Date: Fri, 29 Dec 2006 19:50:23 EST
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: a lesson in time part 13

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A Lesson In Time,  Chapter  Thirteen

I  couldn't hear any voices, as we neared the front of the house, so I could
only  assume that the four teenaged youths had gone inside. Little did I know,
at the  time, what was going on; but it would prove to be a most useful bit
of knowledge  later.

John  Henry attended to me as if he'd been my slave all of his life. Between
him,  `616' and Shaun, John Henry was probably the closest to my own age if
not maybe  a little  older.

I  couldn't believe the similarities between him and `616'; the way they had
washed  my body, delivered a through enema and shaved my face. It was as if
they'd both  been trained by the same  person.

I  did, however, feel obligated to tell John Henry about the absence of my
own  pubic hair; to which he smiled and I thought that I even saw a small
glimmer in  his eyes.

His only reply was, "Master, Sir, it is not for a slave to question the
appearance of a master, Sir. I had an idea that something had occurred, as
remnants of penis bruising is still quite  obvious,"

I  slipped on my swim trunks and a nice clean tee shirt and made my way down
to the  pool area. The housekeeper and the Housemaster were the only people at
the pool;  both of them appeared quite  busy.

John  Henry double stepped to get ahead of me; to which I followed his lead
to one of  the several areas where the lounge chairs were beneath rather nice
looking  umbrellas.

The slave boy was quick to inquire as to what I wanted to drink and equally
as  quick he returned with a tall frosty bottle of beer. I sat there, trying to
pass  the time by observing the two employees as they continued setting
things up for  the cookout.

When I noticed John Henry kneeling on the rough surface of the pool deck, I
gave  him the option of either sitting on his butt, on the concrete surface or
he  could choose to sit on the pool lounger with me. He took the last option,
and  sat at the end of the lounger; barely out of the  sun.

I moved  my legs; just enough to give the slave a little more space for his
butt; which  seemed to please him even more. I knew that I didn't, or shouldn'
t concern  myself with `pleasing' a slave; but it wasn't in my nature to
cause undo  discomfort,  knowingly.

Through the gate in the hedge, Shaun came into the pool area, followed by
slave  I'd yet seen. The slave was crawling on his hands and knees as if it was
the  natural thing to be doing.

I swung my  leg up and over John Henry; allowing me to stand. With a simple
hand shake, the  two of us sat down and the Housemaster brought Shaun his drink
without even  asking.

The  initial bits of conversation were mostly about me and my family but soon
turned  to my interest in learning the slave business from the bottom up. I
had to  assure Shaun that my father would not have it any other way, if in fact
I went  to work at his company, I was more than pleased to know that my dad's
reputation  had filtered down to this out of the way slave center; which made
me feel just a  tad bit more  important.

Shaun talked of many things, in the time we were left alone. For instance,
the  slave that had crawled behind him, was once a vibrant young man, born to
serve;  but for some reason had been reduced to nothing more than a dog, be it
for the  few things he did for his master  Shaun.

I  learned something about the slave John Henry as well. His was probably the
most  traumatic enslavement that I'd heard so far, but I was more than
pleased with  just how much the slave had come to understand his hidden purpose in
life.

The number  of slaves here actually staggered my imagination, but Shaun
assured me that they  were all well taken care of here. However, some of their
lease holders seemed to  be rather sadistic and were always pushing the limits of
the law when it came to  how a slave was to be treated while performing a
task.
Due to the way  the laws were written, these particular slaves had no legal
recourse against the  `cruel and unusual' punishments they received while out
working off their debt  to society. That to me, seemed like something that I
would like to sink my teeth  in and see about getting changed once I became a
full fledged  employee.

Shaun turned the conversation into a question and answer period about my five
 day stay at Windy Hills and he seemed rather happy that his employers were
not  as demanding upon him or of the slaves which worked around the house.  I
could tell by his voice, that Shaun was happy with his work and his slave. He
seemed to have a definite since of pride in the way he performed his job;
especially when it came to fulfilling the requirements of the legal system. He
made sure that mentioned his high marks, from all of the state inspections
which  are held monthly for all the slave holding centers around the  state.

John  Henry kept an eye on our two drinks and was always quick to replenish
them, but  after my fourth beer I shied away from having  another.

I  was both eager for tomorrow to arrive and due to my stomach feeling the
pangs of  hunger I was anticipating the food; which smelled delicious as it
cooked on the  two big  grills.

The  sun was setting, just as the back door sprung open and the four teens
came  running out followed unceremoniously by Doc. The boys were only clad in
towels,  wrapped tightly around their waists.

The towels  soon came flying off and now I could plainly see the naked forms
of their  bodies, as they all jumped in, various ways, into the pool. The
laughter seemed  to forbid the thoughts of slavery and pain, as they frolicked in
the water,  laughing and  splashing.

Doc stood firm for a moment, watching his four charges playing, while I too
watched; as the occasional cock and pubic hair came flying out of the pool and
 jumping back in  again.

Shaun  quickly and rather quietly told me of the four teens and what they
were doing in  the house. My mind went into overdrive, as I tried to recall if
anything in the  folder mentioned the making, production, and distribution of
pornographic  movies.

Before Doc had a chance to sit, the Housemaster was handing him his cocktail
and  quickly then re-joined the housekeeper in making final preparations for
dinner.

"So  young Master Kevin, have you seen enough for one day? Has Shaun filled
you in on  some of the basic functions around here? Have you had a chance yet
to mount  young John Henry? I haven't fucked him in quite some time, but I hear
from his  master that he still acts like a virgin every time a cock slides up
his  beautiful ass", Doc said without as much as taking a  breath.

I  smiled one of my better smiles as I answered the barrage of questions. "
Shaun  has told me a great deal Sir and he's been quite helpful in peaking my
enthusiasm for tomorrow's work in the slave induction barn. I've enjoyed my
tour  with John Henry. One wouldn't guess that John Henry was a slave by the way
he  explained the buildings and their purpose, and `no' I hadn't had time to
 contemplate mounting the slave, although I will admit that from what I've
seen  of him, I'm sure he'd perform  admirably."

Doc just laughed as if he was in agreement with what my response had been,
along  with Shaun. "Well, I'm sure you'll find us agreeable to just about
anything  around here you want to see or do. If you want to help Shaun and his men
tomorrow I don't see any reason why you couldn't. You might even find it
interesting to rein a team of slaves around the entire plantation if you'd like,
 but that's entirely up to you. You don't need to hurry anything, anything
at  all. You've got a full six days ahead of you here and I'm certain that
there is  plenty to occupy the  time."

Doc  set his glass down and sauntered over to the edge of the pool, which
instantly  got the four boys to quiet down. The next thing, Doc slips into the
pool and is  completed surrounded by the teens. They are hugging and kissing him
with  passion. It was somewhat odd, as only the three of us adults, excluding
the  help, had shorts on, but I'm guessing that there was a reason that Doc
and Shaun  stayed appropriately  clothed.

Doc  waved for Shaun and myself to join him in the pool, which I must say was
an  invitation I couldn't refuse after the week I'd just had.

The two of  us got up and approached the side of the pool and all of a sudden
the four boys  went silent, all staring at me with looks of bewilderment
across their angelic  faces.

"They  are wondering why we haven't included the two slaves in the pool
festivities.  The boys always seem to enjoy playing with the slaves on the
weekends. It's up  to you if you want your to join in. My slave has to sit this one
out for now, as  he didn't perform to his normal capabilities in the cottage",
Shaun said with a  slight bit of  regret.

I  turned to face John Henry, and as if for no other reason than it was still
hot  and muggy out, I called for him to join me. His face lit up like a
Christmas  tree and he wasted few steps to get to the  pool.

Feeling a bit like a youthful kid myself, I quickly and without regard,
pushed  John Henry into the pool. The four boys were upon him like a snake to a
mouse.  There laughter and giggles was music to my ears as I unnoticeably slipped
into  the pool alongside Doc. Shaun got in on the other side of Doc, and all
three of  us took a minute to enjoy the sights and sounds of the five naked
bodies  frolicking in the  pool.

A few  minutes later and the four boys were trying to get me involved in
their  shenanigans but I resisted, at first; until Doc spoke up on my  behalf.

"Boys, boys, easy now. Have you forgotten what I told you downstairs? Did I,
or  did I not, tell you that our guest is from the big city and that he to is
a  master. One must remember to treat all masters with respect and  dignity."

The silence was deafening for several seconds, as the four boys looked as if
they'd just gotten their butts spanked or something. Then to a person, each
of  them apologized first to Doc and then to me for failing to remember their
manners.

"I'm not opposed to having a little fun", I quickly and joyously announced.
"I'll be happy to engage in your games for a little while. I think it might
be  just what I need to relax and enjoy your  hospitality."

I looked over to Shaun and gave him a weird look, as if I was telling him to
cut  his slave some slack, at least for  tonight.

"Jordan, you may join the others in the pool if you so desire, but mind your
manners like a good boy", Shaun said to his  slave.

I  watched, rather sadly, as the Jordan crawled over to the edge of the pool
and  allowed his body to slither into the water. At least, once his body was
covered  with the refreshing texture of the water, a nice smile began to show
up on his  face. My heart felt happy... happy because I made this small thing
happen for what  I felt was a worthy  cause.

The  boys decided on playing the age old game of `chicken', for which I used
to be  pretty good at. There were seven of us, so one person was going to
have to sit  out, until all of a sudden Shaun decided to join in.

There was  the `choosing of teams' by the four exuberant teens and I was
picked by the  oldest of them.

Just before  the start, my team mate boldly announced that Shaun and I were
improperly  dressed for the game. It only took me to see Shaun shucking his
swim shorts to  understand the rules... which were simple. Last team standing wins
and there are  no other rules. Two teens quickly grabbed at my swim suit and I
joined the ranks  of naked flesh; all while Doc maintained his composure
along the wall of the  pool.

The  action was ferocious. Had it not been for the water surrounding my nuts,
I'd  probably lost out within the first minute. It was easy to see how they
played  their version of the game, and I was soon flailing my arms and legs as
the two  of us went under the water. Before I had gotten my feet planted on
the bottom,  hands were grabbing at my cock and balls and one pair of hands was
preying at my  butt cheeks. Everyone was laughing as if this type of horse
play was the `norm'  for them so I didn't object or allow myself to get  upset.
I finally  deemed my loss and surrender, as I made my way back over to stand
alongside Doc,  while the others continued to play and shout. My team mate
found his way to the  steps and sat, watching his friends fight it out to a final
 victory.

One  by one, the teams fell and the steps were beginning to be crowded as the
last  two teams dug in for the right to be called `champs'. When it was all
said and  done, Shaun and his team mate had survived the battle, without as
much as a  scratch, but it seemed as if they both had gotten excited, over their
final  match.

As  Jordan went to assist Shaun with getting his swim shorts back on, so did
John  Henry with me; but I stopped him and told him to wait until I was ready
to exit  the pool. He smiled and I could see the glitter of happiness in his
eyes. After  all, it was seldom, to never, that I got to swim naked and I wasn'
t going to  pass up the opportunity to do so  now.

The  four teens watched as I made lap after lap in the pool; changing my
stroke with  each successive lap. No sooner had I stopped, they all came over to
me and began  asking a lot questions, most of them frivolous except the final
one; which was  asked by the one who appeared to me, to be the youngest. "
Excuse me Sir, but why  is it that you don't have any hair around your penis?" I
was caught off guard by  the question, and to be honest... I'd forgotten that I
had been  shaved.

I  gathered my thoughts, and selected my words very carefully; as now
everyone,  everyone, was awaiting my  answer.

"When I was at my previous destination, I volunteered to be `milked' of my
sperm, and in order for the machine to function properly, they had to remove
all  the hair in my pelvic and pubic region", I responded with a straight face,
 trying to sound as if it was nothing more than a `normal' thing to be
milked in  such a fashion. My explanation to the teens seemed to suffice, but the
grin on  Doc and Shaun told a different  story.

Thankfully the Housemaster informed all, that dinner was ready. John Henry
quickly slid my swimsuit back on and I pulled myself from the pool; enjoying
the  sight of the boys running to get their towels to dry themselves. It was
even  nicer to see that they desired to remain naked during the dinner hour.

I sat  around the table with Doc, Shaun and the Housemaster; while all of the
boys  along with the slaves sat on the deck on the opposite side of the pool,
away  from us. Apparently this type of behavior was acceptable and expected
on such  occasions as not one free male  objected.

Doc just had to bring up the bit about my milking and I played it down to
where  it didn't seem like such a big deal. I didn't feel that they needed to
know all  of the particulars. And then Shaun brought up the new SIMS machine in
a rather  non-delicate  fashion.

"We're getting one of the new SIMS machines that your dad is selling. My
sister  and her `boy' Fido were at your father's demonstration a couple of weeks
ago.  She works for the state, and she purchased three of them for the slave
centers  and we're lucky enough to be getting one. She was telling me about
the new slave  there that her `boy' got to milk and she said that if she was in
the market for  another slave, herself, she'd have purchased or leased that
one right on the  spot. I'm guessing, knowing her as I do, that she have him
castrated and living  like a dog by  now."

All I  could do was to come up with some silly assed response to his
statement, hoping  that it would sound authentic enough to pass as the truth. "Yes,
well he was new  for sure. He hadn't been there long at all and had just
finished his physical  exam about an hour before he was presented to the group. I'm
sure by now he is  long since gone from my father's company and is out doing
what slave's like him  do best."

"The way my sister tells it, the slave seemed to enjoy being on display and
having folks play with his `tackle', especially the way he moaned and groaned
 when Fido got him to bust a nut. She thinks he'd make a damn good sex slave
to  some deserving man or  men."

"I'm  sure that your sister has a keen eye for male flesh, more so than I
do, so I'd  do well to leave the assumptions to her", I said, hoping beyond
hope that Shaun  would drop the  subject.

Doc, bless his heart, felt that Shaun had beaten the dead horse enough and he
 himself changed the subject  matter.

"The  boys and I thought perhaps after dinner that you might like a tour of
the  downstairs rooms. The boys spend a lot of time down there and have kept it
 looking quite nice, not to mention very  functional."

Wanting to seem sincere, I replied; "Yes, that would be very nice of them to
show me where they spend their weekends. Shaun was telling me a little bit
about  it earlier. I haven't seen any real porno movies, but I hear that they
can  really be exciting to  watch."

"Indeed they can. We've been able to amass a nice `nest egg' from the sale
of  the videos. We've only recently begun making S&M flicks, but the demand
for  them over the last two years as quadrupled. A lot of the time, we actually
have  to seek `volunteers' from the slave barns in order to come up with
something new  and exciting for our club  members."

"You mean that some of the slaves here actually volunteer for the pain and
humiliation which the videos portray?" I asked in  earnest.

"No, no, that's not exactly the right terminology I should have used",
replied  Doc. "You see, what happens is, when we get ready to make a new flick,
either  Shaun or myself will approach a group of new indentured slaves and point
out the  benefits from  making the video with us. It seems that they all would
 rather perform in front of the camera for a couple of days, versus the
alternative of having to endure being kept in amongst a barn full of slaves  who'
ve just had their chastity cages removed after wearing them for sixty days.
And to make it more inviting for them we also mention that they'll be exempt
from the `basic' slave training for the first week, as it seems that all
criminals in the state know just how bad their first week can be if they ever  get
caught and sentenced to a term of  indenture."

"It sure sounds like you've got all your I's dotted and your t's crossed,
when  it comes to making sure that the slaves used are not being forced to
comply with  making the videos", I  replied.

"Well thanks to the legal brain inside of my sister's head; we've been able
to  thwart any bad publicity and legal ramifications", Shaun  added.

"Then  it's settled. After dinner we'll all go and show you around the lower
part of  the house. I'm sure you'll find it to your liking", Doc said with a
 smile.

I was  never so glad that I was sitting up at the table, whereby no one could
possibly  see the tent in my  swimsuit.

TBC...

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