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Plantation Temptation Part 4
"You mustn't put any weight on your leg for two months." Eric instructed Raphael. "We'll have the carpenter make you crutches. No weight, whatsoever. Do you understand? Otherwise everything will go wrong. If you obey, you'll be perfect again. Understood?"
"Yes, Master." Raphael grinned.
"And no work. None, until the cast comes off."
"Yes, Master."
Raphael went everywhere on his make-shift crutches, helped in the kitchen pealing fruit and potatoes, everything he could do sitting down until a week later Eric saw him from the library window on one crutch carrying a bucket with his free hand. He ran outside. "I told you no work, Raffy. What are you doing?"
"Sorry, Master. Tom made me. He said I been siting around long enough."
"Who's Tom? Where's Dongo?"
"My father, Master. He make me do the house work now. Dongo in the barn, Master."
"Find this Tom." Eric told Dongo. "Raphael's father, and tie him to the whipping post."
"Eric? What are you doing?" They were alone in the barn.
"He's been making Raffy work. I said no work for that boy or he'll end up a cripple."
"You don't whip someone for that, Master."
"Do as I say." Eric yelled. By the time Tom was tied to the post everyone within shouting distance had gathered, frightened. They all had seen the drunken Jackson whip Dongo. He'd whipped him until he was too tired to whip anymore trying to get the nigger to cry out, but Dongo stood motionless and silent the whole time.
Now Tom whimpered into the post, "Please, Master. I never disobey you again. I swear to god I won't. Please, Master." He cried.
Eric handed the whip to Dongo, a hard braided leather handle with a tassel of long leather strips at the end. "Strike him." Eric commanded. Dongo looked hard at Eric, a look that begged for mercy, a look that told him he would ruin his life here forever. Eric hissed like a hurricane, loud and clear, "Strike him!" The whip slashed over Tom's back. Tom moaned into the post, "Oh, shit." Dongo raised his arm again and the crack of another lash was heard.
Eric looked at the crowd, mostly men. "Stop. That's enough." He said feeling himself about to vomit but strangely aroused. He looked at the crowd; a few men had erections, then walked over to face Tom. "That was nothing compared to the pain your son endured for forty minutes on the bumpy ride to town with a broken leg. If you ever disobey me again I will sell you, and god knows where you will end up." Eric looked around. Everyone stood in absolute silence. "Take him down and put some aloe and oil on his back." Eric went to the side of the barn overlooking the river and clenched his jaw, but still the tears flowed.
After a few moments he heard, "Master?" It was Tom behind him. Eric shook his head and waved him off, but Tom came around. When he saw tears in Eric's eyes he fell to his knees and embraced them. "Please, Master. Forgive me. I never will disobey you again. Never ever. I swear it."
Eric wiped his eyes. "Get up." When Tom held his knees he repeated, "Get up. Don't kneel in front of me. Get up." When Tom rose Eric continued, "I broke my leg once too. If you give him time to heal properly he'll be as good as new, otherwise he'll limp all his life. Do you want that for him? He's a beautiful, strong boy. Don't cripple him."
Tom stared at the ground between them. "I do everything I can, Master, to help him for as long as you say so. I promise I do everything you say."
Dongo now stepped next to Eric and put his arm over his master's shoulder. When Eric looked up Dongo saw the tears in his eyes, took a rag from his back pocket and wiped the wet face. "Everybody's settling down now, Master, --"
"Don't call me master."
Dongo pulled him close and kissed the top of his head. "Don't cry, Puppy. Everybody's happy now." Tom looked at the two wide-eyed, so Dongo continued, "That's right, Tommy. Eric here is my little man, just like I'm his, and don't you go blabbing it around, or I'll give you a licking you'll never forget."
"No, Sir, Mr. Dongo."
Now Raffy came hopping up on his crutches. "Don't be mad at Tom, Master Sir. It didn't hurt much. He didn't mean nothing."
"You will stay in the big house, Raffy, helping Rena with sit down work in the kitchen and wherever else she needs you. We can set a bed up in the hall until you are well. Tell Bird or Mobu to bring your things to the house."
In the hut that Raffy shared with his family and another, the ten year old boy, Sammy, who slept in the same bed cried, "But Raffy, I'll miss you. Please don't go up to the big house."
"I got to, Sammy. The master says so. You can help me bring my stuff up." By the time they got to the house Sammy was in tears. Sammy plunged one foot, then the other in the bucket of water next to the door, wiped them off with the towel and then cleaned Raffy's one foot. Then they entered the house.
"What's wrong? Eric asked coming out of the library into the hall when he heard the boys. He had changed into a light silk shirt tied at the neck and thin linen pants, and had taken to wearing no underwear like the negroes on the estate. His cock pushed enticingly against the linen trousers.
"Sammy's going to miss me." Raffy whispered. "We sleep in the same bed, and he's my little buddy."
The word intrigued Eric. What did he mean by buddy? "Sit down and rest yourself, Raffy," Eric then approached the two. He studied the young boy leaning against the stairs next to the bench. Almost black eyes made Sam look mysterious. He tried to smile, his face open and innocent, but his sadness was too intense. He had a well developed torso for such a young thing. Eric pulled up the shirt, and Sam removed it.
Nice, firm nipples. When Eric rubbed them Sam smiled. "Turn around, Sammy." When Sammy did Eric ran his hands over the young bubble ass. "Nice," he said when Raffy grinned. Then he reached around and pulled at the string that held the boy's pants up. Sammy immediately let them fall to the floor. Stark naked the boy would be almost as beautiful as Raphael one day, Eric thought.
Eric spat into his hand and ran three fingers into the boy's hairless crack. Sammy at once reached behind and pulled his cheeks apart. "Does Raphael fuck his little Sammy in bed sometimes?" The boy nodded shyly. "And does Sammy like it?" When the boy nodded vigorously Eric poked a finger into the youngster's tight anus. Sammy gyrated on it and began to pant as Eric fingered his hole. "Turn around, Sammy."
When the boy did Eric first saw a huge grin on his face, and then the thick eight inch organ at almost full erection. He smiled. "And does Raphael like sucking your pretty cock?" When Sammy nodded again Eric said, "Well let him do it, then." Sam turned to Raphael who took the beautiful brown organ into his mouth, grabbed the round ass cheeks, jiggled them softly and then pulled Sammy right down his throat. Sam held his head and pumped a few times before letting Raffy up for air.
As the boys did this Eric unbuttoned his trousers and let out the huge white snake. Both Raphael and Samuel stared in amazement. "I ain't never seen a white one that big ever, and not many black ones either." Raffy said. "Except Dongo." He then took the gigantic white organ into his mouth and sucked it with total devotion. As he did Eric bent Sam over and three finger fucked the nice boy ass.
"Let's go into the library boys." Eric said, thinking of his uncle's prayer stool. Sammy picked up his pants and followed naked into the large wood paneled room. Raffy hopped on his crutches, his pants tenting out in front of him. Once in the library Eric stripped off his pants. Sammy took them and laid them over the desk as Eric sat on the leather couch and looked at Raffy standing on one leg. "There isn't going to be much for you except for sitting or lying on your back with your legs up in the air."
Raffy grinned. "That's sort of almost everything, Master. And I can kneel down. The plaster doesn't start until after my knee." Raffy got between his master's legs and sucked the thickening shaft.
"Call me Massa in here, OK?"
"Yes, Massa."
"Can I do that too, Massa?" Sammy pleaded as he watched Raphael throat the huge white beauty.
"Of course, little one. Come here." He spread his thighs wider and the two boys worked in tandem on the huge white shaft.
Suddenly the door opened. "Puppy --." Dongo saw the boys working on Eric and continued, "Oh. Sorry, Master." He backed up to leave the room.
"Come in, my beautiful nigger." Eric smiled.
"You look pretty busy, Master."
"Get in here right now, you big nigger and take off those clothes. I didn't have those fine trousers made for you so you could wear them all the time. Besides, I was just getting to know the boys a little better. I think we should put them in the front room upstairs until Raphael is completely healed. Come now and let me see my African king's beautiful organ."
Dongo unbuttoned his pants, stripped off his shirt and walked naked toward the group like a giant god. "Up here." Eric patted the couch. Dongo placed a foot on either side of him, leaned over him to steady himself on the couch's back. As be squatted over his master Eric said, "Look, my little ones, like ripe fruit hanging above our heads." He swayed the huge brown testicles with his hand and then sucked the giant cock head into his mouth. Raffy strained up to the testicles but could not reach them on his knees. As he struggled to his feet Eric said, No, boy. Stay where you are. Sammy, get up and lick my Dongo's balls." Sam stood and slurped one giant orb into his mouth, clamped down with his teeth and pulled the ball sack. Then he released it and took the other.
"Yeah," Dongo said. "Stretch my sack, boy. Yeah. Un, huh. Now open my ass with your tongue." Sam worked on Dongo's ass until Dongo squirmed and groaned. "Now get the oil from the bookshelf and grease my ass and the master's pole." Once Sam had done as he was told Dongo lowered himself until he felt Eric's glans, held in place by Sam's small hands, touch his anus. "Oh, baby, baby," he whispered into Eric's ear. "You make your Dongo so happy as a sucking baby."
Eric could feel what Raffy and Sam could see. The exquisite muscular ass descended proudly toward its prize. The beige anus swelled like a succulent mouth opening. Its pink interior opened, hungry for meat, and the anal lips slowly spread over the pink head of Eric's thick cock, caressing the meaty glans in a soft, gentle kiss. Up and down Dongo's ass lips played over the smooth white head; stroking, nuzzling, embracing with his anus the tip of the shaft he desired. This once proud and self-satisfied African king had found in a new world a new pleasure, a strong magic that he needed more than anything he ever imagined in his old world. He lived now to please his new master, the white cock of the man who owned him. He knew he would please this organ as long as he could. His own anus had begun to crave it. In his dreams he worshipped it like his African totems.
When he looked down at Eric, his master pulled his mouth to him. As their tongues danced together Dongo slid the eleven inch shaft deep into his body, letting out a sigh of such delight that Eric jabbed up into him. "My magnificent king," he whispered, "has finally found a spear that suits him."
Dongo raised himself half off the impaling shaft and squeezed it tenderly. "Master, I would die for you now. Even if you freed me you would be my master forever."
"Then let's do that." Eric said enigmatically. "Roll us onto the rug." Dongo clamped Eric to him and slid off the couch. On his back on the thick sheep skin, his legs in the air and his master deep in his ass he pulled his head from side to side. "You, Sammy, get between us and suck Dongo. Raffy, get your face in my ass." The boys worked on the men as Eric slow fucked his big slave who groaned and rotated over the pleasure rod pumping him with passion.
"Oh, Massa, you do make your Dongo happy." The big nigger grinned. Eric jabbed long and hard, and Dongo groaned louder with every thrust. "You never going to hurt your nigga, Baby. Gimme all the horse power you got. I been bred for generations to be ass poked. Oh, yes, I like you digging me as deep as you can. Do me good, white boy."
Eric thrust deep into the hard muscled ass. The hole widened open and pulled, like a mouth sucking on him. He curled down over Sam's head, whose mouth was clamped on Dongo's giant rod, and kissed his king. "You're going to make me want you forever, you big, black beauty."
"I hope so, Master, with all my ass and soul. Don't ever leave me, Puppy or my ass die of loneliness and me with it." Then he closed his eyes and laid his head back as Eric pumped him long and deep. "Go slow there, Sammy, or you going to get me shooting like a fire hose."
Sam held just the giant ripe glans in his mouth as Eric steadied himself on one hand and pulled at an ass cheek. "Get you dick in their, Raffy," he commanded.
"Master, Sir!" Raffy was shocked.
"Aren't you hard, Boy? Sucking my ass?"
"Oh, yes, Master. I'm dripping good and rich."
"Then oil my ass up and fuck me, Boy."
"Yes, Sir, Master Sir!" Raffy oiled his thick eight incher and touched it to Eric's pink pucker. "Oh, Master," he panted. "Is this OK?"
"It will be as soon as you get that sweet piece of black meat into me." Raffy pushed slowly into his master's waiting ass. When he felt it relax he slid right in to the bone. "That a boy. Now just hold it there and let me do the pumping." Eric slid back and forth, driving into his beautiful Dongo, and then sliding back out onto the hard, dripping, and ready to explode young chocolate rod up his ass.
"Oh, Master, I can't last long. You so sweet and tight." Raffy held Eric's hips and rode back and forth with him until he felt Eric ready to shoot, then he said, "Oh, yeah, Master. Let's go riding. Shoot that ass full of white seed like I going to do you with nigga juice." They worked on opposite thrusts now, each plowing the ass they owned as hard and deep as they could. "Oh, shit, Master. Here I go. Shiiiiiiittt." Raffy rapid-fired Eric's ass and then held him tight before slow pumping him full of cum.
As the slave exploded in him Eric thrust so hard he pushed Dongo across the rug, then held him and followed Raffy's slow pumping, filling Dongos ass full of sticky white cream. Over and over the two pumped the pulsing asses, satisfying the holes with cock meat. Dongo then took his hand and stroked his shaft. In a half minute he filled little Sammy's mouth with a flood. The boy gulped and gulped, squeezed and milked and milked until no more nectar came out of the giant black monster.
"Come here, Sammy." Raffy said and took Sam's cock between his lips. "May I, Master?" He asked.
"Do it." Eric panted, working his king's ass as Raffy sucked on Sam. Sam shot off in a second, and Dongo said, "Bring some of that load to me, Boy, when the little one's done. Want to see what he's got."
Raffy saved as much of the load he could, slipped out of Eric's ass and deposited it into Dongo's mouth. Dongo then kissed Eric, and they shared the hot young sperm between them.
"You just can't get enough, can you, Dongo?" Eric licked the sticky succulent lips of his prize nigger.
"Oh, Master," Dongo squirmed on the white shaft up his ass. "I was raised on man juice and mother's milk, taking all the biggest cocks and full, juiced up balls in the villages to make me strong and fit to be king. But I never did like it so much as now. You make me feel like I could conquer the world."
"Well, now you're going to conquer me. Tomorrow, after going into town, you're going to conquer me with that prize cock of yours."
"We do our best, Puppy, but ain't no sense in hurting your fine white ass." Dongo pushed Eric out on him and laid him on the rug next to himself. Eric laid with his legs in the air like Dongo, and the two boys went to work cleaning the two assholes that had just been creamed.
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