Date: Thu, 4 Jan 2007 15:36:13 EST
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: a lesson in time part 14

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A Lesson In Time  Chapter  Fourteen

The  housekeeper began to haul things into the house as the Housemaster
continued to  replenish our drinks; while the six naked boys continued talking on
the opposite  side of the  pool.

I  wasn't surprised in the least when Shaun called out to one of the boys and
after  he'd come over; Shaun told him that Jordan needed a  walk.

I  watched as the boy went over close to the back door and opened what looked
like  an old fashion milk box and pulled out a steel collar and chain  leash.

"I  always have to consider the length of time that my slave has been pissing
and  shitting", Shaun said in a rather disheartened  tone.

Jordan  seemed happy that the boy was leading him outside of the pool area to
relieve  him. Even the way the slave crawled, seemed to indicate that he'd
now become  accustomed to his life as a man's  pet.

John  Henry, on the other hand, seemed to display a look of sadness on his
face; and  now since I'd been told about him and Jordan's former alliance, I
could plainly  understand how he was  feeling.

The  three of us, and the Housemaster, made our way towards the back door,
quickly  followed by the boys; with John Henry close behind  me.

"I can't  really spend much time tonight, looking at your basement operations
", I politely  commented. "I've been asked to call my mother and since there
is an hour's time  difference, I don't want to be the one to upset my  mom."

"Well  that is admirable of you Kevin. Most men your age would forgo such a
request  just to have the opportunity to be `adventurous' and daring", said
Doc.

As I  stepped through the doorway, I turned back to see the four boys with
huge smiles  on their faces, John Henry with a pleasant expression on his face,
and Jordan  bringing up the rear of the pack crawling, as I noticed one of the
four boys,  still holding the chain  leash.

The  downstairs, as I was told, had only started off with the single area
where the  actual `vanilla' pornographic videos were made by John Henry's
master. Then they  added the dungeon section the following  year.

Following the dungeon section, came what appeared to be an exact replica of
one  of the stalls out in the `slave receiving' barn. The last two sections
are  probably what confused my emotions, not my  thoughts.

One section was completely walled off from the others and in it was a huge
canine, asleep in his kennel. It was in this room, where movies involving males
 and this particular animal took  place.

The  remaining section was actually totally enclosed, and upon entering it; I
 discovered that it was almost like a hospital setting, to which Doc made
sure to  mention that some men like to watch videos involving medical procedures.
He went  as far as to say that even some of the slave's procedures were done
down here  rather routinely, and that with a little initiative and brawn, that
the new SIMS  machine would also be placed in this  room.

Other  than a toilet area, and the room used to process the videos, the
entire expanse  of the basement had now been converted into nothing less than a `
sex  palace'.

The  four boys seemed anxious to engage in some, any, form of sexual activity
and Doc  had to remind them that they had a visitor and not to be so
obnoxious with their  words.

"I  started with the two older boys and now we have the four. I remember the
first  day they came to me, or should I have said, the first day that their
parents  brought them to me." Doc said with an evil  smile.

"Yep,  that will be the day that remains with me forever. Each of their
parents are  patients of mine, as were the boys and it wasn't hard to convince the
parents  that their sons could bring home a healthy sum of money every time
they visited  us. Now they all live in nice double wide trailers instead of
those tiny single  ones. The boys have made enough money to keep food on the table
and clothes on  their parents' backs. But, I'll never understand why their
fathers continue to  be so lazy; sitting around the trailer all day, sipping on
beer and watching  videos."

Shaun broke out in laughter, saying "Yep they sit around all day while their
wives are out scrubbing toilets and cooking for somebody else, working for
minimum wage at  best."

"It  all sounds rather nice, in a way. At least the boys get to help their
families  survive and it seems as if they enjoy the sex part best of all", I
said rather  sheepishly.

"Sure wasn't like that in the beginning though", Doc added. "The first
weekend  they were here was like all hell breaking loose. I remember when we
fucked them  both at the same time, and took their cherries. But now, we have to
always find  ways to `entertain' them, thus the added rooms and added features.
The two  younger ones seem to have a fetish for animals, but I suppose living
the way  they do, it shouldn't really surprise me at all", Doc said. "The
two older boys  have to act like slaves at home for their parents and siblings,
so I'm sure  being here on weekends is a  relief."

"Since Kevin has to make his phone call, I think I'll go make my nightly
rounds  of the slave barns and then get myself some rest. Tomorrow will be a busy
day,  since we kept some of the newbies back to show Kevin their process",
Shaun said  with a certain degree of disappointment in his  voice.

The  next thing I know, Shaun is taking Jordan, by the leash and guiding him
over to  the kennel. It was almost as if Jordan had expected it, as he easily
crawled  inside the heavy steel cage with the dog and turned around facing me
and the  others.

The  four boys ran down to the other end of the basement and began fooling
around in  the dungeon part, each one pointing a finger to another, saying, "no
it's your  turn tonight, not  mine."

"If  you have no objection Kevin, I suppose I'll go and keep the boys busy
for  awhile", Doc said as he tried to refrain from laughing. "Oh, and before I
 forget... I've had the Housemaster leave you a small present on your bed;
sort of  a gift from all of us to  you."

With  John Henry following behind, I made my way upstairs to my room. Besides
the  phone call, I also had a mountain of notes to make and knew that it
would be  hours before I could afford to  rest.

The  slave was most dutiful in asking if I desired another shower to remove
the faint  odor of the pool water; to which I'd nearly forgotten about. I even
required the  slave to administer another enema, which was now something that
I was beginning  to enjoy.

I  remained naked, as the slave washed himself and then the two of us
discovered  the present which had been left for me. It was a large wicker basket
filled to  overflowing of various videos that had been made downstairs. It seemed
as if  they had compiled a sampling of every type of activity that was
performed in  front of the  cameras.

I  required that the slave assume a proper kneeling position next to the bed,
while  I lay on the bed, contemplating the phone call I was in the process of
 making.

MoMo  answered the phone, which told me that both of my parents were busy els
ewhere;  and I took a few minutes to speak with him about my sister. He didn't
hesitate  to fill in the blanks, and then I knew for sure that she'd crossed
over the  line. By the time mom came to the phone, I had no intentions of even
bringing  the subject of my sister, into the  conversation.

"Kevin, son, I was beginning to think that you'd forgotten your
responsibility",  she said without as much as a  `hell-o".

"No momma, it's just been a busy first day here and I'm trying to learn all
I  can with the time I have here", I said in a futile attempt to temper the
sound  of disappointment in her voice. I knew that she wasn't going to beat
around the  bush, and she didn't disappoint  me.

"Kevin,  your father has shown me the video feeds from Windy Hills and it
appears to me  as if you've been keeping something from your family. Don't you
think it's about  time to tell us that you're gay? It sure looked that way to
your father and me.  I mean, there's nothing wrong with being gay, and I sort
of expected that you  might have been ever since your high school years, but
why on earth didn't you  ever mention it to  us?"

The  phone fell silent, as I was expecting mom to catch her breathe and
continue with  her own system of parenting; but she was awaiting my response when
she said,  "Kevin, Kevin, answer me this  minute!"

I  began to choke up, not knowing exactly how to phrase my words and
sentences but  I knew that the longer I waited, the more mom would get upset and then I
'd have  to deal with her, and she'd also take out her displeasures on  dad.

"Mom,  it's not something that a boy talks about with his parents, when his
parents  just so happen to be you and dad. Both of you have always said how
much you  expect me to marry, have a family; so that you two can be
grandparents. It's not  always that simple, ya  know."

I  knew that my response was not going to satisfy her so I continued on, in
hopes  that I could at least win this one battle. "Mom you and dad have always
told us  kids that having sex with a slave has no bearing on one's sexual
preference.  What I did to `616' was nothing more than that, and besides  even
if I was, well you know... it was a decent way to discover one's inner  feelings
towards such things." I knew that what I just said had opened the door  to a
mountain of questions, criticisms, and parental  disdain.

"Well Kevin, I wasn't referring to the way you handled yourself in your
cottage,  not at all. I'm referring to how you reacted during your two milking
sessions. A  normal boy wouldn't have allowed himself to be shaved in the manner
in which you  were, let alone the way you reacted to all of the penis' that
went into your  rectum and mouth. There's no way in hell that you can convince
me that you were  just `experimenting' with it. Have you even seen this
particular video I'm  referring to? If you haven't, perhaps you should take a look
at it. I'll have  someone send it to the computer there so you can see for
yourself, how you  begged for cock for hours and  hours."
"But mom,  listen to me for once. It was all of the drugs that they forced
into my body. It  wasn't me that was saying all of those things. You and dad
know that I'd never  say things like  that."

"Well, I know that you remember the Shaun in your fathers employ? It just so
happens that I had a nice little chat with him late this afternoon in your
fathers office. He seems to feel that you've got some kind of `attachment' to
him. Is he right? Do you have feelings for this slave,  Kevin?"

All  I could do was start to think up lies and misgivings for the time being
as I  said to mom, "Mom it's not like that at all. I only told the slave that
if I  ever got to a point in my life where I could have my own slave that I'd
like to  have him or someone like him to serve me, in the way in which he
did. That's all  I said mom,  honest."

"Kevin, I think we are a long way away from getting to the bottom of this
matter, and I'm not going to continue this part of the conversation tonight; as
I'm feeling the beginnings of another one of my stress headaches, and you
know  how I get when I feel that  way."

Advantage to Kevin. "Mom, I don't want you getting yourself all worked up
over  nothing, especially something as stupid as this. I hate it when you don't
feel  well. Please remember to take something for your stress and headache so
that you  can get a good nights rest  tonight."

"Yes, well alright Kevin, but don't think we're done with this topic just
yet.  I'll send you the video tomorrow and hopefully you'll have time tomorrow
night  to watch it and then I want you to call me immediately afterwards so we
can talk  about it some more. I might even send you the video, of your sister
so you can  see what her wrongful ways have gotten her into for the remainder
of the summer.  If you ask me, I'd just as soon have her enslaved until she
turns eighteen, but  your father is opposed to it, for right now any  way."

I was  just about to say good night to mom, when she handed the phone to my
father.  Damn!

Dad's  conversation was one hundred percent better than mom's. He did his
best to  assure me that she'd left his home office, and that he was speaking
freely.  He told me more about my sister and just how disappointed he was  with
her. He brought up the `gay' thing and told me that this summer would be  the
right time to explore, if in fact I was gay or had thoughts that I might be
gay. He never once raised his voice, which put me at ease quite  rapidly.

By  the time our conversation had ended, I was using my free hand to stroke
my hard  pole ever so  slowly.

I  looked over at the slave, and he too had been watching me manipulate
myself to  an erection. His eyes and facial expressions said it  all.

I  quickly climbed off the bed and moved over to the desk, making my notes of
the  days activities like a mad scientist. I even remembered to upload the
photos of  the day and send them off to the office. That should gain me some `
brownie  points'.

By  the time I'd repacked my briefcase, charged my camera back up and placed
my  cellphone in its charger; I was finding myself mentally exhausted. No
matter how  much I wanted to watch one of the videos or have time to fool around
with the  slave, I just couldn't muster up the  strength.

John Henry slept in my bed this night, with my arm draped over his chest and
my  cock nestled in between his two butt cheeks. That's about all the `
creature  comfort' I needed for a good nights  sleep.

I  wondered if this housekeeper ever slept. She was in my room, pulling back
the  covers and nudging me to wake myself up. Hell, the sun wasn't even up yet
and  she was as alert as a lit stick of  dynamite.

"If Master Kevin expects to witness some of the induction process this
morning  he'd best be getting up and dressed because Mister Shaun is already on his
way  up to the barns", she said in such a way as to nearly make me want to
hate  her.

I  didn't even bother to shower or shave, nor did I take the time to enjoy
having  the slave dress me for the day. Breakfast was nothing more than a bowl
of  cereal, fruit and coffee for me; as I wasn't about to sit in the kitchen to
long  with the old hag and listen to her telling the Housemaster what she
expected of  him for the day.

It was hard  for me to watch John Henry having to sit on the cold linoleum
floor to eat his  own breakfast, but I knew that every place has it own rules,
so I had no choice  but to  accept.

I  half walked, half ran towards the barn; which by now was all lit up and
through  the stillness of the morning air I could hear some minor commotions
coming from  there. John Henry kept equal pace with me the entire way, and upon
arrival, I  was the one a bit winded; not the  slave.

Shaun  and I exchange pleasantries, with him sort of giggling his way through
knowing  exactly what I had experienced this morning with the housekeeper.
He  offered me the spare bed in his cottage, should I find myself coming to
wits end  with her.

The first order of business, was to get the slaves ready for processing and
that  was easy enough for Shaun and the two other men. But when Shaun offered
or  should I say, `suggested' that perhaps I'd like to partake in the format,
I was  taken back.

After the first slave was brought over and chained into a X shape, I was
handed  the pair of clippers and told to `enjoy'. It was rather nice, actually,
being  able to rid this criminal of his past life. I started with his head and
eyebrows  and continued on, leaving as requested, his cock and balls for last.
Shaun had  to demonstrate the use of the clippers on this particular slave's
balls and  cock, but all the rest of the slaves I did without as much as a
single  nick.

By the  time I'd completed my use of the clippers, there were now four
chained slaves  waiting for the next step, which of course was the shaving down of
the body to  remove all traces of  stubble.

Shaun and his two helpers, along with myself, each took one of the slaves and
 made quick work of the shaving aspect of their  lives.

"You  do enough of this shit Kevin and you become immune to the feeling of
another  guys cock and ass. You kinda have to just think of it all as only a job
and  nothing more. You can't let yourself get emotional or attached to this
kind of  human form. Not that your cock is giving anything away, but if I was
you, I be  loosing that hardon pretty quick", Shaun said while the two
employees tried to  conceal their own  laughter.

Next came their scrubbing, which two older slaves were used to administer
this  rather harsh method of ridding the body of  impurities.

Following their scrubbing, came their enemas, to which John Henry nearly
pleaded  to be allowed to do.

While the  enemas were being administered, Shaun and I stepped outside;
mostly so that he  could light up a cigarette. From the outside of the barn, I
could hear the four  new slaves start to complain about their cleansing but each
complaint was  followed by a hard swat across their respective asses from one
or both of the  two other employees. I thought, just for one brief moment, that
I heard John  Henry laughing  aloud.

Shaun  was kind enough to simply start our short conversation. He went on
about the  slaves and how he'd come to work here and how much the place had
changed since  his arrival. He not once put himself on a pedestal, but rather Doc
and John  Henry's master received all the  accolades.

Since it was Sunday, none of the other slaves would be going out to work for
their lease holders. It was rather nice that they got the one day a week off.
 But, on the other hand, it wasn't going to be a good day for the four new
slaves.

Sunday is the only day that the slaves are allowed to have their chastity
devices removed, so the four new slaves were certainly going to find themselves
well received in the slave barns later on in the  morning.

We  were still outside, when two of the carts came thundering passed us.
Shaun  pointed out that the pony slaves were still required to work out their
muscles  seven days a week; but on Sunday there was no added weight nor was there
a man  atop the seat directing them. As Shaun put it, "there's no such thing
as a day  off for a  pony."

By  the time we got back inside, the four slaves were all shivering from the
final  cold water rinse they'd just received, and thankfully my erection had
disappeared as  well.

Shaun  made it a point to inspect each and every inch of the four slaves,
even  squeezing their balls to ascertain their level of pain tolerance.

He walked  over to a small desk and returned with four folders, which were
apparently sent  with each slave from the  courthouse.

"Damn you slaves got yourselves in a heap of fucking trouble, didn't ya?"
Shaun  said to them as a  group.

"SIR,  YES SIR" they all shouted in  unison.

Walking up to the first slave in the line he looked him square in the face
and  said, "Damn boy, if I was you, I'd rather committed a worse crime than
molestation. You know these slaves are going to find out one way or the other
why you're here and when they do, you're going to be in a world of hurt. Just
because them boys have their dicks all locked up for the week don't mean that
 they won't find ways to make you feel real good up your ass boy. Four years
worth of getting your ass and mouth fucked ain't going to be a pretty thing
to  watch."

Standing now in front of the second new slave, Shaun glanced down at the slave
's  folder and then said, "Jesus Lord boy, you mean to tell me that old
Judge Burger  gave you five years for fucking your neighbor's sheep. That just
doesn't seem  kindly of Judge Burger if you ask me. But I guess that's why I'm
not any judge.  I'm guessing that since you like animals so much, that maybe we
can find  something `special' to keep you busy around  here."

The  third new slave didn't fare much better than the first two. "Says here
boy that  you've been convicted of stealing; now why on earth would you wanna
go and steal  some young boy's cherry for. Couldn't you find something that
was legal for  God's sakes? Eight years, leased. Now that's going to prove to
be very  interesting. You ever hear tell what slaves like you get used for
during your  lease program boy? Well, I suppose I could tell ya, but I ain't
gonna."

It  took a few extra minutes in front of the fourth slave, before Shaun began
to  speak. "Damn, another lease. Says here; that you've been convicted of
two counts  of fraud, one count of larceny and one count of public display of
your dick.  You're the kind of slave we like having around here. Nothing better
than having  a long term indenture living here. Fifteen years of being a slave
should help  you to see the light. Might even get you fit and trim by
training you on the  four pony wagon. Seems your lease holder is going to want you
full of muscles  and no brain in the sixty days we have to get you all nice and
ready."

One  of the two employees broke into uncontrollable laughter as he blurted
out, "Hell  Shaun, ain't any of our slaves got any brains after sixty days,
what makes that  one any  different?"

All three men now laughed with abandon, leaving me to stand there and wonder
what it was, that was so  funny.

"Well, I suppose we best get started if we wanna finish up by lunch time.
Nothing I hate was than having to work on a Sunday, let alone all day. So let's
get this show on the fucking road", Shaun said as he quickly maneuvered
passed  me towards his working  area.

I  watched as the first slave was removed from his chains and led over to
Shaun's  table where he was eventually strapped down; after causing some
commotion, which  was met by the use of the slave  prod.

"Well,  Kevin, as you know, all slaves in the state have to have their nose
rings. This  particular one gets more than just a nose ring. Most slave's like
him get worse,  but I guess somebody has taken a liking to him. He's kinda
cute in his own  special way, but not something that I'd be fucking on a regular
basis."

I  simply nodded my head, indicating that I understood. I watched with a
great deal  of interest, as the new slaves cartilage was penetrated and ruptured
by the  weird pliers Shaun was holding. I was even more amazed at the apparent
amount of  pain it caused as the slave screamed and yelled; while the blood
and snot flowed  freely from his  nose.

A  stainless steel ring was quickly put through the gapping hole inside the
slaves  nose and then one of the workers added the steel ball between the two
ends and  sealed the ring shut. It didn't appear that anyone was concerned with
the amount  of blood lose, as Shaun went directly to the slaves balls and
clamped a rather  wide band around the scrotum and cock; thus making the slave's
entire private  parts stand out quite noticeably.

"Two by 00"  Shaun said to one of the employees, who went over to a cabinet
and returned with  a sterile tray filled with everything Shaun would need to
put the Prince Albert  ring through the slaves  cock.

I  could tell that Shaun was a pro at body piercing, probably just because he'
d  done so many of them. Once the ring was in and secure, the slave got the
blood  removed from his upper lip and cheeks, along with the blood dripping
down his  cock.

"Consider yourself lucky that the judge didn't order you to be castrated. We
 always get two or three every week that lose their balls and I can tell you
from  all that I've seen you'd best behave yourself unless you want us to
petition the  judge to have you emasculated", Shaun said with a certain amount of
hopefulness  that this slave would eventually fuck up and lose his  nuts.


The slave was removed from the table and once again restrained in the chains,
as  the second slave was brought  over.

Before  the slave had be secured to the table, I heard John Henry saying
something to  the other slave; something about pissing on the  floor.
Shaun reached  for his slave prod and went towards the poor slave, and
applied the prod to the  slave's freshly pierced cock head; which sent the slave
into a fit of  convulsions, which Shaun had seen countless times  before.

Just  as quick as the first slave, Shaun processed the second one and then
surprisingly enough he skipped over slave number three and processed the fourth
 slave.

When  the last slave was bound to the table Shaun looked at him, and then
handed me  the slave's court folder. Highlighted, was the word, `castration'.
Shaun  installed the slave's nose ring, and this particular slave got his ears
pierced,  along with having his nipples pierced with the same size rings as was
in his  nose. "You wanna practice your skills on this slaves cock. I'll
guide you  through it all, and there ain't much harm you can do to a slave's cock
anyway",  Shaun asked me in a serious  voice.

By  now I was eager to show my worthiness, so I accepted the invitation to
pierce  the slave's dick. It was actually kind of nice poking a big hole in the
bottom  of his cock and sliding the big ring through  it.

"You'll  see a lot of slaves don't have dick rings like this. Them's the
ones the other  slaves have to keep an eye on, because those slaves like to
think of themselves  as the `fuckers' while all the other slaves are the `fuckee'
s'. That's the fun  around here on Sunday's if you're the kind of guy who
likes to watch and listen  to slaves getting fucked by a couple dozen other
dicks. Some of them blacks got  some mighty big dicks and they sure don't aim to
please the pig bitch their  fucking  either."

"Well maybe later, I'll take a tour of at least one of the slave barns so
that  I'll have my own first hand account as to what goes on when the slaves aren
't  out with their lease holders", I replied with my own version of seeming
to be  genuinely interested in watching countless amounts of  rape.

Now  that all four slaves had completed that portion of their processing; it
was now  time for the two employees to administer the required punishment to
each of  their butts, as outlined in their court  papers.

"Normally", the one guy said, "we gag the slave so we don't hear his
yelling and  begging us for mercy. Hell, most of the time, new slaves would rather
suck our  cocks than to get a paddling or whipping. But seeing as how it's
Sunday, I'm  sure the good Lord would appreciate hearing these boys repenting for
their sins  against their  neighbors."

Another round of laughter erupted and I could only stand there and observe;
as I  knew what the laughter was for, but I felt it highly inappropriate for me
to  join them.

"Best you stand back some Master Kevin. A lot of times slaves will piss, shit
or  even puke their breakfast up when they get punishment strokes. Hell some
of  these perverts get hardons and shoot a load of cock snot while they're
getting a  whipping", Shaun said in a `matter of fact'  way.

Taking  a few steps backwards, I found myself in line with John Henry and
Shaun, as the  two employees began administering the court sentence of
punishment.

True to a word, the slaves mostly did just about everything Shaun said they'd
 do, except to have an orgasm; but all four slaves had there cocks, sore or
not,  standing straight out and looking ever so  inviting.

I  had even been able to block out most of the yelling and screaming, but a
good  amount of it filtered inside my head; just enough to give my own cock a
bit of  an erection. I began to think that I wanted to trade places with either
of the  employees and administer some of the strokes myself, but I didn't
dare bring it  up. I couldn't help but to wonder if I had the make up and the
genes within me  to be such a person, as to desire and want to inflict pain and
suffering on  another living  creature.

I  pulled my camera out, and snapped a great deal of pictures of the four
slaves. I  got up close to their cocks, their noses and I made damn sure that I
captured  the results of all of their punishment marks. The two employees had
done a  wonderful job at not breaking the skin with the paddles and whips. If I'
d have  administered any of them, I'm almost certain that I'd probably would
have caused  some of the skin to break and  bleed.

The  stench was becoming more than I cared to endure, so I excused myself and
went  out for some fresh air; while Shaun spoke with the two  employees.

By the time Shaun came outside, he was followed by John Henry and the three
of  us started making our way back down the knoll, towards the  house.

A  pony cart came fairly close, and Shaun used his authority to get the two
slaves  to stop dead in their tracks.

It wasn't a  long walk back to the house, but I'm pretty sure Shaun just
wanted to ride back,  so we did. I even allowed my slave to ride on the back of
the cart, thus keeping  him close at hand. Memories of Windy Hills came to mind
as we neared the house,  but Shaun had the ponies take a different pathway,
just so he could point out  his cottage; in the event I ever needed him during
the late night hours.

Shaun got  down at his cottage and thanked me for the morning, but it was I
who genuinely  thanked him for such an  opportunity.

Without saying a word, the two ponies trotted up alongside the back gate at
the  house and came to a stop; allowing me and the slave to  disembark.

"So tell me boy, what does everyone do around here on Sunday?" I  asked.

"Well  Sir, most of the time I stay with my master, while the boys are
downstairs  making a video or just fooling around. Mister Shaun usually spends the
entire  day with Jordan in the cottage and the other slaves, well I'm sure you
know what  they'll be doing, if they aren't doing it already  Sir,"

"So  then, what you are trying to say is that you will be spending the day
with me,  doing whatever it is that I feel the need to do", I responded  back.

As we  made our way to my room, I began to feel that twinge in the pit of my
stomach,  you know; the one you get when you feel like getting a little `randy'
 and step  out of the box just this  once.

I took  my shower and had the boy clean me out and then the two of us laid on
the bed  and began watching a video. We hadn't gotten half way through,
watching the two  teens sucking and fucking one another when the door sprung open
and both the  Housemaster and housekeeper came sauntering in with the noon
meal. I was  surprised that they had brought enough for the two of us, but I didn'
t question  it; until they both had  left.

I  found out that it was a normal `practice' here that whenever the master
had a  slave with him, on a Sunday, that the two would `dine' as one. I
thought that  the idea was rather odd, but in the same sense it was rather a nice
way to bond  with one's slave  boy.

We  continued to watch the movie while we ate, and I hadn't even realized
that when  they brought us up our meal, that the two of us were naked sitting on
the bed.  It was too late for embarrassment, but after all that I'd been
through already,  having four more eyes see my body like this again was nothing to
worry  about.

I  don't know what happened, or what came over me; but I shot off the bed
like I'd  just been  electrocuted.

"I'm sorry John Henry, but I've really got to talk to doc." I said in a
near  panic.

"Sir,  just push 87 on the phone over there and that will connect you to the
phone in  the basement", the slave said ever so politely, noticing my
bewildered  look.

It  only took Doc a couple of minutes to arrive at my room; and I sent John
Henry  into the bathroom, with the door closed while I spoke to Doc about what
was  racing through my  head.

To Be  Continued.

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