Date: Fri, 10 Apr 2015 21:01:33 +0000 From: Chris Johns Subject: Return Home Ch.3 Return Home Chapter 3 The night with the little ones and Leroy changed my attitude and thinking completely. I realised at last that these black men that I had life and death control of could think like me. They weren't animals, they loved and hated the same as a white man. In other words they had feelings like us. I brought all of my beautiful boys together and with Hatchett we questioned them about what they would like to do as they grew up. That conversation resulted in all of them being apprenticed to my blacksmith, farrier and any other artisans on the estate. Treano, Paul and Leroy were the only men that I had sex with now, depending on my mood. Paul I slept with every night, sometimes with Treano present. The first time we had a threesome was amusing and very satisfying for me, and I guess Treano. I wasn't sure about Paul, I don't think he liked me fucking him any more now than he did the first time we did it. The only upside was that when he witnessed Treano giving me a good fucking and seeing how much I enjoyed it he appeared to accept that he would still grow up to be a proper man. I was, after all a very masculine man that just happened to enjoy man on man sex. The plantation prospered. I turned over more and more land to pasture for my horses which were very quickly becoming the most important part of my life. The need for field hands decreased and I sold many slaves for a good profit because they were all prime stock. Land near the house I turned to agriculture realising that with an expanding population food would be a profitable enterprise. The balance worked well for me. I sold my horses in the industrialised north where money appeared to flow like water and I sold my agricultural produce and slaves locally. The three constants in my life were Paul, Treano and Leroy. Paul learnt how to run the estate and plantation becoming a very useful part of my team. Treano took on more and more responsibility for the horse breeding programme. Always clearing his decisions with me but becoming so good that I seldom changed them. Leroy I promoted to overseer and got rid of my white overseers as they became unnecessary. I retained the services of Hatchett because I needed at least one more white man on the property in case I was ever ill. I continued to educate Paul and Treano until they were in such prominent positions in my business that I decided to free them. I knew that I was treading on dangerous ground having educated slaves and this was my only way round the problem. I took Paul to my study first. He was now 22 years old. We had been lovers for six years but I was still not sure he would want to continue in that role if I gave him his freedom. I would be devastated if I lost him but I had to take the risk. "You are a well-educated and very competent administrator now, Paul. If I give you your freedom I am sure you would find employment in the north, but how well you would be accepted is another thing. You may well find yourself in worse conditions than you now live in. In fact I am sure you will. Also, as a free man you would be under no obligation to allow me to make love to you. However, I am going to take the risk and give you your freedom. When you are free I will start to pay you like a free man until you decide to leave." He looked at me with a shocked expression, but didn't speak. "Would you like to go away and think about what you want to do now? I will draw up your manumission papers while you think about it. There is no hurry, but as soon as they are signed you may stop calling me master and use my proper name." He got up and almost in a trance walked out. I called Treano then and gave him a similar choice. He was older and not so easily shocked. "Thank you, Master. I would like to remain here. I know that I will not find work anywhere that gives me the same sense of achievement and freedom." Paul had still not said anything by the next day when I took him with me to town and the lawyer's office to have the papers signed and registered. I presented him with the papers and told him he must look after them because if he left me he would no doubt be asked for them by the bounty hunters that chased down runaway slaves. He already dressed properly so nothing would change for him if he remained with me. Still he said nothing. I knew the crunch would come that night, so at dinner I was very tense. Treano knew something was wrong because he talked about the horses and I barely replied to anything he said. My mind was on Paul and whether he would be sleeping with me this night. Treano went up to bed early saying that he had a new book on breeding that he would like to study. That left Paul and I together in the salon. "Now that I am a free man, Robert, will you still make love to me?" "You know I will if you want me to. I love you so much and hope you will always want me to make love to you." "Will I be allowed to make love to you as well? You know I only have the once." "You know you will, but I thought you disliked that even more than me doing it to you." He had a shy smile on his face as he replied. "Well, initially I did, but what you have been doing to me for the last 6 years has become so thrilling, I'm sure I would now like to do it as well. I know you like it because you make Treano fuck you some nights." I was sure in my own mind that he knew what I did with Treano, and it was also possible they had talked about it together. "Yes I do, because I love to feel another man in me. Would you like to do it tonight to celebrate your freedom?" "Oh yes please," he gushed, with a broad grin on his face. I was so lucky. He had grown into such an incredibly handsome young man, and now I would have him willingly. Maybe I had for some time, but now I knew that whatever we did together would be because he wanted to. I would need to talk to Treano now and find out if he would still like to romp with me, and sometimes in a threesome with Paul. Leroy I would keep for the occasional fuck when I was really horny for cock. It all worked beyond my wildest dreams. Paul was as tall as me now and had filled out more so that he was a quite stunning man. I knew I was lucky with my two free men and my slave overseer. Hatchett proved to be a very competent and honest manager relieving me of much work allowing me to concentrate on the horses. At 30 years old I was as content as I could be. I had halved the number of slaves I kept, and many of those were just kept for breeding, and I trained the older boys as artisans before selling them. A fancy who was a useful tradesman as well boosted their prices even more. Girl slaves I sold off as soon as they were of marketable age. They were barely worth the effort but I couldn't drown them at birth that was too cruel. I was sixty years old when the civil war started and I was so worried for my lovers that I freed Leroy to start with, sold off every other slave that I could that was not involved with the horses and took all of my money, in silver, and my horses and headed west. When we were clear of the war we turned north. I found suitable land for my horses, bought it and started a new life. By the time the war was over I had one of the finest horse ranches in the country in a state named Kentucky. We built an almost perfect picture postcard ranch with white picket fences, a beautiful ranch style house and first class accommodation and facilities for the horses. I had all black workers who were free men of course and built suitable accommodation for them. Treano had married soon after we settled in our new home and Paul, Leroy and I became the doting uncles as Treano proved his manhood. I set up my will so that when Leroy, Paul and I were dead they would inherit. I suppose it was my happy and comfortable life that was partly responsible for my long life. I was the last one to die having to suffer the deaths of Leroy first, then Treano and finally Paul. After he died I helped Treano's boys take over the ranch and was well satisfied when I finally became bedridden that they would manage without me. I had seen an incredible change in my country after the Civil War, blacks were generally treated no better than they had been as slaves so I ws so pleased I had left the southh and brought my best people to this new location where they could live well and propser. They had, after all brought me great joy after the death of my parents. As to my sisters. I had seen them both married to army officers. They loved the life of a serving officer's wife which at time in the nation's history was quite splendid. I never heard if their husbands survived the war and was not interested enough to enquire. I had honoured my undertaking giving both of them quite lavish weddings at the plantation and supplying their husbands with quite splendid mounts for their careers. The End ****************************************************************** Please remember that nifty only survives as a free site by contributions to pay the overheads.