A Portrait of Servitude – Southern Style Slave Husbandry
By Randall Austin
Short Story
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Place: Baton Rouge, Louisiana
Background: The ownership of slaves is a status symbol for the majority of people in the United States. Even in the South, where slavery has always been a prominent and common feature of society, private ownership of slaves is still relatively rare. In the South male slaves 18 to 28 years of age are referred to as bucks', and similarly aged females as fillies'.
Situation: Catherford Whiskeybell is one of the old school' slaveholders. To Catherford, his family, and all who hold his Southern ways, slavery is for show' as much as it is for profit.
Catherford Whiskeybell and his sons Cornelius and Elwood, rose to greet their old family friend, Andy Hawkins, and his daughters, Darlene 17, and Connie, 14. After greetings, Catherford invited Andy and his daughters to be seated in the comfortable chairs on his back porch, which overlooked the growing fields. But Andy's daughters wanted to join Catherford's daughters, Gingerbelle, 18, and Luanne, 15, who were seated at a picnic table further out in the backyard.
As the men settled into the yard chairs, Indigo, a slave girl, 18 years old, came out with a tray of juleps for the gentlemen. Andy appreciated Indigo's serving outfit, a yellow bikini bottom with no top, and he couldn't take his eyes off the young servant. As Indigo left, Andy eyed her ass as it wiggled back into the house, "Damn, Catherford, your boys sure have it good! Being around that bare breasted beauty all day long!" The men laughed, and Cornelius, 22, rammed his elbow into Elwood's, 17 year old side.
Catherford took a sip of his julep and smiled, "That's nothing. Think of how lucky my daughters are!" Andy and Catherford's sons nodded in agreement. All the men's lips formed slightly lascivious smiles.
Gingerbelle, Luanne, Darlene, and Connie, sitting at their picnic table situated underneath the shade of a peach tree, sipped their strawberry ices as they watched the sun-browned cocks of the eighteen field bucks jiggle, flop, and wiggle in the summer heat. Sweat dripped down the bodies of the bucks as they dug in the garden, and it ran down their cocks, and onto the giant rings that went through the dick heads of all the bucks. With each toss of the shovel a sweat drop would fly off of each cock ring.
Each of Catherford's field slaves was better looking than most models appearing in the younger girls' `Teen Tiger' magazines, and an eyeful of eighteen nude, toiling, and sweating males made the girls' strawberry ices taste even more refreshing and tingling. As the girls chatted, they passed a pair of binoculars back and forth, looking into them to check out the bucks that were working away at the further edges of the fields.
Andy shook his head, confused, "Damn, Catherford, it just doesn't seem fair. Your bucks have everything they own on display, but your fillies run around with their best parts covered. What in the hell is your reasoning?"
"I believe all women should preserve their modesty, even slaves. Male slaves are different. You almost have to keep them naked in order to remind them of what they are. It takes some of the aggression out of them, and they are a lot less feisty when they're exposed. And besides, it's the Southern way. What's the use of having them if you can't display them properly?"
Cornelius commented, "It's kind of strange, but by making the slaves show off their cocks, they become less cocky!" Catherford nodded his head in agreement with his son, "My new wife, was not used to proper slave handling, used to complain about me keeping the bucks naked, but I explained that not only did it help tame them down, but the good lord meant for slaves to go naked!"
Andy shook his head, "Whew! That's real old school! You really believe that?"
Catherford laughed, "Well, it makes no difference what I believe. It's just the way things are done down here in the South. I like tradition, so I keep my bucks naked, and that's the way it has always been. It's just the Southern way and the way things are supposed to be done! It feels good having a field full of slaves, especially naked slaves. It gives you a feeling that you really own them, if you know what I mean. It gives you a feeling that you control their lives in every way. It's all a part of ownership. And the pride of ownership is the sole reason I deal with slaves. I mean, I sure could tend these fields a lot more cheaply by hiring immigrant labor. Having eighteen prime white buck slaves is a hell of a lot more expensive than hiring out some migrant workers, but life isn't just about profit! It's about enjoying the finer things of life!"
Andy was proud to be around such an authentic and distinguished Southern gentleman, "Well, you must be admired and envied by your neighbors. Your slaves look absolutely top notch. Really prime looking specimens! You can hardly tell that they're white boys, you've got them so deeply and evenly browned."
Catherford looked over the fields appreciatively, "Getting white boys to turn nice and brown like that is one of the most satisfying aspects of ownership. Brown is the proper color for slaves."
Andy nodded in agreement, "Well, you sure know how to display them nicely. Not only are they good looking, handsomely muscled, and in peak condition, but they've have a real nice color to them. In fact, at first sight of them I wasn't even sure if they were white boys. How do you get them so nice and evenly browned all over?"
Catherford was happy to explain, "Keeping them deeply and evenly tanned is an important part of white buck husbandry. That dark, even, tanning all over their bodies is the only proper way to display white boy slaves. No Southern gentleman would ever let a white slave not get deeply tanned all over. It's part of the standard toning regime for white bucks. But what's important to me is not just getting their skin to a nice dark color, but getting them tanned all over, evenly. It's the evenness of their browning that gives them that special look.
Andy was curious, "I've noticed that your bucks don't seem to have any lighter coloring in between their legs and on the undersides of their arms. How do you get them so evenly tanned? What is the process?"
"It's a time consuming process, but worth it. And you'll get to see the process if you're still here in an hour. On most days it is just too hot for slaves to keep working in the fields between 3 and 5 PM. So that's a normal break time for most field slaves here in Louisiana. During that time we hang the bucks from the roasting poles." Catherford pointed out to the far left side of his acreage to a large trestle made of steel, consisting of a framework of crossbars, cinches, and pulleys.
"The slaves recline on their backs, and then stick up their feet to the overhead crossbar. Another slave comes and cuffs their feet to the bar, and the cuffs are spread wide so their feet are wide apart. Each bar holds four slaves. Next they're oiled up real good between the legs, so that all the spots that normally don't get the sun are covered in tanning oil. Then the bars are hoisted by the automated pulleys so that their feet are about eleven foot off the ground. Then the areas under their arms and the sides of their bodies are oiled. As they hang upside down with their legs spread wide, and their arms dangling downwards, the tanning on the parts that don't normally get tanned can take place."
"One of my children usually goes and puts the last slave on the roasting bar and will hoist it up. So on most days in the late afternoon we have all eighteen of my bucks hanging from five crossbars. That's the roasting procedure I use to get that nice even color folks admire so much." Andy was in awe, "It is really admirable that you take such care with your bucks."
"It's the proper way. Hanging upside down is the only way I know of to get their underarms, pits, ball bags, and the undersides of their cocks, an even color. It's important to maintain the proper color. It just isn't proper to have boys with white skin working away out in the fields. White is the color for free boys. And I have no respect whatsoever for those who do not follow proper Southern style slave husbandry. You can drive out along Mobile Lane and see one farm after another with slaves working in the fields who are the color of my children and your daughters. It's those new slave owners who come here from the North and think they're enlightened. It's just disgusting."
Andy noticed that the slaves stopped their work to use the drinking hose frequently. He also noticed that the slaves kept working as they pissed. He was curious, "They drink a lot of water working out in the hot sun. I also noticed that they don't stop working when they have to pee."
Catherford explained, "That would be way too costly to let them stop work for a piss. How long does it take you to take a piss? About a minute, right?" Andy agreed. "So that's 18 minutes of work duty for one piss from all 18 of my slaves. With their heavy water consumption they're pissing three times an hour. I think you can see we'd be talking hours of work time from the herd over the course of a single day. But the slaves don't seem to mind, since they're always hosing themselves off.
One of the slaves shouted something out to the rest of the slaves, and the slaves dropped what they were working on and started to make their way to the `roasting' trestle.
Gingerbelle stood and shouted to her father, "Dad, we'll go and hoist Ruben."
Catherford shouted back, "Thanks for taking care of it, honey!" He then explained to Andy, "Ruben is my overseer slave. He gets all the bucks cuffed, oiled, trestled, and hung, and then one us has to go and do the same to him."
The four girls made it to the trestle as Ruben was hoisting the first bar of four hanging slaves up. Many of the slaves standing around waiting to be barred and hung got erections as they eyed the attractive, young girls. Ruben erected also. Andy noticed, "Damn, look at the horn on that overseer of yours!"
Catherford smiled, "Yeah, it's a beauty, isn't it?"
Many of the slaves exchanged pleasant greetings with Gingerbelle and Luanne, and Catherford's daughters introduced Darlene and Connie to the slaves.
Andy, noticing the rampant erections of the slaves in the presence of the girls, and then commented, "Those slaves sure aren't shy!"
Catherford laughed, "It's only natural. I don't allow the bucks to jack off while they are on duty, especially when they're on display in the fields."
After Gingerbelle got Ruben cuffed, spread, oiled, trestled, and then hung, she instructed the girls to stand away from the trestle, since when the bucks pee hanging upside down, it could hit them. The girls moved about fifteen feet away from the eighteen trestled bucks and stood around chatting as they sipped their ices in the afternoon sun.
As Catherford watched the girls chatting out in the field as they eyed the hanging bucks, he toasted his pal, Andy, "What a beautiful day. This is what it's all about. Enjoying the finer things of life with an old friend!"
THE END
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