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The Adventures of Stampley Plantation
   
  By WannabeWhitman (MM, rape, nc, reluc, hist, interr, ds) 
   
  NOTE TO READERS: This is an ongoing series involving slavery in the antebellum South, non-consensual sex (sometimes with minors), and the use of racial epithets. The material is mostly of a homosexual nature, but includes some bisexual themes. If you think any of this might offend you, DO NOT READ. I realize some material may be distasteful and offensive to some readers, but nobody is forcing you to read it. The series covers a wide range of sexual expression, however, so just because you dislike one chapter doesnt mean you wont enjoy others. Keep in mind these are only FANTASIES based on Americas racial history and my own conflicted imagination about that history. My intention is not to condone or encourage racism, sex with minors, or rape. 
   
  Although this story is set in the antebellum South, I have not done extensive research and cannot guarantee complete historical accuracy. Most of the names, however, are taken from actual records of slave-owners and their slaves. 
   
  Any and all feedback is welcome and desired! I would love to hear advice on how my writing might improve, characters or scenes you particularly enjoy, suggestions for future characters or storylines, stories and fantasies of your own, and anything else you might want to share. E-mail me at WannabeWhitman@yahoo.com. 
   
  Chapter 6: Roadblock to Redemption
   
  James woke up the next morning with an ache in his heart. The feeling had been there when hed gone to bed, persisted through a restless nights sleep, and now threatened to stalk him for the rest of the day. 
   
  He looked sleepily out his bedroom windows and saw the sun beginning to rise in the distance. Today was the day of his journey to Columbus, where he planned to investigate the sale of Elijah and Thads father and determine what options there were, if any, to buy him back. 
   
  Yesterday, hed been so distraught by the dream of his deceased mother, and so devoted to the idea of redeeming his despicable behavior, that hed insisted on arranging the trip for the next day. This morning, lonely and half-asleep, he dreaded the length of the journey, and the stress of finding his way around a strange city. He wanted nothing more than to crawl back under his covers and escape the chill of the morning air. 
   
  James rose wearily from his bed, walked to the chamber pot in the corner of the room, and let out a hot, light-yellow stream of morning piss. After shaking the last drops from his relieved dick, he wet a cloth in the washbasin beside his bed and proceeded to wash his face, neck, underarms, and crotch. The distractions of this morning routine did nothing to relieve the ache pounding in Jamess chest. 
   
  For one thing, he missed Elijah more than he wanted to admit. There is no lonelier feeling in the world than climbing into a large, empty bed where one has shared pleasure and joy with another human being for the previous ten nights. Of course he would have loved to enjoy the warm grip of Elijahs ass, or release a load or two of cum into the boys stiffly sucking mouth, but Jamess sense of emptiness at the boys absence was about much more than that. He missed hearing the boys cute snoring in the middle of the night, or the way hed sometimes mumble incomprehensible sentences in his sleep. He missed the musky smell of the boys sweat and ass that  hung in the midnight air after an hour of intense fucking. He missed the eager, messy way Elijah devoured his breakfast every morning, just as wide-eyed with disbelief and excitement on the tenth morning as hed been on the first. 
   
  James also felt a sense of dread and desperation when hed consider that it had been almost an entire day since hed seen the boy. What if Elijah had fallen ill, run away, or  James nearly fainted as he thought of it  taken his own life? What if hed gotten into a fight with one of the other slave-boys, bruising or permanently scarring his beautiful face? What if one of the older bucks, hearing rumors of Elijahs new duties in the Masters mansion, had decided to have his OWN fun with the boys youthful body? Or even worse, what if one of the overseers, oblivious to Jamess affections for Elijah, had used the boy for a drunken midnight fuck? When James thought of these possibilities, his entire body grew hot and weak with an insane, overwhelming jealousy. He found himself wanting to throw shoes or dishes or lamps against the walls, smashing them in a fury of irrational panic and possessiveness. 
   
  James was also having misgivings about his plans to find Elijahs father. They were the misgivings of a man still dedicated to the straight and narrow, but disheartened by the self-denial he knew his moral decision demanded. 
   
  On the one hand, reuniting Elijah with his father would make James a popular Master and instill a sense of obligation in Elijah to repay the favor. But on the other hand, bringing the father back to Stampley Plantation would disrupt the dynamic James had been enjoying for the past three weeks. It wasnt as if thoughts of Elijahs helpless, grieving mother never troubled Jamess conscience. But for some strange reason, the absence of the boys father made him all the more erotically exciting for James. James liked being the only man in Elijahs life, a fatherly figure with extra benefits. The idea of stealing Elijah away from a mother AND father troubled James in a way that dragging him from a broken home didnt. Not to mention that a grown slave man could create a lot more trouble if he took it in his mind to protect his son, drawing unwanted and embarrassing attention to Jamess new habits. 
   
  James slowly dressed in the crisp, clean clothes Abel had laid out for him the night before: a white collared shirt, vest, frock coat, stovepipe hat, and cotton slacks. James grabbed a small leather satchel from his closet and filled it with some money, enough clothes for the next two days, the novel hed been reading before meeting Elijah, and a signed pass for the stable-boy, so that he could run errands or enjoy some leisure time without being harassed while James was conducting business elsewhere. 
   
  After pausing to make sure he hadnt forgotten anything, James walked down the marble staircase and out the front door. Jacob the stable-boy stood dutifully beside the hitched wagon hed pulled up in front of the plantation-house. 
   
   Mornin, Massuh James, Jacob greeted him, moving immediately to take the luggage from his hands. 
   
  Good morning, Jacob, James replied, feeling a sudden pang of excitement and nervousness. He hadnt had any interaction with the stable-boy since the day of Mr. Potters tour, and the striking, even intimidating effect that the young mans good looks had on him came flooding back to his memory. Even with the puffy eyes and chapped skin of early morning, Jacob looked like a beautiful African prince. 
   
  Perhaps the days journey wont be so dull after all, James thought with growing enthusiasm. The stable-boy would definitely make for some pleasant eye-candy to get his mind off Elijah.  
   
  Jacob carried Jamess satchel and placed it in the back of the wagon. 
   
  Do you think its going to be a hot day? James asked, his voice breaking like a teenage boys. He wanted to establish some kind of rapport with the slave, but felt like a blubbering idiot the instant the words were out of his mouth. How absurd, James thought to himself. A Negro slave no older than 19 turning a grown white man nearly twice his age into a stuttering schoolgirl! 
   
  Do the rooster crow in the mornin, Massuh James? Jacob smiled, instinctively slipping into happy darky mode in spite of himself. He knew most white folks loved clever little comebacks like that.
   
  Right you are, right you are, James replied, laughing. His body, tense since coming into Jacobs presence, relaxed a little in relief at what felt like a step toward casual camaraderie. I guess the only thing to cool this summer heat would be some rain, but I suppose we dont want that either if we want to make it to Columbus today.
   
  You sho right about that, Massuh James, Jacob nodded with a strained smile on his face. Goddamn white folks and their fake-ass attempts at small-talk with niggers, Jacob thought with contempt. He noticed Jamess resemblance to Master Walt and wanted to spit in his face. 
   
  How long you figure the trip will take us? James asked, walking toward the wagon. 
   
  I reckon well get there somewhere abouts sundown, Jacob answered, holding out his ebony-colored hand to help James into the rear wagon seat. I done took Massuh Walt on this trip plenty of times, so dont worry, you in good hands, Massuh James. I knows all the short cuts. 
   
  Now thats music to my ears, James said, grinning and using the support of Jacobs strong arm to hoist himself up to his seat on the wagon. 
   
  Corny-ass motherfucker, Jacob thought to himself, smiling and nodding. 
   
  Just as Jacob began checking on the security of the bridles and reins, both men heard high-pitched shouts coming toward them from within the house. 
   
  Master James! Master James! It was Becky, hollering and waving her right arm for them not to leave. Dont you boys forget your lunch now, she scolded, shuffling onto the front porch and handing Jacob a basket with a blue cloth covering the top. 
   
  James thought he detected a vibe of awkwardness between the two. Probably Jacobs dark skin, James guessed. He knew a lot of stuck up mulattos in the North, and figured there were plenty in the South as well. 
   
  Theres enough fried chicken and biscuits for the both of you, Becky beamed, looking past Jacob to where James was sitting in the wagon. Theres a jug of cider too. I hope they feed you well where youre going, but in case they dont, Ill be sure to have a real good meal waiting for you when you get back!
   
  Thank you, Becky! You sure do know how to treat a man like a king! James said, smiling. I swear youre the best cook in Georgia, Becky. My Uncle sure was lucky to have you around for so long!
   
  Jacob smirked at Becky, knowing his back was to James. Becky blushed, for more reasons than James knew. 
   
  You two be safe now, you hear? she said, changing the subject and shooing Jacob away. 
   
  Dont worry about us, Becky, James assured her. I know Im leaving my place in good hands with you and Abel. See you in a couple days!
   
  Jacob carried the lunch-basket to the back of the wagon and secured it with some leather straps. Then he walked to the front of the wagon and hopped onto the flat board making up the front seat about four feet in front of James. Taking the reins in his hands and nodding with another smirk toward Becky, Jacob gave a sharp flick of his wrists and the wagon took off down the dusty path leading to the main road. 
   
  It took James at least an hour to grow accustomed to the noisy jerking and bouncing of the wagon. In Boston and on the journey to Stampley Plantation, James had always ridden by stagecoach, which while bumpy and occasionally dusty, was a much quieter and smoother ride. The sounds of the horses hooves against the dusty road, combined with those of the turning wheels and rocking body of the wagon, made the ride so noisy that he couldnt talk to Jacob without shouting. After a couple awkward and futile attempts at starting a conversation over the racket, James finally gave up and settled back for a silent ride. James was partly relieved to be spared the pressure and embarrassment of interacting with the young slave.
   
  The freedom from conversation also gave James the opportunity to drool over Jacobs lithe adolescent body without interruption or distraction. Just as he had when Jacob had driven he and Mr. Potter around Stampley Plantations 3,154 acres that second day, James savored every visual detail of the teenage boys good looks. Only this time he didnt have to break his ogling down into quick, fleeting glances while pretending to listen to Mr. Potters boring stories. He could stare as long and intently as he liked, knowing Jacobs eyes were focused on the road.
   
  He started with the stable-boys thick, wooly hair, tangled and sprouting a good three inches in all directions. It looked dirty and had flecks of straw and leaves in it. 
  Then James took in the young mans smooth neck, sturdy and colored deep ebony. A thin sheen of sweat glistened on top of the rich dark skin. Jamess eyes moved slowly to Jacobs slender back, its shoulder-blades pressed out against a beige, scratchy-looking shirt. He loved to watch Jacobs back muscles tense and ripple when the boy would shift in his seat or lean forward, elbows on his knees. 
   
  He could see patches of sweat soaking through Jacobs shirt under his arms and across his back. James wondered how the Negros sweat would smell and taste. 
   
  But of course the part of Jacobs body that earned the bulk of Jamess attention were the muscled half-globes resting on the wooden seat, pressed tightly against the young mans muddy cotton pants as if trying to escape. James shook his head in lustful amazement at the consistent beauty of Negro male buttocks. Every ass on a Negro male hed seen so far curved firmly up and out from the small of the back in perfect upturned semi-circles. So different from the flat or flabby asses on most white men! 
   
  Its just not fair, James thought with amusement. Youd think God could have stopped after endowing the Negro with a phallus longer, thicker, and more powerful than the average white mans. That was certainly generous enough. But no, he also saw fit to bless the Negro male with a temptingly upturned, perfectly rounded backside that made anyone looking at it, man or woman, want to reach out and grasp its firm, fleshy mounds. Cursed race my ass, James chuckled to himself.
   
  A thin line of sweat outlined Jacobs ass-crack through his dirty pants. Jamess dick jerked to life when he stared too long at it. He got goosebumps when he imagined how exciting it would be to clutch the ripe upturned melons in both hands, slowly spreading them apart to see, smell, and taste the mystery hidden deep in their crease. 
   
  It turned James on even more when he thought of the youths strength and masculinity. James wasnt naïve; he knew Jacob probably wasnt a virgin to the realm of all things sexual, as Elijah had been. In fact, James would be surprised if the young man hadnt made at least a dozen Negro girls VERY happy over the past few years. Picturing the young buck pumping his manhood deep between a pretty Negro girls thighs only increased his desirability in Jamess eyes. 
   
  But James was aroused to think that Jacob was most likely a stranger to the experience of sex between men. Perhaps not as ignorant to the concept as Elijah had been, but almost certainly just as inexperienced. 
   
  James recalled the thrill hed gotten when Mr. Potter informed him one night that as far as he knew, neither Jamess uncle or any of his overseers had ever had a liking for boys or men. Unless they was bought from someplace else, Mr. Potter assured him mischievously, all the Stampley boys got assholes just as pure and tight as the day they popped out their Mamas bellies. Mr. Potter had gone on to tease him about how lucky a bugger like James was, as he frequently had to pay high prices to replenish the supply of virgins for he, his two sons, and his overseers.    
   
  This meant that the idea of sucking a mans prick or taking another mans dick up his ass was probably as foreign and repulsive to Jacob as eating horse manure or fucking a pig. He probably had a gal of his own, maybe even a wife. Hell, he might even have kids for all James knew. The possibility only increased Jacobs masculine, virgin appeal. 
   
  What began as casual ogling, intended to pass the time, slowly grew into a maddening lust. Jamess admiration for the boys lanky build and tight adolescent muscles soon turned into an intense, demanding curiosity to see, smell, taste, and touch all the hidden and most intimate parts of his stable-boys body. 
   
  If James had been in a similar situation a month ago in Boston, lusting after a young Negro driving one of the citys coaches, he would have had no choice but to suffer his strangling, impotent lust from afar, then rush home for relief from the frustrating substitute of his hand. 
   
  But everything is different here, James reminded himself. Jacob was a piece of Jamess PROPERTY, no more or less so than the wagon beneath him, the clothes on his back, or the money in his leather satchel. James knew he could stop the wagon, rip off the young mans clothes, and take the stable-boys body right then and there in the back of the wagon or ditch by the side of the road. And in the unlikely case that his white Southern peers discovered the rape, James knew he would almost certainly have their tacit, if not explicit, approval. Hell, a man like Mr. Potter would hoot and holler and congratulate him on in his depravity. Even the sodomitic nature of the behavior would probably escape condemnation, for the simple fact that hed be fucking a beast, a piece of chattel, rather than an actual man considered his equal. Knowledge of his immunity from judgment or punishment spurred James on in his lustful thoughts. 
   
  Another part of the temptation for James was Jacobs age. Jacob was a young MAN, fully in the prime of his physical and sexual development. James had taken great pleasure in robbing Elijah of his innocence; there was no doubt about that. But with the exception of his enormous dick, Elijah was still physically and mentally a boy. Any sense of his manhood was only vaguely formed, tentative and hypothetical. 
   
  Jacob, on the other hand, was a virile young MAN. He was probably cocky when hanging out with his buddies or trying to impress the Negro girls. He probably bragged about his dick, and most likely knew how to use it well. In just one days time, he probably produced enough spunk to fill a bucket. He had curly dark facial hair down his cheeks and above his lips. He had a lithe muscled build that probably made him a frequent victor in boxing or wrestling matches with his Negro pals. He was probably aware, at least vaguely, of the interest some men might take in his dick or asshole, but proudly reserved the first for pussy and the second solely for farting and shitting. 
   
  Violating the virginity of a young MAN, forcing his bodys participation in shameful and emasculating acts, would be a thrill far beyond that of stealing a boys innocence. Jamess dick hardened in his pants as he realized that taking Jacobs MANHOOD would be a pleasure exceeding even that offered him by Elijahs virgin asshole. 
   
  The possibility, once fleshed out in his mind, immediately became an obsession. Fully imagined, it was an experience James couldnt shake from his mind. A life without sampling such a pleasure suddenly seemed unbearably boring.
   
  James looked down with embarrassment at the hard dick clearly outlined against the fabric of his trousers, and hoped Jacob didnt look back at him. He clenched his eyes shut and tried to focus on the dream of his mother and the decidedly NON-sexual purpose for the days journey. He even tried to think of Elijah, but the boy whod consumed his thoughts just an hour earlier now seemed small and distant in his mind. After more than ten days of fucking the same mouth and ass  beautiful, to be sure, but the SAME nevertheless  James craved the new pleasures that a body like Jacobs promised. 
   
  Just wait to get back to Stampley, James told himself. It would be impossible to enjoy Jacob on the trip to Columbus without inconvenience or embarrassment. But if he waited three days, he could enjoy the young man in privacy for as long as he wanted. Three days felt like an eternity to wait for the pleasure his mind and body now stubbornly demanded. James shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Hoping it would make the time go by quicker, he pulled his hat down over his eyes and fell into an awkward, restless nap. 
   
  Jacob hadnt wasted a moments reflection on his new Master since the trip started, other than to feel tense and annoyed by the mans eyes staring intently at his back. Damn, Jacob thought to himself, aint there plenty of things to look at besides a niggers back?!? 
   
  The sun rose to illuminate a beautiful day. Jacob enjoyed the smell of the trees, fields and occasional pond or creek theyd pass on their drive. He liked to feel the mild breeze against his face, created by the wagons movement. His stomach growled in eager anticipation of Beckys fried chicken and biscuits. Sharing the Masters lunch was one of the few perks to these trips. That and the chance to see the city, maybe even enjoy a fling or two with one of the local girls if he was lucky to get leave of the Master long enough. 
   
  He thought about how funny Becky had acted toward him that morning. Shed been real distant and weird around him ever since the fling that led to his troubles with Master Walt. Shes probably just pissed I dont give her the dick no more, Jacob concluded. He was used to girls and women getting addicted to his dick, then angry when he moved on to give others the same pleasure. 
   
  Occasionally Jacob and James would pass other wagons on the road, and Jacob always liked to see if they carried any pretty nigger girls or women. If they did, hed subtly nod or wink at them in a way that left no doubt in their minds how he felt about their looks. 
   
  Of course if there were WHITE women or girls on board, he was careful to look down and away as the wagon passed. Hed heard too many horror stories about niggers being hanged or getting their balls chopped off after nodding at a white woman the wrong way, or letting their eyes linger just a second too long on some white girls flowing hair or pert young breasts. 
   
  Not that Jacob didnt WANT to look. His attraction to white girls was actually the source of a lot of guilt for the stable-boy. Vicious and permanent as his hatred for white people was, he couldnt help but be curious to know what a white girls breasts would look like, naked and groped by his rough black hands. Sometimes hed jerk off to fantasies of his cock stuffed in some horrified white girls throat, or pumping in and out between her smooth, pale thighs. 
   
  Jacob comforted himself with two thoughts. First, his attraction was nothing more than curiosity; hed never pursued it, and it had never diminished his love of nigger women. He knew plenty of niggers who drove themselves crazy drooling over white flesh either they couldnt have, could have but didnt know it, or could have, DID know it, and were just too afraid theyd get caught. Most of the time these obsessions formed after some rebellious teenage daughter or bored housewife used them as their sexual playthings for a week or two, then forgot about them after the thrill of breaking the taboo had faded. At least hed been spared THAT fate, Jacob thought to himself. 
   
  The second point of consolation was that Jacobs lust for white women was solely a lust for violence. He hated white men, and knew there was nothing the white man feared, forbade, and despised more than the rape of a white woman by a nigger. (Of course it was always considered rape, even when the white bitch initiated and begged for it). In Jacobs mind, there was no better expression of his hatred for white men, no better act of defiance, than to force his African manhood into a white girls pussy, even if only in his imagination. When he pictured himself fucking a white girl, it was always rape, always an act of punishment and humiliation. With every thrust he was trying to rip open her pink flesh with his black dick, and pollute her body with his nigger sweat and seed. Every white cunt he fucked in his mind was the daughter or granddaughter or wife or mother of a white man he loathed. 
   
  After several hours, James noticed theyd turned off the main road onto a smaller, bumpier road with less traffic. 
   
  One of the shortcuts I was tellin you bout, Massuh James! Jacob shouted over the din of the wagon wheels. 
   
  James nodded and looked around. The road cut through more forest than fields, and he saw farmhouses, shacks, and plantation-mansions far less frequently than hed seen to the left or right of the main road. 
   
  Of course the lack of scenery only added to the boredom of the trip. 
   
  The first few hours of the ride had gone by quickly, but as the sun rose higher in the sky, the heat grew more intense and the length of the trip seemed almost unbearable. James took off his hat and overcoat, removed his vest, and unbuttoned the top buttons of his collared shirt to cool off. He noticed the small patches of sweat on Jacobs back had now spread to soak through most of his shirt. 
   
  As the day approached noon, Jamess stomach began to growl, taunted by the occasional whiffs of fried chicken and biscuits from the back of the wagon. Eventually his hunger became too much to bear. 
   
  Should we stop and eat soon? James asked loudly, leaning forward. He realized how comically inappropriate it was for him, the Master, to be asking his slave to determine their lunch schedule. 
   
  Massuh Walt and me had us a spot we always stopped at for lunch! Jacob shouted back. It aint too far from here, if you dont mind waitin, Massuh James! Massuh Walt always liked it cuz it gots a creek for some fresh water and a swim to cool off!
   
  James smiled and nodded his approval. 
   
  Thatd be just fine, Jacob! he yelled, then sat back in his seat. Right now he would welcome anything to break up the monotony of the trip, and quenching his thirst with some cold creek water, followed by lunch and a refreshing swim, sounded heavenly. His dick twitched at the thought of swimming with his slave. Swimming meant being naked. And while he wasnt sure of the proper protocol, he sure as hell had no problem inviting Jacob to join him..which meant all the aforementioned delights of the lunch-break, PLUS a look at the flesh stingily hidden by Jacobs sweaty clothes.
   
  About five minutes later, Jacob pulled the reins back and slowed the wagon to a halt on the right side of the narrow dirt road. About thirty feet from the road James could see a small clearing surrounded by trees. He could see the sparkling of a creek, and now that the wagon was stopped he could hear the sounds of its gently flowing water. 
   
  Tying the reins around the hitch to the left of his wagon seat, Jacob hopped out of the wagon and reached out to help James down. James felt a rush of excitement at the hot, rough skin of the youths hand firmly grasping his own. 
   
  This be the place, Massuh James, Jacob said, unfastening Beckys basket from the back of the wagon. I thinks youll like it. I knows Massuh Walt was always real happy stoppin here. It be real nice and cool in the shade. 
   
  Jacob was right. As James followed Jacob through a criss-crossed path twenty feet or so through a tangle of trees and brush, he noticed the air was considerably cooler than where the sun beat blisteringly down on the wagon and road. With Jacobs back toward him, James stole lustful glances at the stable-boys sweat-soaked clothes clinging to his body, revealing the contours of muscles and dark skin beneath. Jacob led him into a semi-circular clearing at the side of a creek, covered with tangled grass and shaded by the surrounding trees. 
   
  I dont know bout you, Massuh James, but I gots to piss like a horse, Jacob declared bluntly, unfastening his belt as he did so. He walked to a far corner of the clearing and began to piss. James could hear the thundering sound of the young mans piss splashing against dirt and leaves. He got a chill of excitement at the sound and tried to picture the dangling appendage producing such a powerful stream. It reminded him of the ache in his own bladder, so he walked to an opposite corner of the clearing to piss.
   
  After emptying his bladder, James collapsed against the thick trunk of one of the trees on the outer edge of the clearing, savoring the pleasant relief of the cool air. 
   
  Thank you, Jacob, James said, his nervousness of the morning returning. This looks like a wonderful place to stop. Sit down and rest. Lord knows you deserve it after driving in the heat all morning. 
   
  Thanks, Massuh James, Jacob replied, slumping down with his back against a tree several feet from James. Jacob removed the cloth from Beckys basket and dutifully held the basket out to James. James pulled out the jug of cider, two biscuits, and a thick leg of fried chicken. Jacob then eagerly grabbed his own piece of chicken, and once he saw James take a bite, wasted no time hungrily tearing into the meat with his teeth. 
   
  The first few minutes were silent except for the sounds of energetic chewing and the occasional compliment to Beckys cooking skills. The fried chicken wasnt as crispy as normal, but the salty coating of grease and flour and the meat already warmed by the heat of the sun combined to make a tasty meal for the two men. 
   
  James took a long drink from the cider-jug, then handed it to Jacob, who followed suit. James felt a strong desire to talk with Jacob, to hear about his life on Stampley Plantation and grow acquainted with the young mans humor and personality. But he felt shy and clueless as to how to go about doing so. 
   
  Despite Jacobs smiles and jovial words, James sensed a cockiness and detachment that made him uncomfortable. James longed for a sincere friendliness from Jacob. He wanted Jacob to trust and like him in a way hed never liked or trusted Uncle Walter, and probably any other white man for that matter.  Even though he was the boys Master, James feared that at any moment hed say something to annoy the handsome young man, and ruin any chance at true friendship between Master and slave.
   
  How old are you, Jacob? James asked nervously.
   
  Ise 18, Massuh James, Jacob said with a mouthful of chicken, focused on shooing away a fly attracted by the youths sweat-soaked clothes.
   
  Ahhhh, what Id give to be 18 again! James laughed, taking another sip of cider. 
   
  Jacob looked at him with a puzzled expression. 
   
  You talk like youse an old man, Massuh James, he said, thinking to himself that white folks always got so melodramatic over the pettiest things. He remembered Master Walt bitching about his graying hair at least a hundred times on these trips. You aint but what..22, 23??? Jacob actually guessed James at 28 or 29, but was an expert in telling white folks what they wanted to hear. 
   
  James laughed, blushing. Thats very kind of you, Jacob. You sure know how to get on your Masters good side! Im actually an ancient THIRTY years old! James pointed to the slight receding hairline that had caused him so much worry over the past couple years.
   
  That aint nothin at all, Massuh James! Jacob said, shooing James away dismissively. You still a spring chicken!
   
  James laughed again, relieved at the pleasant back-and-forth hed initiated with Jacob. 
   
  Jacob found the small-talk tiresome, and wished James would let him finish his lunch in peace. Master Walt never talked this much. He actually ignored Jacob most of the time, which Jacob preferred to Jamess annoying questions.
   
  But James persisted, asking Jacob how long hed lived on Stampley Plantation, if he was married or had any family there, what he liked to do in his leisure time, what his Uncle had been like as a Master, and anything else he could think of to avoid an awkward silence and assure the stable-boy that he was a kind and caring Master. 
   
  Jacobs replies were brief and showed just a hint of impatience, James thought. They were friendly, even humorous at times, but James couldnt shake the sense that Jacob was simply putting on a show, keeping his true feelings and answers carefully concealed. It seemed like something the young man could do in his sleep, so different from the spontaneous bursts of energy and self-revelation James frequently enjoyed from Elijah. 
   
  At first James felt hurt and intimidated by Jacobs cheerful aloofness. His hurt soon turned to frustration, and his frustration quickly changed into anger and horniness. James realized he was probably just deluding himself with his attempts to befriend his stable-boy. Perhaps deep down all he REALLY wanted to do was fuck the young man. Perhaps all he was TRULY interested in was Jacobs striking handsomeness, and the effort to get to know the boy was just a shallow and disingenuous strategy to get in his pants. Perhaps the institution of slavery made honest friendship between a white man and Negro impossible. Perhaps the kind of interracial intimacy James craved could only be enjoyed through force and manipulation. 
   
  These thoughts saddened James, but also freed him to drool over Jacob more confidently. Jacob reclined against his tree, picking the meat out of his teeth with a small twig hed found on the ground. Jamess eyes were drawn magnetically to the unmistakable bulge outlined by the thin cloth of Jacobs pants. Every now and then Jacob absent-mindedly scratched or grabbed at his crotch, making Jamess tortured lust all the more acute. James wondered what it looked like. Was it bigger than Elijahs? Smaller? Lighter? Darker? Thicker? Smellier? Tastier? James felt like he would wither up and die if he didnt feast his eyes and mouth on its mysteries before the afternoon was over. 
   
  This was the perfect opportunity, James thought to himself. They had complete privacy. The clearing was back from the road, and the road had seen no traffic since their arrival. Jacob was his slave, and had to obey his orders. He could do anything he wanted with the young man. He could lick every sweaty inch of Jacobs dark-skinned body. He could fuck the aloofness and defiance off the Negro boys face. He could make him scream and beg for mercy, with nobody around for miles to hear or care. Jamess dick sprang to life as he pictured the limitless possibilities. 
   
  Lets cool off with a swim! James suggested spontaneously, leaping to the ground. Hed already made up his mind what he was going to do, but wanted to make the transition as easy and natural as possible. 
   
  Jacob looked up, surprised. Master Walt never invited Jacob to join him for a swim, even before the whole Becky fiasco. Jacob waved James away and shook his head. 
   
  Naw, you go ahead, Massuh James, I aint much of a swimmer. Hed actually been swimming in the creek behind the slave quarters all his life, but wasnt comfortable with the idea of being naked in his Masters presence, and preferred to enjoy a quick nap while James swam.
   
  Awww, come on, Jacob! James insisted. You cant tell me you dont want to get out of those sweaty clothes! James pointed at Jacobs shirt, which now looked like it had been drenched with a bucket of water. 
   
  If its alright with you, Massuh James, Jacob asked. Id be mighty grateful for the chance to rest my eyes. 
   
  James paused, frustrated by Jacobs obstinacy. For a moment he felt self-conscious about the idea of his pale, thin body being naked beside the muscled Africans magnificent nude body, and almost changed his mind. The thought of seeing Jacobs youthful body completely exposed was too enticing, however, and he persevered in his plan. 
   
  James hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt, stripped it off, and threw it near the tree where hed been sitting. Jacob looked away uncomfortably. James lifted his legs and removed his shoes. Then he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his trousers, shoved them to the ground, stepped out of them, and then kicked them toward his shirt. His nakedness in front of Jacob made him feel nervous and embarrassed. 
   
  His body was slender and in decent shape, certainly nothing to be ashamed of, but James felt insecure about his blindingly pale skin and lack of defined muscles hed admired on other men his age and younger. His legs were covered in a thin layer of dark curly hair, but his upper body was completely smooth with the exception of a few dark chest hairs. His ass was rounder and fleshier than most white mens, but still scrawny and flat compared to buttocks of African ancestry. A tangled patch of dark brown pubic hair sprouted above his dick. His medium-size balls hung in two pink sacks, covered lightly in wiry brown hair. 
   
  Jacob didnt want to look, but still caught glimpses of his Masters naked body in spite of himself. Other than Master Walt, Jamess was the only white mans body Jacob had ever seen naked. Even the overseers that raped his mother and sister had only bothered to pull their dicks out of their flies. James looked thinner and younger than Master Walt, but with the same pasty-white skin. Jacob wanted to laugh when he caught a glimpse of Master Jamess shriveled, pinkish dick. Superior race my ass, he thought with cynical amusement. 
   
  James walked over to the creek and dipped his toes in the water. It was cold but not freezing  the perfect temperature for relief from the heat of the day. He waded out into the middle, where the water only barely reached his waist. With a sudden plunge, James forced his whole body underwater, then stood back up, laughing and shouting. 
   
  Damn, that was cold! James said, smiling over at Jacob. It sure does feel good, though! He crouched into a sitting position beneath the rushing water, so that only his shoulders and head showed above the water line. 
   
  Dont be such a spoiled sport! James teased. The rest of the drive will sure feel a lot better after a nice swim!
   
  Jacob hoped James couldnt see him roll his eyes. Why couldnt Master James leave him the fuck alone?!? Damn, just because hes a slave doesnt mean he has to be the crackers best friend. Hed listened to the whiny, fake-friendly voice all through lunch, and now it wouldnt let him catch some shut-eye in peace. He wanted to shout, Shut the fuck up, you annoying, corny-ass motherfucker! but instead he just shook his head and said, No, thanks, Massuh James, Ise content right under this here tree.
   
  Jacob, James said, his voice growing tense with frustration. Im no longer asking you to join me. Im TELLING you to join me.
   
  Jacob flinched in surprise. For a fleeting second, his eyes flashed with hostility and his large, wide nostrils flared in defiance. Why the fuck did the man want him to swim so badly? Goddamn crackers and their crazy whims.
   
  Jacob didnt say a word, but reluctantly stood and slowly began unbuttoning his sweat-soaked shirt. 
   
  Jamess heart raced with excitement, faster and more breathless with every button freed by Jacobs large, dark fingers. 
   
  Staring blankly in front of him, trying desperately to hide a scowl, Jacob shrugged the shirt off his shoulders and let it drop to the ground. 
   
  James stared shamelessly at the young mans disrobing, and gasped at the beauty exposed before him. Jacobs chest was slender but defined with pectoral muscles standing slightly out from the rest of his chest. Two large, nearly pitch-black nipples dotted the rich black skin of each muscle. The young mans abdomen rippled with three muscles on each side. The Negros skin was covered with a sheen of sweat that made his ebony skin look even more beautiful. A narrow trail of black, curly hair moved down from a small, indented belly-button to the mystery below, still hidden by Jacobs cotton pants. 
   
  Jacob suddenly began to feel a discomfort beyond the normal annoyance and contempt he felt around white people. Master Jamess eagerness for Jacob to swim had seemed odd just a moment ago, but now it was starting to make sense. The man stared at his naked chest as if he was under some conjure womans spell. Master James had a sparkle in his eyes that Jacob sometimes saw in girls when they watched him working shirtless in the stable, or even worse, when he took off his clothes before fucking them. It was the same eager look hed seen on Nelsons face that night in the stable, and during all their subsequent encounters. 
   
  Motherfucker, Jacob thought to himself. Master James is a cocksucker just like Nelson! 
   
  Fuck me, he thought with rising worry. Hed taken plenty of shit from Master Walt and the mans overseers in his young life, but hed never had to worry about THAT. Hed heard Nelsons stories. He knew there were plantations where white men raped boys and men instead of girls and women, or boys and men IN ADDITION TO girls and women. But hed always thought of that as something that happened to OTHER niggers..far, far away from Stampley Plantation. Hed spent plenty of angry, anxious nights after some drunk overseer dragged Laney off to the overseer quarters, but hed never had to worry that it might be HIM snatched up and gang-raped in the middle of the night. 
   
  Until now. There was his Master, drooling over his naked chest like a dog waiting for its supper, probably stroking his puny little dick under the water. Fuck, fuck, FUCK, Jacob thought angrily. MOTHERFUCKER. What the fuck do I do now?!? 
   
  He wanted to snatch up his shirt, run to the wagon, and ride until he reached North. But Jacob knew that was a plan doomed to failure. The first white man to see an unfamiliar nigger driving a wagon without a white person in it was sure to start asking questions, demanding a pass, and Jacob would be busted. Besides, his heart was deeply entwined with the lives of those on Stampley Plantation, despite the tragedy hed suffered there. He couldnt bear the thought of never seeing Laney or Solomon again. And he knew Laney would probably follow in the footsteps of her mother if she lost her only remaining family member.
   
  Jacob felt choked by the same helpless feeling hed felt as a child when the overseers scattered his marbles and dunked his head in the wash bucket. He seethed with resentment at his treatment, but was powerless to do anything to stop it.
   
  Maybe his fears were exaggerated, Jacob thought hopefully. Maybe the Master smiled out of sincere friendliness, with no ulterior motives. Maybe Jacobs all-consuming hatred for white people had led him to judge a kind, innocent man unfairly.
   
  Jacob bent over to take off his shoes. He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and slowly pushed them to the ground. Now completely nude, Jacob sullenly walked to join James in the creek. 
   
  James could feel his body shaking, partly from the chill of the creek water, but mostly from the breathtaking beauty before him. Jacobs legs were thinner than his more developed upper body, but still showed firm muscles, the dark skin covered in tiny curls of crispy black hair. 
   
  Most impressive, however, was the appendage dangling between the young Africans legs. It was pitch-black with a purplish mushroom head, and hung at least seven inches in its completely soft state. It looked bigger than Elijahs did when soft, and considerably thicker. A thick patch of nappy pubic hair, similar to that on Jacobs head, covered the area above the impressive creature. 
   
  James gasped when he saw Jacobs balls. Enclosed in smooth, charcoal-black skin, they looked bigger and heavier than those hed seen on bulls. Jacobs entire crotch area glistened with sweat, and James felt an urge to seize the stable-boys dick and balls in his hands and taste their pungent heat before it was too late. 
   
  Uncomfortable with his Masters shameless stares, Jacob stepped into the creek and sunk his naked body beneath its waters. The cool water felt good against his hot skin.
   
  For about fifteen minutes, the two men made tense small talk, occasionally diving beneath the water for another refreshing rinse. 
   
  James noticed a spider-web of grayish scars across Jacobs back and shoulders, undoubtedly left by dozens of severe lashings. The scars looked painful enough; James could only imagine how they must have looked, raw and bloody in the immediate aftermath of a whipping.
   
  Jacob felt foolish for his earlier fears. James made no attempt to touch him, even in playful splashing and wrestling, and hadnt turned the conversation to anything sexual.
   
  James was thrilled by the young Negros nakedness so close to his. James knew that his old life in Boston could never in a million years have placed him in such an exciting scenario. He knew what he wanted to do, but didnt know how to go about doing it. 
   
  Elijah had been so easy in comparison, he thought. Forcing a sexual encounter with a slave-child in his own bedroom, knowing Mr. Potter was just down the hall in case anything went wrong, was very different than initiating sex on his own, in a strange environment, with a young man, miles away from Stampley Plantation. Knowing the power and threat he held over Jacob didnt make the introduction of the idea any less clumsy or potentially confrontational.
   
  We best hit the road ifn we wants to make Columbus fore nightfall, Jacob spoke up. He was eager to resume the journey and confirm the baselessness of his earlier worries. 
   
  Yeah, youre probably right, I guess we better get on with the day, James said with disappointment. He was beginning to panic. He knew he had to say or do something soon or else hed always regret losing such a unique opportunity.
   
  Jacob stepped out of the creek, water sparkling and dripping from his smooth ebony skin. 
   
  Jamess dick sprang to full instant hardness when he saw the flawless ass before him. It was ten times more breathtaking than anything hed imagined while staring at its clothed curves earlier that morning. Two rich-black upturned half-melons sprung out from the small of his back, their muscles flexing as Jacob walked toward his clothes. Their beauty was marred only by crisscrossed grayish scars, similar to those on the young mans back. 
   
  James felt an urgent uncontrollable impulse to rub his nose up and down the dark crease of Jacobs ass-crack, to pry them open with his fingers and tongue. 
   
  Stop! James shouted hoarsely, causing Jacob to turn his head in surprise just as he was leaning down to retrieve his pants, which were resting at the foot of the tree hed leaned against at lunch. 
   
  Massuh?!? Jacob asked uncertainly. 
   
  The change in his Masters tone of voice was unmistakable. This is it, Jacob thought to himself. The Masters going to try to rape me, just like those bastards raped Mama and Laney. FUCK. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.
   
  James walked out of the creek like a ghost from a swamp. His body was trembling with nervousness and excitement. 
   
  Jacob cringed when he saw that his Masters dick was now a rock-hard seven inches, jerking toward the sky. It looked red and angry. 
   
  Do as I say, and dont cause me any trouble, Jacob, James instructed, hoping he sounded more intimidating than he felt. I know this might sound strange, but I happen to find you..remarkably handsome. And as your new Master, its my right to take pleasure from your handsomeness however I see fit.
   
  Jacob stared at him with a look of undisguised hatred. 
   
  James shuddered, seeing laid bare the animosity hed earlier guessed was beneath the surface of the boys jokes and obsequiousness. 
   
  Suddenly James realized the almost laughably absurd danger of the situation he was in. Here he was, a soft, skinny white man with no whip, knife, or gun, trying to rape a strapping young buck at least five times stronger than him, miles from any white people who could come to his rescue if Jacob took it in his mind to resist his rape with violence. 
   
  But wasnt that precisely the perverse brilliance of Southern slavery?!? In many regions of the South, Negroes outnumbered whites twenty to one, so what stopped them from banding together to slaughter their Masters and claim the land for themselves??? 
   
  FEAR. Fear and ignorance. Ignorance that kept most slaves from knowing anything of the world beyond their own plantation. Ignorance from hearing over and over and over again that niggers are stupid, passive, weak, and helpless  intellectually inferior to the smarter, stronger, and more powerful white race. Messages of degradation and impotence repeated so often that some slaves end up believing they really ARE nothing more than dumb, cowardly niggers.
   
  Ignorance is the fertile breeding ground for fear. Fear of the whip. Fear of having ones limbs or genitals amputated. Fear of physical torture. Fear of death. 
   
  But more powerful even then self-interested fear, James knew, was the fear driven by love. Fear of seeing ones wife, husband, parents, or children whipped, raped, sold, or killed. Fear of being separated from ones family and childhood friends, from the only life one had ever known. 
   
  And this fear, James recognized, was the very thing that would allow him to abuse and enjoy Jacobs body without fear of resistance or danger. Fear was the thing that permitted him the exquisite pleasure of dominating someone so clearly his physical superior.
   
  Face forward with your back toward me! James ordered sternly, stroking his dick in his right hand. Place both hands against the tree, spread your legs, and bend over!
   
  Massuh James, I dont understand.. Jacob said, shaking his head. I thought we was goin to hit the road, Massuh James. 
   
  This wont take long, James said, thinking in the back of his mind that HOURS wouldnt be long enough for him to enjoy this handsome buck in every way he wanted. You heard what I said, Jacob. Spread your legs and bend over with your hands against the tree! NOW! 
   
  Jacob saw the older white man stroking his hard, veiny dick, and knew it could only mean one thing. The image of Nelson sprawled across the wooden stool that night in the stable flashed through his mind. 
   
  HELL NO! Jacob swore to himself. There was no fucking way he was going to let ANY man, especially a goddamn sissy cracker, fuck him like a bitch. It was one thing to get his dick sucked by another nigger friend of his, and to fuck him in the ass. That really wasnt all that different from fucking pussy, and there sure as hell wasnt anything bitch-like about that. Solomon and Charlie had done it too, and they for goddamn sure werent bitches. But there was no way in hell he was going to let a white mans dick fuck his asshole just like it was pussy. No man, not even Nelson or Solomon, was ever going to use his ass that way. 
   
  James saw the angry panic in Jacobs eyes, and quickly tried to steer clear of a confrontation. 
   
  Didnt you tell me you have a little sister? James asked threateningly. Im not going to hurt you, but if you refuse to cooperate Ill have no choice but to hurt you AND the person closest to you.
   
  Jacobs eyes flickered with impotent rage. He was ashamed that hed thought for even a second that James might actually be kind and sincere. Goddamn cocksucking bastard aint no different than the rest of em, he thought. 
   
  Im sure you wouldnt want anything to happen to your little sister, would you? James continued, his desperation to experience the delights of Jacobs flesh making him resort to these cruel threats. Like being whipped..or SOLD??? 
   
  Jacob knew his options were limited. He clenched his muscles in masculine resistance, but slowly spread his legs and leaned forward with his hands pressed against the tree. He felt shamefully feminine in that position.
   
  James could hardly believe this was happening. Just a few stern threats and a proud, manly slave like Jacob was bent over in complete submission. Jacobs dark upturned mounds were a temptation he could no longer resist. A temptation he no longer had any REASON to resist. 
   
  He walked forward, dropped to his knees, and grabbed Jacobs firm, fleshy ass-cheeks in both hands. Streams of water still trickled down the slaves smooth, ebony skin. James clutched, groped, and smacked the black buttocks like a child whos just opened a long-requested Christmas toy. 
   
  Jacob shut his eyes tightly in hatred and embarrassment. 
   
  Impatient to see the prize protected beneath both muscular mounds, James spread Jacobs ass-cheeks with his fingers. There, clenched tightly and deeply within the boys ass-crack, was Jacobs virgin asshole. The slit was slightly longer than Elijahs, but sealed just as tightly.  The tiny wrinkled hole was a lighter purplish color that stood out against the rest of Jacobs black skin, and it was surrounded by several curly wisps of Negro hair. The hair trailed up and down the insides of Jacobs ass-crack.  James thought to himself that the asshole looked angry and defiant, just like the young man to whom it belonged.
   
  Desperate for intimacy with Jacobs most prized and protected body part, James buried his face between the firm mounds of the young mans ass. He smashed his nose against the wrinkled opening and inhaled deeply. It had a strong, musky smell, a combination of skin, sweat, shit, and creek-water. Not as clean as Elijahs, but strangely more enticing. 
   
  James knew most men would find what he was doing repugnant, but he didnt care. The aroma and closeness to the young mans body was intoxicating. He shot out his tongue and licked up and down the outer edges of Jacobs crack. Urged on by the salty taste of the boys sweat, James circled his tongue around Jacobs anus, then lapped hungrily across its surface. 
   
  Jacobs body tensed in surprise and discomfort. This wasnt part of the horrors hed imagined. Never in his life had anyone licked his ass like it was pussy. Not even Nelson, who tended to be more sexually adventurous than most of the girls he fucked around with. And while Jacob had licked pussy plenty of times, hed never even CONSIDERED the possibility of licking a girls asshole. Why the hell would any man with even half a dick want to lick another mans shitter? Filthy pervert cracker motherfuckers, Jacob thought with disgust. What the fuck will they come up with next?!?
   
  James forced Jacobs cheeks apart with both hands, holding the ass firmly in place while he feasted on it like it was the last meal hed have for days. He poked and swirled his tongue around Jacobs purple pucker, savoring its tangy, forbidden flavor. He spit a big glob of saliva right on the clenched little hole, then spread the wetness around with his tongue. He hoped the warmth and lubrication of his spit would loosen the stubbornly sealed gateway to Jacobs insides. He longed to push his tongue deeper into the boys tunnel, to fuck him with his tongue the way he planned on later fucking him with his dick. 
   
  Jacob lurched his body forward in an attempt to escape these strange new sensations, but Master James had his butt firmly in his hands. His initial disgust quickly turned to surprised and reluctant pleasure. No tongues, fingers, or dicks had ever come within a foot of his asshole, so hed never known being touched where his shit comes out could feel so..good??? 
   
  He moaned in spite of himself at the pleasure the mans warm slurping was giving his tensed-shut asshole. He hated to admit it, but it almost felt as good as getting his dick sucked. It didnt make his dick get hard, but it still felt amazing. He felt guilty for feeling anything from a white mans touch other than disgust and hatred.
   
  Jacob dismissed his guilt and realized that the REAL thrill came from seeing a white man in such a degraded position, performing such a filthy act. And not just that, but doing something so nasty and humiliating to a NIGGERS asshole! He felt a little uncomfortable bent over like a bitch about to get fucked, but other than that what he was doing wasnt any worse than letting Nelson suck his prick. He liked seeing his Master worship his sweaty asshole like it was some kind of sacred shrine.  His dick began to rise when he thought of his Master down on his knees, slurping greedily away at the very hole through which hed taken a shit in the outhouse earlier that morning. This made him push his ass against the white mans face, and relax his asshole to let his Masters tongue sink deeper into him.
   
  James was encouraged when he noticed Jacob thrusting his ass eagerly backward, allowing James to bury his tongue even deeper into the slave-boys tight opening. The deeper his tongue reached, the hotter and tangier the boys ass tasted. James shuddered with excitement when he imagined how good it was going to feel to plunge his hard seven inches into the stable-boys obviously virgin hole. But he knew he had to pace himself..there were other parts of the boys body he wanted to enjoy first. 
   
  James pulled his face out of Jacobs ass and took a breath of fresh air. He could still smell the boys ass on his nose, lips, and chin. James jerked Jacobs body around to face him, pushed him into a standing position, and leaned him back against the tree. 
   
  James smiled and winked at Jacob when he noticed that the slaves thick purplish cock was now half-hard and still waking up. Jacob looked away and shut his eyes, annoyed and embarrassed. 
   
  Still on his knees, James wasted no time grabbing Jacobs shaft with his left hand and swallowing half of it into his mouth. Like Elijahs, Jacobs dick was circumcised. But that was where the similarities ended. To James, the 18-year-olds cock felt and tasted completely different from the younger slave-boys. While it wasnt as long, it was considerably thicker, and had the distinct weight, girth, and power of a full-grown Africans.  
   
  It also had a thick musky smell..or perhaps that was still the boys ass he was smelling. No, it was a different smell this time, something potent and nutty emanating from Jacobs gigantic, heavy-hanging balls. 
   
  James eagerly tried to fit as much of Jacobs manhood into his mouth as possible, but its thickness stretched his lips painfully and made it impossible to slide much more than two-thirds of the dick in his throat. He made a valiant effort, however, sucking and moaning and licking Jacobs shaft just as enthusiastically as he liked to have his own dick sucked by Elijah.
   
  Jacob was aroused by much more than the pleasurable sensations of having warm wet lips wrapped around his prick. That was a feeling as familiar to him as taking a piss. Dozens if not hundreds of girls had sucked him off, and that wasnt even counting Nelson. As far as blowjobs went, Master Jamess was average, somewhere between a virgins clumsy biting and Nelsons expert deep-throating.
   
  But Jacob had never been sucked off by a white person, male or female, and it turned him on immensely to watch his Master groveling and gagging on his knees like a nigger bitch. Jacob had been forced his entire life to place white folks pleasure before his own. He knew that legally he was considered the equal of the horses he cared for, a piece of livestock whose sole purpose in life was to make white folks lives easy and pleasurable. But here was a white man devoted to HIS pleasure, sucking a niggers dick like it was the most natural thing in the world. And he seemed to be ENJOYING it, just like the nigger women enjoyed it, and just like Nelson always enjoyed it. 
   
  That was the only thing disrupting Jacobs pleasure. He didnt WANT James to enjoy it. Where was the fun in degrading a white man if the sissy cracker LIKED being degraded?!? Jacob was intoxicated with this newly-discovered power, and he wanted to test its boundaries. He wanted to cause his Master pain and suffering and TRUE humiliation. 
   
  No longer thinking rationally or cautiously, Jacob reached out and grabbed a handful of hair on the back of Jamess head. It felt soft and thin in his hand, so different from the thick nappy tangles on most niggers. He reached out with his other hand and snatched another handful. Tightening his grip on both clutches of hair, Jacob yanked Jamess head toward him, forcing the older white mans mouth to take more of his dick. 
   
  Jamess eyes shot open in surprise, but he didnt put up a fight. Jacob held Jamess head in place and began forcing his dick deeper into the mans throat. 
   
  He shoved until all eight inches were stuffed into the back of Master Jamess throat, causing him to gag and try to pull off for air. The sound of his Masters gagging turned Jacob on all the more. Hed always liked to hear the same sounds coming from Nelson and the nigger girls he messed around with, but this was even more intense because it was a WHITE MAN gurgling and choking like a helpless slave. 
   
  Holding Jamess head firmly in place, Jacob thrust in and out of the mans throat like it was a tight wet pussy. He stood up from leaning against the tree, allowing himself the freedom to pump with all his might. 
   
  James began to panic. 
   
  At first hed felt an unexpected thrill when Jacob grabbed the back of his head. He got chills at the first sense of powerlessness, the knowledge that things were suddenly out of his control. He enjoyed the sound of the young mans masculine grunts, and the aggressive thrusts that shoved the thick African manhood further down his throat than Elijahs had ever been. He savored the sweet taste of the boys sweat, skin, and precum, and was surprised to find that he LIKED the feeling of another mans penis filling his mouth. 
   
  Hed enjoyed sucking Elijahs dick, but this was even better. Was it because hed surrendered the power of the act to Jacob, as hed never done with Elijah? James got no real PHYSICAL pleasure from the act, and his dick had even softened since switching his attentions from Jacobs ass to the boys dick. In fact, the hard, meaty appendage stabbing the sides of his mouth and back of his throat was uncomfortable at best, painful at worst. 
   
  But he had to admit, there was something unexpectedly thrilling about having his mouth used as a Negro boys pussy. He imagined all the girls Jacob had probably fucked in the same exact way he was now fucking the face of his older white Master. Jamess dick twitched at the thought of being the receptacle for the pent-up seed stored in the big balls slapping against his chin with every thrust.
   
  But the motions of Jacobs hips had become more aggressive, more demanding, and James was growing frightened. Several times he started to throw up his lunch, quickly swallowing it back down before the next violent thrust. He worried that perhaps this intensity wasnt typical of the stable-boys manly fucking motions, that the power dynamic established earlier had been forgotten or abandoned. 
   
  James screamed through his forced sucking, and pushed against Jacobs naked muscled legs. As James had feared, the stable-boy was too strong for him and his resistance was futile. Jacobs legs stood immovable, and his large hands continued to force Jamess mouth down on his dick.
   
  Jacob was caught up in a frenzy of lust and sexual power unlike any hed ever experienced. His white Masters screams only intensified his furious pounding. He looked down with angry, open eyes at the sight of his thick, soot-black dick slamming in and out of Master Jamess thin, red lips and pasty-white face. It was the most beautiful thing hed ever witnessed. 
   
  He knew when the Master tried but failed to push him away, that Jacob then had complete control. His sexual pleasure and craving for revenge pushed all thoughts of Laney, Solomon, even his own survival, completely out of his mind. All he wanted was to savor the most explosive, ecstatic orgasm of his life while hurting and humiliating a white man. 
   
  Jacob slapped James on the cheeks as he continued impaling the mans face with his dick. His slaps were mild at first, but grew harsher until they made loud smacking noises and left red handprints on the mans pale skin.
   
  You like the taste of coon dick, cracker?!? Jacob taunted, pulling his dick out of Jamess mouth and slapping it across the mans cheeks while he waited for an answer.
   
  James was scared for his safety, but against his will felt a sharp pang of excitement at being degraded by one of his own slaves. He wondered if Elijah had felt similarly when James had degraded HIM in a similar fashion. 
   
  James gasped for air, but couldnt bring to his throat the self-degrading words he knew Jacob wanted to hear. 
   
  With his left hand, Jacob yanked Jamess head back by the hair. With his right hand, he hit the man full and hard across the face. 
   
  What the fuck did I ask you, you little fairy cocksucker?!?
   
  James felt true terror now. He could already feel his cheek growing swollen and puffy where Jacob had hit him. He looked at the ground in dread and disbelief at the violent turn his afternoon plans had suddenly taken. He looked desperately toward the road and started screaming for help at the top of his lungs. 
   
  Jacob backhanded James with his fist. Now both of Jamess cheeks were bruised and swollen.
   
  Scream like that again and Ill fuckin DROWN your Yankee ass in the creek, you hear me?!? 
   
  Jacob shoved his thick pole all the way to the back of Jamess throat, then pulled out with deliberate slowness. Now answer my fuckin question..you likes the taste of nigger dick?!?
   
  James gulped in shame and looked at the ground. Yes, he mumbled.
   
  Yes, WHAT, you stupid ofay motherfucker?!? Jacob was relishing the performance hed fantasized about all his life.
   
  Yes, I do love nigger dick, James said softly. 
   
  Say it likes you fuckin mean it! Jacob ordered. You know how lucky you is to get a taste of this dick?!? You know how many nigger bitchesd  kill they own best friend for one TASTE of this motherfucker?!? He waved his thick pole obnoxiously in Jamess face.
   
  I LOVE NIGGER DICK! James yelled angrily. What the hell do you want from me?!? he pleaded helplessly. I love the way they look! Their size! Their smell! Their taste! What else can I say?!? 
   
  Jacob laughed contemptuously and shoved his dick back in Jamess mouth. 
   
  Now that be more like it, MASSUH James, Jacob said, sarcastically exaggerating Jamess title of authority. Now worship that African dick like the white pussy-boy you is! 
   
  Jamess eyes welled up with tears when he recalled his nervous attempts to befriend Jacob earlier that morning. How long ago that now seemed! And not more than ten minutes earlier hed been selfish and foolish enough to think he was actually going to have HIS way with the young mans body! How quickly and horribly circumstances can change, he thought to himself. 
   
  Jamess throat choked and burned with every angry thrust of the Africans massive dick.
   
  Jacobs eyes moved from the older white mans thin lips, dripping with spit and precum, to his pale ass. Thoughts of his next pleasure began to form in his mind. Hed always wanted to rape a white woman as a way to get back at all the white men who had ever done him harm. But wouldnt raping an actual white MAN be the more targeted and satisfying revenge?!? Especially a white man whose intentions just moments ago had been to take Jacobs OWN virginity??? Besides, he already knew how good a tight asshole felt wrapped around his dick, and he could only imagine how much BETTER the asshole of his helpless Master would feel. Too bad the sissys pussy probably already been fucked a hundred times, Jacob thought.   
   
  Jacob yanked Jamess head off of his dick. Turn over sos I can fuck that cracker pussy with this big African dick! Jacob ordered. 
   
  Jamess eyes grew wide in terror. In all his years of lusting after men and imagining the possibilities of male-male sex, James had never once had the desire to feel another mans cock fucking his asshole. The idea of fucking OTHER mens assholes had always been appealing, and had now become an addiction after discovering the exquisite pleasures of Elijahs teenage asshole. But having his OWN ass ravaged the way he longed to ravage others..HELL NO! Hed always imagined it would cause excruciating pain, and the screams hed witnessed from Elijah and Thad hadnt been too reassuring. 
   
  But now he was staring at Jacobs throbbing black monster, and the young man was planning on fucking him with it..violently and without mercy, no doubt!
   
  James jerked out of Jacobs grip and scrambled toward the creek, hoping he might be able to cross it and run to safety. Jacob laughed at the skinny white man stumbling around like a crazed animal.
   
  Where the fuck you think you gonna go, you stupid-ass cracker? Jacob said, laughing unsympathetically. 
   
  He pounced on James and pinned him to the ground. James was sprawled flat against the dusty Earth, paralyzed beneath the weight and strength of Jacobs muscular black body laying on top of him. 
   
  Jacob wasted no time finding his desired target. He had no desire to dirty his fingers by touching the white mans asshole, so he hoped the slobber still dripping off his dick would be enough lubrication to enter Jamess body. He arched his hips, pointed the enormous mushroom head of his midnight-black dick against his Masters tiny pink pucker, and shoved with all the strength his 18-year-old body could muster. 
   
  Jamess screams pierced the countrysides peaceful afternoon air. Jacob watched with delight as his thick shaft ripped into the white mans pink pussy. Based on its tightness and the pain of the mans screams, Jacob guessed with surprise that his Master was a virgin after all. The knowledge only made the assault all the more empowering and exhilarating for Jacob. 
   
  Without pulling his dick out, Jacob reached back and grabbed the blue cloth from Beckys lunch basket. He leaned forward and stuffed it in Jamess mouth to muffle the mans blood-curdling screams. 
   
  Smashing his body flat against Jamess, Jacob pumped his hips slowly up and down. In that position, Jacobs dick stayed deeply implanted in Jamess asshole, and every thrust only pushed the dick deeper, or moved it around in circular motions. 
   
  Jacob stayed in a slow rhythm at first, enjoying the hot soupy tightness of his white Masters violated insides. He savored the sound of Jamess screams of pain, now choked off by the blue towel. He listened eagerly to the squishing, slurping, farting noises of his dick plunging up and down into the white mans torn-open asshole. 
  Damn, hes got a tight asshole, Jacob thought. Definitely tighter than any pussy, and even tighter than Nelsons! 
   
  But an orgasm was only a small part of the satisfaction Jacob craved. Increasing the speed and intensity of his thrusts, he leaned his sweaty face next to Jamess so that he could whisper in the white mans ear.
   
  You feel that, motherfucker?!? You feel that nigger dick up inside your pussy, cracker?!?
   
  James nodded frantically in pained assent. His eyes were clenched shut and he bit down on the rag shoved in his mouth. 
   
  Yeah, you crackers all the same, Jacob continued. Always actin all high and mighty like you the rulers of the whole goddamn world, treatin niggers like shit, when all you cocksuckers really want is a niggers dick up yo ass! Youse all pathetic, if you ask me. 
   
  Jacob spit on Jamess face in disgust and continued pummeling the ass beneath him with deeper and harsher strokes.
   
  James had never felt pain so excruciating in his entire life. He prayed to God hed pass out and be spared the rest of his nightmare. It felt like someone was shoving a fiery torch through his asshole and deep into his rectum. 
   
  After the first five minutes of alarming pain, his ass grew slightly more accustomed to the invasion. At first he thought he was going to shit himself, and then he realized it was just the bizarre feeling of having Jacobs huge pole, thicker than any shit hed ever taken, rubbing against the part of him that gave pleasure when taking a shit. As much as he hated to admit it, Jacobs thrusts were actually giving him pleasure, mixed with the persistent pain of having his virgin tunnel plunged open. 
   
  A twisted, deep-down part of him found a forbidden thrill in being hit, yelled at, spit on, and anally raped by a handsome young African like Jacob. And didnt he deserve such treatment anyway, after the way hed abused Elijah and Thad??? James could still smell the lingering scent of Jacobs ass on his face, mingled with the distinct Negro smell of Jacobs flaring nostrils, greasy hair, and sweaty skin leaning against his face as the young man whispered insults in his ear. Jacobs breath was hot with the lingering smell of fried chicken. James thrilled at these smells and the sticky warmth of the stable-boys lithe naked body smashed against his own pale, scrawny build. 
   
  God, this is fucked-up, James thought to himself. And wasnt he largely to blame? Wasnt this exactly what James had planned on doing to Jacob just a half hour earlier, only with the positions reversed?!? 
   
  Did it really have to be like this? Clearly he derived at least some pleasure from having his mouth and anus enjoyed by the Negro slave. And Jacob obviously took pleasure from the act as well. What if everything wasnt so fucked-up down here in the South? Maybe under different circumstances he and Jacob might be doing this willingly, mutually??? Who knows, perhaps they might be lovers? 
   
  James shut his eyes and imagined Jacobs brutal thrusts as aggressive but tender lovemaking between equals: the one needing to dominate after a lifetime of submission, the other thrilled to submit after a lifetime of unasked-for power? Jamess heart ached to think that the pent-up needs on both their parts could only find expression in a brutal, ugly scene such as the one playing itself out this afternoon.
   
  Jacobs thoughts were far from dreams of an interracial utopia. He buried his face in Jamess soft, sandy-brown hair and slammed his body into the one beneath him with ferocious force. His body began transporting him to the place of hatred and violence he always visited just before a climax. Only this time he wasnt fucking a scared little nigger girl incapable of comprehending his hatred, but fucking the very OBJECT of his hatred, a white man who symbolized every white man hed ever known. 
   
  This knowledge worked his mind into a frenzied state of heightened hostility and rage unlike any hed ever known. He clenched his eyes shut and remembered the smelly overseers dunking his head in the wash-bucket when he was a little boy, laughing and slapping his terrified face every time they pulled his head out of the water. He remembered the looks of horror, then surrender, on his mother and sisters faces as they were raped in front of him and his father. He remembered the look of hollow-eyed grief and defeat in his fathers eyes when the man told Jacob theyd found his mothers body in the creek. He remembered the countless whippings ordered by Master Walt out of petty, spiteful jealousy. He remembered the morning he woke up to find his father gone, sold without having the chance to tell his children goodbye. 
   
  Jacob concentrated on these memories in a furious, wild-eyed rage, smashing his body violently into the man crushed beneath him, over and over and over. Tears of grief and helplessness flooded his eyes. Hed always known it in the back of his mind, but now Jacob realized this would probably be his last fuck on Earth. His whole body tensed as he unleashed all his hurt, fury, and powerlessness in one explosive, suicidal orgasm. 
   
  He slammed his hips as deeply into Jamess body as he could, spurting stream after stream after stream of scalding cum into the white mans battered body. All his memories, all his pain flooded his Masters bowels in one euphoric, transcendent release. 
   
  Jamess dick was aroused in spite of the pain by the thrill of being mounted by Jacob, like James was the bucks favorite piece of nigger pussy. When he felt the young Negros hot, thick semen pouring into his guts, James felt for a second that he was LUCKY to be chosen as the cum-rag for a beautiful young man like Jacob. He thought of the hundreds of potential children swimming in the stable-boys seed, and felt a sense of possessive pride knowing theyd be permanently absorbed into his own flesh and blood. Throbbing involuntarily, Jamess dick shot four sticky streams of cum onto the grass beneath him.
   
  Jacob had only collapsed for a minute or two atop Jamess limp body before feeling the rush of defeat and despair now that his temporary power, seized by force and violence, was gone from him forever. 
   
  He looked around him like a man waking from a deep, drunken stupor. What the fuck did I just do?!? he thought with rising hysteria. 
   
  His mind, still cluttered from the high it had just experienced, raced to consider his options. 
   
  Returning to Stampley Plantation was out of the question. Master James would order him raped, tortured, and hanged, without blinking an eye.
   
  He could murder the white man and dump his body in the creek, eliminating the only witness to the crime, then run for freedom up North. No, that would be foolish, he concluded. His chances of actually escaping were slim to none, and a slave with the blood of a murdered white man on his hands was almost certainly doomed to be lynched, while a runaway might still come out with his life, minus a foot or finger or balls. Jacob could also gamble that shame would make James report his disappearance as a simple runaway, keeping the rape and assault to himself.
   
  Jacob winced when he thought of Laney. But he had no choice. Hed been a fool, and now he had to face the consequences. He knew time was of the essence. The more miles he put between himself and this place before news reached the slave-catchers and surrounding communities, the better his chance at making it out of this alive. 
   
  He reached over and pulled the belt out of his pants, which were still lying where hed left them when ordered to swim by the grinning Master James. He yanked James up by the arms, snatched the gag out of his mouth, and dragged him over to one of the trees on the outer edge of the clearing. He could see cum leaking out of the mans ass and down his leg. 
   
  Please, Jacob, dont kill me! James begged. He was still shell-shocked from his rape, but alert enough to know that the fear of punishment for one crime might lead a slave like Jacob to commit even worse crimes. 
   
  Jacob looked around wild-eyed, like he wasnt sure where Jamess voice was coming from. 
   
  Do as I tells you, Jacob instructed distractedly. Or I WILL fuckin kill you. Now put on your clothes. He wanted to eliminate as much suggestion of rape as possible. Make it look like an average robbery and escape. 
   
  Jacob stood over James as the trembling man put on his clothes. Jacob pushed him into a sitting position at the foot of the tree, then pulled his arms back around the thick trunk and tied his hands tightly together with his belt. He then shook out the blue towel, still wet from Jamess saliva, and tied it around the mans head as a gag, stuffed once again in Jamess mouth. 
   
  Jacob knew others occasionally used this spot for breaks in their travels, but hoped hed have at least three or four hours before James was discovered. A whole day, if he was lucky. 
   
  Jacob hurriedly put on his clothes, then stuffed the chicken and biscuits left over from lunch in his pockets. He glanced guiltily at Jamess pleading eyes, but spit in his direction to show what he still thought of the cocksucker whod wanted to rape him. 
   
  Jacob ran to the wagon and looked cautiously down to the road to see if anyone was coming. He frantically went through Jamess luggage, where he was thrilled to find money and a slave pass already signed. Now theres a stroke of luck, Jacob thought to himself. 
   
  He stuffed both the money and pass in his back pocket. He walked to the front of the wagon and affectionately petted his horses goodbye. They were the only things left from his life at Stampley Plantation to which he could say goodbye. 
   
  A tear of sadness, regret, and fear escaped down his cheek. Jacob brushed it away with his sleeve, and then took off into the woods.    
   
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