Taking the Power

 

Chapter 1

 

I lay in bed, thinking of how I came to this situation.  Around me, concerned faces looked on. Isaac, the head foreman, bent close and whispered his sorrow at my state. I knew he would be blaming himself for what had happened.  Josh brought in some iced tea and implored me to drink. Young Kiko wiped my brow every so often and held my hand.  I knew I was going to die, I had been here for 3 days and could feel the fever welling up again.  I closed my eyes and let my mind wonder back, year before year till I was home with my mother watching her baking bread in our warm kitchen.

 

I had just gone 15 years old, one of 6 brothers and sisters. Father had died the year before and Mother tried her best to keep us fed and with clothes on our back. Our smallholding had been sold, (or stolen as Mother said) but the proceeds were a pittance. Mother often sank into a chair and cried. She told me that she didn’t know what was going to become of us all. Soon she feared we would be cast out of our lodging and would live in the gutter.  I resolved to help, or at least take myself out of her burden.

 

I had been doing odd jobs around the village for a few years, especially at harvest time, but the pay was usually some food for my stomach. I resolved to go to Bristol and find work there, something that would pay in coins. So, one morning I gathered what clothes I possessed and without telling Mother, set off walking to Bristol.

 

For the next week, I spent my days knocking on shop doors asking for work. I tried many workshops too, but with one look, I was dismissed. They needed men not boys, someone who looked strong enough or had experience. I could read and write but of the world I knew nothing.

 

One day I was meandering around Temple Meads when I saw a man putting up posters. As he moved on, I went to read the proclamation.

 

LABOURERS WANTED. 5 YEARS INDENTURE. NEW SUGAR PLANTATION IN BAHAMAS. Apply TO Mr. Stevens, 6 temple square, Bristol.

 

I didn’t know where the Bahamas were, perhaps somewhere in the North of England, nor did I understand what an indenture was, but it I did know this was work and I wanted to be one of the first applicants.

 

Mr. Stevens explained to me that I would have to work for 5 years, after which I would be free to go wherever I liked. There was a big cash payment at the end of the 5^th year and the Bahamas were across the sea somewhere.

 

I assured him I was 16 years old, the minimum required and he gave me 10 shillings signing bonus and told me to report to his office in two weeks time, to embark for the Bahamas.

 

Ten shillings! I set off for home, fair jumping up and down at the prospect of a job and being able to help my mother. Early the next morning I walked into our parlour, my Mother startled and then upset over my absence. Quickly I ran through the events of the last week and crowned it with the news of going to the Bahamas. Of course she was welcome of the money, but sobbed uncontrollably at the thought I would be leaving. I reasoned that if I went to London or Plymouth, it would be the same thing. I was old enough to go out and make my way in the world, or so I thought.  After some time, she seemed to reconcile herself to the fact and did what she could to settle me with some clothes and necessary belongings. She had no idea where the Bahamas were, so thinking the worst tried to find the warmest clothes she could for me.

  

Two months later saw me on a newly established plantation in the Bahamas. There were a dozen or so other young men from England, many others from different countries in Europe. Over half the labour were slaves from countries in Africa. The owner was an English merchant, but he didn’t liver there and the running of the place was left to a Manager.

 

From the start, we all did the same work, there was no distinctions between indentured labour and the slaves. We ate the same foods and we slept in similar cabins in the same compound.  The work was hard, killing in fact, literally. The heat, humidity and shear hard work exhausted many of us. Sometimes I didn’t know how I survived.

 

Being a new plantation, much of the work was clearing undergrowth to make new land. Little of it was actually under cultivation. Discipline was strict and everyone got beatings for even minor infractions.  We made our friendships as we found them. Some perceived help to another man might bring back to you unasked assistance with some heavy burden.  It did not matter where the man came from, I could communicate no better with one indentured from Portugal or some unpronounceable place to the east of Europe than I could with a slave from Africa. Similarly, the slaves were from different places too and had just as much difficulty communicating with each other.

 

Over that first year, I became friends with many people, not necessarily those from my home country. These friendships became the rock that held to together and kept us going when times were extremely harsh.

 

Sometimes friendships were formed through unusual circumstances. One particular foreman was vindictive and enjoyed dishing out punishments. A penchant was to beat a slave and a white man together. Stripped naked, they would stand facing each other, with arms around each others neck. The Foreman would then lash them with a cane, first one, then the other and so on. The one getting beaten would be supported by the other. The one not getting beaten could feel the pain of the other as if it was himself. You could hear them whispering and urging each other to be strong and hold on tight so they did not fall. Finally when they both could take no more and crumpled to the floor, a satisfied Foreman would admonish us not to become the next. Strangely, more than once men beaten together like that become fast friends afterwards.

 

I was young and in my prime but I was not sexual. I of course knew the mechanics, being from a rural part of England, but females were absent in our location. There were lots of jokes about sex with men, but at that time I was completely naive and treated them as a joke. I laughed at the stupidity of the idea, it was as I thought then, an impossible notion. Occasionally some would poke fun at me and hint that there were things going on between friends, but I didn’t take notice. Besides, where was the time and energy to devote to such ideas?

 

One the third year a terrible storm hit the island. They called it a hurricane and it destroyed most of the buildings and all the planted crops. After the storm we tried to get things back to how they were, but somehow it was like starting from scratch again.  Three weeks after the storm, we were addressed by the Manager. He informed us that the owner had gone bankrupt, not only due to the storm but also some other ill founded business ventures. The slaves were to be kept until anything salvageable could be sold, then they would go to the block. Indentured labour would be given their contracts and were free to leave anytime they chose. But there would be no money given against the contracts, so most were virtually penniless.

 

Talk was there was good work to be had in the States of America. I found a ship headed to Savannah, having just saved a little more than the cost of the passage. Sure enough there were agents on the quays looking for new arrivals, telling of jobs all over the interior.  A man from Athens encourage me to go to the Newall plantation near that city where good money was paid for experienced labour and I should be able to get a position. The last of my savings went on the carriage to Athens and I walked a day after that to the plantation. I lied blatantly about my age and was hired immediately as a Foreman. I was just 18.

 

Chapter 2

 

There was no indenture on the Newall plantation, only slaves. I cared not where they came from and did the job as fair as I could. The place was not well run though, the owner was absent and the Manager liked his whiskey more than he like to farm. There was a constant shortage of everything we needed, and the land thereabouts was poor. After only a short time I knew why the Manager took to the whiskey.  The owner would invest no further and the returns paid for almost nothing. A miserable state and a miserable place.

 

I convinced myself I had to save money, not wanting to ever again be in a difficult situation and so stayed with the job, doing what I could to improve things. Then one day I was in Athens, finally buying a some new tools that we desperately needed.

 

I was talking with the ironmonger about the price when a gentleman tapped me on the shoulder.

 

“I would say sir, that you are from the West Country! Am I right?”

 

I looked my gentlemen up and down and could see immediately from his appearance that he was of some substance. Fine clothes, a walking cane and polished shoes. I had not seen the like in a long time.

 

“You are right sir” I answered. “South of Bristol in fact”.

 

“I knew it!” he beamed. “My family was originally from those parts and I remember my grandfather speaking something as you do.  My name is Rowe and I have an estate near Homer, north of here.  Would you care to take a drink with me Mr. Er?”

 

“Banks” I replied. “John Banks”

 

“Ah, Mr. Banks, would you care to take a walk with me and let me buy you a drink perhaps? I would like to know of where you came and what you are doing in these parts.”

 

We took a light meal and drink. I told him of my ordeals in the Bahamas and where I was employed now. When I mentioned Newall’s Plantation, I swear I saw his jaw drop a little. No sooner had I told him he offered me work with him.

 

“I have a large plantation and farms, Mr. Banks. Everything I do is run on the most modern scientific principles.”

 

It was a phrase I was to hear often. He invited me over to have a look for myself the week after and if I liked what I saw, which he was sure I would, there was a job at a wage I had only dreamed of.

 

He was not kidding about it being large. But I saw only a small portion as we rode about that afternoon. He on a beautiful white horse telling me with pride how he had developed the place. I was impressed that everything was clean and tidy, his workers doffed hats and shouted greetings. Laughing children ran along with us, trying to get his attention. I was heartened to see he was polite to all and threw small coins to the little ones.

 

………

 

Two years here and enjoy my work immensely. Even so, I still don’t know the extent of his land. It stretches over three valleys, a full days ride out. That is just the continuous land around the main house. His family have other holdings in many of the settlements about here.  The manager, Mr. Simpson has been here all his life serving the Rowe family. He was old and his job now was confined to the main office. Later I was told that since his wife past away the year before he himself had deteriorated quickly. So many of his duties were moved on to me as became the Overseer to the plantation. Under me are a series of Foremen who were based in a number of different farms. We grow many crops, for as Mr. Rowe would say, put all your eggs in one basket and your fortunes have gone if they fall. I had seen that already. In one valley we grew rice, another cotton. Another area was tobacco and crops.  Mr. Rowe I soon found out, was gone on business for months at a time. On his return there was always a crate containing something he had found.

 

“Now Mr. Banks, look what I have here. Lets see if we can make it grow in this part of the world.”

 

One time he brought some coffee bushes. They failed. Another time after a trip to Europe it was grape vines. They grew, but when we tried to make wine it was sour! He always brought with him books about the subject in hand which had to be studied to make sure we tended them properly, but perhaps due to climate or soil many were not well suited.

 

Mr. Rowe was a fair man and I worked hard for him. It was a long day, outside in the daytime seeing to the practical things and late at night in the office going over figures and such. When Mr. Rowe said his place was run on scientific lines, I found out this meant lots of planning, well in advance of the season. Everything was noted, timetables were made and I organised to implement them and report back.   The plantation was in state of continuous expansion. Each year more land was taken into cultivation, more slaves were bought, more houses constructed for the families. The Mill was made bigger, more chickens houses were built. Sometimes it was more like building a town, not just a question of growing crops.

 

 

Chapter 3

 

My chief help and right hand man in all this was Isaac. He was a giant of a man, black as the ace of spades. Strong as an ox and as gentle as a mouse.  As the Head Foreman, all my day to day plans were made with him. Not only was he a trusted worker, he became in time my best friend too.  On a regular basis I would be invited to his neat little house where his wife fed us royally. Afterwards we would sit on his porch and talk late into the night. I was there around once a week and it was my one time to relax and be at ease.  I valued it very much.

 

As my day involved riding around checking on progress, looking into problems, Isaac and I would try to make it for lunch somewhere if we were going to be in the same area. We had our quiet spots in various nooks of the estate and Isaac always had someone be sent there at a particular time with food prepared in the kitchen. We would eat and take an hour to rest afterwards, discussing problems of the day or if there were none, having a little nap.

 

……………..

 

Kiko wiped my brow, bringing me round once more. My mind wondered about, looking for the root of my downfall. This, perhaps, is where it began.

 

Isaac had two children and his wife was pregnant again. I was now 22 and had no wife, although somewhere in my mind there was a thought I should have by the time I was 25 or so. But to Isaac.

 

His wife had a hard time in labour and he told me, would never allow him to touch her for a month or so before the birth. I jokingly one time asked him if there were any other females that would accept him, but he said his wife would kill any woman that went with him first, and then kill him after. Knowing his wife, I doubt it was a complete joke.  He complained about his lack of sex. But it was water off a duck’s back to me, I knew nothing for all intents and purposes. True, from the Newall’s, I had once gone into Athens and went with some smelly whore, the experience telling me never to bother again. But that was it. An occasional wet dream or even less often, I used my hand. In such time I always had a guilt afterwards for some reason. I was not religious at all, but was never comfortable with the idea of abusing myself either. All in all, I kept questions and ideas of sex locked away in recesses of my mind.

 

One particular day we arranged to eat at a favourite spot. It was beautiful, just a nice breeze and not too hot. A youth brought up the food in wicker baskets riding a donkey. Nothing untoward happened at first, we ate our meal, talked about the work in hand and then looked forward to an hour laid in peace and quiet to let the food digest. Whoever brought up the lunch usually stayed until we had finished, cleaned up and went back to the kitchens.  He didn’t sit with us, but was welcome to eat anything we had left afterwards.  I found a nice spot and closed my eyes, letting my mind drift.

 

A short time later I had cause to turn on my side and opened my eyes briefly. A little away from me and a little higher up a small rise was Isaac. At first I noticed him and was about to return to my slumber when I realised that the youth was with him too. I opened my eyes once more and looked twice. The youth seemed to have his head to Isaac’s groin area. Not believing what my eyes first said, I propped myself up on an elbow to look better. Sure enough I plainly saw the youth’s head bobbing up and down on Isaac’s member. Actually I couldn’t believe what I was looking at. First the youth doing it and second, the size of Isaac’s member. He was truly a giant of a man and appeared to have all parts of his body to match.

 

Realisation and shock hit me and I quickly turned about to face the other way, giving no sign that I had seen them and I tried to dismiss all memory of the occasion.

 

Some days later we met at another location on the estate and I noticed the same youth as before brought up the lunch baskets. He was tall and slim, not what I would consider good looking but had a good shape that made him noticeable nonetheless.

 

Again after we had eaten, I decided to nap a little. But a thought niggled in my brain, wondering what Isaac might be doing. No longer able to contain my curiosity, I turned about and looked over towards them.  Isaac was leant against a big rock and the youth was on his knees between his legs. Isaac’s hands were on the youth’s head, rhythmically guiding it up and down. I said nothing and turned away.

 

Over the course of the next few weeks, several different young men brought our midday meal to wherever we had arranged to meet. Whenever I checked during our siesta, I found Isaac taking his pleasure.

 

I never spoke on this with him. Soon after his wife gave birth and I presumed he went back to sex with her again. I didn’t see him do anything with a youth again after that. But the thought preyed on my brain continually. Wondering exactly what they had been doing, how could it be possible that the big staff of his manhood could go inside what would be the small enclosure of a mouth. Not just go inside, but from where I spied from, simply disappear into the youth completely. It was not a physical possibility to my limited knowledge.

 

It was not too long in my visits to his house before I noticed his wife becoming big once more. He proudly told me that she was pregnant again with their fourth child. The months flew by and it seemed no time before Isaac was again complaining that she had banned him from any physical contact.

 

Chapter 4

 

About this time, Isaac came to see me for a personal talk.  There was a youth he said everyone was fond of, called Kiko. He was now of the age when he should be working but he couldn’t. He was useless at work Isaac explained. He was too puny to work in the fields, and he was the kind of youth who if you sent him to collect eggs would come back with them all broken. There was no way he could be put to good use around the farm.

 

I wondered where this was going. Normally after a probationary period, slaves who were judged to by too lazy or were rejected by other workers, were sold on. Mr. Rowe was a philanthropist and did not condone any form of corporal punishment. Kiko therefore would be sold.  But Isaac had a different idea.

 

“Now Mr. Simpson is getting on in years, even since you have been here I have seen there is more and more work for you to do.”

 

“Yes,” I agreed with that readily.

 

“This Kiko boy cannot do physical work but he has a gift.”

 

“What is it?” I asked, hoping he would come to the point rather more quickly.

 

“He can count” he said. “Not only count, he can tell you how many chickens live in the chicken house, how many eggs they lay a day, a week, a year even. And, he can read and write. Old Mrs. Simpson was real soft on him and showed him how. The kid has a gift that you could use Mr. Banks.”

 

“So what do you propose Isaac?”

 

“I think you should take him under your wing, let him do some of the routine counting and recording. I am sure he can do things like that and do it well too. I’m positive you will be able to rely on him Mr. Banks”

 

I already knew the answer to be honest. It was someone I had been wanting for quite a while.

 

So Kiko tagged along with me till he got to know the things I required. I had my own office in my personal quarters, so he became something of permanent fixture even to sleeping there. As always, Isaac was never wrong and he became a great help.

 

Some time after this, one day we had our usual lunch, this time with Kiko along. He kept his distance from Isaac and I, talking with the young man who had brought up our food.  For some reason I had forgotten all about the time of Isaac’s wife’s last pregnancy and immediately after lunch looked for a spot to take a rest. My mind was full of ideas about work and I didn’t fall asleep, much as though I wanted. I turned over and saw Kiko some way off was leaning against a tree, but with a strange expression staring up behind me. I followed his gaze to find Isaac being pleasured by the delivery youth. This time Isaac saw me look over and grinned back, not showing any sign of shame. I stared, like Kiko, unable to tear my eyes away. Suddenly Isaac’s eyes closed and his head tilted back. I noticed his thighs rise a little from the ground and his hands pressing the head of the youth down further. Moments later he looked back again and grinned, pushing off the youth who also turned and saw Kiko and I looking. He simply beamed at us, running his hand across his mouth as he rose up and started gathering up the food baskets for the return trip.

 

As soon as we had some privacy I asked Isaac what he thought he was doing. He looked at me in a surprised fashion.

 

“You know full well the wife is pregnant and you know I can’t touch her. A man has to have some relief or he would go crazy. What’s wrong getting a little pleasure?” he said rather exasperated 

 

“With a youth?” I shot back.

 

“Why not?” he shrugged. “They are only too pleased to do it, take my power.”

 

“What are you talking about, taking your power?”

 

“For the African man, his most powerful force is his juice. It can make the woman give life. Nothing more powerful than that. For a man to take it, you take the man’s power, you take his strength and it might make you more powerful too.”

 

“First time I heard that story” I said shaking my head thinking it was more African mumbo-jumbo.

 

“You think on it Mr. Banks. Got to be true. These boys know I need relief, they want my power, maybe they think it will make them strong just like me. Who knows? But I’m not complaining when I can’t get to my wife.”

 

With that he sauntered off to saddle up his horse.

 

After this occasion we didn’t have the opportunity to meet up again for over a week due to having some business way over in the next valley, a good 20 miles off. But something else happened that became a second nail in my coffin.

 

Each day thoughts of Isaac plagued my mind something awful. I could not make head or tail of it and the more I thought, the more my mind twisted in knots. Then one night after a long ride back from over Martin settlement way, I decided to take a soak in the tub to release some of the ache from the saddle. I used some swish smelling bath soap and settled back for a long hour soothing my body. As was happening more and more often I began to dwell on the sight of Isaac and the boy devouring his staff. My own stiffened and would not lie down. I declined the need to use my hand and annoyed decided  enough of the bath tub. Just as I rose, Kiko walked in and said hello. Caught displaying my hardness, I still had to exit the bath before I could get to my towel and wrap it away from sight.

 

“Anything I can do for you Mr. Banks?” enquired Kiko.

 

“No thanks” I replied, thinking to leave some instruction about loading notes for the rail head till tomorrow.

 

He took the few steps between us and his hand snaked between the folds of the towel and grabbed me.

 

I jumped at his touch. “What’s this?” I garbled out astonished.

 

I didn’t finish those couple of words though before Kiko was on his knees and his mouth enveloped the end of my staff.

 

“Kiko!” I stammered. But the word tailed off as a never before soft warmth swept up through my staff and disabled all my abilities.

 

The only sound I uttered was a gasp has the youth worked his mouth up and down. He looked up at me and our eyes met. I couldn’t keep his gaze and closed them, but immediately in my minds eye I had this picture again of Isaac being pleasured.

 

In what felt like just a couple of  seconds, my juice erupted in such a torrent I had never known before.  Kiko grunted and slurped harder, gulping it all down. My body shook and quivered till I felt I would fall over.

 

I gently pushed Kiko off and he stood up, licking his lips smiling.

 

“Thank you Mr. Banks. Any time I can be of help, just call me.”

 

He turned and left the room leaving me stunned and I collapsed into a nearby chair to gather my wits.

 

Retiring to bed, I had a bad night with my mind in a turmoil. How could I reconcile the wonderful feeling he had given me with the despicable act which had taken place. When I did sleep, Isaac was there in my dreams instead of Kiko.

 

From then on, I wondered if I was going mad. I had never drunk much before, but now I had a shot or two in the evening hoping it would give my mind some rest.  As it happened for a couple of weeks I only saw Isaac in the mornings before setting off, so slowly I began to push my demon visions out of my mind. Kiko too was so busy that he was never about when I had my soak in the tub. I fooled myself it was an aberration and would not happen again.

 

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Chapter 5

 

One day Isaac suggested we meet near the river at midday. But he also wasn’t sure he would be there as he was organising half dozen wagons to the rail head and didn’t know if he would be back in time, but would try.

 

I was late myself but found just some young man with our food. I racked my brains wondering if I had seen him before but couldn’t think. I asked and he told me he was newly brought from Macon. His name was Joshua. He was tall and well made although slim. All he wore was an oversized pair of raggedy shorts which were held together by a few threads, when all our people had better garments than that. I asked him if those were all he had and embarrassed he explained he had fallen in a muddy part of  the river back near the farm, so those were all he could find at short notice.

 

I laughed a little at his misfortune, but then coughed and almost choked.  My eyes caught the outline of his member beneath the fabric. What astonished me was that it appeared to be so long. Now I have seen naked men just about everyday since I set foot in the Bahamas and never thought too much about it. But Isaac was a revelation to me I knew that well. Now here was a young man with something that might be around the same length as Isaac. With Isaac you perhaps might have expected it seeing he was such a giant, but Joshua was a fraction of his size and therefore it appeared all the more outstanding.  Could it be true, how was I observing these things now and never before. My mind set off again disturbing my previous good mood.

Josh had a bright cheerful disposition and was bent on conversing with me as I ate. With Isaac not showing up, I allowed him to take what he fancied as there was more than enough. He greedily swooped on everything and thanked my kindness. Slowly his chirpy banter brought me back again and in good sorts decided to take a rest.

 

I lay back, playing with a grass stalk between my lips, contented in my own way. Josh also took advantage of not being sent back immediately and lolled on the ground close by.

 

I dozed in the warm sunshine, occasionally opening my eyes and looking around. I noticed Josh had his hand down the front of his tattered shorts scratching his groin. I thought nothing of it and snoozed more.  Later I looked again, his hand still there and moving now and again. My interest pricked, I watched him through half closed eyes not ten feet away. Slowly his shorts lifted along the leg till I could clearly see the end of his member pushing out below them.  My heart began to thump. I knew I should look away or get up and saddle my horse and return to the fields, but I became mesmerised watching.  His hand squeezed now and again, moving its position once or twice. I felt my throat go dry and desperately wanted to reach for the water can, but a part of me didn’t want to break the moment and disturb him.

 

He sighed heavily and looked over. I missed my chance and feigned sleeping. He turned back to look at the sky and pulled the twine holding up his shorts, allowing his hand full access. He reached in and pulled up his member to point to his chest.  My heart was pounding in my ears as I watched like a common Peeping Tom as Josh idly rubbed his long black staff with his fingers.  His play gradually turned to a grasping his manhood and slowly began to stroke up and down.

 

I had to break the spell, I could stand the tension no longer. I groaned and stretched as if waking, not at first looking at Josh to give him time to put himself in order. But when I sat up and turned, he was oblivious to me.  I felt somehow foolish. He was far into his thoughts and had not heard anything. I sat a while wondering what to do.  My eyes were riveted to his member and my mind a blank.  I knew from the Bahamas my own manhood compared well with my fellow Englishmen and other Europeans, but many of those from Africa put us all to shame. Josh was certainly in the long department and not much thicker than my own, but without the girth of Isaac.

 

I moved closer thinking to gently tap his shoulder and bring him too. But I hesitated, my eyes watching every slight movement he made. I meant to give him a shake, but shocked myself when my hand almost caressed his chest. He slowly opened his eyes and a broad grin moved over his face. He kept his hand on his staff and didn’t show me any mind.

 

“Mr. Banks” he said softly, “I was having a wonderful day dream” he explained looking directly at me.

 

“I can well see that Joshua”.  I tried to make light of the situation.  But my hand for some reason stayed on his chest. My eyes were dragged by some power away from his eyes back to his staff.

 

My throat had dried up and I felt hoarse. I couldn’t speak for what seemed a long time. Joshua finally said in his sleepy voice.

 

“I am big Mr. Banks?” He pushed it away at right angles to his body.

 

My throat rasped, “Yes you are Josh, exceedingly big. I have never seen anyone as big as you.”

 

Finally I tore away my eyes from it and looked to his face. He was staring at my crotch and suddenly I realised that I was painfully hard. He looked back to my face and smiled.

 

I said nothing, but he moved closer and his left hand reached for my groin. My voice left me as he sprung the buttons on my breeches and slipped his hand inside. I gulped at the air, it burned my throat and I stayed motionless. He reached further and with both hands, undid the waist and opened the flaps wide.  His hand free of the material found my staff and he pulled it up and out. 

 

“You too and a goodly size Mr. Banks”

 

“Thank you” I croaked stupidly.

 

Quick as a flash he spun around so that his face was on my thigh. He stroked me and I was powerless to stop him.

 

“May I? Mr. Banks, I would really like to”

 

I nodded, the only thing I was capable of.  Slowly his drew his hand up and down the staff, playing it like a child curious with a new toy. My body told me not to fight, it told me to enjoy and not try to stop him. He looked up to my face and smiled, then lifted up and dropped his mouth over the end.

 

The same feelings as with Kiko flooded back, this time even stronger as his tongue played gently all over. He pulled down my breeches further and used his tongue on my eggs. I quivered from head to toe.  He moved again, getting more comfortable so that he could use one hand on himself. With turning about, it was not far from my face and finally I could see him totally. One foot hooked the waist of his pants and shoved them completely off his legs leaving him fully naked before my eyes.

 

His head bobbed up and down and I watched in wonder as his lips mashed into my groin, totally engulfed. My body shook and quivered uncontrollably. This was an entirely new experience and I was somewhat fearful at extreme sensations that were showing themselves.

 

My attention was split between the actions of his mouth and watching his own hand run up and down his long staff.  As if reading my innermost thoughts, his hand reached over to mine and placed it in his stead. Instinctively I wrapped my fingers around and continued as he had done. I was thrilled in some way to touch another man. His member felt like it was on fire, felt like it was made from iron yet also too of silk. My hand ran up and down picking up speed as did his mouth in unison. I found myself thrusting my hips and he also impaling himself upon me. I twisted around slightly so that my other hand might touch his eggs and find out how they felt. I realised then that my voice had returned for I was groaning loudly. Hearing myself grunting like some common animal made me quiver even more until a tide of emotion swept over my body and I realised too late that my juice was ejaculating into Joshua’s mouth. He pressed closer and panted as I emptied myself, his hips began bucking into my hand. I moved faster and faster instinctively to help him find relief.  Suddenly he bucked wildly and an arc of juice sprang forth from his staff  and splashed over my chest. Once, twice and three times he bucked and sprayed, till groaning in pleasure he fell onto his back.

 

We both stayed as we were for some time. For me I didn’t think I had the energy to stand. Not until my breathing returned to something like normal did I try to move and pull up my breeches.  Josh stirred too, grabbing his shorts and slipping them on. I caught a glance at his soft staff, still of some considerable length, before it disappeared from view.

 

He tried to wipe away his juice from my chest, but I made light of it and told him not to worry. Surprisingly he was now more bright than ever and chatted away as he quickly gathered up everything and packed them into the panniers. Even more astonishing, he asked me directly if he could work in my house and be my servant. His excuse was it would get him a good pair of breeches and a nice shirt if I would employ him there. I saw no reason to take a house servant but he was persistent to the point where I was laughing at his reasoning. When I didn’t accept his offer, he told me if I was anyway dissatisfied, he would take himself back to the fields. He said he was not worried about that, as he had been a house servant before and guaranteed I would be happy.

 

I don’t know why, but I said yes. He whooped up and down and thanked me for my generosity.

 

“I like you Mr. Banks, you are a nice man” he said rather formally and then a little under his breath with a grin, “You have great power too!”

 

The last bit started my mind thinking again about what Isaac had said. Perhaps there was something in this after all.

 

…………….

 

 

Chapter 6

 

It was Mr. Rowe’s intention to start farming at the head of one of the valleys where the soil was rich. But the trouble was access as it would mean taking any harvest south a long way back to the main farm, and then west towards the rail head to Atlanta. He asked us to find a way easy enough for a fully laden wagon and team to go over the head of the valley and drop into the next where a trail headed south west towards Atlanta. If we could find a way over, it would save a day on every wagon trip. Of course Isaac and I new how to get over just man and horse, but thinking of a suitable way for a wagon was quite different. One day was to be spent finding a solution, so early one morning myself, Isaac and a young man called Fadel set off. Fadel lead a mule loaded with canes, so we could mark the way. Once we had marked it, we could think about sending out a gang to clear the rocks and make it good enough to drive a team over.

 

Both of us had our ideas of which way to go, but as we tried one and then another, we were stopped by obstacles too big when we thought of loaded teams. The lower climbs were fine, and Fadel set about hammering in a cane every so often as a marker. We decided to leave him and ride over to the other valley and look at it from that side and see if a different way presented itself.

 

We saw that it would be impossible from where we were headed but a mile or so to the north showed not only an easy way over the ridge but a clear way right down to the track which followed the river.  Satisfied at solving the problem, we set off back to find Fadel and get him on the right course.

 

At one point, Isaac said to me.

 

“You know John, (he called my by my first name whenever we were alone) I’m forewarning you, but I’m going to have that Fadel later today. Got a horn on watching him drive that hammer and it wont go away. Just so you know and you wont be getting any surprises and such”.  His tone was firm and begged no arguments.

 

I now knew what it was that Isaac needed and I would be a hypocrite to make any admonishments after what I had done with Kiko and Josh. My mind had done quite a few summersaults these last couple of weeks before admitting that to myself, plus with the help of a bottle or so of strong liquor. But I had and now my mind was settled and I was now happier for it.

 

“No mind with me Isaac, not in the least.” I think I actually surprised him.

 

Back to the other side of the summit and it was way after noon time. Finding Fadel again, we settled down and unpacked some basic eatables. We shared what we had brought, just enough to keep us going through the day. Being so hot, we found some shade for an hour or so of rest before finishing up our task when the day was a little cooler.

 

Propped against my saddle, I pulled down the peak of my hat and closed my eyes to the suns glare. Isaac and Fadel talked quietly to my right, mostly in a language I did not understand.  Fadel was not black, but a deep shade of coffee, in fact my sun worn arms and face were not that much different from him. But his short curly hair and almost black eyes did set us apart. He was one with no need of shaving, for there was not a hair to be seen on his body apart from his head. He laughed easily and worked hard, and was a popular choice for special work assignments with the Foremen.

 

I concentrated on shutting out their talk and dozing off. I succeeded for a while, till I heard Fadel coughing, rasping his throat and loudly spitting. Sounded like some food had gone down the wrong way. I pushed it from my mind and tried to ease back to a slumber. Then some sound pulled a chord in the back of my mind, one I was now recently become familiar with. Slowly I allowed one eye to open and then both to focus. Isaac was leant back against his saddle, pants off and Fadel was on his knees between his legs bent forward take that enormous shaft into his mouth. He was forcing himself down on it, and now and again retching as it went too far into his gullet.

 

Isaac was lifting his groin slightly has Fadel’s head dropped down, trying to coax more and more into him with each try. I marvelled at the sight, Isaac’s shaft was amazingly big both in girth and length. Then he stopped him, raising his knees up and pushing Fadel’s head further down. I watched his big pink tongue licking his eggs. Isaac lifted higher and his hand pushed Fadel’s head lower still. I heard Isaac rumble approval and he lifted his loins clean off the ground to give him better access. I looked on, becoming mesmerised. Slowly Isaac dropped his body back down inviting Fadel to work his tongue back up to his eggs and then take the shaft into his mouth once more.

 

I imagined this would be it, like the other occasions but it was not to be.  Isaac said something to Fadel and he rummaged into has saddle bag and handed Isaac something small. I saw it was a bottle as he screwed off the cap, tipping some of the contents onto Fadel’s hand. He wrapped his hand around his shaft and worked it up and down. He then poured some onto his own hand and had Fadel shake off his shorts. Once done he reached under him and appeared to be massaging his eggs, for where I was I could not see everything and had to guess what this might be.

 

They shared a little amusement between themselves, then Fadel straddled Isaac and began to sit down on his staff. Now it was me who stifled a cough of amazement. Isaac’s hand cupped his buttocks to steady him. Fadel appeared to be moving his lower body in a circular motion and whilst doing so, they kept murmuring to each other and grinning. Then Fadel stopped. He took a deep breath and nodded to Isaac. I wondered what these signals meant, but before I could decide, Fadel dropped his body down onto Isaac. I saw his face set and tighten and his eyes screw closed. Once down, they didn’t move a muscle for a minute till Fadel opened his eyes and started to grin.

 

With that, Isaac gently began to raise his loins up and down and Fadel slowly at first, began to match with opposite movements. Truly, I was astonished to see that enormous shaft appear and disappear into Fadel’s body. Had I not seen it with my own eyes, I would have bet money on the impossibility but here was the fact right in front of me.

 

I was fully awake now and truly in awe. My skin began to prickle and my throat dried, signs I had now become familiar with. As if my own member could see, it ached painfully in the now confined space of my pants. I reached down to adjust it as best I could, squeezing and kneading for some slight relief. 

 

They picked up speed, one moment grinning to each other, the next sucking breath sharply between their teeth and sighing noisily. One moment Fadel sat upright, the next Isaac pulled him down against his chest and lifted his knees for better purchase. As they stove faster, the slapping of loins and buttocks echoed against the rocks behind us, emphasising the deed taking place.

 

To be honest my surprise and shock was not what they were actually doing, but that Fadel showed no sign of pain and quite the opposite, was showing every sign of enjoying the situation thoroughly. This I found perplexing and would have scooted over to them for a better look if had the gall. I have to admit that one time in the bath tub when I was younger, out of curiosity I tried to push a finger into my hole and got a smart stab of pain for the trouble. So the idea of fitting Isaac’s enormous staff inside Fadel with barely a whimper and also with much pleasure left me scratching my head. But in fact I didn’t move a muscle, except that between my legs. I kept perfectly still so as not to disturb them and interrupt their pleasures.

 

As Isaac moved faster and faster it brought back to my mind the feeling I had with the mouth of Josh on my staff. I wondered if Isaac felt the same way now and I had a sudden longing to try it too. My daydream broke when Isaac began to grunt quite loudly and slam into Fadel. For his part, he noisily panted while trying to keep seated on my bucking friend. One final slam and Isaac froze, his powerful muscles quivering down the length of his arms and legs. Fadel groaned loudly once more and an explosion of juice erupted out of the end of his staff across the stomach and chest of Isaac.

 

Myself I was shaking too, built up with excitement and trying to keep from moving and not disturb them, I could feel my tense muscles quiver almost the same as Isaac’s. Then the tingling turned to cramp in my thigh giving a sharp stab of pain. There was no way I could keep still now and moved my legs while kneading my thighs trying to get them to relax.  I noticed that Fadel heard me and looked over. He smiled and said something quietly to Isaac. He turned his head around and looked my way. They were both grinning like children.

 

“Mr. Banks, you enjoy the view from there?” Isaac laughed. “Come over here, let me massage that leg of yours” he continued.  “Or perhaps Fadel might do better than I”

 

They both gave a chuckle.

 

“Come, Mr. Banks, don’t be shy”. He held out his arm, in case I needed help.

 

Grimacing, I shuffled over and Isaac’s big paw of a hand dug into my flesh. With the act of moving my position, the tenseness began to ease.

 

“Oh, that’s better, thanks” I said as the cramp subsided.

 

“Anything else needs a massage?” laughed Isaac as he made a grab for my still hard staff, which showed clearly down the leg of my pants.

 

He turned to Fadel, “I think I know why he got cramp, all the blood left his legs and went into his ‘little brother’ here” he laughed, while making a grab for it once more.

 

Fadel laughed as his eyes were set on my groin. I began to feel a little nervous and embarrassed.

 

“Perhaps he could do with a little help?” said Isaac. He turned to Fadel. “How about it?”

 

They were joking with me I knew, or so I thought.

 

“That wont be necessary Isaac” I said. My nervousness had quickly made my staff shrink to normal size again.

 

“You’re too shy for your own good, that’s the truth” laughed Isaac. “We could both run to another shot you know, not time for rushing around these hills just yet.”

 

They moved to part.  Fadel raising himself ever so slowly off of Isaac.  Just a couple of feet away, I gasped at the size of Isaac, this being the first time I had seen him close up. Slowly it eased out of Fadel.

 

“Doesn’t it hurt?” I asked, not able to contain myself any longer.

 

“Hurt? Why should it? Retorted Isaac. “Did it hurt Fadel?” he turned to ask.

 

“No sir, not a bit” he grinned.

 

Isaac’s still stiff member finally slipped out and made a slow arc towards his stomach. I felt myself surge to hardness again and it ached painfully.

 

“Falling off a horse hurts” said Fadel, “But this?” He squatted down on Isaac’s thighs and took hold of his staff. “This never, a man’s best friend I’d say.”

 

He ran his hand from the base to the end, bringing a pool of white juice flowing over the tip. His slipped over the top to catch it, and he sucked them into his mouth and exaggerated a moan of pleasure which set them both laughing again.

 

“But its so big” I murmured in astonishment.

 

This seemed to make them snigger even more and Fadel fell back, propping himself up on his arms. I could see the recess around his hole which looked quite big. He saw me looking and he opened his legs a bit wider. Embarrassed at being caught, I turned away hearing Fadel quickly say something in another language.

 

“How is the cramp now?” asked Isaac as his hand ran down my thigh squeezing as it went.

 

“Gone now”

 

“But this hasn’t, has it? His hand took hold of it through the material.

 

“No, no Isaac, I’m fine” I excused, trying to brush away his hand.

 

“Now, now John.  Just stop all this nonsense. You say one thing and signal another. Just let me take charge, you know you can trust me don’t you? No harm will come and I guarantee you will discover things you had never imagined.”

 

I tried to argue, but he shushed me with a finger across the lips. Deep down I knew he was right somehow. To hide my fears and emotions, I pulled my forearm across my eyes and trembled inwardly about what was to happen.

 

My boots were removed and undergarments slid off. The hot breeze actually felt good wafting across my body.

 

“Now John” Isaac said quietly at the side of my face. “All you have to do is relax and enjoy and you will be thanking me later.”

 

A hand took hold of my shaft and I peeped under my arm to see Fadel play it up and down. He bent over, taking it in his mouth. I gasped and pressed my arm tightly into my face.  His warm tongue and mouth moved all over, licking, sucking and swallowing. Gently, slowly but firmly. I began to relax as he teased my senses on and on.  Someone splayed my legs and he moved between them, starting again on my shaft and working to the base, then gently toying my eggs. The feeling was unknown at first and I lifted my arm to see exactly what was happening. His broad pink tongue lifted my eggs, washing them around and around. Momentarily he would take my shaft once more before dropping back.

 

Isaac raised back my legs back towards my chest and Fadel lapped lower and lower. It was extraordinary that such pleasure could come from such a secret and unloved place. His hot tongue washed under my eggs, then traced lightly down my cleft and over the second most sensitive spot I processed.

 

Isaac lent towards my head while putting my own hands to my cheeks.

 

“Hold them open John, let Fadel in.”

 

His tongue poked at my hole, making my jump. Then the pleasure hit me and I soon found myself unconsciously pulling myself open to let him have full access. I looked again down the length of my body and watched the top of his head bob up and down, in and out matching the pleasure shooting through my frame.

 

“This is the man’s pussy John” whispered Isaac at my side. “The woman has her magic spot at the top of her pussy on the outside, but a man has it on the inside. Open up John, let Fadel show you your magic spot”

 

His deep voice soothed and my mind pictured his words and my body worked to follow.

 

“Yes Fadel, work you tongue in there, show Mr. Banks what he possesses.”

 

I could feel his thumbs prying me apart to gain more access, and I strained to pull myself as open as possible and allow it.

 

Isaac moved down to Fadel who moved to my side, taking my shaft back to his mouth. I could feel Isaac’s fingers tracing around and around my hole, hypnotising.  I heard him open the small bottle I had seen previously and looked to observe him tip out some of the oily liquid to his fingers. He returned them to the same spot as before and worked them around again and again. Between them I was beginning to loose my sense of being.

 

Quite suddenly a shock ran through me. Then involuntarily I gasped.

 

“There Mr. Banks, there is your magic spot hiding away deep inside you.”

 

I realised his finger or fingers were gently sliding in and out, which I found unbelievable at first and wondered what else might be causing that. I raised my head and looked down and saw Isaac work his arm slowly back and forth. He caught my glance.

 

“Ready Mr. Banks?”

 

Suddenly I quivered again as his fingers returned to the place he knew. I gasped and groaned twisting from side to side in this glorious torture.

 

“I think its time to replace my bony calloused fingers with the proper tool. Come around Fadel and show Mr. Banks how we can improve our methods”.

 

Isaac moved to the side again and Fadel returned between my legs. His head dipped and I felt his warm moist tongue dart teasingly in and out driving me wild. Again I writhed.

 

Isaac laid his arm behind me knees and pushed them back to my chest. It lifted my lower parts somewhat off the ground and Fadel responded to the greater access. It seemed he was able to push further inside than before much to my approval. I uncovered my face to grasp at the grass on each side of me. My ears heard me whimper like a little child. 

 

Deeper did Fadel go, hotter did he feel and the fullness increased. I looked and Fadel was upright, his hands on the back of my thighs, his torso moving slowly back and forth. Slow to realise what was happening, when I did the wonderful feeling of his hot staff reach deep and rub that magic spot prevented any objection.

 

Clearly I now understood the pleasure written large across Fadel’s face when he was atop Isaac.

 

My head dropped back to the ground and my body took a mind of its own, writhing and matching the probing of Fadel. He moved faster and faster, drawing a similar response from me. His hot staff was deep inside and the fact someone was now part of my body was overwhelming.

 

My ears heard him pant and groan louder and louder, pushing deeper each thrust till he jerked hard which caught my breath, but then followed a beautiful warmth flooding through my entire body.  He dropped forward over me and I looked into his face. His eyes were glazed and out of focus but he grinned back triumphantly.

 

Slowly he withdrew causing me surprise discomfort at the loss. He moved to my side and bent to lap at my member which although I had been transported to heaven, nonetheless had retreated to its normal size. In a moment it was full hard again and an aching was there in my eggs for release.

 

As soon as I was hard, he bent between my legs and licked over my hole. In this Isaac helped by lifting me up. His tongue felt wonderful lathing my sensitive areas. Soon he was back to my member, taking it deep into his gullet.

 

Isaac pressed my legs hard back to my chest. I felt my hole stretching as the end of his staff looked for a way in.

 

“Isaac, no, no” I begged, certain that I would now be injured.

 

He leaned over, his weight pressing down immobilising any movement. His hands stroked and nipped my nipples bringing a totally new discovery. He bent forward, licking and biting them. It made me want to writhe about but I was firmly pinned. I was barely aware that the fullness in my lower body was increasing constantly.

 

He sat back up and Fadel dived again to my member. Pinching my nipples between thumb and finger made me want to scream. Suddenly he gave a sharp lunge followed by a fire streaking through my body. His hips gyrated in circles then moved in and out. I could feel his wiry black bush up against my eggs removing any doubt that he was fully inside.

 

Part of me could not believe it. Another part wanted him to stay there and never leave. I shocked myself with that thought, but nonetheless it was true. He began working it in and out, filling me till I thought I would burst. Pushing deeper than Fadel, going so far inside I thought I would soon be choking.

 

“The Mr. Banks, how does that feel?  You’re feeling good, I can see it written across your face.” He joked.

 

“You like it? Want me to do it a little harder?”

 

I was thrashing my head from side to side and the words tumbled out without thinking.

 

“Yes, yes, yes. Yes Isaac, harder.”

 

I was mortified to hear myself say that, but if he would ask me again, I would repeat it.

 

He followed my words with every thrust going deeper than the one before. My eggs and staff ached with fullness. Fadel had given up on me not able to keep hold with the thrusting from Isaac.

 

“Mr. Banks, I feel like the time is coming. We shall come together I think.”

 

His hand felt for my staff and I believed I would blow at that very moment. He sensed the same and let it go.

 

“Soon Mr. Banks, soon. But first Fadel is full, take his power and we shall all finish together”

 

I didn’t know what he meant. Then Fadel’s finger slipped between my lips and hooked open my mouth, pulling my head to the side in so doing. Before I knew what was happening, his staff pushed between my lips and worked in and out. I began to fight it till Isaac spoke.

 

“Fadel’s tongue has worked hard for you Mr. Banks, do him the favour in return, let us all enjoy together.”

 

His hand closed around my staff and began working it up and down. His thrusts grew harder one after the other. Suddenly I cared not and opened my mouth and let in Fadel.

 

Soon I found myself sucking his staff, allowing him to push in till my face was rubbing his stomach. I realised this was a pleasure from both ends and began to work to the task.

 

“Now, I am ready”. Said Isaac.

 

His hand flew up and down my staff, Fadel’s hand at the back of my head held me steady and Isaac pounded a few moments and let go. As the hot liquid filled me up I erupted, spilling the biggest amount I ever thought possible. It continued to fly, spurt after spurt even to my face. Then Fadel stiffened and poured out his own offering into my mouth.  I drank down what I could till he let go his hold and my head dropped back to the ground. I believe I feinted.

 

Cool water ran down my face waking me. I opened my eyes and there was Fadel upturning a bottle.

 

“Thought we’d lost you there” said Isaac.

 

He startled me and I turned. He was leaning on one elbow pressed to my back. He smiled.

 

“Been out a bit there. Must have been good I’d say!”

 

I blushed at the reference, and relaxed back into him. Now awake, Fadel took a swig and rummaged looking for something to eat. I realised I was still connected to Isaac, even though somehow he was now behind me. His fingers twisted my hair and pressed my shoulders.

 

“We alright John?”

 

I laughed, not knowing at exactly what.

 

“Yes, we’re fine Isaac. Thanks.”

 

“You mean that?”

 

“Yes I do. You were right, you always are. Thanks. You showed me something I needed to know. Something about myself” 

 

“Not specially about you John, about nearly all men.  But you are special to me, always been a friend since you came here. I always wanted this with you, just never was a time before now.”

 

“I understand Isaac. You have been my closest friend also. I don’t think there’s much that could change that even if I didn’t like it, which by the way I did.”

 

I dug him in the ribs with my elbow.

 

“Ouch” he cried exaggerating the force. He hooked his hips forward reminding me of his presence still within my body.

 

“Ouch!” I mimicked.

 

“Good, no hard feelings, I feel a lot better for knowing that.” He laughed.

 

“Yes there is, right between my legs” I joked.

 

“Only one way to soften that” and he slid in and out of me.

 

I was going to remonstrate, but my body told me otherwise. I sank back deeper against him.

 

“Oh, you feel so good” he murmured in my ear.

 

We lay there, almost playing with touch and feelings. I at ease, experimenting with squeezes, pushes, twists, learning something which I now knew I should have been familiar with as a teenager at least, man or woman.

 

“John, I’m going to have to go again with you playing me like this.”

 

He cupped closer behind, lifting my upper leg and pushing through with his. Working in earnest, my insides filled with juice squelched and made the most unsavoury noises. He slid in and out with ease and I felt completely comfortable now. This new found ease with his size increased my sensations. Within moments my magic spot so long undiscovered, had me standing hard as a plough share. Fadel stopped eating to watch, then moved closer, playing with his soft member.

 

Isaac picked me up with ease, turning me on my hands and knees while he knelt between my legs. Again it brought forth a new wonder. His strong hands clasped vice like to my hips while mounting my channel. Fadel edged forward on his knees too, presenting his newly stiff member to my face. His hands circled behind my head pulling me closer and closer till he was lodged deep down my throat. Out of my mind, I nearly swooned once more. I realised Isaac was actually holding me up for he had tired quickly and pulled us over back onto our sides. Fadel dropped down too, but facing the opposite way.  Without instruction I clasped his buttocks and brought him close while his lips found my aching staff and swallowed me whole.

 

While we pleasured each other, I examined the hairless eggs of Fadel. Courage building, I bent my neck to further so I could suck them. As he groaned, his throat vibrated around my staff.  Getting over my curiosity with them I pulled him down slightly hoping to give him what I thought he had done to me, using my tongue between his egg sack and his hole. I couldn’t help but notice his hole seemed very wide and it was shining with wetness. I realised that this must be the juice from Isaac and the coupling I had watched. Purposely I pushed my face closer to smell the power of Isaac. I had not sucked him but had seen many youths devour him with relish.

 

I dared to lick further and taste the liquid that oozed from him. Instantly Fadel grabbed me harder than ever, sucking and licking, timing his lunges with Isaac’s steady rhythm in my rear. I dabbed further, tasting juice similar to Fadel’s. This was Isaac’s juice, the powerful giant that had possession of me this very moment. In a moment of distraction I pushed my self deep into his cleft and searched for more of Isaac’s nectar with my tongue. I heard and felt Fadel cry out. Moments later he pulled his buttocks free and with his hand guided his staff back to my mouth, rapidly running it back and forth.

 

Isaac reached down and with his hand behind my knee, raised my upper leg high. Slightly re-positioning himself, he began to rapidly slam himself inside. I began to feel discomfort with a dull pain within. Fadel sensed the change in pace and pounded my mouth so I had to work hard to even breath with being lanced hard from both ends. The pain built so that I was sure I would cry out. The crescendo approached, Isaac panting hard in the back of my neck and Fadel grinding his pelvis into my face. I tried to move hoping this would alleviate the pain, but the strength of Isaac held me firm. 

 

With relief Isaac garbled that he was about to finish. But this was short lived as the final moments brought dagger like stabs to my innards. Suddenly he shook and went rigid and the aches of my insides were bathed in hot soothing juice. The change in me was immediate and my shaft let loose what my eggs had been making. Fadel rolled slightly on top to push his shaft further down my throat and emptied himself there.

 

We stayed as we were for what seemed several minutes. First Isaac’s staff softened and fell away. My staff felt like it had lost all hardness and Fadel’s was a soft sponge in my mouth. He rolled off and pulled away slowly.  Isaac sat up looking at us both. He shook his head and looked about for his shorts.  In silence, I found mine and struggled to make myself decent.  My legs though seemed paralysed for some reason and hurt badly as I bent to get my legs in the pants and my boots on.

 

Isaac cleared his throat. “Bit more practise John, and Mr. Rowe will get a good price for you on the block” he laughed. “Mind, perhaps more than just a bit, maybe if I was to give you some more lessons, we could get you into shape.”

 

Fadel looked at me, then guffawed.

 

“Knowing you Isaac, bet you wouldn’t tell me when you did think I was good enough, I reckon”.

 

He clapped me on the back, “I think you might just be right there Mr. Banks”

 

The fun over, I pulled him close. “I hope this will remain between the three of us?”

 

“Don’t worry John” he said quietly, “Fadel is as reliable as they come. He wouldn’t want anyone else knowing about it anymore than me. Trust me, he can keep his peace.”

 

Satisfied, we began to clear up and continue the days work.  But the more I moved the more I realised something was wrong. All my joints were rigid and painful in the extreme. It really hurt to walk, my legs and hips were stiff and unbending.  Isaac saw something was wrong and asked. I told him my predicament and he offered to massage my muscles. But when he tried to rub some life into them, his touch was too painful. He suggested that I call it a day and head off back home to take a rest and he would finish up everything. I thought I had better follow his advice and he helped me mount up. Even that proved to be difficult. I bade them farewell and headed back down the valley at a leisurely pace.

 

Chapter 7

 

Ten miles on and I was in dire straights. The movement of the horse made every bone in my body ache, even though he was just walking. My rump became sore on top of that. I could barely walk and it was painful to sit. If there was a God, perhaps he had given equal pain to the pleasure of earlier. If I was a religious man, for sure I would think this was retribution.

 

Hours later and the horse brought me home. I shouted for the stable boy, practically falling off. I hobbled into the house going through my little office and called to see if Kiko was about. Sat at the desk, he looked up wondering what the trouble was. He watched me hobble through the room holding on to anything at hand. 

 

“You injured Mr. Banks? Taken a fall from your horse?

 

I almost said something as to the real reason and bit my lip.

 

“Yes. Now get me my tub filled and make the water hot, will you!”

 

He made busy with the task of boiling water from the kitchen as I struggled to my room and get out of my clothes.

 

I had become morose on the journey back. One half of me was disgusted now I had taken stock of what had happened. The other half said something different, but was kept at bay for now. I was angry that I had the two halves and they were fighting constantly in my mind for the truth. At this moment, I didn’t know how I could look Isaac or Fadel in the face again.

 

Kiko helped to get me in the tub and I soaked there for the best part of an hour. Resting and making no movements my body appeared to be easing. I called for Kiko again and he took some of my weight as I hobbled to the bed and flopped down. I buried my face in the pillow, wallowing in self pity and remorse at my stupidity.

 

Kiko sat on the side of the bed, his hand reached across and gently massaged my neck.

 

“You alright Mr. Banks, should I send for the Doctor?”

 

“No Kiko, I’ll be fine. Just carry on what you are doing, it feels very good.”

 

He did, probing his nimble fingers wherever I hurt till he instinctively knew the places to work on. Under his mindful touch, tiredness came quickly and I dozed off.  

 

I woke some hours later when it was already night. A cover had been put over me and as I turned myself over, I came up against Kiko fast asleep. I guessed he had stayed with me thinking I might be sick and need help. I felt a pang of affection for his protectiveness and put my arm over him for our comfort. I drifted back to sleep.

 

Later I woke once more, thrashing and gasping for air. I had a terrible nightmare where Isaac was choking me to death with his enormous staff wedged into my throat. Wiping the sweat from my forehead, I pulled the covers up and tried not to think of such things. It happened again though, this time it was Isaac splitting me up the middle with a staff even bigger than I knew he had. He held my legs splayed unnaturally wide and entered, my body slowly parted and my insides ran out in a bloody mess onto the ground.

 

Perhaps it was guilt at the doings up the valley, I don’t know, but not one to suffer nightmares this upset me. My trauma had awakened Kiko, who sleepily asked me if I was alright. Before I answered I heard him shiver, so I opened the cover and let him inside. He  pushed up against me for warmth and we both fell to slumber again.

 

The demons had not done their worst yet. I slipped into a dreadful vision where Fadel and Isaac took turns with me, but also there was the repulsive whore I had once been with in Atlanta. The two of them goaded me to use her, lest they would use me instead. I fought them but in some way I was forced to demonstrate my manhood. She resisted only a little but my staff had taken on a new size and she whimpered and cried that I was too big. Fadel and Isaac looked on, congratulating me for showing spirit. As I filled her with my juices Fadel and Isaac vanished leaving me and the woman who was suddenly compliant and eager for more. I cried out in a horror, not wanting to go with her further.

 

My own voice woke me, uttering gibberish.  A hand reached over to comfort and slowly I was aware it was Kiko. He stretched over my back and pulled me tighter.

 

“Sir, don’t stop that was wonderful.”

 

My mind tried to make head or tale of what he meant. His hand dropped to my buttock and pressed us together. I was aware of his buttocks pushing and kind of wriggling into my groin. Squeezings somewhere else brought a horror and cold sweat bathing my body.

 

Suddenly wide awake I found us spooned together with his naked behind mounted on my staff. He gently moved back and forth riding me. I jerked back away, but his hand dug into the flesh and he implored me not to. I stopped struggling wondering what I should do. But before anything came to mind, Kiko had sent shockwaves of pleasure flooding from our point of contact.

 

“Sir, please don’t make me go away now. Let me stay with you” he pleaded softly.

 

His little bum gyrated and wriggled so that moments later my humour had changed and I found myself making little gasps of pleasure.  Soon I was painfully aware my member was hard and aching to release.

 

Kiko worked himself against my loins, enjoying riding my staff. I took over, moving my hips to and fro, taking him into my arms and driving into his tight soft body. He was ecstatic with pleasure which in turn overruled any misgivings I had had till that moment.

 

He was tight and hot to my senses. Soon I realised that I had already filled him with one offering as my staff slipped in and out easily, drawing wet sloppy noises which  heightened the moment. 

 

This was nothing like the experience with the hag in Atlanta. But this is what it should have been like. Kiko was positive in his demands and knew what he wanted, countering every thrust and constantly working his behind to entice me further in passion. I was exhilarated, wondering why I had waited so long in my life to taste these fruits of passion. Momentarily my mind went to Isaac, and instantly I forgave his painful thrust as now I found myself doing the very same. Kiko cried out, urging me to do him harder and faster till no longer able to contain the fire, I burst forth inside him a second time, but in actuality the very first real time in my young life.  As I did, his hand found mine bringing it to his hard shaft. I milked him and within a few strokes covered my hand with his ample spendings.

 

He broke the hold and turned to face me, wrappings his arms around my neck. We started to giggle, then laugh and laugh and laugh. I know not why, but I felt the weight of the world had been lifted from my shoulders. I hugged and squeezed him as if he might not be real. He thanked me, then I refused thanking him, we laughed again like children till we both tired. Spooning together like before and with a happy heart I fell asleep.

 

Isaac was prodding my shoulder. At first I was frightened it was another bad dream, but he was in fact sat on the edge of the bed. The morning had just broken and the sun’s first rays dimly aired the room.  Kiko half awake slid from the bed dragging his shorts lazily in his hand as he left the room.  Isaac watched him go, but said nothing.

 

“How are you?” he enquired.

 

I frowned not understanding his train of thought.

 

“Yesterday, you were in pain and the stable boy said you more or less fell off your horse and could barely get into the house after arriving back here.”

 

“Yes, sorry! I was cramped everywhere, but after a hot bath I am feeling better.”

 

“So I see from Kiko” he laughed.

 

I blushed immediately. “He rubbed at my soreness yesterday evening and fell asleep  here. I didn’t want to send him away when I found him here in the night” My voice trailed off, feeling like I was wasting my time explaining.

 

“I thought to come and find out if there was anything special for work that you needed doing today, so that you could stay and rest longer.”

 

We argued a little whether I was alright or not for work, but in the end he insisted I take more rest.  We both knew that would not include Kiko as he had plenty of duties to do. Glad to take his advice, he left me to make up for the disturbed night and get fully well again.

 

Chapter 8

 

The next time I woke it must have been late morning and I felt much, much better. I raised my legs to try them out, feeling just a touch of pain. My insides felt normal again too. As I was taking stock , Josh poked his head round the door.

 

“Awake now! Would you like me to bring you some hot tea or lemonade perhaps? Something to eat?

 

“Yes, some tea please and heat some water so that I can soak in the tub.”

 

That I was sure would put me completely right. Before that though, I went to the toilet and was relieved that my functions worked properly. Another fear laid to rest.

 

By the time I had finished the tea, Josh had the tub filled. He watched me enter and asked if there was anything I needed. I said no, but he returned at intervals and kept checking.

 

When the water cooled too much, I was bored anyway and got out. Josh was there instantly handing me a towel and watching intently. I thought a shave would rejuvenate and determined I would catch up on things in the office for the rest of the day. I couldn’t sit around and the break from riding around the estate would be reward enough. Looking into the mirror I caught Josh standing quietly by the door, absently fondling his manhood which I could see down his pants. Bemused at first, it then distracted me from shaving. I kept checking him, unnoticed through the mirror. Then I remembered the time before with him and his long slender staff. Quickly I took the towel draped over my shoulder and arranged it around my waist as I could feel my staff filling up from the reminiscences. 

 

Once finished with my ablutions I went to my room and looked for the clothes I would wear for the rest of the day. Josh followed me a step or two behind, asking me if I wanted this shirt or that, being a little overbearing in his determination to be helpful.

 

Before dressing, I took a comb to my hair and again caught Josh fondling himself as I looked in the mirror. It seemed as though it was a habit he was unaware of but would not have been thought proper in other circles.

 

I reached for my undergarments and Josh held out his hand for my towel. Suddenly I became a little shy knowing I was half hard beneath. However, I thought nothing more and pulled it free and gave it too him. He stood there looking, blocking my path to the laid out garments. It was an awkward moment. I noticed his staff jumped even through the material of his pants. His hand dropped to squeeze, all the time staring at me, standing there naked. Before I knew it, my staff had risen fully and my innards were tingling. Both of us were helpless, rooted to the spot.

 

The towel dropped through his fingers to the floor. He bent to retrieve it, but stayed crouching looking up. Our eyes didn’t break though he moved the foot or so between. My staff brushed the side of his face, he moved to brush it with the other, then put out his tongue and wiped the end. His eyes closed and he bent forward swallowing me whole. The effect had my knees feeling weak and trembling, the push of his face into my groin had me falling back on to the bed. Josh followed tearing off his shirt and pants in the process, hands roamed over my body and his tongue swirled my chest, teeth bit my nipples and nibbled my shoulder in a whirlwind of touch.

 

It was like not be able to get my breath, his assault on my senses sent me reeling. Back down went his face to my groin, licking me everywhere. He took my eggs for moments, then lifted my legs to run his tongue up and down the cleft between my cheeks. He pushed in further till I could feel his tongue making an entry. A continuous whirl of excitement made me dizzy.  Slowly his tongue moved up my stomach, pausing at my navel, then to my chest, neck and probed my ears. As his body moved up the tip of his long staff followed, stroking my lower parts. Both hands took my face, he gently bit my lips and licked over my eyes. His staff found its own path to my door and nudged an entry.

 

“Mr. Banks, I want you” he cooed. “I want you to feel my power, I want you to be the one I give my power too.”

 

His staff slowly pushed forward and I anticipated being filled to satisfaction, having my magic spot rubbed again. Thoughts I had shut out when I was with Isaac and Fadel came flooding back, making me welcome Josh’s advances as an antidote for my sickness.

 

He mounted me fully and I relished the deep penetration not to mention also his more slender proportions than Isaac. The apprehension had gone, there was no discomfort whatsoever.  

 

Not only did the pleasure derive from his long staff, but my senses were doubly ravished by his mouth and hands, which roved over my body ceaselessly. Josh was not for a singular position, instead we made a dance over the whole bed, moving me fluidly from one position to the next, exciting me constantly with new feelings generated in every way. One time I could see his staff penetrating, an exhilaration that almost made me instantly blast out my juices. Another, we were such a way as to see our refection in the mirror like two wild animals rutting.

 

I had never known such great pleasures were possible, even sustainable. Every time I thought it was the pinnacle of pleasure, we lay a different way and started over. In the end I had lost my senses completely and no not when my juices burst forth. Josh for his part had endless stamina and there were many offerings made to my channel before he tired.

 

When I got hold of my wits once more, I realised then and there that this was not to be an occasional affair interrupted by long bouts of regret and  disavowal. This was something to be nurtured and practised and was indeed a reward for life’s very existence. My existence.

 

I suggested we take a soak in the tub together to wash off the sweat and crud accumulated all over our bodies.

 

“Mr. Banks, that was wonderful” said Josh, staying my hand as I began to get up.

 

“Josh, from now on, call me John when we are in here. No more Mr., okay?”

 

He gave his easy smile and his big pink tongue ran over his lips. “Sure I would love to call you -” he hesitated with the unfamiliarity. “- John”.

 

As he stood, I admired the smooth lithe body, the warm shade of his skin, his long half hard staff hanging straight down between his legs and perhaps most of all, his quick smile. He picked up his pants, laughing as with some difficulty he stuffed himself back in them and went off to boil up the water for the tub.

 

Fadel, Isaac, Kiko and now Josh. The same thing with each, but all so completely different. It was a wonder I was unable to be fathom. I lay back on the bed thinking of the many wonderful things so recently imprinted in my mind.  Fadel grinding his staff into my throat, Isaac filling my body till I thought I would be split down the middle. The wonderful tightness and warmth of Kiko and now the pleasure of Josh deep inside me in tandem with his mouth licking and biting, concocting a creation I had never imagined. The thoughts brought a stiffness back again, but enough was enough and I got up and helped Josh with filling the tub.

 

Within a week, my hole was sore. Not too much that would make us cease, but a soreness like a fleeting itch on your arm, where you wanted to scratch it away, brush your fingers across to settle the annoyance. I was like that, but the only thing that soothed was Josh’s tongue lashing my hole and then his staff sliding in. His juices were the balm. Nevertheless, within a few hours, the itch always returned.

 

Being in the same house with two of them, it was only a matter of time before we all got together. So over the next months I indulged with both in a discovery of delight and an urgent need to make up for years of lost time.  Gone completely were the inhibitions that had wracked my mind so much before.

 

Josh had an insatiable hunger for me, whenever an opportunity arose. Even when it was not on my mind, to see him in the house and have him look at me a certain way had me craving for him too. Sometimes I would see him working, perhaps washing the floors or another mundane task. The thought would come to me that he has been inside my body, that I could be connected with him and he would fill me up, and that would just set me off.

 

One time I had a fancy for Kiko to use my channel and although he said it was good, he preferred me to do that. I didn’t mind, for I enjoyed taking him immensely and I also discovered his juice to be so sweet and his member so fitted for taking in my mouth, that we pleasured each other so each time. If he didn’t spill his juice as I was taking him, I could spin him around and have him into my mouth afterwards. Best of all was when Josh was in me and I could take Kiko. Perhaps it was an urge first discovered with Isaac and Fadel, but it remained the one act that sent my mind reeling uncontrollably.

 

As for Isaac, his wife gave birth to yet another son and amazingly, she did not get pregnant again immediately afterwards. For Fadel, well I didn’t come across him face to face for quite some while. There was one occasion though when I was riding out and came across a work party doing storm repair on a small bridge over a creek. Earlier I had seen a tree had been brought down, smashing some fencing where we had stock. I called Fadel, who was among the group, to bring an axe and tools to fix the fence, then had him get up behind me on the horse. I would take him to the tree and after doing the work, he could find his own way back later.

 

I asked if he had seen Isaac at all.

 

“Oh yes Mr. Banks, I sees him all the time, but that is not what you asking is it? No, I never sees him now since his wife dropped another one. Don’t look I will either unless she picks up again. Still, there are plenty more to “see” Mr. Banks, even some bigger than Isaac, but nobody is as good as he is. Know what I mean?

 

Yes, I knew exactly what he meant.

 

“How about you Mr. Banks, you “seen” Isaac?”

 

“No I haven’t, well not the way we did before”

 

 “You got two good looking boys at your place now, maybe they are taking up your time, eh?”

 

Getting over his boldness, I considered my reply.

 

“No, they are too close to home, don’t want any of that on my doorstep. Not good at all”

 

He grunted an understanding.

 

On the way, I could feel his groin rubbing my rear with the movements of the horse. Maybe it was my imagination but I felt there was more pressure there than would have been the case with anyone else riding with me. Sometimes his hands held the back of the saddle for support or if we talked, he bent forward and held my hips. His long fingers well to the insides the top of my legs.

 

We reached the fallen tree and I told him which branches to cut off to get the fence back up again.  He stood looking as I pointed them out. When I finished talking, instead of getting to work he had a smile of his face. Pulling the string on the top of his pants he let them fall to his ankles. His member was sticking out from his body pointing my way. He beckoned me over and silently, I went.  His fingers undid the buttons to my pants and opened the front. Dropping down he took me in his mouth and brought me up hard. Satisfied, he turned to the fallen trunk and bent over, inviting me to take him. Without a word, I shuffled over and did so.

 

Having filled his channel and rested a little on his back, he gently pushed me off and pulled my head down to his member and hooked open my mouth with his fingers. In a trance I took it automatically, thinking of the time before with Isaac. Although I had finished a moment earlier, I was hard again. Once he was thoroughly wet from my mouth, he pulled me up and bent me over the trunk in the same way he had been. His staff found my entry and worked its way inside. I pushed out for him and he responded to the signal. In a minute or so, I felt his explosion flood my depths and after savouring a little, pulled out.

 

He bent down to pick up his pants and tied the chord, looked over to the tree and said the first words since we arrived at the spot.

 

“Be finished by sun down Mr. Banks. No need to worry about the cattle getting through here tonight. Good day to you!”

 

With that he picked up the axe and began work and I mounted my horse and trotted off. Before a mile had passed, I wondered to myself if that had actually happened, so quick and so silently. Only the growing wetness in the seat of my underwear as the horse clipped along, confirmed for sure it had.

 

Chapter 9

 

The world seemed a more enjoyable place, my step seemed lighter and troubles when they came were more able to be taken in their stride. Perhaps there was truth in the power story of Isaac’s after all.

 

Once I had reconciled myself in the doings with Josh and Kiko, my mind began to look at all the men on the plantation a different way. Whereas at one time naked workers, or men hanging out of their shorts would not have caused a blink of interest, now more and more my attention was taken.

 

At first it was a curiosity as to size, then I began to look at the physique. It progressed into wondering what it would be like for the person to mount me, or with some, for me to mount them. Of course, it didn’t interfere with the work on the farms one iota. But it did become something that made my job interesting in a new way, more enjoyable.

 

It was some months after I began pleasures with the two boys. I had sent Josh to the stables across the yard to have the boy there saddle up my horse. It was a while before he came back to announce that he couldn’t find him. He had hung around but when he didn’t show, he came to tell me. Josh didn’t know where my saddle was kept amongst the many in the tack room, nor would he have known how to put it on the horse.

 

Annoyed, I marched across to the stables, and Josh followed behind.  I looked around but the place was deserted. I found my saddle and took it to the stall and put it on my horse. Josh stood watching me and I could see out of the corner of my eye, he had a smile on his face.

 

“What?” I snapped.

 

“You look so handsome, throwing that heavy saddle up onto the horse. I like watching you.”

 

I scanned the stable once more, but it was silent save for the horse’s snorts and breathing.

 

“Not now Josh, got to get over to the South Farm.”

 

He had cocked his head to one side and had a smirk on his face. One hand was playing with his staff, hard down the leg of his pants. My throat went dry.

 

“Got to make sure they start cutting cane there tomorrow” I said, tightening the last of the straps under the horse’s belly.

 

I glanced again and he had taken out his staff, slowly stroking it back and forth. Again I looked about the room, but nothing had changed.

 

“Come here, just take this for me” he said in a low voice.

 

“Sorry Josh but got to go, later tonight for that”

 

“Only take a few minutes. Never done it in a stables before.”

 

I couldn’t help but look at his long staff and knew I would love for him to fill me. My eyes darted around the room wondering what if someone came. I had to step around the front of the horse to take the reins and past Josh. I didn’t go further.

 

He caught my hand and put it on his staff. I paused my step, debating if we should be doing this.  I looked into his eyes and saw that special look he had. My defences were falling fast. Slowly he ran his tongue around his lips.

 

“I want to eat your hole.”

 

I shuddered visibly. His other hand went to my breeches and undid the buttons. Paralysed, I let him do that, then allowed him to pull them down.

 

“Bend over, got to give your hole a wash” he ran his tongue around his lips again.

 

In a trance I did, and he buried his face into my rear making my breath come short. Moments later his staff worked in and ground away.  He never failed to find my magic spot and instantly I was achingly hard.

 

He pushed in, hooked to the left then the right, ground in circles and then slammed it all the way.  No sooner had it begun, than it ended. Too soon he filled me up, delighting me with the feel of his staff throbbing deep inside as he emptied himself.

 

He pulled out and pulled up his pants and I did likewise. I slapped him on the behind and told him to get back to the house quickly.

 

“Till tonight then” he said mischievously, and was off.

 

I sat down to take a minute’s rest.  Truth be told, I was still excited and had not spilled my own juices. I squeezed my shaft through the material, wondering whether to take it out again and finish off. Leaning against a column, I closed my eyes a moment as the glow in my innards quietened down.

 

When I opened them, I saw a movement through the slatted wall to the empty stall next door. I assumed it was a rat but then on second thoughts it would have been too big. Perhaps a cat I answered myself. My hand still played with my hard member and was in a mind to take it out or I would get no peace. Again I saw the straw moving and curiosity took hold and I crept over to the partition.

 

At first glance my eyes saw nothing untoward. Then I gasped in shock as I made out the stable boy, legs covered with straw. He was in semi darkness, and being black as the ace of spades almost invisible. But now I could make him out, his shorts were down half hidden with the straw.  His member was hard, but had recently left a pool of juice on his stomach. I ducked through some missing planks into the stall. His eye balls shone white out of shadows. I realised from where he was laying, he would have seen myself and Josh.

 

“You saw?” I asked.

 

He looked at me and slowly nodded a yes.

 

“Everything” I asked again out of shock.

 

His face broke into a coy smile. He puckered his lips and nodded again slowly. His hand took hold of his still hard staff.

 

“Everything” he finally said.

 

He looked into my eyes. “Made me so horny, had to do myself” His eyes went to the pool of juice still on his stomach.

 

“But surely wish that had been me there instead of the boy.”

 

His eyes returned to mine and his hand pushed his staff upright away from his body. My gaze followed, he was very thick like Isaac but not so long. With every slow pull of his hand, a little liquid oozed from the tip and ran down the side. His groin was messy with so much fluid running down. 

 

My legs began to shake and my eyes glazed over and lost focus. I swallowed hard and tried to move, but my strength had gone.

 

“Thicker than that boy’s, ain’t it?

 

His hand came away to let me see. Perhaps I nodded.

 

“See” his fingers dipped into the juice pool. “Just done this and I’m still full. My eggs are aching they got so much in ‘em.”

 

His hand slipped under his eggs and pulled them up, filling the palm.

 

“I don’t think you can see properly from where you are, come over here. Come, closer.”

 

I did. He beckoned more. I stood next to him. He grabbed my leg to have me squat down next to him. I did. He took hold of his staff and waved it around.

 

“There, fine one ain’t it? Nice and thick and full to overflowing. See, can’t stop coming out there’s so much.”

 

He squeezed the shaft and a little stream ran out. Even from where I was, the smell was overpowering and intoxicating. I felt dizzy.

 

“That had have been me, I’d have let you taste it before I put it in. Warm it up in a soft mouth first. That would have been best, I reckon.”

 

There was silence for a few moments as his hand played around, pushing it down to his stomach and letting it spring back up.

“Yes” he continued, “That would have been best, take a taste first.”

 

Slowly he turned from talking to his member and looked at me.

 

“Go on then” he jerked his head for me to follow.

 

I don’t know what came over me, but I did as he said, bending forward and took hold of his fat staff. The smell was overpowering, both from his fluids, his body and the place we were in.

 

“Taste it, reckon you’re gonna like, I do”

 

His hand gently prodded me forward. I opened my mouth wide and let him in. His hips rose up to force more. The taste of him was overwhelming, it was like his juices flowed continuously.

 

“That’s good. Knew you’d like it, I did. There’s a big load here, come lick this up too.”

 

His hand pulled the back of my head higher up his body till I was above the pool on his stomach. Gently he pushed my face in it. I found myself licking it all, cleaning his stomach completely.

 

“Good” he said softly. “Now take it back in your mouth and undo your pants so that I can put it inside. I think you gonna like that even more from what I saw a few minutes ago.”

 

I was under his spell and did just what he said. He turned me around on hand and knees and entered slowly. I was thinking of Isaac, wondering if this stable boy would feel the same way. I knew already he wouldn’t hurt so much on account of not of great length, but I was interested feel such a thick member again.

 

I couldn’t contain a little cry of pain as he went in. But once mounted, he felt really different, stretching me and letting me know I had something in there.

 

“You slick, don’t know whether coz you like this or that boy left something in here. But you sure feel good to me.”

 

His impudent talk made me excited and soon my eggs and staff were painfully hard again. I tried to work them with my hand, but the stable boy began to slam himself in so I needed both for support.

 

“Don’t worry ‘bout your thing, I take care of it just as soon as you take care of me”

 

I hadn’t imagined doing anything with him, but my thoughts began to roam.

 

“You better than some woman, you really tight. Wet too from that boy. And no babies either!  Could do this every day. Oh yes!”

 

He rammed it home, spilling his juices in long drawn out jerks. When he finished, he clasped my thighs tight and we turned over so I was on my back and he on his knees. I looked up the full length of his sweat soaked body. Smooth jet back skin with just the smallest tuft of curly hair around the base of his member. At once he began a second run forcing out the liquids I contained, making squelching noises on every thrust.

 

I had to admit I was enjoying, the feeling of fullness, almost the same as Josh’s long staff, but then again completely different.

 

“Yes sir! You sure is sweet.” He pounded away.

 

“You ready for me to fill you a second time coz I’m gonna be there real quick”

 

I couldn’t talk, but the lewdness must have made my face do.

 

“Alright then, hold on sir!”

 

He slammed into me harder and harder, the noise echoing around the room.  He grunted almost in pain this time and held himself tight against me. Slowly his body relaxed and finally he pulled away. His fat shaft still pulsing and shining in the dim light.

 

“Yes sir, you are good. No wonder that boy got his eye out for you. I seen him many a time, walking round after you like a love sick puppy. How about you think of something I could do for you, so you would let me do this, like on a regular basis?  We can start with this”

 

His head dropped in my lap and took my staff in his mouth. Fingers went into my hole and played with my magic spot. Seconds later I was blowing in his mouth. He licked me clean like finishing a good meal.

 

I got dressed and took hold of my horse.

 

“You done this before?” I asked, thinking afterwards how easy all his movements had been.

 

“Oh yes” he replied, kind of surprised I asked.

 

“Anyone special around here” I gestured to the house wondering if Kiko or anyone else about was involved.

 

“Here no, but in the meetings, regular.”

 

“Meetings?” I queried.

 

“Meetings, yes, when I go to the meetings” he answered in the same surprised tone.

 

I left it at that and lead the horse through the back door in case Josh happened to be watching from the house and would be wondering what I had been doing for so long.

 

I rode out on the South Farm road, standing in the stirrups as the size of his member quickly came home, making me regret if I tried sitting on the jolting saddle.

 

 

Chapter 10

 

 

The words of the sassy stable boy stuck in my mind for days. When I next had chance to have more than a conversation about work with Isaac, I asked him.

 

“Isaac, what are the Meetings, or what is the Meeting?”

 

“Where you heard that?” he answered with a little edge in his voice.

 

“Just someone saying something about the Meeting. Wondered what it was. We got some conspiracy around here?” I asked jokingly.

 

“No nothing like that God forbid. But forget about Meetings, you ain’t supposed to know of stuff like that”

 

Well he shouldn’t have said that if he didn’t want me to know. Now I had to all the more. I pestered him till he slowly let it out.

 

“Mostly the older boys and young men, but anyone with a need goes there. Always a night of a new moon.”

 

“Why a new moon?”

 

“So nobody can see each other. Can do what they want and nobody’s the wiser the next day. They like it, but don’t always want to let anyone know they likes it. That is, most but some don’t care.”

 

I was engrossed, been working here for years now and this was all new.

 

“So about once a month, night before the day of rest. Down near the bunkhouses where we usually house the new ones. They get hold of some drink, light a bonfire, do a bit of dancing around, enjoying and such, and then later….”

 

“What later” I jumped down his throat.

 

“Well, late on the fire dies down. They got themselves some local whiskey and are feeling horny. They drift off, wondering around till they find someone.”

 

“And then?”

 

“And then they go at it. After they finish, they go back to the bunkhouse or wonder around for someone else.”

 

“How many go to this meeting?” I asked incredulous.

 

“Lets see, we got three hundred in the bunkhouses, got another couple of hundred in  nearby Creek Farm. More over on Canon Road Farm. You can do the maths. Guess about half of them go there if it’s a fine night.” 

 

“What’s with the fine night?” wondering what that had to do with it.

 

“Well ain’t no fun on your back in the wet grass!” he roared and slapped me on the back.

 

“Anyway, don’t even think about going, just ain’t a safe place to be.”

 

“Why not?” I quizzed.

 

“Because, some of them get all fired up on the whiskey, don’t know what they are doing. Been plenty bad happenings down there. People doing stuff they never wanted to do.” He shrugged his shoulders and shivered.

 

I pushed him to reveal more, but that appeared to be it, he would say nothing.

 

Over the next few weeks, every time I was near the bunkhouses I looked around to see where they had the meeting. There was a level area of ground nearby and many burnt areas of ground so I guessed this must be the place. On the edge of the level ground, the thin end of the woods petered out.

 

As I rode around during the day, whenever my mind was idle I mused if any of the workers near me go to the meeting. If that young man over there, or this well made youth nearby, enjoys himself at one of the gatherings. If as Isaac says, around half of our men go, even if not on a regular basis, then they must be well familiar with the pleasures to be had with other men.  The thought prayed on me constantly like a canker.

 

I begged an almanac from Mr. Rowe’s servant at the big house and made a note of the dates for the new moon. There was one coming up soon that was near a Saturday.  Early that same week, I went back home in the middle of the morning, leading my horse in through the back door of the stable. The stable boy was in the tack room, cleaning.  I made conversation, making it clear I had no need to hurry on. I let my hand give my staff a few squeezes till it got hard whilst making small talk. I could see his eyes flashing from polishing a saddle, to my face and down to my groin. Eventually he became uncomfortable and had to arrange himself as his staff began to grow. I noticed his chest beating hard and his pants tented.

 

“You been having any fun lately? With that” I pointed to his groin.

 

“Me, no not since that time before, in the box if you remember.”

 

“Yes, I remember that” I laughed. “Couldn’t sit in the saddle for a couple of hours after. But it was worth it I’d say.”

 

His face lit up when he heard the last remark.

 

“Me too, been thinking of that every time I take it in my hand”

 

He reached and gave himself a squeeze. 

 

“Would love to do it again if you want” he said.

 

“But will this door lock?”

 

“Oh yes, got to keep the tack locked up, I do”

 

He sprang up and latched the door. Turning round, he dropped his pants and kicked them off. He stood there naked, this time in a good light from the high windows. Stocky well made physique that looked better than his face, and his manliness standing erect and ready.

 

“Think you better take this in your mouth first. I like to do that to start off.”

 

He stepped closer till in front, then placed his hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me down.

 

Already the end of his staff was wet and it could only have been up for a minute. I bent forward and took him. I heard his gasp above and push me harder into him.

 

“Oh yes sir, I like this. Take me all will you, let me feel your throat on the end of my stick.”

 

With more pressure, he pulled my head in tight and pushed forward his loins. I did my best and the reward was a steady flow of his juice down my throat. He tasted neither bitter nor sweet, just manly.

 

“That’s good” he cooed, “I’m going to give you the first go here in your mouth, then the next one will be up inside you like before. Thinks you will like it too”

 

I pleasured him the best I knew how.  He held me fast and still, working his hips too and fro, grinding his stomach in my face.

 

“Open wide now, its coming. Wider, going to put it all inside” he gasped between shorter and shorter breathes. 

 

He filled me till I could take no more. I wrenched free gasping for air, coughing up some that had gone down the wrong way. Barely had I got my breath than he pulled me too my feet and turned me around against the shelf.  He spit on his hand and wiped the cleft of my behind, working some fingers inside making me jump.

 

As he opened me up, I said in a knowing tone,

 

“New moon this week, going to the Meeting?”

 

“Sure am, was saving myself for just that till you walked in here. Guess somebody is going to go short now.” He laughed.

 

His hard staff pushed its way inside, causing some grief. My sacrifice had served its purpose and now I knew for sure there would be a gathering this coming Saturday.

 

I gave him free rein, savouring the taste lingering in my mouth while he took my channel twice. First I was leaning onto the shelf, but for the second, I sat on the edge, which was low enough with him stood in front of me, as if it had been designed for this very purpose.

 

Having taken his fill, he went down on me, fingering my hole to pleasure me from inside. He squeezed the spot making me gasp.

 

“Likes that do you?”

 

He pulled away and went to a drawer, binging something I couldn’t make out at first. When he came back to me, he spit on the end of a polished leather stick, almost the same as a big member. At first I didn’t know what it was for, but then he took me in his mouth again and instead of using his fingers, worked this big thing inside.

 

It both hurt and pleased at the same time. I had never seen such an object before and doubted it would be able to give me any pleasure given its large dimensions. But he  was an adept workman and with my legs over his shoulders, I could see him make  progress with its insertion.

 

“I can see you are a man who likes to be filled” he said. “Once this is in, you will be firing off like a canon, mark my words.”

 

It was just as he said. Once he had worked it inside, he pushed and pulled to and fro while his mouth was busy on sucking the power out of me.  In moments my whole body exploded in a violent shudder, filling him with my being.

 

He pulled off, licking his lips.

 

“Now, getting it out is more of a problem than putting it in, sometimes. Relax now”

 

He slowly pulled it out, my body surprised me by not wanting it to leave. The last bit causing me to wince. He held up the slick tool for my curiosity. I could not have believed, just like with Isaac’s enormous one, that it would have gone inside anyone’s body, never mind mine.

 

I went out the back way and rode off about the business of the day. On reflection I was not happy about what I had just done. Yes, I enjoyed the feelings, with my eyes closed, but not actually with the stable boy. Still, I had the information I had come for, so on balance it was worth it. But I thought not to do that again.

 

Sometimes I wondered why it was I was so interested in the goings on of the workers anyway. I had Kiko and Josh, that was more than enough. If Josh had his way, I would never get out of bed, and perhaps if there was no work to do, I would be inclined to do just that. But something inside of me wanted to find out, needed to know if what I was doing with the two youths, was what everyone else did. Did but never talked about. I was determined to find out.

 

Chapter 11

 

The new moon was actually before the weekend, on Wednesday. As Saturday came around I grew nervous thinking there would be too much light and I would be recognised. In the meantime, I got myself a set of shorts and rough shirt as the workers wear, and a small cap that many of them have.

 

In the evening after taking dinner, I told Josh I would be going to the big house and then if I had time, over to see Isaac. That was not unusual. Instead I rode down to Creek Farm and left my horse tethered, taking one of the tracks to the bunkhouses for an hour’s walk. I didn’t see a soul, but it was pitch black. If there was a moon tonight, it had yet to rise.

 

Near the bunkhouses, I skirted round through the edge of the woods. There were a few oil lamps burning aside the doorways, but these did not give much light. To one side, between me and the buildings, about six fires were lit around which in silhouette I could see many, many men.  Some were making music around one fire, around others they were eating and drinking.

 

Keeping in the woods, I made my way through to the other side of the clearing to view from that side. It took me perhaps half an hour to walk around although I suppose just five minutes to walk directly across.  All the way, I kept my eye towards the buildings, hearing the jovial get-together celebrating the end of another week and the next day’s rest. It was impossible to guess at the numbers, but the light was continually interrupted from view as people walked to and fro.

 

At the other side I spent time watching. The noise seemed to increase as the merriment continued but nobody was about the woods.  After some period, getting a little bored I made my way back again to where I started from. At one point I stopped as the noise increased. I realised some men were fighting, but then it quickly died away. I took my time, sitting on fallen logs for a while, listening and looking. It was obvious that many were by now drunk and falling about.

 

I had been there a couple of hours and was beginning to think it was a wild goose chase, nothing appeared to be going on at all, only a gathering of friends celebrating. My mind urged me to leave and waste no more time, get back to my house and into the attention of Josh. The fires had grown small and I could see groups staggering back into the bunkhouses, the weekend for them now finished.

 

I slowly walked out of the woods into the grassed open area, still some way off the buildings. I listened intently for any sound, it being my main source of information to what was going on around.

 

Literally I jumped two feet in the air when someone unexpectedly crashed drunkenly against me. He grabbed me for support, then his hands roved over my chest and down my legs. He dropped, or actually fell to his knees and yanked down my pants. His mouth went to my flaccid staff and noisily he licked and sucked, seemingly oblivious to who I might be. I got hard as I relaxed thinking he was unaware it was anything but a fellow worker.

 

A minute or so later, he pulled me down on the grass, moving his position so that he pushed his groin in my face. His pants were open and his staff jabbed my face. After a couple of tries, he found my mouth and buried himself, going back to my staff. My ears were trying to keep me warned of anyone else approaching, so I was distracted slightly. Clumsily he pulled off and turned around, shoving his rear into my staff, taking me in his hand and putting it to the mark. He backed on to it for I was not altogether concentrating on the situation. But once I found the heat of his body warming that special part, I got to the job in hand and took some pleasure.

 

I finished and the man held up his pants and staggered back towards the buildings. I sat on the grass to take stock and wonder what would happen next.

 

Some time later, I heard footfalls passing quite close heading towards the woods, then some more to the other side of me. Getting up, I walked across the grass back toward the other side of the clearing.

 

My ears picked up a groaning sound in the direction I was headed. Slowing my pace, I continued walking that way. I veered to one side so that I could look at them outlined against the building lamps. One man was on his knees and another behind. My foot crunched dead leaves and a man called for me to come closer. Apprehensive I approached. Even very close it was hard to make them out, but touch was enough and a hand felt for my manhood. I bent down, feeling the man on his knees, measuring his size and hardness.

 

The one behind pulled out and played with me, pulling down my pants. I fell to the ground. Four hands moved all over, squeezing, nipping, fingers probing. The one who had been behind, laid on his back, pulling me to sit on his chest. He took me in his mouth, then pushed me back down his body. The friend slicked my cleft and his partners staff and directed it to enter. In my own time, I sat down and impaled myself onto this unknown stranger. The other one came to stand at the side and fed me his member, taking my mind to some strange higher plane as I lost inhibitions.

 

I thought I was going to taste the man, but he pulled out. At the same time the one I was riding pulled me down, his hands running up and down my back. I could feel the other playing with my rear and then suddenly I jumped at a searing pain. The one I was sitting on held me and the other’s weight came down hard. It felt like Isaac going inside me all over again, only somehow bigger.

 

They held me firm, pushing in time together. Pushing and entering, pulling and sliding back, working as a team. Two men inside me. I was shaking, my nerves twitching uncontrollably as they forced my body to give way. My mind roared out of control as together they rammed to a finish. Without knowing and without any joy, I spilled my own seed upon the one below.

 

Laughing a little, they pushed me to one side leaving me lying stunned on the grass and made their way into the darkness.

 

Over towards the woods a painful scream tore through the air. Then another but this time muffled as though a hand closed over the mouth. It went on for a while, gradually trailing off. I decided to go in the opposite direction, pulling myself up and walking away.

 

In a few minutes, my ears picked up the sound of a few men. I was unconcerned as they appeared to be talking and laughing in quiet tones between themselves. I ventured closer. In doing so, it was plain they were enjoying one another, unlike the screams of someone earlier. I picked out a few words I knew, from the west coast of Africa, so I could place them.  Being with slaves since my early youth, I could imitate their way of speaking English perfectly. And, I could get by with a few basic words in half a dozen languages that the newcomers usually spoke.   For all intents and purposes, with my sun bronzed skin, I was just another worker with a light olive coloured complexion.

 

I edged closer and said hello. “Sounds like you are enjoying yourselves”

 

“Come my friend, come and join us” one answered for them all.

 

Carefully I stepped towards the speaker. Many hands came up to touch and pull me down with them, lying on the ground. I took their hands and further, ran mine over their bodies, getting to know where everyone was. There were four, kind of head to toe in a tight circle. Each was using his mouth on the other. The circle opened as I dropped down, hands probed my shorts and more pulled them off.

 

From the painful experience earlier, my wariness lessoned as I found them to be good natured people. There were not many words spoken, but it was an easy gentle atmosphere, all here to give and receive pleasure. Although I could not see them, that side showed straight off.

 

I grasped at manhoods, feeling the differences between them, marvelling at the limitless changes between men I had found thus far.

 

One swallowed me, drawing my attention back to the pleasure at hand. I reached the one nearest and did likewise as best I could. The one taking me was excellent in his touch and the memories of the previous encounter soon felt like it was a year past already. 

 

Having got settled, the one I had taken moved so that I had another, others changing too. But the one who had my staff remained, making me feel he had found something he liked and wanted to keep for now.

 

The next I took was smooth, unlike the coarse haired one moments earlier. I liked the soft skin on his sack and paid it special attention, to indulge myself. As if knowing my likes, the one who had taken me moved first to my eggs and then lower still. His tongue worked to soothe my burned hole, so that the aches I had suffered were soon forgotten.

 

Presently I realised he had found what he wanted, and paid more attention to that part than he had to my member. Overcoming any resistance on my part, I found myself raising one leg to give him full rein. Slowly, I was being taken to a new heaven. His tongue licked all around, then dug inside, repeating again and again.

 

My bowels felt full and although I tried to keep them in check, one particular sensation had me groaning out loud and for a second I relaxed my guard. I felt my innards release some of the fluids. I clenched tight immediately on realising, but my counterpart came upon it. He pushed in hard, making ecstatic noises in contrast to my little embarrassment. Parting my cheeks in a frenzy, he pushed in hard, lapping and sucking with his mouth. Soon it came to me what he wanted. I relaxed myself just a little and let down some more of the fluid the two had left there earlier. Again he groaned in delight, fair ripping my cheeks wider to get to the source.

 

While I could not see myself doing the same, I was giving him what he desired and it was exceeding good for me to feel his mouth and tongue at work. Little by little, I let my bowels go, feeding him a nectar he craved. He went a little mad, in-between  thrusts of his tongue, he muttered a few words. Someone said a word I recognised, to the effect I had been a woman earlier and had been used.

 

In letting go the contents of my insides, I felt so much better. With my earlier tryst, I knew I was probably wide open and I could now feel my counterpart’s tongue deep inside. It gave me a wonderful feeling unlike that I had experienced till now.

 

As good as his mouth felt, he had brought me to a state where my senses wanted more, my magic place needed to be touched, needed to be filled.

 

With another being taking control, I got to me knees and said the word in their tongue for him to use me like the woman. I didn’t want to admit to saying it, but it rolled off my tongue without a thought.

 

He got behind and slowly entered. Every bit as caring as Josh, he pushed home giving me what I needed. Once fully mounted, I grabbed for my erstwhile partner and took him once again into my mouth.

 

Now I had bliss which I wanted never to end. The way he rode made my mind explode with elation. I had the itch that needed that special touch, and I didn’t want it to end.

 

When he could last no more, I moved to the next and took him. Then to the other two in turn. What extremes of pleasure did I endure, beyond anything my mind might have imagined. All my planning and subterfuge at last bringing its rewards.

 

When the fourth had finished, I fell to the ground but in my head, floating on a cloud. They having feasted, got up and said many words of thanks before heading back to the bunkhouses.

 

I laid looking at the stars with a smile on my face, feeling replete as after a good meal. Like I was at the end of a long journey which had commenced that day walking to Bristol so many years before. Isaac was right, in taking the power of other men, somehow I was attaining a new stronger self.

 

 

Chapter 12

 

At long last I made my mind up to go home. Satisfied and exhausted, I could not imagine a man able to have more in one night.

 

I found my shorts, or not my shorts for they were far too small and would not close to the waist. Taking my bearings I set myself for the walk back to Creek Farm and my horse. The moon was only a sliver in the sky, but enough to find my way.  I walked across the green once more to retrace my steps.

 

My reverie was  broken by the sound of men murmuring. In between there was a sound of gasping which I knew signalled pleasures. It was inside the first of the trees right at the edge of the wood. I stopped to listen more. What I heard told me there were many men. Sounds of enjoyment and some noises not so, drifted to my ears.

 

As if I had no control, my feet veered away from the path I’d set and took me towards them.

 

Low murmurings, stifled laughter, gasps of pain all mixed together. The one of pain sounded familiar and had the same tone of scream earlier.

 

There was a large group. I could almost feel the combined heat of their bodies before I could make out any sign of form. They stood in a mass with their attention taken to the middle. I closed in and joined through curiosity.

 

An arm went around my shoulders, bringing me into the crowd. Then another to the other side. Men were speaking under their breaths, crowded around two or three taking pleasure. Sensing I was newly arrived, one whispered it was a new youth who had refused some advance and was being punished for his uncouth refusal.

 

I whispered back that I had heard some scream earlier and asked if this was the same. He told me it was. Some giant of a man had been brought to take the youth down. The young man had been disagreeable from the moment he had arrived at the plantation, so this was fair retribution from everyone.

 

Everyone was the word, for he said they had taken turns with him for a long time, well since I first heard his cry. That was when someone called Julius, who I didn’t know, had taken his virginity. Julius according to my new friend, was the biggest man on the plantation. I had no idea who he meant but still I shivered feeling a connection to the youth being ravaged, as I had been not all that long ago.

 

Feeling more comfortable I began to take notice of those around. I realised that although many were concentrating on the youth, whoever he was, many were engaged in pleasures together. My new friend also wondered about me, his hand casually dropping off my shoulder and down my back to rest in the waist of my shorts. But not for long for soon his fingers slipped over the edge of the material and inched down my cleft. Too late I realised what he was doing and although I twisted to disengage, he fingers hooked into my hole. It stayed my movements less it cause pain. He felt around, slipping first one, then more inside me.

 

A whisper in my ear of the word I had heard before, that I was used as a woman. Still his fingers excited rather than otherwise.

 

“How may?” he leant in and asked.

 

“Some” I uttered.

 

“Feel me” he laughed.

 

I did and found a long member already standing proud of the waist of his garment. He took my hand, pulling me away from the crowd till we came up against a tree.

 

“Will you take me tonight? I’ve heard and seen so much around me but had no relief. Will you?” he pleaded.

 

I couldn’t speak, not being my way to talk with men like this. But he didn’t need one, instead he pressed tight, his mouth found mine then went licking and kissing down my neck and chest.  As we kissed, he became more and more amorous which pleased beyond measure. I responded till we both became alive to the merest touch. Again I was reminded of Josh and made me think they were from the same mould. Succumbing, I allowed him to take down my pants and enter. His long member felt wonderful, filling me with satisfaction and even more desires.  Not one man was like another in the way he entered or used the occasion. Each one it seemed to me, had his own way, making each time like my very first.

 

Indeed, he had a way of moving like no other. He moved his body in circles, yet at the same time he hooked at the end of a stroke, like yanking a fish from the water. The total experience was amazing and had me crying out in ecstasy, notwithstanding the satisfaction I had received earlier.

 

That was my foolishness, for it brought one and then two to investigate my exclamations. On finding how we were, the first lost no time in feeding my mouth. I took it readily. The second took hold of my member beneath, playing me while he worked himself by hand. My partner filled me with his power and pulled out. The one using his hand quickly took his place. I did not object for I was behind in the running somewhat. Then the one in my mouth offered up his load which I thirstily drank.

 

From the corner of my eye, I noticed some more departed the main crowd and joining with us. First one, then another till I was surrounded by my own group. Still, the sounds of the youth receiving his just deserts, filled the air above all else. A succession of one finishing in my mouth and rear repeated itself until I lost count.

 

All were manageable and caused me no apprehension. Then one man stood in front of me, sobering my thoughts, making me blink at his unbelievable size. His thighs were tree trunks and the nudge of his enormous staff at the side of my head was like being hit by a log.

 

From someone at my side I heard the name Julius spoken and a cold shiver ran over my body. But still I imagined that he was just another Isaac. His staff wiped across each side of my face giving me some idea of what he possessed. Then the head  pushed my jaw wide open to enter. But only that. It was astonishingly large, so much so that it was all I could manage. I could taste he was not clean but that was by the by. All my attention was taken on managing his thrusts into my mouth. I even forgot about the one taking my rear.

 

He played with me so, wiping it across my face, pushing in the head for my tongue to humour time after time. 

 

But then he tired of the game. His hand went to the back of my head grabbing a handful of hair. He pulled back my head so hard I thought it would snap. I stared at the stars till he bent slightly over and pushed in his staff. I gagged on it reaching the back of my mouth, but finding resistance he simply jammed himself in. My neck was breaking but he gave no quarter. He pushed hard each thrust, cutting off my breathing. Beyond all possibility, he pushed it right down my throat. I wretched and vomited, but he would not let up. My head pulled and twisted, loosing hands full of hair with every turn as he fought to keep me still.

 

He pulled out and paused long enough for me to take a breath, then slammed back in to hold it fully embedded motionless for what seemed hours. The motion was repeated time and again till I felt feint through lack of air.

 

Then it was all over, he pulled out to leave me choking. It felt like the calm in a storm for that is what it was. Whoever was mounting my rear was roughly pulled away and this Julius fellow slammed his member fully home. I wanted to scream the same as I had heard earlier in the evening. All my experiences thus far were to no avail, my passage was ripped as though I was a virgin. Again and again he did this till my body felt it was coming apart, my innards were being torn bringing unimagined agony. I tried to cry out but was still choking from the mauling he had given my throat.

 

Even so, some around were jostling to take his vacated place, between the choking and retching. This Julius fellow rammed and slammed into my body making my guts sear with fire. On and on he went till senses began to numb, my surroundings gradually blurred and the mutterings of those around faded into foggy haze.

 

My eyes opened briefly. All around was still, the breaking rays of sunrise turning the drops of dew into pearls. It looked beautiful.

 

………………

 

The next I opened them I was in my bed, with the faces of Isaac, Josh and Kiko looking forlorn.

 

Once coherent, Isaac asking how I felt. I could not reply, frighteningly my throat would not make any sounds. I begged a pen and something to write with. Slowly I scribbled and asked why they were all here.

 

He explained that I had been lost for a day, till my horse had been found at Creek Farm and a search made from there. Isaac put two and two together and had people look around the bunkhouses. Finally they found me after in the afternoon, naked in the woods looking for all the world, dead.

 

That was three days past. Now I had opened my eyes for the first time but could not speak. As my surroundings and memories became clearer, the aches from my body stung their presence.  The very air passing in and out of my mouth burned like a hell. I moaned when my rear muscles clenched, sending me in agony. Isaac looked on silently, a tear running down his cheek.

 

Kiko reached over and wiped my sweating brow. I managed a noise in despair, regretting the stupid things I had done. Josh I now noticed standing to one side, his  eyes red and tearful, bent forward and dropped some water into my mouth. Isaac told me not to try and talk, that everything was going to be fine. The looks on their faces told my fuddled mind a different story.

 

A heat swept over my body letting senses slip away. Still my mind spoke back, why had I left the three people that loved me, and I loved in return. Why had I embarked on that dangerous foolish journey. I had all that a man could wish right here in my house, but I had to go out and look for more. Looking for more when there was nothing better than I already had. 

 

A mist edged closer in. I vowed to myself, if I came through this I would honour my friends and not do anything so stupid again. If there was a god, please let my friends see me again.

 

Kiko sobbing, took my hand and gently squeezed. Suddenly the warmth of his touch felt comforting, a serene peacefulness enveloped my body and the pains and torments evaporated. A warm white mist crept across my vision and a deep sleep beckoned my troubled mind.

 

Please, let them hear me say goodbye.

 

The End