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Chapter 5: Jacob

James was having a hell of a nightmare.

Dreams during daytime naps always seem the most disturbing, but
this was unusually intense. James tossed and moaned in his sleep,
the naked slumbering bodies of Elijah and Thad still pulled
against his body.

James was kneeling on the dusty wooden floor, fucking Elijah on
all fours just as he had no more than an hour earlier while the
boy’s little brother sat in the chair and watched.

Only instead of Thad sitting on the chair, it was James’s MOTHER,
who’d died from yellow fever when he was twenty years old.
Growing up, his father was always away on long business trips to
England, leaving free adult hardcore image gallery his mother to raise him alone. James had never
been as close to another human being as he’d been to his mother,
and it took him two years before his heart-wrenching grief dulled
into a more general, bearable sadness.

James was horrified at his mother’s unexpected presence in this
perverse, embarrassing context. He stopped fucking Elijah and
looked at his mother with the shocked and apologetic expression
of a toddler who’s just been caught in an act of disobedience.
Instead of looking angry and appalled, however, his mother
retained the calm, angelic expression she almost always had on
her face when alive. She merely looked sad and disappointed,
which made her son feel all the more ashamed.

“James Arthur Stampley,” she said in the scolding tone no son
ever wants to hear from the mother he loves. “What are you
doing??? I realize I’ve abandoned you for the last ten years, but
I know I raised you better than this! Why are you hurting that
poor Negro boy???”

James opened his mouth to free adult hardcore image gallery explain, but no words would come out.
He tried to pull his dick out of Elijah, but his body was frozen
to his slave-boy’s in mid-fuck.

“Didn’t I teach you about the Golden Rule, son?” his mother
continued in a soft, sad voice. “Didn’t I tell you to treat ALL
God’s creatures with kindness, no matter how dark or light their
skin might be colored? Didn’t I raise you better than to do such
vile things to a helpless Negro boy?”

James struggled frantically to disentangle his body from
Elijah’s, which now felt cold and limp like a corpse’s. Sounds of
apology and explanation choked in his throat.

“And such words I heard come out of your mouth!” his mother
exclaimed, shaking her head in disappointment. “Such ugly,
hateful words! Treating this cute little Negro boy worse than
you’d treat a dog or a horse! What have you turned into, son?”

Tears of shame and remorse ran down James’s face. Finally words
came to him and he cried out, “I’m sorry, Mama! free adult hardcore image gallery Please forgive
me, Mama! I’m so weak, Mama, and the temptation was so strong.
Please forgive me, Mama!”

“You know what must be done, James,” his mother said quietly.

“What?!? What must I do, Mama? Please tell me what to do!” James
begged.

“You know what must be done,” was all she said in reply. She
repeated this mysterious mantra over and over.

“Tell me, Mama! Please tell me! I’m so sorry, Mama, I’m so sorry!
I’m so sorry……..”

James was shouting his apologies when he felt two tiny hands
tugging on his arm.

“Wake up, Massuh James! You’se just havin’ a bad dream!” he heard
a child’s voice coming from above him.

James’s eyes shot open in terror and confusion. He saw the faces
of Thad and Elijah looking down at him with concern. As soon as
he remembered where he was, he bolted into a sitting position and
looked at the wooden chair still sitting in the middle of the
bedroom. It was empty. He lay back down, forehead free adult hardcore image gallery still covered
in sweat and chest still heaving from the emotional exertions of
his nightmare.

Normally the presence of the two gorgeous slave-boys still nude
and sitting at his sides would have been a welcome comfort after
an unpleasant dream. But this afternoon was different. Thad and
Elijah were reminders of his guilt, and he wanted desperately to
be alone with the thoughts of his dead mother. He looked at the
stopwatch on the table beside the bed and saw that it was already
2:15 p.m., nearly time for them to leave before Abel would come
to clean the room.

“I’d like for you boys to go now,” James said wearily.

Unmistakable looks of relief crossed both boys’ faces. Elijah and
Thad scrambled to retrieve their scattered clothes. James almost
regretted his decision when he saw Elijah’s beautiful dick — now
crusted with cum, spit, and his little brother’s ass-juices
dangling heavily as Elijah lifted his legs into his pants. James
glanced at Thad, whose perfectly rounded bottom wiggled in the
air as free adult hardcore image gallery he bent over to collect his pants. The recollection of
Elijah’s thick dark dick forcing its way into the little bum
flashed across James’s mind, making his dick stir with its own
curiosity to explore the forbidden pleasures of Thad’s
ten-year-old ass.

The memory of his disappointed mother chased this momentary lust
away, however, and he turned to stare out the window at the
afternoon sun. He looked back as the two brothers, now clothed in
their tattered rags, started to leave the room.

“Oh, and Elijah……..” James said hurriedly.
“Don’t……..don’t worry about coming back tonight.”

Elijah looked startled, and could barely disguise his joy at the
news. It had been ten nights since he’d enjoyed a peaceful
night’s sleep in his own bed.

“I’m afraid I’m not feeling well,” James added, looking back out
the window. “I’ll send someone for you when I want to see you
again.”

“You gonna look for Daddy, like you promised us?” Elijah asked
shyly, hoping his curiosity wouldn’t enrage Master James and ruin
the night’s free adult hardcore image gallery temporary freedom.

“I’ll……..I’ll see what I can do, Elijah,” James said
guiltily, still looking away from the boys. “I enjoyed meeting
you, Thad,” he added, turning back for one last look at the
beautiful little boy he had so far just barely touched.

“Thank you, Massuh James,” Thad whispered, his eyes frozen on the
ground. His asshole was still throbbing with pain, and he was
impatient to get to the creek where he could clean and cool its
fiery discomfort.

After the boys left, James put on his clothes, stripped the
bed-sheets, grabbed clean clothes, and headed downstairs to his
private bathroom in the east wing of the house. He’d ordered Abel
to have a hot bath waiting for him every day at three o’clock.

As he sank his weary body into the hot water of his tin washtub
nearly twice the size of the one he’d seen Abel use James
reflected on his behavior with Elijah and Thad earlier that day.

In the calm of his sleeping sex free adult hardcore image gallery drive (thanks to his recently
emptied balls), James’s domination and degradation of the two
brothers seemed like the actions of a cruel madman, someone
separate from and offensive to the sensibilities of the good
person he felt himself to be at that moment.

Deep down, James knew he still believed slavery was evil. He knew
he still believed in the ideals of human equality that made
America, still in its infancy, such a unique and wonderful
country. He knew that he didn’t REALLY believe a smart, handsome,
good-natured boy like Elijah was a “dumb nigger” or “dirty
pickaninny.”

In fact, he felt a strong pang of affection just thinking of the
boy’s cute stories, told in that raspy voice somewhere between a
boy’s and a man’s. He wanted to know every action, thought, and
feeling of Elijah’s young life, inside and out. This is absurd,
he thought to himself. What would people think if they knew a
wealthy, now-powerful slave-owner like himself was spending every
waking moment obsessing over a 14-year-old Negro boy? free adult hardcore image gallery

Then again, he reassured himself, switch the gender and his was a
story countless other slave-owners experienced in secret. He
recalled reading the novel CLOTEL by William Wells Brown, along
with other narratives of ex-slaves distributed by his
Abolitionist friends, and hearing numerous lectures by former
slaves in Boston. Even though people didn’t talk about it,
everybody knew Masters raped their slaves. For proof, all one had
to do was look at the dozens of shades of color in the Negro
population. In 1855, it was nearly impossible to find a purebred
African anymore.

But what the slave narratives and lectures documented, the thing
that few white folks wanted to admit, was the frequency with
which Masters, sons, overseers, wives, and daughters fell
insanely and obsessively in love with their slaves. With whites
and Negroes living and working together in such unnatural
intimacy, it was a wonder it didn’t happen MORE frequently.
Obsessive love is destructive even in the most equal of romantic
partnerships, but add to it slavery’s gift to one partner free adult hardcore image gallery of
complete power over the other, and tragedy was almost inevitable.

None of this offered much comfort to James as he distractedly
stood to scrub his body with the soap and bristled brush Abel had
dutifully laid on the stool beside his washtub.

If he TRULY loved Elijah, why did he get such a thrill from
seeing the boy hurt and humiliated? Wouldn’t a true and noble
love be willing to sacrifice his own pleasure for the sake of
Elijah’s happiness? What was it within him that found it exciting
to witness the corruption of Elijah and Thad’s innocence? He’d
also never uttered hateful, degrading names for Negroes before
coming to Georgia. Was there something toxic in the Southern air
that polluted one’s mind with ugly words and callous brutality
toward one’s fellow human beings?

James had only been at Stampley Plantation for a little over
three weeks, and already he’d turned into the lecherous Mr.
Potter, calling slaves filthy names and laughing as he watched a
Negro slave rape his little free adult hardcore image gallery brother.

Was this whole thing just a sick practical joke?!? James laughed
cynically to himself as he imagined Mr. Potter, Elijah, Thad, his
friends from Boston, even his Uncle Walter, bursting into the
room at any minute, laughing and shouting, “SURPRISE!!!!” Then
revealing that the whole thing had been an elaborate trick to
test his TRUE feelings about slavery in the South. A test he had
failed miserably and inexcusably.

James winced with shame as he remembered the dream of his dead
mother. He wasn’t a spiritual man, so he didn’t believe his
mother had literally visited him from the afterlife. But the
vivid sight of her face, blurry in his memory for so many years,
looking at him with sorrow and disappointment in her eyes, had
filled him with shame and self-loathing. He interpreted her
visitation as a message from his conscience, a message worth
listening to.

“You know what must be done, James.” The chilling words still
rang in his ears. What exactly had his mother meant by that?

His first free adult hardcore image gallery thought was that she was telling him to do what he’d
intended to do three weeks ago when he first arrived at Stampley
Plantation: Free all 248 of his slaves, sell the property, and
enjoy the rest of his life traveling and enjoying life as an
independently wealthy bachelor.

But James became dizzy and depressed when he thought about
turning his back on the temptations of his new life, the
possibilities he would never again have an opportunity to
explore. If he freed his slaves and moved North, he’d be lucky to
find two or three free Negroes interested in having sex with him.
And even then, they’d probably be eager, sissy sodomites, not
masculine, virgin boys and men new and reluctant to the world of
male-male sex. He wouldn’t be able to enjoy boys as young as
Elijah and Thad without fear of being exiled or executed. He
wouldn’t have the same uninhibited power to do and say whatever
he pleased during a sexual encounter.

A mother’s rebuke is a powerful free adult hardcore image gallery deterrent, but could he really
set free the 150-plus boys and men on his plantation, knowing
that as things currently stood, he could enjoy every single one,
and thousands more, in limitless combinations, positions, and
fetishes, every single day for the rest of his life?!? Was he
willing to let his conscience rob him of the chance to sample
Thad’s virgin mouth and near-virgin ass?

James’s mind did somersaults to come up with a less extreme and
painful interpretation of his mother’s haunting words. She
mentioned nothing of the other slaves, he rationalized. She
merely seemed concerned with ELIJAH’S welfare. Perhaps she was
simply reminding him to keep his promise to the boy, to make up
for the child’s suffering by reuniting him with his father. The
longer he thought on it, the more convincing his theory seemed.

Yes, he eagerly told himself. He wouldn’t do anything as rash as
freeing his slaves just yet, but he COULD perform an act of
kindness that would keep his word, appease his dead
mother/conscience, AND free adult hardcore image gallery inspire the gratitude, perhaps even love,
of the boy he was developing such intense feelings for.

Satisfied and relieved with this hasty and morally dubious
compromise, James finished his bath and resumed his afternoon
routine with renewed vigor.

He spent an hour rummaging through papers in his Uncle’s study,
hoping to find records of slave sales, or at the very least the
name of the attorney his Uncle used to arrange such transactions.
He didn’t have any luck. It became quickly obvious that Uncle
Walter hadn’t cared much for keeping records, or at least not for
keeping them organized. It looked like his Uncle had consulted at
least a dozen different attorneys over the past five years, and
none seemed to stand out as an expert on the legalities of slave
sales and purchases.

That night over supper, James asked Mr. Potter where he could
find the attorney most likely to have overseen, or at least be
knowledgeable of, all slave sales on the Stampley Plantation over
the past ten years.

After free adult hardcore image gallery some curious teasing, Mr. Potter gave him the names of
three prominent attorneys and the owner of the nearest
slave-market. All of them resided in the small metropolis of
Columbus, Georgia, about a day’s wagon-ride south of Potter
County.

Impatient to pursue his intentions before changing his mind,
James asked Mr. Potter to arrange a wagon and driver for early
the next morning. He would spend the night in Columbus, conduct
his business the following day, and return to Stampley Plantation
three days later. Mr. Potter offered to accompany him on the
trip, but James politely refused. He knew the talkative man
wouldn’t give him the time he needed to think, and besides, this
was something he wanted to do on his own.

The fresh air and change of scenery would do him some good, James
reflected as he went to bed later that night, the first night
he’d gone to bed alone for over a week. It would help him clear
his head and get some desperately needed perspective on the free adult hardcore image gallery past
three weeks. At the very least, it would get his mind off the
slave-boy that made his heart do back-flips every time he
pictured him.

Or so James hoped.

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Only two things kept Jacob the stable-boy from stealing one of
the overseer’s guns and blowing his brains out: Fucking pussy,
and hating white folks.

He loved the one as much as he despised the other, and pursued
both with equal enthusiasm. Other than his little sister Laney,
they were the only two things in the world that made it worth
getting out of bed each morning.

He’d hated white folks for as long as he could remember. As young
as five, he was already cautious and vaguely fearful of the ugly
overseers, reeking of sweat and alcohol, who would sometimes
stroll through the slave quarters and whistle obnoxiously at the
pretty girls and women. He remembered his first sparks of anger
and resentment when they’d disrupt a game of marbles with a kick
of their boots, laughing as the free adult hardcore image gallery marbles scattered in every
direction.

When Jacob was eight, fear and annoyance flamed into full-blown
hatred. One day three of the overseers thought it was funny to
grab him from his playmates, hold his little body upside down by
the feet, and dunk him head-first into one of the older women’s
tubs of water, dirty from washing clothes. They held his head
under the water for up to a minute at a time, laughing
hysterically as his arms and legs jerked and flailed in panic
that they were going to drown him. They pinched and slapped his
cheeks every time they’d pull him out of the bucket water,
snot, and tears gushing from his face as he screamed in helpless
terror. The older Negro women who kept an eye on the slave
children while their parents worked in the fields, were powerless
to stop the sadistic prank. All they could do was look at the
ground and shake their heads. At their age, the creative
cruelties of white men were no free adult hardcore image gallery longer capable of surprising them.

But that was mild compared to what Jacob had experienced at the
hands of white men during his eighteen years on Stampley
Plantation.

At the age of fourteen, four overseers, obviously drunk, stormed
into his family’s cabin late at night, armed with whips and guns.
Two of them restrained him and his father and forced them to
watch as the other two overseers raped his mother and Laney, who
was only ten years old at the time. Those two switched places so
that the one who’d been fucking Jacob’s mother then fucked Laney,
and vice versa. Then they took over guard-duty for the other two,
holding back the enraged but powerless father and son while their
intoxicated buddies had their way with the mother and sister.

Jacob’s mother drowned herself in the creek two days later, and
his father was a broken man from that day forward.

Jacob’s horror at what he’d been forced to witness, and grief
over his mother’s suicide, quickly turned into a free adult hardcore image gallery fierce and
suffocating hatred for all things white. The only thing that
stopped him from slaughtering as many white men as he could
before being captured, was his deep love for Laney and his
father. He knew they couldn’t survive the loss of another loved
one, so he repressed his desire for revenge to spare them further
tragedy.

At least his life hadn’t been bad as far as physical labor was
concerned. Instead of being dragged off to the fields at the age
of 14 or 15 like his friends, Jacob was trained by his father to
be an assistant stable-hand. He learned to feed and care for
Master Walt’s horses and livestock, while his father worked as a
driver when Master Walt or one of the overseers needed to head to
town or take longer trips elsewhere. Not only was it a rare
privilege to work so closely with his father, but it was also a
job with relatively little oversight by the overseers, and tiring
but not unbearable labor. Best of free adult hardcore image gallery all, it spared him