It was a tropically hot summer day on Masters Plantation.
Slaves picked cotton, guards mounted horses and kept a close eye on Masters property and the master himself was sitting proud on his porch, see-sawing on a rocking chair. He had a big cigar in one hand and a large jug of fresh, cool lemonade with ice cubes and a novelty small umbrella added for that extra touch.
Master was dressed in an unbuttoned white shirt and his breeches were undone halfway so you could see his pubic hair and what was quite a cucumber of a cock bulging upwards, tightening the breeches ever so slightly. For added comfort he was wafting his saw hat and humming to himself.
On the side table lay a pair of binoculars which master picked up.
This enabled master to see far into the fields to see if any slaves stopped working.
It was at that moment master spotted a young slave far in one corner of the field. He saw that the young slave was engaged in a chat with an equally young slave that seemed to go on at length.
Master got up and shouted to one of the guards to get both slaves over to the barn.
The slack-jawed guard beemed at his master then joyfully dragged the screaming slaves into a nearby barn.
Master came in like a shadow and saw the two slaves naked and strung up by their arms to a large beam over head.
Master carried not a whip but what looked like a truncheon. The slaves eyes were wide open as they knew what was coming.
Outside, the other slaves listened and peaked in a hole. They were not happy at all. They had already subdued the rest of the guards who lay naked and tied to the ground with bums up and they got penetrated good and proper by a big slave.
This was the day the slaves would take revenge and escape their master once and for all but not until they had fun with him.
Inside master was pacing around the slaves whilst the slack-jaw guard lubed both slaves bodies with what was oil from a barrel.
Master made a slow movement and went behind the first slave truncheon gripped and lubed in hand. His other went to his pants and wanked his knob laughing.
The slave began moaning as the truncheon slowly entered his bum. The other looked on in helplessness.
Master moved the truncheon more and more making the slave moan and moan.
Outside the slaves pushed the door open, subdued master and the slack-jaw guard and untied their fellow men.
Now the slaves tied master and slack-jaw up and began stripping their clothes off and away into a corner of the barn.
They stepped back and laughed to see masters cock and balls being so full. They laughed harder at the slack-jaw as he had a medium cock but small balls.
Master then begged to go and would even set us free but we are smart enough to know he would never keep his word and so the fun began.
Two slaves took the slack-jaw and tied him to a milking stool belly down and with a loud moan both plunged their cocks in opposite directions. One in the bum and one in the mouth.
We set master down on the hay floor and tied him belly up.
Then we milked his cock, straddled his face with cock, stuck that truncheon way up his ass and had a merry laugh at the fact that we had overpowered our master.
The other guards outside moaned non stop as big slave aka bobby the knobby had his way.
In the end cum oozed out our masters bum hole. The guards were just the same and we left the slack-jaw and master tied in a kneel position opposite with a fresh cucumber in each of their bums.
Reader we are finally free.
End.
