White Owner Gets Obsessed With the Genitals of His Slaves

 This story happened in the year 1820, Mortis was a 35-year-old blond and tall man,1.86cm, he had blue eyes, short and straight hair, an equally gold beard that covered part of his face, perfect teeth, he was slim but not exaggeratedly; he was a landowner from southern Texas, he belonged to a wealthy family at the time, he lived in a big house with his wife and three young children, he had inherited a large fortune from his recently deceased father, including several slaves from Haiti , they were their greatest pride, they worked on the farm owned by Morti's family helping with the harvest, cleaning their house, making their food, ironing their clothes and actually whatever they wanted, the family prided themselves on treating all their servants very well, they boasted of allowing them eat 3 times a day, dress them in new rags every month and let them rest for an hour in the afternoon, because they understood that the black race was lazy, at least that's how Mortis and his beautiful blonde wife thought, they lived the true american dream.

But things are not always as they seem, this religious man was constantly disturbed by degenerate thoughts, images of sadomasochistic acts with his slaves often crossed his mind, and what was worse, specifically with males ones. He had a total of 6 blacks slaves, 4 women: Two quiet and serious young women who were in charge of household chores, their mother who prepared food every day; and there was another female who did not belong to the family but helped them in whatever it was necessary; on the other hand there were the father and son, two tall and muscular men, the oldest one was 43 years old and the young man was only 22 y/o, they worked on the harvest. Mortis did never recognize them, for him the only difference between the black males was the wrinkles on Aristobulus' face, which set him apart from his son Ezequiel, but they both had: big noses, yellowish teeth, large ears, inordinately broad backs and arms, huge thick asses and legs. With the excuse of supervising their work, the white man spent hours staring at the males under the sun sweating, while their fine yellowish-white and dirty rags got stuck to their skins, the dicks of both men protruding from their crotches.

Aristobulus and Ezquiel tried whenever they could to avoid meeting eyes with any member of the white family, especially with Mortis, they lived with a constat fear of finding him alone, because the man would always hit them on their genitals, sometimes directly, other times he would make it look like an accident, as if blacks were so stupid that they did not realize what he was doing, the father once told his son that despite everything this man do to him, he should remain calm. When Mortis thought that blacks were working too slowly or did something that was disrespectful, with a whip he hit them on their nuts, sometimes when he crossed them in the middle of a hallway, he would slap them on their crotches without warning, the worst times were when he found them kneeling or in four legs while they were sowing, the slaver took every opportunity to catch them off guard in these positions and hit them with any object from behind in their balls, then he laughed and told them that it was just a joke, but the pain they felt in their gonads was very real.

Things reached another level one afternoon in April, both black men were unexpectedly taken from their work by the slaver, and then he forced them to go to a remote shed where they kept old family objects, once there, the blond man took a rope and tied up both males looking at each other face to face, they looked into each other's eyes with concern and spoke in their native language, Aristobulus told his son that whatever happened, they would be fine, they just had to submit to his ower. The ropes crossed the thick biceps of both men, tied to two beams that went from the floor to the ceiling of the place, their legs were wide open, equally immobilized with ropes.

Mortis watched the scene for a few seconds, then walked over to a table and picked up a pair of scissors.

"God, forgive me for what I'm about to do," he said aloud but to himself.

First he approached the young black man tied to the beam, and then he began to cut off his clothes with the scissors slowly, first his dirty white shirt, the smell of sweat flooded his head, and he quickly noticed that a strong erection protruded inside of his classic beige pants, then he observed the young man's nipples lifted and hard adorning those strong pectorals, the man took his tongue out and licked them sensually in a circular way, then he went down with his tongue through the boy's abdomen, who only stared there with an angry face, he said nothing while the white man filled his torso with saliva, stopping from time to time to give the boy tender kisses; After several minutes the white man stopped licking and stood upright, he stared at the angry boy's black eyes, then he kneed him in the groin, feeling the nigga's long but flaccid penis on his knee, he groaned and tried to kneel, but the the ropes prevented him, the white man continued hitting the black young man on his genitals for several minutes, with his knee and also with his foot, kicking into the air until crashing against his testicles, the boy endured for a while, but soon the pain was so strong that he began to cry, his Father from a few meters in front shouted unintelligible things, the sadistic white pervert had already loose all his sanity, by this point, he took out his dick and began to masturbate while with his other hand he punched the boy in his balls, finally he stopped only to unbuttoned the boy's pants and taking them off, revealing a 17 cm member almost purple, his big and round balls hanging behind visibly wounded, Mortis took them with his figers, and with all his strenght he twisted them around and pulled those nuts down, causing the black man to bend his legs towards the floor as far as his bonds left him, unable to breathe until the sadist released them, turned and walked towards Aristobulo.

The mature black man looked at the tall white man without saying a word, just waiting for his fate, as soon as he came next to his side, he began to kick him hard in his balls repeatedly for 15 minutes, with constant kicks, causing the slave a terrible pain, the worst part of the kicking torture was when the tip of the slaver's foot crushed both testicles against the beam, at that moment they did not know it, but the black man's left testicle burst, exploding inside the meat bag, this made the slave scream like a madman, which it caused Mortis to lose patience and hit him several times on his face, starting a heavy hemorrhage from his nose, the abuser took the scissors and proceeded to cut the fabrics of the tied up adult slave until he was completely naked, showing a dick even longer than his son's, the deformed bleeding testicles hung below.

Mortis took a long rope from the floor, he tied it up around the member of Aristobulus, and then he approached the son, tying the other end of the rope to his reproductive system, and without any remorse, he began to pull the rope, moving himself further and further away from the two men, which caused the rope to stretch with it, painfully pulling both testicles from the immobilized black slaves, they screamed and cried heartbreakingly, while their white master smiled with bright eyes at the view of those two strong animals totally defeated, those muscular black men were too weak compared to his more developed body and brain, the rope was so strong and so well tied, that when Mortis made one last great effort and pulled with all his strength, both members separated cleanly from their crotches and four testicles and two penises fell to the ground, while a cascade of blood fell on top of them.