Date: Mon, 5 Mar 2007 07:32:34 EST
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: a lesson in time part 31

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A Lesson In  Time, Chapter Thirty  One


For whatever made me lunge for Mr. Alderton's cock, also sent me reeling back
to  reality. I pulled my face away from his body, allowing his still rigid
cock to  flop up against his stomach. I'm most certain that my sudden and
unexpected  rejection of his dick, caught Mr. Alderton off  guard.

I  leaned backwards, resting my butt atop the heels of my feet; looking up at
Mr.  Alderton and towards the speaker phone, in one continuous  motion.

"Now, I'm not exactly sure of the time of our arrival tomorrow, but I'm
hoping  to get there very early", I heard my father say, as I began to realize
that I'd  missed a lot of the two way conversation. "I have already alerted my
evaluation  and procurement team, and they should be aboard by seven a.  m."

"Yes  Sir, I understand fully and I'm sure that everything will be such as
we suspect  it is. I don't foresee any problems with them, but I can handle any
physical  altercation, if one should arise Sir", Mr. Alderton said in more or
less a  subjugated  voice.

"Oh  and Kevin" my father said; "one more thing that you should know; is
that your  mother will be accompanying me on the  trip."

"That's great news dad", I said trying not to let him think that I hadn't
heard  the previous parts of the  conversation.

"Kevin, the one thing that I need you to understand fully along with
believing  me when I tell you that; the drugs you've been given will not, I repeat,
will  NOT be fully dispensed from your body for a good seven days. Unfortunately
you  might find yourself suddenly becoming more of a submissive slave for no
apparent  reason. Just like, in reverse, you'll suddenly snap out of it and
wonder what  and why you are doing, or did what you  did."

"Yes  Sir, I understand dad", I  replied

"Good, so now while it's still fresh in our minds; let's all review
tomorrows  plans", dad said with a sudden change to his  voice.

I  looked up towards Mr. Alderton, who was staring down at me with a huge
grin on  his face.

"Well Sir, if I might", began Mr. Alderton. "One such occurrence has just
happened and Kevin may or may not have been in a mind to understand what we've
been discussing so it will benefit him greatly to go over it again. I'll be
more  than happy to fill in any blanks he may have; while we eat dinner in a
bit".

"Very  well then, let us not waste time", my father said; still with his
authoritative  voice. "First thing we're going to do is to confront the two
gentlemen with the  evidence which we currently have. Then I shall suggest that
the two of them and  myself should discuss the matter further, in private. That'
s when you and my  team begin your physical inspection of the property and
their current listings  of ALL slaves. I'll expect you to be thorough and
diligent in the inspection. I  don't want anything overlooked, as this is going to
probably set the company  back a great deal of money; at least for the first
year or  two."

"Sir,  Mr. Latimore, I totally understand Sir", responded Mr.  Alderton.

"And you need to make sure that this Shaun fella accompanies you also", dad
said; sounding a bit uneasy. "And Kevin, you and I have to have a man to man
talk about the two slaves you reported on when he sent your email to Ms.
Mudfart. I think there is something that you might want to tell me and there is
also something I need to mention as  well."

"Okay  dad, I understand", I said  somberly.

"I  have already made a few phone calls prior to calling you; and I've set
in motion  the replacements we'll need. I was hoping that this wasn't going to
come to this  point; but circumstances have now overflowed to a degree where
I have no choice  in the matter", dad  said.

"Oh  and Kevin, I think; tomorrow while the shit is hitting the fan, that you
and  your mother pick up that laptop computer Ms. Mudfart has waiting there
for you.  It's probably better anyway if the two of you aren't around, just in
case the  situation turns a bit  nasty."

"Yes  Sir, thanks dad", I said  jubilantly.

"I'm pretty confident that once the smoke clears tomorrow, that we won't
have to  say there past two full days; so let's all hope and say a prayer that
things  work out for the  best."

"Okay  dad, I'll be sure to keep positive thoughts for everybody. Oh, and
dad, is all  of this mess something that I did wrong?" I  asked.

"No  Kevin, it's not your fault. I'm not sure who should shoulder all of the
blame,  but that's of little importance at this junction in the road. It will
all come  out in the wash, and even if it doesn't I'm positive that everyone
involved will  get their due compensation. This is just one of those `bumps'
in the road that  from time to time need to be addressed. Some people work
and play within the  rules while others find that greed pushes them over the edge
", dad said in a  rather nice fatherly  voice.

"Well  that makes me feel a lot better since you put it that way dad", I
said with a  smile starting to finally appear on my  face.

"Then  it's all over but the crying", dad said  laughingly

"One would think so", responded Mr.  Alderton.

"Kevin, your mother said she'd wait until tomorrow to speak with you, since
you  men haven't yet had your supper", dad  said.

"Okay  dad, thanks mom; I can't wait to see you guys tomorrow. You don't
know how much  I've missed you", I said in a rather upbeat  voice.

"Tomorrow then", And the phone went  dead.

Still  on the floor, I once again turned towards Mr. Alderton. His cock had
gone limp;  as it just dangled there between the two components of his zipper.
I could see  the curly brown pubic hairs protruding from the opening in his
undies; and that  was nearly enough to make me want to suckle him some more, but
unfortunately he  noticed my eyes and swiftly tucked his appendage back
behind the  zipper.

"Let's go see what this place has in the way of food and room service", Mr.
Alderton said in a non-menacing  voice.

The  two of us scanned to menu and decided on what to have for supper. Mr.
Alderton  made sure not to forget his slave's meal. I was, however, surprised
when he  ordered mine to arrive in a bowl; the same as the slave's. "And please
add two  slave desserts for my boys, they've earned it", Mr. Alderton
politely  requested.

"Sorry about that Kevin, but since you seem to still be struggling with the
medications; I thought it best to have you eat like a proper slave. It's still
 the food you wanted, just that it will all be ground up to a nice paste, all
in  one mouth-watering dish. I'm sure that you can understand it, from my
perspective. It's not often that I dine with interns or slaves; so my initial
response is to eat alone while others eat  properly."

"I'm not sure that I understand, but I'll defer to your judgment on such
matters, this time", I replied with a bit of discord embedded in my  words.

While  we waited for our food, Mr. Alderton reviewed tomorrow's plans; which
still lay  fresh in my memory. It was reassuring to hear him say that `I'd be
spared some  anguish by being with mom for a little bit'. However, he made
sure that I  understood that in no way was I to even give the slightest hint
that something  was about to happen and that I'd do best if I was to go upstairs
to the guest  room and complete any unfinished reports that I had  left.

By the  time our meals arrived, I'm sure that all three of us were famished.
Even with  everything all blended together and I had to kneel down and eat
like a puppy;  the experience was totally awesome, not to mention most welcome. I
must have  gone into one of those moods that everybody tells me about,
because I honestly  felt comfortable eating alongside of the slave; even if both of
our butts shone  brightly upwards in Mr. Alderton's  direction.

Our slave dessert, initially, made me hesitant. It was served in the same
type  of bottle that I'd sucked on before... the one with all the drugs mixed in.
With a  bit of reluctance, I only began consuming my dessert after watching
the slave  for a few minute; and he seemed alright.

The dessert  was cool, and a rather thick substance; which I quickly as
sociated with melted  ice cream. It was also very delicious. I tried to see if I
could taste anything  other than the intended dessert, but all seemed  proper.

It  wasn't long afterward, that the room service slave returned to pick up
the  serving cart. He was like a Greek God, of sorts; although he still had
pubic  hair and a mop of hair on his head. His cock was as stiff as a board, which
Mr.  Alderton not only fondled, but he also stroked it just long enough to
produce a  few droplets of pre-ejaculate.

After the  room service slave left, Mr. Alderton went over and opened up one
of the leather  cases by the desk.

"I took the  opportunity to burn this dvd from the video Doc and Frank sent
out this  morning", he began with a grin; "I don't suppose you've had time
yet to watch  it, so how about we all gather around to see what it is that has
created all the  turmoil with your mom and  dad."

All I  could do was to say, "I'm not really interested in seeing myself in
some graphic  porno  flick,"

Mr.  Alderton paid me no attention, as he pranced his way over to the big
screen and  slid the disk onto the play tray. He proceeded to park himself on the
wide  leather recliner, as he picked up the remote  control.

"You can sit here with me", he said. "They make these recliners big enough
for  two now a  days."

"No  thanks, I guess I'll sit on the sofa", I said with an embarrassed
emotion in my  voice.

I  hadn't been sitting but for a minute, and the slave was once again sucking
my  cock.  Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Mr. Alderton taking more
than just a casual glance in my direction.

Astonishingly enough, the combination of having my dick serviced along with
watching the porno flick really heightened my sexual desires to an all time
high.

I was  not only holding the slave's ears; I was also slowly moving my hips
back and  forth, as I apparently was getting into the identical motions which
were playing  out on the  screen.

When  Shaun began to moan aloud, I began to feel my own sperm begin to surge
its way  up my cock.  When Shaun impaled his entire cock up my ass, I too shot
my  wad down the slaves  throat.

"I  was wondering if you'd like this part", Mr. Alderton said with a
chuckle.

My  torso was covered with sweat, as the slave continued to manipulate my
cock with  his tongue; sending wave after wave of aftershocks to my  brain.

I sat  there, totally exhausted from the orgasm; but unable to relinquish my
focus from  the television screen.

Jordan was  now on his knees sucking out all of Shaun's sperm, while the
slave was sliding  his hand underneath me; trying his best to find my rosebud with
his fingers.

I raised  myself up off the sofa just long enough for the slave to slip two
fingers inside  my ass. As he began to move the fingers around, another scene
began to unfold on  the screen.

Situation after situation passed before my very own eyes. With each situation
on  the screen, the slave found yet another way to pacify my burning need for
more  sexual  foreplay.

Not once did the slave withdraw his fingers from my ass. But the sometimes
tender kisses to my nipples, followed by a very obscure nibble, began to once
again heighten the excitement of my very own dick. All I could do, was to `
hold  on for the ride'; as the slave made every attempt to satisfy  me.

I was on  my back, strapped down to what looked like an identical bench; just
like the one  in the pony barn. My head was lower than my ass, but not by
much; when I  witnessed Shaun leading a horse next to  me.

My brain  was trying to tell me that what I was watching was really real; but
there was  some part of me that continued to deny the facts. I could only
imagine what was  to come next; and I didn't want to see  it.

Something inside of me caused me to push the slave to the floor. The two of
us  wrestled around for a minute, before I found myself laying flat on the
carpet  with the slave straddling me,  backwards.

As he lowered his face to my cock, he also lowered himself down to my face;
whereby I eagerly accepted his cock. Once or twice I rolled my eyes back
towards  the television screen, only to see the horse now straddling my body, with
my  head quite close to the elongated rigid prick of the  stallion.

While the two of us continued our oral gratifications, Mr. Alderton had
gotten  up from his chair and after repositioning my legs began to ease a small
amount  of grease into my  ass.

It felt  good... no... it felt great! I could feel him slide one, then two
fingers up inside  of me; which did nothing more than to make me suck the slaves
cock that much  harder and with ten times more  fervor.

I  found myself bucking slowly into Mr. Alderton's fingers; as another and
another  worked their way into my swollen anal lips. The sensation of pressure
being  placed against my body told me that he was ready to make his final push;
to  plant his entire fist inside of my  body.

I  obliged, and with a little additional relaxing and controlled breathing, I
felt  his hand slip every so easily into my ass. I was unaware of anything
else, just  as long as this one overwhelming sensation wouldn't  stop.

This  wasn't the first ass that Mr. Alderton had ever fisted. Just by the way
he moved  his wrist and fingers told me that he was a pro at  it.

One of  the two began to massage my nuts; while I continued to be in the
throws of this  sexual frenzy. I reciprocated by finding the slaves scrotum and
began working  his two orbs ever so gently between my fingers.

It wasn't  long, before there were two cocks completely embedded into two
mouths.

Mr.  Alderton continued with his efforts to impale even more of his arm up my
ass. I  could actually feel him cup his fingers together as more of his arm
worked  diligently up my  ass.

I heard  the roar of laughter and the rapid fire applause emanating from the
television.  I didn't need to look just to see what was happening. Instead, I
placed all of  my concentration on the cock in my mouth and quickly brought
the slave to a full  quaking orgasm. Mine followed just seconds behind and the
slave rolled off of  me, totally  exhausted.

After the two of us had recovered, I got up onto my finger tips and toes;
while  Mr. Alderton maintained his position behind me with his forearm still
gently  embedded up my  butt.

I  crawled slowly to my bedroom, Mr. Alderton carefully guiding my movements
with  arm. The silence continued, as if they were some unwritten rule about
anyone  speaking.

My body movements did little to dull the constant pleasure and ecstasy I was
feeling. If only these feelings and emotions could continue forever (so I
hoped). Once in the bedroom, things seemed to change along with a more quickened
 pace.

"You  should find a diaper in one of the dressers", Mr. Alderton said,
speaking to the  slave. I could hear the drawer slide open and slam shut; as Mr.
Alderton slowly  began removing his hand from my ass.

"Kevin",  Mr. Alderton said, awakening me back to the present; "The diaper
is for your  nightly protection. I wouldn't want you to wake up in the middle
of the night  and suffer through one of your episodes. So I feel it's best if
we just keep you  in bed until the  morning."

I  may not have liked what I'd just heard, but I knew from previous times,
that Mr.  Alderton knew a hell a lot more about these things than I did. At
least he was  on my side, looking out for my best interest. He did nothing wrong
or immoral  when I had to shed my clothes and my soul in front of him back at
dad's office;  so there wasn't any need to question his judgment  now.

I  probably should have expected to discover the rubber sheet beneath the
bedspread. I didn't expect the slave to treat me like a newborn infant  though.

The  slave wiped my behind, and applied a copious amount of powder to my ass
and  crotch; before he slid the cloth diaper beneath my bum. As if he'd done
this a  thousand times, the diaper was quickly put into place, including the
use of  large diaper safety pins. After which, the slave reached under the bed
and  produced the four iron cuffs and chains with which to secure me for the
night.

His  last duty for the evening was to bring a large plastic pan, filled with
warm  water to the nightstand and use it to give me a sponge bath. He paid
close  attention to my face and chest, unlike anything I'd ever been exposed to.
The  slave's face lit up the room, as if he too was enjoying his duty. My cock
 stirred beneath the diaper as the slave gently washed my nipples and nipple
rings. I wasn't really sure where Mr. Alderton had gone off to, but his
absence  wasn't wasted on feeling the least bit lonely. His soft hands and warm
cloth  washed my feet in such a way as I almost thought he might be worshiping
them.

"Sleep  well Sir", the slave said, just prior to kissing my  forehead.

"Thank you boy", I responded, as I tried to return his affection, but
failed.

As  the slave exited, Mr. Alderton came in. "Let's see if you can swallow
these  pills. They should help you sleep soundly; keeping in mind your busy
schedule  for  tomorrow."

I  could only raise my head just a few inches off the mattress, but I was
able to  get the pills to lay on my tongue. "Did you bring something to wash them
down  with", I  asked.

"Just  this little bit of leftover dessert from dinner", he  replied.

Mr.  Alderton placed the imitation cock into my mouth and I began sucking the
liquid  from the  bottle.

I  drained the contents of the bottle to Mr. Alderton's amazement. "I fear
you may  have swallowed too much Kevin. It just might have you wanting to get
up and pee  during the night. But, I guess we've got that base covered for  now.
"

I  smiled at his comment, as he sat on the bed next to me. "I just want you
to  understand that tomorrow is going to be a long and difficult day for your
father. In the morning when we return to the center, I'm expecting you to act
as  if nothing is wrong and in no way are you to give any hint of something to
 happen. I want you to just act the way you've been acting when you're
around the  men and other slaves. It will be best if you act like you have been
acting the  last couple of days, simply for the reason that if they see a sudden
change in  your attitude or behavior they just might get the feeling that you
know  something that they don't. I know you can pull it off until your father
and  mother arrive. Then after that, it's up to the grown ups to `take care
of  business'.

"Yes Sir", I  mumbled.

"Good, now I know that it's not to late, but I think you could use the rest;
 especially after what you've been through the last couple of days. Oh, and
our  little escaped here this evening is just between the three of us, and
nobody  else.  Understand?"

"Yep, what goes on in here, stays in here", I said with a smile and a
giggle.

"Sleep well", Mr. Alderton said as he flipped off the lights and left me to
ponder my thoughts and  emotions.

As  I lay there thinking of my life as of late, I couldn't help but to relive
the  thoughts and deeds of days just past. The more I thought about the video
I  watched tonight, the hornier I became. One minute the video had repulsed
me, but  now, alone in the dark; the same video played over in my head, causing
me to  take delight in the scenes filled with raw, overt sex. I was even able
to couple  the video together with the three of us pleasuring one another. It
was all too  real. It was all too much to  comprehend.

I could only hope that my thoughts and instincts about Mr. Alderton were
true. I  just couldn't imagine him speaking any of this to my parents, especially
my  father. Alderton is one hot stud, even for a man of his age, and if I had
to do  it all over again; he'd be the one I'd choose to fist  me.

More and  more thoughts and visions filled my head, as I started not only to
get sleepy  but also to feel that urge, that unabashed desire, that savage
want, for more  sex.

The  idea of me being confined to bed while two able bodied males were just
down the  hall, having fun didn't do much for my morale. There were times when
everything  was quiet and then just the opposite occurred. Yells and screams,
followed by  the slave begging, seemed to go on for quite some time.

I managed  to finally fall into a deep sleep, almost comatose, as even my
brain seemed to  have been  exhausted.

I  awoke to the lights being on in the room, the sounds of music coming from
somewhere and more importantly; the slave kneeling along side of the bed. His
 smile seemed to brighten the beginning of this day, like no other.

The slave  began his duties by removing the diaper and washing my groin and
butt saying  that I'd `dampened' myself during the night. He left me cuffed to
the bed; as I  sorta expected he would. All I could think about was the time
the two of us had  spent in my own bed back  home.

After  the slave was finished, he left me alone, which allowed me some time
to recount  my duties as an intern. I felt confident that my next report to Ms.
Mudfart  would be one that was filled with countless tidbits, but still
useful,  information.

I was  beginning to get excited about having my parents coming out. Even
though it had  only been about ten or eleven days; I still wanted to see them. I
knew that  today was going to be `special' in many ways and I was anxious to
be part of it.  There wasn't going to be a single thing, today, that would
cause me any reason  to say `no'. I wanted this day, of all days, to be one that
would show my father  that I was a dedicated employee of his company. As for
my mother, well, I still  had some reservations on what I'd have to do to
please her; but I knew that down  deep she has always loved me, even though at
times she didn't appear  to.

"Good  Morning Kevin", came the spry and cheerful words from Mr. Alderton. "
You slept  like a baby the whole night  through".

"Yes Sir, I sure did; and it was great", I said in return. "I must've
really  needed the rest. Seems like I didn't even dream anything last night either.
I  guess maybe it was the medicine you gave me that did the  trick."

"Well come along then", Mr. Alderton replied, as he began removing the iron
cuffs. "Breakfast has just arrived and we're all hungry. A hot cup of coffee
 will do you  good."

I  shook the blood back into my limbs as I stood up. Mr. Alderton seemed to
be in a  hurry, as he walked briskly from the bedroom.

I wanted to  put on some clothes before eating, but opted not to just because
I felt the need  for a good hot shower. The dining table was already laden
with fresh fruits and  cereals. The slave was obediently waiting for the two of
us to sit down, so that  he himself could begin eating his own slave  mush.

During  the breakfast meal, I took a considerable amount of time watching the
slave  eating from his bowl. I tried not to think of last night's meal, where
Mr.  Alderton had gotten not one but two naked asses staring up at him. It
all so  natural the way that the slave ate and licked his own face. There wasn't
the  least amount of hesitation on his part about eating slave mush, so I
guess he  had gotten accustomed to it over  time.

After  breakfast I was fortunate enough to be able to take a warm shower all
by myself.  It was pleasing for the most part, being able to wash myself; but
I also missed  the personal attention that a slave gives to a free man during
such activities.  I know, for a fact, that the one or two times I showered
with Jordan and John  Henry that even I enjoyed the feel of a body against mine,
as my hands moved  over each of theirs. It must be something about `doing for
others' that sets a  slave apart.

I enjoyed  my erection, while I soaped up my cock and balls. My cock even
began bouncing  while I gingerly washed my puckered ass lips. The temptation to
actually put my  own finger (s) inside my butt was to much for me. The feeling
of actually doing  such a thing, far outweighed any other thoughts that I `may'
 have had.   With two of my fingers playing around inside my ass; all I
wanted to think about  was last night's fisting session. It wasn't so much that it
was Mr. Alderton  doing it, but just the idea that a man can and does get so
much pleasure and  satisfaction from being on the receiving end of an  arm.

By the  time I was finished and had dried myself, Mr. Alderton was already
dressed for  the day and was waiting for me; as he sat on the  bed.

"Best  get dressed now Kevin, we don't want anyone to get suspicious now, do
we",  Alderton said with  conviction.

I stared blankly into my closet at the clothes, or better said, articles of
clothing that mom and dad had sent along. There must be some reason for this
type of non-traditional garb, that they wanted me to wear but I was quite
hesitant at first until Mr. Alderton re-assured me that all would be answered in
due time. Just by the tone of his voice, I knew that once again, I could
trust  him and my folks to know what is  right.

"Here, let me help you Kevin", Alderton said. "It might go easier and faster
if  I do."

I  grabbed the two hangers from the closet and made it over to the bed, where
by  now Mr. Alderton was standing tall, looking much the figure of a dominant
male,  a free male.

"First let's get this on", he said as he handed me what at first looked like
a  jockstrap.

"What are all these snaps in the front for?" I  asked.

"Those are used primarily for a master who wants to expose his slaves cock
and  balls. He just starts at the top and pulls straight down and the flap just
falls  off", came the  answer.

"Well, at least I like the leather feel against my skin. It's very soft", I
replied.

Next came the white sheer, nearly see through shorts. There wasn't much of an
 inseam, and the shorts almost snuggled up against the lower part of the
jockstrap thing. They felt tight against my butt, but it felt  good.

The  pullover shirt, was made of the same fabric; allowing me to see straight
 through. After I'd pulled it over my head and slipped my arms through the
non-existent sleeve part, I quickly noticed that it didn't even cover my belly
button; heck, it barely covered my upper chest.

"Here let  me help you with that", Alderton said, as he reached up and began
pulling my  left nipple ring through a small `button hole' in the jersey. "
This really does  make a boy look a hundred percent better if ya ask me."

After both  nipple rings were laying on the outside of the garment, I tried
to re-adjust the  jersey so that perhaps it would be a bit more comfortable on
my torso, even if  it didn't look all that great to  me.

"Time to  go" chirped Mr. Alderton, and I then realized that I was going to
have to walk  through the hotel lobby looking like a five dollar male  whore.

I  noticed that the slave was still naked and inquired as to his dress code,
to  which Mr. Alderton explained; "Slaves in Arkansas are allowed to be kept
naked  at all times, just as long as their masters follow the guidelines.  In
this  case, the slave will be taking my bags downstairs by using the rear
staircase  which leads to the side alley. Oh and not to worry... the slave has put
your  clothes from yesterday in with my  things."

"Oh, I didn't know that. I guess I'm learning something new already for
today.  Thanks!" I said in an excited  voice.

"No  more hotels for me this week", Alderton said, "One night in a place
like this is  one night to many, if ya ask  me",

"I know  what you mean Sir", I chuckled  aloud.

The  drive back was basically uneventful. Mr. Alderton reviewed the day's
activities  with me once more and I felt at ease with what was going to take place
... that is...  as much as I'd been told  anyway.

The  naked slave kept silent, as he rode in the back seat. Once or twice I
turned  towards him and smiled. I thought that it just might make him feel a
part of the  trio. He always returned my smile, with one of his own; but his
smile seemed to  be more than just a friendly smile. I wonder if he was smiling
that way because  he had feelings for me or  something.

As we turned off the main road, heading towards the main house; there seemed
to  be something quite wrong with what I'd known to be the `normal' around
here.

All  three of the slave barns had been emptied of their inhabitants, but none
of them  had gone off to work. All of the slaves were lined up in two rows,
alongside of  the driveway. They were all standing there with their hands on
top of their  heads, which reminded me of a picture I'd seen in one of my
history  books.

Mr.  Alderton slowed down as we drove passed them. "Looks like a fine crop of
lease  slaves if I say so myself. I'm sure that Frank and Doc have been
keeping  accurate records on their financial gains from all of that fine male
flesh."

I  kept silent, but looked at the rows of slaves; knowing full well that many
of  them had used me before as their urinal and `toy boy'. I prayed that
none of  that part of my trip would be  exposed.

"Will you look at that!" Mr. Alderton blatted out. "Looks like your folks
are  already  here."

I  turned back around and saw three large suv's.

"It won't  be long now, if I know how your father. He doesn't mince words
with anybody and  he's not about to start  now."

As we  approached the house, even the pony slaves were all assembled into
their own  group... each one of them attached to a cart, carriage or a wagon; all
in a  perfectly straight  line.

Directly behind the pony slaves, were the worker slaves. They too were lined
up  in two rows. They looked as if they'd just been brought up from their work
 detail... all dirty and  sweaty.

I  could see Shaun running around barking commands at the overseers, and he
didn't  look the least bit  happy.

As  our car came to a stop, right behind the last suv, I noticed a man in a
two  piece suit coming towards us.

"Don't  worry Kevin. Your father never travels without his own small
security team. Just  do what he says and don't argue with him. He has no idea who you
are and you  don't want to be the one to start the day off on the wrong foot,
now do  ya."

There  was a quick exchange of greetings between Mr. Alderton and the
security guy.

"Ok you two  faggot slaves, get the fuck out of the car now", the man yelled
at the slave and  myself; as he produced his own version of a small slave
prod.

Both  of us quickly jumped out of the car, and the slave immediately dropped
to his  knees, bowing his head and keeping his hands behind his neck.

I moved  towards Mr. Alderton, but was quickly brought to earth by a most
excruciating  jolt of electricity from the  prod.

Mr.  Latimore quickly explained to the man, that I wasn't a slave; but the
man had  already placed his hand held `chip scanner' between my legs and
noticed that in  fact I had a locator chip embedded against my prostate. He then
moved over to  the slave and verified his existence as  well.

"George, it's okay. Nothing to worry about. The one with clothes on is my
son."

"Kevin, are you alright?" came the voice of concern ... that being  mom.

I  pushed myself up, off of the ground; noticing that Shaun was making his
way  towards us. I didn't see Doc, Frank, the Housemaster or the housekeeper
anywhere.

Mom and dad both gave me a warm hug, and then they stood back to get a look
at  me in the clothes that they'd sent with  Alderton.

"I  didn't think you guys would be here this early, dad", I politely said.

"Well, I  told you that I'd try to get here as early as I could. Turns out
that `early'  was six this morning." He  replied.

"You men can talk things over with a nice cup of coffee and pastry. Come on
now,  let's not keep Doc and his lover waiting any more than they have too",
mom said  in more maternal  voice.

We  all followed her to the pool area, where Doc and Frank were sitting;
sullen  looks on their faces, behind stacks of what appeared to be financial
records and  slave  folders.

John Henry and Jordan were kneeling by the kitchen door, on the hard surface
of  the pool deck. They looked so beautiful that I almost wanted to run over
and  give them both a big hug and  kiss.

A tall  black slave appeared, coming out of the kitchen. He was carrying a
silver tray  with what looked like fine china cups and a sterling silver coffee
carafe.

"I  don't see the housekeeper or the Housemaster  dad?"

"No  son, you don't. They no longer work or live here."

To Be Continued...