fPompey lay in the back of the wagon and tried to take a nap which was difficult on the bumpy hard packed but rutted dirt road. It was spring and the smell of the fresh flowers and the manure laded fields brought the primal instincts of rebirth and reproduction to all of life.
Unlike the many thousands of unfortunates who had perished during the trip Pompey had survived the terrible voyage across the ocean as a young boy aboard one of the slavers that made the horrendous regular circuit across the mid latitudes of the Atlantic. He had been terrified when he was sold at action at the age of eight on the wharfs of Charleston South Carolina. That had been twelve years before and since that time a lot of things had changed in his life. He had been much luckier than most to belong to Massa Robert who was a very kind man who owned a rice and pine tar plantation in the South Carolina low country. There were more than a hundred slaves on the plantation and Massa Robert treated them quite fairly and fed them very well. Sunday was always a special day for rest and regeneration with church services in the morning, a huge banquet of fresh vegetables and meats in the afternoon and singing and dancing well into the dark of the night.
On Monday morning the hard work always began anew and Pompey's body was built for that type of physical labor. Under this regimen he grew and hardened into a man of prodigious size and strength. By the time he was seventeen he stood almost six foot four and weighed around two hundred fifty solid very muscular pounds with little or no extra fat on his body. His shoulders were almost as wide as two axe handles and his biceps were as big around as most common men's thighs. Pompey found that he loved the hard work especially when there were trees to fell and he spent many hours swinging a sharp axe into the yielding wood. He came to believe that nothing felt better than the blood coursing into his straining muscles and the euphoric feeling of exercise that only the athlete can appreciate.
He felt that way that is until he turned eighteen. Massa Robert took a special interest in Pompey as he matured often taking him with him as he traveled around the Low Country to visit other plantations on trading trips. Pompey would notice that the man would observe him carefully when they would bathe on those trips in the clear creeks and rivers that ran abundantly throughout the land. They were on one of these trips just after his eighteenth birthday when Massa Robert approached him while they were naked in a cool quick running creek. He walked around him looking his body over and then facing him reached down and took his penis in his hand. Pompey was as well developed between his legs as the rest of his body. His penis hung down around six inches when flaccid and once aroused swelled to almost twelve inches in length with a girth that was over three inched across at the base.
He had learned the pleasures of masturbation years before from one of the other young boys in the dark and availed himself of that sexual release nightly. Up until Massa Robert touched him he had never had another person touch him and didn't know quite what to do as the Massa stroked him to full hardness with his hand. He had seen the Massa doing the same thing with one of the stallions when he was positioning him to mount a filly or female donkey to conceive a mule. As demeaning as the deed was to him Pompey felt the wonderful erotic feelings beginning to flow through his nerves as his large balls pulled up tight against his body and began to tingle from the stimulation. Massa Robert stopped his stroking before he could ejaculate and stepped back from his massive young black slave.
"You have not mounted a bitch yet have you Pompey?" Massa Robert asked. He had a rule on his plantation that a male or female slave could not breed until they had turned eighteen and then only with his permission. He considered the breeding of his slaves in the same manner that he bred his livestock or pollinated his crops. It was a careful process and he wanted only the finest offspring to add to his possessions. Pompey was potentially the finest breeding slave stud that he had ever seen. To have a dozen of his sons working was worth more than four times as many normal slaves. Not only would Pompey's prodigy add to the quality of his field hands but he would be able to collect large fees from neighboring slaveholders for allowing him to impregnate their female stock. It was the main reason that he had allowed Pompey to travel with him over the past two years. He wanted his neighbors to see the mammoth young man and consider him when they made their breeding plans for their bitches in the future.
"No sir," Pompey replied respectfully as his swollen cock began to shrink from its full erection. "I ain't never been with no woman."
"I have a special plan for you young man," Massa Robert had said. "It is a plan that will make both of us very happy."
The two very different men dressed and then Massa Robert climbed back into the wagon and motioned for Pompey to join him. Under normal circumstances he would have selected a lithesome young slave woman and mated her with this fine buck. He strongly believed in the strength of a family unit and rarely would break up a family unless there was a measure of rebellion or disrespect. In Pompey's case he had a very different plan in mind.
When they had returned to Palmetto Shores, Massa Robert's plantation, Pompey was instructed to move into a cabin that was at the very end of one of the rows of slave quarters. The cabin was set off just a bit from everyone else. It was the biggest cabin and had in the past been the home of a family of four whom had recently been given to Massa Roberts eldest son Adam who was starting a farm of his own up in the Piedmont area of the state.
The next day Pompey worked hard in one of the pine forests clearing some dead wood, took a dip in the river and had a big evening meal before collapsing naked on his new bed as the sounds of the crickets and frogs captured the night. The only light in the room was the soft moonlight that came in through the two small windows but that was enough for him to see everything in sort of a shadowy world. With his eyes closed he had begun gently stroking his cock to erection in the manner that he had learned was the most enjoyable when he heard the door open and looked up to see Maggie, one of the other slaves, standing and looking down at him. Maggie was comely and in her mid twenties with two youngsters that she was rearing. Her husband had died the year before when the tree that he was felling had unexpectedly snapped and whipped back out at him and crushed his chest, killing him on the spot.
"What are you doing here Maggie?" he asked as he quickly stood up and placed his hand down over his genitals trying to hide his enormous erection. Maggie was a woman whom he often imagined as he masturbated at night. She stood around five foot five and had very large pendulous breasts and a wide full ass.
"Massa Robert told me it was time you became a man and that I had myself another baby," she said as she closed the door behind her and began to shed the shift style dress which was her only clothing.
