Date: Thu, 11 Jan 2007 07:22:10 EST
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: a lesson in time part 16

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A Lesson In Time,  Chapter  Sixteen


I knew that this is exactly what I told Doc that I wanted and needed; but I
honestly had no idea, until now, just how rough and painful that the initial
part of a new slave's life could be. At least I didn't mention the other
things  like wanting to learn what it was like to pull a cart or to work for a
leaseholder. For now, seeing what a slave, destined for sexual use, would be put
 through.

I  saw a flash of another latex cock go past my eyes, just as the first one
was  being pulled out.  The instant that it was free of my mouth, I felt the
burning and stretching of my piss hole as Doc forced the hose into the very
beginning of my  cock.

As the  catheter seemed to just be `resting' there, the new rubber dick was
eased passed  my lips. As the cock inched its way towards the back of my
mouth, the catheter  began its journey down the shaft of my dick; all the while Jo
hn Henry continued  to stimulate my sexual rush with the steel rod. It felt as
if I was caught up in  some kind of torturous, erotic cyclone of some kind; as
my thoughts bounced from  each area of my body that was receiving some form
of  attention.

I  started to notice that the dick was probing the far reaches of my mouth,
as I  started to gag just a bit. Back and forth it went, just as the boys
wanted it  to; with each thrust getting some form of instructions to go along with
the  probing. I tried to breathe, just as they were telling me to, but it is
so hard  to do, that I knew, I just knew that I'd pass out from lack of  oxygen.

There was a momentary pause, as Doc worked the catheter down my shaft; and
just  at the precise moment that he pushed it through to my bladder, the cock
was  buried down my throat. I was so stricken with fear that I never felt the
steel  rod sending the pleasurable currents into my  prostate.

The piss leaving through the rubber tube was a sensation like none other.
Pissing without the physical aspect of pissing was something which seemed
foreign to me. My piss slit was still burning from being stretched so much and  the
feeling of the tube inside my cock was a lot for me to deal with; but don't
misunderstand me, as it was a pleasurable pain (in a  way).

It  seemed as if the boys were affording me a mixture of instructions,
coupled with  words of extreme encouragement; as the long thick cock kept up the
relentless  journey back and forth into my throat. There was enough snot coming
from my  nose, that I could feel it on my cheek bones. Volumes of saliva weren'
t far  behind, as my mouth was filled to near capacity or so I  imagined.

Minutes later, I saw a large plastic bag, filled with my own piss being
hefted  into the air so that I could see it. There was a clear plastic hose
attached to  it, and I could only assume that Doc had it connected to my piss
plumbing.  Laying the warm bag of piss on my abdomen he quietly spoke, saying; "This,
 Master Kevin, is one of the many ways a slave owner controls how and when
his  house or sex slave can piss. As you may have noticed, I've simply attached
everything to this bag, until your session has been completed. Nice color and
 flavor to your piss, by the  way."

I  didn't have time to consider what Doc was saying, as the boys began to
increase  the speed of the rubber dick in my mouth. It seemed that as long as I
was still  choking and gagging that they were bound and determined to keep the
pace up.  Once or twice, when I was feeling as if I had my breathing under
control, the  dick was eased completely down into my throat and held there
momentarily; but I  couldn't relax my muscles long enough to accommodate the invader
and my nose  actually let fly several big globs of snot. That one instance
brought a few  giggles from the younger  boys.

"Now  boys, I've warned you once, and I'm not going to tell you again!" Doc
blurted  out. "You must not only remember that Kevin is our guest but he's
also a  master."

I  sure as hell didn't feel much like a `master' right about now, but I
really  didn't care either. I just wanted the throat raping to stop or at least
slow  down.

The  imitation cock continued to find its way down my throat, but at a much
less pace  than before the boys received chastisement for being so rough with
me. One of  the boys was kind enough to wipe the mucus and saliva from my face,
which I  greatly  appreciated.

I heard a sudden `click' and the start of something which seemed to send a
slight vibration up from the bottom of the table I was laying on.

"Now then,  Kevin has decided that he'd like to receive a couple of rings,
so that he'll  know the discomfort of having them put in place, so in order for
me to do that;  I'll have to elongate his nipples just a little", Doc said
in much of a  professional tone of voice, which was unlike the way Shaun seemed
to always  speak to  slaves.

With  everything going on, I hadn't the foggiest of ideas what he was
referring to,  until he showed me two clear plastic cylinders which were attached to
a flexible  piece of tubing. Without saying a word, Doc put a little bit of
lubricant on  each of my tits and then placed the tubes over my nipples. It was
rather  enjoyable at first, until he apparently turned the machine to a
different  setting and I felt and saw my nipples being sucked up into the  tube.

"In  about twenty minutes or so, your nipples will or should be stretched
enough to  allow us to give you two pretty nice looking rings, Kevin", Doc said
with a  smile. "They might be a bit tender but the needle going through the
skin will  make you forget about the  tenderness."

It was beginning to get a might uncomfortable, but this is what I had asked
for  and what I needed to know. I just couldn't see myself going through life
not  actually knowing what slaves went through or what a slave feels like,
having to  endure the shaving, the face and throat training and the ass reaming;
not to  mention any shame and/or  humiliation.

"Boy's it won't be long now before your ride get here, so I'd suggest you
wrap  up the throat massaging, at least for now and get the dildos all cleaned
up and  put away nicely", Doc said rather nicely to  them.

I  found myself wondering what was going through John Henry's mind now, as he
 continuously worked the steel rod back into my ass and twisted it against
the  outer edges of my anal sphincter muscle. This was the only part of the
afternoon  that I seemed to be enjoying; and I wondered if it was merely the fact
that John  Henry was the one perpetrating the act upon my  ass.

I heard  the housekeeper and the Housemaster excuse themselves, as they
needed to return  to their respective duties; which left only us men downstairs. I
was somewhat  relieved that the two of them had `better things to do' rather
than gawk at me  while I was being taught the ways of  slavery.

The  warmth of the piss collection bag began more evident as time progressed;
 although the pain in my cock had subsided quite abit, but it didn't take
long  for the four young adults to return to stand in front of my  face.

"Doc,  can we have permission to thank Master Kevin for allowing us to train
his cock a  little bit today?" one of them said in a rather loud  voice.

"If  you thank him in such a way as not to be demeaning in any way, I'm sure
that  master Kevin will appreciate your thoughtfulness, not to mention your
kindness",  Doc answered  back.

"Thank  you master Kevin, thank you very much for allowing us to teach you
today", one  of the boys said just before kissing me on my  lips.

I was  going to say something in return, but no sooner had my lips parted
than his  rigid cock slid into my mouth. My brain took over and instantly I began
to  suckle his cock like I was meant to. It tasted of youthfulness mixed with
a  slight fragrance of soap.

Ever so  slowly the cock made it's way into my mouth, tickling the back of
it; before I  could feel the soft bristles of the pubic hairs against my  face.

One by  one, I managed to extract copious amounts of male sperm from each of
the four  boys, before they had to depart for another week. I don't know what
I was  thinking, while I sucked on their cocks, but knew that I wanted, needed
and  desired to do it; unlike the drug induced state I was put in at Windy
Hills and  can hardly remember a solitary  thing.

It  didn't surprise me that after they boys had readied themselves for
departure  that they each gave me another rather passionate kiss; each wishing and
hoping  that I'd see them once more before continuing on my  journey.

If  only I wasn't bound up as I was, I'd probably have enjoyed giving each
of them a  hug and perhaps something more  memorable.

While Doc accompanied the boys upstairs, John Henry stayed with me; this time
 without the steel probe up my ass. It wasn't until I tried to speak to him
that  I came to the sudden realization that my throat was quite sore.

I managed  to only look at him, as if he were my superior; while he peered
down at my face  with his sad puppy dog expression. Finally gathering the
courage to bend down to  my face, John Henry broke into tears claiming he was sorry
for having been made  to partake in my  experience.

As difficult as it was for me to speak, I did, however, do my utmost to
assure  him that he'd done nothing wrong. I could feel his hands on either side of
my  head as he kissed me, daring to put his moist tongue in my  mouth.

That  one moment in time, allowed me to forget about all of the tubes and
hoses  attached to and in my body; as for the first time in my life, I actually
felt  some kind of connection between myself and another male. It was unlike
any other  feeling that I'd had. Words could not explain the complex rush of
emotions and  feelings that raced through my body like a raging forest  fire.

Doc  re-appeared, as John Henry now knelt by my head, and calmly stated that
he too  had high hopes that the boys would be able to come a day earlier than
normal.

Not saying  anything to or about John Henry, Doc turned the machine off and
the tubes just  simply fell off of my nipples. He had been correct in saying
that my tits would  be sore; as while he massaged the red nipples I could feel
the intensity of the  torment from the machine, as more and more blood flowed
in and out of  them.

Doc  swabbed my nipples with the same cold solution he'd used on my cock,
just before  holding up the two rings he'd planned on placing into them. They
were nothing as  large and obscene as the ones which slaves get, but he assured
me that the pain  from the needle would be a close replication to that which
the `poor souls'  felt.

With  John Henry now stroking the two sides of my face, Doc clamped off the
right  nipple and lanced it quickly with a needle, while I managed to blurt out
a  couple of  obscenities.

The vulgar words spewing from my mouth quickly and painfully turned to me
begging for my freedom; as Doc began to chastise me for my language while he
squeezed and twisted my now hairless  scrotum.

"Kevin, I don't know if you realize it or not, but I will not tolerate any
slave  under my control to use such language!" Doc shouted at me, thus
silencing my  tirade permanently.

"I'm sorry  for cussing like that, honest I am", was all I could think to
say as the pain in  my nuts began to subside. My eyes cast upward at John Henry
and I could tell  that he was upset either by my outburst or the fact that Doc
had just  administered a good dose of slave control to my nuts, as his face
was ashen and  cold  looking.

"Perhaps Kevin needs something to quench the thirst in him", Doc said as he
began to raise the head of the table upwards. My eyes cast down to see that
the  needle was still stuck through my nipple and the bag of piss had slid down
to  just above my naked cock. "Hold the bottle up so that he can have a
drink, won't  you John  Henry".

As  Doc was replacing the needle with the first of two nipple rings, John
Henry held  up what looked like a nursing bottle for a small farm animal; the
kind with a  rather large rubber nipple on the  end.

"Just  suck the nipple and you'll be able to get the refreshment from it
quite easily",  Doc said matter of  factly.

John  Henry, still sad eyed, placed the nipple to my lips and I eagerly
proceeded to  put about two inches of it in my mouth before I began to suck on it.
The instant  the liquid squirted in my mouth, I immediately knew that this was
no ordinary  drink.

"I  see by the expression on your face, that you don't appreciate all of the
piss  the boys saved up for you Kevin", Doc said as he finished up the
closing of the  ring.

My  eyes followed Doc around to the other side of the table as he prepared to
 puncture a hole in my remaining nipple; but I continued to suck the urine
from  the bottle as if it were a sports drink. The main thing I had to consider
was  that at least it was helping to take the parched feeling out of my mouth
and  throat after having to succumb to the rubber cocks and the four tender
dicks of  the boys.

Being able to hold the bottle in just on hand, John Henry managed to once
again  stroke the side of my head, brushing the hair off of my face; as Doc
proceeded  to puncture my last nipple and push the ring into  place.

"There now, all done and I have to admit that I really like these smaller
rings  on a free man as compared to the large, nasty ones we are required to put
into a  slave's body", Doc responded as my chest heaved rather portentously
from the  second or two of pain he had  produced.

John Henry removed the bottle just as soon as I'd sucked the last available
squirts from it. Returning, the slave began stroking my hair, as if he was
trying to style it with his long, thin  fingers.

"Well, that just about completes this part of what you said you desired
Kevin.  Do you wish to continue tonight or would you rather hold off for another
time?",  Doc asked of  me.

After I  replied that I felt as if I'd had enough for one day, Doc replied "
Excellent  choice, if I say so myself Kevin, but we probably should allow you
to experience  one last thing today that might just carry you through the
night and into  tomorrow."

It only took a moment for Doc to show me a butt plug that looked as if it
would  fit easily up a cow's ass. "You might enjoy wearing this at least until
bedtime,  if not longer Kevin. That way you'll get a little feel of what the
new slaves  are going through as we speak; as they are all `fresh meat' in
their new homes  and having fifty or sixty sex starved men fresh out of their
weekly chastity  devices makes for a pretty randy  scenario."

I  didn't have time to even respond, let alone refute Doc's last comment, as
he  quickly lubed up the plug and began working it slowly into my butt. He
coached  me, the best he could, as he kept a steady pressure on the plug, as it
continued  to stretch my ass further than I had ever thought  possible.

Doc continued to encourage me to relax my anal muscles as he relentlessly
kept  the press on the butt plug; while my eyes moved up and over to my right
wrist,  to witness John Henry attaching a small, very small padlock to the
leather mitt.  "That's just until your bedtime Kevin, as I think you'll enjoy not
having the  use of your hands once you're off of the table", Doc said without
breaking  stride with his encouraging  words.

I  began to feel at ease once again with all that was happening with and to
me. I  had placed my body and mind, not to mention my life in Doc's hands and I
knew he  wouldn't actually desire to cause me undue  harm.

The  second of the two padlocks was clicked shut, just as the fattest part of
the  dildo passed beyond my anal sphincter muscles. Thankfully I was obeying
Doc's  words and my breathing more or less took away the majority of
discomfort, not to  mention all of the hesitant thoughts I'd been having. Needless to
say, my ass  felt full; but it was actually a good feeling, being that part of
the plug was  pushing up and against my prostate, which kept my sexual prowess
 alert.

Doc  proceeded to clamp off my catheter and remove the collection bag and
hose;  handing both items to John Henry, saying "We might just want to save the
contents for  latter."

Expecting to see Doc extract the catheter was an assumption which I shouldn't
 have made. He simply walked away from the table, followed by the slave boy;
leaving me momentarily alone and allowing me time to look at my naked self in
a  whole new, completely different  way.

Doc  startled me when he came back into the room saying, "I guess we need to
finish  up in here so that John Henry can get the room all nice and clean for
the next  time."

"Just  so you'll have a better idea of what a slave has to contend with, I'm
going to  use a wide strip of soft leather and bind your testicles down away
from your  body; which we'll just add to the list of things to remove at your
bedtime. It  won't feel totally the same as having a heavy steel band placed
around your  penis and scrotum; but it should give you an uncompromising
feeling of how it  makes a new slave realize that his body is no longer something
which he has  anymore control  over."

I was  able to watch Doc, as he made a single wrap around the base of my cock
and then  began working my balls down into the bottom of my nut sack. I was
surprised,  although I should have by now learned to expect the unexpected,
that Doc also  used the leather to divide my balls into their own little sacs,
which seemed  rather unique in a certain sort of way. I still expected Doc to
remove my  catheter, but such thoughts and hopes seemed to fade rapidly as they
began to  release me from the  table.

Both  of them started to release my wrists and ankles and finally unbuckling
the two  straps over my chest and abs. All I could do was to rub my forearms
together  since I still had no ability to use my hands to help the circulation
of blood to  increase. I continued to watch them as they began to massage my
claves and my  feet, making me feel rather  `special'.

John Henry even used his tongue to massage my balls, which even though I had
a  rubber hose inside my dick, made me start to throw an erection. His spit on
my  hairless balls made them glisten under the lights and seeing how they now
rested  on either side of my cock made it even more of an erotic situation. I
knew, more  than anything, that thoughts like I was now experiencing were
those best kept to  myself.

Standing along side the table, with John Henry helping to steady my body, I
really took on the full force of my afternoon as my heart rate increased;
sending the blood flowing faster and faster through my tender nipples and my
cock. The large base on the butt plug actually prevented me from standing
totally straight; as it felt a tad more comfortable with my knees slightly bent  and
my feet further  apart.

"One  final thing Kevin and I promise we're done for now", Doc said as he
approached with some form of clothing in his hand.

"These are  what you'll be seeing a lot of when you travel out in the
Midwest. This is the  first and only article of clothing a newly enslaved male will
receive once he's  been processed. Places like in the Dakota's and Montana
and states like that use  this more or less as an indication to all the other
slaves, that the slave  wearing this is a newly indentured slave and is not to
be mistreated in any  manner which would cause him bodily harm. Some of the
newer slave center's in  Midwestern states don't yet require nose rings and
such, so they simply issue a  fresh piece of meat this nice bit of  clothing."

At first I wasn't sure what the piece of clothing was, but the one thing I
did  know was that it was very, very small AND it was bright pink in color.

Doc got  down on one knee and then had me raise first one foot and then the
other as he  slipped the clothing up my legs. It quickly became obvious what it
was as Doc  worked it up to my pelvic  bone.

I  watched, amazed and bewildered, as Doc pulled my cock through the top hole
and  then he worked my balls out through the bottom hole, adjusting the
garment  continuously. It was almost nothing more than a basic jockstrap with two
separate holes in the front pouch, albeit pink. The elastic straps going up my
 butt crack also helped to keep a slight amount of tension against the base
of  the butt plug; as I began to feel more and more like a slave with every
passing  minute.

"There you go Kevin, now your kitted out something like a slave except for a
few  things, but I'm pretty sure you're getting the idea of what it feels
like to be  a new slave", Doc said with a sincere tone to his words. "We still
have time  before supper is ready so I've taken the chance that you might like
a more  in-depth tour of the slave barns on a Sunday afternoon. I'm certain you
'll see  them in a totally different light today than perhaps during the
week; so I've  asked Shaun to bring the cart over and he'll accompany us up to
one or two of  the barns and that should take us up to dinner  time."

Not  wanting to sound ungrateful or disrespectful I accepted Doc's assumption
 graciously and before I knew it Shaun came bouncing into the exam  room.

"Damn  Kevin, you look great. Doc you didn't tell me Kevin was all prettied
up like  this", Shaun gleefully  said.

Doc  explained the situation to Shaun, who became rather complacent with each
 word.

"Regardless", Shaun said, "I'm glad you called when you did, because I was
just  about ready to go up and check on the slaves for the afternoon anyway.
You know  how raunchy they can be on a Sunday and even with our men watching
over them,  they can sometimes get out of control up  there."

Doc  told John Henry to join us, after he'd completed his tasks; which seemed
to put  a smile, although a small one, on the slave's  face.

Shaun  grabbed my cock, unceremoniously, and began leading me out of the exam
room,  down the corridor and up the stairs, while Doc followed  behind.

Passing through the kitchen, the two employees stopped whatever it was that
they  were doing and gawked at me as if I was some form of a freak show; but I
didn't  let their stares deter my attention to following  Shaun.

I  found that sitting on the back of the golf cart was more torment than
pleasure;  as every bump in the road sent a certain pounding up the butt plug and
into my  body. My cock was still slowly working it's way towards an erection
but without  much  success.

Once again, Shaun led by my cock, into the slave barn and an instantaneous
outburst of name calling and whistling  ensued.

The  only one's who weren't paying close attention to our arrival were the
guards and  the slaves who were involved in sexual activities. There were the
obvious one or  two slaves kneeling on the straw floor, sucking cock while
other slaves watched.  Several of the slaves were being fucked by other slaves and
yet there were some  slaves on the floor, with their ankles being held far
apart and near their head  while another slave was working his hand and forearm
deep into the slave's body  cavity.

Shaun released his grip, and my cock didn't fall; as it was to exciting
seeing  all of this man on man sexual activity going  on.

One of  the guards came over and reported to Shaun that all was as expected
for a Sunday  and that all the slaves were on the best behavior. The only `off
color' scene my  eyes happened to catch was the small group of slaves standing
over another slave  who was prone on the straw floor. As if on command they
all released their  bladders, splashing their hot, acrid piss on to the slave
below. Their laughter  seemed to indicate that such practice was not only a
regular occurrence but one  which they readily  accepted.

The more I observed the proceedings, the more I began to put faces on some of
 the slaves. Three of the slaves were the same ones we'd processed earlier
this  morning. All three of the slaves were on the receiving end of the
debauchery and  their tear stained faces told the whole  story.

Shaun  proceeded to pull one slave over, kneeling in front of me; while Shaun
removed  the clamp on my catheter and placed the open end into the slave's
mouth, as I  could feel my piss flowing through the tube without feeling the
need to piss as  I normally would have. Shaun smiled and simply said, "That's
the way a slave is  to be properly rewarded for having received good remarks
from his  leaseholder."

I hadn't noticed, at least not immediately, that a small group of older
slaves  had amassed around Doc and Shaun.

"Excuse me  Sirs, but is this new slave here just to look or is it here for
some good old  fashion fucking, sucking and fisting?" One of them asked in a
rather demonic  voice.

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