Date: Sun, 20 May 2007 07:04:17 EDT
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: a lesson in time part 41

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A Lesson In  Time, Chapter 41


Each minute, each sparse moment, of the  time that dad and I were allowed to
bond as father and son; was a lesson in time  that I would never, ever,
dismiss from my mind.

Regardless of  whether or not it was just listening to his words of wisdom
and strength or just  in knowing that he wasn't trying to degrade me by having
me `worship' his penis;  everything seemed to be just as I felt it should feel
at this point in my  life.

I loved the feel of his soft fingers holding the tips of my  ears while he
gently, with purposeful rhythm, eased his cock back and forth;  well beyond what
once was my point of reflexive gagging.

I feel  that hearing him say things like, "even your brother had to start at
the bottom  before stepping into a better world" brought much comfort to my
once confused  soul.

"What you learn here will be of great value to you in your  own dealings with
the hundreds of slaves that will pass through this place in  the decades to
come"; also seemed to tell me that all of what I've experienced  to date was
well worth it.

"You've amassed a sizeable sum of monies  and I can only see you increasing
your personal worth a hundred fold", let me  know and understand that the
choice I made at Windy Hills was the right one and  also one which apparently had
met with my parents' approval.

"Soon  you will have many decisions and choices to make; to make them alone
and without  undue stress placed upon you will make you an even stronger male
figure  regardless of the outcome"; allowed me to ponder that which was still  `
unknown'.

It was even a wonderful moment when dad pulled my masked  face completely up
against his flesh; allowing only my bare lips to notice the  texture of his
pubic hairs as his seed, the seed that also create me, gushed  into my throat.
The warmth of the liquid seemed to be equally as warm and fluid  as was the new
bond between the two of us.

The only thing breaking  this bond was the words coming from John Henry. "Oh,
excuse me Masters, I didn't  mean to interrupt; but only to bring Master
Kevin his mid day meal as ordered  Masters".

Dad didn't seem to mind, near as much as I did; but I  suppose in such a `
male' dominate atmosphere I shouldn't have thought much of  the interruption.

"We're just about finished here anyway", dad said  as he kept his wilting
cock in my warm mouth hole.

There was little  to no time between his last word before the warm, salty and
acrid taste of dad's  piss began flooding my mouth and throat like a broken
dam in the aftermath of a  disaster.

"I'll see you soon son", were the only words dad said as  he extracted his
penis; allowing me a brief few seconds to tongue the slit  before he tucked and
zipped it away.

There wasn't a word spoken  between John Henry and my dad, as the two passed
one another, smiled and  preceded onward.


"Now it's time for Master Kevin's lunch"  John Henry spoke. "Or should I
remember to continue calling you `little boy'  until I'm instructed otherwise?"

I remained kneeling as I felt John  Henry's warm hands glide over the tops of
my shoulders. He continued by moving  his hands down over my shoulders and `
twinking' my tender nipples. I flinched,  but only momentarily, as his hands
then proceeded to work their way down my  abdomen. It was then that I realized
that he must be kneeling or crouching right  directly in front of me. His hands
reached my groin as one of them began to play  with my cock while the other
one began to gently squeeze my balls as they  remained bound in their steel
ring of torture and torment.

"Mr.  Alderton had your personal slave run up to the horse barn in order to
get  something to complete your lunch `little boy' so I hope you enjoy it as
much as  Jordan enjoyed preparing it for you. Now open wide".

I opened my  mouth, not knowing what to expect. I tasted and felt several
different things.  The most prominent of things I felt were the two fingers of
the slave as he had  used them to finger a sizeable amount of what seemed to be
porridge into my  waiting mouth. It was warm and sweet to the taste, and
actually tasted pretty  good.

"Mr. Aldridge didn't want the `little boy' to have something  to heavy in
his stomach this afternoon and find himself of needing to use a  public toilet,
thus the ground up slave chow. It's been mixed with some nice  warm piss and
something special from "Trainer". You do remember "Trainer" don't  you,
little boy?"

Obviously, I couldn't actually answer John  Henry's question, but we both
knew damn well that I would remember just who  "Trainer" the horse is.

It was probably only my second or third  mouthful of the slave porridge
before John Henry went into a lengthy few minutes  of speaking openly and what
appeared to be from his heart.

"I can  remember a couple of years ago when my dad had me sucking a whole
town full of  male cock and enduring a most treacherous training regime. Hours
and hours of  videos to soften my thinking, hours and hours of solitude, to
contemplate what  my dad was converting me into and the anguish of hours of pain
under the command  of a Hitler like slave trainer. I can almost see, and feel
the first time that  my old man shoved his dick up my ass; as I lay fastened to
a slave trainer frame  while all of his friends and employees applauded him
as I screamed out for mercy  and begged him to stop his madness."

Another two fingers of food  and more `one sided' conversation from John
Henry ensued. I was actually  beginning to enjoy my meal, not knowing if it was a
true and honest reaction to  what I was eating or whether it was just
listening to John Henry that helped get  me over what I was eating.

"I remember, to this day, longing for  the comfort and warmth of my best
friend Paul. I can still feel his sexual  freedom when he last came here to visit
me. It was my decision to stay on here  with Doc and Frank; but in all honesty
I only stayed to piss Paul off. Now he's  probably got himself another two or
three slave boys and has forgotten all about  me. Not that I'd ever want to
be his slave, but I'd have loved to have him as my  boyfriend or life partner.
I suppose once I'm free I'll go look him up and see  what he's been up to."

I could only imagine what the slave was,  going through. I could almost feel
not only his physical pain during his  training but I could sense a small
connection with his emotional state of mind  as well. I guess, from what I'd seen,
heard and now felt myself that I was  beginning to get a much better
understanding of a slave's life. Not that I was  having to much sympathy for him or
any other slave, but just the fact of  `understanding' life from a slave's
viewpoint seemed to lodge some place in my  memory banks.

John Henry's voice changed, now directed at someone  else as he continued
feeding me. "Come here and service my slave cock boy" he  said. "At least now
you don't have to suck my dick with such a large chunk of  steel hanging off the
end. It's small enough that you can suck on my dick all  day long and never
fret over chipping one of your pretty teeth."

By  the sound of the slave's voice replying to what John Henry had said; I
could  tell that it was Jordan who was about to copulate John Henry's cock with
his  tongue and spit.

John Henry left his fingers in my mouth, while his  own cock was getting a
blowjob. I felt obligated to suck on his fingers as if  they, too, were a cock.
I wanted and needed a cock in my mouth and I couldn't  understand why I was
feeling this way. I wanted and needed to serve as a cum  dump for a dick from
anybody... I didn't care at this point, I just wanted cock.  What ever it was
that was taking control of my body and mind was something I  couldn't resist nor
fight. This moment in time, was the worst or maybe the best,  that I'd felt in
my entire life. My brain wasn't processing anything but sex and  how to give
or receive it.

John Henry's entire body seemed to tense  up and turn rigid as I heard him
utter the words that one hears over and over  again as he releases his own seed.
It was over way to fast for him, I'm sure,  but nature has limits all her own.

"I suppose you'd best unclamp  our `little boy's' catheter and drain him
before he explodes", John Henry said  to Jordan.

I hadn't given any thought that I had a full bladder,  nor the need to
express my bladder simply for health reasons.

"I  just still don't understand why they gave the `little boy' such a large
Prince  Albert. It's the biggest I've ever seen installed on a slave. Mine's
two inches  around, but this one must be at least a three incher", Jordan
replied.

"Just shut the fuck up and get your mouth busy swallowing  Master Kevin's
piss, you dumb fucking slave", shouted John Henry; in what  appeared to be a
forced sense of domination.

I could feel my pee  coursing through the catheter as it exited my cock and
into Jordan's mouth. I  heard John Henry explain that I'd already collected dad
's piss, not to mention  my own.

John Henry pulled his fingers from my mouth as he said  "That's it for lunch
except for making sure that your bowl is  clean".

Moments later, Jordan's mouth wasn't on my catheter and I  was cautiously
being made to assume the `fours' position, so that I could put my  face down
into the bowl and lick it clean, like a dog.

"Don't  forget to wipe the `little boys' mouth when he's finished. Don't
forget to get  him plugged nice and proper like Mr. Latimore wants him to be.
AND, don't forget  to get him to drink the purple feeding bottle of stuff that
Mr. Alderton has put  together, just for our `little boy', came the last
words from John Henry as he  hastily made his way up the stairs; probably to work
on becoming a better `ass  kisser' now that he'd been promoted to a higher
position.

With the  depth and sincerity of a true friend, Jordan began to massage my
back muscles as  I finished licking the feed bowl clean.
"The one thing I know for sure",  Jordan said, "is that your lunch meal has
been sprinkled with some sort of  muscle relaxor that Mr. Alderton put in it. I
'm sorry about the sauce I had to  put in it from "Trainer", but Mr.
Alderton promised a severe punishment if I  didn't follow his command. And for the
piss in it, well that is mine. It was  either mine or one of your dad's employee'
s pee and I just thought you'd rather  know that you were eating mine and not
some strange guys pee."

I  had finished the licking of the feed bowl and now my head and back were
horizontal to the floor, while Jordan's hands kept going lower and lower down
my  back until they were ever so softly making circular motions over my ass
globes.

"You heard what John Henry said about `plugging' your butt, which  I must
admit that the order to plug you came directly from your daddy. I have to  tell
you that this plug and tail are even bigger than the one you came down to  the
house with. I promise to go slow and you just let me know if I'm hurting you
in any way."

"Okay", I said. "I trust you. I know that you of all  the slaves here wouldn'
t intentionally hurt me. You can be sure that I'll  remember and repay you in
like kindness once this is all over with,  slave".

That said, Jordan eased a sizeable amount of lube into my  rectum. The
coolness of the lube seemed to bring a bit of relaxation to my  ass.

Jordan wasted little time in probing the entrance to my guts  with the new
butt plug. I could tell that he was doing his utmost to be gentle.  There were
several occasions where he even withdrew the plug before stretching  my hole
open even a greater distance. I at least remembered the few times I'd  been told
about breathing and controlling it at times like this. Every time I  felt
added pressure, I made sure to exhale all the air in my lungs, before  inhaling.
That one small reminder sure did help me.

A few minutes  later Jordan said, "one final push and it will be all the way
in".

I allowed a soft moan and groan to escape my lips as the  gargantuan butt
plug seated itself into my hole. It almost felt as if my anal  muscles were
reacting to the invader by actually `sucking' in the plug. Moments  later, the
spasms and the discomfort were gone and all that I could feel was a  warm sense
of being full.

"Now, to just unfurl the tail and we're  done with this part", Jordan said. "
Master Kevin did much better that I thought  he would".

I felt the `hair' of the tail as it was now flowing down  between my legs
and nearly touching the floor. It was softer than the other tail  that they made
me wear. It appeared to be much thicker and fuller  too.

"We don't have much time Master Kevin. We've still got to get  this bottle
of goop into you before the rental car gets here to take you and  your daddy in
to town. I know you're going to hate me for saying this but, Mr.  Alderton
and your dad want you to have your `feeding cock' in place so that you  can
suck on bottle dry. Your daddy said that since you apparently haven't suck  on to
many dicks in your life, yet, that the practice will do you a lot of  good."

Jordan proceeded to re-position me so that I was kneeling  with my back
resting against the side of the bed. He manipulated my body in such  a way that it
wasn't difficult for me to rest the back of my head on the  mattress.

"Well, here goes Master Kevin Sir. I'll go extra slow so  I don't get you to
gagging and puking", Jordan proclaimed as he, himself,  positioned himself on
the bed behind my head so that he could guide the latex  cock into my mouth
and down my outstretched throat.

I instantly  began sucking the make believe cock the moment the tip of it
touched my tongue.  My throat muscles began to involuntarily assist Jordan'
efforts as he gently  guided the full length of it passed my gag reflex point and
allowed it to lodge  itself within the confines of my throat.

"Ready?" he asked; as I  felt him attach the milk bottle to the exposed end
of the dildo.

I  immediately began a rather vigorous attempt to drain the contents of the
bottle.  I couldn't taste much of the liquid, but I could easily detect that
the liquid  was more viscous than just plain water.

"Time to get going" came  the all to familiar voice of Mr. Alderton. "Just
one last thing I need to do  before leaving".

Thankfully, I'd finished the bottle and Jordan was  standing next to me, in
what I could only hope was the proper slave at rest  position.

"Just so you don't get yourself all worked up by the  voices and
distractions in the courtroom, your daddy wants me to put these small  ear plugs in", Mr.
Alderton remarked rather mundanely.

It felt as  if the ear plugs were made simply of some type of foam material.
Each of them  went in rather quickly and created no discomfort at all. I was
still able to  hear, but the sound was drastically reduced unless one was
speaking directly  into my ears.

Hands, apparently belonging to Mr. Alderton, began to  stroke the flesh on my
body. Once again, when the hands reached my bound  testicles my mind was
racing with excitement and a wonton desire for sexual  relief. It had been a day
or two since I'd had a worthwhile orgasm and now more  than ever I was reeling
in frustration. Hell, I honestly didn't even know what  day it was anymore,
let alone the hour of the day. All I could do was to follow  mom and dad's
directions; being kind to all.

I didn't, nor could I,  hear the click of the chain leash being attached to
my collar but once someone  began to gently tug on it, I knew it was time to go.

Crawling on  all fours still had its bad moments and for the life of me, I
couldn't see how  any decent master could ever turn his slave into a dog like
this, but once again  I knew that such things were done each and every single
day around the world.  Slavery had come full circle over the decades of yester
year and now our country  was rebounding to once again become the biggest and
strongest industrial nation  on the face of the earth, thanks to dad and all of
his life's work to get  legalized slavery re-instated in our great, wonderful
nation.

Once  I'd struggled, fell forward, backward and even sideways; I finally felt
the warm  fresh open air of being out in the country. It truly is a wonderful
smell; one  that is free of industrial pollution, toxic waste and the foul
smell and sounds  of the big city.

It took no effort at all for four hands to simply  pick me up and place me
into the vehicle. Instantly, I could detect the fact  that I was now kneeling in
the back of a large SUV. Thankfully, the vehicle had  been equipped with
carpet in the cargo area, which was a treat on my knees and  to pain sensors.

It was more difficult than I had expected; to keep  my balance in my current
position as the vehicle made it's way up the bumpy  lane, as we surged rapidly
towards the main road.

Thankfully, the  minutes went by rather quickly and before I knew it we were
coming to a stop;  one in which I knew to be the courthouse.

They must have made me  crawl on asphalt which led to the concrete sidewalk;
before I felt the cold air  of the interior of the building. I could hear
absolutely nothing as they led me,  senseless, towards the courtroom.

I never heard a word, once inside  the courtroom; but I do know that dozens
of hands apparently found my naked form  a thing of either beauty or just a
simple oddity.

I'm simply going  to stop now; in telling my story and relate to you what I
was later told about  the courtroom proceedings. All of which I have no doubt
actually happened,  simply because later on I was afforded my own chance to see
for myself what the  outcome (s) were. Most, if not all of them, met with my
approval, albeit without  me even having a say so in the matter at hand.

There was one or  more points in the two separate trials where I was in one
way or another made to  suck cock. I don't know the who or the why behind the
reason for making me suck  cock, but I can tell you, honestly, that I didn't
mind in the least. I wanted,  desired, and even needed male flesh probing my
mouth and throat as each minute  passed.

Apparently the four mature teenagers were brought before  the judge in
unison. It took little time for the judge to pass down his  decision. "Guilty".

All four boys had their clothes cut from their  body's right there in the
courtroom; in front of their parents and a packed  courtroom of towns' people and
neighbors.

The judge sentenced each  of them to ten years of servitude, which could or
could not, be served at our  family's business. They were to receive the same
treatment as any other `adult'  slave; meaning such things as shaved of all
hair, ringed, collared and  branded.

However, their permanent slave quarters were NOT to be  with or amongst other
slaves. Their work, should there be such assigned was NOT  to be amongst
older, more mature slaves. They were to be allowed visitors, but  such visitors
were limited to family members only; and at such times as NOT  exceeding twice a
month on specified days. Furthermore each of the newly  enslaved teens were,
if asked or ordered, to demonstrate to their parents openly  all things that
they've learned and to show them the respect due their parents.  There were no
limits on what the parents could or couldn't demand of their  teenage sons
while enslaved and kept safe at our center.

Remorse  for their `sins' against a free man were to be dealt with in a safe
and timely  manner; one which would be decided by none other than their new
master, Master  Zeb, upon his arrival to the center.

I was told that the judge  spared no words, nor did he mince his words when
it came to passing sentence on  the youthful offenders. He openly used words,
yet unheard before, in his court  room such as sucking cock, taking dick,
toilet training and even worse.  Apparently either his knowledge of slave training
was more extensive than  thought by the towns' people; or else he'd been `
coached' as to words and  phrases.

After the teens had temporary collars locked in place and  chained together;
their parents were granted permission to approach the team of  four and
briefly speak with them. At such time, the judge even prompted the  parents to avail
themselves of the naked flesh which stood before  them.

Once the parents were finished speaking with their sons,  which included more
than a few hands sneaking forward to feel the boys' cocks  and balls; the
entire court room was then allowed to come forward to `inspect'  the teens.

If anything, this display by their parents and the  towns' residents brought
a huge amount of humiliation and shame over the newly  enslaved teens; a
feeling that they'd for sure revisit more in the days, weeks  and months ahead.

The boys were led out of the courtroom, through  the front doors, only to
find themselves the main attraction of all the people  waiting outside the court
house.

I'm almost positive that this  moment, this lesson in time, was more
beneficial to the residents of the town  than anything else. They all knew that
slavery was here to stay. They all knew  that slaves worked in town amongst them.
They all knew that the day would come  when someone would come to town and fully
immerse them and their families into  the new and most proper world of owning
or leasing of a slave. I feel confident  that on that day, it was the first
time that any of them had actually seen a  newly enslaved, naked male figure on
the steps of the court house. It certainly  wouldn't be the last time, that I
know for sure.

When I think about  it all, I'm also positive that many of the towns' people
were happy that this  day finally arrived. It would allow them all to finally
step into the modern,  real world of the today and now. It was going to be
exciting to see the town  transform just as it was going to be in seeing our new
slave facility improve  and prosper.

I feel that during the time I spent kneeling like a  dog inside the court
room was equally beneficial to all concerned with the  proceedings. At least
everybody got to see a slave up close and personal, before  the trail began; and
it also allowed dad to have a greater sense of my never  ending love, devotion
and respect for him, his work, his life, and his love of  all his children.

I never got to be part of the trials of Doc or  Frank. The federal prosecutor
and the attorneys representing the two men came to  a plea agreement and each
of the men were quickly and quietly taken out of town  through the back door
of the court house. Word has it that Doc has even left the  country, to work
in his professional capacity as the doctor at John Henry's  fathers place down
in Guatemala.  As for Frank, well, much akin to Doc;  Frank now works aboard
some large ocean going vessel used to transport legalized  slaves from and to
different countries.

I suppose that I've just  about covered the trial and all of the implications
from which the teens and the  town will have to understand as fact and
truthful.

I do remember  the eager anticipation of returning home, as my sexual urges
were for some  strange reason in overdrive. My bladder was full and needed
emptying and my  stomach was growling in search of a good meal. My balls ached
from being  manhandled so much and my mouth was sore from having the dildo in
place.

Every bump in the road brought upon a new dimension to my  physical and
mental stress on the way back to the house.

When my  knees felt the soft grass, I knew that I was home. It felt great and
I knew that  an entirely new beginning was in store for the four teens and
all those newly  indentured who were to follow them.

I was also keenly aware that  my life, as it was, had changed dramatically. I
was becoming more of a thinking  man, willing to accept learning all I could
about the slave industry. I was even  more proud of what I'd allowed myself to
experience, not forgetting the mental  and emotional freedom that flowed
through my entire body now that I was no  longer ashamed of being a gay male.

To Be Continued....