Date: Mon, 6 Apr 2015 14:32:31 +0000
From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com>
Subject: Return Home Ch.1

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This story takes us back to the slave era in American history. Of course it
is pure fiction and I have never discovered historical evidence that
indicates male slaves were subjected to homosexual acts against them by
their white masters. Therefore this is truly ficticious in that this
plantation owner made a habit of sexual liaisns with his slaves.

				Return Home
				 Chapter 1

The carriage drove through the gates and I realised that I was home. There
was no buzz, no feeling of joy. I had been shuffled off to boarding school
in the north when I was six years old and had seldom returned to my place
of birth. Now I had been wrenched out of my last year of college to return
to this place and become a plantation owner. My parents had been killed in
a slave rebellion and I now had responsibility for two younger sisters.

We drew up to the main door and as the carriage stopped the doors opened
and the house staff all came out and lined up to greet me. The last person
out was my father's estate manager, a man that I had probably met no more
than three or four times. He took my hand as I reached the top of the steps
and with a sombre expression greeted me.

"Welcome home Master Robert, I'm sorry it is in such sad circumstances."

"Thank you Mr. Hatchett."

What else was I to say, my parents had been almost as much of a stranger to
me as this man.

"Where are my sisters?"

A slightly embarrassed look and he told me, "They are in their rooms, still
grieving the loss of your parents."

I knew that to be a lie, they were the most uncaring, unloving creatures I
had ever met. Everything was me, me, me, with them. Tantrums got them most
of what they wanted. From today they would see a huge difference in their
lives. I disliked women generally and my sisters in particular, but I had a
duty of care which I knew I would shoulder. I would not have them on the
plantation with me but I would purchase a house in town, settle a
reasonable allowance on them until they married, but that was as far as I
was prepared to go.

"Give me an hour to settle into the master suite and then meet me in the
study. I might as well start learning about this place as soon as
possible. Please send for the lawyer as well, I had better clear all the
legal hurdles at once."

Hatchett was obviously surprised at the speed I was going to move at
because he was quite flustered.

"I don't know that I can have all the books in order by then."

"Well bring what you have and we'll make a start."

I then started along the line of staff. They were all slaves, including the
housekeeper. I noted that most were women and I knew I was going to change
that. There were two houseboys who looked to be just a few years younger
than me. They were attractive and would remain, but looking at the
remainder I thought they would all go, except possibly the major domo who I
supposed would be needed to steady the remainder of the staff. He was a
regal looking man approximately thirty years old and I had never seen him
before so I guessed the old one had died.

The suite I took over had been my parents. It was incredibly spacious
because I knew that my mother spent a lot of time in here. It was almost
like a self-contained apartment apart from the lack of a kitchen. I loved
it and would love it even more when I had made it more masculine.

The study was somewhere I had been maybe twice in my life. I looked round
it as I entered and sighed with pleasure. It was magnificent, and the
largest reception room in the house apart from the ballroom. Father's desk
was about an acre of mahogany, the most beautiful piece of furniture I had
ever seen and I remembered the captain's chair behind it. I had been
allowed to sit in it once when I was quite small and thought it would seat
at least two of me in comfort. Green leather with gold studs. I sat in it
again and took in the remainder of the room. Walls were lined with
bookcases and I realised that father had an incredible book collection all
leather bound and tooled in gold leaf. There was a large sitting area with
chesterfield leather sofas in dark maroon leather with coffee tables and
table lamps spread around. The conference table to one side was in the best
position for the light, being close to the floor to ceiling windows that
overlooked the gardens. The conference table chairs were smaller versions
of my desk chair. The wood floor was a light mahogany and most of it was
covered with Chinese rugs. My father had patently lavished a huge amount of
money on this room and I loved it. As a serious student I knew I would
spend many hours in here reading. The huge fan on the ceiling would keep it
comfortable in here for most of the year.

Hatchett knocked and entered weighed down with ledgers and day books. He
was amazed at how easily I assimilated the knowledge he imparted. I was,
after all, an honours student in finance. My father had obviously run a
very tight ship. The books were well kept and each page carried my father's
initials showing that he had accepted their content. This was going to be
so easy for me. The financial ledger was like opening an old friend. My
father used the same system of accounting as I had been taught. I was
surprised because it contained many modern ideas. He had obviously kept up
with modern accounting practice. Now I knew why he had insisted I study
finance, it would be invaluable to me now.

It was nearly supper time by the time a very flustered lawyer was shown
in. I thanked Hatchett telling him we would resume after breakfast when he
could bring the slave ledgers and I would examine all of them. The lawyer
read me the will, gave me the documents to sign that would enable me to
take over all of my father's assets at the bank and that was it. The will
was simple. There were no special clauses or directives, he had simply left
everything to me. There was no mortgage on the property and the bank
accounts were very healthy. I was pleased to see that all of my liquid
assets were held in silver. I had a natural dislike for paper money as
apparently had my father.

I ate alone that night, retiring to bed after a hot bath. That was another
thing I loved about my parents suite, it had a proper bathroom. I threw all
my clothes in a laundry basket and told the houseboy that attended me that
if he measured up I would take him on as my valet. I didn't tell him that
he would also be gracing my bed if he looked as good naked as he did
clothed. His name was Raul and he was eighteen. I found that out from the
slave register. He was part of my father's slave crop, home bred.

The next morning I surprised the house staff. I appeared for breakfast in
open neck white cotton shirt, fitted trousers and half boots of a soft
leather. The standard dress of heavy wool coats covering high necked shirts
with neck tie was insanity to me in this heat. My staff would soon reap the
benefit of that thinking as well. Women in layers of petticoats was stupid
and expensive and the senior men would be so much more comfortable dressed
in similar fashion to me.

Hatchett arrived after breakfast and I quickly acquainted him with my dress
code.

"I can see no point in you dressing so uncomfortably and smelling like a
horse before mid-day, displeasing me when I am close to you. Lots of baths
and clean clothes to be the order of the day for any staff who get close to
me."

He was surprised but I think, pleased.

I looked over the slave ledger and was pleased to see that each slave's
location was clearly stated after his name with room for corrections. Also
dates of birth where they were known and approximations where they weren't.

"I want all the children and women in the yard at 10 o clock Hatchett. By
children I mean those under sixteen, including any working the fields."

No problem, and I sat back to study the ledger. I was interested most in
males between the ages of fourteen and twenty two. I was a boy lover, or
more precisely, a black boy lover, and I intended to indulge heavily now
that I was the master. I would gradually replace most house staff with
males and I would sell most of the other females on the estate that I
didn't need for breeding. My father had never allowed children to know who
their mothers were, and vice versa. The men the same with regard to siring.
No family ties to worry about and the women looked after the children as a
group concept.

I shocked Hatchett and my slaves when they were all lined up.

"I want you all naked and stood with your legs astride and your hands
grasped behind your head."

They all looked at one another until I growled at them. The array was a
delight. I went down the line with Hatchett holding the ledger and a pen. I
pointed to each slave we came to and asked their name. Hatchett gave me the
job description and as previously arranged with him there were only letter
orders. If I said `S' that meant the slave was going to auction. `B' meant
possible bed partner, `H' was house, `A' was artisan training, and finally
Br was for the young women I would keep for my breeding programme. All
those that I had said B to, were told to step forward. The remainder I told
to dress and return to work. I dismissed Hatchett telling him to see me in
the study again after lunch.  I walked along the line of boys that were
left. I stroked their torsos and worried their nipples. I got odd looks but
nobody moved. When I went lower and stroked their cocks, and cupped their
balls again there was no movement. I walked behind them, stood back a
little and looked at some beautiful arses. I stroked them all, spread the
cheeks of a few to look at the anus and declared myself well pleased with
my selection.

"You are going to be my special boys. I will train you to pleasure me and
your reward will be a much more pleasant life than your fellows."

The younger ones I would have trained for house staff, grooming them to
grace my bed when they were older. I looked at the oldest one who looked
intelligent as well. Making him step to the front I told the others that he
would be their leader and they were to report to him at the end of work
each day. His name was Treano and after dismissing the others I took him
with me to the house. I let him put his trousers back on but nothing else.
Once in my suite I made him strip again and with him stood as he had been
for inspection. I started playing with him in earnest, and as his eyes got
wider in surprise, his cock grew as well. It was a delightful appendage.
The boy was nearly white as well so I guessed that he was probably my
half-brother knowing that dad had improved his slave stock by giving them
white blood. He looked the same age as me but I knew he was only eighteen
and his exact birthdate indicated he was home grown. The cock was similar
to mine, about seven inches and circumcised. I intended that all male
slaves would be cut, I thought it was much healthier.

"If I send for you, or any of the other boys, you are to bathe and smell
fresh when you arrive. I like to play with young men so you must expect to
be penetrated by my cock and at times suck my cock. I am a total cock hound
so you will get the pleasure of reciprocity as well."

I had to explain that and made his eyes almost pop out of his head. I made
him spread his legs wider and bend over. I spread his cheeks and was
delighted with the pretty little anus. Obviously a virgin and I thought he
should be the first one to lose his virginity to me.

"You can dress again now, Treano, but when I send for you after your
evening meal any night, have a bath and make sure you clean your groin and
arse thoroughly."

He left, looking a little worried but I hoped that when he had found out
how powerful the prostate was that he would be a happy bottom, and an even
happier top because I fully intended to suck his cock and be fucked by it.

After lunch I sat with Hatchett for hours discussing the running of the
plantation and the house estate. I liked the idea that the plantation was
run to make money and the separate estate was run to give me pleasure. It
contained the house and stables plus landscaped gardens where I could
entertain.  I told him I wanted all of the slaves designated as `S', to be
sent to the next auction. They were mostly female, but a few males whose
looks didn't please me were included.

"I want all the field hands and overseers in the yard as soon as they
finish work for the day and I will talk to the overseers afterwards."

Hatchett wondered what was going to happen there. I made it clear that I
had set ideas about staff and slaves, and overseers were usually not the
most likeable individuals. All was revealed. Hatchett had the ledger and I
told him that the only notation against the name of a slave would be a `P',
that designation was for a possible sex partner, not necessarily for me,
but for kinkier action. A huge black penis penetrating some of the boys I
had noted would be very erotic.

There were more than a hundred field hands making me realise just how huge
the plantation was. I repeated the morning performance making them all
strip. The ones that had huge flaccid cocks I played with and selected just
four as Ps. Their cocks were all longer than one foot. I let them redress
then and sent them on their way. I then briefed the overseers.

"I am not a bleeding heart liberal but I am also not an animal. From today
you will lose your whips and we will substitute a paddle. I want work rates
to improve, but without the use of punishment. In other words I want you to
show your leadership abilities by getting a good work rate without
brutality. If you don't achieve it I will replace you. I will review your
pay after each harvest and if that shows improvement so will your pay."

That gave them something to think about. During the next few months I
watched to see how it was working and was pleased. The slaves always smiled
and touched their foreheads when greeting me and I noticed their bodies
were free of bruising and whip marks. On the odd occasion I would make them
drop their trousers so that I could make sure they weren't being mistreated
where I couldn't see. Ocassionally I would give a butt or two a gentle slap
telling the owner he looked very fit. That got a few laughs and I had a
happy work force. My overseers even admitted that they were getting more
work now that the whips were not around. Punishment I just made humiliating
and that tailed off to virtually nothing. They didn't like blowing their
workmates, ha, ha.

			***************************

My second night home I sent for Treano. When he was shown up to my suite he
looked very apprehensive.

"I know you may not refuse to do anything I ask, but I hope you will enjoy
what we do. If we make sweet music together I will keep you as my head
pleasure boy and your life will be much easier than just being a field
hand. If you are intelligent I will train you for more rewarding work. I
also intend that all of the young bachelors that grace my bed will have
better quarters."

 He took this all in and I could see him thinking.

"I am going to undress you now and play with you. When I stop I want you to
do exactly the same to me."

I was going to teach by example and this first time I was going to limit it
to blowjobs. I didn't have to do it this way, but I wanted lovers not
supplicants.

When we were both naked, and erect I stood back and scoped him out, as he
did me.

"Have you ever played with other boys, Treano?"

He looked a little embarrassed so I knew he had.

"Be honest with me, tell me what you have done."

"I have played with other boys cocks, Master, but nothing else."

"Never used your mouth?"

Shocked look and a very vehement, "No Master."

"Well I'm going to play with you and use my mouth to make you cum."

I closed the gap between us and planted a gentle kiss on his lips. I
thought he was going to die of shock, but he recovered quickly and
gasped. I laughed and guided him to the bed. He looked worried until I
lifted his cock off his stomach and licked the head. Then he smiled, and so
did I.

"I am going to bring you so much pleasure now, but I want you to note what
I do to you because you are going to do the same to me afterwards.

I lay alongside him and started stroking his torso. He had patently never
had this kind of treatment as he grew up and I soon had him sighing with
pleasure. He got the nipple treatment making him gasp before I moved
further down and started licking his cock and balls. He loved it and so did
I. A lot of licking before I lifted his cock and mapped the head before
swallowing it. Very disappointing I had little time to enjoy it before he
orgasmed. I swallowed a decent quantity of cum and kept sucking him gently
as he calmed down and started to go soft. Once I had released him I moved
back to his head and delivered another kiss to his lips.

"I know you enjoyed that, but I hope next time you will last longer and
give me a chance to enjoy it more as well."

He looked worried thinking he had done something wrong. I kissed his nose
and smiled down at him as I told him I had thoroughly enjoyed it but that
it hadn't lasted long enough.

"Now I want you to do the same to me. I will give you some instructions to
make it more erotic for me."

I was almost hairless and what I had I removed. My cock was a little
shorter than his and a little thicker. My jet black hair could have
indicated a little black blood and I would not have been surprised, but of
course my papers showed I was pure white, otherwise I might have been in
Treano's position. He was, of course, reluctant, but I managed to get him
doing all the right things including sucking my balls into his mouth as he
played with my cock. My orgasm wasn't bad but I knew he would need to be
more enthusiastic if I was to thoroughly enjoy these liaisons. I told him
so and he nodded his understanding. We had a quick wash of our genitals and
then he was surprised that I sent him to my bed and joined him,
extinguishing the lamp as I got into bed.

"I want to cuddle you tonight. Just relax and sleep my new lover."

I made him spoon into me and cuddled him. He was soon asleep and I wasn't
far behind him. I slept peacefully waking refreshed. He was surprised when
I made him have breakfast with me before going back to the slave
quarters. My house staff looked askance, but said nothing, of course.

"I enjoyed last night, Treano, I hope it will get better as you gain
experience."

He didn't know what to say so he lowered his head and almost whispered.

"Thank you, Master."

I thought I would keep him coming back until he was a much better lover and
I would progress to anal in a couple of days, building to it slowly. I
would let him fuck me the same night I took his virginity hopefully
allaying any chance of resentment. 3466