ramses’ thoughts and drag him back to the moment. “You are a slave and all black men are your superiors and you will treat them with equal respect irrespective of what role they play on the plantation. Do you understand?” “Yes, Boss Edward! Ramses answers simply. “And slave, modesty plays no part in a slave’s life. That is a luxury for the free man.” Edward continues. “Total nakedness is normal for River’s Bend’s slaves and you are no different. You’ll be kept naked and your body will be open to the scrutiny of any black man who wishes to examine you. You will hide nothing from us. When you stand before a black man, you will stand with your body held proudly erect, with your feet apart and your hands clasped behind your head. Again, do you understand me?” “Yes, Boss Edward.” Contemptuously, Edward looks down on the visibly quaking slave and shouts. “Then, DO IT! Assume the position I just described. And be quick about it unless you want to feel my whip on your worthless, white hide.” Hastily, Ramses scrambles to his feet and assumes the position demanded of him. He stands with his feet apart, body held erect – or so he thinks – and his hands clasped behind his head with his fingers intertwined. “I said stand proudly erect, slave.” Edward roars and uses the handle of his whip to sharply rap both Ramses’ knees. “Stop slouching and straighten those legs and stand up straight. That’s it. Now push both elbows back so that your chest is thrust forward. And suck in your belly.” Edward’s overbearing manner and loud shouting are intimidating and Ramses begins to quiver in fear as the chief overseer reaches out and squeezes his bunched-up biceps before moving to his chest. Here, Edward pauses to, at first, playfully tease both nipples into needle-point erections. Then, maliciously, he twists and pinches the tender flesh until Ramses begins to squirm from pain at which point, Edward slaps the slave’s face and shouts. “Stand still, fuck you!” Edward’s hands slide down over Ramses’ belly where he uses a finger to probe the depth and soundness of the belly button. Satisfied, that there isn’t a hernia, the overseer turns his attention to the still tumescent cock and for the next few moments, he plays with the slave’s twitching erection. His closed fist slides up and down the stiffened shaft causing Ramses to moan softly at the pleasurable sensation of having his cock played with. A small, pearl-like bead of precum oozes from the piss-slit and threads its way downwards. “You are unlucky, boy, that you are uncircumcised. You’ll suffer the indignity of having Immutef ‘skin’ you. I have watched as other slaves have had their foreskins removed by Immutef’s knife and judging by their reactions, it’s not a pleasant experience.” “I look forward to his shame.” Yancy comments “I’ll enjoy seeing him suffer.” “And you will, Yancy.” Edward replies. “And he’s still to be branded. The branding-iron inflicts as much pain as the scalpel.” “When is that likely to happen, Edward?” Yancy asks eagerly. “Yancy, that’s a decision for Charles to make. But if I was to make an educated guess, I pendik escort think Charles will wait until he has Robert Trevannion abducted and brought to River’s Bend and do him and his whelp together.” “I hope so, Edward. And I hope we don’t have to wait much longer before we can use his white ass.” “Eager, aren’t you, lad!” Edward laughs. “But I share your anticipation. And speaking of his ass, we should check it out. Turn with your back to us and your feet apart, Ramses!” Ramses hurries into position and stands with his back to both black men. Quickly, he shuffles his feet apart and with his fingers intertwined, he locks his hands behind his head. He waits on Boss Edwards’s next move. Ramses shivers as he feels Edward place his hands on his shoulders to gauge their strength. “The slave has broad shoulders which should ‘muscle up’ well with hard work and the back is long and tapers down to a narrow waist. The ass is well-defined without being too large.” Edward gives a running commentary as he continues his appraisal. “Personally, I hate a large ass on a slave – although it does make a good target for the whip.” “Why is that, Edward?” Yancy asks. “It’s a matter of personal opinion, Yancy. I find an overly large ass on a whitey ascetically displeasing, Yancy. I guess it’s the physical make-up of white men as they are inferior, puny creatures and lack the muscular bulk and physical presence of the black man. A big ass on a white boy always appears out of proportion to the rest of him. But this boy’s ass is well- defined and in proportion to the rest of him. It’s the type of ass I like on a slave and love to fuck. And the crack between his ass-cheeks draws the eye to his buttocks. But let’s see more, shall we?” Edward slaps Ramses ass and curtly order him to, “Place those feet further apart, boy and bend at the waist. Let’s see what you have hidden away. Spread those ass-cheeks wide, slave.” Ramses bends at the waist and reaches behind to grasp an ass-cheek in both bands; he spreads them apart as far as humanly possible. The swollen flesh of his anus is still tender from Massa Charles’ recent brutal misuse of it and he winces from the unaccustomed pain. Edward uses a finger to poke at the swollen flesh and laughs. “It appears Charles exercised his owner’s right and gave his new slave’s pucker quite a pounding. Good for him. It’s quite swollen and puffy and will take a day or two to recover. I guess we’ll have to be patient for a little longer before we get to use it, Yancy.” “Charles mentioned that he’d ridden Ramses hard and noted that his ass-hole is swollen and tender.” Yancy replies.” He did say he’d speak to you about having the vet prescribe an ointment for it, Edward.” “As good as done! I’ll have the vet make up an herbal salve to use.” Next, Edward runs his hands down over Ramses legs. “He is long-legged and has good thighs which is promising. I understand that Charles will make a gift of the slave to you, Yancy. What plans do you have for the slave’s future?” “I’m still thinking on that, Edward! I want to work him hard and I don’t want him to live the life of a pampered house-boy like Ptolemy. I kinda fancy using him as my personal pony, eventually.” “He’d make an excellent slave to pull your cart, Yancy. He has the perfect body for cart pulling. But I suspect he needs conditioning before that happens. We need to bulk him up and condition his heart and lungs for such strenuous work.” “What do you suggest, Edward? After all, you are more experienced in these things. I’ll take your advice as to how we prepare him for life as a carriage slave.” “Well, Yancy! I strongly advice we begin by putting him to work on one of the water- wheels. That’s guaranteed to give him hard muscle, strengthen his legs and increase his lung capacity. That would be my strong recommendation.” “Then, let’s do it, Edward.” “And there’s no time like the present to get him started, Yancy”. Edward slaps Ramses ass and orders him to. “Straighten up, boy and follow me. Time to put you to work to pay for your keep.” Dispiritedly, Ramses trails behind the two black men as they head towards the river and one of the massive water-wheels to which he is to be chained. His life as a true hard labour slave is about to begin. To be continued …………..

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