Date: Tue, 6 Sep 2016 10:02:10 +0000
From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com>
Subject: My past revealed Ch.1

This is my second attempt at writing a time travelling story. The first one
went to my publisher and can be found on Amazon. (Two Lifetimes of
Delight). This one involves an underage boy so Amazon wouldn't accept it.

All I will tell you by way of a synopsis is that Jean is a 20 year old
southern boy who finds himself back in time nearly 200 years as the owner
of a plantation. He spends his time hopping between pre-civil war America
and the 21 st. Century with his lover, an ex-slave.

The story is complete in four chapters and 12,163 words.

My Past Revealed

Chapter 1

I shook the rain from my hat as I walked under the cover of the entrance
porch. Looking round I thought dad had at last cleaned up the place, it
looked pristine, something it hadn't looked for years. I pushed open the
front door and walked into the spacious entrance hall. Now I was really
confused. It looked like a new house everywhere my gaze landed.

Let me explain. My name is Jean Christophe Lacombe. 'The Louisiana
Lacombe's', my mother always used to say. We owned the beautiful old
Christophe Plantation, now returned mostly to jungle, but part of it was
this beautiful old house that I had been brought up in and which had seen
better days. Mum and Dad tried to keep it up but we were no longer wealthy
and these big old plantation houses need a fortune spent on them to keep
them looking immaculate. Taking in details, I noticed the gorgeous circular
mahogany table in the centre of the hall with an array of fresh flowers in
a huge vase in the centre, not there when I was home last. That was stood
on the black and white tiles I knew, but these looked brand new. Against
the walls were two very chic chaise loungers. The stairs and banisters were
again the same as the ones I had been used to, but now, the banister rails
shone like new and the carpet on the stairs was what looked like a deep
pile velvet. Had Mum and Dad come into a fortune, or something, it all
looked so grand it took my breath away. I hadn't been home since Easter,
but now, college was finished for the year so I was home for the holidays.

Still in a state of shock it was soon made worse when a young black man
approached me from the back of the house looking a little flustered.

"Good afternoon, Sir, may I be of some assistance?"

He spoke very well with that wonderful southern drawl that I loved so much.

"Yes, you can tell me where my mother and father are."

His face broke into a huge toothy grin.

"Mr. Jean, welcome Master. Your parents are away for the present, may I
help you?"

"Yes, firstly you can tell me who you are?"

His chest swelled and in a very imperious voice replied.

"I am Devon, Master, the master's butler and head of the house staff."

Now if you knew my father you would laugh at the idea of him having a
butler, but I went along with the joke for now.

"I presume my room is ready for me, and will you have my bags taken up?"

Quick as a flash, he clapped his hands and two young boys appeared. Early
teens I guessed and as pretty as pictures. Both clad in knee length
britches and white shirts.

"Take the young master's bags to his room."

"Let me escort you, Master, we have carried out some improvements since you
were last home."

Now I knew something really weird had happened. In only the few weeks from
my last trip home to today the upstairs hallways had all been restored to
their previous grand appearance with new, beautiful silk carpets
throughout, and my room when I was shown in had been totally restored to
its former glory.

"A new bathroom and dressing room has been added, Sir."

My bedroom had always been spacious but quite sparsely furnished, now I had
a sitting area and a grand four poster bed. A wall had obviously been
penetrated and the next room had been divided in two. One half was my new
dressing room and the other was a late 18th. Century bathroom, I
guessed. It all looked brand new, but the fittings style were definitely a
couple of hundred years old. This was all beginning to freak me out so I
asked Devon straight out.

"What is the date today, Devon?"

"Why it's the 15th. day of June in the year of our Lord, 1856."

I sat down with a thud. I had left Princeton that morning to come home for
the holidays and it was the 15th. of June ok, but 2015.

I guess I was as much a fan of Jules Verne as any kid as I grew up, but
time travel, nuclear submarines, journeys to the centre of the earth and
20,000 leagues under the sea were all science fiction to me. Now, this
young man was telling me I had just hopped back 170 years. How, or why I
didn't totally freak out is beyond me but I didn't and just replied to that
comment.

"Very well Devon, I'll just get changed and then I'll have a look around
outside."

"I will have your horse saddled and ready for you, Master."

This was going to be fun. I hadn't ridden a horse for years.

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Before we get deeper into this story let me tell you just a little about
me. I am 20 years old, just completed the second year of my college time at
Princeton, on a fully funded scholarship I might add, because dad could
never afford to send me there. I was, academically top hole. Sports wise, I
held my own, but I was no star. I stood about 5 feet 10 inches tall and was
slim but well defined, brown wavy hair and brown eyes finished me off. I
had a small amount of chest hair but otherwise was quite smooth. I was
proud of what I carried in between my legs, never feeling inadequate in the
locker room, in fact, the reverse. Oh, considered by girls to be mildly
handsome as well.

The ride round the plantation was a real eye opener. What had been near
jungle a few weeks ago was now perfectly set out fields of sugar cane. I
could see the labourers beginning to gather in gangs for the walk back to
their quarters. The groups were all being formed around a white man on
horseback and they were all different shades of black. My assumption, later
proved correct was that they were all slaves. The first group I came up to
was being led by a fair haired man about the same age as my father I
guessed. He introduced himself to me as Tucker, the senior overseer. As his
group walked passed me I noticed several with bleeding whip marks on their
backs. I ordered them all to stop and spoke to Tucker.

"Why are these men bleeding?"

"Not moving fast enough so I gingered them up."

The last one to walk past me was quite young, I thought too young for field
work because he was also quite small.

"Including this one?"

Pointing at the small one.

"Him worst of all, I'll probably take him to the barn tonight and give him
ten for idleness."

The boy looked up at me and I could see the terror in his eyes.

"No Mr. Tucker. I am going to take him with me now. Until I have spoken to
my father the whip is not to be used again on any slave on this
plantation. Tell your other overseers and have them all at the house after
supper this evening."

I turned to the boy and as I slipped my left foot from the stirrup ordered
him.

"Put your left foot into my stirrup boy, give me your left arm and I'll
help you swing onto the horse's back behind me."

He hesitated until I spoke to him gently again, encouraging him.

A stable boy was at the front of the house to take my horse and with my
small slave holding onto my arm as though his life depended on it, we
climbed the steps to the house. At the door he just froze and looked as
terrified as he had at the mention of a whipping.

"Come on boy, it's only a house."

In little more than a whisper he replied, "But I have never been in the big
house Massa. Only once been anywhere near it when I brought a message to
the back door for the master."

"Well you are coming with me so it's the front door today."

He was shaking like a leaf as we walked into the entrance hall. Devon was
there to greet me and I started issuing orders.

"I want lots of hot water in my bathroom, the boy and I are going to
bathe. Who looks after the slaves if they are injured, or need whip lines
treated?"

Devon was a little flustered but soon got his act together.

"Sisi tends to the slaves ills, Master. Slaves don't bathe, Master."

"Well this one is going to. I want Sisi to come to my bathroom, tell her to
bring whatever she uses on whip marks. I want this boy treated properly."

I turned to the boy then.

"Get rid of your trousers, give them to Devon."

"Get me a clean pair of trousers and shirt for this boy when we have bathed
and Sisi has finished with him."

Taking the boy's hand I led him up the stairs. He was stark naked, looked
as cute as all get out and followed me like a lamb.

Water must have been boiling in the kitchen already because as I started to
undress a stream of young men came in with buckets of water and by the time
they had finished my bath was full and at the right temperature. I hoped
that my toilet gear had survived the 170 year transition because I kept
plenty of anti-bacterial soap in it.

Sisi came in just as I removed my last article of clothing so she was
confronted by a black man and a white man, both stark naked. It didn't
appear to worry her one bit. She was a big Negress with a jolly face and I
immediately liked her.

"Sisi, I want this boy's back treated as well as you know how. We are going
to try to avoid any permanent scarring. Can we do that?"

She looked closely at a few old whip lines that still had scabs on them and
at the new one that had clotted over now.

"If we can get the old scabs off Massa I think my ointment will let them
heal properly."

"Alright, wait here, we are going to clean up and then you can have your
turn at him."

We went into the bathroom and I made the boy get in and kneel. Head bent
forward and I started on his hair and head, shampooing it. Then I started
on his back with a sponge covered in the anti-bacterial soap. I sponged it
all very gently and was pleased to see the old scabs come away as I soaked
them. I sponged his front and then made him stand up while I did the lower
part of his body. I probably spent longer than necessary washing his cock
and balls, and his cute butt. I made him stand sideways so that he could
spread his legs further and I could get into the crack. He was like putty
in my hands and I realised that as a slave he had probably learnt the hard
way to do precisely what he was told and never query it or balk against
it. In this case all he was getting from it was pleasure so he had no
reason to disobey me. I patted his back dry so that we didn't start anymore
bleeding then I gave him a towel when I was finished, told him to dry the
remainder of his body while I had a quick bath, rinsing myself off with a
jug of fresh water that was on my night stand.

I slipped into my dressing room and donned underpants and trousers before
joining Sisi and the boy in my bedroom. She had him standing while she
dressed his back. It was quite clear she would have found it easier if he
had been on his stomach, horizontal so I made him get on my bed face
down. He really freaked then and I had to get quite stroppy to make him do
it. All finished and Sisi briefed me.

"He must lay on his stomach all night, Massa, and I can come back in the
morning to do it again."

I nodded before replying.

"He will be here. Are there many men like him?"

She nodded and looked quite sad.

"Yes, Massa, the overseers like the whip."

She left then and I was left with the boy, who I now knew was a really cute
kid to look at having explored all of his body.

"What's your name boy, and how old are you?"

"I am called Adie, Massa, but my proper name is Adebayo and I am 15 years
old, I think."

I had no concept of slavery but fifteen year olds working in the fields
appeared to be very wrong to me even if he was a slave, particularly as he
was quite small.

"How long have you been working the fields?"

He shrugged, "I think about one or two years."

That was even more outrageous to my thinking, 13 year olds in the fields
doing a hard day's graft. I was sure that would damage their young
bodies. This had to stop if I was going to be here. That was when it hit
me. What the hell was I doing here, how had I got here, and how long could
I expect to remain? Hell, I don't know about the $64,000 question, this was
more like the $64,000,000 question.

I told Adie that he was to remain on my bed, on his stomach. I would have a
meal sent up for him but he was not to leave my room except for toilet
purposes. I had supper in the main dining room, deep in thought, until I
was told my overseers were in the hall. I took them through to the study
and sat them down in front of my father's desk. The study, like the rest of
the house was beautiful, bookcases lined the walls, all full of leather
bound books. I guessed they would be worth tens of thousands of dollars if
I could get them back to the 21st. Century with me.

"Mr. Tucker, where are my parents? How long have they been away and when do
you expect them back?"

Tucker looked at the other overseers who all nodded, so I guessed they had
agreed on the answer Tucker was going to give me. He got up from his chair,
as did the others.

"You had better come with us, Sir."

We went through the house to the back where I was led down a flight of
stairs into a basement. It was lit by candles and there were two coffins
sat on trestles. The tops were off and I was led across to them. I looked
in at a man and a woman, both looked to be in their 50s. The man looked so
much like an older version of my father that I guessed these were my
parents as at 1856. Later I found out that he was my grandfather several
times removed.

"How did they die?"

"Consumption, Sir, within days of one another."

"Why have they not been buried?"

"We had no authority to do so and had no way to contact you in the north."

"I presume that you have been running the plantation until I came home and
now I am the owner with responsibility for how many slaves?"

"Eighty seven, Sir."

I thought, 'oh fuck, what am I going to do with 87 slaves if I can find a
way back to the 21st. Century?' There was no easy answer to that. I would
have to organise the plantation in such a way that I could leave again and
see that the slaves were all looked after. It was another ten years before
slavery would end.

"Very well. We will bury them tomorrow. All slaves will attend and I will
talk to them. Oh, and Mr. Tucker, Gentlemen. Until further notice there
will be no more whippings on this plantation. Every day you will bring to
me any slave deserving of punishment and I will decide what he receives."

That got me odd looks but it was a start for me in imposing 21st. Century
thinking on the brutality of 19th. Century punishment.

Back to my room then to my little wounded boy. He was asleep on my bed
which gave me a good opportunity to really scope him out. The half of his
face that I could see made me gasp. Now that he was totally relaxed and
asleep he looked about 12 years old. I thought he was beautiful. I knew
from his name that he was from Nigeria, but he had some white blood in him
because he was coffee coloured and he was slight of build which few of the
pure Africans were. He had a cute butt and his flaccid penis was difficult
to gauge because he had been so frightened with me that it had done what
ours all do in fear and the cold, shrivelled up a lot. I guessed it would
be back to normal in the morning and with any luck he might have morning
wood for me to look at. I wondered how many more pretty young boys were on
the plantation. Whatever else, I was going to remove all young teens from
hard field work. They deserved better use of their bodies than that.

I slept on my side with one arm thrown over Adie's shoulders so that he
couldn't roll over. Apparently neither of us had moved because when I woke
up he was still in the same position with his face towards me and his eyes
wide open.

I grinned at him and stroked his cheek as I withdrew my hand.

"Hello Boy, how are you feeling this morning?"

He had to think about his answer for a minute, then he smiled.

"I feel wonderful, Massa."

I laughed outright because he had said it with such joy and surprise.

"Well, we'll have to see if we can keep you feeling wonderful. Now, out of
bed, you can come with me for a morning pee and then a wash before Sisi
arrives."

The terrified look was back and in a strangled voice he said, "I can't,
"and he burst into tears.

"What is it, Adie, why can't you get up?"

He just shook his head, "I just can't."

Then it hit me, he had morning wood and he hadn't noticed I had too, so, I
just stood up and faced him.

"Do you think you could get up now?"

He looked at my rampantly hard cock and then at the grin spread across my
face.

"Yes, Massa, I can get up now."

He slid off the bed and stood facing me. What I saw made my eyes water. He
was as rigid as me with the most gorgeous cock hugging his tummy. I walked
round the bed and to his amazement I took his cock in my hand, looked in
his eyes and told him.

"That is as beautiful as the remainder of your body." Then I leant in and
kissed him lightly on the lips.

I took him through to the bathroom and we used the piss pot to unload our
morning pee before going to the washstand and washing our faces. Sisi was
waiting when we returned to the bedroom and I watched her use the ointment
on Adie's back.

"Can he wear a shirt, Sisi?"

She took some clean linen from her bag and cutting a piece to size attached
it to his back and then nodding at me replied.

"Now he can, Massa. I be back to do it again this evening."

I made him dress in the trousers and shirt that Devon had left for him and
I took him down to breakfast with me. That nearly caused a tsunami in the
house, a slave sitting with the master for a meal. Adie loved it, I loved
it more because his joy and awe showed all the time and was totally
endearing for me. I knew I could be asking for trouble, but hell, he was
gorgeous and I was gay.

Breakfast finished and I kept Adie with me while we organised the funeral
of my parents, well my great, great, great, I don't know how many times
grandparents.

Job done in the family plot. I then had all the slaves strip to the waist
and turn their backs to me. I told Sisi to walk with me and take out any
that she thought she could save from scarring. There were way too many whip
marks for my liking and I looked with increasing disapproval at my
overseers.

"This is unacceptable and is not to be repeated on this plantation. I will
organise appropriate punishments in the evenings Mr. Tucker."

Next I made all boys under 16 years old step forward. There were quite a
few and they were nearly all field hands.

"All of you to the main house, now. Mr. Tucker, I will tell you when, and
which ones of those boys can go back to the fields full time, which ones
can go for a half day and which ones you can't have at all, at present."

Something else for him to dislike about me.

In the yard I made all the young ones strip and I had a good look at
them. Yes, a bit of a perv as well, but I genuinely wanted to make a sound
decision about their future employment. I could see already that several of
the very young ones were in trouble and would probably be crippled if they
continued in the fields. They turned out to be thirteen year olds.

"Into the house you three, find Mr. Devon and tell him I said to take you
to the kitchen and feed you a good breakfast."

I didn't know what I was going to do with them, but I had to allow them to
grow up whole. Most of the others I sanctioned for half days in the fields,
but I would brief the overseers that they were to pick up the easy tasks. I
was going to be watching things quite carefully for a while. Adie and I
were going to do some riding lessons as well because I decided he was going
to remain with me. If he was amenable to gay sex I would keep him in my
bed, if not I would put him in the bedroom next door and try to find
another attractive boy to grace my bed, there was not going to be any
coercion even if they were slaves.

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