Date: Thu, 18 Jan 2007 22:47:55 EST
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: a lesson in time part 18

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A Lesson  In Time, Chapter  Eighteen


Jordan's muscular body still continued to stand tall in front of my face,
like a  statue. Not even his hands were moving as John Henry once again began to
speak;  but much softer and with more compassion this  time.

"Sir,  please understand that I didn't want to have to do this to you Sir.
Doc was  standing behind you, showing me his clinched fist and arm; and from
past  experience I knew what he was ordering me to do. It isn't right, I know,
to do  such a thing to a free person, let alone a caring master such as you, is
an  abomination. I would have suffered greatly had I not done as ordered Sir.
Even  Jordan would receive some kind of demonic  punishment."

I was about to respond to his statement, but he continued on; which was
actually  a benefit to me, as his words were coming from deep inside of his soul
and I  could easily feel his sincerity. I truly gave me an insight into a slave'
s mind;  one which I'd cherish for quite some  time.

"Sir,  even though there are no cameras recording this event, there are
several cameras  sending our activities upstairs and I'm sure that at least one
person is  observing us. They can't hear what we're saying but if we linger to
long it will  only cause harm. Jordan and I, in the beginning used to be the
best of friends  here until my master and Doc worked him over so much that his
mind surrendered  and look at what they've turned him into. If I get as much as
a dozen words a  week out of his mouth, I consider myself lucky.  We've got
to get finished  up in here before Doc come  back."

All  that I could think to say was "Okay, let's get going then"; and before
I knew  it, John Henry was twisting his hand slowly as he extracted it from my
ass. A  gentle tug on my hair, pulled my head up just enough to where my lips
were only  inches away from Jordan's dick. "Now Sir, you'll need to open up
so that Jordan  can empty himself  Sir."

I did  as John Henry instructed, for fear of causing anyone some form of
punishment or  pain. Jordan gently placed his dick on my tongue and released his
piss, which  tasted the worst of any I'd tasted so far. With my lips sealed
around his cock,  Jordan began a slow and methodical  thrusting.

I  wasn't the least surprised when his cock hardened, and deposited another
sizeable amount of sperm into my mouth. I'm guessing that he doesn't get many
 opportunities to ejaculate, thus his ability to recover so  rapidly.

"Okay then", John Henry said. "Now that we've taken care of Jordan's little
 situation there, we'd better get the two of you cleaned  out."

Jordan  dropped to his hands and knees in a flash as John Henry
non-decrepitly told me  that I had to administer Jordan's anal cleaning. Thankfully, since I
'd  experienced them a number of times over the last ten days I had a good
sense to  know what and how to do  it.

I was  appalled to see just how much seminal fluid came out of his butt,
knowing all to  well that it was canine sperm.          After four flushing's,
Jordan's insides were squeaky clean and then he proceeded  to indulge himself
with his task of cleaning out my  guts.

"I  know that you were just shaved a few hours ago Sir, but it is routine and
 mandatory that any and all slaves using the shower and downstairs facilities
get  shaved properly. So I'll tend to Jordan and he will go over your body,
which  shouldn't take  long."

I  moved back, out of the way; watching as Jordan's body was lathered and
razored  smooth. I couldn't help recalling the sweet taste of his cock and sperm,
which  seemed to attract me to him.

When it  came time for my shave, Jordan seemed expressionless as he started
scrapping a  new razor over my face and worked his way down. It bothered me to
a certain  extent, when he lifted up my new nipple rings to devoid my body of
any remnants  of male existence.  My tits were still quite sore, but with all
the other  activities going on, my brain seemed to avoid telling me that my
nipples hurt.

Jordan took  an exorbitant amount of time shaving my pubic region and cock
shaft. His gentle  nature prevailed when he gathered up my testicles in one hand
and ran the razor  over each of my bound  nuts.

It  wasn't until he was done, gently sliding his hands over my body and groin
one  last time, checking for stubbles missed, that I realized just how
erotic,  sensual and sexy my skin made me feel. It was a whole new world, being a
grown  man without body hair. I happily began to spring a  stiffy.

Jordan's bathing my body with soap and a soft coral sponge added to my
heightened sense of sexual prowess.  I found myself holding onto him as if  he was
a long lost love from somewhere deep in another  life.

I  brought one hand up and gently lifted his nose ring out of the way and
brought  my lips to meet his, holding his body against mine as if I never wanted
to let  go. Jordan's hands slid down my back and graciously cupped my butt,
with gentle,  loving squeezes. Both of our bodies, now flesh on flesh, became
one, as our two  independent cocks found comfort in rubbing against each other.
The complexity of  having a catheter up my dick didn't even seem to phase my
raging  erection.

I  returned the favor, and started to scrub Jordan, as he to me; but I'm sure
that  I wasn't being as gentle with him. Scrubbing his back, brought many
things to  mind, as my eyes saw, my hands felt, and my emotions saddened, with
each healed  lash mark that came into view. I couldn't comprehend for the life
of me, how any  human could have inflicted such horror on another; but then,
too, I had learned  of this in college, seen several pictures, but nothing
prepares you for the  first real  image.

I  seemed to savor washing Jordan's butt crack, noting like before the
swollen lips  which sort of left me with the impression that his ass must look
something like  mine, after I had that abomination of a plug up my ass for the
afternoon,  walking around and stretching my  flesh.

I let  the sponge fall to the floor, as my soapy hand made contact with his
pucker hole  and that one small act of kindness produced a pleasant moan from
his mouth. I  continued to trace my fingers around the entrance of his ass and
Jordan relaxed  enough to allow himself to lean forward; bracing his two hands
against the wall,  and spreading his feet even further  apart.

I  continued to have those weird feelings about Jordan, forgetting that John
Henry  was even in the same room with us. Allowing the water from the overhead
nozzles  to roll down into Jordan's ass crack, seemed to massage the soreness
away, at  least for the time being, as he continued to emit the quiet moans
and groans of  a man in some form of  passion.

Kneeling down behind him, I used one of my hands to reach between his legs;
grasping, rather gingerly his scrotum and massaging the two meaty orbs. With
my  other hand, I applied a mild amount of pressure on the crack of his butt
exposing this pucker hole once again. For whatever reason, good or bad, I moved
 my face right up in between the slave's two meaty globes and placed my mouth
 right onto his  pucker.

For  an eternity, or what seemed like one, I tongued outside and inside of
Jordan's  ass, while the water continued to bath us both in a warm sensual
manner.   The slave's hips bucked and swayed slowly, almost as if they were moving
to the  rhythm of some piece of  music.

My  nipple rings didn't hurt, the hose up my cock seemed non-existent as now
the  fingers up my own ass brought me even closer to my own personal reality.
John  Henry's actions behind me, coincided with the action I was playing out
on  Jordan's ass. I should have known that John Henry was not going to pass up
an  opportunity to demonstrate some mild form of supremacy over another male's
body,  but I really didn't mind it at all. This truly was the first time that
I felt  free to act as I wanted to, needed to and desired to. It was a
lesson, brought  on by my own personal demands; it was, `a lesson in time' for
which, just this  once, I was happy  about.

It  wasn't long before our frenzy came to an end, as we three stood around
shaking  off the drops of water from our bodies; lucky for us, that Doc took
this time to  appear in the outer portion of the shower and toilet  area.

"It  looks like all three of you have gotten yourselves all cleaned and
properly  shaved for the remainder of the day", Doc said, as if having not the
faintest  clue that we'd just had an intimate time amongst the three of us. "Let'
s get  each other dried off real good, so we can get things moving along. It
won't be  much longer before your evening meal is  ready."

The  three of us busied ourselves by carefully drying one another's body. In
my  moment of `freedom', I'd forgotten about the hand mitts, until Doc gave
them to  Jordan, telling him to put them back onto me. Jordan's slow movement
to accept  the mitts seemed almost  deliberate.

I had closed my eyes, knowing that if I didn't that I'd probably would have
seen  at least one of the slaves with a less than jubilant expression. The
faint click  of the two locks, allowed me to re-open my eyes to discover that Doc
was now  holding an even larger butt plug.

This plug  he handed to John Henry, but did mention that perhaps the slave
should consider  using copious amounts of lubricant prior to inserting it up my
ass. From his  pocket, Doc handed John Henry a tube of grease which the slave
quickly slopped  all over this ominous looking object; as Jordan eased me to
the floor and  positioned me so that I'd receive the butt plug in a proper
position, one which  I hoped would allow me not to suffer to  badly.

As  Jordan guided my forehead to the floor, he could detect the look of
terror on my  face, so he gently ran his hands through my hair as John Henry began
to insert  the `demon'.

Why I allowed this to even happen, I don't know. I could have stopped this
sadistic fantasy of Doc's had I honestly wanted to. I could feel my body
stretching, yearning to break away from this invader, but I remained in place
until my yelling and screaming had subsided and my eyes had no more tears to
surrender.

It fucking plug felt like it weighed four or five pounds, at least; but I
managed to get up onto my knees and look up at Doc; as if not wanting him to
think I was some kind of pansy ass, spoiled rich kid from the  city.

"Excellent Kevin, you took it like a slave should have taken it, but you've
forgotten a couple of things", Doc said with a  smile.

I  knelt there, thinking what it was that I'd forgotten but came up  clueless.

"All slaves, when they kneel such as you are, are required what placement of
their hands?" he asked in such a way as sound more like a teacher than a
master.

Instantly I put my mitted hands atop my head, pushed my chest out and sucked
in  what stomach I could; receiving a congratulatory remark from  Doc.

"One  more and your through Kevin. Think  hard."

Time  momentarily stood still; I couldn't think of what he was expecting me
to do. I  looked to my left and noticed that both of the slaves were now
kneeling and  positioned as I was, but I was still  clueless.

Then out of no where I said, "Sir, thank you Sir". That brought another
smile  and remark from Doc, which pleased me as  well.

Doc  made a rather vulgar comment about my piss dribbling on the floor and
quickly  bent the protruding tip of the catheter over on itself and slide a tiny
clamp  over it; thus cutting off anymore mess on the floor. Jordan quickly
crawled over  and licked the floor clean; apparently knowing that my piss would
have brought  out another rule  infraction.

Through the open door way came the housekeeper and the Housemaster; bringing
us  what I assumed was our evening meal. Nothing like last night, I assure
you. No  cookout, cold beverage and no  conversations.

"Before everyone gets all excited about dinner, I believe there is the small
matter of a punishment due.  I don't want to ruin my dinner thinking about
having to punish a slave afterward, so let's just settle up right now and then
everyone can have a good meal and retire to their own rooms for the night",
Doc  said as if he'd made this same speech a thousand times  before.

The  look from Doc was all I needed to see; to know that he had me in mind
for my  first taste of a punishment. The Housemaster came forward and brought me
into  the adjoining room; while the two slaves followed behind Doc and the
housekeeper, who apparently was keen on watching me feel pain since she didn't
get total satisfaction from  before.

I  was draped over what was known as a punishment horse and the two slaves
were  made to fasten my limbs to the corresponding steel rings near the bottom
of each  of the legs.

Flabbergasted to say the least, when the housekeeper was told that she could
arrange my appendage; which meant that she came up from behind me and by
reaching between my outstretched legs was able to make sure that my bound balls,
and now, limp cock were properly placed so that they could be seen from
behind.

I was more than  humiliated by her actions, not understanding why Doc would
allow a female to  touch me in such a way; but now, thinking back to my own
situation at home, I'm  certain that both mom and my sister had probably handled
MoMo's cock and balls  too, but not perhaps for the same reason or same
situation.

I  was unable to hear much, probably because what was being said was done in
a  whisper; but I did see Doc pass in front of me, making his way over to one
of  the many cabinets which hung menacingly from the  wall.

Moments later, Doc began to address the small gathering; much like one would
do  perhaps at a meeting among new acquaintances. Listening to Doc speak, I
was glad  that I couldn't see what he was  describing.

"This is a little something I picked up when I visited Central America
earlier  in the year. As you can probably tell, this instrument is an exact replica
of  what some of the indigenous people use there to bring a swift death to an
animal  which they've been hunting. In our case, all except for the onset of
killing a  slave, it is designed with the intention of inflicting uncertain
pain and  discomfort to a slave. Each of these twelve darts has been dipped in
separate  solutions. Each solution can and will produce a different reaction and
sensation  to the  slave."

Just  hearing the words `death' and `darts', sent a spine tingling bolt of
fear  running through my  body.

"What  we, you, can expect to witness here today might just enforce the true
sense of  slavery into your mind forever. None of the darts, needles actually,
are  identical. Each has their own purpose. There are differing degrees of
discomfort  and pain in each dart. Some will cause immediate pain, while perhaps
another  will encourage the slave to become erect. One might inflict a
sensation of  `burning' while yet another one might just be the small feeling of
the needle  stick. But at least this particular slave has the advantage, upper
hand if you  will. As you can see, he has consented to wearing a most beautiful
butt plug. I  intend to use the base of the plug as my target area. However,
should any of the  little darts miss the rubber plug it will most assuredly
enter into the slave's  smooth and beautiful buttocks or other exposed areas of
the body. The slave,  this time, can only hope that I've practiced enough so
that all twelve of the  miniature darts hit the base of the butt plug, and if I
was to miss, then the  slave can hold out hope that the dart which finds his
flesh... is among the one or  two which have not been tainted with sensory
changing  drugs."

I  wanted to scream out and put a stop to this madness, but before I could;
the  Housemaster moved in and fixed a rather ominous ball gag into my mouth.
Moments  later, the two slaves were in front of me, each of them trying to sooth
away my  fears by massaging and kneading my shoulders and back. I had no frig'
n idea what  to expect from this point on, as the room was totally  silent.

"You  two slaves best step aside now, as should I be such a bad marksman you
wouldn't  want to be the recipient of a dart", Doc said in a stoic tone of
voice.

Each  of the slaves left me. Each of them also ran their hands over my butt
and  twisted my butt plug, as they returned to the safety of standing behind
Doc,  close to the two  employees.

Instantly, yet not painfully, I felt the first needle stick into my left
cheek.  It felt no worse, if that, of getting a needle in a doctor's  office.

Moments later, the sensation of warmth began to flood my body followed by a
burning sensation; much like one you might feel when you got stung by a
jellyfish. The needle had done its job, as the pain began to transfer itself  into
my entire cheek. I could feel my forehead began to break out into a profuse
sweat, just before the second needle found its mark on my other  cheek.

There  was no burning sensation accompanying the needle. Instead, there was
only the  intense desire to scratch a persistent itch. The itchy feeling
radiated down my  right leg, which was beginning to drive me  crazy.

I  don't know if Doc was waiting for the two sensations to leave me or what;
but  nonetheless I didn't feel another dart/needle for awhile. Maybe Doc was
just  waiting a prescribed amount of time before he sent another dart to
flight.

"As  you can see, the slave has been rather fortunate this afternoon. I've
managed to  hit the target with the last three darts. The only drawback to this
game is that  none of us know if any of the three darts contained any
altering medications."  Doc said, followed by a diabolical burst of laughter. "At
least our slave is  getting a taste of the `real life' and I'm certain he will
be able to condense  his thoughts and feelings to words for his reports. Can
you just imagine how  well his senior college year is going to be, having first
hand knowledge of the  slave training business? Some of those rich college
boys have their own slaves'  right there with them in school, so perhaps Master
Kevin will be able to impart  his learned knowledge and experience to his
fellow  classmates."

Another dart hit my butt, this time sending my senses into overload; as my
heart  raced uncontrollably. I could feel my heart's rapid acceleration as it
pounded  against my chest wall as I lay over the top of the  horse.

Following immediately behind the last dart, another dart found its mark on my
 right upper leg. Even if this latest dart had been doped, with all the other
 sensations coursing through my body I'd most likely not discern what its
intention was. My entire upper body was now awash with perspiration as I awaited
 the next dart, but once again there was a lull in the  torment.

"Only two darts remaining", said Doc, now with a sense of sadness in his
voice.

I  knew, even if everyone else didn't, that Doc had to know which darts
contained  what. He's not the sort of man that would randomly inflict pain on
another human  without knowing what to  expect.

I'm  not sure what exactly happened after the last two darts found their
marks. They  both came one right after the other. The first of the darts,
purposely aimed,  found the soft tissue on the underside of my cock, while the last
remaining dart  pierced the taut flesh of my right nut. I fainted from the pain,
unaware of  anything until I  awoke.

By  the time I regain my functions, I was already off of the table and was
now  kneeling on the hard floor, with both of my arms held firm bound out to my
sides; with my ankles kept apart by some form of metal bar. I had a raging
headache and my mouth was parched. With my head simply hanging down past my
shoulders, my eyes focused on the only other thing there, my cock. The hose was
once more attached to a plastic collection bag, nearly full and I could see
that  my cock had apparently suffered little or no damage from the  dart.

I  flexed my butt muscles, to detect the presence of the butt plug; only to
find  out, sadly, that it was still embedded up my ass.

For the  strangest of unknown reasons, the thumping sensations of my headache
seemed to  transmit themselves down to my newly pierced tits, causing them to
emit a  discomforting  feeling.

The  room was so quiet; one could have heard a dust ball moving. As my eyes
began to  focus more clearly, I slowly raised my head to see the two slaves
kneeling  against the wall. Other than the two slaves, the room was void of
habitation.

Once the slaves realized that I was back to `normal, they both eagerly
approached me. The first thing they did was to afford me a bottle of nice cool
water.

John  Henry instantly began making excuses for Doc's behavior, to which I'll
never  understand; while Jordan brought over my, now cold, dinner. It wasn't
much, but  my stomach was making those funny growling sounds, so any food was
much  appreciated.

While  Jordan forked the food up to my mouth, John Henry began to wipe my
back and butt  down with a soft cloth which, by the smell, had been soaked in
some form of  antiseptic  solution.

What little John Henry spoke of, made me feel a lot more at ease with my
current  situation. The gist of it all was that after I finished my meal, the
three of us  would be allowed to retire to my room for the remainder of the night
and would  not be  interrupted.

I had finished eating, and the front of my body was receiving a decent rub
down  from the cloth, when Doc entered the room. He seemed happy and content,
although  only for himself, as he  approached.

"I was worried that you'd not wake up for quite some time Kevin", he said
with a  faint hint of remorse (an act); "I'm sure by now that one of the boys
has filled  you in. At least now, you've learned that a slave has no control
over what his  master, owner or lease holder can legally do with or to him. I'm
hopefully that  your session has not left distaste towards me, the staff or
the two slaves. It  was only something, that you stated, that you wanted to
experience. There was,  nor is there, any simple way to demonstrate such without
inflicting even the  mildest form of pain such as you  experienced."

Not wanting to add any negative feelings towards Doc, I simply agreed with
him  and thanked him for his concern and  `kindness'.

The slaves began to release my arms, as Doc explained the reason for my being
 kept kneeling; to which I could almost  believe.

While still kneeling, Doc removed the leather bindings which had for the
better  part of the day, kept my balls trapped deep within the lower region of my
scrotum. I could feel the blood starting to move freely, which felt rather
nice.

Now  with my ankles free to move about, the slaves eased my body down so that
I was  lying flat on the floor; while Doc left momentarily, returning with a
syringe.  Attaching the syringe to the catheter, he extracted the water from
inside the  small retention balloon; followed by a rather speedy extraction of
the rubber  hose. Feeling the hose slide out of my cock; sent a rush of sexual
adrenalin  racing through my  dick.

Jordan  was given the task of disposing of the collection bag and used
catheter; while  Doc examined my dick and balls, checking for any  damage.

"Tomorrow, Kevin, might I suggest that you use the morning hours to complete
any  work which your company requires of you and then perhaps after lunch we
can take  you on a more extensive tour of some of our other buildings. Most, I'
m sure,  will demonstrate the high quality of training our slaves receive
here. Without  the training, we could never qualify a slave to bring in our
required fees for  the leases."

"Thank you Sir, that's most kind of you. And thanks for the use of the
slaves as  well Sir. They've both been most helpful Sir", I said; trying my best
to sound  forthright and  dignified.

"You are most welcome Kevin. When you communicate with your company please
pass  along my best regards to your father for me, won't  you."

"Yes  Sir, that won't be a problem Sir, as I'm sure my father will be most
anxious to  get my report of the weekends  activities."

Doc just smiled and walked out of the room, as the slaves helped to get me up
 onto my feet. They had to hold me firmly, while my legs got there sense of
balance back; and then the three of us headed upstairs, the two slaves
following  behind me as if admitting that I had now returned to being a  master.

Arriving in my room, I was surprised to see that the bed had been turned
down, a  tray containing coffee and pastries sitting along side and most odd of
all,  there was a small pile of clothes on the  bed.

I began  looking at the clothes, which were nothing more than a crisp pair of
pink  shorts, a skimpy pair of pink low cut undies and a pink tank top. I had
no idea  why they were there, perhaps someone may have anticipated that I
might enjoy  remaining a slave for yet another day; but I handed the clothes to
John Henry  and he swiftly placed them in the  dresser.

"Perhaps Sir would desire us to remove his plug and then follow up with a
nice  warm bubble bath before retiring?" John Henry asked, waiting my  response.

"Thanks, thanks very much. Yes, I'd like that. I think I' d enjoy it after
the  day I've  had."

Jordan  was summoned to start the bath water and by the time I got there, I
had realized  just how silly my last remark must have sounded. Of course I had
a tough day,  but don't these slaves have days worse than mine, every day of
the  week.

"Since  the tub is big enough to have a party in, why don't you two guys
join me. We can  relax together and talk. We'd get to know each other better that
way, and I'm  sure it's been a long time since Jordan has had the company of
another for so  long."

Jordan quietly walked out of the room but returned with the tray of coffee
and  pastry; there was a hint of a smile, finally, on his face.

As I  started to kneel down so that my plug could be removed, I smiled at the
two  slaves, saying "I guess we can all share the one cup that they left for
me, and  then too, we probably can share more than just the coffee, if you
guys want  to."

To Be Continued...
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