The Incredible Journey of Thomas Johnson

 

Copyright© 2017 – Nicholas Hall

 

Chapter Thirteen

"This is a world of compensations; and he who would be no slave must consent to have no slave. Those who deny freedom to others deserve it not for themselves, and, under a just God, cannot long retain it."

(Abraham Lincoln)

 

Rescued Boys

A spring storm struck some time during the night; rain pelted on the windows of the French doors leading to the porch, and lightning flashed, thunder roared, causing the naked boys to cuddle closer to my nude body for comfort and warmth. They'd both enjoyed pleasuring me and themselves before we slept. The storm seemed to have little effect on them as they slept. I pulled the covers up around us, held the boys in my loving embrace, and drifted off in a safe and satisfied sleep!

The second time I woke, the actual storm had ceased, but there was still a gently spring rain pattering against my windows. Both boys still slept soundly, but not for long since this was a school day and they had chores to do before they left for the one-room school house. I hesitated in waking them, my mind in a dither as I considered my predicament.

Here I was, inescapably trapped, I thought, in the past, specifically in the 1860's after the end of the Civil War, the day before President Abraham Lincoln was assassinated at Ford's Theatre by John W. Booth. If this was not a dream I was experiencing, could I or should I have someone take me to the nearest telegraph office and send a message to the President not to attend the play "My American Cousin" at Ford's Theatre? Would it be possible to change history? More than likely, once I sent the telegraph message, soldiers or the sheriff's office would send someone out to lock me up! If the President failed to heed or never received my warning, I could, for all intents and purposes, be sought out as a co-conspirator and hanged with the rest of them!

The more and longer I thought about it, the more convinced I became not to interfere with history, although it saddened me deeply! Perhaps, I thought, this really was just a dream I was experiencing and I'd wake up in some hospital recovering from the lightning strike as the spring storm swept upon me as I dashed to shelter in the small cave. Although, I certainly didn't feel it was a dream or unconsciousness from the lightning strike, when during the night Benjie scooted up against my hard cock, pushed back until I was lodged deeply inside of him and pumped my seed into him and then Henri. Nor did it seem like a dream now with Benjie's pert little butt cheeks resting in my crotch, my stiffness beginning to pulse into him again. If this was a dream, it was a damned fine one! Reluctantly, I pulled out and gently shook each boy awake and we started a new day.

It didn't take the boys long to get dressed in some older clothing, dash downstairs, do their chores, and get into clean clothes for breakfast and school. Antoine joined them for chores and breakfast. Where he spent the night was unknown to me, but I would've bet he spent it in the bunkhouse with Absalom! Jefferson wandered in shortly thereafter, a satisfied smile on his face!

We all gathered in the Doucet kitchen for breakfast. Celeste wondered, aloud, who was going to do what today since it was raining. Hiram said he needed help in the machine shed getting some equipment repaired and cleaned up. Absalom suggested the chicken house needed cleaning and today, since it was raining, would be a good time to do it.

"The rainy weather will keep the dust down," he allowed.

"If you do," Celeste requested, "leave some fresh straw in the nesting boxes; I want to have some of the hens setting so we can have some little chicks. Once the planting help arrives, we're going to have plenty of hungry folks and young fryers would fill part of the bill."

Hiram also thought it'd be good idea if Caleb took the boys to school rather than leave Goliath standing all hitched up in the rain for the day. They all looked to me for approval and knowing they knew more what to do than I, I nodded my consent, adding, "Absalom and Jefferson to help Hiram; Makil, Isiah, and Caleb, once he returns from taking the boys to school, to work in the chicken house."

The little boys were more than happy to have someone take them to school, and once excused from the table, gathered up their books, put them in oil cloth bags, donned slickers, and left with Caleb so he could get his rain gear and hitch Goliath up to the cart. Goliath really didn't like the rain so it took a bit to coax him out of the three-sided shelter in the corral and get him hitched, but the four of them were soon trotting down the lane with Caleb handling the reins.

Delphine and Delia, Hiram's daughters, were going to help their mother in the kitchen and then go to the big house for some cleaning while Celeste thought it best to do a quick exam of the two pregnant wives, Leticia and Sarah. She motioned them to her "sick room" and I excused myself to return to my office to continue working on my books. I was still troubled knowing of upcoming events and my feelings of helplessness in preventing it from happening!

After lunch, Celeste asked me to tell the men cleaning the chicken house to bring clean clothes up the house and she'd have hot water ready for them to bathe.

"Chickens stink," she informed me, "and only soap and water can get the smell off!"

You couldn't prove it by me since I'd never cleaned a chicken house, but I'd been in it several times since my arrival and I could well imagine what someone might smell like after shoveling chicken shit most of the day! While the men bathed, I'd have the opportunity to visit with them concerning how they came to be permanent members of Chapman's household and, I might add, the additional pleasure of ogling them as they washed their manly parts as well!

When they came to the house in the afternoon for their baths when the chicken house was cleaned and manure and other debris deposited on a manure pile behind the barn, Absalom joined them reasoning he needed cleansing as well. I must admit, all of the Chapman household took every advantage of bathing, contrary to what I might have read or been led to believe occurred during the Nineteenth century!

The four of them, door secured to the back room where they big tub was located, stripped naked and Absalom and Malik, since they were the oldest, climbed in the big tub and began washing each other. I sat on a chair and watched, not only what was happening in the tub, but Isiah's and Caleb's wobbling wieners as they pulled up chairs along side of me. The four of them all had nicely formed, smooth, uncut cocks. Flaccid, their penis's hung over medium-sized to slightly larger than normal sized testicles, swinging in loose, low-hanging scrotums and, in the flaccid state, were larger than most white males I'd seen over the years, but not necessarily longer in length or thicker in girth than me! I'd seen those same penis's erect, throbbing, ready for action and in our turgid states, they really were about the same size as me, perhaps a little bigger, but not much!

There were differences such as my own equipment was circumcised and theirs were not: Absalom's and Caleb's have a bit more girth; Malik's cockhead was barely exposed by his retracted foreskin and Isiah's was thinner, but had a very large head, or so it seemed.

I asked the general question; "How did you men come to work for Mr. Chapman?"

"I was thirteen when Mr. Chapman bought me," answered Absalom. "It was the same day he bought Malik, Isiah, and Caleb."

"We was workin' for a white guy, a `Massa Sam,' who sold our asses and our pricks to whoever had the money and wanted to fuck us!" chimed in Caleb.

"He was one mean sum-bitch!" snorted Isiah.

"Yeah; if'n we didn't make enough money each night, he'd beat us something terrible!" Malik allowed.

"Massa Sam," as the men referred to him, kept a number of slave boys off and on over the years for no other reason than to sell their bodies for a quick or all night romp of pleasure for those willing to pay the price and have a good-looking, smooth, black boy for a comfort toy! It was a matter of "anything goes" because as `Massa Sam' put it, "they ain't nothin' but nigger boys with big cocks!" As a result, all of his young slave prostitutes were subjected to all sorts of depravity!

`Massa Sam' worked in cahoots with several slave auction houses who kept their eyes and ears open to procure just the "right kind" of young slave boy for Sam. He preferred those boys who hadn't reached puberty, had no hair on their genitals or around their anus, smooth bodies, and nicely shaped and firm "fuckable asses!" Many plantation slave owners provided "bed boys" for their young or teenage sons to expend their juices into before allowing them to beginning breeding the female slaves or the neighbor girls for that matter. If for some reason, the "bed boy" fell out of favor, he'd be sold or put to work in the fields. If at all attractive, they would receive a fair piece of coin if sold to someone like `Massa Sam.' He in turn, would fuck'em himself for a week or more, just to prepare them for the streets and for his own pleasure!

Life wasn't pleasant for a slave in the south in during the 1800's and even more unpleasant for a slave boy whose master rented him out on a regular basis to prostitute for him! The fees those individuals paid for the boy were quite high and very profitable to someone like Sam. Once they entered puberty and the hair started to grow around their cocks and their balls descended, they were either sold off or just disappeared!

If, in the event a boy died while being abused by those who rented him, they were obliged to pay Sam for the original sale price of the boy and the body was either dumped into the Mississippi River or hauled to a swamp in the bayous where the gators could eat him!

Chapman was hunting for a card game in one of the less desirable establishments in the French Quarter in New Orleans, when, hearing some loud, raucous, vulgar talk emanating from a back room, poked his head in the door and saw a half dozen while men all naked and erect, enjoying themselves at four small black boy's expense.

The smallest of the boys, Caleb, was on his hands and knees and a very large dog mounted on his back with his cock, including his knot, locked up in the Caleb's asshole as the dog flooded his bowel with cum. Caleb screamed in pain while a couple of the men howled and hollered their enjoyment as they watched the terrible sight!

Another boy, Absalom, had two of the white men's cocks up his ass at the same time; Isiah and Malik each were on their hands and knees on small cloth covered sleeping pallets while they were being fucked and fucked hard! The final white guy was just standing slowly jacking himself waiting for his turn.

Chapman quickly stepped into the room, barred the door, pulled out a small revolver, and shouted, "Okay, boys, the party's over!"

One of the men watching Caleb being knotted by the big dog, shouted back, "Like hell it is!"

"Plans change," answered Chapman and as the dog, trying to pull away from Caleb, caused the boy such pain as the knot pulled against his asshole he screamed even louder, prompted Chapman to action. He shot the dog!

"That hound dropped dead," Malik said, "just as dead as those white boy's peckers did when they saw Mr. Chapman meant what he said!"

Absalom laughed; "Those white boys' cocks wilted faster than a pan full of collard greens hitting a hot skillet slicked with bacon grease!"

Caleb was able to slither away from the dead dog since its pecker popped out after it died. Chapman, according to Isiah, ordered the white boys to put their hands behind their backs and Absalom and Malik tie them tight, using the suspenders from the men's pants.

Malik said, "One of those boys, the oldest lookin' one, sneered at Mr. Chapman and said, `I'll find you and gut you like a catfish!'

Mr. Chapman walked up the man, pulled a small sharp knife from his pocket, grabbed the man's foreskin, pulled it out as tight as it could be without detaching the organ it covered, and with one small snip of the knife, made a slit about an inch long in it, saying, "If I ever see you or any of your friends again, I'll not stop until I reach your balls. After that, every one of you will have to squat to piss!"

They wrapped Caleb in a blanket and exited the place out a back door. Chapman found a cab and asked the boys where he could find "Massa Sam" and ordered the cabbie to take them there. It was a small place down on the waterfront. Chapman told the cabbie to wait for him, but before he climbed out of the cab, gave his knife to Absalom and told him if the cabbie tried to leave, stick him!

In about ten minutes, Chapman returned with a bill of sale for each of the boys and waved to the cabbie to move it. The cabbie took them to the stable where Chapman's rig and horse were. He had the stable boy hitch the horse up and all five of them left for High Oaks in the middle of the night.

At High Oaks, once they arrived, Caleb was not doing well and Mrs. Davies, Hiram's wife thought he needed a doctor or a healer. Chapman turned around, had a fresh horse hitched up to his buggy and went back to New Orleans. He returned the next day with Celeste.

"She doctored us up real good," Caleb said with admiration. "When she asked if we were slaves, Mr. Chapman told her not anymore since he gave us our freedom papers. Mr. Chapman told her no man had the right to own another and all those people who worked for him were free people of color! That did more than anything to heal us up!"

"By all the Saints," that was one happy day," Absalom laughed and the others all grinned in agreement.

Celeste stayed at High Oaks and when she became pregnant, the boys were not a bit surprised.

"We all knew she was bedding Mr. Chapman when he didn't have a young gal to play with, so when the need hit him, she let him breed her." Isiah said. "Only we don't ever say any thing `cause the little boys don't know they gots the same daddy and we ain't about to tell them."

"Those boys are just too sweet," added Caleb.

I couldn't agree more and assured them I wouldn't say a word either.

"Didn't think you would," Absalom said, "especially when we see how taken you are with them and how they are with you. All they can talk about is you! The four of us been wondering when we could sample that fine piece you have hanging twixt your legs!"

I smiled, answering only, "Maybe someday!"

As the men dried their now clean, but wet bodies, Malik told me when Hannibal's first wife died, Celeste married him and all of them moved north when Chapman sold High Oaks before the war began.

"Momma Celeste is the main reason Mr. Chapman sold High Oaks and moved north. She was convinced a war was going to come and by God, she was right!"

To be continued.

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