Date: Wed, 28 Feb 2007 12:57:33 EST
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: a lesson in time part 30

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A Lesson In  Time, Chapter  Thirty

The  actual town was rather quaint, to say the least. It was as if time had
passed it  by. The one thing that stuck out in my mind was that they must've
rolled the  sidewalks up about seven o'clock each and every night.

Hardly a  soul was out and about, and the few places that were still open for
business  were mainly restaurants. There were the usual town slaves, sweeping
the curbs  and gutters, emptying waste baskets and some were even polishing
the parking  meters. It was actually nice to feel the confidence the town had
with the slave  industry. I didn't see the first overseer, except for one lone
police car slowly  making its way down main  street.

The  hotel was right in the middle of town. Well landscaped and meticulously
looked  after. The driveway was circular and when we pulled up to the front,
two of the  handsomest male slaves scampered to assist us. I wondered what they'
d done to be  enslaved. They couldn't be much older than me, and surely
whatever it was... it  must not have been that serious of an offense. I couldn't
help but to feel that  my own brain was becoming more and more in tune with the
features of males with  each passing day. I couldn't remember anytime in my
life where I'd given so much  thought, so much wishful thinking towards other
men; than I have over the last  week or so.

I even turned around to look at the slave, just as I was about to enter the
hotel. His features were so defined, as was just about every other aspect of
his  body. I had to shake off these feelings lest Mr. Alderton pick up on the
way I  was quietly drooling over the slave. I couldn't help myself. All I
wanted to do,  right then and there was to drop to my knees and swallow the slave's
cock down  to the root.

"Come on  Kevin, times a wasting", chimed Mr. Alderton; breaking my
concentration.

"Coming", I  said rather  squeakily.

"Good to see that you are developing an eye for the human flesh. It will come
in  handy when you are amongst more and more slaves each day as your summer
progresses. You'll be amazed at the female side of slavery even more so, once
you get a feel and a taste for it", Alderton said with some degree of
managerial  authority.

We had to climb the spiral staircase, as in this old hotel there were no
elevators. I was astonished to discover that once we'd reached the third floor
that there were only a few rooms designated for guests.

>From the  moment the door was unlocked, I could tell that the room was no
ordinary guest  room. It was decorated to the hilt. I mean, like everything was
the finest that  money could buy. It was actually a suite of rooms.

Not only  was there a wet bar, but a baby grand piano and chandeliers. The
two separate  bedrooms were superbly decorated. It came complete with a sauna
and a large hot  tub, sitting right next to the wall made entirely of glass;
which overlooked  part of the town and a lot of the surrounding rolling  hills.

There  was a huge mahogany desk, complete with a leather grained desk chair.
Alongside  of the desk, sat three rather ominous looking suitcases which
belonged to Mr.  Alderton.

I  stood there; waiting to hear what was or wasn't expected of me; as Mr.
Alderton  gently laid his satchel down atop the  desk.

He  removed the cup which contained my urine sample and placed it on the desk
as  well. "Why don't you either take a nice shower or bath while I test your
urine  for drugs", he said pleasantly. "I'm sure you'll find the bathroom
equally as  elaborate as the rest of the rooms. You might even appreciate the
token of  appreciation that your father has sent along on the  trip."

"Really", I managed to babble. "Thanks. I'll have to see what my father
sent  along. I'm sure it is nice, whatever it  is."

Mr.  Alderton chuckled and remained at the desk. As I began moving towards
the  bathroom he turned to me and said, "Before you go getting all wet and
sudsy, I'd  like it if you would go to the bedroom at the end of the hall, where you
'll be  sleeping tonight and get undressed. I have to take some photos of you
to  collaborate the findings from the video which you were in. It won't take
long to  snap a few pictures and then you'll be free to soak your aches and
pains away  for as long as you  wish."

I  quickly began undressing, just leaving my clothes strewn about. I had to
wait  for a few minutes for Mr. Alderton; which didn't do my nerves any good. I
could  only imagine what the tests were going to show and prove. But, on the
other side  of the coin, I could also remember the first time I'd met Mr.
Alderton and how  much I wanted to some day be alone with him, just the two of us.


I could  feel myself slipping into one of my more `lustful' moods, as I
continued to  wait. I could remember every word, every small action between Mr.
Alderton and  me that day up in his office. I could see the mischievous smile on
his face, and  the tone in his voice eluding to the fact that he too wouldn't
mind a `romp in  the hay'.

"How'd my test turn out?" I questioned him, as he came into my bedroom.

"It will  take a few more minutes, but I didn't want to hold you up any
longer. So let's  start by you standing up and placing your hands behind your head
so I can get  some shots of your complete torso", Mr. Alderton  replied.

"If  you don't mind me saying so Kevin, I think your nipple rings make you
look more...  how should I say... more  inviting."

He walked all around me, snapping picture after picture. Then he had me lift
up  my cock so he could photograph my balls as they hung loosely. After that,
Mr.  Alderton had me get my cock semi-hard so he could take a close up of how
much  damage, if any, had been  done.

The  last bit of the photo session was with my head resting on the bed, my
knees wide  and partially bent; while I used my hands to spread my ass cheeks
apart so that  he could snap some pictures of my  rosebud.

As  I stood back up straight, Mr. Alderton's hands were slowly and rather
seductively exploring my flesh; all except my more intimate parts. "Looks like
there's no permanent damage from all the activity, but if I were you Kevin, I'
d  think twice about having another `fuckfest' for at least a few days. One
or two  cocks a day up your ass and no more. You wouldn't want your ass to
stay  permanently puffed up and open like it is now... or would  you?"

There  was nothing, simply nothing I could say in response to the last part
of Mr.  Alderton's comments. Afterall, I'd had who knows what up my ass the
night before  and even I could understand the need to give it a rest for a few
days. But its  another thing to have somebody else tell you.

"Your mother and  father have sent along a few more articles of clothing. I
took the liberty of  having them hung in the closet already. At least you'll
have something clean and  fresh to put on tomorrow morning", Mr. Alderton said
in a more subdued voice.  "I'll stop by and get your bath water running for
you, and then I've got to get  back to the testing."

As he walked down the hall and pushed the  bathroom door open, I went to the
closet to see what `extra clothes' my folks  had sent along.

There must have been some kind of mistake on  somebody's part. These weren't
my clothes. Maybe they belonged to a slave or  somebody else but they
certainly weren't mine. I decided not to make a fuss  about it now, but for sure I'd
say something to Mr. Alderton before bed  time.

Since I heard the water running in the tub, I opted for a  speedy trot down
the hall towards what I hoped was a relaxing bath. I hadn't  gone into the
bathroom yet, but already I could see the bare flesh of a slave  kneeling; facing
towards the tub, with his beautiful globes staring me right in  the face. At
first I thought that, from where I was standing, the slave looked  familiar.

It took three more steps to realize that the slave  kneeling in the bathroom,
was the same slave my dad brought home with us the  night after I'd had my `
physical' examination. Fond memories flooded my thought  process as I gently
raised the slave's head off of the floor. His eagerness to  please me, was only
superseded by the smile on his face.

I  instantly placed my hands under his arms and lifted him off the floor;
grabbing  him about the waist and planting an enormous tongue probing kiss in his
 mouth.

I eased us apart, and watched, as the slave cast his eyes up  and down my
body; slowly loosing his smile, as his face changed to one of  bewilderment.

"It's okay slave. I'm granting you permission to  speak freely here in the
bathroom", I said; trying my best to sound upbeat and  jubilant.

"But Sir, is it really you?", he asked. "Sir looks so  different now. Sir
almost looks like any other slave."

"It's  alright. It is a long story, which I probably don't have time to
explain it all  to you right now, but I will; I promise", I responded.

The water  was still blasting out from the spigot, as the slave began pouring
a combination  of oils and soap into the tub; instantly bringing hoards of
bubbles to the  surface.


I eased myself into the tub, feeling the rush of  warm water and bubbles
encase my body. To put it mildly; it felt great. The oil  smelled of peppermint
and clove; which somehow seemed to begin erasing the  events from the last two
days. All I wanted to do, for the moment was to close  my eyes and relax; but
something grabbed at my inner being, pulling me in a  completely different
direction.

I ordered the slave to join me in  the lavish tub, with him more or less
straddling over my legs. Reaching up I  began rubbing his pert beautiful nipples
as if they were my `prize' for the  night. My cock began to respond, as did
his; as he began adjusting himself so  that his cock was quite close to my face.

I guess it must have  been from the single night we'd spent together; with
the slave remembering my  thirst in wanting to suck his cock. He was never so
more right, than this very  moment; as he continued leaning forward pressing his
cock against my  lips.

I began to suck and work my tongue on his dick, lost in total  abandon;
caring nothing of my job or the world, as I worshiped the shaft of man  flesh, now
deep within my mouth. I finally felt the smooth skin of his pubic  region, the
moment that the slave's cock made it into my throat. I allowed my  throat
muscles to massage the cock, as I moved my hands up and down the slave's  body;
becoming totally absorbed with what I was doing. The smell of the slave
filtered through the scent of the oils and soap; bringing flashbacks racing  through
my head.

As my hands found their way to the slave's  scrotum, my brain reacted to the
first time I had felt his balls. It was  sensuous, yet strange; that first
night with this slave, especially since it was  just down the hall from my
parents bedroom.

This time however, I  was free or at least felt free to do with this slave as
I saw fit: Afterall, I  had learned much over the last week and a half and I
wasn't about to let my new  found world fade to just a distant memory.

I could detect the  slave's testicles begin to draw tighter, up against his
groin; and I knew that  his orgasm was just moments away. I didn't want him to
dump his seed in my  mouth, just yet; so I eased my mouth from his cock while
increasing the pressure  on his balls, and it seemed to have the desired
effect.

My own dick  needed servicing and I wasn't about to settle for spanking the
monkey; yet, I  didn't want to have the slave do anything that would ruin the
plans I was  formulating for later in the evening.

I quickly spoke to the slave,  ordering him to start bathing my body. I was
amazed at his desire to serve with  so much diligence. It too, reminded me of
how he washed my body in the shower  just a few short weeks ago.

I heard him gasp, after I'd turned over  onto my hands and knees so that he
could administer his gentle cleaning of my  ass. "Oh master, your butt looks
like you were hung out for everybody to mount  you. It must have caused you
great pain master. I'll be gentle master, I  promise", said the slave with a tone
of empathy in his voice.

I  purposely did not respond to his comments. I wanted to remain in that `
space'  where a man's mind is focused on his sexual awareness such as mine at
the moment  in question.

I managed to summon each and every time that my ass  had been assailed. Most,
if not all, the mountings were memorable to say the  very least. I re-visited
the time when I eased myself down onto the cock of the  slave named 616, from
Windy Hills. That was probably my most memorable fuck,  just for the fact
that it was when I lost my virginity. The visions of the time  spent with Jordan
and John Henry became vivid in my mind. I even felt secure  thinking about and
reliving the few occasions when I was fisted. Not even in  college had we
learned about such things. I was going to have to find some way  in which to
enlighten the college kids on the wonders of the human body and just  how willing
the body is in accepting things which might have seemed distant and
impossible.

I was about to tell the slave that he'd done a good and  thorough job, when
Mr. Alderton appeared in the door way. "Kevin, we have some  things to talk
about; so if you wouldn't mind stepping out of the tub and drying  off; we can
begin our discussion."

The two of us climbed out and  without thinking, I grabbed the towel and
began drying myself off. I didn't  think, and that's all there was to it. I
should have thought, but I didn't; and  in Mr. Alderton's mind, I was acting more
like a submissive than a free  man.

I followed him into the main living area, of the complex space  of rooms and
was instructed to sit in one of the chairs facing towards the  television, yet
with a substantial view of part of the town below. Mr. Alderton  sat on the
sofa, where I noticed a folder sitting on the coffee  table.

I waited, for what seemed an eternity, before Mr. Alderton  began speaking.
While waiting, I continued to find droplets of water on places  like my legs
and under my arms; so I kept on dabbing them off with the towel,  keeping myself
totally exposed to Mr. Alderton. It's not like it was the first  time he'd
seen me naked. I must admit that the towering structure of this man,  somehow
made me feel very much at ease; not to mention  safe.

"Kevin, I almost don't know where to begin" Mr. Alderton  began. "I suppose
the first thing to say is that the preliminary results of your  urine test
came back showing high concentrations of an ultra modern mind  altering drug,
known in the slave trade simply as "conversion". It has the  ability to seek
out the parts of a person's brain which in some manner  demonstrate his or her
ability to either be a domineering individual or even a  more relaxed and
passive person. Which ever the case may be, the drug seems to  have the ability to
heighten, or enhance those traits within the  person."

"Are you saying that this fancy new drug can actually make  a mean person
even meaner?" I asked with sincerity.

"Well I suppose  it would, but from all of the studies to date, it has only
been tested and used  on enslaved individuals. It seems that everyone wants to
use the drug to help  determine the likelihood on whether or not a person will
fall into place in his  new world of being a slave. You see, Kevin, if and
when the drug is used  properly it can afford a slave owner with the ability of
seeing in which  direction the enslaved individual needs to be trained and
monitored. Let's say  for instance... a young buck gets enslaved by some judge and
all his life the boy  has had a strong desire to mate with a female. When
given the drug, the slave  may or may not display other hidden tendencies which
might lean his training to  a more subtle method of learning his new place in
life. He could eventually find  himself enslaved at such a place as Windy
Hills, or way the hell down in Austin  Texas, getting his cock pumped by a machine
eighteen hours a day. On the other  hand, he might just find himself flat on
his back getting a big old dick slammed  up his ass. The drug is currently the
best new option to hasten the training of  a lot of the newer slaves. It has
yet to be granted the `seal of approval' but  that's just going to be a
formality."

There wasn't much I could do  or say. All I was able to accomplish was to
remain seated, looking at Mr.  Alderton as he continued. I was starting to get
the feeling that this `talk' of  his, was more like a college lecture; which in
it's own way was okay with  me.

"But used for the wrong reasons, the drug can and normally does  create more
problems for some slave owners and slave trainers. Let's take you  for
instance. From what we've learned so far, you have been given a total of  four highly
enriched doses of the drug; which by all practical standards is far  to much.
The biggest problem with the amount you've been given, is that it will
remain in your system for at least another seven days. The drug is only meant to
last about forty eight hours for a single, standard dose. However, since you
have ingested an unspeakable amount, the best of my estimates show you'll have
some lingering effects for the next seven to ten days. I'm not so sure that
you'll be wanting to go back there tomorrow and chance having them give you
more."

"No Sir, I would hope not Sir", I replied in all  honesty.

"The other thing I need to tell you, solely on the direct  orders from your
mother and father is that in every business, even ours, there  are spies and
informants. Thankfully, we had already been apprised of your  situation long
before we even received the video of your `performance'.

All aghast I blurted out "You mean that somebody has been telling  my dad
everything that has been going on? Who, tell me who!"

"The  `who' is not important Kevin. Just be thankful that we had someone
watching out  for you and your father's interest. The main thing is that you're
alright and no  real harm or damage has come of it", Mr. Alderton said in a
rather gruff  voice.

The real problem is in us finding out, who in our  organization, has leaked
certain information about you. All of our employee  records are kept
confidential and somehow, someone, has leaked certain things  about you, to these
gentlemen and it is quite apparent that they've used that  information; not only for
financial gain but also to enhance their own sexual  gratification. Not that
sex is bad, but when it comes to corporate people  deceiving other corporate
people, we take that very seriously. Unfortunately, we  just might have to pull
our person out of this town and relocate him or her to  another place. All of
that takes time and money. Least of all, your father has  his doubts about
whether to return you to your internship. He may decide to cut  this stop short
and send you on your way; but knowing how things work, your  reputation as
being... well... `agreeable' just might have already been spread  throughout the
industry, which could put you at further risk."

I  was astonished to find out that there was some sort of `file' on me; not
to  mention that something in the file apparently had indicated that I was
suitable  to being dominated by others. My thought process began reeling, trying
to figure  out who was the `mole' here and who it was that `leaked'
information about me  from back at the main office.

"Kevin, it's like your father always  tells his employees when they learned
something the hard way. Consider it just  another `lesson in time'; and that
way you will learn and benefit from it. It's  not your fault that any of this
has happened. It is just a circumstance that we  will all have to work
together to solve", Mr. Alderton said; apparently noting  the change in my facial
expression.

Once again I found myself  without a single word to say, which shouldn't have
been the case; but thankfully  the slave entered the room on his hands and
knees which distracted the two of us  for a brief moment.

I was so enthralled at the way the slave had  been trained. Not only did he
appear to know his place, but he also knew how to  react to different
situations.

His first instinct was to crawl  over to Mr. Alderton and kiss the tops of
his shoes; after which he crawled  around the coffee table and kissed the tops
of my bare feet. I found that, just  that much, to set this particular slave
apart from all the rest.

Then shockingly enough, the slave rose and placed his lips against  the head
of my cock. Not that I minded, but to do such a thing in front of Mr.
Alderton seemed a bit much for me.

"I can see by the expression on  your face Kevin, that the slave's actions
have startled you somewhat. It is  normal for such a slave, trained in the art
of pleasing a free man, that as soon  as he sees an exposed penis; his job is
to suckle the cock until such time as  his mouth is no longer required", Mr.
Alderton said with a  smile.

The slave had already began to suck my dick by the time Mr.  Alderton had
finished the last sentence. The slave was a pro, and I wondered if  the slave was
actually gay or had he just been trained this way. Nonetheless I  found his
manipulations quite exquisite; which brought my cock to full  attention. Mr.
Alderton continued speaking, as if this was just a normal  everyday occurrence
in his world.

"I called your father at home,  just as soon as my initial test results were
in and he wasn't too happy to say  the least. He mentioned that he was going
to discuss this with your mother and  then he's to call me back. I'm sure that
there's nothing to worry about Kevin,  as I feel that your parents have your
best interest at  heart."

"Thank you Mr. Alderton. Your words are most comforting", I  said in a
pleasant tone. "I really do feel a bit uncomfortable having this slave  suckle my
dick while in your presence though."

"Kevin, Kevin... Have  you forgotten that we spent the better part of an
afternoon together? Do you not  think that the way you acted and the way you looked
around my office that I  didn't pick up on a few things?  Having a slave suck
your cock should just  be a natural occurrence for you by now. A free man
should never feel out of  place, any where, when he's getting a blowjob."

I hadn't planned on  any of this happening. I wanted to save myself for the
bed. I needed to withhold  my sperm until I was alone with the slave. I didn't
want Mr. Alderton to see  just how much I was enjoying the blowjob, but there
was little or nothing I  could do about it now.

"Mr. Alderton, why is it that my brain keeps  bouncing from one thing to
another? I never used to have this problem but lately  my mind goes from one thing
to another without stopping. Like, why is it that  since I've been traveling
all I can think about is working for my father, doing  what is right in his
eyes. I hardly think about my friends or anything else  except for this job. It'
s become more like a sexual experience more than  anything else. I know that
all this sounds funny, but it is something that  really plays hard on my mind.
Like, well... take my sister, for instance. I know  what's going on with her
and I'm happy. Why am I happy? Shouldn't I be upset  with my parents for
placing her in the program for the whole summer? And me,  what about me? Why is it
that I'm so hell bent on filling my days with sex  instead of concentrating on
my job more? Why is it that I'm not focusing on my  assignment? I'm supposed
to be out, traveling around, gaining a wealth of  knowledge about the slave
industry and all. But, every place I go to, I seem to  end up being involved in
something else.?

"Kevin, I can see how and  why you are bewildered, but it isn't anything
that you are doing incorrectly.  Our industry has many, many, facets. I feel as
if you might be trying to please  people to fast and to hard. You perhaps just
need to slow down and learn to  accept, first of all, who you are and what you
are. Then and only then should  you incorporate your feelings into your work.
What sense is there to doing a job  for your father, if you don't fully come
to terms with the complete  understanding of slavery. How can you be of
benefit to him and yourself if  you've not seen and experienced what it is that you
are learning, You could  improve your skills, learn to be more accepting of
others and their  needs."

"Are you saying that even you have done the things that  I've done?"

"No Kevin, I'm not saying that at all. What I'm saying  is that... well... your
mom and dad told me that you admitted to being gay. And I'm  guessing that
your experience with other males has been very limited up until  now. So you see
Kevin, in a way... you have involved yourself in a `crash course'  on
homosexuality. Not only are you trying to do your job, but you are also  learning more
and more about male sexuality, YOUR sexuality. It is so obvious,  now more
than ever, that my initial impression of you was right on the  money."

"You mean, you knew or thought you knew that I was gay?" I  hurriedly asked.

"Yes Kevin. A man in my position has a good sense  of things like that. And,
do you remember your interview with Mr.Carter? Well,  he was the one asking
you all sorts of questions about yourself and your family.  He asked about your
schooling and your dreams and desires."

"Yes  Sir, I remember him. He was quite nice", I answered.

"Mr. Carter is  the company shrink. It's his job to not only interview
potential employees but  also to analyze certain new slaves which we have around
the offices", Mr.  Alderton said rather sullenly.

"Oh, I wasn't aware of that. But  he's still a nice man. He was most polite
with me", I replied.

I  watched as Mr. Alderton flipped open the folder on the coffee table. "
Kevin,  here in this folder is a brief synopsis of Mr. Carter's evaluation of you.
Would  you like me to read it to you?"

"Yes Sir, I'd like that very much.  I'm sure that there is some good
information in it that will probably help my  dad and lord knows that my parents
might just need the added help, now that they  both know I'm gay and all."

It remained weird, talking with Mr.  Alderton while the slave was making love
to my cock with his mouth; but with me  paying much attention to Mr. Alderton'
s every word it was postponing my climatic  orgasm.

Mr. Alderton had just taken the folder in hand, adjusted  himself to be more
comfortable on the sofa, when the phone  rang.

"Dammit all to hell!" He yelled.

Mr. Alderton  moved over to the desk to answer the phone on the forth ring,
tossing the folder  down with a thud.

"Yes Sir, he's right here Sir", Mr. Alderton said  quite politely. "Yes
Sir, I will Sir" he said.

As I turned towards  Mr. Alderton, I heard a couple of clicks and soon
discovered that he'd put us on  the `conference' feature of the phone. I eased the
slave's head off of my cock  upon seeing Mr. Alderton motioning for me to get
up and join  him.

"Hi Dad", I said rather excitedly.

"Hello son",  he replied. I'm glad that you are with Mr. Alderton instead of
being out at the  slave center. I have a few things I need to say to you and
to Mr. Alderton; and  then Kevin your mother wishes to have a few words with
you as  well."

"Yes Sir" I replied.

Dad began speaking in a  calm voice. It started out with some praises being
handed me for my good reports  from the time spent at Windy Hills. While dad
was talking I looked back at the  slave, who was now just kneeling right where I'
d left him.

Turning  back towards Mr. Alderton, I saw his right hand tugging at his
zipper. I was  mesmerized by his actions, all the while listening to my father
talking.

Dad began asking Mr. Alderton a series of questions which  Mr. Alderton
quickly had answers for.

The next thing I know, Mr.  Alderton had pulled his cock free of his pants
and undies and was slowly  stroking it. It was a magnificent piece of flesh, to
say the very  least.

My brain snapped or something; as the next thing I know, I'm  on my knees
with Mr. Alderton's cock in my mouth; and both of his hands are  gently massaging
the top of my stubbly haired head.

I don't know  the when or why, but the only thing I heard was, "Kevin, what
do you think about  that suggestion?"

"Sorry Sir, but Kevin seems unable at the moment  to respond to your question
Sir", Mr. Alderton answered.

"No  matter", my father responded. "I'll just move on to the next topic and
we can  come back to Kevin when he's finished doing what it is that he's
doing."


To Be Continued...