Date: Fri, 16 Feb 2007 15:26:38 EST From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com Subject: a lesson in time part 27 This story is (C)Copyright 2006, by TM. All World Wide Rights Reserved. This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without prior written permission. A Lesson In Time, Chapter Twenty Seven My brain was going in and out of consciousness, and I continued struggling against all that was good and evil; trying to understand what Doc was saying. He was now, right next to my ear, and each of his words seemed to resonate like thunder. "One last opportunity, Kevin, to call this whole thing off. You have just agreed to live out the second day of your voluntary slave training without having to pull a carriage, wagon or water cart. You have further agreed to allow yourself to be used in any way, shape or form; except that which would cause you bodily harm or permanent damage. Furthermore, you've agreed to be filmed in total; allowing us to sell the videos to whomever desires to purchase them; with 15 percent of the net profits to be deposited in to your own account." Jordan was massaging the oil onto my dick, causing me to have the vilest wants, needs and desires that I had ever imagined. I didn't want him to stop, nor did I want John Henry to pull his hands away from my nipples and rings. "Yes, just for one more day. Please just don't stop." I muttered. My body and mind felt like a wet spaghetti noodle when the two slaves turned me over onto my stomach. They began to massage me from head to toe with the pleasantly scantly oil, even working some in between the crack of my butt. Their diligence continued on for quite some time before they left me laying there to contemplate my acceptance of Doc's statement. The rubber sheet beneath me was now covered in oil and my own perspiration. I could feel the weight of my own body, pressing down onto my cock and balls. I almost wanted to shout, "Fuck me", but something kept me refrained from saying it. I was subsequently rolled over onto my back, seeing the two slaves on either side of me. Doc was standing about even with my hips and now Shaun was in the room at my feet. Shaun had a big grin on his face that showed off his pearly white teeth. I was feeling more hyper now than ever before; not knowing what was coming next, but I knew that whatever comes, that I could handle it. Afterall, I am a Latimore; and Latimore's can handle just about anything you toss us. Doc sprayed something on the head of my dick and the ends of the catheter. It was rather sensuous watching him use a big syringe to extract the water from the balloon inside my bladder. Laying the syringe on my abdomen, he then proceeded to slowly pull the catheter out of my cock. I could feel it sliding out, and my cock reacted. By the time the catheter had been removed, my cock was beginning to stand on its own. Jordan quickly applied more oil to my cock and began to ease it, back and forth, up and down; in the gentleness of his hand. Unfortunately, it took less than a minute for me to deposit a substantial quantity of cum all over my stomach and chest. They didn't bother to wipe it off. My steel cuffs were once again put in place, and my pink plastic collar was replaced with a much thicker, wider and heavier steel collar. I could feel the coldness of steel encapsulating my cock root and balls, and although I tried to raise my head to see, my head felt like it weighed a ton. It was plain to tell, that the new ring was much heavier, thicker and wider than the original one that I'd worn for most of today. My limbs and collar were quickly attached to the bed, preventing me from doing much of anything, except to breathe. Shaun kind of leapt on the bed, with his cock and balls directly in front of my mouth. The shaft of his dick was rock hard and his balls were nicely formed in the sac. He leaned forward and presented my lips with his manhood; and I greedily began to suck it with fervor. He began a slow and methodical movement of fucking my face; when I felt someone take hold of my cock. The next thing I feel is some form of cold substance rushing into my piss hole. I could feel it going deeper and deeper and I sensed that it was expanding my dick as well. That feeling was followed by yet another. Something solid and cold was pressing at my piss hole, as if it was trying to rape my cock. I screamed, muffled by Shaun's monster cock, as the object penetrated my piss slit. I could feel it slowly making its way down my shaft, almost effortlessly; now that it had gained access. Moments later, it was withdrawn; and another cold, solid object was making its presence known to my cock head. My dick didn't want to surrender to the object and I could feel the flesh just inside my piss hole tighten up against the invader. The constant pressure remained vigilant against my piss hole as my balls began to receive a more than subtle squeezing. There was a sudden stabbing pain, radiating from my nuts to my guts; from the testicle torture, which caused me to buck my hips upwards. The action which my body took, involuntarily, sent the hard object crashing through the opening in my dick head and I strained my vocal cords in vain; as I tried to scream and beg for mercy all at the same time. The vise like grip on my balls instantly subsided, as the object eased more and more of itself down my throbbing shaft. Once I'd composed myself, I continued to suck on Shaun's manmeat. I didn't want to think of or feel anymore pain in my cock or balls. I zoned out everything except for the pole of flesh in my mouth. Shaun continued inching more of his cock into my mouth and before long he had it impaled down my throat; allowing me to feel his testicles just underneath my chin. By now, the object in my cock was giving me uncountable amounts of pleasure. There was just something about having an object sliding up and down inside my cock that made me want more and more of the same. In harmony, my ankles were released from their position and both of my legs were pushed back towards my head; on either side of Shaun's torso, thus capturing him in between. The unmistakable feeling of fingers toying with my ass sent yet more shock waves of ecstasy through my body. I couldn't believe all this was happening at the same time, let alone to my body. Shaun didn't miss a stroke, while he maintained his slow methodical rape of my throat. I could feel, delightfully so, my throat muscles attacking Shaun's cock Every few thrusts of his hips, allowed Shaun to emit a soft, yet pleasing groan. If having man to man sex in this fashion allowed a body to feel so good; it was becoming obvious why John Henry didn't want to leave all of this behind. I, too, would trade off the few hours of labor and discomfort just knowing that such sexual activities would allow me to feel this way. There was however, the nagging realization that I was to someday have my own slave and that my slave, should I so chose, be afforded the chance to reap the rewards from his master. I knew that I'd soon have to `play' the reverse role of a slave, and thus seek to fulfill any desires or needs that I myself might have as those befitting a dominant master. What could there be, that would allow me to feel this good, without having to submit myself to the humiliation, pain and debasing that slaves go through on a daily basis? The fingers seemed to multiply, as I began to notice the more advanced attack on my anal muscles. I could feel the entrance of my ass being pulled apart in no special way. It just seemed as if the fingers were simply trying to expand my hole. It also felt as if there just may have been fingers from two hands; simply for the reason that the muscles were being pulled on in such a way as to denote more than one hand. Once more, my cock felt empty; as the object was removed, but another, larger object soon took its place. I thought, for just a moment, that my piss hole was being ripped wide open. Shaun must have begun to feel fatigue setting in or something; as he seemed to be going slower and slower with each thrust of his hips, but he never once failed to drive the entire length of his cock into my mouth. I didn't want to open my eyes, which probably would have ruined my sexual high. I wanted all of my other humanly senses to react to each and every feeling. I suddenly noticed that the fingers had stopped toying with my ass, followed by the extraction of the object which had so beautifully been sliding up and down, inside my cock. Shaun began to pump hard now, caring nothing for the mouth being pummeled by his manmeat. One long, primeval scream; followed by a flood of his warm sperm rolling down my throat told me all I needed to know. I could hear Shaun's breathing and I even felt a few droplets of his perspiration splash down on my face. "Oh God, Oh fucking mercy", Shaun said after he 'd gotten control of himself. "That's the best mouth I've fucked in months. I'll miss it when its gone". My legs were returned to prone on the bed, and Shaun carefully maneuvered himself off of me. I opened my eyes, once I felt the bed move again, to see John Henry taking Shaun's place. I had to really open wide to accommodate John Henry's dick ring but once it was lying on my tongue I was able to seal my lips around his slave dick. There was no movement on the slave's part, or anyone else's for that matter. I closed my eyes, thinking that this would all be over before the end of tomorrow and would allow myself the few hours of sex to sustain me until I moved on to my next assigned location. John Henry never once moved his hips, after he'd gotten his cock completely into my mouth. In fact, his cock actually went limp. Probably about a minute passed before the slave's cock erupted, sending a torrent of piss down my throat. I was caught off guard by this and some piss escaped my lips, spewing onto my chest and John Henry's body as well. There was a minimal amount of laughter, following my `accident'; but it soon subsided as Jordan replaced John Henry. Jordan's dick ring was much larger than John Henry's, so not only did I have to open my mouth to its fullest; but Jordan actually had to pull my flesh aside to get the ring to rest on my tongue. Thankfully, I anticipated the piss and was able to swallow it all without incident. My ankles were re-attached to the bed, leaving me vulnerable to further usage. Doc made sure that my cock was resting on my abdomen, pointing towards my head. He surprised me by saying, "now if you feel you have to pee, you just go right ahead and pee. You won't hurt anything if you do." Something hard and round pushed up against my ass, and like it was meant to do ... it made its way inside of me without any discomfort. Then a second similar object was pushed in, followed by another and another. I could feel them all. At first, I thought that they were almost up to my belly button, but realized that such a thing was impossible. Two more objects were pushed in; this time having to be nearly `forced' in, which caused me some distress, but that' s probably due to the size of them. I felt something being wrapped around my cock. Then I felt something being fixed to my balls. Moments later, I felt the first surge of electrical current flowing from my cock to my balls. The current seemed to change; going from my cock to my ass, then from my ass to my balls. It wasn't painful, but it did cause me some concern. I suppose I thought that they might be trying to fry my nuts or something. The duration of the current seemed to change sporadically, as did the intensity. Not that I liked the feeling, but my cock must have found some enjoyment from all the attention. My dick began to gorge full of blood and slowly rise up from my body. The one thing I finally felt was that the current, when directed solely up my ass, seemed to bounce from one object to the next and then back down again. It was like the electrical current was inside my body doing some kind of dance. It too felt weird and uncomfortable, until the full course of the current slammed brutally within my intestines; sending my body arching off of the bed. The current stayed at this level, while it made its way to my nuts and cock; causing my body to shiver and sweat. The one or two times I managed to open my eyes, all I saw was the shadowy figures of Doc, Shaun, and the Housemaster. I had no idea where the two slaves had gone. Thankfully, the current was reduced in both duration and intensity; but still continued to keep me aware of the fact that my body was indeed being tortured. Finally, the torment ceased. Doc simply came up and once again laid my cock on my stomach. This time, there was no holding back and I let loose of my bladder, sending piss up my body. Shaun, as perverted as he is, quickly grabbed my cock and aimed the stream at my face; totally covering my face and shorn hair with my own urine. That sort of thing must have seemed funny to the men as they all laughed and commented, saying such things as `piss drinking pussyslave' and `fag slave is loving it'. It wasn't even in my mind, until I noticed Nathan standing alongside... filming the entire event. Now, unfortunately, I began to realize and understand just what I'd agreed to do. "Guess we should let the slave get his rest. Tomorrow is going to be a busy and fun day around here", Doc said in a rather monotone voice. I remained silent, looking at the men as they turned at walked out of the room; turning off the lights and closing the door behind them. I laid there thinking of how much joy I'd just been afforded, not counting the electro torture; when all of a sudden the current started to flow once more. My night, needless to say, went without sleep; even though the machine did turn itself off for brief periods of time during the night time hours. I'm almost positive that I pissed myself at least two more times; leaving me drenched in piss and smelling like the men's room at a football stadium. Morning came all too soon. The lights came on, and voices echoed; the two slaves were the first to appear. John Henry was holding another one of the bottles and presented the nipple to my mouth. I shook my head while muttering, " No, no more please, no more." "It's okay Sir. It's just plain tap water Sir", came his response. I spent a few seconds peering into his eyes, just to see if I could find anything that would tell me that he wasn't telling the truth. After noting the look of rejection on his face, I opened my mouth and began sucking out the cool, refreshing water. "Sir, I'm sorry about last night Sir", chimed Jordan. "It's not like we wanted to piss in your mouth Sir, but if we didn't follow orders we would receive a severe lashing." I pulled my mouth away from the nipple and replied, "I didn't think a slave would do that unless he was told to do it, so don't worry about. Besides, I' m sure that the two of you have had more than your share of a free man's piss to swallow since you've been enslaved." The two slaves, at first smiled; but quickly lowered their faces in what I took to be some sort of recognition of their world position. The Housemaster was the next to arrive, and he removed all of the electrical devices from my body. When he began pulling the objects out of my ass, he didn't even bother to take into consideration that my ass just might be fucking sore! The slaves released my bindings and just as if they'd done it a thousand times before, they began wrapping me up in the rubber sheet, and when they were done I looked like a burrito; with just my head visible. Jordan quietly explained that they were doing this, just so that none of the piss would fall on the floor, while I was being `transported'. Without as much as a grunt, the two slaves took hold of me and began taking me down the stairs. Going through the kitchen, the housekeeper called out, " have fun"; which should have alerted me to a more than treacherous day. Once outside the gate, I was laid on the grass and the rubber sheet was removed. "We have to hose you off now Sir. Sorry but the water this early in the morning won't feel very warm", John Henry said with a tone of sympathy in his voice. Jordan grabbed the hose and quickly and methodically began to hose me off, from head to toe. I was just happy that neither of them saw the heavy stream of piss flowing from my cock, as my entire body began shaking from the cold water. I watched and even felt rather gratified, as the two slaves began to plane the water from my skin. I could see their magnificent bodies glimmer beneath the single lamp which had afforded the needed light to complete their task. I couldn't stop thinking about them. I began to wonder how it might be, if the roles were reversed. How satisfying it would be to command a slave to suck my dick, to massage my nuts and lick my ass. My cock began to take notice of my sexual prowess. It was, however, difficult for me to imagine myself inflicting pain and suffering on another human being. I'd not once disciplined MoMo in all the years he served our family. I'm fairly sure that perhaps I could spank a slave's ass or even take a belt to his flesh; but anything other than that I would probably have to defer the slave's punishment to someone else. The now familiar sound of the motor which powered the four wheeler filled the air. Moments later, a jean and wife beater clad, Shaun arrives. "Time to get our pussyslave up to the slave barns, so they can get a good start on their rather tedious and laborious day", Shaun said in his normal tone of voice. Shaun looked at me, as if I was about to be led off to a slaughter house; a sadistic grin rolled across his face. "Sir, yes Sir", the two slaves said in unison. The slaves grabbed my arms and led me to the four wheeler; where I was laid on my back, behind Shaun. Taking several pieces of rope they affixed my limbs to various parts of the machine; leaving my cock and balls exposed to the star filled heavens. Once I was secure, the slaves jumped up on to seat, each sitting on either side of Shaun. There wasn't the concern for me that I assumed Shaun would have. He fed the machine a copious amount of fuel and released the brake, sending us catapulting up the lane, on only the back two tires. For some reason Shaun ventured off the lane and began to roam up and down the field; causing the machine and me to bounce like a rock skipping across a pond. My body ached from the many times it had rose up and then fell back down onto the hard steel and I was sure that my body would eventually show signs of bruising. As soon as the machine came to a stop, the two slaves immediately began to untie me, and Shaun began speaking. "Let's not forget that your duty today is that of a novice sex slave, and sex is what you'll be providing all day. So let's get a move on and get inside so you can help some of the slaves and workers get their day started with a smile." Time stood still. I don't know how long I was kept in the barns but it seemed like an eternity. I couldn't complain though, as I got exactly what I wanted and needed. When all of the leased slaves had left for work, I was taken outside; now into the bright light of the morning sun. "Seems to me that you've already earned enough demerits to last a lifetime" , Shaun said sternly. "Beginning with last night, forgetting to address a free man properly, till now where you haven't crawled on your hands and knees; would give a novice slave ample time to atone for his sins while I was whipping his ass." I instantly fell to my knees, saying, "Sir, this slave is sorry Sir." "Nice try pussyslave, but it's a little late and not enough to prevent you from some form of punishment. Now get over to the four wheeler and let the boys get you hooked up. We've got more cock for you to suck." Passing by Shaun's barn, I instantly knew where we were headed. Up and over the knoll, hitting every little bump he could find, Shaun maneuvered the machine with skill as we continued on towards the worker slaves down by the creek. I could feel the cum dripping out of my ass, while still savoring the delicate taste of it in my mouth. The cocks that had used my body just minutes earlier had certainly left an indelible mark. I was thankful that I'd not been forced to drink any drug laden liquids this morning. My mind was clear enough to where I could actually concentrate on the cocks in my mouth, and up my ass. I could still denote the differences of each and every one of them. Each with their own dimensions, scent and taste. Shaun brought the machine to a stop, well before reaching the creek; which seemed odd at first, but I soon realized the reason. Just ahead of us was the slave entrusted to pull the water cart. Jordan and John Henry took this opportunity to look behind themselves and give me a smile, as Shaun stepped off the machine and headed towards the cart slave. "I'll get you something to eat just as soon as Shaun gets you back to his barn", John Henry said with a smile; indicating to me that he was happy to see that I was accepting the day, so far. Jordan reached back, taking hold of my cock and said, "I wished that in some ways that this could be the cock of my own master." John Henry quickly turned to Jordan, saying, "what is this that you are speaking of Jordan." "It's not what you think", Jordan clamored a reply. "What I meant is that I wished that master Kevin was my master. At least he knows what a slave has to go through, unlike some of the men we see come here and haul a slave out and brutally attack him. I think master Kevin would make a good master for a boy. That's all I'm trying to say." "No more talking like that Jordan. You and I both know what lay ahead for us and neither of us can do a damn thing about it. Just sit there and shut the fuck up. God Almighty, you can come up with some of the dumbest thoughts and ideas that any slave ever could. We both know that when my master returns this afternoon that our fate just might be sealed and the retarded thoughts about master Kevin are not something you should even think about or even dream about. Just get it through your fucking head. You and I are going to be separated and there's nothing we can do about it." For some reason, I never had given Nathan any thought until I saw him towering above me, with camera rolling. Then, blocking out the sun was the ominous, yet relaxed in some ways, figure of Doc. "Sorry that I wasn't able to meet up with you in the barn, but I had more pressing matters to tend to", Doc said with a sense of authority. "Nathan tells me that you had quite the time with the slaves this morning and that he was able to get a good amount of it captured of film. I'm banking on the rest of the day to be the same if not better." "Sir, yes Sir", I replied; not wanting to add to any possible ramifications which might occur later in the day. Doc reached over and grabbed my cock as if it was the natural thing to be doing. "Nice cock you've got slave, sure wished that I could own it for awhile. I' d make good use of it and the rest of you around here. Seems such a pity to have the body of a Greek warrior and the cock to match, and all I can do is gloat over it for the day. Seems to me that somebody took a liking to an intern that went around the country a couple years back and suddenly things changed for the lad. I'm guessing that he's probably someplace nice and cozy about now. Here tell that he's in some foreign country, making nice to an African Prince." All of Doc's chatter seemed to bring my life back into focus. There wasn't anything that I could fault with what Doc had said. Doc was simply telling me the truth and he felt secure in enough to even tell me, in that `special' way, that he had a liking for me. "I see that Shaun is making good use of the cart slave. I guess he's saving you for some time later in the day. I sure do admire that man. He can get hard at the smallest thing and can fuck like a bull. He's been most helpful to us around here. Perhaps young Kevin you'd like to work along side him for a day while you're here", continued Doc in a methodical and rambling sort of way. "Oh and another thing Kevin, you'd be most interested in, since it involves your money, that we agreed upon. We put up a small sample of your work yesterday, on our main website and also on our video web page. Our customary video goes for $79.95, so you'd be getting 15% of that. Funny thing though, is that we put up a ten second portion of you pulling the carriage and doing a few other things, but I'm just wondering if it isn't the ten or fifteen seconds of you in stall three last night that has peaked everyone's interest. In just the first hour, our combined pre-sale has surpassed 900 copies. I can only imagine what it will be like tomorrow or the latest of this coming weekend when all the perverts and sadistic minded fuckers get a glimpse of the video we' re making." My mind went into sudden overdrive. I couldn't help but to think about the deal I'd made with Doc. I knew, that somebody like Mr. Alderton would see it and more than likely inform my father, if not my mother as well. There was nothing I could do about it now, except to formulate some kind of response to any and all questions that my parents were sure to pose to me. I instantly reminded myself of the training film that dad had made of me inside the SIMS machine and I began working many different angles, using that as my basis for making this video. Doc continued stroking my erection, while I lay there with my eyes closed, attempting to block out the sun. I knew that if Doc didn't soon stop that I would have, what is considered, an unauthorized climax; which could also be used against me later on. "You do understand by now Kevin that not all sex is to benefit the slave. In fact, I'm sure that you know that inflicting pain and suffering on a slave is just another form of sexual pleasure and fancy for a free man to enjoy. Just because a slave gets fucked doesn't mean it was meant to bring happiness to the slave. I'm sure you must know by now what I'm referring to, afterall, a young man such as yourself has fucked many a girl by now and you know the feeling of power and control you held over her while pounding your cock into her twat. So who is the winner in such a case... the male or the female? I'd have to say the male, just simply because we are the dominant factor on the planet. It is not up to a free man to care whether or not a slave achieves orgasm. In most communities, a slave is forbidden to bust his nut unless given permission. Hell, for that matter, I know of several institutions that will turn a slave into a eunuch if he continuously disobeys and can't control his bodily functions. I've done my share of de-balling kids from the surrounding towns and counties, just because their parents catch the boys jerking off to much. In this part of the country you'd be surprised how many of this hill billy boys find pleasure in fucking their farm animals and even worse some of them fall in love with their own sister or brother; which makes it tough on the family. Well, I shouldn't say it in that precise manner. Some of the fathers and mothers around these parts believe in keeping their sexually active children ` close to home' if you know what I mean." Nathan busted out laughing. "Yep around here, we hardly hear about divorces or married folk cheating on one another. Seems that most of them like to keep the sex `all in the family' so to speak." "Well I guess I should be getting back to the house. My lover will be here anytime now and I can't wait to see him. You'll get your chance to meet him later on this afternoon, I'm sure. Hand me those completed video cassettes Nathan and I'll take them back and get started on editing them while I'm waiting for my sweetie pie", Doc said most cheerfully. Doc left Nathan with us, as he drove the golf cart slowly back to his house. "You two bitches get the fuck off the seat right now!" screamed Nathan. "You 've shown no respect for your master or I since we've arrived and I'm going to make sure that you two queers suffer for it. If I didn't know any better I 'd say you were starting to act just like master Kevin." Shaun came strolling up and questioned Nathan about his outburst. I heard Shaun say something like, `three is better than one', and then we began moving again. Nathan rode on the seat next to Shaun and the two slaves scampered alongside, holding on to the four wheeler. We continued to bounce up and down, across the rough pasture; but I knew where we were heading and I was beginning not to so pleasant of thoughts about the next time we stopped. I wanted this day to be over with already; and I wanted Friday to get here sooner than I knew it could. There was something in the way Doc had spoken to me, that began to gnaw on my sense of security and freedom. To Be Continued...