Plantation Owner's Son - Part 1, The

Plantation owners son sold to slavers.

Chapter one, sold into slavery

I guess deep down inside I knew that my father’s plantation was in deep financial trouble Dad’s pride prevented him from ever actually telling me so then late one night the slave traders arrived and my life changed forever…

Slave traders are considered by southern folk to be the lowest of the low, even worse then the white trash that inhabits the swamp land on the other side of the river. Their lowly status in our respected society accounts for why the men arrived late at night and under the cover darkness. No self respecting plantation owner would want to be seen doing business with them. I only realized that they were at our home when I discovered them sitting at our dining table as I came down for breakfast the following morning.

There were three of them, a very old man perhaps in his seventies; he was a white man and very fearsome looking. The other two were younger and they both had coal black skin and were very large. Confused as to who these people might be, I looked across at my dad who was sitting at the opposite side of the table, for an explanation, but none was forthcoming.

I hadn’t been expecting guests and I wasn’t appropriately attired, in fact I was wearing only a calico night shirt of a length that fell barely below my thighs, but I may as well have been naked after the lustful stares from the three men stripped me. So embarrassed was I that my almost translucent white skin turned scarlet red as I felt their eyes devour me.

“Callum! I didn’t expect you to be up this early, son” My father exclaimed, surprised. His expression indicated that he was obviously very embarrassed by the blatant sexual stares that his cute fourteen year old son was receiving from his unsightly guests.

“uhm, sorry papa I didn’t realize you have guests, I’ll have breakfast in the dining room” I stammered, as I shuffled backwards out of the room.

The old man cocked his head slightly and the black man sitting next to him suddenly stood up and towered over me… “Don’t be foolish lad, a fine looking youngster like you, it’s a site for these weathered old eyes, you don’t want to deprive an old man of such a simple pleasure,  surely?” he asked, his voice full of sarcasm, as the black man moved behind me blocking my exit.

I looked at father for help, expecting to see him retaliate and to take control, but father looked defeated and instead stared silently down at the table cloth as if noticing it for the first time. The black man put his hands around my waist and physically walked me across to the chair so as I was seated between the old man and the second slave trader.

The old man reached over me and took hold of my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes, and in there depths I saw the unfathomable cruelty and the loathsome heart of a trader of human souls. I thought to my self, “oh father what are you doing with these horrible men?”

‘Such a fine looking young lad, have you put him to the wenches yet?” he asked looking across at my father. I blushed an even darker shade of red.

Father was still refusing to look at me, “no, he hasn’t shown any interest as yet, perhaps in another year or so”.

“Perhaps, the lad would prefer to be bedded by the bucks!” the old man said snickering, embarrassing me further.

“Tell me lad, would you prefer to spend an evening with a well hung black buck? Brutus here has a hankering for pretty young lads, especially baby-faced white boys, don’t you Brutus?” I glanced to Brutus who was leering at me.

“Well speak up boy! Which is it wenches or bucks that you desire?” he asked firmly.

Before I could answer Brutus slid his giant black hand up onto my thigh. I nearly jumped out my chair when I felt his rough calloused hand fondle my naked testicles, as my breath caught in my throat and I couldn’t reply.

Brutus went further and grasped my penis between his thumb and fore finger, he squeezed it hard, and much to my disgust my body betrayed me and my cock sprang to life, it was instantly erect, but I still couldn’t utter a reply. Suddenly I felt the old mans hand move to my groin and squeeze me.

“Ah, I see your body has answered for you!” He said grinning lasciviously.

“LEAVE THE BOY ALONE!” My dad suddenly yelled out, “Callum go to your room this instant.”

“Yes father” I stammered, attempting to stand up, but Brutus blocked me from leaving.

My father looked threateningly at Brutus as he exchanged glances with the old-man; Brutus smiled and let go of me. Free now, I hurried out of the room and no one including my father failed to notice the tent at the front of my night shirt.

Even though I was terrified by these men, I was also very curious as to why they were at our home, so instead of climbing the stairs to go to my room, I went outside and around to the kitchen door , tip-toed through to the dining room entrance where I stood silently listening to the conversation on the other side.

“It’s tantamount to thievery” bellowed my father, “two thousand dollars for ten slaves? Hard working healthy slaves are worth many times that which you are offering, if put to auction on the blocks at the sale yard and you damn well know it sir”

“Well might I suggest that you take them and sell them on the blocks, at this moment in time supply outstrips demand and slaves are in abundance. Besides I happen to have it on good authority that a certain bank is about to foreclose on your plantation, so under the circumstances you should be thanking me for doing you a favor”. The old man said sanctimoniously.

In a violent rage dad stood up and moved towards the old man, suddenly Brutus and Nero were on their feet blocking the path between my dad and the old slave trader.

“Get out of my way slave, or I’ll have you whipped to within an inch of your life!” Dad threatened as his temper took flight. But neither Brutus nor Nero as much as flinched, a cruel smile crept across Brutus face.

The old man, realizing that things were getting out of hand, suddenly waved his hand in a back-of-gesture at his two slaves, “sit down boys, and let the voice of reason be triumphant here.” He said with a placatory tone to his voice.

“It seems to me sir you have an amount of money that you need to get you out of your delicate situation, if I had the Wisdom of Solomon I could guess at that very amount of money and we could arrive at a mutually satisfactory payment. However I may be as old as Solomon but sadly I lack his wisdom, so please enlighten and tell me exactly what you have in mind?”

Clearly this was a part of the old mans strategy, or rather his negotiation process. He knew that the plantation owners despised slave-traders and he enjoyed rubbing their noses in their misfortune at having to deal with him.

My father glared at him, then sat down, accepting the peace offering. “Well sir as we obviously have dispensed with the niceties, I will cut to the chase, I need at least four thousand dollars but I can only sell you one half of my slaves as I require the rest to keep the plantation viable.”

It was the old mans turn to look incredulous, “sir you must be jesting, all of your niggers combined are not worth four thousand dollars.   Its impossible, Brutus, Nero, get my rig ready we leave immediately.”

“ No wait, please, there must be some kind of mutually acceptable arrangement we can arrive at, if I can’t pay the bank by the end of the month they will repossess my property I will be ruined.” Pleaded my father…

As he was standing up, the old man hesitated, “what else have you to sell?”  An idea was forming in his devious, profiteering mind.

“I could sell you some land, the east paddock, it has a small cottage on it and is by the river, its excellent grazing land, easily worth five thousand dollars.” Father offered hopefully.

The old man laughed, “Sir I am a nomad, I do not plant my roots anywhere that they cannot be shifted in haste”.

Suddenly my father looked a lot older then his 47 years, in fact he looked older then the slave trader he was selling his soul to.

“The boy” The slave trader paused letting the words linger in the air as he savored the moment. “I have use of a pretty young thing such as him; perhaps we could discuss that possibility?”

At first my father looked confused and then as realization dawned on him his expression changed to enraged. Father opened his mouth to speak, but changed his mind and closed it again, after a long silence father stammered “what do you mean, you have use of him, what kind of use?”

I realized that they were discussing me and I felt an icy cold hand close around my heart, was my papa actually considering selling me to a slave trader, like some common field slave?

“The use I have in mind is better left unsaid,” the old man responded slyly.

Reality was slow coming to my father, “you mean that you want my boy for a slave, a sex slave? “ Father asked incredulously. “That’s, that’s, illegal it can’t happen in this country”.

“Its only ILLEGAL if the boy is white” the old man replied.

“Off course my son is white, any mothers fool can see that, the boy’s mother bless her soul is or rather was of good southern stock,” my father declared with a certain air of pride.

“The boy is only white because you say it so, just as easily you could put his lineage into question and declare him a mulatto, in which case he can be sold like any other nigger.”

My dad was incredulous, he looked a lot of things but he wasn’t saying no either…

“How much money would you pay for the boy?” Father asked almost in a whisper.

It was at that moment that I realized the true extent of my father’s desperation and his ruthless commitment to saving his precious plantation, even if it were to cost him me, his only son and heir.

The old man smiled, “How much I am prepared to pay depends largely on whether the boy is suited to my needs, but I must say from my brief examination and my gut instinct I would say he is. I shall pay you what you require to remedy your situation, and not a dollar more.”

Father acquiesced and looked defeated, “I don’t want him to know, not until after you take him away, I never wish to see or hear of him again, do you understand me?”

“I am sure that can be arranged, but first we must be certain he is suitable for the purpose I have in mind, send the boy to my room this evening and we will confirm his, lets say, persuasions.”

I could no longer listen, my mind was overloaded with horrible thoughts and images. I was angry, I was upset, I felt betrayal. As fast as I could I ran from the kitchen and up to my room. I would run away and never have to see my father or this horrible plantation ever again. I would go north where it would be safe for me.

Up in my room I hastily packed a small carpet bag with clothes and my treasures that I had accumulated in my 14 year life. I left the house by the servant’s entrance and hastily made for the river. I didn’t really have a plan as such, other then getting as far away from my father and this horrible arrangement he was making for me.

For all of first day and most of the second day of flight I followed the river traveling north. The first night I slept under a huge weeping willow tree and washed my body clean in the river. Three days later I was tired and exhausted but I was very well satisfied with the progress that I had made. I estimated that I traveled nearly 40 miles north of our property. I knew that eventually I would have to leave the river when it turned south and I would need to continue going north, but now I was in uncharted waters, I had never been this far away from our plantation. I knew that I would have to go past Edinville where the railway line was, so I figured I would continue going north, nor east, until I crossed the rail line.

Unfortunately my escape was short lived, it was around dawn of the fourth morning, weariness was setting in and subsequently I had overslept, suddenly I was awakened by a toe nudging me hard in my ribs.

“Is it him?” I heard a voice say.

“Well, he sure don’t look like no nigger to me, maybe he’s one of those albino’s” I heard a second voice mutter with a white-trash southern accent.

As I opened my eyes I saw see two grubby unshaven men looking down at me, One of which was very overweight while the other looked almost emaciated.

“I’m no nigger, my name is Callum Macintosh I am from Crestheart plantation and my pappy will have you flogged if you lay so much as a finger on me” I sounded off a hollow threat.

Simultaneously the two men burst into laughter, “yeah tis him for sure, he’s gone and confessed an all” The emaciated looking one stated proudly, as if he had outsmarted me.

“Get up nigger” he said as he viciously kicked me in the side, I winced in pain.

“Take it easy Joe, the reward is only good if the boy is untouched” stated the large fat man.

I got to my feet and glared at them, “leave me alone I stammered, edging away from them until I backed up into the tree and could go no further.

“Is it true that you be a pussy boy, you give your ass to anyone, maybe I could get me some before we take you back to your master for a whupping, what you say boy, want some fine southern cock in your ass?” The thin one said making lewd gestures as he clutched his groin.

“Touch me and I will have you killed, do you hear me,” I threatened them again, but they laughed even louder.

I guessed that some of my threats must sunk in though, because suddenly they seemed to be in a hurry to be away. My hands were roughly tied behind my back and a rope placed around my neck, which they tied to the pommel of the fat mans saddle.

At first we set out at a trot, each time I slowed down the rope tightened around my neck and I was jerked forward, cutting off my air supply. Eventually they did slow down I suspect that they feared what old slave trader would do to them if I were to be delivered to him damaged.

About an hour after setting out, we passed a family traveling in a fancy buggy, the fat man tipped his hat at the gentleman in the front seat and nodded to the lady sitting next to him, a small girl sitting in the back stared curiously at me.

“Why is that boy tied up” she asked innocently..

“Now Charlotte, don’t go asking these gentleman about their business,” her father admonished her.

‘Its ok sir, this is a run away slave and we are taking him back to his master, where he more then likely will get a good flogging” he offered in his best southern manner.

“But the boy looks white” the father stated, perplexed.

“I am white, my name is Callum Macintosh and these here men are kidnapping me” I wanted to say more but I was yanked off my feet by the rope tied around my neck.

“Shut your mouth you lying nigger” growled the fat-man.

“He’s one of them there albino niggers, he ain’t white he just looks it”

I couldn’t believe that they could possibly mistake me for being black, my skin is so pale that you can see my veins under my skin, my eyes are green and my hair is a reddish blond, which I inherited from my Irish mother. “No it’s not true their lying” I wailed as tears streamed down my cheeks as I climbed back up to my feet.

“I said shut your mouth boy” the fat man said as once again he jerked me off my feet by pulling hard on my neck rope.

The gentleman in the carriage looked uncertain as to what he should do, but considering that he had his young daughter and his wife in the carriage with him, he was in no position to play the hero, so instead he tipped his hat at the two bounty hunters and wished them a good day as he tightened the reins and urged his horses to move on, I kneeled down on the muddy earth and stared at them disappearing down the road, I was in complete despair.

The thin man got down of his horse and lifted me up by the hair causing me to cry out in pain, “next time you try a stunt like that boy I am going to cut your balls off! Do you understand?” he growled menacingly.

But I didn’t respond, I just stared at my boots… “Do you understand nigger?”

“Yes” I murmured with a barely audible whisper..

“Good, now let’s get moving we have another ten miles to cover tonight”

I lost track of time, we passed more curious onlookers but I didn’t make the same mistake as before and I never uttered a sound, I stared at my boots and was thankful for the short respite as the bounty hunters exchanged pleasantries with the passer’s by.

Not long before dusk we came upon a column of slaves tethered together by their neck chains. Much to my dismay at the very front of the column was the old man in his cart, and riding on either side of him were Brutus and Nero.

“Ah I see you have found my property, “said the old man gleefully as he climbed down from the cart, Brutus and Nero dismounted, “I hope for the sake of your miserable hides you haven’t molested him in anyway, if you have Brutus here will be shoving more then just his cock up your ass, do you understand me?” the old man threatened.

The fat-man gulped as he looked at Brutus, “sir we caint vouch for what happened before we found the boy but I can assure you we ain’t touched him in no way.” The Slave trader carefully scrutinized the man speaking then he glanced at the thinner man who nodded eagerly to confirm that what was being said was true, I hadn’t been harmed.

Satisfied that the pair were not lying, the Slave trader walked over to me and lifted my chin up and looked into my face, I must have looked awful; fourteen years of living a comfortable life with servants to provide for my every need had not prepared me for a fifteen mile run tethered to the fat mans horse.

“Son, My name be Sam Ambroise, this here be Brutus and that one with no tongue be Nero, your pappy done sold you to me and you is now my property. You is a nigger and I have a piece of paper to prove it, do you understand me?”

I opened my mouth to argue, but correctly gauged the old mans mood and instead nodded my ascent.

“Good, now Brutus, take the brat to the river and wash him and bed him down, tomorrow we shall see what his inclinations are, and Brutus I mean tomorrow, do you understand?”

Brutus looked disappointed, but he knew the old man well enough to not risk disobeying him, “yes master, the boy is safe, for now…”

Brutus untied the knot around my neck and dragged-carried me down to the river. He literally tore my boots off and threw them into the river, “They’re my boots I need them” I complained.

“Nigger don’t wear no boots,”

“Don’t you people understand, I am not a nigger and I am not his property, my daddy is going to have you flogged when he finds out what you have done?” I said exasperated.

“well boy, it seems your daddy has found out that you aint his after all and that your mumma liked the black studs, your real daddy was a mulatto so you is a nigger and your pappy gone and sold you to my master so now you his property, sooner you understand that boy the better off you be”

I stared at him in disbelief, “you’re lying you stinking nigger,” I said angrily.

Brutus slapped me hard across the face and I fell to the ground with tears streaming down my cheeks. “We shall see tomorrow night, brat, who the stinking nigger is,” Then he yanked down his britches and let his cock flop out into my view. I stared in disbelief; it was the largest cock I had ever seen, even as I stared at it, it grew longer and longer.

“Like this boy? It’s gonna be stuck up your tight pretty boy ass by this time tomorrow night” he laughed as he waved it back and forth in front of me.

I was reeling, a part of me was terrified by the site of his huge cock, but another part was stirring feelings within me that I couldn’t explain. Brutus pulled down my britches and saw that my cock had become erect; it was miniscule compared to his huge serpent and Brutus laughed when he saw it, “yeah boy the master was right about you”.

Brutus bodily picked me up and threw me into the river, not even bothering to ask if I could swim. For a brief moment I considered swimming to safety on the opposite bank, but with no clothes and after my earlier run and with no where to run I decided to wait for a better opportunity to escape. After all to a fourteen year old boy being seen running away naked was unthinkable.

I stayed in the river for as long as I could, letting the cool water wash the dirt and filth from my body. Even as a small child I always loathed being dirty, I can’t really say why, I just did. When Brutus finally beckoned me to get out, I did, I wasn’t going to risk enraging him again. He let me get dressed but refused to let me wear my drawers, “niggers don’t wear no drawers” he said, as he threw them into the river. I watched them float downstream, sometime in the night they would cross paths with my boots, perhaps miles away in the ocean.

Brutus led back to the main camp, where fifty or so slaves were tethered together; they had iron shackles around their necks and chains around their ankles. All sorts of folks were there, young men, old men, ladies, girls and boys. The one thing they all had in common was that they looked beaten; all hope was missing from within their eyes.

Sam Ambroise was waiting for us.

“Lets see what I have bought, Nero strip the brat.” He said turning to the large slave.

Nero never spoke or uttered a sound, I found out later he was a dumb mute. He walked over to me and lifted my arms high above my head so as I was standing on the tips of my toes, suspended by my wrists. With his free hand he grabbed hold of my shirt front and with one rip tore my shirt completely off. My britches soon followed. The tethered slaves were all watching with curiosity; no doubt they had never seen a naked white boy before.

Sam approached me, he squeezed my chin hard forcing my mouth open, examining my teeth. “He’s got a mighty pretty mouth Brutus, don’t ya think.” Brutus grinned at his master. Next the old man ran his hands down my chest, pinching my nipple painfully and causing me to yelp in pain. I can hardly explain why but the pain, much to my embarrassment, was causing my cock to harden. This did not go unnoticed by the slave traders.

“Like that do you boy?” said the old main as he pinched my other nipple with his left hand. By this time my cock was rock hard and all 3 inches of it was jutting straight out from my body, causing them to laugh. “The little slut wants cock Brutus, do you think we can accommodate him?”

“Yes master, I aint going to touch my bone till I get my hands on the little slut, saving all my juice for that pretty little mouth and ass” Brutus said huskily.

I blushed with embarrassment, but my penis stayed hard.

“Speaking of ass lets have a look Nero” the old man said rotating his hand in a turning motion indicating he wanted me flipped over.

Nero picked me up by the waist with one hand and flipped me upside down so as my head was nearly touching the ground as he transferred his grip to my ankles, holding me spread eagle and upside down. The old man reached over and grabbed my butt cheeks, which he pulled them apart to get a better view of my hole.

“His asshole is nearly as pretty as his mouth, and it looks tight as a squirrel hole” he said.

With that said Sam worked his finger into my butthole, and I screamed in pain as his finger pushed deeper into me, all the way in to his knuckle. “The boys a virgin no doubt, we ain’t got no use for a virgin where you are going boy, but don’t despair Brutus is going to fix that for you.”

“The boy aint got no hair either, that makes him even more valuable, he likely aint ever going to get any either after we done with him” Brutus said in a conspirators voice.

The old man frowned, “don’t go scaring the boy now Brutus, for the moment these little jewels are safe, “he said as he squeezed my balls.

The old man suddenly looked tired, “ok Nero, put the boy down, get him shackled up, neck shackle only, don’t want those pretty little ankles scarred up none.”

As he put me down I bent over to pick up my britches but Brutus stopped me, “nigger slave boys dun wear no britches” he scowled at me, as he kicked them out of my reach. It seemed to me that they wanted to do everything possible to humiliate me, it occurred to me that it was perhaps how they break the spirit, of the new slaves, It sort of reminded me of how my father broke in horses at home.

Nero returned from the cart with a metal neck brace, he was gone a while as he had trouble finding one small enough to fit around my skinny throat, finally he managed one that was two sizes to large at least it wouldn’t cut into my skin.

“Now boy, there is just one more thing to attend to before we let you get some rest for the night, you is my property now and in case you have any fancy ideas about running away we need to mark you as my property”

“Mark me?” I stuttered in disbelief. “You cant, please I beg you I’ll do anything but please don’t hurt me” I begged.

“Well boy, unlike Brutus and Nero here I aint exactly inclined towards boy pussy, but thanks for the offer. Just the same boy you are going to wear my brand for the rest of your days.

Nero once again grabbed hold of me, and in front of the entire camp I was bent over a log like a beast on a farm and held down with my butt poking into the air. Brutus handed Nero a red hot iron with a circle and a number inside, in complete utter terror I waited with my eyes clamped shut bent over a stump as Nero lowered the glowing hot iron onto my right buttock cheek, I screamed in pain as I felt it burn into me and I smelled the awful smell of burning flesh. Thankfully sometime during this awful experience I feinted dead away, for a short time I felt no more pain. Unbeknownst to me I was now labeled SA1254, the property of Sam Ambroise slave no 1254.

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Continued in, no longer a virgin.