Date: Sun, 7 Apr 2024 16:48:45 +0000
From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com>
Subject: Gabriel's Hope Plantation

Gabriel's Hope Plantation is complete in 27,778 words and 10 Chapters so
dig in for a marathon.


I think that slavery as practised to populate the Caribbean and the
Southern states of the United States of America with labour was the worst
blot that has made up part of the history of the human race. The inhumanity
and brutality of the slave years truly revolts me. This story is to put a
more human side to the story that probably never happened, but Gabriel,
besides being a complete cock hound was a compassionate and loving human
being and this is really his story


Cast of main characters
Gabriel Sinclair	Master of Gabriel's Hope Plantation
Sarah,	          Gabriel's mother
Joshua			Gabriel's best friend and lover
Oprah			Joshua's mother
Jess				A slave, and part time lover of Gabriel
Zeke				Boss slave boy.
Blaine			Major Domo of the mansion, and part time lover
                    of Gabriel.
Isaiah			Head stableman
Mr. Balfour		The Family's lawyer
Fernando			The Farrier and Gabriel's part time Lover.
Ann Hathaway		Teacher
Lucas			New Butler, after the civil war
Dick Turner		The first white employee of Gabriel's domain.
Landon			Joshua's father.
Jason, Matthew & Missy	Joshua's brothers and sister.


Gabriel's Hope Plantation

Chapter 1

Gabriel knew about the plantation. He was named after his grandfather who
in turn had named his son and his uncle who now owned the plantation. The
family's lawyer had summoned him to the plantation. At nineteen years old
he had never been here before and had only seen his uncle, the present
owner, once in his life, and that was at thirteen. Walking from town he had
plenty of time to think about his life.

Sarah, his mother, had become pregnant, out of wedlock. The family had cast
her adrift because of the disgrace. The only concession her father had made
was to purchase a small cottage for her to live in, in the nearby town. She
was forbidden to have any contact with her brother, or any other member of
the family. His father had been a soldier of fortune according to Sarah,
when Gabriel had asked.

"I was a silly romantic girl, and your father swept me off my feet. You
look very much like him Gabriel, he was a very handsome young man."

Gabriel learnt very little more about his father than that, and even less
about Gabriel's Plantation. It wasn't until his uncle called on them when
he was thirteen that he even knew he was related to the great family.

He remembered the visit in detail. He had been playing at the front of the
cottage with Joshua, his only real friend, a free black. The man who
stepped down from the luxury carriage, with his black driver all dressed
up, was a sight for sore eyes, he was very tall and his clothes probably
cost more than Sarah earned in a year. He walked into the cottage as though
he owned it and addressed Sarah as `Sister'. Gabriel stood in the doorway
looking in wonder. `Was this man his uncle? That couldn't be, if his uncle
was very wealthy, why were he and his mother struggling to live?' All was
soon revealed when his uncle spoke.

"I am sure you will not grieve at the news, Sarah, but mother and father
were killed in a carriage accident a week ago. I am now the master of
Gabriel's Hope and as such feel I have a duty to you, my sister and your
boy. I would like you both to come to the mansion to live, but my wife will
not entertain that suggestion. The only thing I can do therefore is to
settle an allowance on you to improve your life."

With that he looked round him. The cottage was clean, but that was all you
could say about it. The furniture was old and almost beyond useful life,
the drapes and rugs on the floor were thread bare and not fit, even for a
slave's quarters, and both Gabriel and his mother were dressed in rags
almost.

"I will instruct my bank to transfer a sum of money every month into an
account for your personal use."

With that, he left, and Gabriel was left stunned at what he had just
heard. Things changed for him after that. He soon had a decent set of
clothes and slowly the house took on a new look. His mother spoilt him so
that the first big improvement other than his clothes, was his bedroom. He
had a new bed, with all new fresh linen, a proper stowage for his clothes,
new drapes at the window. It was like something out of a fairy tale for
Gabriel. His mother's background showed in the good taste exhibited in the
cottage. By the time he started work he was well presented and lived in a
nice home.

Joshua and Gabriel were the same age and because no white's wanted to
associate with Sarah as a disgraced woman, Gabriel had no white
friends. His mother privately tutored the children of rich families so that
until he was old enough to sit in on the lessons he spent his days with
Joshua's family. His mother had insisted he get a good education, and it
had paid dividends, he was now a senior accounting clerk in the offices of
one of the great trading companies. Joshua was still his only real friend,
but that friendship harboured a dangerous secret. Gabriel was a boy lover
and more precisely a lover of black boys, with Joshua leading the
pack. Gabriel had spent many happy hours from the age of six teaching
Joshua what he knew so that when he stopped schooling at sixteen and went
to work, Joshua could read and write as well as do numbers. Of course it
didn't help him get work because no one would employ an educated black in
any work normally carried out by a white man.

`I can't remember when I first knew I loved him', was Gabriel's thought as
he walked. He remembered having weird feelings as he drove towards puberty,
and those feelings became more intense after puberty. Whenever he looked at
Joshua he got an erection. It was very embarrassing because being very
poor, he had no underclothes and his trousers were always very thin because
they were old and really, hardly wearable. Joshua's clothes were the same
making his long cock very prominent as he too passed through
puberty. Gabriel's greatest joy was the day, playing in the woods behind
the house, he and Joshua had a mutual jack off session, when Gabriel showed
him how it was done, and the marvellous feelings obtained when one
orgasmed. They had not gone beyond that for some considerable time, but
Gabriel had wanted so much to play with Joshua's mighty meat. He wanted to
suck it and take Joshua's sperm in his mouth, he also wanted to take Joshua
in his rectum. He could almost orgasm without touching himself, just
thinking about that huge appendage sliding into his bottom.

Gabriel's love for Joshua didn't change and as he grew he started to
outpace Joshua in growth because he was now being fed properly. The result
was that as he outgrew his clothes they were passed to Josh, and he began
to look smarter than some of the poor whites. Intelligent and observant,
Josh realised that his good fortune was because of Gabriel's love for
him. Because of that Josh allowed Gabriel more liberty's with his
body. Mutual hand jobs developed and at last Gabriel got one of his wishes,
he was allowed to give Josh a blowjob. Much as Gabriel wanted the final
action, Josh never used his cock to make Gabriel's life perfect.

At nineteen Josh was still his only real friend and they still spent a lot
of time together. He had wanted Josh to join him on the walk to the
plantation, but had no idea what it was all about so he resisted the
temptation to ask.

The day was typical of the start of the hurricane season. Very warm and
cloudy, the clouds kept in the heat and increased the humidity. This next
three months would be the ones Gabriel hated the most, even doing nothing
one perspired. When he thought it was safe, he took his jacket and shirt
off. He didn't want to turn up at the mansion looking like a puddle. Before
entering the gates of the plantation, he used the tail of his shirt to wipe
away as much sweat as he could, used the wet tails to calm his wild hair
and passed through the very imposing portals looking mildly smart.

Stood at the front door of the mansion, Gabriel was very nervous, he rang
the bell and waited. A liveried black servant answered the door and asked
who he wished to see.

"I am Gabriel Sinclair and have been asked here by Mr. Balfour."

The slave immediately became very obsequious and ushered Gabriel into a
luxurious entrance hall.

"Please wait here Sir."

The servant/slave disappeared through double doors and returned very
quickly.

"Mr. Balfour will see you immediately, Master."

The form of address took Gabriel aback, he was no one's master.

The room he entered was like something out of a dream. It was huge, lined
with bookcases all crammed full of leather bound volumes. Oh how he would
have loved access to these as he grew up. Moreover, the furniture in the
room was all the most beautiful he had ever seen. The most prominent piece
was the desk, a huge mahogany one, inlaid with gold coloured leather and
sat on two beautifully carved pedestals. The chair was padded green leather
with gold studding and large mahogany arms. Above his head were fans
rotating as though by themselves, it didn't take him long after that
meeting to find out how they worked. The air was still hot, but being
circulated made it much more bearable.

He was directed to the desk chair. Gabriel was so nervous, not knowing what
was going on, that he almost wet his trousers. He sat, looked round the
room again and for the first time noticed the woman sat in the wing backed
chair facing him. She was quite beautiful, dressed in fine silk, which made
Gabriel angry, and he didn't know why. The image was spoilt by the
disdainful look on her face. Gabriel almost sniggered at his thought. She
looked as though she had just trod in some dog shit. She was, Gabriel
guessed, only a few years older than his mother.

His attention turned then to Mr. Balfour as he started to talk.

"Mr. Sinclair, your uncle Gabriel was recently killed in a hunting
accident. His will only has two beneficiaries, both of whom are in this
room."

He then proceeded to read the will that was, as expected, loaded with legal
jargon half of which Gabriel didn't understand.

"To put it in layman's terms Mr. Sinclair, Mrs Sinclair, on the death of
your uncle," looking at Gabriel, "Your husband," looking at the woman, "He
has willed that the plantation and all its assets automatically become the
property of the oldest living male of the family. Mr. Gabriel Sinclair is
that person as you, Mrs Sinclair have no children.

The will states that unequivocally and makes only a few specific
requests. Mr. Sinclair, your uncle wished you to allow you aunt to keep all
the jewellery and trinkets she collected during the marriage, further he
would like her to remain in the only home she has known for the majority of
her life. Failing that, he wishes you to place her in a home of her own to
be purchased by you for her soul benefit."

Gabriel looked at this woman who could have made his mother's life so
pleasant after the death of his grandparents but had refused to allow her
that comfort. He wondered if his uncle had thought of that when he had
added the clause about other suitable accommodation.

"I will think on this, Mr. Balfour, but I can assure you Mrs Sinclair that
you will definitely not be living here. I am sure my mother would be much
kinder than I am because I know she is a wonderful, kind and loving
person. My reason, I'm sure you know."

Turning to Mr. Balfour, Gabriel continued.

"Mr. Balfour, my uncle would have let my mother and I live here in comfort
and luxury after the death of my grandparents. This woman vetoed it, so for
another six years my mother has had to work hard to support us, and
continue to live in a small cottage not befitting her position as the
daughter of a wealthy plantation owner."  Once again focussing on his aunt
Gabriel spoke again "You may, Madame, remain here until I have honoured my
uncle's wish and found you suitable accommodation."  The woman looked
stunned and protested, but not for long.  "Madame, I am not required by law
to follow any of my uncle's requests, and if you continue to annoy me I
shall take great pleasure in throwing you out with nothing. Mr. Balfour, I
know nothing about running a plantation. I presume my uncle had an estate
manager and overseers for the slaves. Would you arrange for them to be
called and presented to me here in half an hour? The boy that showed me in
can use that time to show me round the house and introduce me to my house
staff. Madame I suggest you return to your quarters with whoever you need
from the staff and start packing your possessions because I will have you
moved as soon as possible. Mr. Balfour, I would also like a letter from you
to the bank that will allow me to take charge of my uncle's finances."

The woman scuttled out and Gabriel was introduced to the slave that had
shown him in before Mr. Balfour went to find the required people

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

Almost shaking too hard to speak, faced with his new owner, the boy
stuttered out a reply.

"I'm called Jess, Sir, and I'm nineteen years old, as far as I can tell."

Gabriel had scoped out this boy thoroughly while they both spoke. He had an
interesting bulge in the crotch of his trousers and he was similar build to
himself and Joshua.

"Well you can stop shaking Jess, because I'm not an ogre, nor do I intend
to start acting like one. You are a very attractive young man, and I know I
am the master, but I hope we can be friends as well."

Poor Jess, his eyes nearly popped out of his head, friends with his white
master, absolutely unheard of. What was this young master playing at?

Shown round the house, except for the mistress's suite, Gabriel told Jess
where he would be sleeping. Alongside his designated room was a smaller
room that Gabriel decided would house a bath and he would have a table in
there with a washbasin on it and a jug. He would have the door to the
corridor blocked off and one opened into his bedroom to replace it, so that
he had an en-suite bathroom. Not called that in 1857 but that was what it
was in reality. When he got close to Jess he realised that his smell was
that of cologne.

"How often do you bathe Jess?"

The boy looked flustered again.

"Every week, Master."

"And the remainder of the time you cover your body odour with colognes,
correct?"

"Yes, Master."

"Well starting today, you are to bathe every day and you are not to use
cologne at all. Also, it is much too hot to wear all that silly uniform. In
future you will wear your trousers and a white shirt, your shoes as well of
course, but not that jacket or all those ruffs and things, they are much
too hot."

Jess wanted to sing, this was so much more than he could have wished for.

The house was marvellous and Gabriel knew his mother would know how to run
it efficiently having been brought up in it. After talking to his white
employees, he would take a tour of the plantation. In his study were three
men, besides Mr. Balfour.

"Mr. Sinclair, this is Mr. Thomas, your estate manager, Mr. Gamble and
Mr. Brown, your overseers. I'll be leaving you now Sir, and perhaps you
will call on me in chambers at your convenience to collect all the
necessary paperwork."

Gabriel sat at his desk trying not to look too nervous.

"Good morning gentlemen. I have much to do in town before I can devote my
time exclusively to the plantation. Mr. Thomas, please carry on as
normal. If you have any pressing need of my presence I will try to make
contact with you every morning before I leave the plantation if that is my
plan for the day. Mr. Gamble and Mr. Brown, I will become a hands on owner
very quickly, until then you will take your orders from Mr. Thomas, which I
presume you have been doing anyway."

They touched their forelocks and left. Gabriel thought this first meeting
had gone well. Next, he summoned Jess and asked him to have a carriage
ready for him as soon as he had looked over his domain, and a cart to bring
to the house personal things from his present abode.

He had nineteen years of relative hardship to make up for and Gabriel
didn't intend to waste any of it.

The tour of the plantation was a revelation. The fields were well tended,
but the slave quarters were disgusting, hardly habitable. He also noticed
that the slaves were clad in rags, those that wore anything because he
noticed that no one under about fourteen appeared to wear anything at
all. Some of the young teen boys looked so sexy Gabriel blushed at his own
reaction.

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