Savannah Affair Ch 01

Savannah Affair Part 01

Prequel: Bo and Joshua

This story is entirely fictional--as any student of the history of the Civil War will attest. Warning: I have done only a little research to ensure the accuracy of the history and the geography. This is about people, not places, wars or events. All characters in this story are over 18 when the actions described take place. I understand that some readers shy away from black-white stories, particularly if they involve slavery. If that is you, you probably want to skip the Prequel, although the same issues will resurface thereafter. WARNING: non-consensual sex is depicted--which is undoubtedly historical. As of now about nine of the novella's parts have been written and need to be edited. © Copyright, 2025, Brunosden.

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Prequel....

It's 1841. Late summer. The first wail of a newborn from the owner's bedroom is heard late in the night. Beowulf Thomas Howell has been born and is yelling the first of his loud, throaty cries. Rosemae, the mother, is doing well, attended by several housemaids, one of whom is a seasoned midwife. The bedroom is in Howellwood, a stately plantation on thousands of acres, about half in wood, the other planted, on the Savannah River, about 100 miles north of Savannah, nearer to Augusta. It's a prosperous place, with hundreds of slaves, really a city unto itself with a large wharf for the loading of indigo and rice and the unloading of treasures from abroad. Life for the owner family is lush and pleasant. And the lusty cries of the baby belie the demanding, privileged, exciting life that he will to lead!

Boboy (as he was immediately dubbed by his Dad, Beauregard Howell) was the third boy and the sixth surviving child sired by the barrel-chested planter to his buxom wife of twenty years. Only one had died at birth. Bo was a "late" child, more than seven years younger than his nearest sib, a sister. A "mistake" Beau joked.

Beau was a giant of a man, in physique and character, with a voracious appetite for food, bourbon and sex--not necessarily in that order. A large beefy face, crowned with rusty hair topped a barrel chest and, absurdly spindly legs. He was "king" of his domain. Thus, he had countless bastard children, some still on the plantation, born to various attractive young female slaves. (He refused to use the lamb intestine condoms on the plantation claiming "his" folks were all disease-free, although he did so in town at the brothels. Besides babies born to his slaves were money in the bank.) Beau loved his wife, and she loved him. He was not present at the birth; men never were. Actually, he was in another room in bed with the newest young housegirl.

It was the custom of young "Southern Belle" brides to ignore their husband's sexual peccadilloes--provided they were only with women of color--or men. Neither was considered a threat to the marital union. No whoring around in the public halls of Augusta or Savannah with fallen white women (although he did it anyway). And certainly no affairs with other plantation wives (a condition, he was pleased o meet). As she aged, Rosemae expected some playing around, within limits. In fact, they longer slept in the same room.

Beau had slept (actually never "slept"--typically quick sexual rolls in the slave quarters or the "cot" he kept in the alcove of his office) with many of his more attractive female slaves and a good number of his better-looking young male bucks. There was one particular favorite whom he continued to bed for twenty years--Priscilla, a "house-slave" of some beauty and sexual talent. Priscilla had given birth to one of many of Beau's children (not with his wife), a boy, almost a year to the day before Boboy entered life. Unlike the other babies born on the plantation, at Priscilla's wheeling, Joshua had been kept on and not sold in his youth.

He had never become attached to one of the younger men, however. Way too dangerous. A man fucked more than a few times tended to become attached to the partner.

Rosemae knew that Beau had probably fucked Priscilla (she'd never use that word, but often thought it; never could she imagine him "making love" to a slave), but she knew that Priscilla had not asked for it or seduced him, and she liked the coffee-skinned woman. So she had kept Priscilla on in the plantation house--even after Joshua had been born. So there was already a nursery where Joshua had been unusually privileged to remain with his mother--even after he had been weaned. After Boboy's birth, Priscilla naturally became his nursemaid, even wet-nursing him for Rosemae. Thus, Priscilla's room was adjacent to the nursery. And she minded both boys religiously.

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Fourteen years later, Joshua, ironically named after the famous Biblical general who had miraculously crumbled the walls of Jericho, was still in the house, already trained as a "houseboy"--polishing boots, polishing silver, oiling furniture, toting firewood, and cleaning spaces too small for the larger slaves to get into. He was intelligent and being groomed to become butler (the manager of all the house slaves) when the aged man currently in that position ended his service. But, he was not one to cause walls to collapse!

He was a bright and happy boy--and he spent most of his scarce free time in the nursery with Boboy, learning letters and numbers alongside him and memorizing Bible verses with him. Joshua became personable, confident and charismatic as a result. By the time they were eight, they roughhoused and wrestled. Joshua often was victor, pinning Boboy to the carpet while teasing him with a full body tickle as his victory reward. Outside, Joshua, being slightly bigger and a year older, naturally took the lead, climbing trees, searching for treasures in the woods and even swimming "nekkid" in the river. They bonded like the half-brothers they were--although neither knew the other shared the same father. Priscilla of course revealed nothing, and Rosemae was too proud to do so--she had never acknowledged any of Beau's illegitimacies.

After he was fourteen, growing into manhood, Joshua was banished from the nursery which was permanently converted into Boboy's school room. He moved to the dorm room with the other male house slaves in the attic of Howellwood. But the boys remained close friends, although both realized that as they aged, the friendship was going to become more and more difficult. Boboy was destined to be a "Massa," and Joshua would always be a "Boy." They continued to spend time together--Boboy always horsed around with Joshua outside and asked that Joshua accompany him on rides through the woods or for swims, and being the "baby," he got what he wanted. And Joshua followed like a favorite pet.

After Joshua's eighteenth birthday, the day of his achieving manhood, he had been led to the slave quarters by one of the older men and had been "introduced" to the pleasures of sex with an older woman who had earned a reputation for "breaking in" the new boys. He quickly moved on, even that night. He became a regular, slipping out of the attic rooms where the house slaves slept to the nearby slave quarters to lie with various young women. After the second night, when he had performed for four women in the evening, and, after a brief sleep, another two before breakfast, his notoriety spread quickly. They vied for his attentions--he was a handsome boy-man, clean, with the manners of a house slave, and the ability to cum multiple times in rapid succession. They literally lined up to feel his muscle-hard arms around them and his rigid, large penis inside. Soon he was a well-known lover and cocksman. He earned a reputation for the size of his penis--which was no small feat among the Africans who populated the plantation and for the talented way he used it.

Beau, of course, had learned from, Lionel, his foreman, that Joshua was sneaking from the house and bedding various young females most nights. They seemed to like him. And the foreman reported that Joshua was apparently good in bed and well-endowed--and obviously fertile. Several were already pregnant. Beau was delighted--babies were a valuable "by-crop" on a plantation, and if the young women wanted Joshua, so be it.

But he also wanted to see for himself. One night, Beau called Joshua to his study after the women had withdrawn. He was already in his cups. "Strip boy. I want to see what all the commotion is about." Joshua stood silently for only a second, before he realized what he had to do and what was coming. He stripped easily--since he was wearing only a muslin shirt, tied at the neck and patched knickers, tied at the waist--both billowy, coarse, homespun and laundered to gossamer thinness. He stood before the Massa, spreading his legs, and crossing his arms under his pecs to emphasize the muscles. By then, he was nearly a man, six foot, with bulging muscles. His long, limp dick naturally hung very low along his muscled thigh. He was justifiably proud of his body. "Not bad. I guess you're pretty good breeding stock--or so I've heard. Keep it up. The more babies the better."

Beau stood from his big leather chair and approached the boy, walked around him, caressed his buttocks and squeezed them hard. Then he moved around and weighed his shaft in a pasty moist hand. It extended inches beyond his palm. His fingers didn't reach around when he tried to fist it. "Hot damn. You are a big one." He dropped the shaft and cupped the low hanging balls. They were hot, and Beau could feel the movement inside. "Not bad at all. I'm guessing there are a lot of baby-makers inside these sacs. And of course, they all belong to me. Just remember that. Bend over the desk and spread, boy. Let me see what you've got. I'm going to be the first to enter that tight hole and open it up for you." Joshua of course obeyed immediately. He stretched over the empty desk and grabbed the opposite side to hold himself in place, spreading widely, his toes barely touching the rug. Silent throughout.

"Oh, fuck. That's one of the prettiest pussies I've ever had the pleasure of using." Joshua heard Beau's boots flung noisily across the room and his heavy belt buckle hitting the floor--Beau had dropped his trousers. Then, he stepped up behind Joshua, pulled his supple cheeks apart, pushed a couple of beefy fingers inside to open him, and quickly rammed his hooded manhood deep inside. Beau wasn't particularly long or thick, maybe just a little bigger than the average white man. But, Joshua was an anal virgin and Beau had not taken the time to open him or lube. Joshua felt the pain, but knew not to react. He waited silently as Beau paused for a few seconds, re-hardening his dick. Then he began the powerful thrusts, pulling his cock out almost entirely, leaving only the head inside, before thigh-thrusting again into the depths. Joshua endured the onslaught quietly. And Beau seemed to be enjoying the ride.

After the fifth or sixth thrust, as Joshua's chute was enlarging to take the cock, Beau touched something deep inside, and Joshua gasped and tightened his anus, squeezing Beau's cock in the process. It wasn't pain. It was pleasure. "I guess I found your sweet spot, boy. Like that, eh? I'm guessing you want more." Then he hit it again and again. The pain suddenly turned to pleasure. And Joshua began to enjoy the encounter, despite the violence and impersonality. He began to wiggle his muscled butt into Beau's gut and leak a clear fluid which he had never noticed before. And the pleasure waves that moved up his spine were intoxicating. He felt a deep tingle deep in his gut. The feeling was brand new to him; it spread up his spine and down into his legs; then he started to spasm. The spasms were a big deal, straining every muscle as Joshua began to squirt long thick ropes of cum. Meanwhile, Beau let loose. After only a minute or two, Beau plunged even deeper than before, not quite reaching bottom. His cock swelled, and he unloaded a quantify of spunk into Joshua that filled him, withdrawing quickly to spray the last on the boy's buttocks and back. Joshua had shot repeatedly, even during the last plunge and continued to spray.

Just as quickly Joshua felt empty. He could feel the cum dripping down his inner thighs. Immediately, Beau had pulled away, slapped his cheeks a few times, and began to redress. "Very nice boy. Very nice. Maybe we'll have another go at this tomorrow. Make sure that chute stays nice and clean--or you'll be washing my dick with your tongue. And, nobody goes there except me. Make sure Lionel knows that I said that."

Only then did Joshua realize that the enormous load of creamy, viscous cum was dribbling down the mahogany front privacy panel of the planter's desk. "Clean that up boy. Leave no trace of your cum. Use your tongue if necessary. Then you may go. Not a word about this to anyone." Then he moved to the big leather chair and watched as Joshua, still naked, worked to remove the evidence, quickly redressed while smiling at Beau, and left.

Joshua began to realize that he had enjoyed being taken by a man almost as much as he enjoyed plunging into a woman. Somehow he knew that a cock larger than Beau's might be more painful--but also might produce more pleasure. He actually enjoyed the mixture of pleasure and pain. He was prepared to go either way. That was really the start of his adult sexuality.

Joshua continued to breed the women in the shacks--and Beau took him occasionally in the study. Always the same: bend over, push in hard, pump, shoot, then finish, without comment. Usually drunk or almost. But, Joshua always got off. He was enjoying being plugged.

Several of the older men had watched the boy as he came and went to the slave quarters. He was confident and assured, standing tall and proud, not stooped like so many of the older field slaves--a budding alpha male. He was tall, mocha-skinned, with dark flashing eyes and large well-spaced white teeth. With slim hips and a high bubble butt. Endless house chores had built nice muscles and the desired "Vee" from chest to waist. In short, he was a black Adonis--and always clean in body and dress. Thus, a challenge to the field slaves.

Thus, it wasn't long before Joshua had tasted the seed of some of the older, stronger field slaves and felt their large rigid poles in his ass. His protests to Lionel were for naught. "What he don't know won't hurt him. And you won't tell, will you boy?" Thus, he discovered how good it could be when the cock was bigger than Beau's. He alternated happily between "planting" women and being "planted" by the more experienced and stronger men. He was indifferent. That's the way it is on a plantation. Sex is everywhere. Massa encouraged it. Babies were valuable--since they soon were sellable. Male sex was tolerated. Men needed to let off steam from time to time, or they became insolent, and there were not enough un-pregnant women most of the time. Massas took whom they wished when the wanted, but allowed the sexual commerce to continue--and that is what it was--commerce. And of course sex was sex to be taken and enjoyed as often as possible.

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On his eighteenth birthday, Bo (Boboy was finally discarded by everyone but Beau) announced that he wanted to go bird and wild boar hunting in the plantation woods. He wanted a camping trip--three days and two nights. Rosemae was reluctant, but when Bo announced that he was taking Joshua as guide and assistant, she decided to allow her butterfly to leave its chrysalis.

The next day the two young men saddled up--Bo on a horse, Joshua on a large donkey--and road toward the woods. (The Civil War had not yet started, although there were rumors of secession in South Carolina and Georgia. So the countryside was quiet and lush.)

Camp was set up--mostly by Joshua. The first packed victuals were eaten. And the young men set out to hunt. (Actually, only Bo was doing the hunting; rifles were rarely allowed to slaves, even well-behaved house slaves, except when rigidly supervised by armed foremen in a hunt for a fugitive.)

A few birds were shot--and Joshua cleaned them for dinner. The wild boar was elusive. So no wild pork for the first night. Fortunately, cook had filled the basket with provisions. Bo had stolen some of his Dad's stock of bourbon, and so after dinner, each had a few shots of the potent liquor. Ribald jokes and gestures led to a raucous atmosphere of "what happens in the woods, stays in the woods." Joshua boasted about the number of women he had planted, but didn't mention the regular encounters with Beau or some of the other senior male slaves. Both boys were hardening up--and it was clear that although Bo was big, Joshua was of godly-proportions. Bo proposed a wrestling match, and of course Joshua agreed.

"Greek style," Bo announced. Joshua was confused, but Bo was both birthday boy and future Massa.

"Tell me what that means, Bo."

"Nekkid, with a starting position of you on your knees. I'll show you. I'm sorry I don't have the oil they used in ancient times. But, it's still hot and we'll be sweating soon."

So Joshua stood and stripped. He wasn't at all embarrassed--and even if he were, Bo was calling the shots. He was after all a slave, accustomed to taking orders. Then he laid out a blanket on the soft pine-needle-covered ground. Bo followed and stood behind him. Now with Bo almost a man, the one year difference in their age meant they were nearly equal in body size--although Joshua was easily the stronger of the two.

Bo directed Joshua into a position (which Joshua immediately recognized as one of the sexual positions where he had bottomed for the seniors in the slave camp), and Bo leaned in hard, chest to back. He reached around and touched Joshua's semi. Joshua pulled in his gut and pushed his ass back into Bo. It was an automatic reaction. Bo's hand withdrew like he had touched a hot poker. It was the first time he had touched a dick other than his own, and wasn't sure how Joshua would react. Then, he moved the hand quickly to Joshua's gut to hold him steady. Joshua could already feel Bo's semi-hard cock nestling into his crack. Sexual electricity filled the quiet evening. The inexperienced younger white boy was in charge and on top while the older experienced black boy waited for what he assumed would be the inevitable climax. He was going to be fucked; and he actually looked forward to it. Deep down, he realized he loved Bo, a love very different from that of a bro.

Bo called the start and both began to struggle. Bo held him steady for some time, remaining on top, resisting Joshua's half-hearted attempts to "throw him." Bo finally collapsed Joshua to the blanket. Then he planted himself on top and spread arms and legs to hold him. Joshua turned his face. Doing so put their faces only inches apart. Their eyes met, and each detected a different fire in the other's vision. Bo quickly turned away. Bo's chest pressed harder and his rigid dick fell into the cleft between Joshua's muscled cheeks. Bo enveloped Joshua in a tight thigh clamp, but failed to capture his arms which Joshua ultimately used to push up from the ground, unsettling Bo's grip. Doing so dropped Bo's cock between the thighs and poked Joshua's balls. By then, the booze, the nakedness, the heat, and the position were causing the inevitable hardening of their cocks. They were little boys joking around no more. Joshua felt Bo's between his legs, and Bo had reached around and grabbed Joshua's rock hard shaft again. This time he held it tightly. Their eyes flashed questions, but neither said anything. It felt too good. Bo squeezed the cock, no longer afraid to hold, let alone touch, the hot pole. He shivered in the possession. Bo reached down and took Joshua's moist and pillowy lips. The latter opened and tongues began to test the opportunity to duel. Within minutes, Bo was distracted and loosened his holds. He was at the edge of taking his first man.