GL-156 The Young Master
The Young Master
Greenleaf GL
GL-156
William J Lambert
$2.95
Excerpt
“You talk spunky for a pretty-faced cocksucker,” Jeremiah said. “I’m going to enjoy ripping your asshole right around your cock to your belly.”
“You think you’re going to do that with that cat dick of yours?” Jonah laughed. “You’re going to have to do some mighty fast blowing on that thing to get it anywhere near that big.”
“You’re going to see just how far I’m going to have to blow it up,” Jeremiah said, undoing his own pants. He threw the hemp-rope belt to a mat laying on the floor on the other side of the room. He then dropped his pants down around his muscular stomach, over his partially erect cock of almost elephantine proportions, around his barreled thighs. He stepped out of the small pile at his feet.
“Mighty God above!” Jonah squealed, holding his nose.
“You let loose more stink by dropping your britches than gathers in the outhouse in a whole season of shitting.”
There were snickers around the room. None were very loud. Of the two Negroes, it was predetermined which was going to be the victor of the argument. Jonah, the pretty boy at Hawkscraven, was good at words. He’d spent most of his youth, since puberty, servicing the servants at the main house. He had almost ten bastards running around the plantation kitchen. He’d picked up a good deal of old Michael Crinlin’s quickness in speech. Jeremiah, however, was the stronger of the two. If the argument came down to a bodily struggle, Jonah had little chance of surviving against the larger man. Jeremiah was the prime stud at Hawkscraven.
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