Date: Mon, 12 Feb 2007 23:36:53 EST
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: a lesson in time part 26

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A Lesson  In Time, Chapter Twenty  Six


It almost felt like the two slaves were approaching me as if I were their
prey.  Even with only the faint lights from the house illuminating the pool area,
I  could easily see the two slaves begin to expand the distance between
themselves;  which put them on either side of  me.

I  propped my arms up, on the edge of the pool; stretching my legs forward
and  spreading them, as if I was inviting them to wade in between. I even went
so far  as to rest my head on the edge, my eyes now gazing towards the heavenly
 stars.

The  feeling of freedom between my legs was astonishing. Even with my balls
still  tightly wrapped and a catheter in cock, the buoyancy of the water
allowed me to  relish in the  gentleness.

"Master Kevin", John Henry quietly said; "Please forgive me if I've ruined
your  experience. It's just that Doc gave me so rather sad news and I
apparently  couldn't handle it, like I was supposed  to."

"What  news?" I asked in a voice of  concern.

"Well Sir, there is much you haven't been told about me, but I guess that
since  you are an understanding man, it won't hurt to  explain."

"Continue, please", I  replied.

The  next thing I know, John Henry is going all the way back, in his life, to
where  his father had manipulated and tricked him into a life of slavery. It
became  quite obvious that John Henry was once, what they used to call a `
closet gay'.

As John  Henry talked, Jordan began to avail himself of my flesh; running his
hands up  and down my body, which only fueled my desire to have sex.

The  combination of the warm water and Jordan's finger toying with my balls
and cock  continued while John Henry spoke to me of the `financial'
stipulations on his  contract.

I  knew that he was saving the worst, for last. It seems that his Master, who
I'd  not met yet, was attempting to find a suitable arrangement for John
Henry. With  his contract drawing to an end, and with his master contractually
bound to  divest himself of this slave; left John Henry in one hell of a  mess.

Over  the last two years, much had changed in the world; especially when it
comes to  the proper transmittal of ownership of a slave. The more I listened
the more I  knew that I just had to get a hold of the contract which John Henry
was  currently indebted with. There was just something about his story that I
either  didn't understand or that he was just not telling  me.

I guess,  in the slave business, that there are just some things that one
doesn't discuss  with just anyone. I'd never told any slave, here, of my family
connection with  my job; and I could only assume that Doc hadn't mentioned it
to any of the  slaves either. I didn't feel the need or desire to expose that
part of my life;  as I didn't want any preferential treatment, especially now
that I've allowed  myself to live the  life.

As  John Henry spoke, I tried to relate his family situation to my own. It
seems  that his parents were and still are, very much involved in the business
of slave  indenturement, training and placement; particularly his  father.

Since the slave's master had not been able to come to any acceptable
arrangements, it was becoming clear that John Henry was destined to be returned  to
his father; which could and most likely mean that he'd be sold to some
demented bastard in a foreign country. From what John Henry had told me about  his
father, I'd be scared to death too return there myself.

There were  several reasons, I feel, that contributed to the unsuccessful
trip of his  master.

First, and probably the biggest; John Henry wanted his master to find a
placement whereby he and Jordan could live together. Without me knowing what the
financial arrangements were, I couldn't begin to realize how difficult it was.
 All I knew, was what I'd learned in school and the little bit I gleaned from
 work; and that was telling me that any slave worth his weight, normally went
 somewhere in the six figure range. Not even my father would contemplate
buying a  slave contract whereby it was a `take it or leave it' arrangement; such
as John  Henry had outlined for me.

The slave's  mother, since her divorce, had already acquired a sizeable
wealth and had  managed to obtain several household slaves of her own. The two male
slaves had  been neutered to reduce all chances of having a sexual encounter
with the female  attendant. According to what I'd just been told; if John
Henry went to live at  home, he too would have to be castrated. Thankfully, his
master declined the  money; which left few options to  explore.

Another option which was explored was the man that wanted John Henry as his
personal servant when the slave had been given a choice. His name was Paul,
who  had a `thing' for John Henry; and who even allowed John Henry to use the
pool  slave for a quick blowjob. This man, Paul, could not presently afford the
 purchase of Jordan too; as he'd just set out on his own and didn't have the
 space nor money for two  slaves.

One  option, which John Henry's master pursued, was the New England
Acquisition  Service. It is nothing more than a clearing house for slaves. It kind of
works  like an auction house, but the main difference was that all the slaves
were  there on a consignment basis. There is an agreed upon amount, which the
slave  owner needs; and any monies over and above that amount went to the
auction  house. There was never any guarantee that a slave would end up with a good
 master, or nice living  conditions.

I felt as if the biggest problem for John Henry was that he hadn't had any
contact with his parents nor this Paul fella in two years, and their callous
response to taking his contract over seemed to have worried him the most. I'm
pretty sure, by listening to him speak, that John Henry would have loved to
have  been sent to live with Paul. There was only a minimal amount of concern
about  his mother and definitely none for his father.

I also  learned that John Henry's parents, both of them, and this Paul guy
were all  planning on paying the slave a visit this coming weekend; a weekend
which I  wouldn't be here to observe the family interacting.

John Henry  wasn't excited nor happy upon learning of their visit; which
probably only came  about from the visit paid to them by the slave's master. I
could tell by the  change in the slave's voice, that he still held a great deal
of contempt for his  father and an unsurpassable amount of displeasure towards
his mother. But, when  he spoke of this Paul fella, he seemed to brighten up a
bit, as if saying, `what  if', `just what  if'.

Jordan  seemed to be resigned to simply administering to my flesh as John
Henry kept  speaking; but I had to pee and I didn't want to interrupt either of
the  slaves.

I  took my hand and placed it on Jordan's neck, coaxing him forward towards
my  cock. Jordan looked up at me one final time, understanding my needs; as his
head  went below the surface of the water and quickly released the clamp with
his  teeth and subsequently swallowing my freeman's piss. Thankfully my urine
stream  was fast and furious; otherwise Jordan would have had to come up for
air.

Moments  later, the Housemaster came out and informed the two slaves that it
was time for  them to get upstairs and prepare my room for my night of sleep.
I was saddened,  that John Henry's version of his personal plight had to be
interrupted. I  watched the two slaves shake the water from their bodies and
make a quick dash  for the kitchen  door.

"Sorry  Kevin, if I've interrupted something, but we do our best to keep all
of the  slaves on some kind of schedule around here, in order that they get
enough rest.  It's a good lesson for all slave owners and holders to go by. We
just think of  it as a `lesson in time', so to speak", he said without as
much as a smile.  "Most likely you could use a good night's sleep after the day
you've  had".

Having  long since lost all thoughts of modesty, I climbed from the pool. My
heavier  nipple rings seemed to tug on my flesh, probably due to the sudden
change in  buoyancy and the temperature change. My nuts were struggling to draw
up into my  body but since they were captive beneath the narrow strand of
rope, it was a  near  impossibility.

I shook most uncontrollable, but it helped to plane some of the water from my
 body; but I quickly began shaking my arms and legs to hasten the process.
All  the while, the Housemaster kept a keen eye on my groin  area.

"Best  I clamp off your plumbing Kevin, lest we want to hear the housekeeper
throwing  herself into a rage when urine droplets hit her clean floors", and
without  waiting for my reply, he quickly re-attached the small clamp, followed
by a  hasty and unnecessary shake of my  dick.

The  lights in the kitchen were bright, as we entered from the darkness. The
housekeeper was standing alongside the stove, with her eyes glued to my naked
 form. It was almost as if she'd wanted to accost me or something, by the way
she  was looking.

"Would Kevin like something warm to drink at bedtime?" she politely  asked.

"Why  thank you for asking ma'am. That would be nice. I haven't had my cup
of nightly  hot chocolate since I've been on the road, and if it isn't to much
 trouble.."

She cut me off in mid sentence saying, "No trouble at all Kevin. I'll bring
it  up shortly." She smiled and went to the cupboard to retrieve the cocoa
mix.

Leaving  the two employees in the kitchen I sauntered upstairs to my room, my
horse tail  swishing back and forth with every  step.

As  soon as I opened the door, I heard the sound of the two slaves emanating
from  the bathroom. But my eyes made contact with Doc, who was seated at the
desk,  staring at the screensaver on the  computer.

"Sounds as if the boys have your bath all ready for you Kevin", Doc
remarked, as  he turned to face me. "I must say to you, that you look magnificent with
your  cuffs and things in place. I think the cock ring exudes a sense of
submission on  your hairless body, which really contributes to the whole  picture."

I  stood there, speechless, looking down my own torso. I could see where Doc
came  up with his comments. If it hadn't been from my nuts being wrapped up
the way  they were I would almost have to agree with  him.

Finally  I managed to squeak out a faint `thanks', before moving over
towards the  bathroom.

"Kevin, just one last thing", Doc said as he came up to me; "Tomorrow John
Henry's master is returning and that'll mean that you most likely won't have
to  much time to spend with the slave, unless his master deems it so. I know I
told  you that he'd be away on business for the week, but certain things have
come up  and he feels the need to be here with his slave to help smooth
certain things  out."

"Yes,  thank you for that information. I'll use tomorrow to get my notes in
order and  sent off to the office, if that's okay. Besides, I think I may just
discover  that a day of rest will be most beneficial after all that I've been
through  today", I replied in  kind.

"Well,  not that I'm agreeing with you Kevin, because one day does not make
a diligent  and well behaved slave. But at least you've gotten your feet wet
so to speak.  I've looked at some of the raw footage that Nathan is working on
down in the  basement and I was surprised to see how far you went with one of
our  stallions."

A surge of shock darted quickly through my body upon hearing that Doc had
already seen some of the films. "Well, it wasn't as if I wanted to take the
cock  in my mouth. I think it had something to do with that last bottle of liquid
that  I sucked down. I'd be interested in knowing what exactly it was that I
swallowed."

"Tomorrow perhaps I can give you a few samples and their formulas", Doc
laughingly responded. "But I think we'd best get you into a nice warm tub and
let the slaves get you all clean inside and out. Oh, by the way, do you want to
 leave the catheter in or should I get my things and take it out. I don't
suppose  you want to keep your butt plug in any longer, or do  you?"

I  didn't respond to Doc's questions, but rather felt the need to soak in
the tub.

The slaves  quickly fell silent, as I entered the bathroom along with Doc. I
paused; bent  forward and grabbed the edge of the tub, allowing Jordan to ease
my butt plug  free. I watched as he placed the plug on the ledge just in
front of my face. It  was the first time that my mind focused on the actual size
of it, noting as well  the length and texture of the tail piece. Then John
Henry came forward with an  odd looking piece of metal, which he used to remove my
steel cuffs.

The water  was just the perfect temperature to relax in. I noticed that the
two slaves had  somehow worked themselves out of the doldrums and had a more
pleasant look on  their faces, which put me more at ease. They allowed me to
soak, while they  listened to Doc speaking to each of them individually. I tried
not to pay much  attention to what was  said.

I  reached for my cock, lifting it from the water and began recounting the
moment  that the catheter had been inserted. It seemed that I was getting a much
fuller  respect for slave owners, the more I thought of just how the catheter
was used  towards its intended purpose.

My balls  felt strangely inadequate, being still bound tight. Without any
special need or  reason, I carefully searched for and found the end of the cord
and freed my  testicles; laying the rope alongside the butt plug. I slowly
massaged some life  back into my nuts, while watching the color fade from the
bluish purple to  reddish pink. I was beginning to feel like a free man once more;
but there was  still the small matter of why had I enjoyed surviving a day as
a  slave.

I  turned my head towards the three males, noticing that Doc had set out the
shaving cream and several disposable razors. From beneath the sink, Doc
removed  one of those over night urine collection bags and left it lay on the
counter  top.

My  hands moved up to my nipple rings, and for the life of me, I couldn't
remember  having the larger ones put in place of the smaller ones. Just flipping
the rings  back and forth, up and down; caused my cock to stir ever so
slightly.

Running a  hand over my head reminded me that I'd also had my locks removed
earlier as  well. It must have been the liquid they gave me to drink; as surely
I'd never  voluntarily allow my head to be clipped in such a  way.

Jordan  reached into the tub and removed my cock ring, which allowed even
more relief,  and then he began to slide the bar of slave soap over my arms and
shoulders. The  smooth texture of the soap, combined with the warm water
allowed me to close my  eyes and absorb the attention I was getting from the  slave.

Funny  how a person gets used to using a particular brand of soap and the way
it  smells; but with slave soap it is a different story. There's just no
scent what  so ever.

John Henry began washing my legs and feet; spending an extra amount of time
trying to loosen the embedded dirt from the bottoms of each of my feet. All I
wanted to do, and did, was to close my eyes again and relish the fact that I
was  being tended to by two slaves; two excellent  slaves.

I  allowed myself to drift back in time, to when our two slaves back home
used to  bath me when I was little. Then there wasn't any shame in being naked in
front  of a slave or even a female slave; but now that I'd grown up to be a
productive  male in society, one just doesn't go around naked all the time in
front of the  opposite sex, regardless if she's a slave or  not.

I can  feel their hands and the soft wash clothes covering my body like a
well  maintained machine. I never once thought that such a bath was anything more
than  their job. MoMo and JoJo sure had done a lot for me over the years, and
it's  only now that I'm coming to understand it all. How sad of me to `assume
' so  much, yet understand so  little.

I  felt honored and privileged to have spent the day as a slave, and perhaps
there  was just a twinge in my soul that wanted to have the added day.

The shrill  of the housekeeper's voice caused me to relinquish the past and
return to the  here and now as she said, "Here is Master Kevin's hot
chocolate; as he  requested."

As my head turned towards the voice, to her; I noticed that Doc was absent
from  the bathroom. She smiled, handed John Henry another one of those funny
bottles  and simply stood there statuesque.

The slave  held the nipple up to my mouth and without even thinking I
immediately began to  suck the contents of the bottle into my stomach. "Excellent
cocoa ma'am" I said  with a great deal of delight. "It tastes just like my hot
chocolate at  home."

She  remained silent and still, as I returned to the bottle which John Henry
continued to hold for me. Jordan began massaging my shoulders as if I were in
a  massage parlor. His kneading of my muscles began to really remove any
trace of  tension which had  remained.

Slowly I let my head go back to the wall, keeping my eyes closed and savoring
my  favorite nighttime beverage. The warm drink caused me to think of my
family and  more so, my sister. The many nights she and I would have our cocoa in
my bedroom  and talk about so many things, including boys and girl stuff.
There was a light  moment in my heart, just thinking about all the boys that she
used to ask me  about; most of which were in my gym class, and most if not all I
'd seen naked in  the shower room five days a  week.

Within  a minute or two, the housekeeper raised her voice to the two slaves;
chastising  them for doing an inadequate job. I opened my eyes the moment I
heard a cupboard  door slam  shut.

Speaking to Jordan in a rather harsh tone she said, "Move, you lazy slave.
Haven't you learned yet how to properly clean another slave. It's not like
your  bathing a  freeman."

I  wanted to, and almost did, come to Jordan's aid; but the housekeeper moved
to  fast for me to even begin to think  straight.

Before I knew what was happening, she had shown what looked like a bristle
brush; as she dragged the bar of soap over it. Without as much as saying
another  word, she went right to work scrubbing my back with a great deal of
vitality.

"Stand up"  she said; to which I complied without even a whimper of distain.
The brush  scoured each of my ass cheeks before coursing down the backs of my
 legs.

"Turn"  she bellowed; and again I turned, facing her and allowing my cock
and balls to  be within a foot of her face as she sat on the edge of the  tub.

No, she  didn't save my cock and balls for last. Starting at my ankles and
working her  way up, she maintain a constant rhythm until she reached my collar
bone. The  brush had done it's intended purpose. My skin was clean and even
pink. My  nipples hurt more than the rest of me, to which I attributed to my
recent  piercings.

"Turn and bend", came her next instruction and I complied. The brush was
brutally forced between my ass cheeks; finding my sore pucker as its targeted
area. I guess I should be thankful that she didn't dawdle to  long.

"Now  that's how a slave is to be cleaned in my house", she yelled; as if
she was in  total control over  everything.

"Mind if I ask just what in the hell is going on in here?" Bellowed Doc,
apparently caught off guard by his housekeepers actions and verbal abuse; as he
returned from another part of the  house.

"I  was just demonstrating for the umpteenth time, how a male slave is to be
properly bathed", replied the  housekeeper.

"Who said that master Kevin was a slave in the first place?", came the
response.

This was becoming all to confusing for me. Just before coming upstairs the
lady  was nice to me, treated me like a free man, and now she was talking to me
and  treating me as if I was a  slave.

The  only thing, that I noticed... or at least I thought I noticed was a small
subtle  wink from the housekeeper towards and directed at Doc. Even that
should have set  off bells and whistles in my thought process, but I failed to put
it together;  at least for  now.

Speaking to the two slaves, Doc said, "Finish up with Kevin and let's get
him  into bed for the  night."

"And  don't forget to finish your hot chocolate young man", the housekeeper
said as  she brushed passed Doc on her way out of the  bathroom.

I  felt compelled to sit back down in the tub in order to finish my bottle of
 cocoa.  This time Jordan held the bottle for me as I greedily tried to
empty the drink before it turned stone cold. It seemed odd, at first, but I  found
myself finally starting to relax, the more I drank, the more I allowed
myself to think not only of days past, or today, but of the days ahead. I could
visualize myself owning or at the very least, controlling a slave or  slaves.

So  much has happened to me lately and it had all come barreling at me like a
 runaway freight train. I thought of how my notes, in the future, would be
composed prior to me sending them off to Mrs. Mudfart. I knew that they had to
objective, and I had to concern myself with the things my father needed me to
 observe and note as well. But now, having seen a lot I feel like I truly can
be  objective towards the slave industry in our great  country.

"Kevin, are you okay?" came Doc's  voice.

I had  apparently drifted off, into a dream state while the nipple was still
in my  mouth. "Oh damn, I must have dozed off Sir, I'm sorry", was all I
could think of  to say.

"That's alright, but I'd suggest that before your skin starts looking like a
 Danish prune, that you stand up and let the boys rinse you off and finish
with  you. You look like you could use a good nights sleep."

I stood up  and John Henry pushed the lever, allowing the large tub to begin
draining.  Jordan lifted the shower head from its holder and began to rinse me
off, from  head to toe.

"Since you  probably don't want to greet John Henry's master tomorrow with a
body covered in  stubble, I've set out a few razors and shaving cream for the
boys to get you all  cleaned up nice and proper", Doc said as if he expected
me to simply agree with  his  assumption.

"When you get to your bed, I'll tend to that old catheter too. I wouldn't
want  it to fester up any infection inside of your  manhood."

"Thanks Doc, that's very kind of you Sir. I hadn't give thought to
infections in  my penis", I  replied.

As  Doc turned to leave, I got extremely light headed; which I attributed to
being  tired and just a little  hungry.

"Easy Sir", whispered John Henry. "You wouldn't want to fall down in the
tub and  crack your head  open."

"We'll be quick about your shave Sir", promised Jordan; and both slaves
quickly  and professionally removed all the stubble, while making sure I didn't
tumble.

One  final rinse and I was then put on my hands and knees in the tub. "Don't
want to  forget Sir's enema, now do we?" said a rather excited  Jordan.

As  Jordan filled my ass with water, John Henry had reached over and had
taken my  butt plug in hand. "Best I get this all cleaned up in case you want to
sleep  with it Sir", he said  quietly.

I  held the water as long as I could and then made a rather clumsy dash for
the  toilet. I almost fell asleep on the seat, but Jordan kept me awake,
speaking  words that made no sense to me what so ever. I wasn't even aware that he'
d  unclamped my catheter so my bladder could  drain.

"I  don't think you'll need another filling Sir", exclaimed Jordan, as he
carefully  raised me up just enough so that he could use some tissue on my  ass.

When I  stood straight up, my head began to spin. Both of the slaves had to
help me into  the bedroom. Jordan brought along my cuffs and John Henry held
tight to the tail  of my butt plug, as it swung back and forth in his free  hand.

I  almost felt like I was drunk and my mind wasn't able to comprehend too
much. I  did notice though that the linen on my bed had been replaced by
something that  looked like a huge black, rubber sheet. Even the pillows had been
replaced with  smaller ones, which mirrored the  sheet.

As  the slaves turned me around so that I could sit on the bed, Doc came back
in the  bedroom. He was carrying a tray similar to the ones that I saw in the
downstairs  treatment  room.

Following him was Nathan. It took me a minute or two to realize that while I
was  in the bathtub; Nathan had been busy setting up a couple of his  cameras.

I  had a notion that something was amiss; but I couldn't figure out the exact
 nature of my feelings. All I could see were the two naked slaves and that
was  more than enough to excite my own  desires.

I  was eased back and then helped to lie flat, on my back. The rubber sheet
felt  strange against my flesh, but in some crazy way it also made me feel a
little  sensuous.

The two slaves quickly began to massage my flesh with very delicate oil,
scented  with what I perceived to be a mixture of mint and coconut oil. I could
see the  look of happiness in the slave's faces, which made me feel happy and
secure.

The  sheer fact that I was still able to enjoy a slave in my current state
was  amazing. While Jordan was working the oil into the flesh of my balls, they
began  to `tingle', which sent those ominous feelings of sexual happiness to
the head  of my cock.

"Kevin, OH Kevin", Doc spoke rather loudly. "So what is your answer going to
 be?"

I  hadn't the faintest idea, or the foggiest clue as to what Doc was
referring  to.

I turned  my head towards his voice and noticed him standing right next to
the bed. I  smiled and opened my mouth but no words came  out.

I felt  stupid all of a sudden for not hearing the question, and not wanting
Doc to  think that I wasn't paying him his due respect; I simply answered him
with "Oh  yes, I'd like that very much. I think I'd like that a lot."

To Be  Continued...