Date: Sat, 3 Feb 2007 15:23:46 EST
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: a lesson in time part 23

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A Lesson In Time,  Chapter Twenty  Three


As my eyes began to rapidly clear, it became evident that my brain wasn't
clearing as fast as my eyes. The man standing over me still remained a stranger,
 but somehow I knew that I'd seen him  before.

The  man standing off to the side of the first man also looked familiar; he's
the one  holding a video camera atop his shoulder. Then there was the younger
man, this  one naked, standing there with what looked like tears in his  eyes.

The  man dressed in jeans and black leather boots took another step towards
me and  knelt down. The next thing I know, he's taking hold of my dick and
gently  lifting it up and putting a plastic clamp over the end of the hose coming
out of  my cock.

After standing, the man said "All good sex slaves should learn to kiss the
feet  of their  master".

Without really understanding what he was talking about, I kept my kneeling
position but was soon greeted with his aluminum stick; as it sent a wave of
shock through my upper arm and it felt as if it was going to blow my fingers off
 of my hand.

"Now kiss the feet of your master, slave!" he  bellowed.

I  bent over and kissed the tops of both of his boots without any further
need for  an incentive.

"Fucking  awesome", the man with the camera said; almost to the point of
laughter.

A  rope leash, much like the ones I'd seen used with horses was attached to
my  collar and the free end was handed over to the naked man.

"I'm going  down to the stables and check on Jordan to see how he's coming
along working by  himself this morning." The man commented to both of the
others. "Which ever  pony, if any, was strapped to the mounting bench last night I'
ll bring him back  up and we'll see what we can achieve between him and this
new  slave."

Nothing more was said as the man turned and walked away. My leash turn taut
and  I was made to crawl over to what appeared to be one huge shower area. It
too,  looked  familiar.

For whatever reason, all I could actually concentrate on was the form and
beauty  of the naked man in the shower with me; as the warmth of the water
started to  fall upon my back. I honestly couldn't remember who I was or what I was
doing  here, but I reasoned my lack of memory to the bump on my forehead.

I never  gave it a thought, not the slightest bit of hesitation when all of a
sudden I  moved my mouth up and like a viper; I stuck the man's cock in my
mouth. I wasn't  even bothered by the steel ring dangling from his dick. I just
kept my lips over  my teeth while the metal passed over and onto my tongue.
Moments later, the man  stood still, as his cock flooded my mouth with his warm,
salty piss. I swallowed  it like a greedy savage, not wanting to share or
spill even the slightest  amount.

His  hands washed my head and shoulders as his cock began to harden. I needed
and  wanted him to drive his cock deep into my throat. The sheer delight, not
 forgetting the taste, seemed to heighten my desire to suck his dick until
the  man's sperm would fill my mouth and awaken my taste  buds.

Unknowingly, my hands rose from the floor and held firm to the backs of the
man's thighs as he began to fuck my face.  It didn't take him long to empty
his seed.

The man continued to scrub and wash every inch of my body, even lingering
more  at my ass; after he pulled out the black thing with some kind of tail
attached  to it. I could feel his finger or perhaps fingers, as he twisted them
around,  easily too, I might  add.

It felt strange not having my butt stuffed; and I couldn't understand why
would I have even wanted this object up inside of me, but I did. I almost
felt... well, naked without it now.

Water  from above continued to rain down, as I felt my guts begin to fill
with water  also. I looked underneath, and saw that my gut was beginning to show
signs of  distention. I wriggled my body, repositioned my knees, trying to
alleviate some  of the discomfort which was now starting to form in my stomach.

A brief  interlude was given me while my own bowels released the water. I don'
t know, nor  cared, how many times this man filled me up and then allowed me
to evacuate  myself. I was finding it, for the majority of time, to be
something strange, yet  sensual.

When my shower and cleaning were over, I was then led into another area that
somehow resembled an old fashion, demonic, chamber of horror. There were
chains  dangling from the ceiling, a wooden chair that looked foreboding, a wall
with  various implements for causing unimaginable pain and off to the far side
of the  room looked to be something resembling an examination  table.

The  man with the camera seemed to be filming not only me, but the rest of
the room  as well.  I watched as the naked man placed the black object with the
tail,  onto the table; and then he returned to  me.

I was  told to kneel upright, which I did immediately. My hands were placed
behind my  head and then they were attached to my collar.  My eyes kept moving,
like  some kind of radar; seeking to discover where I was, as it was slowly
starting  to make some sense to  me.

The way  I was kneeling, I couldn't see what, if anything was going on behind
me; but I  did hear the two men talking amongst themselves. It sounded as if
they'd known  each other for along time, just by the tone in each of their
voices.

My  knees began to hurt, as the rough floor started to dig into my flesh. I
concentrated on the table for the most part; which seemed familiar. The longer
I  looked at the table, with disregard of the voices behind me; the more my
brain  began to regain some, not all, of its  recollection.

I remembered seeing one, if not more men, on the table having various things
being done to them. Yes, I remember now! The one slave having rings pierced
through his flesh and another one getting his foreskin removed. Yes! Now what
else can I  remember?

My  memory started to flood my brain cells with total recall. I knew where I
was,  and why I was here. It sure must have been one hell of a bump, for me to
forget  so much.

Not  long afterwards, I heard the voice, which I knew belonged to Shaun. Then
I saw  all three men standing in front of me and I remembered the other names
as well.

"Get the  slave back down on all fours", Shaun said with a certain amount of
anxiety.

Before I  knew it, not only was I now back to having my hands on the floor;
but a naked  slave was in front of me. He was kneeling in the same direction as
me. His head  was on the floor, which raised his butt up almost to the same
height as my head.

Shaun more  or less pushed on my ass until my face was directly in contact
with the slave's  soft flesh. One more small push and my face was buried between
the slave's butt  cheeks. The odor was something I'd not ever smelled
before. The unsavory texture  and flavor of what I was licking off of and out of his
ass was not the faintest  bit familiar but I continued  on.

Apparently I must have `performed' satisfactorily. The slave in front of me
was  unceremoniously pulled away from my face; and as he turned to crawl
towards the  shower, I noticed that it was the young slave from yesterday that had
been  pulling the  carriage.

My  hormonal level was nearing its peak, as I looked at the slave. He, how
should I  say, ... looked delectable. His cock was rock solid, yet still able to
bounce off  of his belly with each movement of his torso. I needed to suck his
cock but  wasn't afforded the privilege; as I myself was hauled over to and up
on the  table.

My  limbs were bound in the same manner in which they'd been the first time I
was on  a table such as this, downstairs under the direction of Doc. Even my
legs were  placed in metal trays and pulled wide. Shaun had removed the butt
plug from the  table before I was hoisted up, and now my gapping hole seemed to
be sucking in  the fresh, cool morning air.

John Henry  came to my side and stroked my cheek, still with a look of
sadness on his face;  which for whatever reason, I was still unable to figure out
his personal  sadness.

If  I'd kept my eyes looking down my torso, I would have seen Shaun holding a
length  of pick ribbon. He commented, `pink always makes a pussyslave look so
much more  distinct for all to see'; as he began winding the ribbon around
the base of my  cock and balls. By the time he was finished, the ribbon had my
nuts secured in  the bottom of my scrotum and he even had them separated. "
Matches the slave's  collar, don't you think?" he questioned the man holding the
camera.

As  if I should have expected or known what was going to happen next; Shaun
appeared  hovering over me, with a look of satisfaction most apparent on his
face. "I  guess we should at least change out this sissy's tit rings for real
ones", he  said quite  sincerely.

After swabbing my nipples he pried open the first ring and in what seemed
like  one constant motion, used the thicker and larger ring to push out the
smaller  one. The stretching of my already tender nipple caused me to yelp and to
nearly  speak out. My face broke out into a cold sweat as he, Shaun, looked on
with  pride in his  task.

After  the second ring was in place, Shaun once more wiped my nipples off and
he was  finished with that part of my  experience.

"Well I suppose we ought to pack him now and get him ready for some good old
fashion exercise. Most of them city boys either don't work out or they go to
some fancy gym with their little juice and fruit bars", Shaun said almost
sounding  sarcastic.

The familiar cold and wet feeling in my ass alerted me that someone was
filling  my hole with some form of grease. "Best you take the tail off of the
slaves old  one and clip it onto his new one", Shaun said as he held the new plug
in front  of my eyes, just so I would see and know what was coming. It was by
far the  largest anal intruder I'd ever seen in my  life.

I grit  my teeth and exhaled for all I was worth as the largest part of the
plug passed  into my butt. It felt like somebody had just stuffed a watermelon
up my ass. Not  only was it uncomfortable, but it also was quite painful. I
couldn't imagine  some sex slave having to endure such a regimented program, but
since I was the  "rookie', I had to accept everyone's word as gospel.
Certainly, there was not a  man walking this earth that had a cock so big as to
warrant stretching a slave's  ass so much.

John Henry helps me off of the table and the butt plug became more evident,
as  my body tried to expel it unsuccessfully. Even the new nipple rings sent
chards  of pain into my brain cells. Along with everything else, I now needed to
pee,  which was seemingly something that none of the men or John Henry had
considered.

I was led over to two bowls on the floor. One contained water and the other
contained something that looked like brown oatmeal. It was then and only then
that I was commanded to eat. This was the first, and hopefully the last time
that I would have to eat like a common farm animal, but way back in the
recesses  of my mind, I knew that for two days; none of the free men would even
consider  allowing me a decent meal, let alone having utensils to eat  with.

I  ravenously ate the food, while the others talked and filmed my activity,
and it  always seemed that Shaun had something in mind for me. "Later, we'll
just have  to see how much the pussyslave has learned today. I think it will be
quite nice  to have him perform, up close and personal in front of the
camera."

I  didn't notice Jordan's arrival. All I cared about was why was I starting
to get  those `urges' again. I could sense that I needed sex, to fulfill
these urges but  somehow knew that the urges were just part of playing the role of
a new sex  slave. It could just be that my sexual frustrations were finally
able to be  free, but somehow I couldn't bring myself to believe that I'd
stoop so low as to  role play like this. Nonetheless, my thoughts remained fixed
on the three naked  forms in the  barn.

In a  short time, I was taken outside to witness my morning activity. There
all shiny  and bright was the carriage. It didn't take Shaun long to bind me to
the shafts.  "A new pony slave learns commands from the whip", he said. "But
since you're  really not a pony slave, I guess we could go a little easier on
 you."

After  I'd been told to open my mouth, Shaun slid a hard rubber bit in, all
the way to  the back of my jaw. It sort of felt like the corners of my mouth
were being  stretched. "Take him around and up to the main road and then back
over the knoll  and down past the work slaves and then return him to the horse
barn", Shaun said  to Jordan. I was shocked to see Jordan climb up onto the
seat of the carriage.

Nathan, the  cameraman, filmed while I was being fitted to the carriage and
for a moment or  two after Jordan cracked the whip over my head and commanding
me to  move.

It was  no easy task pulling the carriage, none at all. It might not have
been so bad if  Jordan wasn't adding weight to the load. With every step I took,
I could feel  the bit in my mouth and the reins being pulled to the right or
to the left.  Jordan managed to maintain his silence until we were out of range
of any man's  hearing.

"Slow down if you want" Jordan said. "It's not like we have a certain time
to  keep and we sure as hell ain't in a  race."

"Thanks", I replied; as the sharp sting of the carriage whip struck my  butt.

"Don't  get to carried away, and don't forget what Shaun said about being a
slave for  the next two days", came a low response from Jordan. "Just
remember the `Sir'  next time. It will do more good than harm if you remember that.
If it was  somebody but me, they'd have whipped you good and hard for being
insolent.

"Yes Sir" I responded  appropriately.

I pulled the carriage up the slow incline towards the main road, while
weaving  in and out the row of slave barns. The grass felt good on my feet, but the
crushed rock of the driveway quickly began taking its  toll.

Once I  got to the main road, Jordan had me pull the carriage out into the
road just  enough for me to be able to turn the carriage around. It seemed like
a simple  enough task to perform, but the unexpected pickup truck coming to a
halt while I  maneuvered the carriage, caught me off  guard.

The  whistles and the name calling from the truck filled with high school
boys,  seemed so humiliating until Jordan told me to pay them no mind. "It's a
normal  thing around these parts for the kids to call out names like this. They
probably  are the kids that go home after school and fuck the sheep or their
own sisters,  just to have something to  do."

What  really took the wind out of my sails, was when one of the boys seemed
to know  what the color pink signified, as he called me even more dastardly
names,  filling his sentences with innuendos. "We'll stop in after school for a
quick  `fuck and suck'. I'll bet you'd like that wouldn't you. Ain't
nothing better  than having a pussyslave to eat my ass and swallow my cum." The one
kid  hollered.

Thankfully they didn't linger, as I heard the motor rev up with tires
screeching  behind us.

By the time we'd passed Shaun's barn, I was really getting tired, but I dare
not  ask for a rest period. Once again, the only relief I received was the
soft  blades of pasture grass under my  feet.

Once  over the knoll, we stopped at the horse barn; where Jordan released the
clamp on  my catheter and I could feel the steady stream of piss splash up
from the  hardened earth, making a distinct mark on both of my legs.

Just  moments after his disappearance into the barn, Jordan returned with a
bucket  filled with water. Holding it up to my face, he allowed me to lap and
suck as  much water as I needed.

On the  other side of the barn, I saw the horses playing in one of the
smaller pastures.  They looked so peaceful and magnificent. In the distance I could
see three teams  of pony slaves pulling their wagons and way off in the
distance I could see the  water wagon heading in the direction of the worker  slaves.

I  almost felt sorry for the slave pulling the water wagon, but if my memory
served  me correctly... he chose to volunteer to become a sex slave. I knew that
not only  was he delivering water, but more importantly he was providing the
worker slaves  with a depository for their urine and more than likely a quick
blowjob while  they waited their turn at the one slave that was anchored over
a tree  stump.

Jordan reined me so that I would be able to stay mostly beneath a beautiful
canopy of trees, providing me with an abundance of shade. I never found the
carriage pulling much of a challenge until it was time to go up a hill; then is
 when my legs and feet really had to show their  worth.

One  never thinks of time, a day, or a week; once he or she is enslaved.
Today, for  me, was no different. I would not have even thought it was noon,
unless someone  had told me. Fortunately, my exercise regime returned me to the
horse barn  shortly after twelve and I was released from the carriage. My legs
burned from  the morning workout and my skin told me that I'd had enough sun for
the day.

It wasn't  long before the teams of slaves and the slave pulling the water
wagon arrived  and we all sat around with amounted to nothing more than a `
feedbag' hung from  our heads. It was filled with chopped apples and pears, nothing
else. It was the  weirdest feeling to have to actually lower my head in to
the small canvas bag  and use my teeth and lips to grab onto a piece of fruit.

I really  couldn't complain though; as the fruit seemed to give me an
appetite to continue  pulling the carriage. I would discover, in a short time,that my
carriage pulling  was over for the  day.

The  pony slaves started looking at me with more intensity than they
originally had.  Even the pony slave that pulled the water wagon seemed more
interested in me,  than I was in him.

There was  no common denominator with any of the pony slaves, except that
they all seemed  to have acquired an extraordinary amount of muscle. No two
looked alike and no  two had the same features when it came to the size of their
cocks. Besides the  young pony slave, I was the only other one who had been
shaved bare if you don't  add Jordan to the  mix.

"You  are going to make for a fine fuck tonight boy" commented the largest
of the  black  slaves.

"Guess we're going to have to draw fucking straws to see who gets him first"
,  said  another.

"Don't you slaves go talking like that!" shouted Jordan from his position by
the  barn door. "Nobody even knows if he's staying with you guys tonight. He'
s kind  of a special slave. Hard telling what the Master is going to have him
doing  tonight. And I'm sure the slave doesn't need to be tied to the
mounting bench  underneath one of the stallions  either."

To  a man they all laughed aloud. "Hard telling what might happen if'n he
gets to  sleep with us tonight", said the slave that looked more Mexican than
anything  else. "Might just be that the pussyslave will take a fancy to horse
meat. By the  looks of his fucking plug and tail, sure enough seems to me that
he likes  something big and black up his  ass."

Here  was a group of guys talking about me, as if I wasn't even there. What'
s worse is  that I was there, and they were all making plans for fucking me
and other  abdominal  things.

"Ain't often we get to see a pussyslave here in the horse barn, especially
one  that don't know how or when to pee", chimed in an older slave. "Seems a
might  sad that he's got a hose up his dick, so's he can  piss."

"Alright, that's enough you guys, and you know it. Don't go scaring the new
slave like that", young Jordan said with what just might have been a bit of
authority in his voice. "Our lunch hour is over so get yourselves back to
pulling and  hauling".

Jordan helped one of the other slaves to get the young pony slave tethered to
 his water wagon. I watched as he pulled it over the knoll towards Shaun's
barn,  thinking what depravity was to befall him in the afternoon hours. Just
watching  him, his legs digging into the earth; made me wonder if that's how
others saw me  earlier in the day. I couldn't resist thinking about how I'd
sucked and licked  his puckered asshole in the early morning  hours.

The  majority of slaves began to surround me, some with erections; which for
some  reason seemed natural. My brain must have reacted to their stiff cocks
because I  immediately sank to my knees and began sucking on them almost as if
they were  the last male cocks left on earth. There wasn't a single word said;
as I tried  my best to accommodate even the longest or thickest dick. One by
one, I drained  their manseed and they simply gave me a gentle pat on the top
of my head and  moved aside, allowing the next rigid staff to be  serviced.

I  don't know how much time had transpired, but once the last cock was
satisfied I  somehow felt alone and dejected. Jordan could only stand there watching
as I  glared up at his lithe, but muscled body. I must have given him the
impression  that I desired to suck his cock as well, and he moved right over and
offered up  his ringed cockhead for me to  suckle.

Jordan dumped his load of seed rather quickly and brought me to a standing
position. "Here, drink this. It will help wash your mouth out so your breath
doesn't smell like a sex factory", he said; handing me a bottle of water.

It wasn't  plain water which he handed me. I thought perhaps that it just
tasted strange  because it wasn't even cool or that it was supposed to be some
kind of  `flavored' water. I didn't recognize the  flavor.

"You've proven yourself to be a worthy human being master Kevin", came the
words  from Jordan. "I'm proud to be able to say that it is a pleasure having
you here  this week. I hope that you've found my service towards you
satisfactory. Not  many males would have subjected themselves to everything you have
and the day  isn't over with yet. I only hope that the Master will allow me and
John Henry to  be with you this evening and perhaps throughout the  night".

"Thank you Jordan, your words mean a great deal to me and I hope that we both
 can learn a great deal from one another in the few remaining days I have
left  here", I replied with sincerity.

"Yes master  Kevin, that would be very nice indeed. It'd be like the three
musketeers if we  could all remain together for a few more days; but now we
have to get the horses  herded back towards the barn so we can get them cleaned
up. At least we're  getting about an extra hour to get the job done. It won't
be, or shouldn't be  too bad, seeing as how it's your first time. I'll make
sure that I take you  through each step nice and  slow."

I did  everything I could to listen to every word Jordan spoke, but my mind
was  elsewhere. I couldn't stop thinking about cocks and cum. I didn't care
whose  cock it was... my brain was stuck on cock. Before I started to wobble, and
before  my brain turned to mush, I realized that there must have been
something in the  water that Jordan gave  me.

Once  again, I dropped to my knees and begged Jordan for  more.

"You'll get more cock than you ever imagined", Jordan said with a  smile.

TBC...
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