Callum

The Plantation Owner's Son

Chapters 5-7

The following morning Madam Naomi awakened me early. I kept my eyes shut and rolled onto my side hoping she would let me sleep longer.

"Se réveillent magnifique petit garçon (wake up gorgeous little boy), for we have much to learn," Naomi said playfully, she tickled me until my eyes opened.

I beamed at Naomi and watched me and sighed, then slapped me hard on my naked buttocks, I squealed as I jumped out of bed. I wondered where Jacob was, up to now each morning routine has been the same, Jacob washes me in the iron bath and then Miss Lucie takes me downstairs and arranges my breakfast. Naomi spoke as I looked for my clothes.

"No little one! This morning you will not be needing clothes," she said smiling slyly.

Just then there was a knock on the door, "Enter," said Naomi.

The door opened and a large heavily built black man entered the room. I thought I knew him, but I could not remember from where, then I blushed scarlet when I remembered him as being one of Naomi's actors, he played the role of a savage, the one with the large cock that had ravished Miss Rose so completely. Instantly I covered my privates with my hands, embarrassed. Naomi slapped my hands away irritably.

"Uncover yourself boy, a slave always lets his master see, for only your master can order you be covered," Naomi said matter of fact.

I glanced at Naomi, confused, "Is he," pointing to the large man, "My new master, has Master Ambroise sold me already? I do not understand mam," When I am nervous I speak to quickly and stutter badly.

"Silence boy! This morning he is your master and you shall please him or else risk suffering my wrath, do you understand me!" Naomi said sternly.

I was utterly confused but I had learnt that there was nothing to gain by arguing, so I let my hands fall submissively to my side as I cast my eyes down to the floor, just as Miss Lucie had taught me. Naomi smiled.

"Good boy. Now I am going to show you how to bath your master, it must be an entirely pleasant experience for him, else you will be put to the fields, toiling in the grueling heat of the day. A skinny little thing like you would do well to last a week, so listen carefully and prey It is not so for you."

I nodded my head in ascent and watched carefully.

"First you must undress him, this must be done in such a way, so as to not offend but rather flatter, your master, and you must look upon every pore of his skin with complete adoration, no matter how ugly or repulsive you may believe your master to be."

I stood gazing round eyed at the huge slave.

"Should your true feelings come to light you will suffer, it is so with slaves as it always has been with females, so listen to me little one. Do not despair I will teach you how it is done, for all males are basest in their emotions."

I sat and listened intently while Naomi first explained and then demonstrated how to undress a man to prepare him for his bath. This she did so seductively that by the time Naomi had his clothes stacked neatly on the chair, he was fully-erect and pre-cum had formed at the head of his penis. The anticipation and lust in his eyes were unmistakable.

Naomi stood back with a self satisfied expression upon her face, "Walla, it is done, this is how your master should be, a good slave can bring this about every time, now little one it is your turn to try, but not with this man, for he is already at the edge. Get dressed Abdullah and send Gillard to me."

The big man looked disappointed but he did not argue and I watched as he put his clothes on, I giggled and Naomi shot me a warning, as he struggled to get his penis inside his pants. Abdullah smiled lasciviously at me while he tucked that huge snake back into his britches and left the room.

"Now remember little one, from the moment that Gillard enters the room, he is your master you must be submissive and remember all which I have told you."

"Gillard, today I have a special role for you to play, this boy," Naomi pointed at me, "is your slave, you are his master and you wish for him to bath you, you will not penetrate the boy on this occasion but should your performance be convincing I will allow him to pleasure you in other ways, do you understand?"

Gillard examined me, lust in his eyes, his brown eyes roamed easily over my body, as his penis swelled in anticipation of things to come. "Yes Madam I here ye," he answered in the vernacular of Port Jerome.

"Excellent," Naomi clapped her hands and perched herself on the bed to watch.

"Slave! Turn around, slowly so as I may see thy," Gillard said.

I looked across at Naomi, and as she nodded her head in approval, I raised both my hands to the side of my face and gently brushed the hair away from my eyes, I slowly turned around keeping my fingers intertwined in my hair, deliberately stretching my torso in the process, so as to show off my narrow waist and flat stomach. I did a slow pirouette that left me once again facing Gillard. Finally I let my hands travel over my chest and stomach before finally coming to rest at my sides. I looked wide eyed and mischievously at the front of Gillard britches which by now were substantially tented at the front, then I looked up at his face and smiled shyly.

Naomi clapped, "Very good, very good, she applauded, "but do not give to much away to soon little one, there is plenty of time"

"Come hither slave," Gillard ordered, as without hesitation I moved over to him, I lowered my head submissively and waited. His large calloused hand lifted my chin so as he could gaze into my green eyes. He held my chin up, I smiled, just as Naomi had told me. Gillard may be a good actor but I was determined to be better.

Purposely his hands explored me; the veins on the side of my slender white throat pulsed, as his fingers brushed ever so lightly across them. His hand traveled down to my chest. I stiffened as he pinched my nipple and I bit down hard on my lip and resisted pulling away from him. Despite the pain, my nipple hardened and Gillard laughed.

Gillard lifted me by my arms onto the wash table, so now his face was at the level of my chest, whereupon he commenced to fondle my privates.

"Aye so it is true, thou possess no stones, little one," he said intrigued.

I blushed scarlet; as of yet I had not come to terms with my loss in that regards.

"Now I wish to bathe. Prepare me slave!" Gillard said, easily lifting me back down to the wooden floor.

"Yes Master," I replied meekly and I slowly approached him.

Gillard's garb included a gold embroidered vest and beneath a lace blouse. For leggings he wore soft doe skin riding britches, I considered his attire to be most unusual for a slave so I presumed him to be a free-man. His feet were bound by soft leather boots such as worn by the dandies of New Orleans.

I gestured for him to be seated as I held the chair out for him. Gillard winked at me and sat down. Fortunately Naomi hadn't seen. I crouched down onto my haunches in front of Gillard, and gently lifted his leather boot onto my naked thigh, whereupon I proceeded to unlace his boot, one eyelet at a time, slowly and precisely I did this, being sure as to not to damage the soft leather laces or the silver eyelets. Finally the boot was unlaced. I stood up and straddled his leg, and with my back facing to him. I took a hold of his boot and pulled, but it would not dislodge. Gillard placed his other boot on my naked bottom and shoved me forward, hard. Suddenly the boot sprang free and I along with his boot was thrown headlong to the ground, much to my disdain Gillard and Naomi laughed delightedly.

This time being more careful, I repeated the process with his other boot, and I managed to stay upright, but I did gasp with surprise when I felt the hot flesh of his naked toes push into my butt-crack as he once again shoved me forward so as to dislodge his boot.

Next I had to remove his vest. I straddled Gillard's thighs and immediately I felt his throbbing penis inside his tented britches push into my naked groin, my limp cock was forced against my stomach. My brow creased in concentration as I slowly and deliberately undid each button one at a time, finally the vest opened all the way to his waist and Gillard lent forward to allow me to remove the garment. His hot hands rested on my back and I felt his caresses. I knew to wait, to let him set the pace, before proceeding to undress him further. As his hands roamed over my soft smooth skin, his penis stiffened.

Intuitively I anticipated his reactions, as I rubbed my body gently against him, feeling his hands roam down my back and I arched my back when his fingers disappeared into my crack, then as he rubbed me there I pushed my hips forward and felt the huge tube of man meat push into my groin, I moaned softly, and it wasn't altogether contrived.

As his fingers left my ass, my breathing slowly returned to normal and I sat back down on Gillard's thighs and proceeded to unlace his silk shirt, which proved to be a difficult task. I frowned with concentrated as I unlaced the intricate web of silk and lace, finally managing to open his shirt to the waist, and just as madam Naomi had shown me I placed each of my palms flat on his hairy chest, where I could feel his heart pounding and pushed his shirt of his shoulders, never loosing contact with his skin. I leaned into him and let our naked torso touch as my hands traveled down his strong muscular arms and I slid his shirt off him. His hairy chest tickled me and I stifled a giggle as I leant back.

Once again Gillard's arms closed tightly around me. I rested my head on his powerful shoulders while his hands explored my naked back.

I whispered softly into his ear, "Am I pleasing you master?" I received only a grunt by way of an answer and I felt a twitch from his engorged cock beneath me. Daringly I opened my mouth and gently bit him on the ear lobe as I rubbed my overheated naked body against him, again I felt him twitch as he held me tightly. I knew that I had better slow down, else risk Gillard loosing control and thus displeasing Naomi.

I glanced across at Naomi and observed her seated, mouth slightly open, one hand caressing her large bosom and the other firmly implanted between her legs, she stared glassy eyed upon the visage before her.

Slowly I extricated myself from Gillard and bid him to stand, which he reluctantly did. Now his britches were tented so far forward that the very sight of it made me giggle, as Gillard reached down to adjusted himself. I gently grabbed hold of his wrist and pushed his hand away. "You are the master," I said, then through the soft material of his britches, I wrapped my fingers around him and gently adjusted his member so as it sat more comfortably.

Slowly I lowered myself to my knees, his member was now at eye level, and it was straining within the confines of his britches, I stared in wonderment as I deliberately arched my head all the way back so as I could see up into his eyes, and my expression changed from wonderment to a mischievous grin and I smiled sweetly at him.

Then just as I was about to reach out to undo his britches, Gillard groaned loudly suddenly he thrust his hips forward, grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face against his groin, at first I was confused but then I felt moist sensation against my cheek and I knew that he had cum. With my hand I reached out and rubbed his clothed cock as hard as I could and once again Gillard shuddered as yet more cum spilled into his britches.

I looked fearfully at Madam Naomi, fully expecting to be reprimanded, but Naomi had transcended this world, her eyes were rolled back in her head and she was moaning loudly, she was utterly lost within her own lust, her fingers moving feverishly between her lush black thighs.

Minutes later Naomi was able to breath normally again. She looked directly at the boy as she spoke, "I have employed many whores in twenty years, much more than any other house in the south, but never, never, have I seen one such as you little one, to make a man cum, and not an inexperienced man at that, without even touching his naked cock, is truly a wonderment," Naomi wore the largest grin as she said this.

"Wha- what should I do now?" I stammered, confused, not knowing what was next.

"Your master awaits his bath and worse, you have ruined his britches, you will surely be punished for that, boy you need to learn control over your lustful avarice, so continue, and prey as you proceed that your master does not beat you to severely for ye does not look to be up-for a prolonged beating," she said laughing.

I gulped as I looked up into Gillard's face but thankfully he was smiling. Still seated on my knees, I reached out and slowly unbuttoned his britches, which I then pulled downwards in an attempt to remove them, it was not an easy task as they were moist and sticky. As I lowered his britches they snagged on his erect member and I pulled harder still until suddenly his cock sprang out wetly from within his britches and slapped me in the face. Even though his cock was now somewhat deflated it was still formidable.

I lifted each of his legs one at a time to remove his britches. Suddenly inspired and in the hope of redeeming my self with the master for his ruined britches, I ran my hands along the back of his calves, slowly up to behind his knees and then to the underside of his buttocks, which were as hard as iron. I kneeled in a little closer and rested my cheek against his flaccid member, which at the instant of my touch began to harden. Cum dribbled from it onto my cheek.

Once again I looked up into his face and I smiled then with my index finger I scooped his cum from my cheek and held it to my mouth. I closed my eyes and slowly sucked my finger into my mouth, I heard Naomi sigh loudly, as I licked my finger clean. Then I reached out and licked the head of his uncut penis, pushing my tongue under the folds of skin until It was trapped between his bulbous head and the fore skin. Slowly I twisted my tongue until I completely circumnavigated the head, Gillard groaned appreciatively.

Slowly his cock stiffened and filled my mouth completely, while I proceeded to lap up every trace of his cum, first from his engorged cock, then from his huge balls and finally from the kinky black hairs at the root of his member. Only when he was completely clean of his juices did I stand up and like a small child clasp his huge black hand in mine and walk him towards the waiting claw foot iron bath.

Gillard climbed reluctantly into the bath and seated himself with his back to me. With a soft cotton-wash-cloth and sugar-soap I proceeded tenderly to wash every pore of his black-skin from his kinky black hair on top of his head to his toes. I climbed into the iron bath with him and as I scrubbed his legs clean, my narrow hips and butt swayed seductively before his eyes. While I cleaned his legs I sat myself neatly atop his raging member and let it slide out between by butt crease to sit harmlessly at the small of my back. Gillard seemed sensitive if not ticklish when I washed his toes, so after washing his feet thoroughly I proceeded to mouth each digit of his toes one at a time, I felt him rubbing his raging cock up and down my butt-crease, had it not been for Naomi warning he would surely have penetrated me and given me the fuck of my life.

Finally I finished washing him and bade him step out of the iron bath, and then I very gently dried him off, once again I sat myself astride his powerful thighs as I toweled his hair and face dry. Finally I reached his penis, I gently pulled the fore-skin back and dried him there also; it was becoming difficult to pull the skin back as his penis was hard.

All of a sudden I felt his hand on the back of my neck and he pushed my face down into his groin. I acquiesced willingly and opened my mouth to receive him. He pushed his cock through my lips and further until it stopped at the back of my throat. I was not inexperienced in this, as I let my throat muscles slowly relax until suddenly I felt the head of his cock pop into my gullet as he thrust all of himself into me. Once he was thus firmly established he commenced to fuck me hard. I felt his stiff cock almost leave my throat before once again plunging into the very depths of my gullet, his big black hairy balls slapped noisily onto my chin and my eyes watered freely as he fucked my face hard.

Just when I thought I could take no more and I would surely pass out, his cock grew larger within me and I felt a sudden hot squirt of liquid strike the back of my throat. Blast after blast of overheated cum squirted into me as Gillard groaned loudly, emptying his seed into me. I know not what compelled me, but I desperately wanted to taste him so with both my hands I pushed back hard until his penis with a wet plop, came from within my mouth, his next spurt hit me right between the eyes, and the next on the cheek and finally the last few squirts I managed to capture into my upturned mouth as I fed hungrily on his viscous juices.

Finally he stopped squirting, and I thoroughly licked him clean until not a trace of moisture was left. I collapsed my head exhausted onto his lap and rested, panting heavily from my endeavors.

Gillard recovered first and he easily lifted me by the armpits onto his lap, I mistakenly assumed his attentions were to be affectionate and I beamed up happily at him but I was sadly mistaken. He bent my naked rump over his lap and proceeded unannounced to spank me. Again and again his black hand came down painfully on my rapidly reddening and bruised buttocks, tears streamed down my face as I begged him, no more, no more, but yet he continued until finally he thrust me from his lap unto the hard wooden floor where I lay sobbing.

"You have ruined my best trousers slave, were it not for your inexperience I would have you flogged to within an inch of ye life," he growled angrily at me.

"Sorry, sorry master, it shall not happen again, please forgive me," I stammered.

"Enough," said Naomi, "Gillard you would do well to learn better control over your loins," she said.

"Aye madam, but thine slave is thy whore of satan, thou couldst make erect the dead," Gillard said grinning.

From deep down in her belly Naomi started to laugh, so contagious was it that I too cried and laughed simultaneously, Gillard laughed also.

And so the week progressed. My days are spent learning the many ways in which a slave-boy can please his master, while the evenings were dedicated to my attire and grooming. Naomi determined that I should appear most comely by Saturday night. The spanking I had received at the hands of Gillard proved to be a once only event, thereafter Naomi deemed it to risky to punish me physically, should I be permanently damaged which may reduce my value on the auction block, but that did not stop her from threatening to have me flogged, should I be disobedient. I learnt quickly from Naomi and her girls, the many ways in which to beguile a man, by touch, or just by my submissive demeanor. Naomi decree that I not be penetrated from behind, but all other parts of my body were used to teach me how to pleasure a man. Pleasing Madam Naomi was my sole delight in my simple existence as a slave.

At first Naomi had intended to choreograph a stage show especially for the boy, but after having witnessed the unrehearsed performance, with Gillard, Naomi reconsidered her plan. It became obvious to her, that the boy's greatest asset was his innocence and that his best performances were in the process of discovery. She had no doubt that the child loved her, and occasionally this knowledge struck a chord of guilt deep within her maternal instincts, but Naomi was determined not to let her feelings for the boy get in the way, for she bade herself not forget the purpose of this child, and of course there was also the matter of his lawful owner, Sam Ambroise.

The challenge was how best to show potential buyers the boy's ample treasures, without actually ruining them in the process, effectively destroying what makes the boy valuable, his innocence. This dilemma plagued Naomi.

The very first day after the slaver trader Sam Ambroise, had left the boy with her, she had examined him closely and while she found traces of him having been used by men, Naomi knew there were things that she could do to mask that evidence, and this she resolved to do as soon as possible. To all practical purposes the boy was a virgin. It was imperative to Naomi that the boy remain, during the performance which she planned, undamaged. Also it was apparent to her that the boy would do considerably better if he not be rehearsed, as his best performance would come naturally.

Contrast! that was the word that kept repeating into her mind as Naomi sat in her parlor and planned his future, she closed her eyes and remembered that day with Gillard, she tried to remember exactly what had inflamed her desires as she sat watching Gillard and the boy, yet again the word CONTRAST, the boy is beautiful, his hair color, his eyes and that glorious skin, so pale as to be almost translucent. His sing song adolescent voice, not yet mature. His vulnerability, so easily broken in the large black hands of Gillard, that was the appeal she decided.

Even when compared to most teenage white boys he would have stood apart his beauty was such, but how best to use his this to enhance his sale value. Naomi pondered this question the next day as she walked with the boy through the local bazaar. Dressed as he was, naked to the waist and wore only a thin gold chain around his middle, for britches he had on baggy pantaloons that fell just short of his skinny ankles, on his feet he wore thin leather sandals. As they walked along the boulevarde, every eye, black or white stopped and watched them pass. Naomi had clasped a thin black choker around his slender throat, this was the trade mark of Chez Naomi and all her slaves wore them, it looked unnaturally appealing on the white boy.

There is no doubt that the boy needed to be outdoors, the sunshine would do him good but Naomi also had an ulterior motive, every man woman and child in Port Jerome knew about the auction scheduled on Saturday night, testament to this fact was that the inns and places of lodging were packed to the rafters with travelers, some rich and some relatively poor, all had arrived in Port Jerome hoping for an invitation or at the very least to catch a glimpse of the merchandize. So Naomi was parading the boy through the streets, the showman in madam Naomi, very much enjoyed the attention they received.

While strolled along I felt as if I were an animal on a leash, albeit I was not tethered even though Naomi had threatened to do just that, should I embarrass her. But none the less it felt very good to be outdoors. I noticed as we strolled along that people whom we passed stopped and stared at us and I began to feel self conscious attired only in pantaloons. Suddenly a man stood before us, blocking our way, a big man with deeply tanned skin, he was of a caste which I could not recognize, but later discovered to be Cuban.

"Mistress Naomi boa da manhã" (Good morning mistress Naomi), greeted the man in fluent Portuguese.

"Don Diego Torres! What a pleasant surprise to see you," replied Naomi, feigning surprise at meeting the swarthy Latino man. Madam Naomi held out her hand formally, for Don Diego to kiss, and with her other hand she dug her long fingernails into my arm, I realized that I had been staring at the stranger. Quickly I looked down at his feet and did my best to appear submissive.

"The pleasure Madam is all mine, and your compliments are much to kind," replied Don Diego Torres this time he spoke in the vernacular of Port Jerome.

And so for a while the two of them exchanged pleasantries, neither of them acknowledged my presence whileI stood staring at the pavement. Finally the Cuban looked upon me.

"And this be the boy, your special merchandise, for which you have written to me an invitation?" he asked, scrutinizing me.

"Aye it certainly is he," replied Naomi. "Lift your chin up boy, so as Don Diego Torres, may see your beautiful face."

I lifted my head and looked up at him, opening my eyes widely at the very last instant, this trick which madam Naomi taught to me, caused my pupils to become as small as a pin-prick as the bright light struck my eyes and it accentuated their colors. When our eyes met for the very first time the Cuban sucked in his breath and sighed.

"Magnífica uma criança" (A magnificent child), Diego said inadvertently slipping back into his native language.

"He has the face of an angel and the eyes of a devil," he continued.

Diego bent down and examined me closely, "Turn around boy so as I may see the rest of you."

I glanced at Naomi for approval and when she nodded her ascent, I slowly turned around. I could hear Don Diego sigh appreciatively as once again I stood facing him.

"Magnífica, the boy truly is so, and you say he is a virgin?" Don Diego asked curiously.

"Of this fact I cannot attest, but I suspect so, as there are no signs that the boy has been used in that way. However I cannot personally account for what has happened to the boy prior to me acquiring him."

"He is white, No?" asked Don Diego.

Naomi leaned closely towards Don Diego so as no other may overhear them speak and the two of them whispered secretly for some time.

"Aha I understand, and you have the legal papers to show this to be true?"

"Of course I do, would I Madam Naomi of Chez Naomi, be involved with the illegal sale of a slave?" she half heartedly admonished him.

"And this auction is necessary? I am prepared to buy the boy from you right here and now and for a fair price, I could pay you immediately and take the child with me and the matter would be concluded," suggested Don Diego hopefully.

"Regrettably it cannot be so Don Diego, Nothing would give me greater pleasure than to sell this lovely child to an old friend such as yourself, but unfortunately there are others to be considered, and it would be most unwise of me to disappoint them."

Don Diego Torres, feigned to be affronted, almost but not quite to the point of snubbing the madams private party. He once again looked upon the boy and decided that he must have the child even if it meant playing along with this stupid game, for he was not a patient man, however he felt the boy would be worthy of making an exception, so instead he smiled sweetly, bade Naomi a pleasant day and promised to be at Chez Naomi come Saturday night. Don Diego Torres gave the boy one last furtive glance, sighed, and strolled down the Rue Le-sard towards his hotel.

Naomi beamed, well that's one fish set upon the hook. Don Diego would pay a fortune for the boy, she could see it in his eyes, but no doubt he would have competition in that regards. Naomi had a definite spring to her stride as she led the boy across the bazaar towards Chez Naomi.

Saturday morning I was awoken early, the madam had ordered it so. I was given a light breakfast of lime fruit and sweet tea and then Miss Lucie, saw to my bath. Afterwards Miss Lucie, thoroughly cleaned and manicured both my finger and toe nails, trimming them all neatly. Then Jacob massaged my entire body with scented oils. Miss Lucie then washed my hair with raw peach extract.

At noon I was once again put to bed and ordered to sleep, Madam Naomi gave spooned into my mouth a foul potion which I immediately vomited onto the front of her gown, she slapped me hard and ordered me to drink again, this time I managed to keep it down. As the potion took hold weariness descended upon me and I fell into an easy sleep.

The next time I was awoken it was dark outside and the shades had been drawn. I was once again led to the claw foot iron bath, only this time something different and most unpleasant was done unto me. Using an array of clever hoses and no small effort on Jacob's behalf, warm water was forced up into my bum until I thought that I would burst if he did not stop. FinallyI was ordered to lay flat on my back, and the urge to purge my bowels was overwhelming but the warning expression on Miss Lucie face prevented me from doing so. Jacob rubbed my stomach for some time and then I was finally allowed to squat over the bed pan. In a loud wet rush I purged the foul liquid from within me, but much to my chagrin Jacob repeated the entire process a second time, after which I was once again bathed and dried.

My skin was moisturized and my hair brushed until it shone in the lamplight. Miss Lucie wove a golden laurel into my strawberry blond hair. Unlike the last time, she applied no facial make-up to me. I was given yet another potion, sweet tasting this time. Within minutes a warm glow spread through my body. As the potion took affect I became so alert that I could surrealistically see every little detail in the room and suddenly much to my surprise I had my first erection since having my balls cut out.

Miss Lucie dressed me in simple garb. Silk pantaloons and a heavy golden chain around my waist with a matching ankle bracelet. My feet were bare.

She continued to croon over me until finally Madam Naomi entered the room, "Is the boy ready?" she asked looking at me.

"Yes mam, he be ready both inside and out," Lucie laughed at her own joke.

"Stand up boy, so as I may see you better and turn around slowly the way I have shown you," she commanded.

The potion Lucie had given me was working its magic. Enticingly I rose up from the bed, my pupils completely dilated so that only the green could be seen in my eyes. I looked seductively into Naomi's dark brown eyes, my demeanor promising pleasures she could only dream of and as she put her hands to her bosom and sighed I gave her a cheeky grin at my accomplishment.

Naomi burst out laughing, "lordy child, I am tempted to bid for you myself, the man who buys you will surely visit paradise before this night is over"

Suddenly I remembered why I was being prepared, I was to be sold. Tonight would be my last night at Chez Naomi's and instantly my expression changed to sullen and a single fat tear rolled down my cheek. Naomi did not fail to read my demeanor correctly.

"Child, I cannot keep you, you know that, but I can try and help you. There are men here tonight who will bid for you for the sole purpose of using your body for their personal pleasure, I can assure most of them will not have your manifest best interest at heart, but some are worse than others for instance the Cuban will guarantee you a life free from all manual labor, bar his sexual whims, but he is becoming old and his needs are limited. There is a whoremonger from the Caribbean that wishes to buy you for but only one reason, and that is to sell your wares by the hour to the highest bidder, he is best avoided. Come with me child and I shall take you behind the heavy black curtains on the stage and I shall point out to you the men that are best avoided, do not waste your charms on these men, do you understand?"

I had heard what Madam Naomi said but I did not easily gather her meaning, as I was sexually overheating from the potion Miss Lucie had given me, the thought of countless men using my prone body for their every whim, seemed almost appealing. But none the less I nodded to her, and intoned that I understood.

Madam Naomi led me downstairs through her private passageway where we arrived at the outer edge of the stage unnoticed by all, save her staff. From behind the curtains we could see every person within the room, but naught could see us.

"The Cuban, he sits there in front, you recognize him don't you?" Naomi asked me and I nodded my head.

"The large black man with the beard, he is a Moor, he owns a string of brothels throughout the Caribbean, avoid setting him aflame with your charms."

"Over yonder, the yellow haired man, he is your second best choice for an owner. The man is a very influential cotton plante, he owns properties which stretch far to the north. The man's name is Victor Le-sade and he is inclined towards males; if he were to purchase you then you would be guaranteed an easy life with very few demands as all of his males are dandies to be sure."

Naomi continued to point people out to me as she described every man within the room who she considered had sufficient resources to bid on me. All in all there were thirty men in the room, but as Naomi pointed out, only four men would battle it out to purchase me.

Then suddenly it was time.

Naomi led me to the rear of the stage then she turned me around to face her, adjusting my garb carefully, she held my chin and she kissed me hard on the mouth, then the lights went out and there was an excited rustle from within the audience.

"Gentlemen, Gentlemen, please," The master of ceremonies called out from the side of the stage, as he waited for the audience to become silent. "Gentlemen tonight you have a once in a lifetime opportunity to purchase a rare treasure, Madam Naomi is proud to present for your consideration, Callum!"

Naomi put her hand in the small of my back and shoved me through the curtains whereupon I half stumbled walked out to the center of the stage. A second later the stage lights were uncovered and as my eyes adjusted to the bright lights there was a hushed silence from the audience as they looked upon me appreciatively. I tried to remember all which Naomi had taught me, but I couldn't recall, instead I simply stayed where I was and stared out blankly at the audience. Thirty pairs of eyes were scrutinizing my every move when suddenly a man in the front row began to applaud, then another joined him, soon the whole crowd was cheering and clapping, only then did I begin to relax and smile shyly at the men gathered before me.

Eventually the clapping died down and the master of ceremonies continued with his monologue. "Now gentlemen, have you ever seen a finer specimen in all your years of trading slaves?" he asked. Not one man in the audience disputed his claim so he continued. "Tonight for your pleasure Callum is going to perform for us. Now I need to point out that the boy is a virgin, further he is a eunuch, so his voice, his body and his charms can be enjoyed for many years to come and rest assured that your daughters will be safe," he added as an after thought, then someone in the audience called out, "maybe our daughters will be safe but how about our sons?", and the men burst into raunchy laughter.

"During the show tonight, you may call out your bid to our auctioneer, but only when the auctioneer's light is illuminated, the highest bidder after the reserve price has been met… and upon the light being extinguished, will decide if the show shall go on, or be stopped. If he decides to stop, bidding shall be resumed. This process will be repeated until no more bids are received, at which point the boy will be sold. Unsuccessful bidders may offer the interim owner compensation to allow the show to proceed and thus offset his costs. After the auction is concluded Chez Naomi shall provide alternative distractions which I am sure will be to your liking and up to our usual standard of entertainment."

He waited to see if there were questions, but the audience seemed to understand the rules, so with the flourish of his bejeweled hand he called out, "let the show begin"

Let the show begin? I didn't understand, Naomi hadn't said anything about a show, at least not to me. Then I heard the feint beat of drums and my heart started to beat faster, I sensed what lay in store as I looked about frantically for an escape, but it was not to be.

The drums grew steadily louder as my heart pounded in my chest, I felt blood pulsing through my veins, almost as if in tune with the drums. Suddenly three tall boys, all blacker than any slaves I had ever seen, appeared from behind the curtains, they looked to be around my age if not slightly older, all three were naked and their bodies had been oiled and glistened in the bright stage lights. Their heads were completely shaven and I could see every crease of their skulls. Slowly they danced around the stage until they had me surrounded; occasionally one of them would reach out and touch me, but just lightly. The tallest of them stood directly in front of me and he reached out and wove his fingers into my hair, winding the silken laurel through his fingers while another stroked my cheek and throat and yet another ran his hand down my back, causing me to shiver with anticipation. I looked frantically around for Naomi but she offered me no help. They appeared to be brothers, one older and two twins but I could not be completely certain of this fact.

The tall boy in front moved his strong hands over my body and I shivered as he grabbed my wrists and held them by my side, as I looked down I noticed all three of them were erect, the oldest and tallest boy had the largest penis of the three, but even the twins were both better endowed than I. As I looked round eyed at their penises I gulped audibly, the men in the audience heard me and laughed as the boy in front of me smiled; his teeth glistened white under the bright stage light.

Naomi grinned, her plan had been brilliant, she had promised the Cuban that no man would have the child, for she knew that would diminish his value considerably, rather the idea of three teenagers came to her, Naomi had personally sought out and purchased the boys, she resented the high price she had paid for the twins and older brother, but she knew that they were perfectly suited for her plan. The older brother was, 17 and the twins 15 years of age. What appealed to her was that they had the blackest skin Naomi had ever seen, almost Blue black, CONTRAST, the word sprang once again into her mind.

Naomi had personally overseen preparing the three boys for the auction, but it had not been too difficult to attain their complicity. Naomi had simply threatened to turn all three of them into eunuchs and suddenly as if transformed they bent enthusiastically to her every whim. Tonight Naomi was witnessing the fruits of her labors. Earlier that evening she had taken the three boys to Callum's room where he slept soundly, she uncovered his beautiful white body to them, and allowed them to touch him, all three of them did so and listened eagerly as she explained what she required from them, but just to be sure she had also given all three of the boys her secret potion, which had almost proved disastrous as Jacob had spent the afternoon keeping the boy's hands off each other, the twins had even sneaked back into Callum's room where she found them handling the sleeping child. She half heartedly admonished them as she cast them from the bed chamber and covered the child with the feather down.

The oldest brother reached out to touch the boy and the audience went berserk with anticipation as the white boy backed away from him, only to run into one of the twins waiting erect behind him; the boy jumped when he felt the black boy's pointy knob poke into his nether regions, and the audience roared with approval egging the black youths on.

Suddenly the stage lights were covered and the light over the auctioneer's podium illuminated. Instantly the men's hands flew in the air as they rushed to place their bids, within moments of starting the auction the reserve price of five thousand pounds was reached and the boy was on the market. The bidding proceeded furiously to six thousand and never once slowed as the light over the podium suddenly went out and then the master of ceremonies spoke. "The bidding has reached reserve, the interim owner has bid six thousand pounds, sir do you wish for the show to continue? If not we shall re-open the bidding."

The highest bidder happened to be the brothel owner from the Caribbean and he smiled lewdly at the master of ceremonies and gave him the thumbs up, "let the show continue then."

Suddenly the lights on the stage were uncovered and the three boys moved in on me. It seemed to me that their hands were no-where and everywhere at the same time. I could feel the boy behind me humping his erect penis up against the crack of my buttocks while the tallest boy who stood in front of me held my face within his huge hands as he kissed me hard on the mouth. The third boy reached over and grabbed hold of my wrist and guided it to his stiff shaft, instinctively I began to masturbate him.

The boy kissing me was at least a foot taller than I and he had to bend down as he pushed my lips open forcing his tongue inside me, he held my head tightly so as I could not resist. Eventually my body began to stir and I returned his kiss fervently, he seemed well practiced in kissing as he caressed my tongue knowingly.

A twin was incessantly sucking and licking at my throat, slowly bending down he moved his tongue behind me following the curve of my spine until he reached the crease of my bum. His powerful hands easily parted my pale cheeks as he pushed his tongue deep into the groove. I arched back in surprise and moaned into the boy's mouth while the boy behind me proceeded to push his tongue down into my hole. Once firmly established there he vigorously licked and sucked my asshole.

The second teenager, whom I had been masturbating, reached in between our sweat covered bodies and rubbed his hands over my chest, eventually finding my nipple which he squeezed painfully. I gasped as he pushed the larger boy aside and attacked my exposed chest with his teeth.

Naomi witnessed the child responding, she smiled as she glanced at the audience. Every last one of them watched mesmerized. Contrast she said to herself once again, the pale white skin cast in between the writhing black-as-coal bodies of the three older boys, beautiful. The twin behind the boy was sucking his asshole as if it were his mammy's tit, while his twin brother was doing much the same to the lads tortured nipples meanwhile their older brother had his tongue embedded in the boy's throat. The child was drowning in a writhing pool of black lust.

Suddenly, and almost telepathically the three brothers stood back from the overheated boy and the older brother turned Callum towards the audience. He reached down and very slowly lowered what remained of the boys ripped pantaloons and they fell in a puddle of silk around his slim white ankles, the audience sighed appreciatively. The boy stood naked save his gold waist chain and slim ankle bracelet.

The older boy placed his hand on the back of Callum's neck and forced the boy down so he was resting on his knees, where the child rested expectantly.

The three teenagers proceeded to dance provocatively around him, their penises moving to just inches from his face as they thrust their hips forward, each time a penis brushed against the beautiful boy's face, the audience gasped, but the teenagers continued to tease the boy, and pulled away before he could touch them.

I was on my knees, my entire body felt as if on fire, a bead of perspiration ran down the nape of my neck, the boys' penises danced provocatively before my eyes and as I reached out and tried to touch them they pulled away out of my reach. "Please!" I begged.

Finally the oldest teenager took pity on me and stopped with his long shaft right at my lips. Hungrily I opened my mouth and sucked his whole cock into me, as he thrust his hips forward, I tasted him for the first time, it was very different to any cock I had ever sucked before but I was not displeased. Then just as I was starting to get the rhythm of pleasuring him, he pulled his shaft from my lips and I cried out in disappointment. Once again they danced merrily around me, and one by one the others would stop and hungrily I would feed on their cocks.

This routine continued until all their shafts had been in my mouth and all three boys were painfully erect. The audience yelled out raunchily, but then suddenly the lights on the stage were covered and the light over the auctioneer's podium once again illuminated. The bidding was furious. Six thousand five hundred and then seven thousand and then finally it reached seven thousand five hundred pounds before the podium lights went out again.

On this occasion the highest bidder was the blond haired man, the dandy that preferred males to females. "Do you wish the show to stop sir," asked the auctioneer?

"Yes, stop the show," yelled out the Dandy.

"Well sir that is your choice but I am now compelled to open the bidding once more," and so he did. Quickly the bidding resumed and swiftly it reached eight thousand pounds before once again the podium went dark. This time the bidder was the privateer from the Asiatic region.

"Do you wish the show to continue?" asked the auctioneer.

"Off course," the man said, and once again the stage lights were uncovered and the show continued. In fact it had never stopped, while the bidding was going on, the boy had been furiously sucking on the teenagers' dicks, the lights came back on and the audience laughed at his enthusiasm.

All of a sudden the twin I was sucking grunted loudly and squirted his cum into my mouth, I hungrily swallowed his juices until he had no more to offer. No sooner had he finished than his twin brother rammed his engorged penis down my throat and thrust madly until he to came in my mouth and he gave out a wild animalistic scream, I hungrily gulped down his copious load and then opened my mouth expecting the last of the brothers to take me orally.

Unfortunately he had other things in mind.

He pushed me down almost all the way to the stage floor and he arranged me so as I was positioned on my hands and knees. I felt his hot hands on my butt cheeks and I shivered in anticipation. He spat on his fingers before poking them at my hole. Slowly he pushed his index finger forward and I screamed in pain, at first my body resisted, but then suddenly my it betrayed me and his finger entered me, whereupon he proceeded to push it in and out, in a fucking motion.

All of a sudden he withdrew his finger but then I felt his shaft at my hole. Never before in my life had I wanted so much to be taken. I thrust back impatiently but he held me firmly as he slowly pushed his cock hard up against my hole and I moaned with pleasure. I felt his slippery cock putting pressure on my hole, which had not as yet yielded but he kept the pressure on me and then suddenly my hole opened to accommodate him. Simultaneously we gasped as his long cock slid into me.

His shaft was not wide but it was very long and I felt every bump and lump on his cock as it passed through the outer muscles of my hole, as he continued to push in to me. Finally he was completely established within me and he rested, but only for a moment when suddenly I felt his hands grip my slender thighs as he began to thrust.

Slowly as his thrusts became more fervent I experienced a new sensation as his cock rubbed against something deep within me. I arched my back and my eyes opened wide in surprise and I looked down into the audience and moaned loudly. As his naked thighs slapped loudly against my buttocks I was lost to the world and he continued to fuck me hard from behind. A team of wild horses could not have stopped me from thrusting my hips back at him. Fucking me relentlessly as if he were a machine. My mouth was open and my eyes wide when all of a sudden one of the twins presented his cock to my upturned mouth, hungrily I took it between my lips and sucked it into my oral cavity. The two teenagers were thus fucking me in tandem; I was being taken from both ends. While second twin lay down flat on the stage and slid his head beneath me and I felt his mouth attach to my cock as he commenced sucking me.

With glazed eyes I look upon the audience, I could see the mutual lust on their faces while they cheered us on with bawdy comments and lewd gestures, but we on stage paid them no mind, as the three boys continued to ravish my overheated body with gusto, all four of us were rapidly approaching climax.

The older teenager who was energetically plowing my hole screamed a blood curdling cry as he spent himself deep inside my bowels at exactly the same time as the boy in front of me shot his load of cum into my throat, the volume of fluid so large that it caused me to gag. The sudden inundation of hot fluids in my throat and up my rear caused my own cock to explode and I filled the boy laying beneath me with clear fluid as I experienced my first orgasm since my balls had been removed. Then suddenly the stage lights were covered just as I collapsed exhausted on top of the teenager under me.

The light over the podium was hardly illuminated as the men waved their hands frantically and the auction recommenced. The bidding continued furiously unil only four bidders remained and then the podium light was extinguished and the first stage of the auction was brought to a conclusion, twenty thousand pounds.

Upon the stage curtains being drawn Jacob lifted me into his arms and spirited me back to my bed chamber. As Jacob bathed me I could hear the raucous laughter from downstairs, but Jacob was not distracted from his task and I was thoroughly washed and perfumed both inside and out. He brushed my hair and then he dressed me in similar garb to what I had been wearing on the stage. Finally Miss Lucie came into the room and inspected me and when finally she was satisfied with my appearance she led me by the hand downstairs and back into the crowded theatre.

During my absence a dispute had broken out and Naomi was trying desperately to calm the audience. "Gentlemen, please, calm down, I beg you be silent," she pleaded.

The audience responded with yet another round of disgruntled outbursts and then finally the noise subsided and the room fell silent. Only then did Miss Lucie lead me by the hand onto the center of the stage where I stood self consciously as I smiled shyly at each of the men Naomi had pointed out to me earlier.

"Gentleman, as it stands the highest bid of the evening is twenty thousand pounds, I am sure that this child is worthy every penny of that and more. Before I close this stage of the auction I would like to invite the four highest bidders for a private viewing of the slave, so as I can conclude this matter, for the rest of you gentlemen do no despair, I invite you to partake in the pleasures of Chez Naomi's," Naomi snapped her fingers and all of the girls filed onto the stage and began dancing to music which at that moment started to play. Naomi reached out and took me by the hand and led me from the stage through her private corridor to her personal quarters where momentarily we were accompanied by the Cuban, the Caribbean whore monger, the blond dandy and the Asian privateer.

Naomi was determined to squeeze every last pound from this this fortuitous situation. Chez Lounges had been positioned in a half circle around a plush cushion where I was seated cross legged facing them, Naomi sat behind me.

"Now gentlemen, would any of you care to privately examine the boy?" Naomi asked. All four of the men indicated that they were inclined to do so.

Naomi stood up and bade me follow her to her boudoir and she further instructed me to strip off my pantaloons, which I did without question. I stood naked clad only in my gold chain suspended loosely around my narrow waist my only other attire a small ankle bracelet dangling above my bare feet.

The first to examine me was the Asian privateer. He was very rough in his handling of me as he forced my mouth open and poked his greasy fingers inside my mouth, I was tempted to bite him but I managed to stifle the urge. After he was satisfied that my teeth were in good order he then reached down and grabbed hold of my cock and checked it for diseases, peeling my foreskin and examining the head of my penis carefully. He ordered me to bend over and touch my toes while he inserted his finger inside me, I gasped as he twisted the same finger he had in my mouth this way and that. Next he checked my legs and thighs, painfully squeezing muscles with his strong hands. Lastly he examined my feet. The single thing which he seemed displeased about was the small brand on my butt, which had been placed there by my master Sam Ambroise.

The Caribbean whore monger examination was not dissimilar to the privateer, except that he seemed less concerned with my brand. Naomi had assured me that he would have calculated his arithmetic and known exactly how many times he would have to sell my body to his customers before he recouped his investment. If he bid to high I would surely die from disease or exhaustion before he realized a profit. I despaired at the thought of this vial man being my Master. I decided that I would kill myself before I would suffer such a fate as a common street whore.

The Cuban was obsessed with the scar under my penis. He examined me closely checking my penis for any scars which may have resulted from having my balls cut out. Having found none, I was bent me over his lap and he inserted his finger inside me. As he twisted the finger I began to moan softly, he rubbed that special place within me and much to my surprise my penis stiffened as small amount of clear fluid leaked from my cock. Involuntarily I thrust my body onto his hand as my small cock erupted for the second time that night, at last he seemed satisfied.

The blond haired dandy's inspection seemed altogether percular, in that he was the only one who bade me speak. In a cultured and well educated voice he asked me whether I could sing, or perhaps play a musical instrument, I told him that I could indeed play the violin and he seemed very pleased to hear that. Further he asked me if I could read and write and I assured him that I could do that also. Then his faced softened as he asked if I would mind if he were to kiss me. It was the last thing I expected to hear and it caught me completely of guard, you see I had grown accustomed, as a slave does, to never being asked permission for anything, rather I had become used to being ordered to do others bidding. I realized that he was treating me as if I were a normal person, not a slave and I became emotional, suddenly tears began to roll down my cheeks and he completely misunderstood the reason when he soothed me and assured me that he wouldn't force me to kiss him.

Sobbing I replied "no you don't understand," but no matter how hard I tried I could not think of a way of articulating my thoughts clearly to him so instead I stopped trying and instead I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him passionately on the lips. As we embraced I felt his cock stiffen between us and I let my kiss linger upon his lips. Breathlessly he held me tightly and finally when we broke apart I asked him why he was interested to buy me. He looked at me closely for a while when suddenly he seemed to come to a decision and he replied. He informed me that he preferred male company over females, and therefore he knew he would never be married but he desperately wanted a son and heir. Intrigued I listened to his story and when he concluded, I despaired for him. He asked me if I were a mulatto and I assured him that I was not, rather my mother had been first generation Irish and my father third generation southern gentleman. I expounded my life story and explained why and how I had come to be in this place and he listened sympathetically, stopping me occasionally to ask a question or to clarify a point. He wanted to know about my father and as I told him about him he correctly judged the hatred in my eyes when he said, "Little one you are more than justified in your feelings, for I myself cannot reconcile caste of a man, who by means of trickery and deceit and for his own personal gain, could sell his son into slavery."

And thus he was stroking my hair and soothing me when suddenly Naomi gently knocked and then opened the door, "the others grow impatient, Monsieur, are you nearly finished?"

He looked at me and smiled, "I am far from finished madam but my business here is concluded. This child is not what I seek, so Madam I respectfully take my leave"

His words were as if daggers into my heart and all hope plummeted, for he was the only one I wished to be sold to, tears rolled unabashed down my cheeks as I stared pleadingly at him. His expression appeared sad but then conspiringly he winked slyly at me and then he was gone, and I was utterly confused.

Naomi instructed me to get dressed but to stay in her boudoir until business with the others was concluded. I could hear them speaking in the adjacent room but finally, exhausted I fell asleep on Naomi's bed.

I know not for how long I slept when Naomi shook me awake and led me sleepily through to the outer room where all but Cuban had left. I knew that my hope for a happy future was gone with the Dandy. "Child, you are now the property of Don Diego Torres, do you understand me?" she declared.

"Yes mam," I answered submissively as tears once again rolled down my cheeks, "I understand."

"Good," said Diego.

"As a gesture of good will, I have thrown into the deal your three little playmates, so child you shall not be lonely on your long journey to your new home," Naomi said.

"Soon they to shall be without balls, as you are little one," said Don Diego, for I do not wish them to breed my wenches and my caste to mix, unfortunate for the boys certainly, but alas this is the way of the world. But I promise you they will be properly cut, my cutters are the best in all of Cuba. The smaller two shall make excellent house slaves, the older one will be put to the fields.

I waited until he had finished speaking before I asked, "Excuse me master, may I speak?"

At first Don Diego seemed angry, but then he relaxed and said. "Ordinarily child I would say no, as I do not allow my slaves to address me less I request it, but seeing as how my money is yet to cross Madam Naomi's palm, it is up to her to decide," Diego declared arrogantly.

Naomi looked at me curiously for a moment and then replied "Speak your mind child, but be warned, you are now the property of Don Diego Torres and if he deems you to be disrespectful then there is nothing which I can do to protect you from his wrath."

"Yes mam – it's just that I would like to know what the future holds for me, is it alright for me to ask such a question?" I said looking down at my feet submissively so as not to offend Diego.

Diego considered my question before answering. "Your future holds nothing or everything child. It is of no concern to you…," he said harshly but then as he looked upon my crestfallen face he sighed and his voice softened a little before he continued. "You will be my personal slave until such time as I tire of using you, you will live in the big house and will be schooled in the ways of the manor. When not serving me you will be a playmate to my three younger daughters," as he mentioned his children he looked down at my empty groin and smiled, "I am sure that you represent no threat to them, and I am very sure that they will find you quite the novelty with your white skin and light hair. But when you are to old perhaps 16 then I will give you to the best of my breeding bucks to satisfy their needs whence times I do not wish them to breed, for you see I guard my caste very carefully and will not risk putting them to wenches which may become with child."

I listened wide eyed to the man who now controlled my future and despair descended upon me like a dark storm cloud.

So it was the very next morning I along with my three teenage companions had leg irons attached to our feet and we four were shackled together and led from Chez Naomi's for the very last time. The madam was unable to look me in the eye, as I pleaded with her to save me.

Diego reveled in parading his latest acquisitions through the streets of Port Jerome while we walked the two miles to where his ship was berthed at the dock. We stood and waited amongst hundreds of tethered black slaves, some were arriving for sale at the auctions, others having already been sold were awaiting transportation to their new homes. Two young white girls and their brother of about the same age noticed me, they appeared no older than I, strolled over and stood in front of me, watching me intently.

"Lordy, Davie look at this one he's almost white," said the older of the two sisters. I scowled at her, which did not go unnoticed by Diego's black overseer and he admonished me with a sharp smack across my buttocks with a bamboo cane and I winced with pain, but I bit into my lip to avoid giving the girl the satisfaction of seeing me cry out.

Encouraged by the overseer the three children stood watching me, they seemed to be taking great delight at my humiliation, "it be ok children, ye may look at him, he be only a worthless slave," said the overseer grinning from ear to ear.

The youngest of the three girls was fascinated at my nudity. "Davey, Davey, look it's a gelding he doest have any balls," she said giggling. "no balls, no balls," the three of them chanted, while I blushed scarlet with embarrassment.

Then it was time for us to board the ship and the overseer hurried us up the gang plank, as I climbed on board the ship I could hear the taunts of the three children on the dock. I turned around and I looked back upon Port Jerome, knowing that it would be the last time I would ever see my home's soil again, suddenly out of the corner of my eye I saw a man standing by the pillar he was watching me intently, it was the blond haired Dandy and he gave me a furtive wave as I turned and boarded the ship. If I had known that this would be the last time which I would see sunlight for many days, I would have hesitated longer, for slavers are not well renown for there luxurious accommodations, particularly below decks where the slaves dwell.

It was time to go down below for the long journey to the island of Cuba.

As we passed below top-deck-level I stumbled down the ladder towards the ships hold, suddenly a foul stench assaulted my nostrils a combination of male perspiration, urine and sex, and I gagged involuntarily. My eyes had not yet grown accustomed to the darkness so I was feeling my way along the wall when suddenly the Overseer pulled savagely on my neck chain and I was jerked forward. I tripped and fell down and I landed upon the legs of a row of tightly packed slaves, all of which were naked. They were chained to large metal ringlets secured to heavy planking on either side of the ships hold.

I struggled to regain my feet but black hands began groping my body, a hand found its way in between my legs, another was exploring my thighs and yet another had hold of my hair. I opened my mouth to scream for help but suddenly my face was pushed down onto a huge black cock and instead I gave out a strangled sound, almost vomiting when the shaft was forced deeply into my mouth. I could not breathe as its owner lifted my head up and down by my hair and as he plundered my throat I felt fingers penetrate me from behind and my eyes widened at the sudden intrusion. In only a few short minutes of being on this wretched ship I was being ravished.

Suddenly there was a loud whip-crack, followed by a scream of pain and then suddenly I was free. I wasted no time in scrambling to my feet. I tasted blood in my mouth from the man I had bitten as tried to rape my throat.

The Overseer hadn't as yet been able to ascertain the temperament of the white slave but already he hated him, as he hated all whites, slaves or not. The black Overseer looked forward to having a slave which he could vent his hatred upon, but he must be careful, his master had warned him should the child be harmed in any way then the overseer's life would be forfeit. So with much reluctance he had removed the blood stained whip from his wide leather belt and savagely lashed the slave holding the boy, until he cowered with his hands protecting his face, thus releasing the child. The boy got shakily to his feet and backed-up all the way to the ladder before coming up short on his chain and being jerked to a stop. The three black teenagers stood watching passively from the relatively safe distance that there chains afforded them.

He led the frightened boys past the long row of tethered slaves until finally he reached a small trapdoor at the very end of the corridor, near-to the bows of the ship. The small room was the anchor rope compartment and it was barely high enough for a man to stand up in, especially when all of the anchor rope had been stored. There was however, sufficient room for the four teenage boys to sleep. He pushed the boys into the compartment, leaned inside and padlocked their chain to a large anchor cleat. He pulled down hard on the padlock to make sure that it was secure. The light in the room shone through a small gap between the anchor rope leads and the deck above, it wasn't much light but it was a whole lot more light than the main hold, which was literally black. The Overseer smiled, while the ship remained tied up at the dock their accommodation wasn't to bad, but once the ship was underway and the ships bows ploughed deeply through the waves, conditions would be somewhat worse.

The overseer had eventually rescued me from being raped. His reluctance frightened me, for I knew that it was only his fear of our master that compelled him to do so. Afterwards he had led the four of us to a small compartment at the front of the ship where there was stored a very large rope which I guessed to be the anchor rope. When compared to the main hold it didn't seem too bad, the salty smell of the Hessian rope was infinitely more pleasurable to my senses than the foul stench that permutated throughout the main hold where the rest of the slaves were chained.

I looked closely at my traveling companions as if seeing them for the first time. Throughout the morning they had spoken softly amongst themselves and in a language I could neither speak nor fathom its meaning, but I took to be their native African language. I could not decide if in the fact the boys had ever had hair on their heads or not, as they appeared bald, I thought perhaps it was so in their tribe. They were all tall lean and muscular with good builds and strong legs. Looking upon the twins I could not tell them apart. Even their cocks were identical. The older brother was merely a larger version of the two smaller boys, except he had a solid brass earring through his right ear lobe which looked most appealing against his coal black skin. I decided to attempt to communicate with them.

"My name," I said slowly while looking at the older boy and pointing at my chest, "is C a l l u m," I sounded each syllable out slowly. As I looked at him inquisitively, waiting for a response, but none came, he did not understand me. I tried different ways of communicating with them but to no avail, they seemed perfectly happy to ignore me, so feeling very lonely I gave up trying and instead sat down on the coil of rope and rested my face in my hands and started to sob. I could hear the boys chatter amongst themselves, the twins seemed to be arguing with their older brother.

Then one of the twins came over and sat next to me, he placed his arm around my shoulder affectionately and he tried to sooth me. I looked up into his angelic face, and even though I knew he couldn't understand my words I thanked him none the less as slowly my tears subsided and we lay down together on the coil of rope and slept.

Later, the noises of a ship underway and the gentle rocking motion awoke me, looking up through the small hole in the ceiling I realized that it was dark outside So we must have sailed on the high tide. The weather was relatively calm as there was no violent movement in our small but cozy compartment. Slowly as my eyes adjusted to the dim light I panicked because I thought I was alone, but then I realized that my friend's skin was so dark as to be invisible in the low light within the small chamber. From the other side of the locker I could hear someone sigh softly and then a moan which was unmistakable and I realized much to my embarrassment that the boys were engaged in sex play. For a while I lay there and pretended to be asleep. I could see naught of what was happening only two foot from where I lay.

Suddenly a hand rested lightly upon my stomach and started to caress me, slowly the fingers traveled up and down my torso, finding my nipple and pinching it. I lay submissively on my back and enjoyed the experience, feeling the tension of the day start to ebb from my body, meanwhile his hand roamed unfettered over my body. There was a pause and then I felt his lips on my cheek, searching for my mouth, I turned my head slightly and parted my lips and was instantly rewarded as his tongue wove its way into my willing mouth and we kissed passionately.

I wanted the kiss to last forever and I resisted and tried to hold onto the boy as he slowly pulled away from me, then suddenly strong hands were lifting me up and turning me over onto my stomach seconds later I felt his hot body straddle me from behind. My naked front lay crushed on the rough Hessian rope and it tickled the skin on my thighs and stomach as he slowly began to massage my body as he slid up and down on top of me. I could feel his hot penis slide up through my thighs and then through the crack of my ass cheeks, it felt like a hot slippery eel and it left a moist trail of his pre-cum on my lower back. Suddenly I felt his fingers searching for my hole, when he found it he pushed ever so slowly until it opened up to him. He spat on his fingers and proceeded to slide them in and out of me until I was well lubricated.

And then his fingers left me, and once again he resumed sliding up and down my body, each time his penis caught in between my legs and then sprang up and slid through my ass crack, then slowly as my body started to react I pushed my hips up to match his thrust and then it happened, his cock caught on my hole and he pressed against me until suddenly with a pop the head entered me and we both let out a moan of pleasure. We rested for a while and then ever so slowly he pushed more and more of his hot cock inside me until eventually it bottomed out and I could feel his hot heavy balls resting on my bum, then he started to fuck me and we both moaned loudly as his pace quickened. We were both so horny that neither of us lasted very long, each time he hit that spot within me I thrust my hips back at him and eventually he lost all control and let out a scream of passion as he blasted his scalding load deep into my bowels. He lay atop me a while and we both rested, suddenly he was being pulled off me and no sooner did I feel the cool air on my naked back the another boy took his place and within minutes his hot cock was pumping inside me and he let his juice flow into me.

That's how pleasurably our first night at sea was spent, at times I sucked one boy while being fucked by another, it was no wonder that by morning I was neither hungry or thirsty as each of them had fucked me at least twice during the night and I was so full of their juices that it leaked out freely from in between my thighs. I soon discovered that my favorite position was on my back with my smooth white legs resting on his shoulders, his hands pulling me towards him by my thighs, as he thrust deeply into me, I moaned each time their cocks rubbed against my spot. I had my head arched way back over the edge of the coil of rope where I could take another boy's cock all the way into my throat, leaving room for the third boy to suck my cock and play with my nipples while he pressed heavily down onto my flat stomach.

Morning light found all four of us exhausted and sleeping. I lay with my head resting on the older brother's arm, meanwhile the twins muscular black legs were intertwined with my skinny white legs, holding my thighs invitingly apart while one arms lay protectively across my middle and another was wrapped around my limp shaft. Suddenly we were awoken by laughter and then as we opened our eyes a bucket of cold water was thrown upon us. The overseer stood grinning above us, from the angle we were looking up at him I could see he was aroused. He had opened the deck hatch to cast the water in on top of us. He continued to dump water on us until we were soaking wet and somewhat cleaner.

The hatch was left open for most of the morning and the sunlight and fresh air was a welcome relief from the stuffy conditions below deck. At noon stale bread and a goatskin bag of fresh water was thrown down to us. As we had not eaten since departing Madam Naomi's we all ate hungrily and we very nearly emptied the goatskin gourd of its contents. Being the smallest of the four I was the last to get my share but none the less I ate as if ravished.

Now that It was light I could clearly see every aspect of our little abode and it had some interesting features, for one thing there was a grate covering the floor, upon lifting it up I noticed that it was a drain that lead to the ships bilge, and I determined that it be a good place for my companions and myself to relieve ourselves so as we would not have to sleep in our own waste fluids. The other important feature was a small metal porthole, without thinking I immediately opened it up and was instantly rewarded with a face full of freezing cold sea water, each time the ship ploughed through troughs water poured in through the open port hole. It was unfortunate that we could not leave it open for fresh air however it would be useful for water to clean the compartment. By nature I am a very clean person and I endeavored to make our living quarters as clean and hygienic as possible under the circumstance, my teenage friends looked upon me as if I were insane as I washed down the rope and the floor.

Gradually as day drifted into night and then one day into the next we slowly got used to our routine on the ship. The overseer gave us food but once a day and we were given a new gourd of water every two days. As the ship moved farther out to sea the conditions became rough and our little compartment would shake and roll violently as the bows of the ship crashed through waves. Soon my traveling companions were sea-sick which made conditions very unpleasant for all of us. The only benefit to me was that the boys were to sick to want to have sex with me, so I was able to rest and recoup my energy, up until then they had fucked me almost non stop 24 hours a day and I was nearly dead from exhaustion. That's not to say I didn't enjoy it, but it was too much, at times they almost seemed to work in shifts, two would sleep while one would fuck me, other times one would sleep and two would fuck me.

Each day was a repeat of the previous day until our tenth day at sea when things changed dramatically. The overseer opened the trap door of our compartment and he unchained my three companions, leaving me all alone for the rest of the night. I did not see them again until morning but I heard their cries of anguish from up on deck and I guessed what was happening to them. The next morning they were brought back to our room and chained up again and when I saw their appearance my worst fears were realized. I managed to decipher from them that the crew had used them much in the same way as I had been previously used by Brutus and Nero. The twins were inconsolable in their grief, meanwhile their older brother sat motionless in the corner, when I tried to approach him he pushed me away viciously, all things considered he looked defeated and beaten down. I opened the porthole and collected as much salt water as I could, I then proceeded to wash the grime and scum of their bodies, soothing them as best I could by humming a melody that my nanny used to sing to me as a small child. All three of them had dried blood around their hole. I was shocked by the thoughtlessness of the men who had used them, no lubrication had been used as their virgin holes were ruthlessly plundered.

And so it was for the next three nights, each evening the Overseer would come for them and they were taken up on deck and used by the crew, in the morning they were returned battered, bloodied and completely exhausted. Every day that went past they become more despondent until eventually the three of them sat almost comatose and stared off into space, completely lost in their own tormented thoughts. The twins no longer cried and the older boy hardly ever spoke at all. My heart was filled with sadness and empathy for them.

The next night the Overseer did not come for them and the boys slept fitfully until morning. Mid morning he finally came to get them, which confused me as up until that moment he had only come during the night. I heard the unsettled murmurings of the slaves in the main hold as the trap door was closed and the boys escorted up to the main deck.

Finally around mid afternoon the overseer returned and I turned pale with fright as this time he unshackled me from the metal cleat block and then he led me through the main hold past the leering eyes of the chained slaves and up the ladder to the main deck. The bright sunlight blinded me as slowly the world above deck came into focus, and as it did I solely wished it hadn't. The sight that beheld my eyes made me weak at the knees. Tied up spread eagle across three rough wooden cargo crates, secured mid-ship and spaced equally on the main deck, were my three companions. But that is not what frightened me the most, rather it was the huge black man standing over them, tattoos covered almost every inch of his large frame, in his hand he held a curved knife which he was sharpening on a blood stone. He looked the fiercest person I have ever set eyes upon.

The overseer motioned me forward but I resisted, digging my heels into the wooden deck, but he simply lifted me under the arms and moved me forward until I was dropped onto my knees next to the middle packing crate which had my older friend tied upon it. As I looked around frantically I noticed for the first time Don Diego standing at the helm of the ship, I immediately lowered my eyes submissively.

"Ahh little one, I am very glad that you are here to witness this," he said as he descended the steps from the poop deck and approached me.

"Lift your face child so as I may look upon your beauty," he ordered.

I lifted my chin slowly and looked up into his face. Unlike us slaves ocean traveling seemed to agree with him as he was deeply tanned and had a healthy glow about him. His brow creased with worry as he examined me, he scowled and turned towards the overseer and spoke.

"The boy looks pale and he looks sick, have you been feeding him properly and has he had sufficient water for he appears in need of hydration," he said in a menacing tone, directing his anger at the man.

The overseer's eyes became round with fear and he stuttered badly as he replied. He assured Don Diego Torres that I had been fed once a day every day since leaving Port Jerome, and that I had plenty of water. There was a pause while Don Diego considered me and then he asked the Overseer to explain my sickly appearance. The Overseer, not being one to accept responsibility easily, quickly responded that maybe the African boys had been eating all the food and drinking all the water and leaving me to starve.

Diego looked doubtful when he asked me, "is this true lad?"

"No, they have given me my share," I said, "but I haven't been very hungry because I have been seasick," I lied.

For a short while he looked skeptical and it appeared as if Diego did not believe me, but then his face relaxed a little. "Well little one we shall move you to more suitable quarters and I personally shall make sure that you eat your food, I am not about to waste thirty thousand pounds on an emaciated and starving child," he said to no one in particular."

"But that is for later, this moment we have other business to attend to for the time has come for your traveling companions to be the same as you. I cannot risk them breeding with my wenches so their stones must go and it must be done before we reach my homeland. This man is Salvador he is a cutter from the Middle East that has cut may hundreds of slaves of all creeds. He will remove the boy's stones efficiently, and they will not die in the process."

Diego signaled to his cutter to commence the proceedings, as I looked on horrified.

The first to loose his balls would be the oldest of the teenagers.

His wrists were tied with leather straps to the top two corners of the packing crate, stretching his shoulders so as his arms were almost in a straight line. All of his middle-back lay upon the crate. His legs were secured by two long ropes that stretched all the way up to the yardarms in the ships rigging, his cock and balls vulnerable as his legs were stretched in what had to be a most painful position, up and out from his body. His balls and cock hung down below him and to my horror I saw beneath him a metal hearth, such as is used by black smiths. In the hearth rested red hot coals. The heat from the coals was rising up into the teenager's balls and cock, effectively heating them and causing them to sag.

I stood and stared as if in a hypnotic trance, my mouth fell open but no sound came out when I looked into my friend's eyes and saw the terror within. And then suddenly he screamed, quickly a sailor pushed a gag into his mouth.

The Cutter had gathered a leather tie from his waist bag and arranged it into a slip knot, which he placed over his wrist. With his left hand he grabbed hold of the boy's ball bag and massaged it slowly, he could feel the little round orbs moving under his fingers, then suddenly he pulled hard on the sac and stretched it far from the teens body, that's when he screamed, but the cutter paid him no mind as he deftly slid the slip knot off his wrist and around the boy's ball-sac. He pushed the leather thong as far towards the teens groin as he could before he pulled the slip knot tight effectively cutting off the blood flow to the teens testicles. The boy's legs thrashed wildly but the yardarm held him firmly.

The Cutter rummaged around inside his tool belt until he found the implements he needed, the long curved knife he had already sharpened and it lay on the crate next to the boy, right in the boy's line of site. The cutter enjoyed this part, the anticipation, the boy knowing that soon he would never be a man, but rather a slave eunuch. Before he started cutting he checked to make sure that his branding iron was white hot and that his small cauldron of pitch was boiling and then he started.

Once again he pulled the boy's ball-sac down and away from his body, the boy jerked at his touch. His penis hung limp, curious thought the cutter to himself, some become erect and cum as he cuts them, others such as this one remain limp, he shook the thoughts from his mind as he concentrated on the business at hand. Slowly he massaged the two perfect orbs until they were either side of the small crease where Mother Nature had provided a neat line for him to cut into. The cutter reached for his knife, and he locked his eyes onto the boys, the boy was crying and his eyes pleaded for the cutter to stop, but the cutter simply smiled at him and then the knife went in.

The boy's eyes went wide and then rolled back into his head as the cutter pushed the knife expertly into his ball-sac and he pulled down hard on the handle, neatly splitting the ball sac in two halves. Now some cutters remove the balls next, but Salvador had his own technique, he liked to remove the entire ball-sac and leave the two orbs dangling, let the boy keep his balls for as long as possible he chuckled to himself. Slowly and meticulously he cut all the way around the leather thong and then with one flick of his powerful wrist the ball-sac was loose from the boy's body and he was able to pop the two orbs, still in their protective membrane out from the ball bag. He threw the ball bag onto the deck which was now covered with copious quantities of the boy's blood.

I watched horrified, when the knife went in I screamed out, "NO, STOP," and Diego cuffed me hard over the back of the head and bade me be silent. I ran over to the ships rail bent over double and vomited the contents of my stomach into the ocean behind me I could hear Diego and the sailors laugh at me. He ordered me back to him, he was determined that I should watch. As I approached Diego, the cutter threw my friends ball-sac onto the ships deck which ran red with blood. Instantly seagulls swept down from the rigging and fought over the fresh meat as they tore it to pieces and devoured it. Once again I was overcome with nausea and I ran to the ships rail and was sick all over again, this time there was nothing to bring up so I dry wretched.

Next the cutter pulled the boy's left ball all the way out, stretching the cord as far as it would go, then he pick up the red hot iron and with the short flat end he touched it onto the boy's cord and instantly it severed and the cord snapped audibly into the boy's groin where it promptly disappeared inside him, the end neatly cauterized. He then repeated the process on his other ball. He waited until the boy's eyes focused again, and then he looked him in the eye and smiled at him and with an evil expression on his face he laid the boy's two testicles on his stomach, where they slowly started to turn white. The boy lay staring at his severed testicles, tears streamed from his eyes. Suddenly a daring seagull swept down from the rigging, landed neatly on the boy's chest and much to the lad's horror plucked his testicle into his beak and flew back up into the rigging, a second bird was right behind the first and his other ball was soon also high up in the rigging.

I looked with disbelief at his balls laid on his flat stomach, then suddenly two horrid birds swept down landed on top of my friend, snapped up his balls and spirited them away into the rigging. I looked up just as the bird raised its head and let my friend's testicle slide down his gullet, where within minutes it would start to digest in his stomach juices.

Finally the cutter was ready to seal the wound and he picked up the blunt iron poker and pushed it into the boy's groin. The boys muffled screamed rebounded across the ship, his eyes rolled back in his head and he passed out in agony. It was easier when they were unconscious the cutter thought to himself as he continued to cauterize the wound. Finally when he had finished he applied a liberal coating of molten tar to the boy's wound. This would protect it from infection and eventually crust off completely, leaving very little scar tissue in its place.

The cutting had taken less than five minutes, but it seemed to me as if hours had gone by, when suddenly my friend was untied and carried unconscious to his quarters where he would eventually recover. Meanwhile the cutter moved in between the legs of one of the twins. Again he repeated the entire horrid process and once again my friend screamed with agony until he too finally passed out, and soon he to was a eunuch.

The last twin had watched intently as his two brothers had their stones cut out and much to his shame his penis was completely erect, though he could hardly understand why. When the cutters knife had slid effortlessly into his own ball-sac he arched his back high and squirted his juices all the way up to his chest, and when the cutter severed his first ball he came again and finally one more time when his last testicle fell to the ground. Like his two brothers his testicles were quickly devoured by sea birds, and I couldn't help but curse the wretched birds and I swore to myself that I would never again feed them bread crumbs. Then finally it was all over, but not before I feinted and fell to the ground unconscious.

And so it was that I lay blissfully unconscious that Diego personal slave bathed me, toweled me dry and lay me on the comfortable bed in the master's day cabin. And that is exactly where I was when suddenly I was thrown violently to the floor, the whole side of the cabin exploded before my very eyes. I climbed up onto my knees, disorientated from sleep and from the shock of being thrown about the cabin. I looked out through the hole in the cabin wall and as the smoke cleared and to my horror I saw another ship, a large ship, she was lying along side and her canons were blazing. Suddenly a cannonball crashed through the opening, it missed me by inches as it bounced crazily around the cabin finally tearing a whole through the passageway wall and exploding in the corridor.

All around me I could hear men screaming, men in pain, men shouting angrily, gun shots and cannon blasts. I crawled on my hands and knees into the master's cabin, it was deserted. The master's cabin faces the stern of the ship so I estimated that it should be safe from canon shot. I looked frantically about the room for a place to hide, and then I spotted the linen chest. Quickly I threw open the lid of the large chest and climbed inside. I pulled the lid down behind me and clamped my eyes shut and preyed that it would soon be over.

Much later the shooting finally stopped as did the canon fire, then for a long time there was no sound at all then suddenly I could hear sounds of men shuffling around on the deck above me, and yet others seemed to be searching the cabin, I clamped my eyes shut and preyed that I should remain concealed, when suddenly the lid of my chest opened.

"Well what we have got here?" asked a voice in clipped English accent. As I looked up at the pirate round eyed a huge hand reached in and grabbed hold of my shirt and hauled me out of the chest and dropped me painfully on my butt onto the hard planked deck.

"I'm just a worthless slave, please, please don't kill me!" I begged as pitifully as I could and I was being completely sincere.

"Oy Captain, I think I found your booty, come look!" shouted the sailor over his shoulder.

Moments later the Captain bounded into the room, I looked down at the floor as I was taught to, then he approached me and suddenly there was a hand under my chin lifting my face up, "Aye it be him," said the captain laughing.

I recognized the man instantly, the privateer from the orient, the man who had failed to buy me at Auction, He was the man I feared almost as much as the Moorish whoremonger, and once again I started to cry.

"He don't look to happy to see you Captain," said the sailor sarcastically, and he and the captain laughed.

"I think your right McFee, cain't hardly understand it though, is there something wrong with my breath, or maybe it be my perfume ain't to his liking," he joked.

"You may as well kill me now, I am never going to be your whore never do you hear me," I yelled angrily at him and I then kicked McFee hard in the shins and stood back wide eyed and terrified as he bounced around on one foot, grasping his shin in his hands and cursing me.

The Captain nearly collapsed laughing as he held me at arms length and away from his first mate. "Lively little brat ain't he"

Suddenly a voice at the door called out angrily, "That's enough, let the boy go, he's obviously frightened and you're only making it worse for him," I thought I recognized the voice.

I turned around and looked over my shoulder and who should be standing there, none other than Victor Le-Sard, the blond haired Dandy from Port Jerome. I stood staring wide eyed mouth open until all of a sudden I could contain my emotions no longer and I ran across the room into his open arms and we embraced.

We could have stayed like that for hours but we were interrupted by an all too familiar voice screaming angrily from the deck outside, Diego. "Le-Sard I will have you drawn and quartered for this you wretched pirate, you will die the most hideous death imaginable," he spat the words out vehemently.

Victor led me by the hand out through the shattered glass doors and we walked right up to Diego who was constrained by two privateers and Victor hit him hard in the face, shattering his nose. "Indeed it is you sir whom art the wretched one, and I can assure you that you are not in a position to threaten anyone, it is you who will die a cursed death, but not by my hand or by my friend Captain Lee, but rather at the hands of your own precious cargo, the human beings you have chained like animals below the decks of this stinking pig of a ship"

Diego shot daggers at me, and I cowered behind Victor, but he dragged me by the arm so as I was facing Diego once again. "Fear him not, little one, for he can do you no more harm, look upon his face for it is that of pure evil. He is a parasite on human kind and his death is not one you should grieve over but rather rejoice."

"Please sir, may I speak?" I asked Victor meekly.

"Callum, you have a voice, you always have and always will, you need not my permission nor anyone else's to speak your mind, though animals such as thee would make you believe so," he said nodding towards Diego.

"Please don't kill him Victor, he doesn't know any better I don't want you to kill him because of me, I couldn't stand that, please," I begged him.

Victor looked at me for the longest while, and then he spoke. "Callum you're a child an innocent, after all which has been done unto you, you can still find it within your heart to forgive these people?" he asked unbelievably.

"No I can't forgive them, but I can't condemn them either, for they know not what they do Victor. Mr Torres, sir. The people down below, my three friends, they are human beings, they're not animals, they're the same as you and I. You can't keep treating people like this they will hate you and want to hurt you and your family," I implored him to desist in his foul trade.

Torres looked upon me as if I were some kind of crazed lunatic. "You stupid child, don't you understand they is nothing but niggers, foul stinking niggers and every single one of them is an abomination to the lord and deserves to toil in slavery until they fall dead from exhaustion," then he spat at the floor in front of me.

A cold hand seized my heart as I stood and listened, despairing for all mankind, I knew that I did not posses the words with which to convince this evil man to desist his foul trafr. Instead I shrugged my shoulders and looked up at Victor. "Please sir I want to leave this ship now I don't want to ever see it or him again," I said pointing at Torres.

Victor looked down at me, "of course child," he picked me up under the arms and handed me over to McFee, "Take the boy to my cabin and put him to bed, I shall be along shortly."

McFee held me at arms length as if I were a wild animal, and Captain Lee burst out laughing as did Victor, "For pity's sake its only a boy. He won't bite you," said the captain.

"Little limb of Satan!" mumbled McFee as he carried me over his shoulder and we swung precariously on a rope across to the Galleon.

At first the slaves did not understand what was happening as they were released from the hold of the ship, they had rightly assumed that pirates had attacked the ship, but all that meant was that there would be a change of ownership, their lot had hardly improved, simply another owner that would terrorize and torture them until the day they died. Much to their surprise when they arrived on deck they beheld a beautiful sight, most of Torres men lay dead around them, killed in the battle but the few that remained including Torres himself were chained together and they sat wounded and despondent on the wooden deck.

The privateer selected three of the remaining sailors, a navigator, a sailing master and a deck hand. He told the leader of the slaves that they would need these three men to sail the ship so as they could reach their destination of Africa, but the others they could do with as they pleased.

Two hours later after having plundered all of Torres gold, Captain Lee boarded his own ship and the freed slaves stood and watched as the privateer Galleon sailed away leaving behind the hapless sailors and Diego Torres all of which sat tied securely to the mast. First they untied the older sailors one by one, and then they slashed their throats and threw their bodies overboard. The younger sailors were repeatedly raped and left chained below. They would later be sold when the ship reached Africa. Unfortunately Captain Lee had taken the two cabin boys with him, pity they thought, as Severus the younger was a beautiful boy and promised much reward to his master but the soft hearted man, LeSard considered them innocent of all crimes, pressed into service by Diego Torres

And then there was Diego.

The freed slaves wanted to kill him immediately, but the three teenagers stopped them from doing so as they had other plans for him,

As they grabbed hold of him the broken and defeated man wept like a baby and he pleaded for them to stop but to no avail.

First they stripped him naked exposing his manicured latin skin to the harsh sunlight the slaves laughed as his huge balls swung merrily below him as they strapped him spread eagle onto the packing crate.

The boys decided that there was no need for hot coals, but they did have a use for the poker, with one mighty shove they forced the metal rod all the way up Diego's manicured ass and he screamed in agony, but there was no need for a gag, the slaves did not mind the sounds of his tortured screams.

The twin pulled the iron rod almost all the way out of Diego ass, before shoving it back in, despite himself Diego 5 inch [12½ cm] cock became painfully erect, the slaves laughed hysterically both at the small size of his cock his humiliation.

The oldest teenager grabbed hold of Diego's huge balls and pulled them down until he screamed and begged for him to stop. He reached out and grabbed the curved knife and with one vicious slash he split Diego's ball-sac through the middle. With his fingers he probed inside Diego until he found his quarry and viciously he pulled his gigantic orb out into the sunlight and without any further ado severed the cord and held Diego ball up for all to see, as the crowd cheered. He repeated this process with his other ball and once again the crowd cheered. Finally he grabbed hold of Diego cock and with one slash severed it completely. The slaves laughed as they watched a hungry gannet pick up his cock from the deck and fly off with it. Then a whole flock of sea birds descended onto his balls and in seconds they too were devoured. Finally A burning hot iron was pushed against Diego gaping wound, it stopped the bleeding but infection would surely kill Diego if he lived that long.

And as they sailed towards Africa the sounds of Diego crying and begging could be heard above the wind, he was strapped face down over the railing of the ship and one after the other black slave buggered him. Somewhere of the coast of Madagascar the freed slaves tossed him overboard where a school of hungry sharks wasted no time in devouring his tenderized sperm filled body.

Over the next two days I slept fitfully waking only occasionally before weariness overcame me and once again I descended into a dreadful sleep, my body racked by high fever causing me to experience hideous nightmares. When I finally had enough sleep and awoke proper we were once again in sight of land. Victor was sitting by my bedside, I was told later by Captain Lee that he had been there whole time I had slept, applying a cool wet wash-cloth to my fevered forehead while I tossed and turned and screamed and bawled like a baby.

Much later Victor bade me listen and he recounted the whole affair right from when he left me at the docks in Port Jerome. After the auction he had traveled to St Bridget where my papa's farm is located. Upon arrival he searched the church records until he found my mother's sister, my aunt, whereupon he requested a copy of my mother's birth certificate which deemed her to be 100 percent white. Then he visited the local sheriff, a man who was most fond of me and Victor produced the evidence of my sale to Diego by Madam Naomi as well as the papers which bore false testament to my caste and had been signed illegally by my father. When the sheriff did arrest my father he broke down and cried burdened as he was with guilt, whereupon he freely admitted to all his crimes. The magistrate being so disgusted with his actions that he sentenced my papa to twenty years hard labor. He ordered our property be sold and that the money be placed in trust for my sole benefit and a warrant was issued for the arrest of Don Diego Torres.

LeSard caught up with Sam Ambroise in Port Jerome, unfortunately he was not able to find a sympathetic sheriff in this town full of slavers and criminals, subsequently he took matters into his own hands. Hiring an old friend a free black man whom using much stealth and in the middle of the night did sneak up on Sam Ambroise camp and freed all of the male slaves, who thus filled with hatred for the despicable slave trader promptly murdered old Sam, Brutus and Nero in their sleep before departing hastily for the free northern states. So as Victor explained, justice was seen to be done on all counts. The only loose end was Hodge and fate had in fact stepped in on behalf of mother Justice. Hodge had been so drunk that he had fallen over in the boar pen, suddenly six large angry black boars set upon poor Hodge. Sometime during night with a huge boar atop his feeble frame and his face pushed into the mud he suffocated, but it mattered not to the boar fucking him, after all he was still warm for another hour, dead or alive.

So now my story is nearly ended. But I must explain about my own situation. My papa's property did indeed sell and Victor made sure it was for a handsome price. Now I am wealthy within my own right. Last fall I agreed to let Victor adopt me as his lawful son. We in fact have never had sex for as I have previously explained Victor prefers the company of men, not boys. We live as father and son on his huge cotton plantation down on the Santee. We do not have slaves but we have many hundreds of paid free black people working our property and all in all it's an excellent relationship. My dream for the future is that one day all men shall live as equals, and maybe it will be so as Victor tells me that a war is looming. As for me, I have fallen in love for the first time in my life, his name is Severus and he is a year older than I. He was a cabin boy aboard Diego Torres ship and now he works for us. We have a wonderful sexual relationship and he seems to not mind at all that I am a eunuch.

As for Madam Naomi, I have visited her numerous times since this matter was concluded. I cannot find it within my heart to condemn or blame Madam Naomi, as she is simply a woman trying to make ends meet in a harsh man's world and my affection towards her is entirely mutual. On my last visit to her house, Victor became angry with her when she had secretly slipped me a potion in my lemonade and was about to take advantage of me, when he arrived and rescued me. I sheepishly told him that I did not need rescuing, But Victor assured me that indeed I did and as he bent me over his knee and playfully spanked me, his hand was coming down on my pale buttocks perhaps a little harder than it should have been…

The End