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The Adventures of Stampley Plantation - 5
by WannabeWhitman (wannabewhitman@yahoo.com)
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(Mmb, nc, rp, inc, intr, 1st, bd)
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DISCLAIMER: This story is a sexual fantasy involving
slavery in the antebellum South, non-consensual sex
with minors, and the occasional use of racial epithets.
The material is mostly of a homosexual nature, but does
and will continue to involve some bisexual themes. If
you think any of this might offend you, DO NOT READ. I
realize these stories might contain material
distasteful and offensive to some readers, but nobody
is forcing you to read it. Keep in mind these are only
FANTASIES based on America's 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.
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Chapter 4: The Bribe (Part 2)
Five days earlier, Thad had gotten into the first
fistfight of his ten-year-old life.
The rumor had been spreading throughout the slave
quarters that his older brother Elijah was spending
most of his time in the Big House.
Some of the children believed he'd been hired as a
house-slave. Others guessed that he was going to be
sold, and that the Master was feeding him night and day
to bulk him up and get the most for his money. The more
imaginative children speculated that Elijah had
secretly murdered the new Master, hidden his body, and
was now in charge of Stampley Plantation.
Thad never knew how to respond to his friends' eager
questions. All Elijah had told him was that he was the
new Master's personal slave, but Thad knew there was
more to it than that. Most people in the slave quarters
envied the slaves in the Big House, but his mother's
and brother's behavior didn't make it seem like
Elijah's new job was anything to celebrate. In fact,
Thad was sure that whatever it was the new Master made
his brother do, it must be pretty awful.
Maybe Elijah had to scrub floors or shovel horseshit
out of the barn. Maybe he had to fan the Master for
hours at a time. But what puzzled Thad was that even
the worst chores he could imagine didn't seem worthy of
the tears he witnessed on his mother's and brother's
faces every night.
Other than Elijah's absence from the daily games,
swimming, and fishing, everything had seemed pretty
normal until Lil Rooster opened his big yellow mouth.
A few of the boys were hanging out in a field behind
the slave quarters after a rowdy game of "catch a
nigger."
Out of nowhere, Lil Rooster said, "Hey, Thad... I hear
'Lij been turned into the new massuh's pussy. That
true???"
Thad whirled around in surprise. He didn't know exactly
what "pussy" meant, but he knew it had something to do
with girls, and calling another boy a girl was the
gravest of insults.
"That ain't true at all, and you know it!" Thad said
defiantly. "Take it back!"
"Awwwww, is baby brother stickin' up for the new
massuh's pussy-boy?"
At almost 15 years of age, Lil Rooster was the resident
bully of the slave quarters, but all the kids looked up
to him. Folks said he'd gotten his name from the way he
squawked like a rooster when he was born, but since
that time he'd also taken on the strutting confidence
that his name suggested.
A lot of his cockiness was due to his looks. He had
piercing blue eyes, high-yellow skin, a full head of
black, "good" hair, full lips, and strong, high
cheekbones that made him look both masculine and
feminine. Rumor had it that he was a mix of white,
Negro, and Indian.
Even at his young age, Lil Rooster already had a
reputation as a lady's man. Gossip circulated that at
13 he'd seduced Miss Bessy, who was more than twice his
age and married at the time, and hadn't stopped bedding
females of all ages since. Out of that rumor came
another rumor that he had the biggest dick of any man
on the plantation. Some even said that his mother named
him the second she saw her newborn baby's enormous
cock.
Needless to say, all these rumors combined to make Lil
Rooster an intimidating but popular presence among the
slave children.
"I thought you was his friend," Thad protested. "You
ain't supposed to be talkin' 'bout him behind his back.
Who told you that rotten lie anyway?!?"
"My Mama," Lil Rooster claimed convincingly.
Thad was speechless for a second, trying to think of
what to say.
"I heard her last night," Lil Rooster continued. "She
was tellin' Daddy 'bout how the new massuh likes to put
his thing in boys 'stead of girls. And how he took a
liking to 'Lij and made him a full-time pussy-boy. He
probably up in the Big House suckin' Massuh's dick
right now!"
Thad was confused and angry. He didn't understand half
of Lil Rooster's accusations, but he knew they were
ugly, hurtful lies. He tried to picture his brother's
mouth on another man's penis, and the whole idea seemed
absurd beyond belief to his sheltered mind.
"That ain't nothin' but an ugly low-down lie and you
knows it!" Thad shouted.
He ran over to Lil Rooster and shoved him with all the
strength his little body could muster. Lil Rooster was
caught off guard and fell to the ground laughing,
sprawled on his back.
"Calm down, baby brother!" Lil Rooster said, grinning
the big smile that had already charmed half the females
on the plantation. "I'se only repeatin' what I heard.
It ain't your fault if 'Lij turned sissy on us! It
don't make YOU a cocksucker, do it?"
The other boys looked to see what Thad would say. The
young boy stuttered to come up with a worthy response.
"Or do it?" Lil Rooster asked again, laughing and
grabbing the huge bulge in his crotch.
He decided to take his teasing to another level.
"Hey, Moses, come over here!" he called out.
A cute kid about Thad's age with charcoal-black skin
ran over to Lil Rooster's side.
"You be 'Lij, and I'll be the new Massuh," Lil Rooster
suggested in a mischievous tone of voice.
He pushed Moses down on all fours, dropped to his knees
behind him, grabbed him by the hips, and began grinding
into the boy's tiny upturned buttocks with exaggerated
thrusts.
"Oh, Elijah!" Lil Rooster cried out, throwing his head
back in the air. In a melodramatic motion he moved his
hand across his forehead, as if wiping sweat from his
brow.
"I DECLARE!" he exclaimed in an accent he thought
sounded like the few white men he'd encountered. "I
believes this be the best nigger pussy I done ever
tried! How DOES you make your pussy so tight?!?"
He accelerated his comical pumping against Moses's
backside until the two boys collapsed on their backs on
the grass, laughing hysterically. The other slave boys
were laughing too, even those like Thad who didn't
completely get the joke.
All Thad knew was that he wasn't about to let anybody
call his big brother a girl, especially a WHITE MAN'S
girl.
With Lil Rooster flat on his back, Thad saw his chance.
Shouting at the top of his lungs, he straddled Lil
Rooster's chest and began pounding away at the older
teen's face with his fists. He was only able to get in
a few good punches, however, before the bigger boy
grabbed him by the throat and flipped him on his back.
Thad knew he didn't stand a chance, but he continued
screaming like a madman and throwing kicks and punches
in every direction.
Lil Rooster held him down by the shoulders as if he
were pinching a butterfly between his fingers. He had
an amused smile on his face.
"Don't you ever fuckin' hit me again, you hear?" Lil
Rooster warned. "I was just fuckin' with you anyway. I
hope I'se wrong about the whole thing anyhow. We ALL
best hopes I be wrong about it," he added softly,
looking around at the other boys.
None of the boys had been the same around Thad since
that day. They still talked to him and played with him,
but they seemed cautious and suspicious in a way Thad
had never noticed before. Almost like he was sick or
something.
He didn't tell his mother about the fight, figuring she
had enough to worry about. He'd been lucky that Lil
Rooster had left nothing more than a small red mark on
his neck.
Thad began sleeping in late, and playing alone more
often. He missed his older brother, and hated how
drastically his life had changed in just one week's
time. He didn't see his older brother as much anymore,
and when he did see him, Elijah never played or laughed
like he used to. His mother cried all the time, even
though she thought he couldn't tell. And now the
friends he'd grown up with were treating him like he
had cooties.
On the morning five days after his fight with Lil
Rooster, Thad was just getting out of bed when Elijah
burst through the cabin door. His hair was sticking up
all over the place, and he looked like he'd been
running from a ghost.
"What's the matter, 'Lij?" Thad asked in surprise.
Elijah didn't answer at first. He stared blankly ahead,
like he was trying to decide what to say.
"Massuh James is gonna help us find Daddy!" Elijah
blurted out, his face breaking into a huge smile. "He's
gonna track him down and bring him back to us, right
back to this cabin!"
Thad's eyes shot wide open. Then he started jumping up
and down, hopping all across the cabin's dirt floor and
screaming for joy at the top of his lungs. Suddenly he
stopped and looked at his older brother with confusion.
"But 'Lij, that's like the bestest news ever!!! So why
you look like you done seen a ghost when you walked
in?"
Elijah's smile turned once again to a troubled frown
when he remembered the high price he and his brother
would have to pay for their reward.
"Ummmmm..." Elijah stuttered, not sure how to prepare
his little brother for the trials to come. "Before
Massuh helps us, he wants...he wants me to bring you
with me to the Big House."
Thad's mouth dropped open in surprise.
"The new Massuh wants ME?!? He wants both of us??? What
for???" he asked, trying to wrap his young brain around
the circumstances closing in on him.
"I reckon he wants another personal slave," Elijah
explained, feeling ashamed of himself for lying to his
little brother. He was afraid if he explained the total
truth all at once, Thad would run screaming from the
room and never come back. Elijah didn't want to spoil
their one slim chance at reuniting their family.
"Sometimes...sometimes he makes me do gross things,"
Elijah added guiltily, looking at the floor. "He might
ask you to do gross things too, but the thing is, Thad,
we gotta do 'em or we'll never see Daddy again!"
Thad felt a pit growing in his ten-year-old stomach.
What did Elijah mean by "gross things"? Was Lil Rooster
right about his big brother after all? And did that
mean the Master was going to turn HIM into a "pussy-
boy" too???
"I dunno, 'Lij," Thad said with a little boy's fear in
his voice. "I'se scared. I'se more scared than I get
when it thunders at night. Massuh ain't gonna hurt us,
is he?"
"Naw, he ain't gonna hurt us," Elijah said guiltily.
"Besides, I'll be with you the whole time, and I ain't
gonna let nothin' bad happen to you."
Elijah wanted to cry. He was betraying his own brother,
handing him over to the enemy when what he should be
doing was taking his little brother in his arms and
protecting him from nasty white men like Master James.
"Listen, we ain't got much time," Elijah explained. "Do
exactly what I tell you, you hear? Take Mama's soap and
wash up in the creek. Wash REAL GOOD, the way Mama
likes when she rubs her fingers in our ears. Then meet
me in front of the Big House. And HURRY!!! Massuh James
is waitin'."
Thad fetched his mother's soap, gave his older brother
a quick hug goodbye, and ran toward the creek.
He recalled Lil Rooster's taunting about "pussy-boys"
and "cocksuckers." The image of Lil Rooster rubbing his
crotch against Moses's rear-end flashed through his
mind. He remembered his mother's screams on the first
night they took Elijah away. He wondered why Elijah had
been so insistent that he bathe in the creek first.
Thad's little-boy-body shuddered in fear as his
innocent mind struggled to picture the possibilities.
But hadn't the Master promised to help them find their
father? Didn't that mean he was a kind and generous
man? With a Master like that, the afternoon couldn't be
TOO bad, could it?
***
James sat fully clothed on the edge of his bed, the
same way he had on the first night he met Elijah.
Standing in the middle of the floor, facing him, were
Elijah and Thad, visibly scared, the older brother with
his arm around the younger.
"This my little brother Thad, Massuh James," Elijah
said in a nervous voice.
Thad looked sheepishly at the ground, scared to utter a
word. He was still in shock from his walk up the marble
staircase, having never been inside such a big and
fancy home in his entire life.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Thad," James said,
grinning.
Thad's looks far exceeded his highest expectations.
Ten-year-old boys were definitely on the low end of the
spectrum of what James typically found attractive, but
for some reason Negro boys Thad's age were far more
appealing than white boys the same age. And for a
little boy still years away from puberty, Thad was
strikingly good-looking. One could only tell the two
boys were related by looking closely, and Thad's looks
far surpassed his older brother's in attractiveness.
His hair was cut close to his head in a thin layer of
crispy Negro curls. His skin was a lighter shade of
brown than Elijah's, more like the color of coffee with
lots of extra cream.
He had a small, bony build, typical of a ten-year-old
Negro boy and without an ounce of body fat. Two
tempting round curves filled out the back of the boy's
pants, so tiny that James could cover the boy's ass
with the width of one hand. He had the cutest little
button-nose, smaller than his brother's and without the
wide, flared nostrils typical of African ancestry. His
lips were a rich dark red, full but thinner than
Elijah's. The boy clearly has white blood running
somewhere in his veins, James thought to himself.
"Come here, boy, and stand in front of me," James
ordered kindly but firmly.
Thad looked up at his older brother as if asking
permission. Elijah nodded his assent, but seemed
reluctant to release Thad's arm. Thad walked slowly
over to James and stood before him.
"Let me have a look at you," James said, shaking in
anticipation of what he might do with the helpless
boy's little body. He was feeling bolder and more
relaxed than his first time with Elijah. He reached up
and took the boy's face firmly in both hands, running
his fingers sensuously across the contours of the boy's
face as if he were a blind man struggling to feel out a
stranger's appearance.
Thad's body tensed at the white man's touch, but he was
still too terrified to say anything.
Elijah winced as he watched his Master pet his little
brother like a puppy.
James pulled Thad closer to him, so close that the
front of Thad's body pressed tightly against James's
crotch. Thad could smell coffee and biscuits on the
man's breath.
"Did your brother tell you why he brought you here
today?" James asked, curious to know the extent of
Thad's innocence.
"He says you wants another slave for yourself, Massuh,"
Thad answered, looking back at his older brother for
approval. Elijah nodded nervously and looked away.
James laughed at Elijah's half-truth.
"I guess in a way you're right," James said, smiling
wickedly. "Your brother's been doing some real good
work for me this past week, but he told me you'd be
even BETTER suited to what I'm looking for."
Elijah started to speak up in protest, but James
continued talking over him.
"Your brother tells me you and him like to play games,
Thad. So consider today a game. A competition between
brothers to see who can please your Master more.
Doesn't that sound like fun?"
"I reckon, Massuh James," Thad mumbled, still staring
at the floor. He had a strong sense that he was being
lied to.
"I'm afraid I'm going to need to see more excitement
than that before the day's over," James added sternly.
"If I'm pleased by BOTH of you, I'll keep my promise to
bring your father home. You do want to see your father
again, don't you?"
As James said this, he reached his hands around the boy
and cupped Thad's tiny round buttocks in his hands.
Their smallness was surprisingly appealing to James.
They were the tightest, firmest two mounds of flesh
he'd ever touched. James had no doubt he was the first
man to touch Thad in this way, and his dick sprung to
life at the thought of touching, tasting, and tearing
open what must be the tiniest and tastiest of treasures
hidden just beyond the boy's clenched butt-crack.
Thad's entire body stiffened defensively, but he didn't
say a word. It felt weird to be standing so close to
his Master. It felt wrong to have the man's hands
groping his bottom. Thad wondered if having another man
touch your bottom automatically turned him into a
"pussy-boy."
"I wants to see my Daddy again real bad, Massuh James,"
Thad mumbled, trying to ignore James's intrusive
touching.
"Good!" James smiled. "Do everything I say, and you'll
have your father back in no time. What do you say,
Elijah, don't you think it's time we teach your little
brother here a few things?"
James pushed Thad aside, walked to the other side of
the room, grabbed a wooden chair by the window, and
placed it in the center of the floor, facing the bed.
"Have a seat, Thad," James ordered, motioning the boy
to the chair.
Thad gave Elijah a confused look, then slowly walked to
the chair and sat down.
Elijah was frozen to the floor, terrified of what would
happen next. He kept his eyes glued to the ground,
hoping that by avoiding eye contact he could somehow
postpone the inevitable.
James crossed the floor to Elijah, grabbed him firmly
by the back of the neck, and guided him to the edge of
the bed. James sat on the edge of the bed and pulled
Elijah into a sitting position between his legs, both
males facing the perplexed and petrified Thad.
"Watch carefully, Thad," James instructed. "I'm going
to show you what your new Master likes to do with cute
nigger boys like yourself."
Thad tensed at the sound of the ugly word, looking on
in dread and curiosity.
James began licking and biting the back and sides of
Elijah's sweaty brown neck.
Elijah looked at the floor and closed his eyes, hoping
this was a bad dream from which he'd soon awake.
As James nuzzled Elijah's face and neck, he slowly
unbuttoned Elijah's shirt, watching Thad intently as he
did so. The unfolding scenario was erotic beyond his
wildest imagination. He quickly realized that the only
thing more thrilling than taking a young Negro boy was
taking a young Negro boy in front of his younger and
more innocent little brother.
Thad was confused and distressed. Why was Master James
holding and kissing his brother the same way he saw the
older slave men sometimes hold and kiss their wives?
James spread open Elijah's shirt and pulled it off the
boy's arms and back. He increased the intensity of his
kisses and rubbed his hands all over Elijah's naked
chest, brown and shiny with sweat. He eagerly untied
the string fastened through Elijah's pants-waist,
pushed Elijah into a standing position, then yanked the
boy's pants to the floor.
Stepping out of them, Elijah now stood completely naked
before his little brother. Elijah looked at the floor
in shame.
Thad looked away, embarrassed for his brother and
increasingly uncomfortable with the direction of the
morning's activities. Of course he'd seen Elijah naked
plenty of times before, but this was the first time it
ever felt strange and shameful.
"What do you think of your brother's dick?" James asked
Thad playfully.
Thad looked to his brother for some sign as to how to
answer. His brother's eyes were clenched shut.
"I don't know, Massuh James. Looks like it's 'sposed
to, I reckon," Thad answered matter-of-factly.
James laughed at the boy's diplomatic answer.
"You'll be mighty lucky if yours ever grows this big,"
James continued. "This is what white folks call a REAL
nigger dick. Thick and long and straight from the
jungles of Africa. Your big brother's gonna make some
girls real happy one of these days."
James sat Elijah back down between his legs and fondled
the boy's soft six inches.
Thad gasped when he saw this. Boys and men weren't
supposed to touch each other that way. But for some
reason, he couldn't look away. The whole thing felt
like a blurry dream.
Impatient with Elijah's stubbornly soft dick, James
pushed him back into a standing position, whirled him
around so his backside was facing Thad, and then shoved
his head down so low that it was nearly touching the
floor. Elijah grunted in protest, uncertain what his
Master was trying to do. The curves of Elijah's ass -
rounder and fleshier than his little brother's - now
jutted into the air.
James stood up and violently spread Elijah's ass-cheeks
with both hands, exposing the boy's shy wrinkled pucker
to his little brother's shocked eyes.
It was the first anus Thad had ever seen. He was only
barely aware of his own anus's existence, and certainly
had never had any desire or expectation to see another
boy's anus, especially not his brother's. Thad stared
at the place where his brother's shit comes out,
wrinkled his nose in disgust, and wondered why the new
Master was showing it to him.
"You turn up your nose, Thad, but this right here is a
nigger boy's most prized possession," James explained,
smiling lecherously. "You have no idea how many men
have probably looked at your brother's ass when he's
walked through the slave quarters or played with the
other pickaninnies, wishing they could be right where
I'm standing this very moment."
Thad looked away, embarrassed and disbelieving.
Elijah gritted his teeth and stared in deep, blushing
humiliation at the dirty floor just inches from his
face. Bent over and legs spread, Elijah felt like his
body was going to snap in two. It felt weird to have
his asshole exposed to his little brother.
James continued: "Of course nobody talks about it, but
it's the part of a cute boy lots of men wish they could
see and touch. You don't know it yet, but your own
little asshole's probably going to provide a lot of
pleasure to many men over the next few years. Hell, it
might even give YOU some pleasure if you learn to take
the dick right."
Thad was utterly confused. For the life of him he
couldn't understand how his shit-hole could ever bring
anybody pleasure. Pieces of a disturbing puzzle floated
through his virgin brain, but he couldn't put them
together in a way that made any sense. He saw his
brother's winking asshole just a few feet away.
He knew from Master James's speech that dicks had
something to do with the pleasure. He recalled Lil
Rooster's exaggerated impression of a white man
complimenting Moses's tight "nigger pussy." It vaguely
seemed to connect with Master James's words, but he
still couldn't solve the mystery. He wasn't sure he
wanted to.
"Just three weeks ago, I was one of those men drooling
over the butts of Negro boys like you and Elijah,"
James confessed. He knew Thad couldn't care less, but
he relished his power to corrupt the boy's mind with
his words.
"I was too scared to do anything about it...until now,
that is. You're my slave, meaning I can do anything I
want with you. Some Masters enjoy whipping their
niggers...but me, I prefer other pleasures."
His eyes still locked on Thad, James spit crudely on
his right hand's index finger. Parting Elijah's ass-
crack with his left hand, James shoved the entire
length of his finger into Elijah's dry asshole.
Elijah cried out from the unexpected pain. He could see
between his parted legs Thad's expression of disgust
and dismay. The younger boy's mouth literally hung open
in shock.
Thad couldn't understand why any grown man would want
to put their fingers in the place where a boy's shit
comes out, especially when it seemed to be causing
Elijah so much pain.
"Stop, Massuh James! You hurtin' my brother, Massuh!"
Thad started to jump up in protest.
"Don't forget your FATHER, Thad," James reminded the
boy loudly, stopping Thad in his tracks.
Thad leaned down to see his brother's face through
Elijah's spread legs. "You okay, 'Lij?"
"I'se okay, Thad," Elijah muttered sullenly. "Do what
Massuh James tells you, else he ain't gonna let us see
Daddy."
Thad hopped his tiny body back up on the chair,
squirming uncomfortably.
James pushed his finger in and out of Elijah's ass,
making gross squishy noises that sounded like little
farts. James spit on his middle finger, then pushed
both his index and middle finger into Elijah's
stretched asshole. He closed his eyes and sighed with
pleasure at the exquisite feeling of the teenage boy's
warm, slimy insides.
Thad thought the new Master must be insane if he
actually ENJOYED such nasty behavior.
Spitting again onto his fingers, James slid THREE
fingers into the bent-over Elijah, whose low groans
expressed the intense pain of the intrusion. James
thrust his fingers in and out of the boy's asshole,
which sucked tightly and noisily at his fingers.
James's dick was rock-hard from the feel of the young
slave boy's taut sweaty body arched beside him, as well
as the psychological thrill of corrupting Elijah's ten-
year-old brother.
James pulled his fingers from out of Elijah's ass,
yanked Elijah upright by his wooly tangled hair, turned
him around to face his little brother, then rudely
shoved his messy fingers into Elijah's mouth. Elijah
cried out in protest.
Thad's entire body convulsed in disgust at the sight,
and he lifted both arms to cover his eyes. He felt
sorry for his older brother, but a guilty part of him
deep down inside was glad it was Elijah licking the
man's slimy fingers rather than him.
James laughed in amusement at Thad's expected (and
desired) reaction.
"No need to cover your eyes, boy," James explained.
"I'm sure your brother's butt-juices are delicious. Why
don't you tell us, Elijah? How do they taste?"
Elijah wanted to disappear. He knew what his Master
wanted to hear, and knew he had to play along no matter
how much it might shame him in front of his little
brother.
"They taste real good, Massuh James," Elijah mumbled
quietly, the fingers still jammed in his mouth mangling
his words.
Thad looked up at his brother in disgusted surprise.
"See, I told you so, Thad," James teased. "Now watch
your big brother show you what a nigger boy's asshole
is REALLY good for."
James shoved Elijah down to all fours on the dirty
wooden floor, just four or five feet from the boy's
little brother. James hastily stripped off his own
shirt, pants, and shoes until he was standing
completely naked in front of the stunned little ten-
year-old.
Thad had never seen a white man naked before, and the
sight both repulsed and fascinated him. The man's skin
looked so pale compared to the complexions he was
accustomed to, and his dick looked red and veiny, like
those he'd seen a few times jutting out of dogs in
heat. Thad felt amused pride when he realized his big
brother's penis was almost as big soft as his Master's
was hard.
James dropped to his knees between Elijah's legs. He
spit into his right hand, smeared the saliva on the
dick jutting in front of him, and thrust it violently
into Elijah's asshole.
"What the...?!?" Thad cried out in sincere surprise.
Suddenly Lil Rooster's obnoxious charade made complete
sense. The ten-year-old stared at the sight before him
as if aliens had just dropped from the sky.
James held Elijah's hips tightly in both hands as he
pumped furiously into the rectum of the slave boy below
him. He reached for a pillow from the bed and placed it
beneath his knees, giving him greater comfort and a
better angle for his pummeling of the boy's brown
bubble butt. He could hear Elijah panting and groaning
with every brutal thrust.
Thad looked on, appalled and entranced.
"Little Thad looks sort of scared," James told Elijah
in the midst of his own heavy breathing. "Tell your
little brother how your Master's dick feels!"
Elijah's head was smashed against the floor as James
slammed into his body from behind. He was looking away
from his brother in complete embarrassment.
"It feel real nice, Thad," Elijah moaned
unconvincingly.
"You can do better than that," James barked, harshly
smacking Elijah's right butt-cheek.
"Oh, man, Thad, there ain't no feelin' like this in the
world!" Elijah moaned. "Fuck my ass, Massuh. Fuck the
shit out of me, Massuh James!"
"Tell your little brother who you are, boy!" James
demanded sadistically.
Elijah's body stiffened with shame.
"I'se just a low-down no-good nigger who loves white
cocks shoved in my ass!"
Thad couldn't believe his eyes and ears. It pained him
deeply to see his big brother, who'd always seemed so
strong and masculine in his eyes, abused and degraded
in this way. And it disappointed him to see the proud
brother he respected say such filthy things, things he
hoped he didn't mean. He wanted to rescue his brother
from his nightmare, but felt tiny and helpless compared
to the angry older white man.
Elijah was trying hard to fight back his tears. He
turned his head to his brother and tried to communicate
with his eyes that his words were empty lies, spoken
solely to satisfy Master James. But Thad's eyes seemed
magnetically drawn to the Master's dick pumping in and
out of Elijah's butt. Elijah had tried so hard to be
the man of the house since his father had been sold
away, but he knew now that this one act of submission
before his little brother's eyes had swept all his
efforts away. He knew he would never hold quite the
same respect and admiration in his little brother's
eyes, and that realization broke his heart.
James continued thrusting into Elijah's asshole, which
was now sloppy-wet with saliva and the boy's natural
ass-juices. He smacked Elijah's legs and buttocks hard
with every stroke, enjoying the sound of his hands
slapping violently against the boy's sweaty skin. He
loved watching Elijah's firm teenage ass-cheeks tense
up in taut muscles every time his dick slammed deep
into his guts. He savored the heat and wetness and
tightness of Elijah's adolescent asshole.
He looked over at the cute little Negro boy sitting on
the chair and imagined the ecstasy it would be to force
his way into Thad's tiny little butt, splitting it in
two.
Feeling an oncoming orgasm, but eager to prolong the
day's pleasures, James pulled his cock out of Elijah
with a noisy slurping sound.
Elijah's body collapsed to the floor in relief. His
respite lasted only seconds, however, before James,
still on his knees, forced Elijah to face him on all
fours so that he could feed the boy his dick still
dripping with spit and ass-slime.
Elijah shut his eyes tightly and took James's cock in
his mouth, instinctively gagging at the first taste of
his own ass-juices. James grabbed the back of Elijah's
head and impaled the boy's face on his cock. He arched
his hips in a back and forth motion, shoving his dick
repeatedly into the back of Elijah's throat.
Thad sat on the chair with his knees now pulled to his
chest. He buried his head between his knees, lifting
his eyes every few seconds to peek at the horror before
him, only to hide his eyes again in disgust. He felt
sorry for his suffering brother. For some reason the
sight of Elijah gagging on the Master's dick disturbed
him even more than the brutal ass-fucking, perhaps
because it was easier for him to imagine how awful it
probably felt. He had no idea why the grown white man
would want to do such things, and could only conclude
that he was a mean, hateful white man who got pleasure
from hurting young Negro boys.
Thad's initial curiosity in the show in front of him
gave way to the fear and panic one would expect from a
boy his age. His little-boy-body began convulsing with
sobs.
"Stop hurting my brother!" Thad cried out in between
heaving sobs. "Please stop hurting him, Massuh James!
I'm sorry, 'Lij, I'm so sorry, 'Lij...I wish I could
stop him but I can't."
James had a momentary vision of the beast he'd turned
himself into, and felt a brief pang of sympathy for the
tiny little boy sobbing on the chair.
"I think your little brother's seen enough," James said
with a disgusted shrug, more at himself than anything
else.
He released the back of Elijah's head and pulled his
dick from between the boy's thick Negro lips. He stood
up, walked over to the washbasin beside the bed, wet
the cloth beside it, and washed off his dick. He then
crossed the room and stood beside Thad's chair.
The two boys watched his every move with bated breath,
desperately hoping this was the end of the morning's
ordeal.
Looking down at Thad, James said, "Now that you know
what's expected of you, I think it's time we break you
in and give you some practice."
Thad tried to say something in protest, but the words
caught in his throat. He shot Elijah a look of pure
panic.
Elijah nodded his head in weak encouragement to
cooperate, then looked sadly away, ashamed that he was
helpless to rescue his little brother from his fate.
"I'm a little worn out from all this excitement," James
continued, patting Thad on the shoulder and smiling
devilishly at Elijah. "I think I'll let big brother do
the honors. He's been working so hard for me, it's only
fair to let him in on some of the fun."
Thad's head whipped to look at Elijah in surprise and
confusion.
Elijah backed away from the center of the room, shaking
his head in vehement defiance.
"Awwwwww, HELL NO!!!" Elijah shouted, forgetting for a
moment that he was in the presence of a white man who
could whip, sell, or lynch him with impunity. He
clasped his hand to his mouth in hasty contrition. "I
mean...please no, Massuh James! Don't make me do
nothin' to hurt my little brother! Show us some mercy,
Massuh James!"
Elijah had been so worried about the countless ways
Master James might harm Thad, the idea of them being
forced to do gross things TOGETHER never crossed his
mind.
"The way I see it," James explained calmly, "this IS
mercy. Like it or not, Thad's gonna see and do things
you can't protect him from. And isn't it better he
learn them from an older brother who loves him, rather
than someone like me who just might not show him
any...MERCY???"
Elijah looked anxiously at his little brother.
Thad looked back with an expression of helpless panic,
clearly waiting for his older brother to make a
decision.
Elijah felt his heart pounding in his chest. He wanted
to grab Thad by the arm and run from the Master's
bedroom, far away from the Big House, but he knew such
resistance would lead to brutal whippings for his whole
family, the end of any chance to see his father again,
and probably being sold away from his mother and
brother.
Elijah felt dizzy and trapped. He squeezed back his
tears and tried to make peace with what he realized he
had to do. The idea of sex acts with his little brother
seemed weird and gross, but not nearly as despicable or
humiliating as sex acts with an older white man.
"I guess I don't got no choice, Massuh James," Elijah
consented, hanging his head in shame.
Thad looked surprised and betrayed. He'd been hoping
Elijah would fight the Master and lead Thad bravely
from the Big House, his pride and purity intact.
James smiled lustfully, trembling in anticipation of
the forbidden fantasy about to play out before his very
eyes.
"You're a smart boy, Elijah," James said. "Now here's
what I want you to do. Pretend you're the Master. Sit
on the bed and repeat EVERYTHING I just did to you,
only of course you'll be doing it to your little
brother while I sit in the chair and watch. It's that
simple."
James grabbed Thad's arm and pulled him up from the
chair, pushing him toward Elijah and the bed. The
little boy stumbled as if he was sleepwalking. James
sat his naked body in the chair and faced the show
about to begin.
This was Elijah's ultimate punishment, James thought to
himself. Forcing him to be complicit in his own little
brother's corruption.
The two boys faced each other awkwardly, as if to say,
"Are we really about to do this???"
Elijah's mind poured over everything he'd just been
subjected to, racing ahead to imagine himself doing the
same things to his little brother. He couldn't think of
any way to avoid causing his brother pain and
humiliation.
Elijah reached out nervously for his little brother.
Pulling Thad close to him, Elijah tenderly whispered,
"This gonna hurt real bad, but I'll try to make it easy
on you as I can. Remember Daddy."
Thad looked anxiously up into his older brother's sad
eyes for reassurance, and squeezed his hand as if to
say, "It's okay. I'll be brave for you, Mama, and
Daddy."
Elijah sat on the edge of the bed as James had done a
half hour earlier, and pulled Thad to him so that the
younger boy was sitting between his older brother's
legs. Thad thought it felt strange to be pushed so
close to his brother's naked body. Elijah could feel
his little brother's body shivering with anxiety.
Elijah closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and
clumsily began nuzzling Thad's creamy-brown neck. He
licked and kissed his brother's neck for the first time
in his life. Thad stiffened from the strange, ticklish
sensation. Elijah could smell Thad's freshly washed
hair, and his little brother's skin tasted salty but
clean, sweeter than Master James's.
James found himself intensely aroused by the taboo
scene taking place before him, and moved his right hand
to his hardening dick.
Elijah licked Thad's neck, cheeks, and ears, nibbling
as gently and lovingly as possible. The weirdness of
the situation creeped him out a little bit, but at the
same time he found his brother's soft, warm skin
strangely comforting. He wished something as simple as
doing this all afternoon would satisfy Master James,
but he knew there was more to come and was eager to
have the whole thing over with.
As he tenderly pecked at the back of Thad's neck,
Elijah slowly unbuttoned his brother's tattered shirt.
Whispering words of reassurance in his little brother's
ear, Elijah gently pulled the shirt off of Thad's
shoulders and arms, tossing it to the floor.
James smiled in admiration at the naked little-boy-
chest in front of him, and continued stroking his seven
inches to life. He could easily circle Thad's skinny
arms with his index finger and thumb. Thad's chest was
flat as a washboard, with only the faintest hints of
where the muscles of young manhood might develop in
future years. He had the smallest nipples James had
ever seen, cute specks of dark brown standing out from
Thad's toffee-colored complexion. His belly button
jutted out in the same way as his older brother's.
Thad shivered, more from self-consciousness than from
the cool morning breeze coming through the bedroom
windows. He'd been shirtless thousands of times, but
never like this. He couldn't comprehend why the Master
was drooling at the sight of his chest like it was a
Christmas turkey.
Elijah awkwardly rubbed his hands across his little
brother's chest. His hands wandered nervously and
aimlessly, uncertain where to devote the most
attention. He fondled the little boy's nipples, barely
discernible from the rest of his soft skin. He tickled
Thad's belly button and moved his hands back up the
length of his brother's chest. It was embarrassing to
be touching his brother this way, and he knew Thad was
just as uncomfortable.
Remembering his next move, Elijah clumsily untied the
string fastened through Thad's cloth pants. He
whispered another word of encouragement, then gently
pushed his brother into a standing position. Taking a
deep breath, he slowly pulled the pants to the ground,
helping the trembling Thad step out of them.
Thad's entire body stiffened. James's lascivious stares
sliced his boyish modesty into shreds like dozens of
sharpened daggers. He felt ridiculous and scared as he
stood there awkwardly, his front exposed to the ogling
white man, his bottom just inches from his embarrassed
brother's face.
James drank in the sight of the naked, trembling boy.
Thad's penis was little, hairless, and slightly darker
than the rest of his body. James could just barely make
out the beginnings of testicles bundled tightly in a
brown wrinkled ball-sac. Prepubescent penises didn't
usually do much for James, but the beauty of the entire
package was a wonder to behold. If nothing else, the
taboo of the boy's youth was enough to thrill him to an
erection. Another perk of slavery, James thought to
himself - the ability to explore one's deepest, darkest
fantasies, totally free of consequences.
Feeling compassion for his exposed brother, Elijah
pulled Thad back down to a sitting position between his
legs. Recalling his next required activity, Elijah
reluctantly began fondling his little brother's soft
stub of a penis. Thad's body grew tense in his arms.
Other than Master James's and his own, it was the first
dick Elijah had ever touched.
Similarly, it was the first time anyone had touched
Thad in such a private part of his body. He was
surprised at the pleasurable tingling sensations it
gave his body, but his embarrassment under Master
James's intense gaze kept him from getting hard.
Stroking his rock-hard cock more aggressively now,
James gave Elijah a stern and urgent nod to proceed
with the inevitable.
This was the moment Elijah had been dreading most. He
remembered the shock, then disgust, then unbearable
pain when his own virgin asshole had first been
violated, not so long ago. He knew his brother's age
and small size, combined with a dick which was
considerably larger than Master James's, would make
Thad's deflowering all the more difficult and
agonizing. He desperately wished he could freeze the
scene and jump in his little brother's place - anything
to spare him the shock and humiliation from which he
knew his little brother would never fully be able to
recover.
Elijah pushed Thad into a standing position, gently
turned him around so that his backside faced Master
James, and then pushed down on his brother's back so
that he was bending over, ass in the air.
Thad squeezed his eyes shut in embarrassment, hoping it
would all be over soon.
Elijah blushed as he reached over and grabbed his
little brother's tiny, firm globes in both hands,
pulling them gently apart to expose the tiny brown
cherry between them. It felt weird to be groping his
little brother's ass. Other than teasing each other
about farts, it was a part of Thad's body he'd never
really noticed or thought about. It felt small and
smooth in his hands, and the winking hole now open to
view looked ten times tinier than Master James's small
asshole.
James gasped in delight at the sight of Thad's anus. As
expected, it was far tinier and tighter than his older
brother's. He had to stare extra hard just to spot it.
To James, it appeared a delicious fruit, not quite ripe
but still too tempting not to have at least one taste.
James wondered how Elijah was going to fit a FINGER in
the tiny opening, let alone his massive manhood.
Elijah sighed deeply, whispered a warning in his little
brother's ear, licked his index finger, and then poked
his fingertip against the sealed entrance to his
brother's rectum. The tiny hole stood strong against
the intruder, refusing to give way.
Elijah looked at Master James with a pleading look, but
the older white man was lost in a lustful daze. James
nodded impatiently for Elijah to continue his efforts.
Elijah spit a gob of saliva into his hand and smeared
it all around his brother's butt-hole. Licking his
index finger again, he pressed it against his brother's
clenched anus a second time, pushing a little bit
harder but being careful not to damage anything. Just
as he was about to give up, Elijah felt his index
finger push past the stubborn barrier, slowly sinking
into the warm cavern behind it.
Thad screamed a high-pitched shriek of pain that seemed
to last forever and echo across all 3,154 acres of
Stampley Plantation.
"Take it out, 'Lij! Take it out!" Thad shouted in
agony, trying to lurch his body away from the intruder.
"I'm serious, 'Lij! Take it out!!!"
Elijah felt sorry for his brother but knew that
removing his finger now would only cause more pain in
the long run. Half of his index finger was now
swallowed up in his brother's virgin asshole. It felt
like the ring of Thad's anus would choke the
circulation from his finger before they were finished.
He wiggled the tip of his finger, feeling for the first
time the strange texture of his little brother's
insides.
He grabbed the pillow off the floor, the one Master
James had been kneeling on earlier, and handed it to
his brother to quiet his blood-curdling screams. Elijah
inched his finger a little deeper, feeling his little
brother's body tense up at each new millimeter of
violation. After what felt like hours of effort,
Elijah's entire finger was eventually sucked into the
depths of Thad's bony boyish mounds.
James was hypnotized by the sight of the younger
brother's virgin body being violated by his older
brother's probing finger, all in obedience to HIS
orders as their Master and owner. With his left hand he
fondled his balls; with his right hand he pumped
earnestly up and down on his rock-hard cock, wet from
saliva and precum. His voyeuristic pleasure was so
intoxicating that at no point did he consider jumping
up to join the fun. There would be time for that later.
To disrupt the show now would be to break a spell he'd
been waiting a lifetime to cast.
Even with Thad's face buried in the pillow, Elijah
could still hear his little brother's muffled screams.
But the older brother knew he had no choice but to
continue. To stop now would mean everything that came
before had been endured in vain.
Elijah slowly withdrew his finger from the grasp of his
little brother's asshole, relieved to see it come out
slimy but clean. He was glad he'd had the foresight to
plan Thad's bath in the creek. He then pushed his
finger all the way back in, feeling his brother's anal
walls reluctantly making way for the unexpected
visitor. He wiggled his finger around again, trying to
block out his brother's shouts and groans.
He wrinkled up his nose when he thought about what he
was doing - poking fingers in his brother's shit-hole!
But at the same time, against his conscious will,
Elijah imagined that it was his DICK sinking deep into
Thad's hot, wet insides, and his dangling appendage
began guiltily twitching to life.
Elijah tried to cleanse his mind of these dirty
thoughts, reminding himself of the pain such action
inflicted on his own young body, and the even greater
pain he knew getting fucked in the ass would cause his
brother. He knew he had little choice in the matter,
but he could at least choose not to ENJOY his brother's
suffering...couldn't he???
Elijah hurried to get the whole thing over with. He
licked his middle finger and pressed TWO fingers
against his little brother's tight pucker, pushing
firmly until it gradually inhaled the thickness of both
fingers. Thad tried to scramble away and escape, but
Elijah held him firmly in place with his left hand. He
hated Master James for forcing him to rape his own
brother.
Elijah pushed both fingers as deep as he could,
wriggling them around to familiarize Thad with the
feeling of having his rectum filled. He thrust them in
and out, in and out, listening to the funny suction
noises made by the friction of muscle, saliva, fingers,
and air-bubbles.
The sounds made him think again of what it would feel
like to fuck his little brother, and his dick continued
growing in spite of himself. He looked down with horror
at his semi-hard dick, jerking into the air like a
snake rearing its head up to strike. How could this be
happening?!? He hadn't even touched himself. It just
wasn't right to want to do to his little brother what
Jacob had done to Sophy that day in the barn.
But it's natural to be curious, he tried to assure
himself. Then he remembered that before he'd met Master
James he didn't even know a boy's body could be put to
such uses! That must be it, he concluded angrily.
Master James had somehow brainwashed him, polluting his
mind with ideas it had never considered before.
Elijah felt like his hardening dick was going to betray
his shameful thoughts to Master James and Thad, but he
was helpless to do anything to stop it.
Elijah now pried open Thad's anus with three spit-
lubricated fingers, stretching the hole in preparation
of the larger intruder to come. Convinced that his
brother's ass was as loose as it was going to get that
morning, Elijah pulled his fingers out.
Thad stood up on wobbly knees, looking scared and
shell-shocked. His eyes shot wide in dismay when he saw
Elijah's rock-hard monster, grown to its full nine
inches, jutting out menacingly before him.
Elijah looked guiltily away, holding out his slimy
fingers for Thad to lick. Thad wrinkled his nose in
disgust, convinced he was going to throw up. James
laughed and continued stroking his dick.
"C'mon, Thad," Elijah coached gently. "I did it, and it
ain't TOO bad."
Thad literally held his nose and dove in for the taste,
licking Elijah's fingers thoroughly clean in a matter
of seconds. They tasted weird and slimy, but not as
gross as he'd expected.
"This the worst part," Elijah warned, still embarrassed
of the throbbing teenage dick reaching out for his ten-
year-old brother's asshole. "I'll try my best to get
this over quick."
Elijah helped position Thad on all fours, on the cold
wooden floor where Elijah himself had been brutally
raped by Master James less than an hour earlier.
Instead of using the pillow as a kneepad, he kindly
gave it to his brother to once again muffle his
inevitable screams.
Positioning himself behind his brother's tiny bubble-
butt, Elijah awkwardly poked his thick brown cock at
his brother's small wrinkled hole. His manhood looked
grotesquely huge in contrast to Thad's frail little
body. He rubbed his cock against the saliva still
smeared around Thad's asshole, left over from Elijah's
probing fingers.
Realizing that wouldn't be enough lubrication, Elijah
spit in his hand and stroked up and down on his dick
until it was thoroughly wet. He nervously pushed the
thick dark head of his African python against his
little brother's asshole, pressing harder and harder
until it finally broke the surface and sank two or
three inches into the depths beneath.
Thad's body convulsed in a pain beyond screams.
Elijah kept still as long as he could, allowing Thad to
grow accustomed to the burning sensation. Eventually
the warm wet bowels beckoned his cock deeper, and he
shoved it in another two inches, splitting open Thad's
narrow virgin tunnel.
Elijah was torn between empathy for his little
brother's excruciating pain, and an overwhelming
temptation to take pleasure from the firm round ass
clutching his dick in its unbelievably tight grasp.
Struggling to find a comfortable position, Elijah
pushed Thad flat on his stomach so that he could rest
his own body atop his little brother's, and bury his
dick fully in the younger boy's unexplored depths. It
took a surprising amount of strength for Elijah finally
to sink his shaft all the way into Thad's ripped-open
ass.
Elijah gasped in sudden pleasure at the new sensation.
He was amazed at how good it felt to have his dick
totally engulfed by the warm, squishy tightness of his
brother's rectum. No wonder Master James craves Negro
boys' asses, Elijah reflected guiltily.
Delirious from this newly discovered pleasure, Elijah
forgot about Thad's pain for a moment and pumped in and
out of his brother's asshole. He was forced to take it
slowly at first, so restricted and resistant were his
brother's anal walls. Eventually he tore them wide
open, however, and started slamming in and out of his
little brother's limp body with greater speed and
intensity.
Thad felt like the flames of hell were burning away at
his insides. Elijah's monster dick felt like a sharp
tree branch spearing his little body. He smashed his
face into the pillow and muffled his terrified sobs. He
felt angry and betrayed that Elijah seemed to be
enjoying himself so much, after promising to take it
easy on him and get it over quickly.
This was a fate far more painful and degrading than
anything Thad's unpolluted little mind could have ever
imagined. At ten years of age, the innocent boy had no
concrete, conceptual understanding of "virginity," but
he still felt instinctively that with every one of his
brother's thrusts, something serious and permanent was
being damaged and changed inside him. He imagined Lil
Rooster in the corner of the room, pointing at him and
laughing and calling him a "pussy-boy." But wasn't that
exactly what he'd been turned into - a pussy-boy
performing dirty acts for his Master's pleasure?
James felt like he was on the brink of orgasm. He
smiled in amusement at Elijah's unexpected enthusiasm.
His jaw dropped in awe when he realized Thad's tiny ass
had taken all nine, thick inches of Elijah's African
beast. Surely the poor boy would be limping for weeks!
Elijah was caught up in a frenzy of selfish, sweaty,
irrational lust. He slammed his huge cock again and
again into his little brother's body. Thad's face was
smashed awkwardly into the pillow, his bony little body
jerking rhythmically forward in a rocking motion with
every painful thrust. The smell of Thad's hair, skin,
and ass was intoxicating as the little boy's flesh
offered up to Elijah its previously unimagined
pleasures.
This being Elijah's first time fucking another person,
boy or girl, orgasm overtook him without warning.
Elijah let out a wild, guttural scream as shot after
shot of creamy teenage cum exploded into his little
brother's stunned body.
Thad felt like someone was inflating him with hot
water. He felt his brother's thrusts weakening and
moaned a sign of relief.
Seeing that the teenage boy's out-of-control hormones
had altered the plan, James leapt to the floor and
joined Elijah in his dramatic climax. The sight of
Elijah's thick dark dick still impaling his little
brother's pert golden-brown ass-cheeks was enough to
send James over the edge. Kneeling beside Thad's
prostrate body, James unleashed four ropes of thick,
hot cum all over the little boy's back and hair. With a
loud sigh, he released all the pent-up lust and guilt
from the morning's adventures.
Elijah looked shamefacedly at James, knowing his Master
had seen him take pleasure from fucking his little
brother's ass. He pulled out his soggy, softening dick,
and watched a puddle of cum run out of Thad's asshole.
The boy's anus gaped open in a dark circle the
thickness of Elijah's dick.
James stood up and collapsed contentedly upon the bed.
He called the two slave boys to lie beside him, one on
each side, resting each arm beneath each boy's head.
The three lay there breathing heavily, chests heaving
up and down, staring up at the ceiling.
Thad, still covered in cum, felt disgusting and wanted
nothing more than to run to the creek where he could
wash and cry. He wondered if boys like Lil Rooster and
Moses would be able to tell just by looking at him that
he too was a pussy-boy now. He thought of the father he
could barely remember, and wondered if having him in
their lives again would make the morning's suffering
worthwhile.
Elijah felt a rush of guilt and regret about selfishly
taking his little brother's virginity. He wondered if
Thad would ever be able to forgive him. How quickly and
darkly his life had changed since meeting Master James!
He hoped nobody else would find out that he'd taken
pleasure from the anal rape of his little brother.
James was drunk with power and pleasure. He heard the
heavy, troubled breathing and felt the warm bodies of
the two slave boys at his side and knew he couldn't
free them, or any of his slaves for that matter. At
least not yet, at least not until he'd explored the
numerous temptations of his new role as slave-owner to
their fullest.
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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.
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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