Date: Sun, 21 Jan 2007 16:25:35 EST
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: a lesson in time part 19

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A Lesson In  Time, Chapter  Nineteen


I woke up feeling very much alone. My feelings didn't betray me, as indeed I
was  the sole occupant of the room. The drapes were still closed, but yet I
could see  a razor thin margin of sunlight trying to  invade.

My  throat seemed sore, if not raw; from yesterday's lessons and my nipples
weren't  feeling much better. The only thing noticeably different was that my
ass was  final my own and that I wasn't sharing it with some latex  object.

Running my hands under my arms, down my chest and over my cock and balls;
assured me that yesterday was not just a dream. My skin felt smooth and soft,
just like it was before I entered puberty; which in all honesty, felt  good.

I got  up from the bed and tossed the drapes back; allowing a flood of
sunlight filter  into my room. I could tell, by the sun, that it wasn't early.

Shuffling  off to the bathroom, I immediately started the shower, allowing it
to warm up  while I relieved myself of a night's worth of  piss.

As I  washed myself, I kept looking over at the tub, where just last night,
the world  seemed to be non-existent. I smiled, thinking about being able to
get Jordan to  finally smile and laugh. I remembered the slave's euphoric
emotions as he began  speaking freely, for the first time in over a year. The warm
embrace between him  and John Henry was only over shadowed by the affection
exchanged between him and  me.

I didn't  even take the time to dry off after stepping from the shower, but
went  immediately to the sink where I shaved my face; looking at my hairless
chest and  ringed nipples for the first time,  alone.

Returning to my room, I was displeased to see the housekeeper making up my
bed;  as if she couldn't wait to see me naked one last time. I made a hasty
retreat  back into the bathroom and wrapped myself with a towel.

The old hag  was still meddling in my room, wiping of the desk and
re-arranging my notes and  other items that I'd left lying about. I went to the closet
and pulled out a  shirt and a pair of cotton casual pants, setting them on the
bed. I could see  the housekeeper looking at me from the corner of her eye as
I went to the  dresser to obtain a fresh pair of socks and clean  undies.

Astonished, was exactly what I was, when I discovered that my undies, socks
and  other smaller items had all been removed from the dresser; leaving only
the pink  colored clothes. My temper began to fume, as I turned to see the
housekeeper  putting the clothes, I'd just laid on the bed, back on hangers in the
closet.

She  could see the red in my face, along with my clinched fists and began
speaking  before I could get the first word out of my  mouth.

"The  boys thought that perhaps you'd like to spend the morning hours in
shorts and  tank top since you weren't going to be going out amongst the others.
The clothes  are quite comfortable and I'm sure that you'd probably enjoy the
freedom they  provide around the house  Sir."

"The  slaves have no right in `thinking' what they might feel I'd prefer to
wear. Have  the slaves brought to me immediately!" I shouted in a furious
voice.

"I'm  sorry Sir, but they've been gone for hours now. They both have daily
assignments  away from the house which they must do. I'm sure Sir, that they
only had your  best interest at heart Sir. Please don't take your anger out on
them  needlessly", the hag said sounding as if my outburst was uncalled  for.

I was  still upset, but my fury was subsiding rapidly. "Well, I'll still
need to speak  to them later then. I suppose I could wear these clothes around
the house, at  least until I'm ready to go up to the  barns."

"Very well Sir", she replied. "I'll make something for you to eat for
breakfast  now Sir. I shouldn't be long, and I'm assuming that Sir would prefer to
eat in  his room?"

I  affirmed her thoughts, as she quickly exited my room. I immediately turned
on  the computer, entered the password Ms. Mudfart had given me and while the
PC was  doing its thing, I went to  dress.

I  found the undies rather soft; sensual in a way. I suppose it was simply
for the  fact that the fabric didn't have hair to come in contact with that made
them  feel the way they  did.

The  shorts were quite `short'. They had slits up each leg, almost to the
waistband,  allowing my thighs free range of motion without hindrance. They felt
like silk  against my nude legs, which was another erotic emotion which I had
to  experience.

The tank top was, I thought, much too tight against my body. I moved over to
the  mirror to look at myself, when I discovered that the shirt had two small
horizontal slits in it. I couldn't, for the life of me, figure out why a
shirt  would have such slits, just beneath my nipples until I started to adjust
it. It  became clear that the slits were for made just for the convenience of
having  one's nipple rings placed through them. I quickly, gently, eased the
rings  through the two openings and then stood tall before the mirror. I was
amazed at  just how good I looked in the tank top, as the two rings glimmered in
the  prevailing sunlight. My firm gut made me look even sexier than I thought I
 looked; but perhaps it was the fit or the pink color of the tank top that
made  my features stand out with such  prominence.

"You've got mail", comes the electronic voice from the computer and I
quickly  went to see who'd sent me mail. I was actually excited just to see my dad'
s  company homepage on the computer, not to mention that I had email. It was
the  first time that I'd seen the web site, and I just knew that I would have
to look  at it all before the week was up. I clicked on the mail icon and sure
enough  there was a message from Ms. Mudfart. It even looked as if she'd sent
it on  company stationary, which I took to mean that it was `official'
company  stuff.

TO: Kevin Latimore, Intern
From: Eustace Mudfart,  Director of Education
Subject: Compilation and Transmitting of  Assignments

Dear Mr. Latimore,
Due to the complexity of your  assignment, we have decided and agreed upon
the purchase of a personal laptop  computer (Model S4781) for your internship.
You are hereby authorized to, by  whatever mode of transportation available,
proceed to the nearest Comp Worldwide  store and pick up the above mentioned
computer for company use, only. Your  purchase order number is 10529. Should you
encounter a problem with any store  personnel, please have them contact me
direct.

The entire amount of  your notes shall be directed to the section entitled
Travel, which in turn will  be capable of reaching my office and that of the
company's President and CEO. We  expect a rather detailed report from your most
recent visit to Windy Hills  first, followed by the time spent at your current
assigned location. Use of the  computer should allow a more timely response
from you and allow us to further  our communications with you as well.

Upon updating your notes, you  should strive to send in a daily report of all
your activities and observations;  do not feel the weight of the notes as to
their importance, but rather send in  even the most trivial of information and
allow our team of analyst to determine  their worth and importance. Feel free
to impart to us, your thoughts on what  you've seen and heard; as they too,
are important in assessing the needs of our  countries indenturement programs.

Should there be any questions  please feel free to contact me.

Sincerely,
Ms. Eustace Mudfart,  ACCP

I read  the email one more time, making a mental note of the type of laptop I
was to  pickup and also memorizing the purchase order number. I had then
decided to take  a `tour' of the web page but my time was temporarily cut short
by the arrival of  my  breakfast.

"Master Kevin looks nice in his shorts and shirts", the housekeeper said
smiling; as she placed the tray of food down on the edge of the desk.

"Thanks,  they are rather comfortable too", I said; trying not to sound as
if I didn't  appreciate her comment or the fact that she'd brought my meal up
to the  room.

I  started to eat, right there at the desk; as the housekeeper went into the
bathroom and tidied  up.

Eating  and clicking my way through the web site seemed like a natural start
for today  since John Henry wasn't around and who knows where Doc had gone off
too. And  since the housekeeper just left the room, I felt free to do as I cho
se to  do.

I read  everything on dad's web site that I could and then decided to click
on the one  tab that must have been set up and designed by Mr. Alderton, as the
tab said  "training and  inductions".

Sadly, the instant I clicked the tab, a pop up appeared informing me that I
needed to enter my access code in order to proceed. Disheartened for sure,
that  I couldn't finish what I'd started but apparently what was hiding behind
the tab  must have been something designed with only the serious slave owner or
leaser in  mind.

Pushing the food tray aside, I got up to go brush my teeth and comb my hair;
when my cellphone rang. I'd forgotten all about the phone, the need to call
mom  and everything else after  yesterday.

"Hello Kevin, Ms. Mudfart  here."

"Good  morning ma'am." I  replied.

"I  just noticed that you were online and at the company website. Did you
read and  understand the email I sent to you?" she  asked.

"Yes  ma'am. I understood it very well ma'am and I'm planning on getting my
notes  ready so that when I pick up the laptop, I'll have them all ready to
enter for  you ma'am. I really do appreciate the machine and I'm sure that it
will be of a  huge benefit for the entire  company."

"Yes Kevin, I'm sure you're right, but just remember that whatever you email
us  will also go directly to your father's computer here and at home. Try and
keep  everything company related, if you know what I mean. I'd hate to hear
or read  where you've entered something on a more `personal level', one that
you'd  probably not want certain people to see and  read."

"Yes  ma'am. Thank you very much for your advice. I'll make sure that I
email nothing  but my notes on my daily activities", I  responded.

"Oh and Kevin, before I forget, your access code is  `slave2'.

Although I thought the code was rather strange, I kept my comment to myself
and  thanked her for giving it to  me.

Ms.  Mudfart continued speaking, telling me of some minor changes in my next
stop,  which was to be all the way down in Austin Texas. I hadn't paid any
attention to  my free hand, until I discovered that I had snaked it down my
shorts, beneath  the waistband of my undies and was running my hand over my
hairless pubic area;  while my cock began to erect. I still found myself amazed at
how nice it felt,  relating it to how it must also feel to John Henry and
Jordan. It was only  another minute, before our conversation concluded and I set the
phone down and  strode off towards the  bathroom.

I  took time, to look out the window which allowed an unencumbered view of
the many  slave barns; only noting one or two employees walking around, several
slaves in  tow and three or four carts being pulled by the pony slaves. The
day looked so  inviting that I had wished that I was outdoors instead of
confined to my room,  getting my notes in  order.

Since  there was no sign of either of the slaves, who I pined for, I decided I
'd best  get to my work. I fumbled through my briefcase for all my notes of
Windy Hills,  and began forming them into a narrative and descriptive array of
my daily  activities and observations. I placed a great deal of prominence on
the manner  in which men like Mr. Trumbull and his staff treated the newly
inducted and  enslaved males and females. I saw no need to mention, especially to
Ms. Mudfart,  my two sessions on the  milker.

I  proceeded to include my notes and thoughts on my time here, not that I'd
seen  much; but I was better able to compare the two slave centers as far as
the  preparation and initial treatment of new slaves. I made sure to mention
that I  thought my current observations seemed to favor Arkansas as compared to
Connecticut; but I had more days here and didn't lay it on to  heavy.

I  wasn't sure of the time, but knew just by the position of the sun, that it
must  be very close to just past the noon hour and I wanted to get outside.
Right  before I logged off, after sending my report, something told me to click
on that  one foreboding tab at the top of the  page.

No  sooner had I entered my password, the page popped up on the screen and it
even  had a soft musical background. There were tabs for men, women, boys and
girls;  along with tabs for training techniques and reader submissions.
Another tab  would take me to `implements of instruction'. There was even a
section on dad's  new SIMS machine. I think what got me most, for the little that I'
d browsed  through, was the one link which took me to the `order form'. It
was so  non-descript, but the thought that someone could actually enter in a
slave's  number from the previous screens and have that slave `sent' to them,
seemed  rather gross. I guess with the thousands of slaves in the country now,
referring  to them by number is probably the most efficient way to work within
the system.

I vowed to  return to the computer later on, probably after supper; but for
now I needed to  get out of the room and see what I could discover, as I had
several things my  dad had required of me for this one particular stop.

I forgot  about looking for my sneakers, but I did feel the need to remove
the tray from  the room; which just maybe might get me a few points to the good
with the  housekeeper.

With tray  in hand, I ventured down the stairs; hearing voices become louder
with each  step. At the bottom of the stairs, I turned towards the direction
of the voices.  Without a doubt, one voice belonged to a woman and I was almost
positive that  the other voice was that of  Shaun.

I  walked towards the room where the voices emanated from, to discover a
slave  kneeling just inside the doorway. He was naked except for one small cloth
hanging down in front of his cock. The slave's face was, at first, only
vaguely  familiar; but as I looked from him towards the two voices his face turned
into a  vivid nightmare. The slave was the one from dad's office... the one that
was  ordered to masturbate me in front of the crowd of potential buyers of
our SIMS  machines. The female voice belonged to his master; who by all my
recollections  was related to Shaun and she worked for the State of Arkansas Slave
Enforcement  Unit. Before I could wheel myself into an about face, Shaun
greeted me rather  warmly, and invited me in.

I tried to  explain that I was on my way to the kitchen with the tray of
dishes when the  lady spoke. "Nonsense, what kind of tom foolery is going on here.
A slave never  offers an explanation or an excuse unless asked for one. Come
here boy and let  me have a look at  you."

Shaun  explained to her that I wasn't a slave, but had somehow found myself
wearing the  pink of a newly indentured pleasure slave. There was a slight look
of `evil' on  his face, which I tried to put out of my mind.

"I've seen  this boy before Shaun. I know I have. I can't put my finger on
it, but I know  he's a slave. Who are you trying to kid here anyway!" the lady
belted  out.

Shaun  tried to explain to her, that I was just an intern working for my
father; but  she still seemed bound and determined to defy his words.

"Set that  tray down boy and come over here. I want to see more of  you."

Slowly, I walked over to a small table and placed the tray on it and turned
towards the lady and Shaun. There was no reason why I couldn't speak on my own
 behalf, but I didn't want to antagonize her any more than she already seemed
to  be.

When she  told me to `strip off' I stood there in a trance, hoping that
Shaun would run  interference for me; but he didn't.

"Ma'am, I'm  not a slave ma'am. What Shaun has mentioned is the truth. I'm
here only as part  of my internship for my fathers company. I'm only wearing
these clothes as they  were readily available in my room this morning and I had
no plans of going out,  so I simply put them  on."

There  was a palpable  silence.

"I'll be the judge of that", she said; "Now `strip off'.

Her eyes  were glued to my two nipple rings as I maneuvered them back beneath
the tank  top. As I pulled the shirt over my head, she immediately went for
my nipple  rings; twisting and turning them, sending wave after wave of pain
through my  body.

"Shaun, I don't know what's going on here, but no intern I've ever seen has
 gotten his nipples ringed and his chest hairs shaved off. Now one last time
`boy', I'm not going to tell you again `strip  off'.

She  released her grip on my nipple rings, noting that I had suffered some
form of  humiliation from her. She quickly ran one of her hands under my arm and
made  another remark about the lack of armpit  hair.

I  eased my shorts down, letting them come to rest around my ankles. Then
unceremoniously I slid my undies down, allowing both her and Shaun a fresh look
at my denuded pubic  area.

With a  look of astonishment on his face, Shaun offered up, "Honest sis, the
last thing  I knew was that Kevin was just an intern. I'd seen him out at the
pool on  Saturday, but he had a whole body full of hair. I didn't see him
yesterday  afternoon and I can't vouch for any of this  crap."

"Well  there have obviously been some changes since you saw him last Shaun.
Even I can  see that. I'm still not convinced that he's an intern though. And
I won't be  convinced until I have him inspected and examined. If the two
owners were home,  I'm sure they could clarify all of this, but as an officer of
the State, I can't  allow this to proceed as it has. Just look at the defiant
way the slave is  standing. He's not even showing the faintest amount of
respect for a free  person. Bend him over for me, quickly; and I'll just see what we
have  here".

Shaun  came up and manhandled me, in such a way that I was bent almost in
two. My head  was down near the zipper on his pants; while the lady pried my butt
cheeks  apart.

"I've  seen enough for now Shaun. The slave's ass has been worked over quite
abit. I  know of no intern that would allow his rectum to get in that
condition. Take  this slave up to your induction building and I'll get my bag from
the car and  meet you up  there."

I  turned to look at Shaun, who had a bewildered look on his face; apparently
now  knowing that his silence and lack of determination had gotten me to this
 point.

"Fido, help Master Shaun get this slave up to the barn!" barked the  lady.

Before  I could express my displeasure with these actions, Fido had pulled my
clothes  away and was guiding me, by my cock, out of the house, past the
Housemaster and  the  housekeeper.

Every few paces, Shaun would turn around to look at me but he remained
silent.  Several of the pony carts stopped to watch, as did some of the slaves
moving  about the grounds who were in march  step.

Once  inside the building, Shaun directed Fido to get me up onto one of the
examination tables. My heart was racing and I blurted out words in random
order  towards Shaun, who seemed indifferent to them.

One thing,  probably the only thing, that I could think of; was that Shaun
was the younger  brother to the lady and that all during his youth, his sister
was the more  dominate one of the two. It was obvious that Shaun had never
rebuked her while  they were growing up; which was the total opposite of my family
 life.

With  ease, Fido picked me up and let me fall onto the cold steel table. He
then  proceeded to bind my wrists to it followed by the application of the
thick  leather band across my  forehead.

Shaun came forward, towering over me like a giant of a man; with nothing more
 than a blank stare on his ashen colored  face.

My  ankles were placed in stirrups and held firm by more leather, while Shaun
 tightened two leather straps across my  torso.

"Good, very good Fido, now go sit" came the feminine voice of his master.

The next  thing I know is that the woman is standing between my legs,
flopping my cock  around like it was some kind of toy. "Do you remember Shaun all the
times I used  to do this very same thing to you when you were a kid? Remember
how you kept  begging me to stop. Remember how you always got hard and shot a
nice hot load of  manseed for  me."

There  was no denying the fact that my own cock was beginning to erect, as
she now  began to stroke it up and down; her silky hands and fingers bringing
back faded  memories of the few hand jobs the girls had given me in  college.

"Somewhere, someone had to do an initial inspection of this slave, so I'm
going  to go right to the next inspection, the one for novice pleasure boys; and
then  we'll see and be able to determine how far this boy has been able to
cope with  his life of sexual gratification. He should be lucky, I guess, that
he was  dressed in pink. At least now I know that he's a fag and likes dick. I
don't  suppose it would even benefit me to see if he's learned how to satisfy
a woman  with his  tongue."

Shaun kept silent, almost motionless, as the lady laid out the items in her
bag  on to a hospital type  tray.

The  first thing she did was to inspect my mouth, commenting that she saw a
good deal  of inflammation in the lining of my throat. "I guess they had him
sucking cock  for hours yesterday because the slave's throat appears to be red
and even raw in  a few places. But at least he has decent teeth, so his owner
won't have to spend  money on that part of  him."

Then  my nose and ears received a cursory inspection before the lady began to
once  again manipulate my sore nipples. "Surely, who ever ringed this slave'
s nipples  should have inserted a thicker and larger diameter ring. Perhaps
when I'm  finished with his exam, I'll note the changes that the slave needs in
order to  be in compliance with Arkansas laws. Even the lowest pervert sex
slave has more  rings than this; why they didn't ring his nose I'll never
understand."

All I got out of my mouth was "Ma'am please...", before the bitch backhanded
my  face.

"Shaun plug this pussyboys mouth. Insolent little  shit!"

Moments later, Shaun was shoving a rather huge, black, rubber cock into my
mouth; forcing me to breathe only through my  nose.

"I  guess this pussy would rather have a real cock to suck on instead of a
rubber  one", the lady said rather prudishly.

Knowing  that the woman was nothing more than a man hating sadist, I could
only imagine  that pain was still to  come.

"Look  at that will ya. One small disciplinary slap to the face and the
slaves little  dickie went limp. But I guess that's a good thing for now, because I'
ll just go  ahead and check out his ability to expand and  endure."

There was only a brief pause, before she began speaking again. "Do you
remember  Shaun when I used to see how much your own dick would expand before you
begged  me to stop? Remember all the things I'd find around the house and stick
up your  boy dick? I'll never forget the time when I stuck one of dad's
office pens into  your pee hole. You screamed for half an hour before I took it
out. That was so  much fun, but now they've got all these steel rods that we're
supposed to use to  inspect slave cock with. At least they are much bigger
than dad's office  pen."

I knew  the pain I felt from the rubber hose up my dick from yesterday, and I
was still  feeling it today every time I pissed; but now to actually have
steel rods  pummeled into my penis was going to be a completely different  story.

A  loud, thunderous voice echoed throughout the barn. "What the fuck is going
on  here!" It was Doc, and he wasn't happy at what he was  seeing.

Shaun immediately began to defend himself, stuttering every other  word.

His  sister `tried' to explain the situation but to no avail. Doc was pissed
and  that's all there was to it.

Doc quickly  yanked the dildo from my mouth, allowing me to suck in air at a
rapid rate; as  he continued to question the lady and berate Shaun at the same
 time.

"Shaun, you stay right here, while I personally escort this `lady' to her
car.  I'll tend to you when I get  back.

I  could see, barely, but Doc was tossing all of the lady's instruments back
into  her bag, flailing the bag then to Fido. The area went quiet for a
moment, before  Shaun appeared above me, once  again.

"Sir,  I'm sorry Sir, please forgive me. I don't know what came over me Sir.
Perhaps it  was just another opportunity for me to be with a slave Sir. I'll
do whatever is  required of me to make amends Sir. Master Doc is going to
discipline me rather  harshly for my actions and more so my inabilities to control
the situation  Sir."

I was  looking so intently at Shaun that my mind couldn't think of any
response to his  pleadings. He quickly began to release the bindings which had held
me against my  will and I was thankful to be able to once again stand on my
own two feet.

I still  hadn't spoken a word to Shaun, but I did manage to get myself
dressed by the  time Doc had  returned.

"Master Kevin, I don't know what to say, I can only promise you that such a
thing never has happened here before and it will never happen again. I hope
that  you will look upon this transgression as one which was out of my
immediate  control. I intend to have a talk with the lady's supervisor later on this
afternoon, once my nerves have settled. I'm sure that she will receive a
verbal  and physical reprimand for taking such liberties with a free man, let alone
some  one of your back  ground."

Turning to Shaun, he said "As for you, I'll tend to your discipline later
tonight; as I fear if I was to met out some action towards you now, that it
just  might be detrimental to your health and safe keeping. Just get this place
cleaned up and get ready for the slaves who should be returning  soon."

I  watched as Shaun's face turned to one of a scolded puppy. I felt as if Doc
was  quite sincere about delivering some form of punishment to Shaun for his
lack of  leadership in the absence of the two  masters.

"Come Kevin, let you and I take a ride around the farm. I've got a cart
waiting  for us if you'd like to tour more of the grounds. You might even run into
Jordan  and John Henry, the other side of the knoll. Since it is a Monday;
that means  that Jordan is supposed to be working with the horses, while John
Henry mucks  the stalls and a few other  things.

I  was anxious to find my two slave friends, so I accepted Doc's invitation
eagerly. I was befuddled by what Doc meant by Jordan `working' with the
horses,  but I knew that all good things would be revealed in the time to  come.

Our  cart was being pulled by two of the most magnificent ponies I'd ever
laid eyes  on. There was not an ounce of fat to be seen, leaving nothing but
shear masses  of muscle from head to toe. Before climbing on to the seat, Doc
suggested that I  inspect the ponies; which I found to not only excite me, but
them as well. Their  cocks sprung to full attention with just the slightest touch
and the pre cum  droplets soon followed. Their nuts were trussed like a
Thanksgiving Day turkey  which made them look even more beautiful. I could only
imagine what it would be  like to be mounted by such animals as these. Perhaps,
just maybe, before I left;  I might just be able to find out.

To Be  Continued...

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