Date: Tue, 9 Jan 2007 00:27:44 EST
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: a lesson in time part 15

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A Lesson In Time, Chapter  Fifteen

I was ever so thankful that Doc had come when he did. I began by  explaining
to him the reason why I sounded so urgent on the phone; as we sat  side by
side on the edge of the bed.
"Doc, I'm just so confused right now, but I feel comfortable around you  so
I hope you can help me sort through all of my feelings. I guess I should just
come right out and tell you that I'm gay, and that I really want to have sex
with John Henry. The problem is, that he has a master and he's a slave and
for  some reason I don't want to cause any problems between him and his master.
I  know that you've said that I can use him as my personal slave while I'm
here,  but I just don't feel right about it.  But there's more to my dilemma,
so please bear with me for a couple of  minutes if you don't mind."
Doc reached over and placed his hand on my leg, as if to say everything  was
going to be just fine; so I continued.
"My private world seems to be in turmoil with my work. I mean, now my  folks
know that I'm gay, but I haven't come right out and admitted it to them,
even though my mom asked me about it last night.
I'd never messed around with another guy until early last week, other  than
one of my class mates; when we had jerk off sessions. I found myself  sliding
my ass up and down on a slave's cock; but I'm the one who is supposed to  be
the dominate one. After all I am considered to be a `master' in the loose
term of the word.
And yesterday, touring your place with John Henry and seeing what I saw,  and
then this morning actually working with a slave has added a great burden to
my thought process."
Doc moved his hand from my leg, to grasping my hand very gently as he
responded, "Kevin, its one thing to understand and accept your sexual  orientation
and it's another thing to be open about it. I think that since your  mother has
broached the subject already, that it's only fair that you ease her  mind and
concerns by telling her the truth, the whole truth. As far as John  Henry's
master is concerned, which is the most important thing; is that you  avail
yourself of his slave and enjoy yourself to the fullest extent which you  feel
comfortable with. It is rare for him to allow anybody to use his slave, so  there
must be some unknown connection between you  two."
I was about to respond, but Doc put a finger up to my lips; as if telling  me
to remain silent, and continue to listen.
"Now without you even telling me about yesterday and this morning, let me
just tell you a little story, if that's all right. I want to start by telling
you just a little bit about Jordan. He was gay from the get-go  and he knew it.
He enjoyed all the things boys like him did when he lived at  home with his
family. Hell, by the time he was fifteen, his father and all of  his uncles and
cousins had used him repeatedly. There wasn't anything `virgin'  about him
by the time he got to us. However, when he finally opened up to us, we  soon
discovered his hidden desire to live like a dog and to be as one with a  dog. As
we speak, Jordan is still down in the kennel  with Spartacus. It's not
something that I'd have chosen for him, but it's his  life and anybody who lives
with us, we do all we can to make them happy. What  you saw of him last night,
was more or less a show; as he didn't want to offend  your personal beliefs
about such things and men and animals living together.  Jordan used to be my boy
until he went to live with the dog, and now Shaun  oversees the boys day to
day activities; leaving me to use one of the slaves or  one of the weekend boys.
Do you understand what I'm trying to convey  here?"
With a sense of embarrassment, my head hanging down, I replied, "yes, I'm
starting to get a grasp of what you're saying." I was getting a blow by blow,
detailed dissertation of some of what has gone around here over the last two
years. It was going to make for some pretty interesting  notes.
"And it goes the same way with many of the men who find themselves here
after being sentenced to servitude. Many, many men have refrained from allowing
themselves to think as if they might have an interest in men, while others knew
 it but chose to avoid it. I think that's why our slaves are usually some of
the  most productive workers in the state. Shaun tries to determine which of
the new  ones have those `gay tendencies' and places him in the appropriate
barn, where  the slave will do the most good. At first, I was apprehensive about
the idea,  but after reading reports and hearing the comments made about our
slave  facility; it just proved that Shaun was right in his thinking. All the
slaves  work better, live better and all seem content every day of the year;
all because  they have free access at night to slave pussy and that seems to
satisfy even the  toughest of the slaves. And the rate of recidivism amongst
them is also the  lowest in the state. Hell by the time some of them get released
from here, they  move in together and we all know what that means."

"Interesting indeed. I never would have even thought of those things  unless
somebody explained them to me. Thanks."
"Now then, as far as John Henry goes... well he's a horse of a different
color. He wasn't known to be gay, yet he had many gay friends in school. He even
used a slave to get a blowjob from once, and apparently he seemed to enjoy it.
 I'm sure you've questioned him by now about his past and I know that he was
 quite forward with his feelings towards his own father. However, I'll just
say  that he has become the best slave any of us have ever seen. There isn't
anything  he wouldn't do for his master or me. He's what you might call our `
pride and joy  boy'."
I was all ears as Doc talked about John Henry. I needed, and wanted to  know
everything there was to know about him for some unexplainable reason. The
last thing Doc spoke of was that John Henry's `contract' was coming up soon, on
the slave's birthday.
"That's the reason the boys master is absent at this time. As much as the
boy's master despises the father, he had to fly down and visit him first. Then
he flies to New  York to visit the boy's mother and the once time friend.
There was a big to do when this kid showed up here thinking that John Henry
would go back home with him and become the kid's personal slave, but John Henry
decided to stay on here and now the poor kid doesn't know what to do or what
to  think. He can stay here, go be a full time slave to his former friend or he
can  go home and live with his mother; who will more than likely keep him as
a slave  and loan him out to some of her high society friends... men and  women."

"Well, can't the slave, simply return to normal life and live on his  own?"
I asked with baited breathe.
"I suppose by all legal rights, he could; but he's so happy serving a
master that it would be difficult for him to do it, even if he went through one  of
those re-acclamation courses that slaves get, I just don't feel that he'll
survive on his own. Not that being a slave for the rest of his life is a bad
thing, but I think the least he could do would be to find himself a lover,
boyfriend or something along those lines and live a happy life together; still
being able to remain the submissive one and the one who enjoys  serving."
"So this slave could in all actuality have his contract bought by  somebody
else and then there'd be no decision making on his  part?"
"Exactly, and that is why his master is trying to sort out all of the
details now, instead of waiting six months down the road when the contract needs  to
end or get extended."
There was a pause in our conversation until Doc spoke up. "We've seemed  to
have gotten off the subject just a bit, so let's try and talk about you for
now."
Listening to all the things that had gone on around here, I knew that my  `
minor' situation was nothing to be ashamed of, so I just started talking and
waited to see where it would all lead.
I told Doc everything that was in my head. I kept nothing back, as it  would
have only hindered my education and my life. As soon as I was done, Doc
simply smiled, ran his hand roughly through my hair and stood up; moving towards
the phone on the desk.
"Frank, I need you to get things ready for a session. No none of you.  Just
plan on an A, B and C for now. We can always muster up enough for anything
else later. We'll be down in a few."
>From the desk, over to the bathroom Doc moved; summoning John Henry.  "Master
Kevin will be going downstairs with us to resolve a few of his
uncertainties. See that he has something simple to wear", was all that Doc said  to the
slave.
As I watched the slave going through the drawer that I put my socks and
underwear in, Doc came over to me and very softly and caringly said, "Kevin, all
will be ready for your self-exploration and nothing that you don't want to
happen will happen. For your safety and satisfaction, if you want to stop, just
raise two fingers on either hand and everything will immediately stop and
nothing will be said about it. The boys are more than capable of their
assignments, and with John Henry there, things will probably go a lot  smoother."
I was about to stand, when the slave came over and began slipping a pair  of
my white undies over my feet and up my legs. I stood, so that he could get
them all the way up and then Doc began moving towards the door, with me
following him and John Henry coming along behind.
As we walked down the hallway on the main floor, both the housekeeper and
the Housemaster stood silently by, backs to the wall as we passed them. "You
both may attend, if you have all of your work completed", Doc said to his two
employees.
A bit of fear welled up inside of me, as the two fell into line behind  John
Henry. I had no idea, none what so ever, that my afternoon was going to be
witnessed by anyone other than the three of us plus the four  boys.
I guess that the howling from the dog, startled me somewhat; just knowing
what might be going on down at the far end of the basement, but I quickly
regained my thoughts and proceeded into the first two  rooms.
The four boys were there, smiles a mile wide and all of them bare ass  naked.
Their cocks looked just as magnificent today as they did yesterday, even
with all of their pubic bush still in tact. The oldest of the boys, Frank, came
over to me and gently took hold of my forearm and began leading me over to
what  was a rather large shower area; much like one would see in a gym locker
room.  Behind me, I could hear Doc, speaking softly to John  Henry.
The other boys soon joined us in the shower and as gently as they could,
they attached cuffs to my wrists and then attached them to some chains which
were dangling from the ceiling; thus leaving my arms outstretched. They deftly
repeated the procedure with my ankles, leaving me spread out, just like the
slaves up in the processing barn.
I watched with anticipation as John Henry came forward and held up a  weird
looking gag. "Don't be frightened Sir, it's just to assure that you  receive
the expected treatment you have requested, Sir." There was a slight hint  of a
smile on his face, but his eyes gave me the most reassuring. The look on  the
slave's face was one of happiness and ease.
I opened my mouth and allowed him to insert the cock looking piece of  latex
into my mouth and then felt the tug of the straps as he reached around  behind
my head to buckle it closed.
As the slave moved back, I could see the two employees leaning, shoulders  to
the wall, watching everything; without as much as an expression on their
face.
I had a brief moment of total shock run through my body when I saw Doc
approach holding a scalpel. "I just need everyone here to understand what's  going
on. Master Kevin feels that it is something he must undergo, in order that
he may feel and experience what a normal slave might go through upon entering
the system. It is far and few between, that men such as Master Kevin, have the
 desire to go through this, as we all know most slave owners could care less
about the emotional and physical stress and strain of a slave.  I have
assured him that his safety is  foremost and that he will be treated with the utmost
respect and dignity of that  which he is trying to understand. No harm,
permanent, shall come upon him at any  time during this exercise. Master Kevin has
decided that the need to experience  a standard slave induction, within
reason, is something which he has to  understand in order for him to better himself
in his job performance and later  on in life. Some of you might just take a
lesson from this man, as his  dedication to preserving the age old issue is
slavery in America is  commendable."
Nothing was said by anyone else, as Doc proceeded to cut away my brand  new
undies and toss them aside.
"Alright boys, you all know the procedures well enough that I shouldn't
have to coach you through any of the first segment", Doc said, as he maintained
eye contact with me. "But just keep it off from the neck down,  OK?"
At first the water cascading over me was ice cold, but it soon warmed up  to
a comfortable temperature as all four boys began to lather my body with
shaving soap and began scrapping away all vestiges of my youthful  hair.
There were comments made by the boys as they shaved me, things one might
hear as if he was witnessing a slave induction. None of them were really
unexpected, as I'd had the notion that Doc had given them some latitude within
themselves not only on what they could or couldn't do, but also what they could
and could not say.
I tried my best to keep my eyes focused on John Henry throughout the
shaving; watching for any changes in his facial  expressions.
My cock rose to the occasion of having the boys shave off the stubble  from
earlier last week and I came close to an orgasm as they all took turns  running
their razors over my balls.  When they spread my butt cheeks, was when I
really began to understand  and feel more like a slave. I could easily see how a
man might feel, having  someone come up to him and begin to denude his ass. It
was, up until now, my  `secret' about what transpired at Windy Hills, until
one of the boys said, "Damn  will you look at that. Sure don't look like a
virgin ass to  me."
"Jez... sure looks like we got us a real true blue faggot slave here boys",
said another one of them.
After my shaving, I was made to kneel on the floor and undergo my second
enema of the day. But the way the boys performed it, sure wasn't like John
Henry, `616', Shaun or even MoMo had done before today. There wasn't that slow
steady stream of soapy water going into me. Instead it was a rush of water,
which caused me to have severe cramping, which seemed to amuse the four boys.
Thankfully, I didn't need but two  fillings and one final rinse before that part
of the session was  completed.
At least for my body scrubbing the boys opted not to `string' me back up.
Instead, one of them knelt behind me and pulled my balls back towards my ass,
twisting them ever so slightly. My cock was so ready to explode, that I had to
 focus on the two employees who were glued to watching; which was an
automatic  deterrent for having to spurt cum all over the shower area. However, every
time  I looked at John Henry, all I could think about was laying side by side
with him  in bed; having a night of idyllic sex.
As the flow of water came to a halt, the four boys toweled themselves  off,
but left me to drip and shiver while standing on the tiled  floor.
"Well done, gentlemen, well done" Doc said as he ran his hands over every
inch of my body; to which my cock continued to harden and my balls began to
contract upwards. "Okay, let's get this slave over to the examination room for
his exam, tests, and adornments."
I began to actually feel as if I was indeed a slave, just by the way
everyone was `referring' to me. It wasn't a good feeling, that's for sure.
John Henry stepped forward with a look of sadness on his face, which I  couldn
't understand, and he wasn't going to explain; as he reached out and
grabbed my hard cock and began to guide me from the room. The warmth of his  hand,
as he was less than gentle with my dick, was nearly  erotic.
The four boys all pushed me from behind, coaxing me on by spewing forth a
few words that a slave might hear on a frequent basis.
The exam room was a bit warmer and well lit; as they didn't ask me to get
onto the table. Instead, they all simply grabbed my arms and legs and hauled me
up on the paper covered, padded table; while John Henry maintained his vice
like  grip on my cock.
Soon my arms were spread out, held that way by some nylon straps attached
overhead. My legs were draped up and over something that resembled a thing I'd
seen once or twice on television and then my ankles were secured.
"Okay so far Master Kevin?", Doc asked with a concerned  tone.
I nodded in the affirmative and then Doc stepped out of my field of  vision.
A couple of straps were placed over my chest, just below my nipples and  the o
ther just above my hips. John Henry was still holding onto my cock, but not
as firm as before. I craned my head upwards so that I could see his face, which
 now seemed to have reverted back to a partial  smile.
>From off to the side I heard Doc say, "You boys better keep the slaves  head
down, so that he doesn't injure himself. You wouldn't want to be held
responsible for causing Master Kevin any harm to his neck would  you?"
Before I could even think, a thick strap was placed over my forehead and
affixed to the table, thus rendering my head  immobile.
"In the interest of time, I'll just have John Henry extract the needed
sample of sperm from the slave; seeing as how he can't seem to let go of Master
Kevin's cock anyway", Doc said, with what sounded like a light hearted  laugh.
The next sensation to flood my senses was the warm and moist lips of what  I
could only perceive as belonging to John Henry while he sucked my cock and
tongued the shaft in a way which I'd not experienced  before.
Even restrained, I was still able to tense my body against the onslaught  of
my sperm racing up my cock. Just at the moment of expulsion, John Henry
removed my cock from his mouth and quite roughly stroked my dick; allowing my
sperm to spew out and into a specimen cup.
The next thing I see is Doc holding the cup up to the light and  commenting
on the amount and the density of my semen. The four boys began to  holler, "me,
me, me please, me, me" as the specimen cup went out of my  sight.
"Thanks Doc thanks a lot. Master Kevin's cum sure does taste nice and  sweet.
" One of the boys said from behind my head.
"Okay enough horse playing. Remember why we're here. It's not for your
amusement", Doc said to the overly anxious boys.
The small room fell silent as Doc began to speak once more, "Now we need  to
get a sample of the slave's urine and I need to check his prostate. What else
do we always do with a new slave? Who knows the answer to that  question?"
"I know, I know Doc", said one of the boys. "It's procedure for a slave  to
be checked just to make sure he has never been enslaved  before."
"Exactly, and how do we do that?"
"We use the chip locator, Doc"
"Alright then, who wants to do the honors? Doc asked, knowing full well  that
all four boys would jump at his question.
I saw, from the corner of eye that one of the teens had moved down  towards
my feet and then I heard, "Just be sure to use enough lubricant. Not  even a
slave likes to have a steel rod shoved up his  ass."
No shit. Not only was the lubricant icy cold, but the steel rod was  almost
as round as slave Shaun's cock. I inhaled and exhaled the best I could as  the
boy eased the rod up my ass. I instantly heard the beep and chirp from the
rod, and then I remembered that I'd been fixed with my own chip while undergoing
 the SIMS testing.
The alarm from the rod, sent the room into a lather of comments, and it  took
Doc several minutes to get the four boys back under control; by explaining
to them that perhaps there was a reasonable explanation as to why I had a
locator chip. I could see Doc's face by now, and he had what I considered to be  a
mildly sinister look.
"Master Kevin, are you a  slave?" Doc asked. I tried to move my head side to
side but it was nearly  impossible.
"Did your employer have you  chipped for a reason?" I did my best to nod
yes; and thankfully it was enough to  put the subject matter to rest.
"There boys, you see... nothing  to get excited about. Had Master Kevin been a
slave now or even before today, he  most certainly would have had other
indicators to match the slave chip in his  ass." But I'm glad to see that the chip
prod works like it's supposed to  work".
I was thinking, hoping that  the boy would remove the darn steel from my ass,
but he left it in. "Now John  Henry, what I need you to do during the rest of
Master Kevin's examination is to  show Master Kevin how we are able to keep a
slave's cock erect during this  time", Doc said in a rather professional
tone of voice. "It will prove to be  beneficial to Master Kevin by the time he
gets up from the  table."
"Now, who knows what comes  next?" Doc asked of his boys.
After the usual banter from  the boys, one of them answered. "Well, the next
thing is to get a sample of the  slaves piss to test for diseases."
"No that's not right", replied  another boy. "We always check a slave's gag
reflex before Doc gets the slave's  piss."
"Now, now boys; let's not get  into a war of words", Doc said rather calmly,
"I suppose, in the interest in  time that we can do both at the same time if
you'd  like".
I was rather confused at the  process at this point, as Doc came and leaned
over my face. "You don't have any  objection if we do both at the same time do
you  Kevin?"
I saw Doc move his head so  that he could see if in fact I was holding up two
fingers. "Well boys, I guess  we'd best get started."
"You'll recall, Master Kevin",  Doc started saying to me, "that when a slave
's ass shows signs of use, such as  yours does, the next progressive test is
done to see how well a slave can accept  a man's cock before he starts to gag.
In all actuality most slaves who undergo a  gag reflex test, find that by the
time the test is over he can take a sizeable  cock not only in his mouth but
down his throat as  well."
If I could have said  something, I would have, but with my mouth already
filled with a latex cock, it  was impossible. My only other option was to raise
two fingers, which I did; and  which was noticed by Doc.
"You giving up already Kevin?"  Doc asked. "It's really nothing to get
alarmed with, and besides, I'm right here  and won't let the boys get too carried
away."
Before my brain caught up to his words, I felt a nice sensation in my  ass,
coming from the steel rod. Not only was John Henry moving the rod in and  out,
twisting it around and around, but apparently the rod also was capable of
delivering a small electrical current as well; which seemed to be stimulating my
prostate gland. Through everything going on, my cock was starting to react to
 John Henry's manifestations.
There was a loud clunking sound and my head bounced, along with that part  of
the table it was resting on. I found myself now, having my head lower than my
 chest, and my eyes could only see backwards and up.
I didn't see what happened next, but I knew it wasn't going to be good;  as
I felt something soft and pliable being placed over each of my hands, keeping
them balled up like a fist.  There  was no way now for me to raise two
fingers from either hand, even if I had  wanted to.
"Now Master Kevin, I'm going to take a sampling of your urine", Doc said;
once again standing in a position where I could easily see him. "Normally in
hospitals with men, they use a size 20 catheter to extract a man's piss but
here  and most other slave centers we don't like to coddle the slave so we use a
size  30. It is a might uncomfortable at first, until I get it past your piss
slit and  then again until it enters your bladder; but it isn't a discomfort
which last  for more than a few seconds and then you can simple enjoy the fact
that you'll  not have that feeling of having to piss like a free  man."
Doc holds up this sterile package containing the catheter, for my  benefit.
It looks almost twice as thick as a standard pencil for god's  sake.
"Okay boys, get Master Kevin's gag off and show me which tool you want to
start with", Doc said as he moved out of my line of  sight.
I could feel a cold liquid being swabbed over my cock, and it smelled  just
like something might smell in a hospital, all while my ass was vibrating  from
the steel rod.
I heard Doc say something like, "No start with something smaller" to one  of
the boys and then there was a pause in the  activities.
"Yep that should do fine for starters", Doc said, as one of the boys was
holding my head up just an inch so that the gag and buckle could be removed.
Then the strap over my forehead was adjusted to totally prevent any  movement.
Coming into view was something that resembled a black snake. One of the  boys
was flopping it in front of my eyes, so I would be sure to notice it. "Now
slave boy, we are going to start with this baby dick and work our way to bigger
 and better things. The purpose of this exam is to see how much of and what
size  of dick your mouth can handle without you puking or passing out. But, we'
ve had  enough practice to know when to slow down, so that you'll enjoy the
experience  more than you think you will."
"Stop teasing Master Kevin like that", Doc blurted out. "What did I tell
you boys about respect? Any more comments like that and you might just find your
 own ass on this table or someplace worse."
All four boys apologized to Doc for their youthful attitudes towards a  slave
and then they apologized to me as well.
Taking the small rubber dick in my mouth wasn't as bad as I had expected  it
to be; but I'm sure that the words of encouragement from all four boys
helped. It wasn't long enough to trigger a gag reflex, but it was of sufficient
size to warrant the boys to advise me on how to properly suck a cock for a free
man.
I tried to concentrate on my sucking capabilities, knowing just by the
feeling on my cock that Doc was about ready to begin his part of the exam. There
was a cold rush of lubrication which filled up my cock, from the head, to way
down the inside of the shaft; and then I felt the firm tip of the catheter
pressing against the tender flesh of my piss slit. I thought more than once
about raising two fingers, but each time was reminded how futile the effort
would be.

To Be  Continued...