Date: Sun, 22 Apr 2007 20:17:57 EDT
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: a lesson in time chapter 38

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A Lesson In Time,  Chapter Thirty  Eight


I was beginning to think and feel as if I had no clue as to what the hell was
 going on anymore. Everything seemed so strange and distant now. The only
thing  that I could recognize in my `train of thought' was that everything
seemed  sexual and  exciting.

Some times, even the two voices seemed to meld in to one; causing me little
to  no concern, but it was an observation that I picked up on.

The basic  function of my brain was now focused on the attention my body,
mainly my cock,  was  receiving.

Another feeling of cold and wet flooded over my cock head and down the shaft;
 cascading once more, around the perimeter of my separated balls. It was
nearly  an indescribable feeling. My cock reacted but my nuts, confined as they
were,  could only indicate their delight by sending my brain those confused, yet
 wonderful, feelings of happiness.

Lips, warm  and moist lips, began to suckle my right nipple as tender as if
they were  kissing a baby. The discomfort from the recent stretching and
placement of a  larger ring faded like the light of sunset; as even my nipple seemed
to feel as  if it was becoming firmer and more erect.

I felt my  pee hole opening up, not voluntarily, as something had been placed
inside.  Instantly, without a word, the canal normally reserved for my piss
and sperm was  flooded with something cold and soft. A hand, against the outer
flesh on my dick  began squeezing my cock like it was a teat on a dairy cow.
The action of the  hand, caused the substance in my dick work itself even
further down the shaft.  By now, there was really nothing that I or my cock could
do. My dick reacted by  gorging itself on a rather painful existence on blood,
allowing me only the  thoughts of days past of what it looked  like.

A  solid object touched the lips of my piss slit, working into me only a
short  distance; before it began to spread open. At first, the feeling was
euphoric but  moments later, such delight turned itself into one of pain and  anguish.

"Breath, best you can Master Kevin", came words of encouragement from Mr.
Alderton. "It is necessary for us to expand your opening so that you can
accommodate your catheter and your soon to be Prince Albert. I'm anxious to see
how beautiful you become once we've finished your  transformation".

I wasn't sure in the least what all that he was referring to, but none of it
sounded good, at least from where I was  laying.

The  stretching of my pee hole seemed to lessen, as the pain turned into a
bearable  discomfort. The mouth that was making sensuous love to my nipples
stopped; and  all was once again still for a  moment.

"I'm  stretching you slowly Master Kevin, so that you'll not have to endure
what is  normally inflicted on the `common' slave. You might just find that
there is  some, if not a great deal of feelings a man gets when his piss slit
is pried  open. I normally would tell the common slave that such stretching is
needed, to  allow me the distinct pleasure of inflicting needless pain and
suffering."

Mr. Alderton broke out into uncontrollable laughter, which went on for quite
some time. "I knew, from the moment I first saw you, Master Kevin, that one
day  I'd have you where you are today. I know that this is only a `temporary'
thing;  but for me it is a pleasure beyond which no man can explain. If it hadn
't been  for your brother, Zeb, I most likely wouldn't have given you a
second look; but  ever since he told me that he used to see you spying on him in
the shower that I  became aware of your need to be free of all your
inhibitions."

My mind raced back to Mr. Alderton's office when I had noticed all of his  `
implements' thus causing my cock to harden. It must have been my mannerisms
that alerted him to my need to explore the sado-masochistic world. I wondered
if  he could sense my delight, when he'd led me through the halls and down the
elevator by my  cock.

"After  tomorrow, we'll most likely have to remove all of this, but until
the judge sees  you and how the drugs have affected you we just can't take any
chances. There's  just to much at stake, and your father and mother don't want
any fuck ups  tomorrow of all days", Mr. Alderton said in his more `refined'
voice. "But, in  the meantime, it allows me such pleasure to help the company
that I just don't  know where to start and where to stop. We'll just have to
tell the judge that  all of this was needed, just to keep you and your wild
sexual urges under  control."

"What the hell!?", came a familiar voice. "I was told to bring the cart up
for  transportation, but I didn't expect to see all this". It was  Jordan.

"Nothing to exciting", John Henry replied. "Mr. Alderton is just showing me
how  he works with some of his  slaves."

"Nice ass on the slave, sure wouldn't mind fucking it", Jordan  remarked.

"WATCH YOUR TONGUE SLAVE!", shouted Mr. Alderton. "This man is NOT a slave.
It  is Master Kevin, who's consented on such activities in order that tomorrow'
s  court proceedings go without a  hitch".

"Sorry Master Kevin, I didn't know it was you Sir", came Jordan's somber
response. "I just saw a naked and exposed hole, twitching and it looked like it
 needed a dick is  all."

"Shut  the fuck up slave", Mr. Alderton  barked.

"Sorry Sir, it's just been a crazy afternoon around the estate and I forgot
my  place Sir."

"Forgiven this once", Mr. Alderton said in a sympathetic tone of voice. "You
may  help, since you're here. Why don't you just stand between Master Kevin'
s legs  and help him to feel a bit more at ease. He's got a few more things
yet to do  and I'm sure that he'll appreciate anything that just might take his
mind off of  the  discomfort."

"Sir, yes Sir", Jordan said  enthusiastically.

The pain refreshed itself in my pee hole, as Mr. Alderton applied more
pressure  to the implement he was using; but it was soon soothed by the deliberate
fingering of my pucker hole by Jordan. My mind, my emotions were flooded with
all sorts of feelings and  expectations.

All to soon, Jordan (at least I thought it must be he) was nearly sucking one
of  my nuts into his mouth, along with his attention to my butthole. In the
time it  takes to blink an eye, I felt and heard a diluted crunching sound in
my left  ear; followed by a rather ominous bolt of pain. "Just making the hole
a bit  larger for your newer rings Master  Kevin".

Jordan's mouth moved over to the remaining testicle and began lavishing it as
 he'd done before to the first one. The second stab of pain in my right ear
told  me that the damage was done, complete. I now felt the heavy weight of
each of my  new ear rings; they being much thicker and larger than the first
pair.

More  pain followed as Mr. Alderton completed his stretching of my piss slit,
but it  didn't seem near as bad as it did initially. I could not, still,
understand the  need for such temporary disfigurement, but yet I knew all to well
that I had to  put all of my trust in him and my  parents.

"Master Kevin will need much rest after this afternoon, so I'm expecting you
two  slaves to see to it that Master Kevin gets everything he needs and wants
to make  his evening pleasant. Is that understood?" asked Mr.  Alderton.

Somebody's hand began a slow and methodical massage of my throat, which
seemed  rather fitting at the time; seeing as how it was getting sore from all the
abrasive motions of my muscles against the  dildo.

Both  slaves slowly responded to the question in the affirmative, but there
was  something in each of their voices that led me to think that I hadn't been
left  off the hook just yet. It was as if there was some hidden agenda, behind
their  replies back to Mr.  Alderton.

Once again I felt the sudden flood of cold going down deep, into my cock and
then the pain struck like no other. My cock had just been pierced on the
underneath just behind the head. My entire body tensed up just as much from the
shock of the act as from the  pain.

My  brain forgot about the gentle throat massage; as the pain heightened and t
hen  subsided in what seemed like one single continuous flow of  feelings.

Things moved rather quickly from that point on. I could actually feel the
hardness of the steel being forced through the new hole in my dick as even my
stretched piss hole took notice as well. It's really difficult to put into
words  all of the feelings and sensations that my brain was reacting to.

As the  steel came out the end of my cock, I soon felt something going back
into my  cock; working its way down the shaft. I knew then that I was once more
being  fitted with a catheter; however, this time, it felt as if the silicone
invader  was much, much, larger than the first one I had experienced a few
days ago. By  the time it had reached that little muscle that keeps a guys piss
in, I was  beginning to almost think and feel as if I was beginning to like
the subtleness  of the whole idea of not being the one to control my own  pee.

I was  beginning to understand why Mr. Alderton had to stretch the opening of
my cock.  With such a large steel ring and catheter merging together, there
was just no  possible way that the two of them could have fit without first
being  stretched.

I  knew from the first time, that the catheter was ready to poke through the
sphincter muscle of my bladder, but I hadn't expected it to be this
difficult.  Apparently, this one particular muscle is much like that of ass  and
perhaps my piss hole. It too had to be forced open wider than it was  designed to
do, just to accept the thickness of my new piss  tube.

There  was some, not much, relief when Mr. Alderton released the instrument
that he'd  been using to widen my pee hole; however, the two objects protruding
from it,  seemed to still be able to keep it wider than the  `normal'.

"Is all that going into Master Kevin, Sir" called out John  Henry.

"Yes  every last spec of it. If I don't inflate the balloon completely he,
or someone  else might eventually try to extract his catheter before it is the
proper time  and place to do so", responded Mr. Alderton. "I find that using
the larger  catheters with the extra large balloon on the tip are most
effective in  preventing a slave to take things into his own  hands."

"Not  even my father had me fitted with one that big Sir", retorted John
Henry.

"Well, I'm not speaking for or against what your father did with you boy. I'
m  just telling and teaching you what is right in my eyes and in the eyes of
Mr.  Latimore. With slaves having to assume various positions, the slaves
always  discover that standing erect with such a large amount of water pushing
against  their one bladder muscle, they quickly learn to avoid standing  upright.

Nothing more was said about the plumbing that was now installed down the
shaft  of my dick. I felt a gentleness about what was now taking place on the tip
of my  cock, as Mr. Alderton said to the two slaves, "you boys will have to
change out  this dressing a few times each day for the first day, until all of
the bleeding  stops. Prince Albert rings always bleed for a day or two and we
don't want  Master Kevin making a mess on himself or inside the house... now do
we."

It was  almost an eerie quietness that fell over the table for a minute or
two before  anyone spoke.

"Make sure  you give this bottle of supplement to Master Kevin once you've
got him settled  in to his bed; after which, I feel confident that he'll be
more than ready to  get that rubber dick out of his mouth for a few hours so that
he can rest  comfortably." Mr. Alderton said in a rather plain  voice.

I  felt my restraining chains being removed as Mr. Alderton seemed to be
talking  out loud to himself. Hands rubbed both of my legs, firmly yet gingerly.
It was  enough to make me want to get an erection but my poor cock wasn't
having the  same feelings as my  brain.

Hands  now began rubbing circulation back into my arms, with my hands still
covered in  the padded mitts. There was a bit more commotion around my dick
head, as I began  to feel my own piss gushing through the tube implanted in my
dick.

There  was a short burst of activity all over my body as words from Mr.
Alderton seemed  to bounce off the walls with an echo effect. I did, however,
manage to  understand him when he was talking rather close to my  ear.

"There  will be many changes here and in town over the next several weeks and
months.  I'm sure that you will want to be a part of them all; as they will
have a direct  effect on you and your siblings. You are a special `boy', if
you hadn't noticed,  and all of your sacrifices have not nor will not go
unnoticed. Your parents are  the kindest and most loving parents I've known and I'm
proud to be employed by  them. You have several more steps to take before
tomorrow afternoon, but they  aren't anything which you would find debasing or
painful. We all just want you  to be happy and to continue your learning
abilities, which will come in very  handy over your lifetime. Your gift, the gift of
giving of yourself to your  parents and family is one that can not be measured
in money, time or material  goods. Your gift is one from the heart and soul;
to which I know your father  appreciates and respects even though at times you
may feel  otherwise."

Hands began lifting me up, as my legs were pulled to be left dangling over
the  side. The blood rushed so fast that my limbs tingled and my head seemed to
spin.  I felt myself falling backwards, but two quick hands caught my
involuntary  movement and prevented me from  falling.

My  breathing had increased, as I somehow thought I was suffocating; but Mr.
Alderton assured me in a calming voice that I was reacting normally, `all
things  considered'.

Moments later, I was eased off of the table and as my padded feet hit the
floor,  my knees simply gave way and once more I began falling; falling forward,
now  simply guided to the floor by the three pairs of  hands.

I  found myself kneeling, with my covered hands resting on the floor; as a
cold  sweat began to wash over me. Hands, soft as if belonging to a house slave,
were  gliding down my back, over and over again tracing the defined spine as
if it  were a road map to my pucker hole. Hands which seemed to find delight
in skating  over the soft, smooth flesh of my butt; sent a sensual message to
my brain.

I could now  feel the strange, yet warm feeling of what must have been
plastic against my  inner right thigh. I would later come to understand that it was
the `collection  bag' for my piss... directly connected to the plumbing that
was now implanted up  my cock.

"Be  slow and gentle with him", Mr. Alderton said to the two slaves. "I'll
be down to  the house just as soon as I get Shaun and his mates going with all
of the work  they have to do."

I heard him  laugh and with a less than enthusiastic voice he said, "I'd
rather be with  Master Kevin than have to work with these hillbillies. Lord only
knows how long  all of this will take, but I'm sure it will last until the wee
hours of the  morning."

I  felt a hand under my chin and the sound of metal clicking; followed by a
gentle  tug. "Come Master Kevin, let's get you home", came the not so assured
voice of  John Henry.

Fuck! I was being led out of the barn on a leash! Being treated like a common
 animal was not my idea of `lending a helping  hand'.

I had  a difficult time trying to maintain my balance, as my entire body
swayed from  side to side with an occasional lurch forward. The wood floor beneath
my knees  seemed to be unforgiving each time I failed to pick the knees up,
instead of  dragging them. I might have been easier for me to walk out, but one
can only  assume that hindsight is 20/20.  For a brief second, I thought of
the word  that John Henry had just said, `home'. My home, isn't here, or is it
 now?

The two  slaves halted their forward progress without telling me and I
blindly bumped  into one of them as he said, "looks like Master Kevin is getting
anxious about  rimming out some ass", and then the two of them `half laughed' at
the sudden,  insubordinate, bit of  humor.

Before I could comprehend another thing, my senses had detected the smell of
the  human male and it was instantly having an effect on me. I unconsciously
pushed  my hooded head towards the odor, bringing it to rest against the smooth
skin of  one of the slaves. I could feel the smoothness of the slave's dick
as it brushed  over my plugged mouth. "Damn will you look at this", John Henry
blurted out,  "Master Kevin must be cock hungry  too".

"Shut  up John!", blurted out Jordan. "It's the drugs and we both know it.
Stop being  such a fucking  prick."

"Listen to me you dumb ass", John Henry responded. "In case your little piss
ant  brain has suddenly forgotten... I'm the "Estate Trustee" around here and
that  means even slaves like you have to show me some respect. So best you
get the  fuck off of your high horse and remember it from now on, unless you
want me to  report your arrogant attitude to the Latimore's or the new  Master."

Regardless of the banter between the slaves, I found myself remaining against
 the flesh; while my hands made their way around his body. It was, at the
least,  reassuring just to know that I wasn't going to fall forward, flat on my
face.

I even  had a strong urge to suck his cock, but since being gagged, it was a
momentary  impossibility. I could feel my sore and bound balls trying to
constrict  themselves but my newly installed scrotum stretcher prevented that from
happening. I was fucked, royally. Wanting and needing a sexual encounter, yet
 unable to seize the opportunity, all I could do was to retreat back to
resting  myself on all  fours.

Both  slaves finally got me down to and situated on the back seat of the
electric  cart; with John Henry sitting next to me, thus preventing injury. It was
a  mostly quiet ride back to the house until John Henry spoke, saying, "Go
around  to the other side of the house, Mr. Alderton doesn't wish Master Kevin
to suffer  any humiliation at the hands of some of the other  employees."

When the cart came to a stop, both slaves once again helped me off the cart,
and  with my legs a little better; I attempted to walk versus crawl towards
the  house. It wasn't the easiest thing to attempt, but attempt it I did; until
my  feet flew backwards and I nearly hit the ground full  force.

"Best, Master Kevin if we either carry you inside or you could crawl; it's
up to  you Sir", Jordan said  sympathetically.

I didn't want them to carry me, for fear of dropping me; so I crawled behind
them and the  leash.

"Steps going down", John Henry said, as I instantly felt the first
indentation  of the concrete. The hard surface felt as if it was rubbing the flesh
right off  of my knees, but I continued on with having no other option  available.

When the basement door was opened, the two things that caught my attention
were  first the cold air escaping from the house and the mixed odor of sanitizer
and  canine.

Jordan's dog was barking rather anxiously as we passed the entryway to his
kennel. Voices, from the opposite end of the long hallway caught my immediate
attention.

Several people were conversing at the same time, in what sounded like
directions  for this and that. Suddenly, two distinct voices approached the three of
us, as  I once more bumped into one of the  slaves.

"Why  there you all are", blurted out my mother. "I was beginning to think
that Mister  Alderton was keeping you all in the barn for something more than
preparing Kevin  for  tomorrow."

"No ma'am" responded John Henry. "Mr. Alderton just had a few minor things
to do  and some things of importance he wanted to say to Master  Kevin."

Mom  said something to Jordan and almost instantly his dog went quiet. "That'
s much  better", she said; "At least now I can hear myself  think".

"My  goodness son, you look a mess. Perhaps I should make the time to get you
all  cleaned up, seeing as how I'm leaving at noon tomorrow, and won't be
around for  a few days."

If I could have spoken I would have, but perhaps it was for the best that the
 feeding image was still embedded down my throat. Lord only knows what may
have  spewed from my  mouth.

"Now  dear", dad said, "don't you think that our new `trustee' and the
other slave can  clean up our boy. After all, he's been through a lot today, and I
'm sure he  wouldn't want his own mother to tend to his  bathing."

"Nonsense", came the rapid reply. "He's OUR son and I"LL bath him whenever
I so  choose to do so. I'm sure Kevin would rather have the gentle touches of
his own  mother compared to a common slave. It's not like back home you know;
where we  have  choices."

"Yes dear I know but..." and dad was quickly silenced by  mom.

"Tomorrow is a big day for our son, and I won't have him looking like some
redneck slave going into the court room. It's bad enough, even though Kevin
has  agreed, to have our son decorated like this just so we can make our point
and  the lawyers can get their  convictions."

"Okay honey, no need to get all worked up. I was just trying to save us some
work so that we could have some quality time alone, just the two of us for
once", dad said rather  submissively.

I could still smell the `sex' on the two slaves; which didn't seem to help
my  own desires to `bust a nut'; but there was absolutely nothing left for me
to do  except to accept my current situation for the time  being.

I  still felt the strong urge to fondle myself and jerk off, but that too,
was  impossible. I actually had hoped that my father could have convinced mom to
let  the slaves clean me up; thus, allowing me to `further my  education'.

I heard my mom give John Henry a substantial list of things that she wanted
him  to do upstairs, mainly in the kitchen; to search out something for Mr.
Alderton  and himself to eat for dinner, along with "Jordan and Kevin". The
menial other  tasks pertained to a few things she'd noticed as she walked through
the house  after the cleaning slaves had  left.

My  father was politely asked by mom to take the remaining employees back
upstairs  and attempt to wrap up any work they had left for the day. Dad seemed
complacent, and followed her wishes without as much as saying a single  word.

"Now  then", she began, "since it's just the three of us here, not counting
the  mongrel dog, let's see if we can't get you all clean and pretty, my
adorable  one."

Mom  sure sounded all lovey-dovey for a change. I hadn't heard her talk this
way  since I was in kindergarten.

"I don't  think we should be using the shower room down the hall, since its
way to big for  what we need to do. Why don't we just use this next room over
here? I'm sure  that it has more than we need to get you all cleaned up. Come
son."

There  was a tug on the leash and I dutifully followed, remembering just by
previous  times, what room she was taking me into. It was Doc's old examination
 room.

"Find  me some towels and a wash cloth slave", mom said without sounding
like the bitch  I knew she could be. "I'll wash Kevin's back before we get him
up on this nice  table."

I  heard the water running in the sink, along with the sound of several
cupboards  opening and  closing.

"If  you would, see if you can remove the foam padding from the table. I'm
sure that  Kevin won't mind the short time he's on the bare metal; and it will
be much  easier to clean up after we've  finished."

Jordan seemed to work without acknowledging my mother, probably best; if you
know what I mean, but it, too, could have certain consequences down the  road.



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