Date: Mon, 5 Feb 2007 20:34:28 EST
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: a lesson in time part 24

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A Lesson In Time, Chapter  Twenty Four


I was pleased that Jordan helped me clean the carriage.  It wasn't as easy a
job as it looked; probably just because Jordan, I think,  wanted my work to
have a lasting impression on the two masters. Even the spokes  on the wheels
shone brightly after we were  finished.
I discovered, rather by accident, that if I kept myself busy that I  wouldn't
feel the discomfort from the butt plug as much; but there were a few  times
that, when I did feel it, that I believed that I was starting to get used  to
the feeling and once or twice even felt a bit of `excitement' from it. Life
as a slave seemed to have nearly as many positive experiences as it did the not
 so positive.
Getting the horses back to the barn seemed rather easy but in reality the
procedure to get these beasts of burden to follow commands initially appeared to
 be fruitless. Eventually, though, all the horses were brought down to the
barn  and fastened via their halters to the hitching  rails.
One by one, Jordan and I began to brush them; removing any and all  evidence
of a day's collection of dust and or dirt. There was just something  about
these animals that seemed to attract me to them; the more I worked around  them.
Their gentle nature, their apparent submission to humans and even their
general odor seemed to obliterate any and all feelings of fear from my  brain.
Jordan was so considerate of my  novice approach to the task, that he simply
allowed me to do the brushing my own  way; but after the first horse he showed
me a better and more efficient way to  perform the task.
We were still ahead of schedule and none of the pony slaves had yet to
arrive.  It became apparent that  Jordan had been either given  instructions, or
just from past experience knew what to do with the extra  time.
"Sir, if you don't mind me speaking, I'd just like to say once again how
brave you are for trying to understand what some of the slaves go through",
Jordan quietly said, after he came up beside me. "This evening and probably
tonight will be more than I think Sir bargained for. Sir does know that since he
has decided to live life as a pussyslave that his body will belong to those
around him. They will have much to say and do, once they've been fed, not to
mention what they might be allowed to do even before  that."
"Thank you Jordan", I replied. "It is nice of  you to make such a bold
statement. However, you do realize that at you  insistence to speak I could very
easily have you punished. But, that's not what  I'm all about. I'd rather see
that ALL slaves are treated equally and fairly and  that's one reason why I'm
interning this summer. I hope to gain enough knowledge  and information over
the next eight weeks so that someday, somehow, I can effect  any changes that
might need to be made in the `system'. Now, please if you will,  led me to the
next assignment."
Without saying a word, Jordan clipped a leash to my collar  and led me
towards the barn. On seeing that he had stopped at the entry way, I  knew that he
was merely waiting for me to kneel on hands and knees; and I did so  without
hesitation.
Once down in this position, Jordan came along side of me and  reached beneath
me. He quickly clamped the catheter  off.
As he started a forward motion, I noticed that Nathan, the camera man,  was
there; with camera running.
I wasn't the least bit surprised that Jordan did not  take me into the shower
stall; but I was perplexed as to his next  activity.
He led me into one of the last stalls, in the row which kept the pony  slaves
safe at night; and had me kneel upright in the center of the small space.  It
was rather pleasant, `if' pleasant is the right word to use; as the thick
bed  of straw seemed to cushion my knees from the floor  beneath.
Using the steel cuffs, on my limbs, Jordan quickly  and effortless had me
chained overhead and my ankles and knees pulled a  respectable distance beyond `
normal'. After leaving me in solitude for a minute,  Jordan returned and placed
a wide  elastic band over my eyes; leaving me not only in total darkness but
in a state  of suspense, filled with anxiety as well.
I could sense that Nathan was now quite close to me, just from the  rustling
sound made with the straw. I could also hear voices; which seemed to me  to
belong to Doc, Shaun and John Henry.
As their voices got louder on one side, I began to hear the sounds of the
pony slaves pulling their wagons up to the opposite side of the barn. Then came
the sound of the water flowing freely in the shower  stall.
The touch and feel of a hand on my shoulder, as another hand brushed  through
the soft remnants of a once full head of hair. "Jordan tells me  that you've
performed well today Kevin. I'm glad to see that you haven't decided  to
withdraw from your desires and needs. It would be such a pity to see a young
energetic person such as you fail in your quest for knowledge. I'm certain that
the rest of your day will provide you with enough personal satisfaction from
which even a person such as yourself will find most enlightening." Doc said in
 one of his `fatherly' voices.
"Thank you Sir", I replied;  knowing that Doc would have expected me to
answer  him.
"Tonight, I have to go into the clinic to check up on a couple of my new
patients, so I won't be able to attend your first night in the pony barn; but  I'
m leaving Jordan and John Henry with you throughout the night to ensure
nothing to dastardly happens to you and with you."
There was a multitude of laughter emitting from the shower stall and some
rather loud words; until Doc seemed to become annoyed with  it.
"Perhaps we should have your pink ribbon removed and then after you're
cleaned up, maybe the ponies would like to get your nuts and cock all tied back
up nice an pretty like." Doc said in what sounded like a normal tone of  voice.
I didn't respond to Doc's last couple of comments and that seemed to be  the
right course of action on my part. "I'll leave you now, but perhaps I might
be back in time to come over and see how you're doing before I myself go to
bed.  Don't worry about the blindfold portion in tonight's training. It's all
just  part of what a new pussyslave goes through during his first week or two
here."
A hush fell over the pony barn, almost as if everyone had simply
disappeared, until the sound of a zipper was heard right in front of my face.  The velvet
texture of the male penis pressed against my lips. I accepted the  cock with
no doubt in my own mind that perhaps I'd be sucking a number of them  before
being permitted to sleep.
The cock penetrating beyond my lips seemed to be thicker than it was  long;
which thankfully meant that my gag reflexes wouldn't be tested. The wirery
bush of pubic hairs made contact with my face as I continued to work my tongue
on all sides of the fleshy muscle invading my oral cavity. The hands of he man
getting his dick sucked, grabbed my two ears as if they were some kind of `
joy  stick' used to play a video game. Not only was he pulling me forward by my
ears,  he was also twisting and pulling on them which oddly enough was almost
sensual  in itself.
Moments after I'd swallowed the sizeable load of sperm, thinking that
perhaps it was one of the pony slaves who made the deposit; my limbs were  released
from their bindings. Before I had the opportunity to place my hands  properly
behind my head,  my entire  body was lifted off the ground by my arms and
legs.
Hanging there between the slaves holding me aloft, someone roughly  grabbed
by balls and stripped the pink ribbon away; allowing my testicles to  have a
sense of freedom as they hung downward between my outstretched legs. I  wondered
if Shaun was still present, just because I felt that it was his dick  that I
had already sucked on, and I almost felt as if it was him who had removed  the
ribbon.
The slaves took me across the center of the barn, over to the shower  stall
and in one constant motion, had me inverted and hanging by my ankles. I  had
expected to feel the warm water hitting my skin, but instead I felt someone
take hold of my own cock. The next surprise to befall me was the sensation
running through my cock as my piss began to pour out of the catheter and onto my
body, flowing directly towards my head.
"The bitch slave will get lots more before the sun rises in the east",
commented one of the slaves.
"The pussyslave will get a lot more than hot piss", laughed  another.
The laughter from the slaves seemed to bounce off of the tile floor and
walls as someone took a firm grip on my butt plug and yanked it right out. I
yelped and thrashed around like a catfish out of water. It only took a few
seconds before fingers, lots and lots of fingers, began pulling at my swollen  ass
lips.
"Just be mindful of the slave's nipple rings. Sure wouldn't want the  master
to get upset with any of you", Shaun's voice reverberated over the dying
laughter. "Have fun, and play nice, and I'll probably be back later on to make
sure that things haven't progressed to badly for the  pussyslave".
That said, Shaun departed and wasn't to be heard again until the wee  hours
of the next morning.
My balls were being squeezed at the same time some of the slaves were
draining their piss onto my body. I could only imagine that having a new `play  thing
' meant that I was in for a long night.
The water began to flow, rinsing the stench of piss down the drain. I  could
only assume that the slave who had hauled the water wagon and perhaps the
slave who normally pulled the carriage, were the ones assigned to scrub me down.
No where, was a single word heard from John Henry or Jordan. It almost seemed
as  if they'd vanished into thin air.
There was a moment of fear, when I dwelled on being here without them. I
understood Doc to have said that they would stay the night; but perhaps that was
said solely to benefit my fears of being left alone with these heathens and
convicted felons.
I was still being scrubbed when tepid water began filling my bowels.  There
was simply no practical way that I would be able to retain the enema  water.
The water that was in my ass simply regurgitated itself and flowed down  the
front side and back side of my body; giving who ever was doing the scrubbing  a
lot more added work.
The slaves continued to rant and rave. Each one seemed to be attempting  to
tell the others the things or thing that he had anticipated doing with  me.  If
it had been any different  situation, I could have compared it to `locker
room sex chat'; but unfortunately  I had no way of knowing what was real and what
were pure fantasies in their  warped minds.
"Step aside and let this black stallion through", barked the one slave.  "
Time to get our pussy all nice and ready for a fun filled  evening".
The next thing I experienced were his rough hands around my cock and  balls
as he begun to wrap my balls again; but this time with something other  than
the soft ribbon. He even bound them tighter, which in that `special' way  made
me feel sorta good all over.
"Five apiece" called out yet another slave; as my ass instantly felt the
sting of what I later learned to have come from a riding crop. All I could do
was scream and try to twist myself away from these sadists. Each of my efforts
was futile, as one after another blow landed on my body.
More than one time, the crop landed on my balls, sending me into  convulsions
as spit and bile flowed freely from my mouth. There was no way of me  knowing
just how many hits I suffered, but my body was telling me that it was  more
than any man should be subjected to. I could feel my skin begin to welt up,  as
my nerve endings seemed to send messages of heat and pain to my brain. I  hadn
't realized that they hadn't hit my cock, thankfully; but they did manage to
 land several strokes to my `fleshy' anal opening.
As they began to lower me towards the floor, I heard one of them say..."
Might just get a chance to warm the bitch up some more later on. His feet look
like they might take to a good thrashing."
I was lifted from the floor and carried a good distance to another area  of
the barn and then I felt the hardened texture of wood against my chest and
abdomen; as they flipped me over and began trussing my body to what I surmised
was the `mounting bench'. My knees and lower legs were left resting on some
kind  of platform, thus leaving the soles of my feet exposed. My forehead was
resting  on the wood as well, as even my head was fastened to the  bench.
"Let's just leave the cunt like this while we eat supper and then if you
want ... whoever wants to fuck it can and then we can move on to something more
enjoyable and entertaining", came the voice of the black pony slave. "Sure is
nice having us a new white bitch toy to play with. Just wished we had more
just  like this cutie pie."
The sounds seemed to dissipate, but one soft voice whispered in my ear,  "You'
re doing great, just don't get yourself all worked up over nothing". The
voice belonged to John Henry. "I've been through a lot worse than you ever
will,  and if I can take it, so can you... Sir".
John Henry's words had no effect on me. The pain was real, as was  everything
else going on. "Sir, I'm right here with you Sir", came faint words  from
Jordan. "I'm eating right here next  to you Sir... and I won't leave you Sir".
Time passed slowly, as I suppose everyone was stuffing their faces. At  least
I knew, and could begin to smell the presence of Jordan somewhere  close to
my head.
A deadly blow to my butt sent me straining against the bindings which  held
me firm against the mounting bench. The realization that they were about to
begin once again, struck my brain like a hammer to an anvil. "More spankings
ahead if you don't behave nice for all of us", thundered a slave's  voice.
I felt a glob of spit land on my ass and then without ceremony, one of  the
slave's drove his cock deep into my ass. My screams reduced themselves to  mere
whimpers and the cock continued to pound my ass. I could feel the slave's
pubic bush every time he pressed completely inside of me. I actually began to
feel like a slave, the moment that I realized that these slaves, were still
males, and like all males need sexual release other than the standard
masturbatory methods. I had agreed to all of this, and I positioned my brain to  focus
on the task at hand and those which might lay  ahead.
I felt the slave's fingers digging deep into my flesh, as his moans began  to
crescendo. His final thrust sent manseed deep down my intestinal tract. I
could even feel the droplets of perspiration falling from his body as he
remained motionless, hovered above me.
"Stop making like you love the bitch and move your sorry ass, you dumb
fucking slave", yelled one of the other slaves. "There are some of us needing to
plow us a virgin pussyslave and we ain't go time to stand around while you
fucking think you're in love again."
The cock wilted and became only a memory, as another slave began to lay a
multitude of hard smacks on my already tender flesh. "Nothing like warming up a
pussy before ya fuck it, that's my rule. Best thing ever invented if you ask
me  is a cute butt like this here one." Over and over again the slave poured
out a  nearly unbearable spanking on my ass, but he and everyone else seemed to
find  joy in my pleading and begging. I once more found solace in the fact
that when  my little `experiment' was over that I could return to being the
free man that I  was.
"Thanks for the grease job, man. Least I don't have to use spit to fuck  the
bitch". The slave's cock eased into my ass, while I re-visited myself
sitting atop `616' the very first time I ever had something penetrate me. It  felt
good. The slaves cock was rather long and the head of his cock seemed to
explore regions of my innards that no other dick had ever  reached.
Words flowed from the slave's mouth, as if he was talking to his  girlfriend.
They were all words of passion, which seemed odd in a place like  this. His
need to fuck slowly caused me to continue having fantasies of my own.  I began
to see myself in his place, as a free man, fucking my own slave.
I knew that I could show compassion as well as the next guy and I began  to
create, in my mind, the who and when of acquiring a slave to call my own. Not
that I could ever be so rude and crude to my slave, but at least if I had a
decently trained sex slave then I could extinguish each and every craving for
release any time, and just about any place I wanted  to.
I must have been so deep in thought, that I never felt or even realized  that
the slave had deposited his seed; at least not until I felt him extract his
still hard cock from my gapping ass.
The next slave to avail himself of my ass didn't have fucking as his main
objective. "My brother used to do this to me when I was little, and I did it to
my son too" the slave said as I felt several of his fingers darting in and
out  of my ass.
"Let's see just how much of a pussyslave this boy really is", he gloated  as
another finger joined those already toying with my  hole.
The articles I had read in college must have been factual. This slave's
entire family sounded as if incest was a mainstay of daily life amongst  them.
The in and out movements of the fingers ceased; only to be followed by a
constant pressure against my ass. "Thank goodness I ain't gotta break the bitch
in. I might hurt the poor thing to much", he  laughed.
"Now we'll see, we'll just see how much of me he can take." The whole  barn
went quiet, even the nasal sounds from the horses seemed to fall silent. I
could feel someone's hand rubbing up and down on my right arm, as if trying to
sooth away any and all fear that might just be building up inside of  me.
The entrance to my guts was completely blocked off by the slave's hand. I
could feel my muscles trying to accommodate his hand, as I tried to breathe; to
control my own discomforts.
The slave began to twist and turn his hand as he kept a steady pressure
against my ass. I could feel my hole slowly opening up to accept its destiny. I
inhaled and then exhaled all the air in my lungs, which seemed to be the
precise  moment that the thick of his hand passed through into the cavernous sperm
laden  darkness of my gut.
There was laughter and applause, as I screamed. "Now fuck the bitch!"
shouted a slave. "Fuck him like you mean to fuck him" shouted  another.
I could feel myself falling in and out of consciousness as the slave's  hand
began to progress further into my entrails. Then the back and forth motion
began, as if indeed he was fucking me. I could feel his fingers flickering
around, making contact with the inner lining of my  intestine.
`MORE, MORE, MORE!" came the chorus from the  slaves.
I knew, I just knew that this was going to be a turning point, not to
mention a `high  point' of the night. I didn't think that anything could  possibly
top this, as I felt the forearm of the man start to stretch my  sphincter
muscle further than it had been spread with my butt plug. The chanting  continued,
as the slave began to pound in and out with a majority of his  forearm; which
caused me to re-align my own breathing in order to stay  conscious.
Finally, the fist fuck seemed to come to an abrupt end, but the forearm,  or
parts there of, were still embedded inside of me. Then, the arm began to
pivot; first to the right and then back to the left. This action kept every one
of the slaves at bay; all waiting to see the `grand  finale'.
Now both of my arms were being massaged, which by now didn't really seem  to
have any effect on the current situation of my  ass.
"We ought to wheel his ass over to stall six" came a comment from one of
the slaves.
"I don't think so" said another slave in response. "We wouldn't have much
to look forward to tomorrow night if the pussyslave is still with  us".
The chorus of `More' started up again, and the slave who was attached to
the forearm up my butt seemed to sense the other slave's needs to see the show
continue.
The twisting and turning continued, but this time there was the added
pressure, as if he was trying to get more of his forearm inside. I could have  sworn
that I felt his finger tips touching the lower extremities of my rib cage;
but I'm sure that such a feeling is simply just a feeling and not a reality.
My ass was being torn apart, shredded from the outside in; as the slave
continued to press more and more of his forearm into  me.
Then, seemingly out of nowhere came what sounded like a countdown. "Five,
four, three, two, one, ELBOW!"
My screams were over shadowed by the hooting and hollering and name  calling.
My ass muscles were now in an uncontrollable spasm. It felt as if my  entire
gut was on fire.
"He ain't virgin no more fellas." Came the only words of the slave who  was
fisting me. Everyone seemed to be congratulating the slave for his  `
outstanding' performance; as I lay there in my own pool of sweat. I felt, as if  I was
near ready to vomit, but I had no way to communicate the urgency of  moment.
With the arm still firmly embedded, someone began to lash my butt and  back
with the riding crop; which only seemed to heighten my own awareness of the
situation. This was followed by what felt like drops of molten lava landing on
my back, accompanied by such words as, "I'll fuck you later bitch", "Don't
think  I'm just going to settle for jerking off on you cuntboy", and "To bad
to waste  this load of cum like this."
Moments later, the hands massaging my arms disappeared; only to be  followed
by what must have been tongues, licking cum off of my  back.
"Ok boys this part of the entertainment is over. I'll get my hand free  and
one of these other bitches can lick it clean and then me thinks stall number
three would be in order."
While the arm slowly made its way out of my ass, my mind began to ponder
what he meant by `stall number three'; as my stomach revolted against all my
desires, sending the contents of my stomach lurching back onto the wooden plank
I was attached to.