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                       THE OVERSEER

                          Part I
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     Just sittin' in my rockin' chair thinkin' back 'bout
those young bucks I used to oversee on the plantation.
This was before the war, of course. Then the Goddam
Yankees came and screwed everything up really good
     My Daddy owned a large cotton plantation. I was born
in the big house, a mid-wife helped pop me out. Lived in
that house til I went to war. There was nothing to return
to. The Yanks had burned the mansion down.
     At six years old I had my own slave. He was six years
old too. He was called Atwood. Wasn't real uncommon for
plantation owners children to have their own playmate
slaves. Lots of times the slaves would grow up serving
their master all of their lives. Atwood stayed as my
servant until the war.
     Atwood was given to me at my sixth birthday party. He
had been bathed til he shined and was wearing clean
hand-me-downs my brother had cast away. He was led in just
after I had blown out the cake candles. He had flashing
eyes and a sense of awareness.
     "Ah's Atwood. Ah's your new slave and playmate.
You'se mah new master. What's yo' name?"
     "You call me Master Jason and I shall play with you
right after the party."
     Atwood was led away unceremoniously. Other than the
housekeepers, a nigger was allowed to stay only
momentarily in the main house living quarters. Another
gift I received was a small whip so I could control my
slave.
     After the party, I hurried to find Atwood who would
now stay with the servants. "Come on, Atwood. I want to
show you my fort."
     Atwood looked apprehensively at my whip. "You ain't
goin' to whup me, is you?"
     "Not unless you get real uppity. My Daddy tells me if
you get real uppity I can whip you all I want."
     "Ah won't get uppity, Master."
     Atwood followed me as I ran down the path to the log
cabin fort my Daddy had built for me. It was small, but
made from real logs and really looked like a fort. It had
a room below with a ladder to the roof where we could look
for imaginary Indians through the wall portholes. I would
shoot at them with two imaginary rifles. After firing I
would hand each rifle back to Atwood for reloading.
     Atwood and I played this game alot but one day our
imagine sagged and we climbed from the roof into the main
room wondering how we would kill time. A thought came to
me. I wondered what Atwoods butt looked like.
     "Atwood. I want to see your butt."
     "But Master.."
     "I want you to shuck down. My Daddy says
I can whup you if you get uppity.
     I giggled as I watched Atwood take off his clothes. I
stared at his hard little black peter then touched it. I
had him turn around and looked at his butt. I spread his
cheeks and looked at his asshole. I dropped my pants.
    "Here, Atwood you can look at me too."
     My little penis was also hard. Atwood put his hand on
it. It felt good.
    "Do it some more."
     Atwood continued.
     "Did it feel good when I touched yours?" I asked
Atwood.
     "Uh, Huh," Atwood nodded.
     "Then let me touch it again."
     Our sex play had started. We spent a lot of time in
the fort looking, examining and playing with each other in
our childish ways.
     Between the ages of thirteen and fourteen things
started to happen to my body. My dick started to grow. I
was seeing signs of fuzz in my crotch. My dick seemed to
be uncomfortably hard much of the time and every so often
in my sleep something would be happen and my bed would
be wet. Atwood was going through the same experience. Now,
when Atwood and I fondled each other, our touching seemed
intensly stronger. We learned how to jack each other off.
     Several years later, one day when I was lonely I
decided to do a little cat fish fishin'. Dug up  a bunch
of worms and headed to the creek. Came upon a white friend
of mine. My friend had his young slave with him. Neither
heard my approach. My friend had his pants down. His was
pushing his slaves head into his crotch.
     "Hey! Whatcha doin'?"
     "Gettin' my cock sucked. Come and watch."
     I moved in very close. This was fascinating. I
dropped to my knees and put my head to about six inches to
where the action was. I had to have a real close view. I
watched as the slave opened his mouth and slid his masters
cock inside. He then took it out and licked it, like it
was an ice cream cone, his tongue moving around, over and
under the head. Really lapping. My friend started to moan,
he pulled his dick out of the niggers mouth and started to
furiously pull it. The nigger stayed in front of him with
his mouth open. Cum shot from the white boys dick
into his slaves mouth. The slave swallowed, waited til his
master was done pumping, then licked off the white stuff
that remained on his dick. My friend held out his hand
which was also wet with cum. The slave licked his palm and
all his fingers.
     "Want to do it?" my friend asked? I was hard as a
rock but too shy to drop my pants and be touched by just
any nigger. I really wanted to but shook my head. I could
hardly wait to find Atwood. I would try it with him.
     We were outgrowning the small fort, but it was still
useful for our purpose. I took Atwood up the next day for
more jackoff and peter play. Atwood didn't know I had new
ideas.
 Both of our bodies had now developed into those of young
men. I looked at Atwood. Contours of muscle development
showed. Black hair surrounded his dick and balls. Fat from
his butt had had been replaced by muscular buns. He was a
fine looking buck. One regret, his peter was bigger than
mine.
      I stood still as Atwoods black hand felt and played
with my balls, tickled my tip, and pulled my peter. I did
the same to him.  Atwood was down on his knees fondling
me. I moved my cock closer to his face.
     "I want you to put my cock in your mouth and suck on
it."
     "But Mass'ah, I've never done anything like that."
     "Put it in your mouth, Atwood."
     "But Mass'ah..."
     "Have I ever given you a real good whippin'"
     "No, suh, Mass'ah."
     "Then put my cock in your mouth."
     Atwood reluctantly moved towards my cock. I gripped
the back of his head and pulled it forward breaking what
resistance was left. Atwood pulled back my foreskin.
Testing, his tongue came out and gave my tip a quick lick.
He paused before trying it a second time. His next lick
was longer. His lips parted making somewhat of a round
"O". He slipped my tip inside the "O". I could feel the
warmness of his saliva lubricant. The roughness of his
tongue proceeded to cause intense, pleasurable, new
strange feelings. In a sense of frenzy, I pushed his head
farther against me, my cock slipping to the back of his
mouth and down his throat. Atwood gagged but did not push
me away.
     With automatic reflexes my hips started pushing back
and forth as I held his head in a firm grip. It seemed
like everything was spontaneous. The feelings was so
intense I could not stop.  An explosion of cum made me
feel I had momentarily lost my mind. Atwood removed his
mouth, my cum running from his lips.
     "Did that feel good, Massah'? Did I do it right?"

                          Part 2

     A treehouse is a boys realm. What a boy does in his
treehouse is no one's business but his own. My fort served
as my treehouse. Now I was older I used my fort for one
purpose only. Sex. Atwood was my usual guest.
    Since I had found the joys of Atwoods mouth, here was
the perfect private place to go to get jacked off and a
blow job. Atwood was becoming expert with his tongue.
     One day, I really had Atwood turned on. I had been
giving him a real slow hand job...extra slow. As one hand
slowly pumped his black dick, my other hand gently fondled
his balls. I would stop for a moment, then start again,
gently touching his sensitive private places, then resume,
slowly pulling his prick. Atwood was squirming
uncomfortably with his stored load. He was on the verge of
coming, but I wouldn't let him get it off. His body was
wiggling, his face contorted. I could see him flexing and
working every muscle possible to relieve his distress by
shooting his cum.
    "Oh, please, Massah', oh please make me come. Oh,
please, Massah'............ SUCK ME!"
    A look of horror came over Atwoods face when he
realized what he had blurted out. . Asking a white man to
suck his black cock? What had he said? He knew he would be
severly whipped.
    "Oh please, Suh', Ah didn't mean to say that. Honest I
 didn't."
     Anger surged over me. How could this slave think of
such a thing. I glared into his pleading eyes. I reached
for the whip and stood over him. His naked ebony body was
prone on the floor, his legs drawn up and spread. My eyes
passed down over his young rippling stomach muscles, and
then moved to his crotch. His black pouch held two, firm,
walnut size balls. His large erected prick stood hard and
throbbing. I stared with fixed eyes. I dropped my whip. I
knelt down. I was hypnotically being drawn closer to this
display of ready black male anatomy. I grasped him. I
pulled the skin of his dick back until it was tightly
stretched. Its head grew even larger. I grasped his balls.
In a uncontrollable trance, my mouth opened and my head
dropped down. His large throbbing muscle slipped into my
mouth being quickly lubricated with my saliva. My tongue
licked with uncontrollable frenzy. I pushed his prick to
the back of my mouth, far down my throat. The gush came.
The pumping and pumping of warm cum mixing with my saliva.
I swallowed and swallowed. My head blanketed his crotch
until his dick was limp. Even then I did not want to move
my mouth from of his soft, limp stem. I snapped out of it.
I drew up realizing what I had done.
    "Ah's sorry, Massah'. Ah's sorry," Atwood moaned.
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                           ****

     A feeling of utter guilt came over me. I had sucked a
dirty nigger slaves cock. Doing such a thing meant tar and
feathers and being run out of town. This was White peoples
punishment. I wanted to panic. I was angered. I wanted to
whip Atwood within an inch of his life, maybe even kill.
This was serious. I blamed Atwood. It was all his fault. I
yanked Atwood to his feet and slapped him. Atwood was wide
eyed. I grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him. "You
tell anybody about this and I will tie you up and
personally cut your balls off."
     "Ah's sorry, Massah". Ah's sorry," Atwood kept
repeating. "Don't whip me, Massah", please don't cut me."
My mind was spinning. My sexual arousal rose to match my
anger. I looked at the naked nigger standing scared and
helpless with his now limp ugly cock. I was really going
to show him who his Master was.. He was going to be sorry
for what he made me do.
    "Down on all fours."
     Atwood complied. I backed up and put my butt in his
face. "Lick it!"
     Atwood feared for his life. He grabbed my hips and
started rapidly moving his tongue up and down my crack.
"Inside!. Deeper!. Lick my asshole!." Atwoods hard tongue
splashing with saliva pushed firmly against my hole with
rapid circular motions.
     "Get it inside."
      Atwoods girating long tongue pressed inward. He
moved far up, his warm wet working tongue causing new
sensations.
    "In and out!. Keep doing it!."
     I finally pulled away. I had fondled myself
all of this time. I was hard as a rock.
    "Don't move Atwood."
     Atwood stayed on all fours.
     I walked around to his bare ass. "It's a sin to suck
a nigger," I thought. "But it's not a sin to fuck a
nigger. I spittled my cock. "Reach back and spread your
cheeks." Atwoods hands came back, grasped each cheek,
pulling them apart.
      "Wider."
       Atwood stretched them further. His black asshole
was in full view. I placed the head of my cock on his
target and pushed. Surprising, my dick easily slid in.
Atwood had a loose asshole. I wondered if all niggers had
loose assholes. I moved Atwoods legs wider then
repositioned my own legs. I grabbed Atwoods hips and
started to thrust. With anger, my dick drove in and out,
my hard snapping pelvis thrusts snapped his butt as I
rammed with all of my might. I came in his ass. My body
was sweating. I was breathing rapidly.
I clung to him until I felt I could move again. I stood,
put one foot against his dripping butt and pushed him
to the floor. Atwood rolled back and forth.
     "Oh, please, Massah'. Oh please!."
     I sat down spent and exhausted. I tried to clear my
brain. There had to be a way to silence Atwood so he would
never tell. I had to put a scare into him. I tied his
hands behind him. I ordered him to lie on his back and to
draw and spread his legs. doing. I removed a shoelace and
gripped his balls, pulling them downward. I took the
shoelace and wrapped it around its narrow area. Pulling
tight, I knotted the lace. His balls were squeezed
downward, tightly against his outside skin. They profiled
clearly. Two big, firm nuts.  Atwood looked on with wide
eyed apprehension.
    I reached to my side and removed my knife from its
leather sheath. I had just honed and polished it the night
before. I put the knife in front of Atwoods face.
     "I've changed my mind. I'm gonna cut your balls off
right now." I moved down to his crotch. Atwood became
hysterical, thrashing, screaming and pleading.
     "Oh, please, Massah' Jason, don't cut my balls off.
Don't cut me."
     I held the knife, slowly turning it in front of
Atwoods horror filled eyes. Atwood kept pleading.
     " Please, Massah. Please!".
     "Then you'll never tell anyone I sucked your black
dick?"
     "No, Massah'. Honest! I'll never tell. I'll be your
best slave ever. Oh, Lordy! Please don't cut my balls
off."
     "You'll never tell?"
     "I promise, Massah', never tell. Oh, please, put that
knife away. Oh, lordy!"
     I reinserted the knife in its sheath.
     "Thank you, Massah'. Oh, thank you!"
      Atwood sobbed loudly.
     "You'll never, never tell?"
     "No Suh. Never. Never!"
     I again became sexually aroused. I wanted Atwoods
asshole a second time. Since Atwood still wore his balls,
he was more than cooperative.
     He dropped on all fours, put his head to the ground
and poked his ass way out to receive me. As I pumped,
Atwood was saying, "Oh, Massah' that fells so good. Thank
you, Massah. Oh, Massah, don't stop. I'se here to serve
you, Massah'. Thank you so much Massah'."
      Finishing, Atwood licked my dick clean. I turned, he
spread my cheeks and again moved his tongue up my asshole.
I stood and let him do it to me for a long time..
      When I left the fort, Atwood was still muttering.
"I'se here to serve you, Massah'. I'll do anything for
you, Massah'. I'll please you in any way. I'se here to
serve you."
      Walking down the path, I now felt I could depend on
Atwood to never tell our secret.

                       THE OVERSEER

     Time moved fast at the plantation. I and Atwood were
now in our mid 20's. My daddy had made me a full time
overseer in the cotton fields. As was the custom,
dependable slaves could be made assistant overseers. I had
made Atwood my assistant.
     Atwood still catered to my sexual enjoyment, but
we were both now engaging in outside sexual activity,
sometimes together and sometimes singly.
     There were always young, second generation, husky
ebony male bodies to be used. We'd pick them out as they
worked in the fields. Lots only wore loin cloths that only
covered their dick and balls. We'd view them from atop of
our horses as they bent over exposing their ass while they
hoed cotton. Any that presented attractive butts, had
long, well shaped muscular legs and flowing biceps were
carefully eyed. We'd find which shanty they lived in and
take them to the barn during the evening hours. But, that
is another story.....
      Ours was one of the larger plantations. My daddy was
very wealthy. He insisted on only the very best slaves be
bought at the auctions. He let me do the buying.
     First, let me explain about our slaves. We bought
them to work. In Africa, before they were brought over on
the boats, they survived on roots and grub worms. Maybe
some raw or half cooked animal meat. They killed their
enemies with spears, clubs, or blow guns. The whippings we
give them is nothing to the ways they were treated if
captured, or the torture they performed on their
prisoners. As far as we whites are concerned, they are
animals in human form. No brains, but strong, usable
muscles.
     As like other buyers, I inspected the merchandise
before it was put in the block. The slaves were well
chained, some still wild as Brahman bulls. It was very
common for buyers to feel the slaves balls to make sure
they were getting a buck with a large enough set to
service the females and produce an abundance of little
"suckers". The other buyers paid no attention when
I'd pull back a foreskin and tickle a tip and watch a
young buck squirm as his black cock slowly grew into a
stiff, upward standing pole.
     "Hey, Jason! That boy's really got a big one."
     I'd grin and say, "Gotta make sure it'll go in real
deep so it'll sprout a bunch of new little bucks."
     I'd open the slaves butts, check their assholes,
supposedly for hemorrhoids. The new male arrivals could
really flex tight. Sometimes it took a lot of effort to
pry those black cheeks open.
     At auction time,  I always got my bid. Money was no
object. I'd head home with three or four slaves chained to
the buckboard and present them to my daddy. My daddy
always approved my pick. He always asked how I could find
such handsome ones.
    The new slaves would be taken away, staked down and
their training would start the next day, Atwood being in
charge.
     Watching Atwoods training was always exciting. He'd
bring a new slave in the barn cuffed hobbled and naked.
He'd snap his whip ordering the young black to follow
simple various commands. It was something like a lion
trainer in an arena. "Stand up. Sit down. Lie down, Roll
over. Atwoods whip would wrap around the slaves body if he
did not obey. I had ordered Atwood to only inflict welts,
not leave any permanent marks. I would want their bodies
Free from scars.
     Days later, after the initially subduing, Atwood
would start sexual obedience.
submit to his master. I'd always get a hard on watching.
     Up in the barns loft, Atwood had cleared away enough
hay bales to make a working area. He ordered a black boy
up the ladder. I watched his young naked ass as he climbed
the rungs with some hindrance from the hand cuffs and leg
shackles. Atwood followed with me being the last to climb.
     Atwood had built a crude stock with three holes. This
would hold the slaves head and hands, the rest of his body
being in a bent over position. However, Atwood had
preliminaries to take care of.
     He ordered the naked slave to the floor on his back.
Reaching in his pocket he pulled out a rabbit snare made
of flexible wire. Rabbit snares are made so the noose only
locks tighter when tugged. Atwood put the loop above the
young slaves balls and tightened. He allowed several
inches of slack and tied the remainder to an eye-hook
which had been screwed into the floor.  He was now secured
and ready for his first feel and peter pull.
      Atwood took the black dick, pulled back the
foreskin and started stroking. The peter started to grow.
The slave squirmed. He jerked, pulling the noose
tighter down on his balls, letting out a cry of pain.
     "Shut-up, said Atwood,."and don't you try to move no
mo'."
     The slave kept still. Atwood continued to knead his
balls, pump his dick and push his wet thumb over and
around the slaves pee hole.
     I watched, awaiting the cum. Black newcomers, fresh
off the boat, don't know how to jack off, or if they do,
it's completely taboo. This virgin buck must have a huge
load. Atwood kept stroking and fondling. The black
dick was at now at its max, swollen and throbbing. The
slave was squirming but keeping from pulling his anchored
balls tighter.
    Atwood kept pumping and playing until the buck let
out a startled cry, and tried to lift his crotch. The
snare pulled tighter on his balls. He came at the same
time, gushing and shooting. Gushing and shooting cum like
it was milk pouring out of a cows tit. It flew everywhere,
covering his body, running down his sides, making small
pools on the floor. Atwood grinned at me.
      "How was that, Massah'."
                          ***
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     Atwood untied the noose at the anchor ring, let the
slave roll around a bit then snapped his whip with a loud
crack, its tip raising dust on the floor by the slaves
side. Atwood undid the restraints on his hands.
     "Now yo' crawl over to that thing I build and put yo'
head and hands in those holes. Atwood snapped the whip
again. "Hurry!"
     The slave crawled across the floor and did as he was
told  Atwood slid down the top bar, securely locking his
hands and head in place. The slave was bent over, his butt
exposed and protruding for Atwoods complete pleasure. The
noose was still locked tightly around his balls, the
anchor wire swinging loose..
     Atwood reached for a can of lard, jammed his fingers
deep, swirled them, withdrawing two heavily coated
fingers. He spread the slaves cheeks and slapped his
fingers up and down against his asshole leaving the lube
around and in its black crevice. With another swirling
motion of his index finger he entered the slaves butt. The
slave yelled. Atwood grabbed the snare, and gave several
hard yanks as his finger continued to rapidly moved in and
out of the asshole, twisting and turning. Two fingers were
inserted. They easily slid all of the way into the
wiggling young black bottom.
     "Yessah," said Atwood. "Yo's gonna make a good butt
fuck. The Massah' will be pleased, but I'se going to
loosen you up mo'.  Atwood reached for and greased a ten
inch piece of broom stick. He put it against the black
hole, pushed slowly, sliding it in half way. The slave
cursed in African tribal language.
    "Yo's goin' to learn to like it," Atwood said, shoving
it up another two inches. "And yo's going to wear it til
yo' learn to suck my cock real good."
     He moved to the slaves head, held immobile in the
stocks. Dropping his pants, Atwood stroked his dick to
make sure it was at its hardest. "Now yo' open yo'
mouth. I's gonna put this big thing inside and yo's goin'
to start workin' your tongue fast as yo' can." The slave
kept his teeth clenched.
    "So yo's gittin' uppity?"
    Atwood returned to the slaves butt, angerly swirled
the broomstick in wide circles, grasped the snare, and
again jerked the slaves balls downward.
     "I's gonna continue til yo' open your mouth, nigger."
He gave two more jerks.
     Atwood moved to the slaves mouth. It had opened. He
shoved his cock inside, pushing further and further until
it caused gagging.
     I stayed until I saw Atwood shoot his creamy wad,
then I had to leave. I had to get ready for a business
trip to Durham. On my departure I kept wondering what else
Atwood could have done that I had missed.
    I was gone a week. When I got back, Atwood was very
much in command. Nothing had gone awry in the cotton
fields in my absence.
     "And, Massah' I got a present fo' you. I'll be right
back". Atwood returned leading one of my purchases, a boy
in his late teens. He was a light tan.
     "I trained him as a special gift just fo' you,
Massah'". He trained easy. His name is Ivory."
     Looking at Ivory's body, my dick instantly became
hard. I couldn't wait. Ivory followed me obediently as I
headed up the path to the log fort. We entered, I closed
the door. Ivory knew what to do. Atwood had really trained
him well.He shucked down immediately. I did not have to
order him.
      My eyes feasted on his beautiful ebony naked body.
He was new. He was fresh. He was all mine.
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                       THE END