Date: Mon, 19 Feb 2007 19:34:47 EST
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: a lesson in time part 28

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A Lesson In  Time, Chapter Twenty  Eight


The sun was really starting to heat up things as I finished taking care of
most  all of the working slaves and their overseers. Not only did I feel `dirty'
 but  my mental capacity seemed to have diminished too. All I could think
about were  the men's vile words and comments that each and every one of them
made while I  was tied face down over the front of the four wheeler and fucked
repeatedly.

My ass felt like it had been torn in two, and all of the steel cuffs and my
collar felt as if they had absorbed all of the sun's energy.  The heavy  ring
around my cock and balls had all but squashed my cock beneath me. I lost
count on how many of the slaves found pleasure in spanking my butt, before and
after they fucked me silly. I was dying for something cold to drink but didn't
dare ask any of the men. I would settle on something refreshing once back at
the  house.

I  never heard or saw the pony slave team come up with their wagon. After
being  released from the bonds, I crawled over to the wagon and with the help of
Jordan  and John Henry, I managed to climb in the back and without energy; the
best I  could do was to simply lay flat, face down on the rough hewn wooden
floor.

"You  did great Sir", John Henry said softly in my ear. "I've had to do the
same thing  and I didn't come anywhere near as good at taking cocks as you
did."

There  was some giggling from Jordan just before he spoke saying, "yeah, I
remember  that day real good. You couldn't even take much more than four dicks
before you  started crying like a baby. I guess if I cried as much as you did,
then I  wouldn't have to suck horse dick and take dog cock up my  ass."

The  slaves fell silent for the remainder of the ride, which to my surprise
wasn't  back to the house; but rather to Shaun's barn.

THE NEXT  DAY...

My  senses began telling me that the whole world had somehow passed me by.
Apparently I had missed out on the entire afternoon and evening; as I began to
wake from a deep restful  sleep.

I was  in bed, surrounded by the soft and gentle feeling of the silk sheets.
I reached  for my cock, which was `standard' morning ritual for me. I sprung
upward from  the intense pain caused when my hand slid beneath my undies and
scrapped against  my cockhead. My eyes sprang open as I tossed back the sheet.

The tip of  my dick was all red, swollen and appeared to have been tortured.
The worst part  of it all, was that I couldn't remember anything about how it
got that way. I  carefully slid the undies down to my knees, and that's when I
realized that,  once again they weren't mine, and they were pink, not to
mention they were of  the `thong'  style.

Not  that having my cock tortured was anything to put aside, but just below
my dick  was a massive bulge of flesh, that didn't resemble anything I'd ever
seen  before. Touching the fleshy mass, I discovered that it was attached to
me. It  was then that I discovered that somehow my sac was swollen. It really
didn't  hurt to touch it, nor was it painful. It just felt  weird.

I  cranked my head from right to left, wanting and needing to see a familiar
face.  There were none. The only thing I noticed was a tray sitting atop the
desk. It  looked as if it was a carafe of coffee and perhaps a breakfast
pastry.

Then  I noticed the clock. It was almost noon time. I also realized that I
had to pee,  real bad.

It wasn't until I began to move my legs, that I felt the discomfort in my
nuts.  I actually had to pick my balls up and move them, along with my legs. No
sooner  had I tried to stand, that my scrotum began to pull away and that's
when the  pain really struck. I quickly sat back down on the bed and began
devising a way  to get into the bathroom, without causing any more  pain.

"Good  morning Sir", came the welcome sound of Jordan's voice. "Did Sir
sleep  well?"

"Thank god you're here. I have to piss like a race horse. Help me to the
bathroom please", I implored the  slave.

There  was no need to ask again, nor was there a need to go to the bathroom;
as Jordan  fell to his knees engulfing my flaccid cock. I put both of my hands
on his head,  closed my eyes and relaxed myself to the point where a night's
accumulation of  piss began flowing into the slave's  mouth.

Jordan pulled back, once he'd gotten the last drop off the head of cock. With
 the need to piss over with; I began to feel the distinct sensations on other
 parts of my body which I sensed to have also been  tortured.

I  could see red marks and welts on my thighs. The soles of my feet were
rather  tender and once my eyes made contact with my chest I could see the
tale-tail  marks from where something had come into contact with my skin. My back
felt as  if it had a mild case of  sunburn.

>From all of the tingly sensations on my body, I began to feel the pulsing of
blood around my butthole. I knew that someone or some thing had ravaged my
ass.  I only wished that I could remember all or even a fraction of yesterday's
session.

"A  nice warm bath will do Sir a lot of good", Jordan said with a sincere
tone in  his voice. "I'll go run the water and prepare it for Sir if that is
permissible".

Jordan was once again talking to me, as me being a free man. It sounded nice
and  most proper; yet for some reason it felt odd to be addressed as  `Sir'.

"If  you feel it will do me some good, then by all means please do", I
replied. "And  then perhaps a good cup of that coffee might taste great about now
also."

Before Jordan traipsed off to the bathroom, he poured me cup of coffee; which
I  eagerly sipped with  delight.

"Best we slid Sir's undies back up, unless Sir wishes to support them",
Jordan  said, while trying to  smile.

"No,  just go ahead and slip them off. I can manage to hold my nuts up until
we get to  the tub", I again replied; this time with a bit more authority in
my  voice.

The  water was not only warm, but pleasantly scented. The small thin layer of
bubbles  seemed to glide over my body with ease. Jordan had knelt alongside
the tub,  until I told him that he could do something else if he needed to.

To my  surprise, he went off and returned; bearing another cup of coffee.
After  finishing the coffee, I seemed to have fallen into another dream world; as
 everything in my brain calmed. Some of my dreams were of yesterday, and I
could  see them as plain as if they were happening this very moment.

I probably  could have slept for several more hours, had it not been for the
sound of  running water. Jordan had turned on the faucet to allow more warm
water to  replace the water that had begun to cool  down.

I was  able to talk to Jordan, as if we were equals; without the `Sir'
tossed in; as he  used a soft natural sponge to clean away any remnants of
yesterday. I was amazed  at his adaptability in caring for all of my tender and sore
flesh. Not once did  he cause me any undo pain or discomfort, for which I was
thankful.

We  were still in the bathroom, when a strange man appeared.

"Good  afternoon Kevin. I hope you slept well?" said the  man.

"Yes  thank you Sir", I  replied.

"No  need for the `sir' business young man. You are free to call me Frank,
just like  everybody else around here does", he said rather comically. "I'm
John Henry's  master. It's not as if Frank is my real name, but they all have
tagged me with  the name just because I don't beat around the bush when it
comes to telling it  like it is. Just up front and honest. Nothing politically
correct about me or  what I say."

I reach passed Jordan and shook his hand, which he seemed more than eager to
offer me.

"You sure put on a great show yesterday, but I'm sure you don't remember
much of  it. I guess you can tell, by the marks you woke up with that you begged
for it  and then some", he said without as much as an expression on his  face.

"But..  But... but, what about my nuts. What happened to my  nuts?"

This  guy `Frank' only laughed aloud, but soon answered my question. "Oh
those little  things. Well, Shaun asked you if you wanted bigger nuts and you
told him yes, so  we filled your scrotum with saline. But not to worry, they'll
return to normal  by this time tomorrow. Just take it slow and easy today and
you won't find  yourself in distress. Besides, I'm sure that you have enough
paperwork to do  that you won't have much time for anything  else."

I  couldn't agree or disagree with Frank. I could only take him at his  word.

"The  housekeeper will be up shortly with something for you to eat for lunch.
Surely  that pastry is stale by now", Frank said in a normal voice. "After
you've eaten,  you and I can chat for awhile if you'd care to. I'm sure that
you've got a lot  of questions for us and we are more than happy to answer any
and all of them for  you at this  time."

"Yes,  thanks very much. I would really appreciate it Frank. I do, in fact,
have a lot  of questions about the operations here that I haven't asked Doc
about yet. And  your assumption about having paperwork to do is also correct. Not
having  corresponded with my office for two days, I'm sure they are anxious
for my  reports", I said in a similar tone as  Frank's.

Frank turned and left, as Jordan helped me to stand and exit the tub. Jordan
just patted the soft towel against my body rather than the normal frisky
drying  job he normally performed. I found myself getting aroused, as Jordan (from
 behind) slid his hand between my legs and supported my balls.

I made my  way over to the desk and gingerly sat down, making sure that I
kept my legs  apart; so as not to damage my  testicles.

"Perhaps Sir would like to wear these", Jordan said, holding up a fresh pair
of  pink briefs. "They'd be more comfortable on Sir's butt, than the thong
one."

"Yes  thanks, boy", I replied. "But I think I'll wait until I have to stand
up before  putting them on. For now, I'll just sit here and allow my nuts to
have all the  space they need." A big smile filtered across Jordan's face, as
he hastily began  to make the bed up before going into the bathroom to wipe
down the  tub.

I  pushed the two buttons on the computer, listening to the whir of the fan
as the  machine came to life. I quickly logged on to the company's website and
entered  my password for emails and messages. I was surprised to see four
emails waiting  for me.

The  first, and oldest, email was from somebody called `bitchgirl666'. I didn
't know  who this was and I almost deleted it until I realized that it had to
come from  within the company; so I clicked  `read'.

Kevin, Please come home right away.         Mom has made me enter the youth
slave training thing here.Things here are awful  and disgusting, and mom thinks
it is what I need.
I can't stand it any  more. Please come home and help me get out of here.
Come Friday I'm going to  be going to my `summer assignment' and I don't
want to go.
I will be living  right across the street from our house at Mrs. Pinkerson's
place. You know her  son, Tyler. I don't want to go there or anywhere, except
back home.
I promise  I'll never be mean to you or boys ever again, so help me god.
I don't want to  go there to be a slave girl to her and her son. I don't
need to eat out a girl  and I darn sure don't want to suck on her son's penis.
Please come home! Please  help!

HELP!


I had to take a minute to comprehend what she was saying and then I broke out
 into uncontrollable laughter. After all these years and recent weeks of her
constant onslaught of taunts, there is just no way I'm going to lift a finger
to  help her. Besides, Tyler was a stud and I know how much he enjoys having
girls  gag on his mammoth  cock.

The  second email was from Ms. Mudfart. It was a simple note just reminding
me to be  attentive to my job assignment and to make sure I got my reports in
by the end  of today. There was no indication that she was even vaguely aware
of my  situation as of  late.

The  third email was from my mother. It wasn't the nicest or the easiest
thing to  read. It started off nice, saying how much she loves me and all; even
telling me  that she was sad that I didn't have enough faith and trust, to tell
her years  ago about my sexual  orientation.

She spent little time on my sister, but did manage to confirm that Mrs.
Pinkerson and Tyler would have total control and access to my sister up until  the
start of  school.

I'd  never known my parents to express themselves openly to one an other
until I read  the next part of mom's email. She told me that she and dad had spent
countless  hours this past week discussing `their' children. I guess that
dad wasn't  shocked in the least when mom sent my sister into slave training.
>From the way  the email read, dad seemed more than pleased that mom had finally
taken control  of their unruly  daughter.

Mom said, that dad had told her about me helping to `produce' a training
video  while here. She seemed excited that I had taken such a keen interest in dad
's  business.  Finally, she reminded me to call her tonight, so that we could
 discuss my sister and some other  things.

I  recognized the final email, as that of coming once again from my sister.
It was  time stamped in the wee hours of this  morning.


Kevin,
I hope you've given some thought to my last email.

I heard in the  shower room this morning, that you are in a video. I even
heard one of the  overseers talking about it. They said that you are the `star'
of the video. I  hope it's not what I'm thinking!

One of them  even said something to the effect that dad was going to see the
video right  after lunch. I hope you know what you're  doing.

I  have to go now... Mr. Alderton is heading my  way.

I had  little time to ponder the last email, as the housekeeper was entering
my room.  She had a big smile on her face and seemed to be in a jovial mood. "
Afternoon  master Kevin. I hope this lunch will suffice until dinner", she
said rather  politely.

I  thanked her for the meal, as she exited. I looked at the tray and saw that
there  was enough food on for a small army. I turned around to see Jordan
kneeling  alongside of the wall, and invited him to join me for  lunch.

We  talked about all kinds of things, but it was quite evident that Jordan
hadn't  seen much television in the last couple of years.

When I went  to pick up a napkin from the tray, I noticed that something was
beneath the  napkin. I quickly lifted the napkin off, to discover a dvd inside
it's case. The  only thing on the dvd were the words, "From freedom to
reality". My mouth  dropped open, as my mind instantly feared the worst.

I handed it  down to Jordan, who only smiled just before saying, "Yes Sir.
This is the dvd  that Sir is in", handing it back to me rather quickly. "Mr.
Nathan stayed up all  night with Doc, editing it and making copies to sell  Sir."

Instant fear fell over me; knowing that they'd already sent it to dad's
computer. My stomach began to churn; as I began thinking of how I was going to
respond to whatever it is that my father is going to say to me. I was almost
certain that Mr. Alderton had already seen it, thus the `leak' within my dad's
 company.

It  almost seemed `to' casual of a response from Jordan but I didn't press
the  issue. I finished eating my food, as did Jordan, just moments before the
housekeeper came in to retrieve the tray. I politely thanked her for the
delicious meal and she retreated as fast as she'd come in.

Less than a  minute had passed, when both Doc and Frank came into my bedroom.
They both  appeared to be in good, if not high, spirits. They smiled, said hi
to me and  even went so far as to kiss the top of Jordan's naked  head.

"Well,  I hope your stomach is full at least until supper", Doc said with a
smile.

"Yes,  thanks again. It was scrumptious", I  replied.

Frank wasn't the kind of man to mince words, so he got right to it. It was
easy  to follow his conversation, and I learned much more than I thought I
already  knew. Hell, he talked so much that he answered most of my questions before
I  could even ask them. All the while, Jordan kept his kneeling posture
alongside  of me; making sure that his head was  bowed.

Frank  came to a point in his dissertation where he was actually the one
posing the  questions to me. I found most of them rather easy to answer and the
few that  sorta surprised me weren't all that difficult to respond to once I'd
digested  the question and perhaps the reasoning behind  it.

I was  relieved when Doc took control of the conversation, expounding his
virtues on  slavery and those who enter into it. It was almost as if he was
speaking  verbatim from some of my college books. It seemed so much easier to
listen to  Doc speak, compared to reading a book; as it almost made everything come
alive  within me. I listened as he seemed to guide the conversation towards
men who  allowed themselves to be voluntarily enslaved; comparing them to those
who were  enslaved via the court  systems.

I  hadn't read or understood any of my college courses to make it appear that
there  is a difference, a big difference, in those who volunteer themselves
versus  those criminally enslaved. But the way Doc explained everything seemed
to make a  tremendous amount of sense to me.

I was now  able to see just how the one pony slave was able to avoid being
kept with the  common criminal element. Although living with all the other pony
slaves seemed a  bit harsh at times. I also had a better understanding of the
worker slaves, kept  busy all summer clearing land. They seemed to be a rather
jovial bunch of  slaves, even under the worst of conditions.

Doc  continued on with explaining many, if not all, of the lease holders who
seemed  to have their own agenda when it came to the handling of slaves.  I
couldn't believe what I was hearing. Even though Arkansas has laws governing
the  rights and fair treatment of slaves; most of the leaseholders failed to
comply.  It wasn't unusual for a slave to be beaten, whipped or dragged behind a
mule;  should the slave fail to live up to expectations.  The only saving
grace,  if there was one, is that none of the leaseholders had the want or desire
to  compel a slave to perform certain sexual acts. I guess that's why they are
all  so horny at night time.

I couldn't  believe that we had spent an entire afternoon in my room chatting
away like a  bunch of school kids at recess. I have to admit that I learned
more today than I  did the entire time that I was at Windy  Hills.

Finally, the conversation slowed down and we three enjoyed a cool drink;
brought  up from the kitchen. I felt bad that there wasn't anything for Jordan to
drink,  and I dare not offer him any of mine.

Frank came  right out and asked about the video, wanting to know if I had
time yet to view  it. I politely told him that I hadn't watched it yet. I didn't
want to tell him  that I really have any desire to watch  it.

Doc came  over and without as much as a word, leaned over and inspected my
scrotum. He  made some off the wall comment about them not shrinking as much as
he'd  anticipated. Then placing his hand around the shaft of my cock, he made
a quick  inspection of my piss slit. "It's still going to sting a bit each
time you piss,  but it should all be just fine by the time you leave", he said
rather matter of  factly.

"T'was a shame we didn't expand Kevin's sac a lot more. I'm sure that it
would  look even better than it did last night", Frank said in a rather sadistic
tone.  "Have you seen yourself yet Kevin, on all fours, and how nice your sac
looks  dangling down like some farm  animal?"

"No, not really. I never gave it a thought", I  replied.

"Well let's not waste the moment", Frank bounced back at  me.

The next  thing I know, I'm being helped from the chair and placed gingerly
on the floor;  on all fours. Frank spread my knees apart, while Doc went to the
closet for a  narrow but tall  mirror.

After a minute of adjusting the mirror, I was able to see myself. It wasn't
bad  at all. True, I looked like I had large testicles, but I found nothing
wrong  with the way they looked, just the way they  felt.

Laughing like a school kid Doc said, "If you fancy the size of your nutsack,
I  can make it so that you have them that size or larger. It's up to you
Kevin."

For  a split second I thought Doc was serious. I couldn't imagine him even
thinking  that a free man would want his own balls to be like this. Any bigger
and they'd  look like a bulls  sack.

"You'd  be surprised what Doc can do, not to mention what he's already done
to some of  the boys that go to his clinic", Frank said with the utmost sense
of  assuredness. "That sampling you got yesterday, with getting your piss hole
 stretched ain't nothing compared to when ole Doc here performs his magic and
 splits a kid's dick head into two  pieces."

"I  think I'll take a pass on both of them for now, if you don't mind", I
said in a  voice which I'd hoped would `lighten' the  moment.

"Well you just let us know and we can fix you right up", Doc  said.

I  could actually tell that the two men were dead serious about transforming
a  man's cock and balls. I didn't find it entertaining in the  least.

I  guess that there was also an ulterior motive for having me down on all
fours. I  gave Doc the ideal opportunity to examine my butt hole. "Looks okay for
now, but  I'd suggest you sit in the tub at least two or three times a day
until the  swelling goes down. It's not everyday that a man gets his butt jammed
full like  you did  yesterday."

As much as I wanted to ask Doc just what they'd shoved up my ass, I staved
off  the urge to do so. "Thanks, that sounds like a plan to me", is all that I
said  in return.

"Well, best we let you tend to your work. We are having dinner poolside this
evening, honoring of your presence here with us", Frank said nonchalantly. "I
'll  leave Jordan with you, to keep you company or help you in any way he
knows how.  And later on, we'll get John Henry up here to help get you up all
cleaned up and  refreshed for  supper."

Wanting to keep it short and simple, I replied, "Great... thanks for that";
and  let it go. The two men left, with me still on the floor. I could hear them
talking to each other as they made their way down the stairs. Whatever they
were  talking about, elicited a great deal of laughter from them  both.

"Would  Sir like some salve on his sore spots?", asked  Jordan.

"That would be awesome, especially if it will help take some of the soreness
away", I  replied.

Like a boy all excited about a holiday, Jordan scampered into the bathroom
for  the salve. "This stuff stings a bit when it first goes on  Sir".

"I  think that I can handle it, boy. Let's just get it put on so that I can
get back  to my work."

Sting it did. The worst of it was when Jordan put some not just around my
ass,  but directly into my rosebud. It felt like a mound of fire ants had just
found a  new home.

Jordan rubbed my back, my thighs and my arms, until the stinging sensations
subsided. If anything, Jordan was, or had learned, to be not only an obedient
slave but also a loving and caring slave. If only I could have a slave just
like  Jordan.

I  remained kneeling until Jordan had placed a towel on the leather seat of
the  chair and then he helped me up very slowly and carefully.

"Sir, you  aren't really thinking about getting the bull balls are you Sir?
Jordan asked as  if the whole world was waiting for my  answer.

`No  boy, I'm not. Even though I think they'd look good on many slaves,
especially  pony slaves, I have no intentions of getting my balls  expanded."

Before I could continue, my cellphone rang. I didn't even take the time to
see  who was calling, just assuming it was Ms.  Mudfart.

"Hello"

"Hello son. If you have a minute I'd like to talk to you", my dad's voice
came  resonating through the phone.


To be continued...