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The Adventures of Stampley Plantation

By WannabeWhitman (Mmb, nc, 1st, ds, hist, interr, va)

DISCLAIMER:  This story is a homosexual fantasy involving slavery
in the antebellum South, non-consensual sex with minors, and
racial epithets. If you think any of this might offend you, DO
NOT READ. If you live in a country, state, or jurisdiction that
prohibits you from reading this material, DO NOT READ. If you are
a minor, DO NOT READ. I realize these stories might contain
material distasteful and offensive to some readers, but nobody is
forcing you to read it. Keep in mind these are only FANTASIES
based on America's racial history and my own conflicted
imagination. My intention is not to condone or encourage racism,
sex with minors, or rape. 

Although this story is set in the antebellum South, I have not
done extensive research and cannot guarantee complete historical
accuracy. Most of the names, however, are taken from actual
records of slave-owners and their slaves. 

Any and all feedback is welcome and desired! I would love to hear
advice on how my writing might improve, characters or scenes you
particularly enjoy, suggestions for future characters or
storylines, stories and fantasies of your own, and anything else
you might want to share. E-mail me at <a
href="mailto:WannabeWhitman@yahoo.com">WannabeWhitman@yahoo.com</
a>. 

Chapter 4: The Bribe (Part 2)

Five days earlier, Thad had gotten into the first fistfight of
his ten-year-old life.

The rumor had been spreading throughout the slave quarters that
his older brother Elijah was spending most of his time in the Big
House. 

Some of the children believed he'd been hired as a house-slave.
Others guessed that he was going to be sold, and that the Master
was feeding him night and day to bulk him up and get the most for
his money. The more imaginative children speculated that Elijah
had secretly murdered the new Master, hidden his body, and was
now in charge of Stampley Plantation. 

Thad never knew how to respond to his friends' eager questions.
All Elijah had told him was that he was the new Master's personal
slave, but Thad knew there was more to it than that. Most people
in the slave quarters envied the slaves in the Big House, but his
mother's and brother's behavior didn't make it seem like Elijah's
new job was anything to celebrate. In fact, Thad was sure that
whatever it was the new Master made his brother do, it must be
pretty awful. Maybe Elijah had to scrub floors or shovel
horseshit out of the barn. Maybe he had to fan the Master for
hours at a time. But what puzzled Thad was that even the worst
chores he could imagine didn't seem worthy of the tears he
witnessed on his mother's and brother's faces every night. 

Other than Elijah's absence from the daily games, swimming, and
fishing, everything had seemed pretty normal until Lil Rooster
opened his big yellow mouth. 

A few of the boys were hanging out in a field behind the slave
quarters after a rowdy game of "catch a nigger." 

Out of nowhere, Lil Rooster said, "Hey, Thad........I hear 'Lij
been turned into the new massuh's pussy. That true???"

Thad whirled around in surprise. He didn't know exactly what
"pussy" meant, but he knew it had something to do with girls, and
calling another boy a girl was the gravest of insults. 

"That ain't true at all, and you know it!" Thad said defiantly.
"Take it back!"

"Awwwww, is baby brother stickin' up for the new massuh's
pussy-boy?" 

At almost 15 years of age, Lil Rooster was the resident bully of
the slave quarters, but all the kids looked up to him. Folks said
he'd gotten his name from the way he squawked like a rooster when
he was born, but since that time he'd also taken on the strutting
confidence that his name suggested. 

A lot of his cockiness was due to his looks. He had piercing blue
eyes, high-yellow skin, a full head of black, "good" hair, full
lips, and strong, high cheekbones that made him look both
masculine and feminine. Rumor had it that he was a mix of white,
Negro, and Indian. 

Even at his young age, Lil Rooster already had a reputation as a
lady's man. Gossip circulated that at 13 he'd seduced Miss Bessy,
who was more than twice his age and married at the time, and
hadn't stopped bedding females of all ages since. Out of that
rumor came another rumor that he had the biggest dick of any man
on the plantation. Some even said that his mother named him the
second she saw her newborn baby's enormous cock. 

Needless to say, all these rumors combined to make Lil Rooster an
intimidating but popular presence among the slave children. 

"I thought you was his friend," Thad protested. "You ain't
supposed to be talkin' 'bout him behind his back. Who told you
that rotten lie anyway?!?"

"My Mama," Lil Rooster claimed convincingly. 

Thad was speechless for a second, trying to think of what to
say.

"I heard her last night," Lil Rooster continued. "She was tellin'
Daddy 'bout how the new massuh likes to put his thing in boys
'stead of girls. And how he took a liking to 'Lij and made him a
full-time pussy-boy. He probably up in the Big House suckin'
Massuh's dick right now!"

Thad was confused and angry. He didn't understand half of Lil
Rooster's accusations, but he knew they were ugly, hurtful lies.
He tried to picture his brother's mouth on another man's penis,
and the whole idea seemed absurd beyond belief to his sheltered
mind. 

"That ain't nothin' but an ugly low-down lie and you knows it!"
Thad shouted. 

He ran over to Lil Rooster and shoved him with all the strength
his little body could muster. Lil Rooster was caught off guard
and fell to the ground laughing, sprawled on his back. 

"Calm down, baby brother!" Lil Rooster said, grinning the big
smile that had already charmed half the females on the
plantation. "I'se only repeatin' what I heard. It ain't your
fault if 'Lij turned sissy on us! It don't make YOU a cocksucker,
do it?" 

The other boys looked to see what Thad would say. The young boy
stuttered to come up with a worthy response.

"Or do it?" Lil Rooster asked again, laughing and grabbing the
huge bulge in his crotch. 

He decided to take his teasing to another level. 

"Hey, Moses, come over here!" he called out. 

A cute kid about Thad's age with charcoal-black skin ran over to
Lil Rooster's side. 

"You be 'Lij, and I'll be the new Massuh," Lil Rooster suggested
in a mischievous tone of voice. 

He pushed Moses down on all fours, dropped to his knees behind
him, grabbed him by the hips, and began grinding into the boy's
tiny upturned buttocks with exaggerated thrusts. 

"Oh, Elijah!!!!" Lil Rooster cried out, throwing his head back in
the air. In a melodramatic motion he moved his hand across his
forehead, as if wiping sweat from his brow. 

"I DECLARE!" he exclaimed in an accent he thought sounded like
the few white men he'd encountered. "I believes this be the best
nigger pussy I done ever tried! How DOES you make your pussy so
tight?!?" 

He accelerated his comical pumping against Moses's backside until
the two boys collapsed on their backs on the grass, laughing
hysterically. The other slave boys were laughing too, even those
like Thad who didn't completely get the joke. 

All Thad knew was that he wasn't about to let anybody call his
big brother a girl, especially a WHITE MAN'S girl. 

With Lil Rooster flat on his back, Thad saw his chance. Shouting
at the top of his lungs, he straddled Lil Rooster's chest and
began pounding away at the older teen's face with his fists. He
was only able to get in a few good punches, however, before the
bigger boy grabbed him by the throat and flipped him on his back.
Thad knew he didn't stand a chance, but he continued screaming
like a madman and throwing kicks and punches in every direction.


Lil Rooster held him down by the shoulders as if he were pinching
a butterfly between his fingers. He had an amused smile on his
face. 

"Don't you ever fuckin' hit me again, you hear?" Lil Rooster
warned. "I was just fuckin' with you anyway. I hope I'se wrong
about the whole thing anyhow. We ALL best hopes I be wrong about
it," he added softly, looking around at the other boys. 

None of the boys had been the same around Thad since that day.
They still talked to him and played with him, but they seemed
cautious and suspicious in a way Thad had never noticed before.
Almost like he was sick or something. 

He didn't tell his mother about the fight, figuring she had
enough to worry about. He'd been lucky that Lil Rooster had left
nothing more than a small red mark on his neck. 

Thad began sleeping in late, and playing alone more often. He
missed his older brother, and hated how drastically his life had
changed in just one week's time. He didn't see his older brother
as much anymore, and when he did see him, Elijah never played or
laughed like he used to. His mother cried all the time, even
though she thought he couldn't tell. And now the friends he'd
grown up with were treating him like he had cooties. 

On the morning five days after his fight with Lil Rooster, Thad
was just getting out of bed when Elijah burst through the cabin
door. His hair was sticking up all over the place, and he looked
like he'd been running from a ghost. 

"What's the matter, 'Lij?" Thad asked in surprise. 

Elijah didn't answer at first. He stared blankly ahead, like he
was trying to decide what to say. 

"Massuh James is gonna help us find Daddy!" Elijah blurted out,
his face breaking into a huge smile. "He's gonna track him down
and bring him back to us, right back to this cabin!"

Thad's eyes shot wide open. Then he started jumping up and down,
hopping all across the cabin's dirt floor and screaming for joy
at the top of his lungs. Suddenly he stopped and looked at his
older brother with confusion. 

"But 'Lij, that's like the bestest news ever!!! So why you look
like you done seen a ghost when you walked in?"

Elijah's smile turned once again to a troubled frown when he
remembered the high price he and his brother would have to pay
for their reward. 
"Ummmmm........" Elijah stuttered, not sure how to prepare his
little brother for the trials to come. "Before Massuh helps us,
he wants........he wants me to bring you with me to the Big
House." 

Thad's mouth dropped open in surprise. 

"The new Massuh wants ME?!? He wants both of us??? What for???"
he asked, trying to wrap his young brain around the circumstances
closing in on him. 

"I reckon he wants another personal slave," Elijah explained,
feeling ashamed of himself for lying to his little brother. He
was afraid if he explained the total truth all at once, Thad
would run screaming from the room and never come back. Elijah
didn't want to spoil their one slim chance at reuniting their
family. 

"Sometimes........sometimes he makes me do gross things," Elijah
added guiltily, looking at the floor. "He might ask you to do
gross things too, but the thing is, Thad, we gotta do 'em or
we'll never see Daddy again!" 

Thad felt a pit growing in his ten-year-old stomach. What did
Elijah mean by "gross things"? Was Lil Rooster right about his
big brother after all? And did that mean the Master was going to
turn HIM into a "pussy-boy" too???

"I dunno, 'Lij," Thad said with a little boy's fear in his voice.
"I'se scared. I'se more scared than I get when it thunders at
night. Massuh ain't gonna hurt us, is he?"

"Naw, he ain't gonna hurt us," Elijah said guiltily. "Besides,
I'll be with you the whole time, and I ain't gonna let nothin'
bad happen to you."

Elijah wanted to cry. He was betraying his own brother, handing
him over to the enemy when what he should be doing was taking his
little brother in his arms and protecting him from nasty white
men like Master James. 

"Listen, we ain't got much time," Elijah explained. "Do exactly
what I tell you, you hear? Take Mama's soap and wash up in the
creek. Wash REAL GOOD, the way Mama likes when she rubs her
fingers in our ears. Then meet me in front of the Big House. And
HURRY!!! Massuh James is waitin'." 

Thad fetched his mother's soap, gave his older brother a quick
hug goodbye, and ran toward the creek. 

He recalled Lil Rooster's taunting about "pussy-boys" and
"cocksuckers." The image of Lil Rooster rubbing his crotch
against Moses's rear-end flashed through his mind. He remembered
his mother's screams on the first night they took Elijah away. He
wondered why Elijah had been so insistent that he bathe in the
creek first.

Thad's little-boy-body shuddered in fear as his innocent mind
struggled to picture the possibilities. 

But hadn't the Master promised to help them find their father?
Didn't that mean he was a kind and generous man? With a Master
like that, the afternoon couldn't be TOO bad, could it?

*****************************************************************
*****


James sat fully clothed on the edge of his bed, the same way he
had on the first night he met Elijah. Standing in the middle of
the floor, facing him, were Elijah and Thad, visibly scared, the
older brother with his arm around the younger. 

"This my little brother Thad, Massuh James," Elijah said in a
nervous voice. 

Thad looked sheepishly at the ground, scared to utter a word. He
was still in shock from his walk up the marble staircase, having
never been inside such a big and fancy home in his entire life. 

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Thad," James said, grinning. 

Thad's looks far exceeded his highest expectations. Ten-year-old
boys were definitely on the low end of the spectrum of what James
typically found attractive, but for some reason Negro boys Thad's
age were far more appealing than white boys the same age. And for
a little boy still years away from puberty, Thad was strikingly
good-looking. One could only tell the two boys were related by
looking closely, and Thad's looks far surpassed his older
brother's in attractiveness. His hair was cut close to his head
in a thin layer of crispy Negro curls. His skin was a lighter
shade of brown than Elijah's, more like the color of coffee with
lots of extra cream. He had a small, bony build, typical of a
ten-year-old Negro boy and without an ounce of body fat. Two
tempting round curves filled out the back of the boy's pants, so
tiny that James could cover the boy's ass with the width of one
hand. He had the cutest little button-nose, smaller than his
brother's and without the wide, flared nostrils typical of
African ancestry. His lips were a rich dark red, full but thinner
than Elijah's. The boy clearly has white blood running somewhere
in his veins, James thought to himself. 

"Come here, boy, and stand in front of me," James ordered kindly
but firmly. 

Thad looked up at his older brother as if asking permission.
Elijah nodded his assent, but seemed reluctant to release Thad's
arm. Thad walked slowly over to James and stood before him. 

"Let me have a look at you," James said, shaking in anticipation
of what he might do with the helpless boy's little body. He was
feeling bolder and more relaxed than his first time with Elijah.
He reached up and took the boy's face firmly in both hands,
running his fingers sensuously across the contours of the boy's
face as if he were a blind man struggling to feel out a
stranger's appearance. 

Thad's body tensed at the white man's touch, but he was still too
terrified to say anything. 

Elijah winced as he watched his Master pet his little brother
like a puppy.

James pulled Thad closer to him, so close that the front of
Thad's body pressed tightly against James's crotch. Thad could
smell coffee and biscuits on the man's breath. 

"Did your brother tell you why he brought you here today?" James
asked, curious to know the extent of Thad's innocence. 

"He says you wants another slave for yourself, Massuh," Thad
answered, looking back at his older brother for approval. Elijah
nodded nervously and looked away. 

James laughed at Elijah's half-truth.

"I guess in a way you're right," James said, smiling wickedly.
"Your brother's been doing some real good work for me this past
week, but he told me you'd be even BETTER suited to what I'm
looking for." 

Elijah started to speak up in protest, but James continued
talking over him. 

"Your brother tells me you and him like to play games, Thad. So
consider today a game. A competition between brothers to see who
can please your Master more. Doesn't that sound like fun?"

"I reckon, Massuh James," Thad mumbled, still staring at the
floor. He had a strong sense that he was being lied to.

"I'm afraid I'm going to need to see more excitement than that
before the day's over," James added sternly. "If I'm pleased by
BOTH of you, I'll keep my promise to bring your father home. You
do want to see your father again, don't you?" 

As James said this, he reached his hands around the boy and
cupped Thad's tiny round buttocks in his hands. Their smallness
was surprisingly appealing to James.  They were the tightest,
firmest two mounds of flesh he'd ever touched. James had no doubt
he was the first man to touch Thad in this way, and his dick
sprung to life at the thought of touching, tasting, and tearing
open what must be the tiniest and tastiest of treasures hidden
just beyond the boy's clenched butt-crack. 

Thad's entire body stiffened defensively, but he didn't say a
word. It felt weird to be standing so close to his Master. It
felt wrong to have the man's hands groping his bottom. Thad
wondered if having another man touch your bottom automatically
turned him into a "pussy-boy." 

"I wants to see my Daddy again real bad, Massuh James," Thad
mumbled, trying to ignore James's intrusive touching. 

"Good!" James smiled. "Do everything I say, and you'll have your
father back in no time. What do you say, Elijah, don't you think
it's time we teach your little brother here a few things?" 

James pushed Thad aside, walked to the other side of the room,
grabbed a wooden chair by the window, and placed it in the center
of the floor, facing the bed. 

"Have a seat, Thad," James ordered, motioning the boy to the
chair. 

Thad gave Elijah a confused look, then slowly walked to the chair
and sat down. 

Elijah was frozen to the floor, terrified of what would happen
next. He kept his eyes glued to the ground, hoping that by
avoiding eye contact he could somehow postpone the inevitable. 

James crossed the floor to Elijah, grabbed him firmly by the back
of the neck, and guided him to the edge of the bed. James sat on
the edge of the bed and pulled Elijah into a sitting position
between his legs, both males facing the perplexed and petrified
Thad. 

"Watch carefully, Thad," James instructed. "I'm going to show you
what your new Master likes to do with cute nigger boys like
yourself." 

Thad tensed at the sound of the ugly word, looking on in dread
and curiosity.

James began licking and biting the back and sides of Elijah's
sweaty brown neck. 

Elijah looked at the floor and closed his eyes, hoping this was a
bad dream from which he'd soon awake. 

As James nuzzled Elijah's face and neck, he slowly unbuttoned
Elijah's shirt, watching Thad intently as he did so. The
unfolding scenario was erotic beyond his wildest imagination. He
quickly realized that the only thing more thrilling than taking a
young Negro boy was taking a young Negro boy in front of his
younger and more innocent little brother.  

Thad was confused and distressed. Why was Master James holding
and kissing his brother the same way he saw the older slave men
sometimes hold and kiss their wives?

James spread open Elijah's shirt and pulled it off the boy's arms
and back. He increased the intensity of his kisses and rubbed his
hands all over Elijah's naked chest, brown and shiny with sweat.
He eagerly untied the string fastened through Elijah's
pants-waist, pushed Elijah into a standing position, then yanked
the boy's pants to the floor. 

Stepping out of them, Elijah now stood completely naked before
his little brother. Elijah looked at the floor in shame.

Thad looked away, embarrassed for his brother and increasingly
uncomfortable with the direction of the morning's activities. Of
course he'd seen Elijah naked plenty of times before, but this
was the first time it ever felt strange and shameful. 

"What do you think of your brother's dick?" James asked Thad
playfully. 

Thad looked to his brother for some sign as to how to answer. His
brother's eyes were clenched shut. 

"I don't know, Massuh James. Looks like it's 'sposed to, I
reckon," Thad answered matter-of-factly. 

James laughed at the boy's diplomatic answer. 

"You'll be mighty lucky if yours ever grows this big," James
continued. "This is what white folks call a REAL nigger dick.
Thick and long and straight from the jungles of Africa. Your big
brother's gonna make some girls real happy one of these days." 

James sat Elijah back down between his legs and fondled the boy's
soft six inches. 

Thad gasped when he saw this. Boys and men weren't supposed to
touch each other that way. But for some reason, he couldn't look
away. The whole thing felt like a blurry dream. 

Impatient with Elijah's stubbornly soft dick, James pushed him
back into a standing position, whirled him around so his backside
was facing Thad, and then shoved his head down so low that it was
nearly touching the floor. Elijah grunted in protest, uncertain
what his Master was trying to do. The curves of Elijah's ass  
rounder and fleshier than his little brother's   now jutted into
the air. 

James stood up and violently spread Elijah's ass-cheeks with both
hands, exposing the boy's shy wrinkled pucker to his little
brother's shocked eyes. 

It was the first anus Thad had ever seen. He was only barely
aware of his own anus's existence, and certainly had never had
any desire or expectation to see another boy's anus, especially
not his brother's. Thad stared at the place where his brother's
shit comes out, wrinkled his nose in disgust, and wondered why
the new Master was showing it to him.

"You turn up your nose, Thad, but this right here is a nigger
boy's most prized possession," James explained, smiling
lecherously. "You have no idea how many men have probably looked
at your brother's ass when he's walked through the slave quarters
or played with the other pickaninnies, wishing they could be
right where I'm standing this very moment." 

Thad looked away, embarrassed and disbelieving. 

Elijah gritted his teeth and stared in deep, blushing humiliation
at the dirty floor just inches from his face. Bent over and legs
spread, Elijah felt like his body was going to snap in two. It
felt weird to have his asshole exposed to his little brother.

James continued: "Of course nobody talks about it, but it's the
part of a cute boy lots of men wish they could see and touch. You
don't know it yet, but your own little asshole's probably going
to provide a lot of pleasure to many men over the next few years.
Hell, it might even give YOU some pleasure if you learn to take
the dick right."

Thad was utterly confused. For the life of him he couldn't
understand how his shit-hole could ever bring anybody pleasure.
Pieces of a disturbing puzzle floated through his virgin brain,
but he couldn't put them together in a way that made any sense.
He saw his brother's winking asshole just a few feet away. He
knew from Master James's speech that dicks had something to do
with the pleasure. He recalled Lil Rooster's exaggerated
impression of a white man complimenting Moses's tight "nigger
pussy." It vaguely seemed to connect with Master James's words,
but he still couldn't solve the mystery. He wasn't sure he wanted
to. 

"Just three weeks ago, I was one of those men drooling over the
butts of Negro boys like you and Elijah," James confessed. He
knew Thad couldn't care less, but he relished his power to
corrupt the boy's mind with his words. 

"I was too scared to do anything about it........until now, that
is. You're my slave, meaning I can do anything I want with you.
Some Masters enjoy whipping their niggers........but me, I prefer
other pleasures."

His eyes still locked on Thad, James spit crudely on his right
hand's index finger. Parting Elijah's ass-crack with his left
hand, James shoved the entire length of his finger into Elijah's
dry asshole. 

Elijah cried out from the unexpected pain. He could see between
his parted legs Thad's expression of disgust and dismay. The
younger boy's mouth literally hung open in shock. 

Thad couldn't understand why any grown man would want to put
their fingers in the place where a boy's shit comes out,
especially when it seemed to be causing Elijah so much pain. 

"Stop, Massuh James! You hurtin' my brother, Massuh!" Thad
started to jump up in protest. 

"Don't forget your FATHER, Thad," James reminded the boy loudly,
stopping Thad in his tracks. 

Thad leaned down to see his brother's face through Elijah's
spread legs. "You okay, 'Lij?" 

"I'se okay, Thad," Elijah muttered sullenly. "Do what Massuh
James tells you, else he ain't gonna let us see Daddy." 

Thad hopped his tiny body back up on the chair, squirming
uncomfortably. 

James pushed his finger in and out of Elijah's ass, making gross
squishy noises that sounded like little farts. James spit on his
middle finger, then pushed both his index and middle finger into
Elijah's stretched asshole. He closed his eyes and sighed with
pleasure at the exquisite feeling of the teenage boy's warm,
slimy insides. 

Thad thought the new Master must be insane if he actually ENJOYED
such nasty behavior. 

Spitting again onto his fingers, James slid THREE fingers into
the bent-over Elijah, whose low groans expressed the intense pain
of the intrusion. James thrust his fingers in and out of the
boy's asshole, which sucked tightly and noisily at his fingers. 

James's dick was rock-hard from the feel of the young slave boy's
taut sweaty body arched beside him, as well as the psychological
thrill of corrupting Elijah's ten-year-old brother. 

James pulled his fingers from out of Elijah's ass, yanked Elijah
upright by his wooly tangled hair, turned him around to face his
little brother, then rudely shoved his messy fingers into
Elijah's mouth. Elijah cried out in protest. 

Thad's entire body convulsed in disgust at the sight, and he
lifted both arms to cover his eyes. He felt sorry for his older
brother, but a guilty part of him deep down inside was glad it
was Elijah licking the man's slimy fingers rather than him. 

James laughed in amusement at Thad's expected (and desired)
reaction. 

"No need to cover your eyes, boy," James explained. "I'm sure
your brother's butt-juices are delicious. Why don't you tell us,
Elijah? How do they taste?" 

Elijah wanted to disappear. He knew what his Master wanted to
hear, and knew he had to play along no matter how much it might
shame him in front of his little brother. 

"They taste real good, Massuh James," Elijah mumbled quietly, the
fingers still jammed in his mouth mangling his words. 

Thad looked up at his brother in disgusted surprise. 

"See, I told you so, Thad," James teased. "Now watch your big
brother show you what a nigger boy's asshole is REALLY good for."


James shoved Elijah down to all fours on the dirty wooden floor,
just four or five feet from the boy's little brother. James
hastily stripped off his own shirt, pants, and shoes until he was
standing completely naked in front of the stunned little
ten-year-old. 

Thad had never seen a white man naked before, and the sight both
repulsed and fascinated him. The man's skin looked so pale
compared to the complexions he was accustomed to, and his dick
looked red and veiny, like those he'd seen a few times jutting
out of dogs in heat. Thad felt amused pride when he realized his
big brother's penis was almost as big soft as his Master's was
hard. 

James dropped to his knees between Elijah's legs. He spit into
his right hand, smeared the saliva on the dick jutting in front
of him, and thrust it violently into Elijah's asshole. 

"What the........?!?" Thad cried out in sincere surprise.
Suddenly Lil Rooster's obnoxious charade made complete sense. The
ten-year-old stared at the sight before him as if aliens had just
dropped from the sky. 

James held Elijah's hips tightly in both hands as he pumped
furiously into the rectum of the slave boy below him. He reached
for a pillow from the bed and placed it beneath his knees, giving
him greater comfort and a better angle for his pummeling of the
boy's brown bubble butt. He could hear Elijah panting and
groaning with every brutal thrust. 

Thad looked on, appalled and entranced. 

"Little Thad looks sort of scared," James told Elijah in the
midst of his own heavy breathing. "Tell your little brother how
your Master's dick feels!"

Elijah's head was smashed against the floor as James slammed into
his body from behind. He was looking away from his brother in
complete embarrassment. 

"It feel real nice, Thad," Elijah moaned unconvincingly. 

"You can do better than that," James barked, harshly smacking
Elijah's right butt-cheek. 

"Oh, man, Thad, there ain't no feelin' like this in the world!"
Elijah moaned. "Fuck my ass, Massuh. Fuck the shit out of me,
Massuh James!" 

"Tell your little brother who you are, boy!" James demanded
sadistically. 

Elijah's body stiffened with shame. 

"I'se just a low-down no-good nigger who loves white cocks shoved
in my ass!" 

Thad couldn't believe his eyes and ears. It pained him deeply to
see his big brother, who'd always seemed so strong and masculine
in his eyes, abused and degraded in this way. And it disappointed
him to see the proud brother he respected say such filthy things,
things he hoped he didn't mean. He wanted to rescue his brother
from his nightmare, but felt tiny and helpless compared to the
angry older white man. 

Elijah was trying hard to fight back his tears. He turned his
head to his brother and tried to communicate with his eyes that
his words were empty lies, spoken solely to satisfy Master James.
But Thad's eyes seemed magnetically drawn to the Master's dick
pumping in and out of Elijah's butt. Elijah had tried so hard to
be the man of the house since his father had been sold away, but
he knew now that this one act of submission before his little
brother's eyes had swept all his efforts away. He knew he would
never hold quite the same respect and admiration in his little
brother's eyes, and that realization broke his heart. 

James continued thrusting into Elijah's asshole, which was now
sloppy-wet with saliva and the boy's natural ass-juices. He
smacked Elijah's legs and buttocks hard with every stroke,
enjoying the sound of his hands slapping violently against the
boy's sweaty skin. He loved watching Elijah's firm teenage
ass-cheeks tense up in taut muscles every time his dick slammed
deep into his guts. He savored the heat and wetness and tightness
of Elijah's adolescent asshole. 

He looked over at the cute little Negro boy sitting on the chair
and imagined the ecstasy it would be to force his way into Thad's
tiny little butt, splitting it in two. 

Feeling an oncoming orgasm, but eager to prolong the day's
pleasures, James pulled his cock out of Elijah with a noisy
slurping sound. 

Elijah's body collapsed to the floor in relief. His respite
lasted only seconds, however, before James, still on his knees,
forced Elijah to face him on all fours so that he could feed the
boy his dick still dripping with spit and ass-slime. 

Elijah shut his eyes tightly and took James's cock in his mouth,
instinctively gagging at the first taste of his own ass-juices.
James grabbed the back of Elijah's head and impaled the boy's
face on his cock. He arched his hips in a back and forth motion,
shoving his dick repeatedly into the back of Elijah's throat. 

Thad sat on the chair with his knees now pulled to his chest. He
buried his head between his knees, lifting his eyes every few
seconds to peek at the horror before him, only to hide his eyes
again in disgust. He felt sorry for his suffering brother. For
some reason the sight of Elijah gagging on the Master's dick
disturbed him even more than the brutal ass-fucking, perhaps
because it was easier for him to imagine how awful it probably
felt. He had no idea why the grown white man would want to do
such things, and could only conclude that he was a mean, hateful
white man who got pleasure from hurting young Negro boys. 

Thad's initial curiosity in the show in front of him gave way to
the fear and panic one would expect from a boy his age. His
little-boy-body began convulsing with sobs.

"Stop hurting my brother!" Thad cried out in between heaving
sobs. "Please stop hurting him, Massuh James! I'm sorry, 'Lij,
I'm so sorry, 'Lij........I wish I could stop him but I can't." 

James had a momentary vision of the beast he'd turned himself
into, and felt a brief pang of sympathy for the tiny little boy
sobbing on the chair. 

"I think your little brother's seen enough," James said with a
disgusted shrug, more at himself than anything else. 

He released the back of Elijah's head and pulled his dick from
between the boy's thick Negro lips. He stood up, walked over to
the washbasin beside the bed, wet the cloth beside it, and washed
off his dick. He then crossed the room and stood beside Thad's
chair. 

The two boys watched his every move with bated breath,
desperately hoping this was the end of the morning's ordeal. 

Looking down at Thad, James said, "Now that you know what's
expected of you, I think it's time we break you in and give you
some practice." 

Thad tried to say something in protest, but the words caught in
his throat. He shot Elijah a look of pure panic. 

Elijah nodded his head in weak encouragement to cooperate, then
looked sadly away, ashamed that he was helpless to rescue his
little brother from his fate. 

"I'm a little worn out from all this excitement," James
continued, patting Thad on the shoulder and smiling devilishly at
Elijah. "I think I'll let big brother do the honors. He's been
working so hard for me, it's only fair to let him in on some of
the fun."

Thad's head whipped to look at Elijah in surprise and confusion.


Elijah backed away from the center of the room, shaking his head
in vehement defiance.

"Awwwwww, HELL NO!!!" Elijah shouted, forgetting for a moment
that he was in the presence of a white man who could whip, sell,
or lynch him with impunity. He clasped his hand to his mouth in
hasty contrition. "I mean........please no, Massuh James! Don't
make me do nothin' to hurt my little brother! Show us some mercy,
Massuh James!"

Elijah had been so worried about the countless ways Master James
might harm Thad, the idea of them being forced to do gross things
TOGETHER never crossed his mind.  

"The way I see it," James explained calmly, "this IS mercy. Like
it or not, Thad's gonna see and do things you can't protect him
from. And isn't it better he learn them from an older brother who
loves him, rather than someone like me who just might not show
him any........MERCY???"   

Elijah looked anxiously at his little brother. 

Thad looked back with an expression of helpless panic, clearly
waiting for his older brother to make a decision. 

Elijah felt his heart pounding in his chest. He wanted to grab
Thad by the arm and run from the Master's bedroom, far away from
the Big House, but he knew such resistance would lead to brutal
whippings for his whole family, the end of any chance to see his
father again, and probably being sold away from his mother and
brother. 

Elijah felt dizzy and trapped. He squeezed back his tears and
tried to make peace with what he realized he had to do. The idea
of sex acts with his little brother seemed weird and gross, but
not nearly as despicable or humiliating as sex acts with an older
white man. 

"I guess I don't got no choice, Massuh James," Elijah consented,
hanging his head in shame. 

Thad looked surprised and betrayed. He'd been hoping Elijah would
fight the Master and lead Thad bravely from the Big House, his
pride and purity intact. 

James smiled lustfully, trembling in anticipation of the
forbidden fantasy about to play out before his very eyes. 

"You're a smart boy, Elijah," James said. "Now here's what I want
you to do. Pretend you're the Master. Sit on the bed and repeat
EVERYTHING I just did to you, only of course you'll be doing it
to your little brother while I sit in the chair and watch. It's
that simple." 

James grabbed Thad's arm and pulled him up from the chair,
pushing him toward Elijah and the bed. The little boy stumbled as
if he was sleepwalking. James sat his naked body in the chair and
faced the show about to begin. 

This was Elijah's ultimate punishment, James thought to himself.
Forcing him to be complicit in his own little brother's
corruption. 

The two boys faced each other awkwardly, as if to say, "Are we
really about to do this???" 

Elijah's mind poured over everything he'd just been subjected to,
racing ahead to imagine himself doing the same things to his
little brother. He couldn't think of any way to avoid causing his
brother pain and humiliation. 

Elijah reached out nervously for his little brother. Pulling Thad
close to him, Elijah tenderly whispered, "This gonna hurt real
bad, but I'll try to make it easy on you as I can. Remember
Daddy."

Thad looked anxiously up into his older brother's sad eyes for
reassurance, and squeezed his hand as if to say, "It's okay. I'll
be brave for you, Mama, and Daddy." 

Elijah sat on the edge of the bed as James had done a half hour
earlier, and pulled Thad to him so that the younger boy was
sitting between his older brother's legs. Thad thought it felt
strange to be pushed so close to his brother's naked body. Elijah
could feel his little brother's body shivering with anxiety. 

Elijah closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and clumsily began
nuzzling Thad's creamy-brown neck. He licked and kissed his
brother's neck for the first time in his life. Thad stiffened
from the strange, ticklish sensation. Elijah could smell Thad's
freshly washed hair, and his little brother's skin tasted salty
but clean, sweeter than Master James's. 

James found himself intensely aroused by the taboo scene taking
place before him, and moved his right hand to his hardening dick.


Elijah licked Thad's neck, cheeks, and ears, nibbling as gently
and lovingly as possible. The weirdness of the situation creeped
him out a little bit, but at the same time he found his brother's
soft, warm skin strangely comforting. He wished something as
simple as doing this all afternoon would satisfy Master James,
but he knew there was more to come and was eager to have the
whole thing over with. 

As he tenderly pecked at the back of Thad's neck, Elijah slowly
unbuttoned his brother's tattered shirt. Whispering words of
reassurance in his little brother's ear, Elijah gently pulled the
shirt off of Thad's shoulders and arms, tossing it to the floor.


James smiled in admiration at the naked little-boy-chest in front
of him, and continued stroking his seven inches to life. He could
easily circle Thad's skinny arms with his index finger and thumb.
Thad's chest was flat as a washboard, with only the faintest
hints of where the muscles of young manhood might develop in
future years. He had the smallest nipples James had ever seen,
cute specks of dark brown standing out from Thad's toffee-colored
complexion. His belly button jutted out in the same way as his
older brother's. 

Thad shivered, more from self-consciousness than from the cool
morning breeze coming through the bedroom windows. He'd been
shirtless thousands of times, but never like this. He couldn't
comprehend why the Master was drooling at the sight of his chest
like it was a Christmas turkey. 

Elijah awkwardly rubbed his hands across his little brother's
chest. His hands wandered nervously and aimlessly, uncertain
where to devote the most attention. He fondled the little boy's
nipples, barely discernible from the rest of his soft skin. He
tickled Thad's belly button and moved his hands back up the
length of his brother's chest. It was embarrassing to be touching
his brother this way, and he knew Thad was just as uncomfortable.


Remembering his next move, Elijah clumsily untied the string
fastened through Thad's cloth pants. He whispered another word of
encouragement, then gently pushed his brother into a standing
position. Taking a deep breath, he slowly pulled the pants to the
ground, helping the trembling Thad step out of them. 

Thad's entire body stiffened. James's lascivious stares sliced
his boyish modesty into shreds like dozens of sharpened daggers.
He felt ridiculous and scared as he stood there awkwardly, his
front exposed to the ogling white man, his bottom just inches
from his embarrassed brother's face. 

James drank in the sight of the naked, trembling boy. Thad's
penis was little, hairless, and slightly darker than the rest of
his body. James could just barely make out the beginnings of
testicles bundled tightly in a brown wrinkled ball-sac.
Prepubescent penises didn't usually do much for James, but the
beauty of the entire package was a wonder to behold. If nothing
else, the taboo of the boy's youth was enough to thrill him to an
erection. Another perk of slavery, James thought to himself   the
ability to explore one's deepest, darkest fantasies, totally free
of consequences.

Feeling compassion for his exposed brother, Elijah pulled Thad
back down to a sitting position between his legs. Recalling his
next required activity, Elijah reluctantly began fondling his
little brother's soft stub of a penis. Thad's body grew tense in
his arms. Other than Master James's and his own, it was the first
dick Elijah had ever touched. 

Similarly, it was the first time anyone had touched Thad in such
a private part of his body. He was surprised at the pleasurable
tingling sensations it gave his body, but his embarrassment under
Master James's intense gaze kept him from getting hard. 

Stroking his rock-hard cock more aggressively now, James gave
Elijah a stern and urgent nod to proceed with the inevitable. 

This was the moment Elijah had been dreading most. He remembered
the shock, then disgust, then unbearable pain when his own virgin
asshole had first been violated, not so long ago. He knew his
brother's age and small size, combined with a dick which was
considerably larger than Master James's, would make Thad's
deflowering all the more difficult and agonizing. He desperately
wished he could freeze the scene and jump in his little brother's
place   anything to spare him the shock and humiliation from
which he knew his little brother would never fully be able to
recover. 

Elijah pushed Thad into a standing position, gently turned him
around so that his backside faced Master James, and then pushed
down on his brother's back so that he was bending over, ass in
the air. 

Thad squeezed his eyes shut in embarrassment, hoping it would all
be over soon. 

Elijah blushed as he reached over and grabbed his little
brother's tiny, firm globes in both hands, pulling them gently
apart to expose the tiny brown cherry between them. It felt weird
to be groping his little brother's ass. Other than teasing each
other about farts, it was a part of Thad's body he'd never really
noticed or thought about. It felt small and smooth in his hands,
and the winking hole now open to view looked ten times tinier
than Master James's small asshole. 

James gasped in delight at the sight of Thad's anus. As expected,
it was far tinier and tighter than his older brother's. He had to
stare extra hard just to spot it. To James, it appeared a
delicious fruit, not quite ripe but still too tempting not to
have at least one taste. James wondered how Elijah was going to
fit a FINGER in the tiny opening, let alone his massive manhood.


Elijah sighed deeply, whispered a warning in his little brother's
ear, licked his index finger, and then poked his fingertip
against the sealed entrance to his brother's rectum. The tiny
hole stood strong against the intruder, refusing to give way. 

Elijah looked at Master James with a pleading look, but the older
white man was lost in a lustful daze. James nodded impatiently
for Elijah to continue his efforts. 

Elijah spit a gob of saliva into his hand and smeared it all
around his brother's butt-hole. Licking his index finger again,
he pressed it against his brother's clenched anus a second time,
pushing a little bit harder but being careful not to damage
anything. Just as he was about to give up, Elijah felt his index
finger push past the stubborn barrier, slowly sinking into the
warm cavern behind it.

Thad screamed a high-pitched shriek of pain that seemed to last
forever and echo across all 3,154 acres of Stampley Plantation. 

"Take it out, 'Lij! Take it out!" Thad shouted in agony, trying
to lurch his body away from the intruder. "I'm serious, 'Lij!
Take it out!!!"

Elijah felt sorry for his brother but knew that removing his
finger now would only cause more pain in the long run. Half of
his index finger was now swallowed up in his brother's virgin
asshole. It felt like the ring of Thad's anus would choke the
circulation from his finger before they were finished. He wiggled
the tip of his finger, feeling for the first time the strange
texture of his little brother's insides. 

He grabbed the pillow off the floor, the one Master James had
been kneeling on earlier, and handed it to his brother to quiet
his blood-curdling screams. Elijah inched his finger a little
deeper, feeling his little brother's body tense up at each new
millimeter of violation. After what felt like hours of effort,
Elijah's entire finger was eventually sucked into the depths of
Thad's bony boyish mounds. 

James was hypnotized by the sight of the younger brother's virgin
body being violated by his older brother's probing finger, all in
obedience to HIS orders as their Master and owner. With his left
hand he fondled his balls; with his right hand he pumped
earnestly up and down on his rock-hard cock, wet from saliva and
precum. His voyeuristic pleasure was so intoxicating that at no
point did he consider jumping up to join the fun. There would be
time for that later. To disrupt the show now would be to break a
spell he'd been waiting a lifetime to cast. 

Even with Thad's face buried in the pillow, Elijah could still
hear his little brother's muffled screams. But the older brother
knew he had no choice but to continue. To stop now would mean
everything that came before had been endured in vain. 

Elijah slowly withdrew his finger from the grasp of his little
brother's asshole, relieved to see it come out slimy but clean.
He was glad he'd had the foresight to plan Thad's bath in the
creek. He then pushed his finger all the way back in, feeling his
brother's anal walls reluctantly making way for the unexpected
visitor. He wiggled his finger around again, trying to block out
his brother's shouts and groans. 

He wrinkled up his nose when he thought about what he was doing
poking fingers  in his brother's shit-hole! But at the same time,
against his conscious will, Elijah imagined that it was his DICK
sinking deep into Thad's hot, wet insides, and his dangling
appendage began guiltily twitching to life. 

Elijah tried to cleanse his mind of these dirty thoughts,
reminding himself of the pain such action inflicted on his own
young body, and the even greater pain he knew getting fucked in
the ass would cause his brother. He knew he had little choice in
the matter, but he could at least choose not to ENJOY his
brother's suffering........couldn't he???

Elijah hurried to get the whole thing over with. He licked his
middle finger and  pressed TWO fingers against his little
brother's tight pucker, pushing firmly until it gradually inhaled
the thickness of both fingers. Thad tried to scramble away and
escape, but Elijah held him firmly in place with his left hand.
He hated Master James for forcing him to rape his own brother. 

Elijah pushed both fingers as deep as he could, wriggling them
around to familiarize Thad with the feeling of having his rectum
filled. He thrust them in and out, in and out, listening to the
funny suction noises made by the friction of muscle, saliva,
fingers, and air-bubbles. 

The sounds made him think again of what it would feel like to
fuck his little brother, and his dick continued growing in spite
of himself. He looked down with horror at his semi-hard dick,
jerking into the air like a snake rearing its head up to strike.
How could this be happening?!? He hadn't even touched himself. It
just wasn't right to want to do to his little brother what Jacob
had done to Sophy that day in the barn. 

But it's natural to be curious, he tried to assure himself. Then
he remembered that before he'd met Master James he didn't even
know a boy's body could be put to such uses! That must be it, he
concluded angrily. Master James had somehow brainwashed him,
polluting his mind with ideas it had never considered before. 

Elijah felt like his hardening dick was going to betray his
shameful thoughts to Master James and Thad, but he was helpless
to do anything to stop it. 

Elijah now pried open Thad's anus with three spit-lubricated
fingers, stretching the hole in preparation of the larger
intruder to come. Convinced that his brother's ass was as loose
as it was going to get that morning, Elijah pulled his fingers
out. 

Thad stood up on wobbly knees, looking scared and shell-shocked.
His eyes shot wide in dismay when he saw Elijah's rock-hard
monster, grown to its full nine inches, jutting out menacingly
before him. 

Elijah looked guiltily away, holding out his slimy fingers for
Thad to lick. Thad wrinkled his nose in disgust, convinced he was
going to throw up. James laughed and continued stroking his dick.


"C'mon, Thad," Elijah coached gently. "I did it, and it ain't TOO
bad." 

Thad literally held his nose and dove in for the taste, licking
Elijah's fingers thoroughly clean in a matter of seconds. They
tasted weird and slimy, but not as gross as he'd expected. 

"This the worst part," Elijah warned, still embarrassed of the
throbbing teenage dick reaching out for his ten-year-old
brother's asshole. "I'll try my best to get this over quick." 

Elijah helped position Thad on all fours, on the cold wooden
floor where Elijah himself had been brutally raped by Master
James less than an hour earlier. Instead of using the pillow as a
kneepad, he kindly gave it to his brother to once again muffle
his inevitable screams. 

Positioning himself behind his brother's tiny bubble-butt, Elijah
awkwardly poked his thick brown cock at his brother's small
wrinkled hole. His manhood looked grotesquely huge in contrast to
Thad's frail little body. He rubbed his cock against the saliva
still smeared around Thad's asshole, left over from Elijah's
probing fingers. Realizing that wouldn't be enough lubrication,
Elijah spit in his hand and stroked up and down on his dick until
it was thoroughly wet. He nervously pushed the thick dark head of
his African python against his little brother's asshole, pressing
harder and harder until it finally broke the surface and sank two
or three inches into the depths beneath. 

Thad's body convulsed in a pain beyond screams. 

Elijah kept still as long as he could, allowing Thad to grow
accustomed to the burning sensation. Eventually the warm wet
bowels beckoned his cock deeper, and he shoved it in another two
inches, splitting open Thad's narrow virgin tunnel. 

Elijah was torn between empathy for his little brother's
excruciating pain, and an overwhelming temptation to take
pleasure from the firm round ass clutching his dick in its
unbelievably tight grasp. 

Struggling to find a comfortable position, Elijah pushed Thad
flat on his stomach so that he could rest his own body atop his
little brother's, and bury his dick fully in the younger boy's
unexplored depths. It took a surprising amount of strength for
Elijah finally to sink his shaft all the way into Thad's
ripped-open ass.

Elijah gasped in sudden pleasure at the new sensation. He was
amazed at how good it felt to have his dick totally engulfed by
the warm, squishy tightness of his brother's rectum. No wonder
Master James craves Negro boys' asses, Elijah reflected guiltily.


Delirious from this newly discovered pleasure, Elijah forgot
about Thad's pain for a moment and pumped in and out of his
brother's asshole. He was forced to take it slowly at first, so
restricted and resistant were his brother's anal walls.
Eventually he tore them wide open, however, and started slamming
in and out of his little brother's limp body with greater speed
and intensity.

Thad felt like the flames of hell were burning away at his
insides. Elijah's monster dick felt like a sharp tree branch
spearing his little body. He smashed his face into the pillow and
muffled his terrified sobs. He felt angry and betrayed that
Elijah seemed to be enjoying himself so much, after promising to
take it easy on him and get it over quickly. 

This was a fate far more painful and degrading than anything
Thad's unpolluted little mind could have ever imagined. At ten
years of age, the innocent boy had no concrete, conceptual
understanding of "virginity," but he still felt instinctively
that with every one of his brother's thrusts, something serious
and permanent was being damaged and changed inside him. He
imagined Lil Rooster in the corner of the room, pointing at him
and laughing and calling him a "pussy-boy." But wasn't that
exactly what he'd been turned into   a pussy-boy performing dirty
acts for his Master's pleasure?

James felt like he was on the brink of orgasm. He smiled in
amusement at Elijah's unexpected enthusiasm. His jaw dropped in
awe when he realized Thad's tiny ass had taken all nine, thick
inches of Elijah's African beast. Surely the poor boy would be
limping for weeks! 

Elijah was caught up in a frenzy of selfish, sweaty, irrational
lust. He slammed his huge cock again and again into his little
brother's body. Thad's face was smashed awkwardly into the
pillow, his bony little body jerking rhythmically forward in a
rocking motion with every painful thrust. The smell of Thad's
hair, skin, and ass was intoxicating as the little boy's flesh
offered up to Elijah its previously unimagined pleasures. 

This being Elijah's first time fucking another person, boy or
girl, orgasm overtook him without warning. Elijah let out a wild,
guttural scream as shot after shot of creamy teenage cum exploded
into his little brother's stunned body. 

Thad felt like someone was inflating him with hot water. He felt
his brother's thrusts weakening and moaned a sign of relief.  

Seeing that the teenage boy's out-of-control hormones had altered
the plan, James leapt to the floor and joined Elijah in his
dramatic climax. The sight of Elijah's thick dark dick still
impaling his little brother's pert golden-brown ass-cheeks was
enough to send James over the edge. Kneeling beside Thad's
prostrate body, James unleashed four ropes of thick, hot cum all
over the little boy's back and hair. With a loud sigh, he
released all the pent-up lust and guilt from the morning's
adventures. 

Elijah looked shamefacedly at James, knowing his Master had seen
him take pleasure from fucking his little brother's ass. He
pulled out his soggy, softening dick, and watched a puddle of cum
run out of Thad's asshole. The boy's anus gaped open in a dark
circle the thickness of Elijah's dick. 

James stood up and collapsed contentedly upon the bed. He called
the two slave boys to lie beside him, one on each side, resting
each arm beneath each boy's head.  The three lay there breathing
heavily, chests heaving up and down, staring up at the ceiling.

Thad, still covered in cum, felt disgusting and wanted nothing
more than to run to the creek where he could wash and cry. He
wondered if boys like Lil Rooster and Moses would be able to tell
just by looking at him that he too was a pussy-boy now. He
thought of the father he could barely remember, and wondered if
having him in their lives again would make the morning's
suffering worthwhile. 

Elijah felt a rush of guilt and regret about selfishly taking his
little brother's virginity. He wondered if Thad would ever be
able to forgive him. How quickly and darkly his life had changed
since meeting Master James! He hoped nobody else would find out
that he'd taken pleasure from the anal rape of his little
brother.

James was drunk with power and pleasure. He heard the heavy,
troubled breathing and felt the warm bodies of the two slave boys
at his side and knew he couldn't free them, or any of his slaves
for that matter. At least not yet, at least not until he'd
explored the numerous temptations of his new role as slave-owner
to their fullest.  

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advice on how my writing might improve, characters or scenes you
particularly enjoy, suggestions for future characters or
storylines, stories and fantasies of your own, and anything else
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