Plantation Temptations

By Succumballs / Michael Arno

Published on Jan 4, 2013

Gay

This story is completely fictional. Any similarities to any persons or events, past or present are purely coincidental. This story contains scenes which involve sexual situations between youths and adults. If this type of material is offensive to you or is not legal for you to read this type of material, please do not read any further. Please leave comments at succumballs@hotmail.com

Plantation Temptations Part 1 Arrival of the New Master

Eric Weston, 22 years old, scion of a wealthy shipping family, boarded the train from New York to Washington, wondering what a tobacco plantation in Virginia would smell like, wondering what it would be like to actually own human beings.

In the nation's capitol he wondered when war with the southern states would break out, and boarded another train for Richmond where he spent the night. The next morning he took a coach to Franklin, where a black man sitting of the driver's seat of a carriage descended and approached him. "Master Weston?" He asked.

"Yes."

"I be sent from the house to fetch you."

When Eric smiled a beautiful white-toothed grin blossomed on the negro's face. He removed his straw hat and bowed slightly. He wore a white cotton shirt cut too short so that his belly button showed. His pants were of the same thin cotton fabric dyed beige, cut off and rolled up just below the knee. They were held up by a thick red cord meant for a curtain. A thick penis pushed the fabric forward nicely. When he bent over to pick up a bag Eric smiled at the round buttocks, which he owned now, and looked around. No one on that side of the buggy, so when the negro bent over again Eric grasped a buttock in his large hand. "Nice and firm," he said.

When the negro froze Eric stroked the muscle before poking his fingers in the crack and tickling the ass hole. "Master," the negro said. "Someone might see."

Eric looked around, then moved his hand farther between the spread legs, weighing the testicles before pulling on the pulpy penis. "Better get on with your work then. What's your name, boy?" Eric had learned to call them boy since reading his uncle's letters even though the man was a good ten years older than himself.

"Rufus, Master."

"Rufus, huh?" Eric leaned close to his driver. "Not the Rufus that Uncle James has been fucking since you were a beautiful young boy? He wrote the most wonderful letters describing how you moan like a happy infant when your ass is stuffed with thick white meat. He wanted to bring you north one summer just for me but Aunt Julie said that sort of thing belongs down here. She might have had a different opinion if she'd known Uncle James had nobody but me to pound all summer."

"That be me, Master." Rufus' pants now tented out embarrassingly.

When three ladies in summer dresses walked around to their side of the carriage Eric took the straw hat of his driver's head and said, "Take your hat off and bow when ladies walk by, Rufus." Eric did the same.

"Yes, Master." Rufus held the bowl of his hat over his erection and bowed to the three women who smiled at Eric's gallant gesture.

In the open buggy he studied the black driver's short cropped hair, broad back and narrow hips. A bit of ass cleavage showed below the shirt. When they turned between two huge magnolias and drove past fields of tobacco the driver said, "This be where your property begins, Master Weston Sir. It be the biggest and richest plantation in the whole state, they say."

In a clump of trees Eric asked Rufus to stop the buggy. "How old are you?" He surveyed the fields and the fifty or so negro workers who walked through the tobacco.

"About 30, Sir. I'm told." Rufus turned on the driver's bench and smiled at the handsome young northerner who now had complete power of life and death over him and everyone on the property.

Eric sat next to him facing backwards. "Before their tragic deaths did Uncle James still fuck you regularly?"

"No, Master. He liked his boys real young, and real tight. Said he liked to hear them squeal like piggies on a spit. Said I was his best squealer." Rufus laughed at his childhood memories. But he kept me the longest and kept me real happy, Master. Always remembered his boys too, and wanted them to stay happy like he was. Shall we continue, Master?"

Eric looked between Rufus' legs. His tumescent penis had made a wet spot on his pants. "Drop your pants, Rufus." The slave stood and let his pants fall to his ankles. Being barefoot he easily kicked them off, bent over and laid them on the seat. Eric took hold of the semi-erection, the shaft as black as fresh brewed coffee. He slicked back the smooth foreskin to expose the violet black head. Wet with pre-cum it glistened like a rare, delicious fruit, perfectly formed and ready to be eaten. Not nearly as big as his own it was perhaps seven inches long, but thick as a bottle, like his own.

Eric reached down to the testicles, heavy, like lemons, almost like his own. He grinned, now knowing why Uncle Jim liked fucking him so much. He liked big organs dangling under his prey's tight anus. Eric held the base of the penis with one hand to keep the foreskin back and then slid his middle finger and thumb up the shaft to milk out a large puddle of pre-cum. Then he stuck out his tongue and covered the beautiful purple cock head with his mouth.

Rufus lost track of reality for a moment and held his master's head. With a loud "Ahhhh," he pushed himself into his master's mouth. Eric gagged but accepted the organ as best he could. Rufus immediately released his master's head and tried to pull back, but Eric held the hard buttocks and pulled him back. One, two and three. On the forth try the thick organ slid down his throat. Rufus held Eric tight and pumped a few times moaning before saying, "Master, someone might see."

"So what? This is my place."

"But strangers sometimes walk along this road. It be so pretty and all, by the river. You get me in trouble, Master."

"Dress yourself and let us go on then."

"Yes, Master."

"But loosen your trousers so I can see the crack of your ass as we drive. You look very nice from the back."

Rufus grinned again at his new master, puzzled, and said, "Yes, Master," and did as he was commanded. Eric adjusted the worn fabric of the brown pants so Rufus was sitting on them with the back of his ass exposed. The hard round buttocks seemed to clutch the wooden seat's leather cover as they drove on until dusk before reaching the manor house. Eric had mixed feelings about inheriting a plantation with more than a hundred slaves, but he thought he might like being master, for a while at least.

The main house surprised him. He'd expected white columns and sun porches, but instead he stood before a 3-story red brick house with white trim. The front entrance was covered with a French art nouveau glass roof. Rufus stopped the carriage and stood, holding his loose pants over his genitals, his ass completely naked behind. Eric stood too, reached forward, ran his hand several times over the firm, silken buttock, pushed a finger in toward the anus, smelled it and said, "You can tighten your pants now Rufus. And keep your ass clean, Boy. You never know."

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Master." The embarrassed man tightened the draw string of his pants just as the front door opened and a young, pregnant woman appeared.

Behind her came Mr. Jackson, the plantation foreman, very drunk. Eric took an instant dislike to him. "Get the master's bags up to his room, Rufus. Help him, Rena, you lazy bitch." Jackson said and pushed the pregnant girl forward.

"Where are the rest of the house servants?" Eric asked.

"Taken off to jail after the master and mistress were found dead last month."

Before dinner Eric wanted a bath. When Rena began carrying heavy jugs of water up the stairs to his room Eric asked, Where are you getting the hot water from?"

"The kitchen, Master."

"Then I shall bathe in the kitchen, Rena."

Looking surprised Rena bowed. "Yes, Master." In the kitchen Eric stripped as Rena filled the short tub Rufus had brought in. She tried to avoid looking at her new master, but was fascinated by the beautiful, strong white man whose penis rivaled that of her man, Samuel, but for its delicate white appearance. After stepping out of the warm water he said to her, "Tell Rufus to bathe now and to clean his anus and genitals well, and then you may bathe too."

"Thank you, Master." Rena smiled. Before leaving the kitchen she said, "Mr. Jackson is a bad man, Master."

Puzzled Eric asked, "Is he the father of your child?"

"No, Master. Samuel is, but Mr. Jackson is mean and dishonest, Sir."

After dinner, alone in the library, Eric went over the estate books, then he called Jackson who was nowhere to be found.

"He's whoring in the sheds, Master Sir," Rena said.

Eric searched Jackson's room and found a large sum of cash. In a shed he found Jackson, drunk, slumped on a dirty couch, his legs apart. A girl of about fifteen squatted over him riding his half erect penis. Another knelt between his legs sucking his balls. Disgusted, Eric turned to go back into the house and bumped into Rufus who embraced him so he wouldn't fall and whispered in his ear, "If the Master got the need, I be happy to squat over you like Tassy here is doing for Mr. Jackson."

"Let's get out of here." Eric stammered. In the house Rena and Rufus stood waiting for orders. Eric went into the library. "Pour me a whiskey, will you please, Rufus." He sat on a soft Turkish couch upholstered in dark red leather

"Yes, Master." He glanced at Rena, unused to being treated so politely. Rena immediately went to her master and removed his boots, then helped him out of his jacket.

"Be an angel and go turn the bed down, Rena. It's been a long day."

"Yes, Master." Rena smiled and went up the stairs.

Eric took a sip of whiskey and said, "Bring the water, Rufus." He poured in enough to make the drink palatable while Rufus studied him carefully. "I like it about half and half, if that's what you're wondering. Take a sip and you'll know by the taste." Rufus shook his head. "Never had any before?" Rufus shook his head again. "Then drink half the glass right now. It'll do you good."

Rufus did as he was told, shook his head and blew out his breath. "They call it firewater for good reason, Master." He laughed.

"I guess they do." Eric sipped his drink and looked about the room; a real man's room, he thought, green glass lights, lots of leather, and a strange stool, like a prayer bench only higher. It was padded both where the knees went and also at the top, which was wide enough for a torso to lay over. It was high too.

"That's for the boys, Master." Rufus said. "I got took on that bench. You kneel on it to say your prayers, and you ass is just the right height for your uncle, Master James, to fuck the daylights out of you. It sure was a surprise the first time." Rufus grinned.

"Take your clothes off, Rufus."

"Yes, Master Sir." Once naked Rufus moved toward the desk where he knew the bottle of lubricating oil was.

"Don't move yet," Eric whispered. "Let me look at you." Eric grinned. "Turn around. And again." Not unlike himself, Eric thought. Rather shorter, smaller hands and feet, but the same lean, muscular, thin-waisted build. Eric gulped down his drink, stood and began to undress. Rufus was there immediately to help him.

Once naked they smiled at each other until Rufus said, "You big like your uncle. Would be nice on me if you was to a little slow at first, Master." Eric sat again and nicked Rufus over. The slave got between his legs and sucked the fine, giant cock into his mouth, caressed the huge testicles like precious fruits. "Master Eric, you a real pretty man." He went back to sucking the beautiful organ, sliding it over his face, licking, sucking, happy as any man could ever be, until Eric was good and hard and ordered him up on the prayer stool. "But Master, Sir. I need some oil. It be in the desk drawer."

"Up on the stool, Boy."

"Yes, Master." Rufus climbed up, fear making his erection fade.

"Spread your ass cheeks." Rufus leaned his torso on the padded leather rail and reached behind. When his ass was wide open Eric said, "Now relax. I want to see it open and close for me. It took Rufus a few minutes to relax. Once he did and the lovely pink center opened he gasped. Eric's tongue played circles around the sphincter, then poked inside.

"Master? What you doing?"

"Never had your ass licked before, Boy?

"Never by a white man, Sir."

"Well, I hope I can do it as good as some tight, young boy of yours." Eric grabbed the stiffening black cock to guide the ass over his mouth. Rufus spread his cheeks as wide as he could and squirmed over the tongue every time it entered him. Like a dance Rufus' hips made circles and backward thrusts. He panted, his cock dripped. Eric used the slime to jack him off until he was ready to pop. Then he let go again and chowed into the black anus, opened now, exposing its hidden pink center, waiting for the hot white tongue to pleasure it.

"Oh, Master. You got to get your cock up me real soon before my dick go dead."

"Not just yet, pretty boy." Eric went to the desk where he brought back the bottle of oil, a towel and a straight edge razor.

When Rufus saw the razor he cried, "Please, Master. I didn't ask for that. Please. Don't hurt me, Master. I do whatever you want. Please, Master, Sir. Oh, no. Please!"

"Shush," Eric soothed him. "I won't hurt you. Spread your ass again." Rufus whimpered and trembled. "Spread them. That's right. Your ass is nice and tight again." Rufus whimpered and begged. "Shush," Eric said and smeared the ass with oil. Then he carefully began to shave the ass cheeks and anus. "That's it. Now loosen up a little. There're some hairs close in I want to get." Eric worked calmly and delicately. When the anus was totally shaved he worked on the testicles. Finally he said, "Just how I like them, like a little boy." He wiped Rufus clean of hair, he hadn't drawn a drop of blood, and tongued him again. "Oh, yes. Aren't you the prettiest thing now." After another few minutes Rufus was begging again to be fucked.

"Well, climb on down and let's see how good you are at doing just what I did." Eric got up on the bench and spread his ass. Rufus had been taught to suck ass as a little boy and had liked it all his life. He worked on his master with love and devotion until Eric's head hung in ecstasy and his cock dripped long drools on the rug. "Do you think you can shave me without making a mess?" Eric looked back at his negro. Rufus grinned.

"I do my best, Master. I'd rather cut my throat than hurt your pretty ass."

"Then do your best, Rufus, my pretty man." Rufus grinned and went to work. After shaving his master's backside and the back of his testicles Eric went to the couch and sat down. "Now do the front side." Rufus was surprised to see his master had only a five day growth of pubic hair.

He shaved him carefully then sat back on his heels grinning at the massive organ. "Why, you look like an eight year old boy Samuel, Master. Just what your uncle used to like."

"I guess that's why he shaved me every summer when he visited. Now see if you can get me hard again." Rufus grinned and sucked the organ to its full ten inch glorious erection. Eric saw he liked his job and finally said, "If you think you can sit on it --"

"You want me back up on the prayer stool, Master?"

"No. If you squat over me right here on the couch you'll have better control, and I won't hurt you." Rufus looked at his new master thinking he'd never have anyone better. He oiled up his master's giant shaft and then his own ass hole. The sensation of the smooth hole thrilled him and he fingered himself like he hadn't done since he was a child.

After a moment Eric said, "Wouldn't you rather I do that?" He pushed two fingers into his negro's ass as he stroked the thick cock at his face. Once his fingers were buried deep he used them to pull Rufus' cock to his mouth and sucked on the meaty violet jewel. Rufus held his master's head and fucked the white man's mouth, fascinated by the jet black shaft sliding over the hungry pink lips. When Eric pulled him closer with the fingers in his anus Rufus held his master and pushed, throating him fully in one smooth glide as fingers pumped his ass deep and hot.

Rufus clamped Eric's head and pumped as deep as he could as another finger stretched his ass ring, and then another until he pushed completely out of his master's mouth. "Oh, Master. You going to get your poor Rufus, you don't stop." He sat back until Eric's gigantic cock head touched his anus. The smoothness of the shaved hole made Eric sigh. The hardness of the giant cock made Rufus pant and moan. He hadn't had a cock up his ass in weeks.

"Oh. Master. We going to get you in there, and you going to do your Rufus real good tonight, just like your Uncle Jimmy did when I was a little boy running around half naked. He'd ride me into town in the buggy for forty minutes. I had a slit in the back of my pants, and he opened his fly and fucked me all the way through town. People thought he was so sweet holding his little nigger boy in his lap, me grinning like a happy pet. No one ever knew he had his dick up my ass. He'd always stop in a quiet alley to dump his juice in me, then we'd go to the market or wherever he needed. Sometimes he'd take me to his favorite bar and set me in the lap of some friend who needed relief. I come home once carrying six loads up my butt, and he'd lay me on the couch, and him and the big niggers would drink the dribble out of me. Your Uncle Jimmy was a good man, got me addicted to white dick."

Rufus looked between his legs at the huge white shaft poised to impale him, thinking of Uncle Jimmy and his childhood, when nothing but sex made him happy. "Oh, Baby, Master." he groaned as he pushed the tip of the huge glans up his soft anus. "Baby, Baby, Baby," he sighed as he worked and worked, inching the white stump up his ass.

"Well, I hope I'm as good a master as Uncle Jimmy was."

"You bigger , Master, but I'll get you in. I could take Samuel until I got too old for him, and he's as thick as you but longer." Rufus let his head fall back and concentrated on his ass. Eric glanced at the clock. Rufus ass danced for twenty minutes until he was sitting in Eric's lap. "That smooth shaved skin is real nice, Master. Like a boy." He reached behind himself and felt the stump up his ass. "Baby Jesus, Master. We did it." He panted with pride and ground his ass into Eric's lap. "Oh, Baby, Baby, Master. You gonna make your Rufey real happy tonight."

"You need to stretch your legs out, Rufey. Let's turn sideways." Once turned Rufus could sit in Eric's lap with his legs crossed behind his master, fully impaled on ten inches of thick white cock. HIs own cock was hard as a rock and dripping everywhere. Eric stroked it, then lifted Rufus' ass cheeks and let him fall, jabbing up into his negro. Rufus let out a long sigh, in heaven. "Open your eyes." Eric finally said.

They studied each other as Eric stroked Rufus' shaft, and Rufus' ass played on his master's pole. Eric was fascinated by the full, ripe lips, dark eyes with thick lashes, curly hair and silken chocolate skin. Rufus studied the corn silk blond hair, huge bright blue eyes, flawless white shin slightly tanned now. Eric sat up, pulled Rufus to him and sucked his lower lip, then put his tongue into the negro's mouth. Rufus pulled back. "What you doing, Master?"

"Kissing you."

"No white man ever done that."

"Well, get used to it, you sexy nigger. Now put that nice pink tongue into my mouth." The kiss electrified them both. Eric pumped. Rufus pushed up on Eric's thighs to give the cock room to move. Their tongues danced a furious tango. "On the floor," Eric said. They slid off the couch, Rufus on his back, his feet over his master's shoulders. And then the serious action started.

"Oh, yeah, Master-Baby." Rufus groaned. "Give your nigger that nice big dick. Pump his ass good, and I be a good nigger ass for Master's big white horse meat. Ah huh, ah huh, gimme all you got, Baby. Fill my black hole with your white jizzim."

Eric needed no more encouragement. He started shafting his negro with full, ten inch strokes, slamming hard against the smooth shaved butt. The slapping of flesh against flesh brought Rena into the room frightened. She stood at the door wide-eyed and watched Eric's smooth round ass slam back and forth, his heavy testicles swinging wildly between his legs and slapping Rufus' ass. As she moved into the room she saw Rufus head loll from side to side. He groaned, "Yes, Master. That be just what Rufey need." After feeling the girth of Eric's giant shaft he pulled his ass cheeks wide apart. "Ah huh, give your nigger his need, Master."

Watching the wild sight Rena raised her dress and fingered herself. The movement caught Eric's eye. A second of embarrassment turned to pride. She was his. They were all his. He could do what he wanted. Get over her and lick my ass, Girl. He commanded. Rena moved quickly, knelt behind her master and spread his cheeks. At the touch of her hands Eric slowed his pumping, and Rena could get her mouth on his hole. "Get your tongue in there. Ah, yes, like that."

Rena tongued her master until his speed increased and she bruised her lips against her own teeth as the ass slammed her. When she whined Eric apologized. "Just get a finger in there, Girl."

"Thank you, Master." Rena fingered Eric's hole expertly, massaging his prostate until his balls tightened.

"Shit, Rufey. You're going to get it now."

"Yeah, Master Baby. Do me good." Eric pounded the black ass, pushing him across the rug as the negro moaned his happiness. Harder and faster the shaft plunged until the hole stayed open when Eric retracted completely only to fill it again with a ten inch thrust that shook them both. "Oh, master, you getting me with that ass work!"

Eric reached between them and grabbed the base of Rufus' cock just as he went off. Sperm shot over his face, his ass contracted. Eric pulled Rena around to take the shooting cock into her mouth. She gulped down the blasting load as Eric yelled, "Yeeeeessssss!" and let loose a scorching load of cum into Rufus' contracting anus. "Hmm, hmm, hmm," he groaned and pumped his negro's ass full. After Rufus stopped shooting he said, "Get back to my ass, Rena. Please." He panted.

Wedged between them, Rena pulled her mouth off Rufus' cock head and crawled around to her master's ass. Lovingly now she tongued the pink hole, cupping the huge testicles in her hand, sucking in one, then the other, then the pink ass pucker again until Eric fell onto his side, pulling Rufus with him. "Oh, wow." He panted. "You two are heaven." He slipped slowly out of Rufus' gaping ass. Rena immediately licked his huge, white glistening cock clean.

"! think I have to go to bed." Eric sighed. Rufus dressed quickly, and he and Rena helped their master up to his room, tucked him in bed and put out the light. As Rena walked to the bedroom door Rufus sat on the edge of the bed.

"I gonna sleep real good tonight, Master."

"Where?"

"Up in the attic, under the eave I got a pallet near a window. Give me fresh air."

"Take your pants and get in with me."

"No, Master. I can't do that."

"Do as you are told, Rufus."

Rufus looked at Rena who nodded yes. "Don't tell no one, Master. Please."

"Get in."

"Yes, Master."

"Go to sleep, Rufus. Be sweet and go to sleep."

Rufus curled around his master's backside, held him softly and rocked him to sleep. Then he got up and went to the attic to his pallet.

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