Southern Plantation - The Series

"Mr. Thomas! Here's the bosses new orders!" yells Paul as he rides into the plantation with 7 slaves, 5 male and 2 women. Thomas rides over slowly on his horse, stopping right in front of his new 'workers'. He gets down from the horse, whip in hand to inspect his boss's delivery. "Nice batch he picked this time around, nice strong looking men and the women look just right for breeding." Thomas looks over to Paul with a grin. "We starting a new breeding program here so spread the word, ya hear. Line em up for me now. Let me get a good look over." Paul obliged jumping down off his horse lining the shackled slaves up in a line. As he inspected the slaves one in particular caught his eye, a young slave about 20 or so. "Where is this one from?" Thomas asked the delivery man. "Oh him and this one here are from an Island down there south of Florida. There's been a lot of revolts down there sir and they been moving the slaves out sir."

Thomas called a couple of slaves over and had them show the new slaves where they would be living. "Show them their rooms and then I want them in the fields." He told them. Maybe 15 minutes or so later, out came the slaves, as they made their way out to the fields; Thomas stood in the shade, watching over them as they toiled away in the blazing hot son. Even he broke a sweat, while in the shade of the giant Oak tree. Nonetheless he watched them closely, paying close attention to how they interacted with the other slaves. He noticed that two of the slaves from the island only really communicated with each other, he found this curious and wanted to know why that was. Unfortunately for him it would take weeks for him to discover the truth, and when he did it completely shocked him.

One night while on watch he noticed that Jacob the young slave that had caught his eye a couple days before, was creeping through the night over to the quarters of the older slave they had named Henry. Thomas first reaction was to stop Jacob in his tracks but he really wanted to see why the slave was out so late. So he stood back in the shadows and watched as Jacob knocked then enter Henry's quarters. Thomas waited awhile before he quietly walked over to the single wooden shack, he looked down the row of shacks to make sure no one was watching him then proceeded to peer through the hole in the wooden siding. He could see Jacob wrapped in the arms of Henry and their lips wrestling with each other. Thomas had never seen such a thing and had no idea what to do, or exactly what was going on so he just stood there watching, in shock, mouth dangling open. Curious as to what would happen next as they caressed and made out in each other's arm; their shadows danced on the wall from the candle that provided their light source.

Jacob in time descended to his knees unwrapping Henrys rope that held up his pants, causing them to fall around his ankle, almost immediately his dick flung out pointing straight at Jacobs mouth. Henry wasted no time feeding his friend, filling his mouth with all the meat his mouth could stand to inhale. Thomas stood there mouth still hung a gape, in awe of the way Jacobs mouth traveled along Henrys dick. He himself had never experienced such a thing but could tell by the every changing expressions displayed on Henrys face that it was very pleasurable. Thomas eyes never left the steamy scene unfolding in front of his eyes but his mind wondered how Jacob could fit something so long and fat all the way in his mouth. It was mind boggling.

The field master continued to watch as Henry pulled Jacob up to his feet; gently kissing him on his lips, just a little peck. Then he backed up over to the straw bed and got on all fours. Curious as to what he would see next he continued to watch as Jacob's face disappeared between Henrys ass, causing him to throw his head back and bellow out a deep moan.

Slurps and smacks filled the room as the light gleamed over their muscular bodies. Thomas felt his temperature rising, and the sweat begin to build up over his brow. His pants tightened as his little white dick harden. He walked away from the hole in the shack, shook his leg trying to get his dick to soften. He told himself what they were doing was wrong and that he, nor they should be enjoying it. He walked back over to his post, determined to ignore what was happening in the slave shack. Needless to say it only took about ten minutes for that curiosity to get the best of him.

He slowly made his way back across the field, creeping in the moonlight, careful not to wake the hounds on his way over to the shack, finding another hole to peak threw. But no longer was Jacob chewing out Henry, no he was on top of him biting his bottom lip as he rose up and down winding his hips on Henrys very thick meat.

Thomas eyes grew two sizes bigger, and so did his dick, at least it felt like it, hard as it got. He eventually pulled it out massaging it as he watched his workers put on a show. Henry rough hands ran down Jacobs back, and his tongue ran down his chest. Jacob in return, hands gripped his lovers thick hair, as he rode that log deep and slow, Thomas watched as Jacob body tremble at the touch of Henry.

Who hands managed to slid low, gripping and pulling Jacobs ass open giving Thomas a clear view of the feeding it was receiving. It must of needed that feeding, the way that hole slobbed all over that slaves dick, coating it in a thick cream. The overseer couldn't take it any more. He released his cum all over the side of the shack along with a loud groan. He stood there shuddering. He'd never busted a nut like that.

Upon hearing the loud groan, Jacob quickly jumped out of Henrys' lap, and off his dick; they both quick dressed themselves.

Scared at what would happened if they were caught. Jacob grabbed his belongings and quietly headed back to his shack. He was almost there, when seemingly out of no where Thomas walked up and stopped him. "State your business boy." Thomas looked up and him "Lamp sir. No lamp sir." Thomas knew the truth but he let him go, he knew he'd want to see him and Henry again.

It didn't take long before Thomas himself had a change of heart about the sexual acts he witness. Then an even shorter time before Thomas... himself was on that same straw bed, with one knee touching his chin and the other next to his ear. The young overseer struggled to find comfort as Henry unmercifully assaulted his inside. Bouncing inside him from great heights, recklessly thrusting dick inside his 'Boss!' Who hollers had to be muffled with a handful of cotton. He fucked his ass bloody then pushes him out his shacked, barely able to walk. Henry laid there in the grass for what seemed like a hour, staring up at the star lite sky, trying with all his might to stand. It took another hour before he was able. Leaning up against the shack he just got thrown out of. He chuckled with happiness, for a second there he thought his walking days were over. He manages to crawl back to his housing, with blood and a Black man's cum trailing down his inner thigh. All Thomas could think to himself was, "I want more."