Date: Sat, 31 Mar 2007 13:01:05 EDT
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: a lesson in time part 35

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A  Lesson In Time, Chapter Thirty  Five


I continued watching dad and Mr. Alderton move from cabinet to cabinet in the
 area of the barn that Shaun used for `inducting' the newly enslaved. I kept
on  thinking and reliving my time in this building. I could almost feel the
sting of  the paddle as it struck my fleshy butt, as my thoughts seemed to be
more real  than not.

Finally, I took the chance on asking them about the pony slave and was hoping
 that they'd hear me out; but it didn't turn out that way. I suppose my
feelings  towards the slave were way out of line, and I soon discovered my words
upset my  father more than I could have ever  imagined.

I  knew, after listening to dad for several minutes that my emotions had
gotten the  best of me; and that I should never have allowed myself to become
closely  involved with one of the slaves. A master, overseer or just a simple free
man,  should never allow a slave to control any situation... what so  ever.

I  guess the thing that struck me the hardest was when dad said something
along the  lines of `only another slave would subject himself to sticking his
neck out for  another slave'. It wasn't necessarily his words that affected me,
but perhaps it  was Mr. Alderton rubbing his hand over his own crotch that
struck me as odd;  until I noticed that he was apparently `sexually' excited
over hearing my father  chastise me.

I lowered my head out of embarrassment. All I could think about at the
moment,  was that I'd shamed myself not only to my father but in front of one of his
 employees. After all the years of living in a house with two slaves, one
would  have thought that I knew better; but obviously I hadn't learned enough,
yet.

Dad was  still fuming, when his cellphone rang. It was mom, calling from
town; and it  seemed to at least partially sooth some of dad's anger away. There
was a lot of  the typical parent talk back and forth before it turned to what
dad and others  were doing. It finally had gotten to where there wasn't much to
talk about until  dad brought up the subject of my stupidity. After less than
a minute later, the  conversation ended with dad stuffing his phone back into
his pants  pocket.

"Son, your mother is more upset with you about how you've apparently not
listened and witnessed how slaves are to be handled, than I am", dad said with a
 subdued sense of hostility in his voice. "Ten or twenty one years old, your
mother has asked that you receive some form of punishment for your  stupidity.
"

Needless to say, I was shocked beyond belief; but I should have anticipated
mom's reaction, just because she always dramatized even the smallest of
infractions around the house. I was beginning to see why my brother left home  when
he did.

Dad started off again, just as if I was, indeed, a slave. "Now tell me son..
everything you know about discipline and restitution. I'm sure you haven't
forgotten that, or at least I hope you  haven't".

I  thought, for a moment or two before answering dad's question; which gave
me  enough time to see Mr. Alderton beaming from ear to  ear.

"Punishment and restitution are two things that go hand in hand. The
punishment  should and must fit the offense and the restitution should be made from
the  person's heart in order that he or she can demonstrate their desire to make
 amends. All punishments should be received as a gift from the giver, as it
is  proper that one understands the need to be shown the error of one's ways",
I  said in such a way as if I might be spared some stupid punishment and
silly  restitution.

Dad didn't say a word; he only pointed to a spot on the floor where he wanted
me  to stand. Mr. Alderton was now moving closer and closer to me; which I
knew  wasn't a good  sign.

"Your  mother feels that a spanking is out of the question and I'm inclined
to agree  with her. You'll just have to understand that this punishment is to
get you to  think ... before you speak. You know how much I despise
administering or  inflicting pain on someone, so perhaps Mr. Alderton wouldn't  mind."

My  father hadn't even finished the sentence, and Mr. Alderton was gently
grasping  my forearm and raising it above my head. With all of his experience and
 expertise it wasn't long before he had my right arm secured in the leather
cuff  that dangled at the end of a long chain. I suppose I was to frightened
and  suffering a mountain of humiliation to say anything, but I remember that my
jaw  had dropped. Mr. Alderton was equally as fast in securing my left wrist
high  above my head; leaving me more that just  vulnerable.

"Now all that's needed to be decided is what form of punishment you should
receive and what form of restitution you'd be happy to offer me", dad  said.

Sweat  was beginning to form on my head and under my arms, as I waited the
verdict, but  it was suddenly interrupted by Zack and the female employee; as
both apparently  had run all the way up to the  barn.

"Sorry  for the interruption Mr. Latimore, but we've uncovered something of
importance  and we all felt that you should be informed of it immediately",
came the words  from the high tone  female.

"It  must be important for you two to run all the way up here. Don't let the
 appearance of my son stop you from telling me, what it is that you feel the
need  too. Kevin was just about to be mildly punished for something he said.
You're  both welcome to stay and observe if you care  to."

"No, no  Sir, that's quite alright Sir", came the quivering voice of  Zack.

"Sir",  began the lady, "It appears from what records we've been able to
decipher that  there are supposed to be more slaves here than are actually  here.
"

There  was a definite pause before my father spoke, but during this lapse,
Mr. Alderton  quickly fastened leather cuffs around my ankles and pulled my feet
apart; nearly  making me feel as if I was being pulled in  half.

The  one saving grace I had was that the two employees were standing
somewhere behind  me, instead of in front of me. At least I didn't have to see their
facial  expressions and they didn't have to see  mine.

It  appeared, from what I could understand; that nineteen slaves were
missing. Well,  not actually missing but sort of misplaced. Nineteen slaves had be
used as  `barter' for favors towards Doc and Frank; which really got my father'
s blood  boiling.

"Okay, give me what you have on these nineteen or at least as many as you've
 been able to track down", dad said in a thunderous tone of  voice.

Now  both of the employees felt intimidated by dad's voice, not to mention
his power  and  authority.

"Well Mr. Latimore, Sir; It appears that the hotel in town is using seven
slaves  there as doormen, bellmen and as objects of sexual gratification. Another
four  are being used by the town's Department of Sanitation; cleaning out
sewers and  the like. Two slaves are at work in the courthouse as janitors and at
least two  slaves are assigned to the police department", Zack reported in a
less than  solid voice. "We haven't tracked down the remaining slaves sir,
but we'll have  it nailed down by tonight  sir."

"Very  well!" dad barked, "I'll come down to the house in a couple of
minutes and we'll  all put our collective minds at work on this problem. It may
entail us having to  speak with the county judge or even the judge presiding in
federal courts. But  thank you for coming up so soon and telling me the not so
good news. It's just  what I didn't want to hear today, at least not now
anyway."

Both of dad's employees responded in unison saying "Yes Sir, sorry Mr.
Latimore  but we only thought you'd want to know something of this magnitude as
soon as it  was  discovered."

"Stop worrying about my feelings. You both did the right thing. It's just
having  to deal with my son that's so upsetting and time consuming, and that's
the  problem right now. You two get back down to the house and I'll follow
along in a  few  minutes."

The two were just about to leave when Mr. Alderton spoke up. "Excuse me Sir,
but  if I might. I know this may sound a bit premature, but perhaps you you'd
allow  one of them to bring my large blue rucksack up from the house. I can
explain  while we wait for  it."

"If you  feel it is important enough, I don't see why not. Hell, I'll just
let them take  the electric cart down and one of them can return with the sack.
That should  make things move along even faster", dad said quite  plainly.

I  didn't hear another word, at least not for a minute or two; so I assumed
that  the employees had left via the electric  cart.

"So do  tell, Mr. Alderton what importance does this rucksack of yours have
to do with  Kevin's  punishment."

"Sir, it's not so much about the boys punishment but more along the lines of
 something he could do for us as `part' of his restitution", Mr. Alderton
answered.

"Very well then. I suppose taking a few minutes more with this problem won't
 bring the world to an end", dad said half  heartedly.

"I was thinking about tomorrow Sir. What harm would come of it, if Kevin was
present during the hearing with the four teenaged boys. The judge would be
able  to see for himself just how fucked up Kevin got from the drugs he was
forced to  swallow. I think, perhaps, that even the federal judge would tolerate
having  Kevin in his courtroom when he hears the cases against Doc and Frank.
But the  one thing, the main thing, to overcome would perhaps be Kevin's
embarrsement in  front of the judge, so if Kevin were to wear the newly redesigned
slave  training/obedience hood; he'd at least not be able to see that people
might be  looking at him. If Kevin would allow us, we could get him looking just
like he  did in the video and we both know that the judges will most
definitely what the  video played in the courtroom. The good thing about our newest
hood is that  we've added an insulating liner to keep the sweat away from the
leather and  we've also added slits at the ears, so that rings can dangle, along
with a  larger slit at the nose for better breathing and for allowances of a
nose ring.  It really is a major improvement over our last hood and I'm sure
that it will  far surpass sales like we've never seen before. We might even, if
Kevin allows  us to, add something to his... well... to his penis  area."

"It  all sounds simple enough and I commend you on your quick thinking Mr.
Alderton",  dad said; now sounding more enthused. "That just leaves my son's
punishment to  deal with. But first Kevin has to agree to what you've spoken of,
about his  restitution."

Both men now stood before me, seeing that I was beginning to suffer more and
more from being stretched out. "If that sort of restitution will bring
closure  to my error, then I'll gladly do it for you dad", I managed to  mumble.

"Excellent Kevin, thank you for your offering of restitution", dad said with
a  faint smile on his face.

"Now then  Mr. Alderton we come to his punishment. I recall the video showing
him receiving  a rather formidable paddling and just maybe the same
punishment but longer and  harder might be in  order."

"We  could Sir, yes we easily could", replied Mr. Alderton. "However,
perhaps we  should give ample thought and consideration to others, as this barn is
full of  training  aides."

Just  then, Zack arrived with the rucksack and laid it down in front of  me.

"I must  get back to the house Mr. Alderton. This situation with unaccounted
for slaves  is going to take my undivided attention. I'll leave Kevin's
punishment in your  good and capable hands, if you don't mind. I'm sure that you
and Kevin will come  to some type of agreement as to how much and how far his
restitution will go.  Whatever it is, his mother and I will be most happy to
accept it, regardless;  just as long as he has learned a valuable lesson
throughout."

"Yes, Sir", chimed Mr. Alderton. "I'm sure that we will find some common
ground  on that part and I'll make sure that whatever punishment Kevin gets will
 definitely leave a lasting impression  Sir".

"Very  well then, it's all settled", dad said turning to me and not even
acknowledging  my current state of dismay. "Now son, I want you to remember that
your mother  and I love you and this punishment is strictly for your own good.
Just be  thankful that Mr. Alderton is going to administer it instead of
someone sadistic  like John Henry's father. But, one must admit though, that all
for the worse,  John Henry turned out to be a wonderful young man. He's almost
like a son to me  these days, had it not been for his  enslavement."

I guess I don't have to tell you, that my father's words didn't seem to
comforting. I tried to keep my eyes squeezed shut so that nobody could see that
I was nearly in tears. My brain flashed to scenes of my sister, during parts
of  her training and I knew that Mr. Alderton had had some part in her spiral
into  becoming a slut for the summer  months.

There was a sliver of resentment building up deep within my soul towards Mr.
Alderton, but I knew that such feelings shouldn't keep me from being the best
 damn employee that my father had ever had working for him. I also wanted him
to  know that I'd do anything for him and for the betterment of his company.
If  enduring time alone with Mr. Alderton would achieve such results, then I
couldn't see any real reason why I couldn't just `play along' with Mr.
Alderton.  Let's face it... one of these years I would be his boss and then I could
exact any  and all `retributions' upon him that I so  choose.

I  felt my father's hands on my shoulders as he leaned into me and gave me a
big  `fatherly' kiss on my face. "I'll see you soon son, real soon. You just
be a  good boy and take your punishment like a true Latimore boy and all will
be just  fine; and I'm sure that the two of you will find ways to achieve
your  restitution in a good  way."

"Yes  Sir, thank you Sir", I said ... almost sounding like a  slave.

The  footsteps soon faded, leaving me alone, all alone, with Mr. Alderton.

Mr. Alderton moved  the rucksack away, and began rummaging through it; taking
everything out as he  went, and laying it all out on the slave table. Then
with an eager grin he began  looking around (again) for the implement which he
would use to exact my  punishment. It was almost dramatic, the way he'd pick
out something and swish it  through the air; allowing me to hear the sound as
his powerful arms swung it  back and forth. I almost knew, without a doubt, that
this punishment was not  going to go very well for  me.

He kept  this up for quite some time; apparently thinking that I would speak,
but I  didn't. He'd even take a few steps back over to the slave table and
fool around  with different objects before going back to the cabinets. Once or
twice he even  opened the door on the small refrigerator and would hold up
some vial containing  a certain drug or something. He even managed to smile when
he pulled one of  those quart bottles out that contained the stuff that I'd
been drugged with  before.

Finally, and apparently having come to a conclusion about my punishment Mr.
Alderton approached me like a lion stalking his next  meal.

"You  don't seem too happy that I'm going to be giving you your punishment
Kevin. You  probably should be thanking me for wasting my valuable time just
because you  screwed up. Don't you remember the way you looked at all the things
in my  office? Don't you remember the questions you asked me about those same
things?  Don't you remember the nice way in which I treated you that
particular day? Did  I or didn't I treat you most properly and with all due respect
for what you were  doing for your mom and dad and for the company? I recall that
even when I was  guiding you down the hall, and down the elevator that I
treated your cock with  the utmost respect. Who was there, beside you, when all of
those nice people  came up and fondled your balls and your dick? Who was
there supporting you when  that nice lady had her slave milk you by hand in front
of your family and all of  those  strangers?"

"Sir you were Sir", I  answered.

"Excellent Kevin, and I thank you for remembering", responded Mr.  Alderton.

"I  want you to just think of your punishment as simply another chapter in
learning  all you can about slavery. I need for you to trust me and to put all
your faith  into what I'm going to be doing for the next hour or  two."

Holy  Shit! Did he just say `next hour or two'? What the fuck is he planning
on doing  with me?

"Sir, yes Sir", I  answered.

"Excellent answer boy. I like the way you assume the role of a slave boy.
That  will make things go so much easier for the two of us", he said laughingly. "
I  guess we should get started with your punishment  now".

I had  expected him to retrieve the object of pain from the cabinet, but he
had his own  way of executing his  plan.

I  hadn't noticed that he'd placed a scissor in his hand and he began to
snip up  the right side of my  shorts.

"But  Sir, can't you just paddle me through my shorts?" I  asked.

"Easy  there boy. You know the rules about slaves speaking when they're not
supposed  too; and besides, a bare bottom is best for punishing a slave... you
know  that."

"Sir,  sorry Sir"

The shorts were soon flying towards the far wall, leaving me with only the
leather jockstrap to cover my cock and balls. The air flowed over my bare butt,
 causing me to feel rather free and `alive'. I don't know why I felt so good
at  the moment, but perhaps it was from the drug residue still in my blood
stream.  Even my cock began to come alive, as blood engorged every tiny blood
vessel deep  within the meaty part of my  dick.

"I  remember all of the days I'd see you or your brother running up and down
the  halls at the office and there was something about each of you that
struck me  with certain feelings; all which apparently have come to be. Not that
there's  anything wrong with either of you, but you both are totally opposite of
one  another", Mr. Alderton said, as if he was trying to carry on a `normal'
 conversation. "There were many the nights I'd go home and tell my wife just
how  well you to were becoming nice young lads and that one day you'd both
grow up to  become something entirely different of each other. I think that
perhaps you two  boys were in some ways the two sons that my wife and I never  had.
"

I  remained silent, listening to him talk about the my brother and me. I didn'
t  want to ruin his train of thought, nor did I want to stop thinking about
my  brother; even though the two of us never got to become friends... probably
just  the opposite.

I am  positive that the main reason the two of us were never close, was
simply a  matter of sexual preferences, or so I'd thought. The first and major blow
up  between the two of us came one night when he caught me staring at him in
the  shower, as he stroked his cock; sending string after string of manseed
towards  the drain in the tub. I suppose in a lot of families, the boys never
discuss sex  nor did they even share in the normal joys of jerking off together.
That's  probably the biggest reason the two of us never saw eye to  eye.

Mr.  Alderton kept right on talking, rather soothingly, as his hands began to
run up  and down my back as well as my thighs. "It feels to me like your last
shave job  has left your legs a bit stubbly. Don't you think having smooth
legs tomorrow  would be  nice?"

The  instant he stopped talking, he stepped in front of me and knelt down.
The next  thing I know, Mr. Alderton is unsnapping the cover on my jockstrap;
allowing my  cock to spring free. "You've got stubbles here as well boy", he
said as his two  hands slid over the skin close to the root of my dick. Next, I
could feel the  warmth of his hands as they began cupping and massaging my
balls and sac. It all  stopped way to soon, but I couldn't even think to tell him
that I was enjoying  all of his  attention.

I  could feel his hands working to unbuckle the jockstrap and all to soon I
was  naked below the waist. "I admired your young penis from that day in my
office  and it looks even better without all that hair around it", he said almost
as if  he were telling me that he was in love with it. I guess you must be
getting used  to not having any more hair by now?" he  questioned.

"Sir, it's not bad and yes this boy is beginning to like the look and feel
Sir",  I promptly  replied.

Mr.  Alderton stood up and pushed my nipple rings back, behind the fabric of
my tee  shirt and began cutting the shirt off of my body. "We'll get you a
new shirt and  something to wear later, but for now you'll discover that being
totally exposed  for your punishment and your restitution is to your  benefit".

My  shirt joined my shorts, against the wall as Mr. Alderton walked
completely  around me several times, in  silence.

"If  you're going to be wearing our new hood, I suggest that we trim down
some of the  remaining hair from your head", he said rather calmly, almost
seductively.

He stared into my eyes, awaiting my response.. "Sir, yes Sir; whatever Sir
feels  is best for the boy Sir", I  replied.

He  stepped away, and I thought perhaps he'd return with the clippers; but,
that  wasn't the case. Instead he walked over to the wall and lifted what
looked like  some type of control box out of its holder. The next thing I know is
that my  body is slowly rising from the floor, while my head is being lowered
towards the  ground. My legs were bent at the knees stretching even further
apart, while my  arms stretched out nearly perpendicular to my  body.

Then  came the clippers; but I soon found out that these particular clippers
came from  his rucksack. I could feel the blades against my scalp and seeing
what little  hair I started with, falling onto the floor; I knew these clippers
were really  cutting close, to close actually. As if wanting to make his
point, Mr. Alderton  then proceeded to use the clippers on my eyebrows, leaving
them almost null and  void.

"There, that should make my boy feel so much better", Mr. Alderton said. "
And  now I'll just tidy it all  up".

Leaving  the clippers on the slave table, Mr. Alderton proceeded to wheel one
of the  several carts over to the sink. I heard the water running and before
I knew it,  he was back with a large bowl of steamy hot water, a straight
razor and shaving  cream.

"You  look so uncomfortable hanging like this, and normally I wouldn't give
a shit,  but since you're Kevin Latimore, I suppose I should make you a bit
more, how  should I say, `less  strained'."

Once more he left me hanging like a side of beef while he rummaged through
one  cabinet in particular. He returned, and I saw what looked to be a rather
large  leather collar of sorts and a few bungee  cords.

"This  particular collar, Kevin, is one we call a posture collar. It is
seldom used in  a place such as this; however, it will suit our needs perfectly",
Mr. Alderton  said in a nice  way.

Like  lightning flashing down from the sky, Mr. Alderton's attention was
drawn to  something else. "What brings you up here John  Henry?"

Shit, damn, oh fuck; were the only words that rushed into my  head.

"Sir,  Mr. Latimore sent me here Sir; with this envelope for you Sir", John
Henry's  voice said with  enthusiasm.

"Well then, I guess the only thing to do is to read what's in the envelope"
came  the reply.

"Mr. Alderton.. John Henry has just been promoted to the position of `Campus
 Trustee'. Please see to it that he is well versed on ALL of his new
responsibilities, over and above those which pertain to him tending to the day  to
day affairs of the  household.

He may be of valued assistance, to you and especially Kevin, during this most
 critical time here on our newly acquired acquisition. Feel free to acquaint
him  with whatever help you need in seeing that Kevin fulfills his
restitution.

I shall be unavailable to everyone for at least the next two hours, so make
good  use of John Henry and teach him  well.

L.L."

"Most  exciting if I say so myself. Congratulations slave on your promotion"
Mr.  Alderton said with a certain amount of glee to his tone of voice. "Well,
now  that you're here I suppose I should explain why Master Kevin is hanging
like  this. Oh and for now, let's dispense with the standard slave  responses."

"Sir, yes Sir", John Henry said rather  excitedly.

I  could only listen while Mr. Alderton explained the situation, leaving out
the  actual reason I needed to be punished. He even explained the companies
policy on  "Restitutions", which was something none of the slaves here had yet
to be  introduced  to.

"I was  just about to put this collar on the slave so that his head would
have a bit  more support. Why don't you go get a chair so that you can help me
get him all  `trussed up' nice and proper", Mr. Alderton  said.

"Okay...  great" came the  reply.

"You  don't suppose, John Henry, that even though your father treated you
rather  harshly... that it did you any major harm or permanent  disability?"

"No Sir. I hated him at first for the way he enslaved me, but now I'm rather
 happy here. I'd hate to think that I'd ever have to leave this place, but I
know  that such things are always a possibility. Now that I've come to
completely  accept my homosexuality, I get more than enough cock and other stuff, so
I guess  you could say that I have the best of both worlds. Not to mention
the nice  little nest egg that Mr. Latimore has set aside for me, since I've
been kinda  keeping him informed about what's been going on around here for the
last year or  so. I kinda miss that last man that came here as Mr. Latimore's
intern. I hope  he has turned out okay. He sure was a good guy to go through
six months of slave  training just so he'd get a proper education, and he was
sure fun to play with...  that's for  sure."

Mr.  Alderton didn't respond to the slave's diatribe. Instead, he began to
slide the  leather collar underneath my chin. "Take hold of master Kevin's
head and hold it  up please. I need to get this collar properly placed so that he
can breathe  properly", Mr. Alderton said in his normal `authoritative'
voice.

"Excellent, thank you. Now if you'd be so kind as to stand up on the chair
and  I'll hand you an end to one of these bungee straps and I want you to hook
your  end into one of the links of the chain. The idea is to keep his head
slightly  raised so that when we let go of it, his head is just below ninety
degrees."

After a minute or two, the three bungee straps had been adjusted to Mr.
Latimore's liking and my head was now supported on the ends of these three
straps. Mr. Latimore even thought it was rather comical when he pushed my head  down
closer to the floor and released it; sending my head back up like a rocket
launcher.

"Would you kindly get me some hotter water than this? It has cooled off
faster  than I'd  expected."

John Henry wasted little time in bringing back the bowl filled with piping
hot  water. He stood alongside Mr. Alderton watching with what I could tell was
`eager anticipation' as to what he was  witnessing.

"This sorta reminds me of when I was first taken below decks on my father's
ship  and his men started processing me", John Henry said, trying his best to
speak  more like a free man than a  slave.

The  shock of feeling the hot water flowing freely over my head and dripping
down my  face; left no doubt in my mind that I too was going to look like one
of Shaun's  newly inducted slave  boys.

Once  the shaving cream was applied to my head, Mr. Alderton stepped back and
I heard,  before I saw, him pulling his zipper  down.

"Nothing better than having a mouth around your cock at various times of day,
I  always say. Master Kevin seemed to be intrigued when he spent time with me
and I  knew then, as I do now, that Master Kevin would like to lavish my dick
with his  own mouth", Mr. Alderton quipped.

John Henry  responded by saying, "But is it right to have him suck your cock
without even  asking him. What if his father came in and discovered what you
are having him  do?"

"You  would be quite right John Henry; but...you see... Master Kevin still has
some of the  drugs in his system and he is still showing outward signs that he
has a need to  suck a cock among other things. I'm sure that you'll discover
before this is all  over that master Kevin  will probably enjoy this
punishment session not to  mention his aforementioned  restitutin."

Mr. Alderton's cock sprung out from behind his undies and it was huge. I
never  would have imagined that any man on earth would have been blessed with such
a  long and thick  cock.

"Now  Kevin, I want you to remember the first moment that your nose smells my
cock. I  need you to process, in your mind, that almost every cock has that
one `certain'  odor that sets it apart from anything else in the world. Even
John Henry can  detect a cock under his own nose, even if he was blindfolded.
You shouldn't even  have to have it touch your lips before knowing that a cock
is coming towards  your mouth. You should learn that a slave, worth his own
weight, will recognize  a cock in time, so that the slave's mouth is open and
expecting a cock before it  touches. That's just something I learned from years
of working with male slaves.  Females, on the other hand are a bit more
complicated; such was the case with  your sister. It took her several times before
she could discern that a cock was  approaching her  lips."

Mr.  Alderton's cock touched my lips before my brain could register the
smell. I  tried to recall the smell of all the dicks I'd had up till now, but since
I  wasn't concerned with `smell' I suppose I hadn't even considered
thinking this  way. After six or seven times, I finally got my mouth open just before
his cock  made contact with my mouth.

Once it was  touching my tongue, Mr. Alderton began coaching me on the `proper
' techniques  that a slave "should and must" use when servicing a free man'
s penis. All the  while he was talking, he was also intently scrapping away
the remaining stubbles  on my head.

"I noticed, John Henry, that when I watched some of Master Kevin's video
that he  never really seemed to be able to copulate without gagging. Have you
witnesses  Master Kevin completely capable of taking a cock  completely?"

"No Sir can't say that I have. Master Kevin has taken a number of cocks, but
I  think most of those were just so's they could piss in his mouth. I'm not
really  sure how many dicks Master Kevin had to suck on that properly
deposited seed"  replied John  Henry.

There  was a short pause, even the razor wasn't moving and the next thing I
know, Mr.  Alderton is rubbing shaving cream over the area that used to be my
eyebrows.

"John  Henry, would you please get me one of the jars from the table? One of
them  that's labeled SDS", Mr. Alderton politely  asked.

"There are five different jars like that here Sir. Which one do you want? All
of  them have different numbers on  them."

"Well  now... let's see. I tell you what; why don't you select one", Mr.
Alderton said  quite matter of  factly.

"I  would, but I don't know what I'm `selecting' Sir", replied John  Henry.

Mr.  Alderton proceeded to laugh, which caused me concern. He waited to
answer until  he'd finished with the straight razor, leaving my eyebrow area as
smooth as my  head.

"I  guess that with all the shit going on around here that I shouldn't be
surprised  that you've never seen those jars before. You see, boy, the numbers
on each of  the jars is in reference to the degree which a person desires to
keep hair from  growing on his slave. SDS, or Slave Depilatory Solution, has
certain properties  contained therein, which completely shut down a slave's
hormonal system when it  pertains to hair growth; and the number on the jar refers
to the number of days  that a slave's owner wants to leave his slave all nice
and  pretty."

"14, 30, 90, 180, 365", came the numbers, which flowed from John Henry's
mouth.

"The  secret to the solution working properly is that it has to be applied
right after  a slave's head has been shaved, as the hot water helps to keep the
pours open  long enough so that the solution gets down deep to the hair root
and emulsifies  it" Mr. Alderton said  calmly.

"Damn, that must be some powerful stuff. I wouldn't know which number to
pick  for somebody like Master Kevin. How long does he want his hair gone for?"
John  Henry asked rather dumb  founded.

"Well, I suppose we could ask him but, let's not. Let me put it to you this
way,  boy. John Henry will be staying here for, at least, the rest of the
summer; but  it could be longer; depending whether or not he fucks up again, like
he did  today. So you have two and a half months left until September, but
summer isn't  over until the fall actually starts, which is late September, and
then it's  officially  `fall'.

"So  then I should select the 90 day jar?" John Henry asked, as if his
answer might  be wrong.

"That would be the most logical number to apply... BUT... what if he screws up
again? What if, when the new Master arrives that things change around here in
the mean time. We'd have to wait until the last day of the cycle to re-apply
the  solution, which would mean another close shave and a total waste of  time.
"

"But.. But... the next number is twice as long. That would be six months
without  having any hair on his head", questioned the now bewildered  slave.

"Precisely! BUT, you've lost focus on Master Kevin's desire to show
restitution  for his errors", barked Mr.  Alderton.

John Henry fell totally silent, for the longest time; but that didn't stop
Mr.  Alderton from feeding me another half an inch of his cock. My jaws were
aching  and my throat was starting to feel as dry as a  desert.

"How  about we consider the 180 jar? That way Master Kevin will know
precisely when  his hair will start to show signs of re-growth", answered Mr.
Alderton. "It  should look rather nice, say around the holidays or shortly there  after
".

Six  months of being bald? How could this be happening to me? I should say
something;  but what if I do? Knowing Mr. Alderton's penchant for administering
pain, he'd  probably see to it that my punishment was even more severe than
perhaps what he  might have already planned for me. Best I just keep calm and
concentrate on his  cock.

"180  it is then Sir. I hope Master Kevin won't be mad at  me?"

Another  moment of silence followed, before I felt the dampness of the cream
like  substance. I was doomed to being bald for six  months.

Mr.  Alderton began, just where he'd left off; telling me more ways to
properly suck  a free man's cock and how `good' of a job I was doing  already.

He  pulled his cock out, shortly there after and began smoothing some of the
cream  onto the eyebrow area. "I wouldn't want to chance getting any of this
stuff  dripping down on to my pubic hairs. I don't want to be the first free
man to  find out that this stuff works, without shaving", Mr. Alderton said
with a sort  of demonic chuckle at the end of the  sentence.

Even though I'd been trying to keep my eyes closed the entire time, I couldn'
t  help but to open them up hoping once more get a good look at Mr. Alderton'
s  mammoth cock. However, what I saw wasn't his cock; but the jar of solution.
 Other than the black lettered label, the jar was white plastic... BUT... the
number  on the jar was  365.

I  opened my mouth to protest, but Mr. Alderton was a half a second faster
than I  was. His hand fell across my cheek, "Now, now, we'll have none of that
from you  this afternoon, Master  Kevin."

"I'm  surprised that nobody thought to shave Master Kevin's ass while you
men had him  down in the dungeon", Mr. Alderton said to John Henry in a rather
pleasant  voice. "I suppose since you all didn't do his legs or arms either
that you all  just sort of `forgot' but not to worry, we can both work on him
now."

"You  mean that Master Kevin wants all of his hair to be gone?" questioned
John  Henry.

"It's  to be part of his restitution", came the quick reply. "Master Kevin
told his  father that he'd do whatever his father thought was a proper penance
for his  error and that includes denuding as far as I'm concerned. Besides, I'
m sure that  Kevin would rather accept a close shave versus getting a little
something extra  in his punishment  session."

"But Master Kevin will look even more naked than any of the slaves, including
me  and Jordan. Is that  fair?"

"Let's not concern ourselves with trying to understand the fairness of our
assignment John Henry. I appreciate that fact that you are eager to learn your
 trade as our first `campus trustee'. And that, young slave, is to follow
every  order that an administrative officer gives you without question or
hestitation."

"Yes Sir, Sorry Sir", John Henry said, sounding like he'd just be  scolded.

"Not to worry `boy', it's just something you have to keep in mind for your
future days here. I wouldn't want you to fall out of favor with the incoming
new  master; especially if I wasn't around to come to your  rescue."

"Thank you Sir", came the simple  reply.

"Now  then, what say that we get with it and get young Master Kevin all
cleaned up  nice and proper and pretty? I'll start on his butt and his pucker hole
while you  shave the backs of his arms and the backs of his legs. If it were
anybody other  than Master Kevin, I'd consider leaving them hanging like this
till we were  done, but I'm sure that his back is starting to feel the strain.
We can move him  over to the slave table and finish off his face and the whole
front side of him  while we've got him all comfy on the  table."

What  seemed to take forever, most likely didn't take long at all; and then
John Henry  quickly removed the items from the slave table, while Mr. Alderton
was lowering  me to the  floor.

It  took a few seconds for me to get my balance back, just long enough for
Mr.  Alderton and John Henry to assist myself walking over to the table.

Once again,  I felt the warmth of the water, followed by the shave cream and
the razors;  while both males worked tirelessly to rid my skin of hair and
stubble. My collar  was removed and Mr. Alderton went immediately to work shaving
my face and  underneath my  chin.

When  they'd finished with the shaving, Mr. Alderton had John Henry apply the
number  360 solution to the rest of my skin, including my face with an extra
dose  carefully rubbing onto the spots where my eyebrows once  were.

"The  shaving has taken a bit longer than I'd anticipated", exclaimed Mr.
Alderton.  Get me the measuring tape and let's get this young man measure up for
his nice  and pretty iron cuffs. We wouldn't want him looking like a nerd
tomorrow now  would we."

Mr. Alderton measured my neck, wrists, and ankles and then he began measuring
my  soft but hardening cock.  He even squeezed my nuts way down in the sac
and  measured them as well. Once he'd stroked my dick a few more times, he
measured  me in all my glory. "Master Kevin's cock isn't the biggest I've seen on
a man  his size, but at least it isn't a stub like some I've  seen."

I  knew, from before, that he had written the sizes down on the standard
slave  induction physical examination form; which he handed to John Henry and told
him  to locate the proper sizes for  me.

"I guess  I should get you all trussed up so that we can get this over with"
, Mr. Alderton  said rather nicely. "After we're done, I guess it will be
time for your  punishment."

I looked into his eyes, like a doe into a set of headlights. I could almost
see  a demonic glaze to his eyes, but I probably was just imagining  things.

John  Henry came back, and laid the iron cuffs and collar directly onto my
chest.  "Excellent my boy! You are learning the ways of a trustee quite  well".

"Thank you Sir", came back the  reply.

"While I get the cuffs and collar on, I want you to get the other set of
chains  ready for Master Kevin. It will be best if we keep his hands and feet out
of the  way for the next few  minutes."


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