Date: Mon, 4 Jun 2007 17:28:36 EDT
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: a lesson in time part 43

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A Lesson In  Time, Chapter 43


My head ached, as I apparently began to  wake up from what was a rather long
night's sleep. It reminded me of the one  time that my brother and I had gone
out on a quest to drink the town dry; when  he'd come home on one of his
vacation breaks.

Yet, the inner peace  that I was feeling, which my brain was fueling, brought
to mind the great night  I'd spent with dad and Jordan. I was now finally
attuned, with out having doubt,  that the act between dad and myself last night
was not only a good and natural  thing for us to have done; but it assured me
of my dad's love for me and my  siblings.

The air flowing over my body reminded me of the air that  had rushed over my
chest last night, as both males hovered over me, breathing  rapidly with
expectations of good things to come. I could feel the hard, cold  steel of my
gargantuan nipple rings, as they lay dormant on my chest. It brought  back the
images of the countless slaves I'd seen over my life, living a decent  and
respectable life in servitude. Free men would never display such decorations  which,
in a good way, were reserved for male slaves all across the  land.

Jordan's flavorful remnants had remained in my mouth, as I  remembered
hearing him gasp, and moan in ecstasy as he unloaded a huge amount of  his slave
sperm deep within my mouth. Of all the sperm I'd consumed over the  last week,
Jordan's was by far the one that would remain a blessing; along with  that of
616 back at Windy Hills.

I could still smell the manliness  that flowed freely on and about me from
last night. The odor of my slave's  crotch, hairless, pressing itself firmly
against my mouth; combined with the  sweet fragrance of dad's perspiration
dripping down from above, all made me feel  as if I was being bathed in some type of
aphrodisiac.

The only  difference between then and now was, where in the hell was I? I don'
t remember  feeling so `free'. I soon came to realize that I wasn't laying
in my  bed.

My hands had been pulled away from my body, and somehow  secured above and
out from my head and chest. I could almost feel something new  and special about
the way my arms and hands were now positioned. It was almost  like I was
laying there with open arms; just waiting to greet a long lost  friend.

Legs, my legs, were likewise bound up and away from my  body. I could tell
that the huge plug was still being used on my ass; although  now, for some
reason, it almost felt `natural' for me to be plugged in this  fashion. The wisp
of the tail was also detectable; denoting, I guess, my  temporary status as
something less than a human male.

I continued  to feel so at ease, that it was frightening. Had this been last
week or any  other week, I would have been rampant with rage and disgust.
However, I was  feeling rather good, albeit for having a splitting headache.

With  my legs fastened in this manner, it too felt like I was lying there
openly;  expecting someone or some thing to appreciate my efforts to bring
happiness to  my family and friends.

I half heartedly tried to wiggle my feet and  especially my toes; only to
find that someone had some how, at some earlier  time, covered my feet with a
soft textured material. It was sorta comforting to  know that dad and his
employees were taking such good care of  me.

As I thought that I'd heard voices in a distance, I also came  to realize
that the vinyl tube that had been attached to my very own catheter  was laying up
and across my lower abdomen. I could actually feel the warmth  radiating
through the tubing and onto the surface of my skin as the urine flowed  freely
from within.

My Prince Albert was still in place as well. It  gave me a certain degree of
solstice just knowing that I'd freely volunteered to  have it put in my very
own cock. It appeared that this was the high point of my  adventures so far,
along with all of my other pretty rings.

The  voices in the hall continued to `appear' to get louder; perhaps moving
closer in  my direction.

I knew, deep down, that had not Mr. Alderton and dad  given me the drugs;
that I'd most likely not been able to cope with any of the  things that I had
endured over the last two days, especially that trip to town  and to be naked in
a court of law.

I sorta felt that even dad knew,  that somewhere hidden inside myself was the
little youthful teenager trying to  escape the stereotype of the gay kid on
the block. Even with most states, cities  and towns accepting slavery and the
sheer beauty of a naked human figure; there  was still that one little
something about being gay that remained in the minds  of citizens world over. Now,
however, I am free to explore all of my repressed  emotions, feelings, thoughts,
and deeds... thanks to my family.

With  the voices getting louder and louder, my head still throbbing and my
throat dry  and sore; there came a soft and calming hand laying itself between
my two,  ringed, nipples.

"Master Kevin is awake and desiring something to  eat?" came the all to
familiar of voice of my personal slave,  Jordan.

Somewhat startled I replied, "Oh yes slave, yes indeed. But  I'd like an
aspirin or something to get rid of my headache  too."

"Master Kevin's father said this morning before he left for  the `big city'
that Master Kevin's head would feel perfectly normal just as soon  as Master
Kevin ate something healthy for breakfast."

"My daddy has  already gone back home?" I asked with a degree of unabashed
sadness.

"Yes, Master Kevin. Your daddy left just before six this  morning. It's
almost noon time Master Kevin. You've been sleeping like a baby  and your daddy,
Master Latimore, said he didn't dare wake you up just to say  good-bye."

"Noon!" I blurted out without even thinking that others  might have heard my
burst of immaturity. "Fuck it ... help me up and get me  something to eat boy!"

"Master, Sir, your dad said for me to help  you eat. He said he thought it
best to let you rest in your sling until Master  Zeb and you have had a cordial
greeting", Jordan said with a tiny bit of  remorse, for having to denounce my
request to get up.

I remained  quiet, not wanting to upset Jordan anymore than he might already
be. Sure, I'm  his Master, but I'm thinking that if I remain in control of
myself, like I  normally do, then Jordan won't think of me as being a harsh
master. I could have  very easily commanded him, by overriding dad's request, but
what good would come  of it in the end; besides... mom and dad had reminded me
over and over, that I  should always be nice to everyone, especially the male
human being. They never  said that I was defer my manners if I was addressing a
slave. I just want my  folks to see me for what I am and what I have to offer
the company. Afterall,  this whole thing is a company, here, or... back in the
city.

The next  thing I know, Jordan is spooning a delightful blend of sliced
banana, strawberry  and pineapple into my mouth. The flavor was bursting through
each tiny morsel.  It was the first solid food I'd eaten in just about two days
and I wanted to  savor the moment; as who only knows just how long it might be
before I'm once  again able to sit at a dining table and eat like I'm
accustomed  to.

I sipped fresh squeezed orange juice through a straw; which  helped to ease
the soreness in my throat. While I sipped, Jordan used his free  hand to
massage my helplessly bound testicles; which, I might add, that I hadn't  noticed
until now.

How quickly I noticed that my headache was  indeed fading fast. The more I
ate, the more the headache disappeared. I guess  my dad knows what to do to rid
one's self of a drug induced head pain. I even  began to feel more, how should
I say, restrained and vulnerable.

After finishing what Jordan had prepared for me, he aptly set to  giving my
exposed flesh an old fashion `bed bath' of sorts.  The tepid  water felt
glorious, and Jordan's attention to my needs didn't go unnoticed.

Even with my butt plugged like it was, Jordan managed to carefully  wash
around and just beneath the base of the plug; which as we boys all know,  has a
way of `exciting' one's extremities.  My cock began to respond, but  only to a
certain degree. Even with the heavy, grotesque dick ring and the   catheter my
manly staff began to agree with what Jordan was accomplishing with  my naked
body.

The voices were now, seemingly, very close to me as  I turned my attention
from Jordan's ministrations to the voices; one of which I  knew belonged to Mr.
Alderton.

"Well, Judge with this one exception  you've seen the whole estate and I
want to once again thank you for taking your  valuable time to assist us today.
With your presence and by you signing all of  the paperwork, our indentured
slave count has dropped significantly to a more  manageable level, all things
considered. I'm sure, you won't have a thing to  worry about; as I know that all
those being transferred will be well taken care  of, the men who run the
Austin Texas Processing Center are some of the countries  best. They know what a
man needs and how to give it to him." Mr. Alderton said,  with making himself
sound like `the expert'.

"Indeed", replied the  Judge. "Thinning you all down to less than a hundred
will give you guys a great  deal of breathing room so you can get this place
turned around more to your  liking and I'm sure it will be most profitable if
everything you all plan to do  becomes a reality.

"Yes, I whole heartedly agree Judge. We plan on  emphasizing to all the
slaves here that a good day's work never hurt anybody and  I'm sure that once we
start getting in the cattle that the slaves will take to  tending to them quite
well and in return the estate will make a tidy profit at  market. We have a
very extensive network whereby we all just about know what  anybody around the
globe is looking for and we plan on supplying and filling  that need."
Alderton said with just a twink of change in his  voice.

"So this looks like the room in some of those vulgar videos  I saw in court
yesterday?"

"Yes Judge, this is the same room  exactly as you saw it in your courtroom",
responded Mr.  Alderton.

"This slave looks like the same poor thing that you had  on display for my
court yesterday", puzzled the Judge.

Once again  Mr. Alderton answered the Judge, as soft, non-calloused hands ran
across my  chest directly below my nipple rings. Then, what I should have
known would  happen, happened. One of the hands began to gently squeeze my dick,
while the  other hand began to squeeze my bound testicles. The pleasure, mixed
with mild  discomfort, caused me to softly moan; which apparently was just
enough to bring  chuckles and comments from Mr. Alderton and the Judge.

Then I heard  the Judge saying something about a `special circumstance' "
Interstate Transfer",  which he'd been asked to judicially approve; by signing
some kind of Federal  form.  The first thing that came to my mind was that this
all had something  to do with me, but I wasn't a slave; therefore it mustn't
me who he was talking  about.  Another minute passed and the `transfer'
became more clear to me  and that sure did make me feel a hundred percent better.

Apparently, some young `master' had been found guilty of gross  negligence,
brutality and malfeasance in the duty that `becomes a master'. The  master
mustn't be much older than I am; so I'm wondering just what in the heck  he did
that got him arrested and found guilty. I'm sure that whatever it was,  just
had to be awful. The weirdest part of the deal was that this particular  "
former" master was from a big city on the east coast and that somebody was  `
bound and determined' to have his ass sent out here to Willow Knolls.

More questions and answers flowed while the two men meandered  around the
room; Mr. Alderton explaining many of the designs and benefits to  most
everything that the Judge had seen. At least I was no longer the object of  the Judge's
invading hands.

Jordan came back to finish tending to  my needs; which really amounted to
nothing except for a simple, yet welcomed,  massage on both of my thighs and hips.

He felt obligated, since he  was assigned to me, to fill me in on the things
that he'd seen and heard  throughout the morning. Slave transporters had
arrived at the crack of dawn and  proceeded, in a uniform fashion, to be filled to
capacity with slaves; some  heading for Texas and some heading for Florida.

"I overheard Mr.  Alderton say, `that should leave us with just enough to
start over again and get  these misfits into workable, leasable condition within
120 days', which I didn't  understand much of it" Jordan said with a twinkle
of sadness in his voice. "And  then the trucks started to arrived filled with
building supplies and new  plumbing stuff and the big truck came from the
farmer's supply store and off  loaded a mess of stuff out back in the tool and
machinery shed. I guess that  Master Zeb will have his hands full, putting all
this together like you and your  family want it".

"Well, maybe some day you'll see what my dad and  brother have planned for
here", I said rather quietly with a raspy voice. "If  you have to many slaves,
you can't control them properly without having a  tremendous payroll and then
you have the housing, feeding, and clothing of all  the slaves to compound
the headaches along the way."

"Yes Master  Kevin, Sir, thank you for explaining it to me that way Master",
Jordan said  rather respectfully.

"What's become of the four teenagers?" I  asked.

"Master Kevin, the four have remained in the processing  center. They still
await their processing and their housing arrangements haven't  been completed
yet" Jordan answered promptly. "Mr. Alderton said something about  them boys
having to wait until Master Zeb is here and ready to oversee their  processing.
There was something about Master Zeb wanted to make their processing  `extra
special' on account of them boys messing with you the way they  did."

I kept silent, just trying to think about what all had  actually made it onto
the video tape. Apparently the tape was rather graphic and  sexually
explicit, which, knowing my brother; would mean that not only would he  probably have
gotten himself all worked up stroking his penis, but he'd more  than likely
assume that the boy's needed a `reminder' as to what had brought  them to
become indentured.

Moments later I heard the Judge speaking  to Mr. Alderton saying, "Before I
go, I'd sure like to get my tubes cleaned out  by the bitch boy slave"; to
which Mr. Alderton replied... "I don't see any reason  why you can't".

The order was given and Jordan must have dropped to  his knees. The Judge
sure does have a rather foul mouth when it comes to  speaking to a slave; as just
about every other word he spoke was obscene and  uncalled for.

I tried to afford my brain time to drift away from  what was taking place
just a few feet away from me, by revisiting my last three  weeks from start to
today and then perhaps I would have time to ponder my future  in the world.

**

Unbeknownst to Kevin, Master Zeb had  arrived hours ago. He was there to see
the hundred or so slaves being loaded  into the slave transports, as he
scanned the meticulous reams of paperwork that  his father's employees had compiled
on each of them.

All of the  slaves had indeed been `re-processed' so that each of them had
all of the  required body piercings, tattoo; and yes, those in need of
circumcision were now  `clipped'.

Master Zeb and his three fellow workers had made cursory  inspections of the
slave holding barns and had discovered that each barn had a  rather opulent
overseers' room. There would be no need for the three co-workers  to share any
space whatsoever.

Shaun and his friends were  exhausted, as they'd worked tirelessly through
the night to comply with the  wishes of Mr. Latimore.  Little did any of them
know that their lives were  going to be turned upside down before the sun would
set.

Truck  loads of lumber, wire and sundries were constantly arriving and the
slaves  seemed to relish their task of unloading each huge truck  load.

Master Zeb had discovered that nine, of the remaining ninety  three slaves,
had some degree of experience in the carpentry trade and he  quickly had them
toiling away with the load of lumber and supplies; which was to  be used in
remodeling barn number four. Barn four was to be the home to any and  all males
under the age of twenty-one.

Three slaves had experience  in welding and they were set to work in each of
the barns constructing two  rather ominous cages per building; along with a
maze of steel and framing inside  the processing center.

The slaves that had previously been used to  clear the land down by the creek
were now back down there setting fence posts  and stringing miles of barbed
wire. This particular group had one of Shaun's  friends `temporarily' acting
as their overseer. Come Monday, this particular  group of slaves would be set
free, as their `time served' was more than adequate  for the misdemeanor
crimes which they'd committed.

Master Zeb had  requested his three friends to oversee the cleaning of their
respective slave  barns. Each barn was now going to be assigned a certain
number of slaves,  according to their offense, their physical attributes and their
sexual  orientation and/or their willingness to take a cock down their throat
or up  their ass.

The four youthful offenders remained tethered by chain  in their respective
stalls in the processing barn. They were still clothed and  had yet to feel the
pain of humiliation or the shock of what processing lay  ahead.

The one slave that Mr. Alderton and Mr. Latimore had  assigned to the kitchen
was busy making a menu for the new estate Master and all  who would reside
within the main house.  This particular slave had received  a list of the foods,
not to prepare and for sure didn't want to upset Master Zeb  in the least; as
the slave had already heard of what sort of sadistic man that  Master Zeb
could be... if the need presented itself.

Mr. Latimore  hadn't let any grass grow under his feet either. Even on the
company jet,  heading back east, Mr. Latimore was busy doing anything and
everything he needed  to do to assure the ultimate success of Willow Knolls. He'd
made arrangements  for a new doctor to take over where Doc had left off. The
doctor he had  selected, with a bit of prodding, was young and only one year
removed from  medical school. The ink on his certification barely had time to dry,
when he got  the call from Mr. Latimore.

The doctor would assume full control  over the office in town, which was now
owned by Latimore Holdings L.L.C. The  holding company would receive 22
percent off the top of every dollar that was  paid for the services of the doctor.
However, the doctor, in return, would be  the sole practitioner at Willow
Knolls and would be able to bank every dollar he  billed. The doctor's name was
Blake; Blake Alderton M.D to be more precise, the  only child of one Mr. Alderton.

Mrs. Latimore had resigned herself  to the fact that her neighbor had held
out and that Carol Latimore would remain  across the street for the summer;
acting as the neighbor lady's maid and  personal servant. All in all, Mrs.
Latimore was rather pleased with the  arrangement, but she's the kind of individual
that would never, ever admit such  a thing. At least she'd be able to keep an
eye on her daughter throughout the  hot summer and perhaps would even be able
to achieve a larger degree of  friendship with the neighbor across the street.

The one place  that, for now, hadn't been looked at was the horse barn. The
pony slave had seen  and heard all of the commotion coming from down the knoll
and decided it best to  just keep to himself for now and to tend to the needs
of the horse barn and the  horses. Master Zeb and the whole group of overseers
had more demanding things to  do, instead of visiting the horse barn. They
already knew that the pony slave  was there, alone, and that perhaps the slave
would take it upon himself to keep  busy doing what it is that a pony slave
normally does.

The pony  slave was not about to disappoint Master Zeb or any of the other
free men. He  worked endlessly, grooming the horses and cleaning the place. It
would take a  miracle, a big miracle, if the pony slave even got a third of the
cleaning done  before Master Zeb made his presence known.

Six other slaves toiled  away with push mowers and hand tools, making the
lawn and all of its' shrubs  into a thing of beauty, rather than just simple
greenery.

It seemed  as if Master Zeb and his men had just about everything under
control, which left  Master Zeb enough time to sit alongside the pool, sipping a
cool and refreshing  drink; able to read and digest more printed material left,
with instructions,  from his father.

The only difference being, that Master Zeb had  John Henry on his knees
between his own two spread legs; receiving a most  memorable blowjob.

The silence surrounding the two male figures was  serene and certainly
applicable to getting sucked off by a naked slave. Master  Zeb was nearly at climax,
when he set the paperwork on the table and harshly  pulled the young slave's
head completely into his wiry pubic  bush.

"Fuck it! Damn boy suck me dry you bitch" Master Zeb shouted  out; causing
the silence to be broken. Copious amounts of sperm bolted out of  Zeb's cock
and into the damp cavern of John Henry's mouth.

"Thank  you Sir", John Henry said quietly as his Master pushed the slave's
mouth off of  his deflating penis.

"You suck cock very good boy" Master Zeb said  without much fanfare or
emotion. "You'll do me well just as long as I don't tire  of you all to soon. I'm
guessing that since you were enslaved that you've had  plenty of dick down
your throat. I love the way you used your tongue to keep me  interested in your
sucking ability. Where I come from, the fucking creeps have  to be whipped
over and over again before they can even get two inches of dick in  their mouths
without me feeling their teeth. Sadly for them, if they didn't  learn after
the third attempt I had their teeth pulled out of their  head."

John Henry `assumed' that Master Zeb's last comment wasn't  meant for a
response; so he remained kneeling with bowed head. Unfortunately,  John Henry `
assumed' in error.

Master Zeb was quick with his fist,  as it landed squarely against the slave'
s jaw; sending the slave sideways and  backwards in one fluid motion.

"Master, Sir, this slave is sorry  for not responding to its Master's words,
Master", John Henry quickly said, as  he gathered himself from the epoxied
pea gravel which made up the pool deck.  "Master, thank you for showing me the
errors of my ways,  Master".

"Let that be a lesson to you boy", Master Zeb said with a  great degree of
annoyance. "Perhaps such a lesson will filter down to all of the  other stupid,
fucking ungrateful deadbeat, degenerate asshole slaves around  here".

There was a moment of silence before Zeb rebounded with yet  another
humiliating command. "Get your lazy ass up and remove my shoes and socks  and be quick
to clean my feet boy".

"Master, yes Master", John  Henry replied. John Henry wasn't all that sure
anymore if he was or wasn't still  in favor with the Latimores'. After all he'
d done for Master Kevin's mom and  dad, and now treated like a common run of
the mill pussy slave was more than  John Henry had expected.

Expeditiously, the shoes and socks were  removed and John Henry took up a
semi-comfortable position and began licking his  new Master's feet and toes; and
since Master Zeb hadn't showered in over a day,  the feet came complete with
an odor and there was even fuzzy lint buildup from  the socks, in between his
Master's toes.

Any thoughts of having an  easier time around Willow Knolls were rapidly
fading for John  Henry.

Master Zeb returned to the pile of papers on the table, all  the while
enjoying the commanding attention he was getting from one of his new  slaves. Master
Zeb more than likely had not gotten to any paperwork that spelled  out what
John Henry had done for any of the Latimore family; but that just may  or may
not make a difference with Master Zeb in the days  ahead.

While John Henry kept cleaning the feet, the back gate  opened and three
naked, ringed and collared slaves came in to tend the bushes  around the pool. All
three of them immediately noticed John Henry and all three  of them snickered
quietly amongst themselves; recalling the countless times that  they'd all
seen John Henry acting all `high and mighty' just because he was  rather young,
extremely good looking and because he didn't have as many rings  dangling
from appendages as the other slaves did.

The slaves took  their time, doing a near perfect job on each and every
shrub; only slowed by the  more than occasional glance towards their new Master and
His pussyfied slave.  Little did any of them know, but Master Zeb had noticed
each and every time that  they'd slowed their pace and would soon exact out a
fitting punishment for their  transgressions.

The kitchen slave came out, carrying a tray which  had on it another cool
drink for Master Zeb. The slave seemed to be smiling more  so now than before and
one would wonder if he too found the position that John  Henry was currently
in to be funny. Just what don't we know about John Henry  that the common
slave does? What liberties was John Henry given when under the  control of Frank
and Doc? I suppose we'll never find out, but one can always  hope for a glimmer
of truth to shine through.

Downstairs, the Judge  had been completely drained of his seed, and was
stuffing his own cock back  behind the silk of his fancy boxer shorts, when Mr.
Alderton suggested that the  Judge send his current slave out to Willow Knolls
for some advanced  training.

It was becoming more and more clear to Kevin, that the  barter system was
still alive and well in the south; when he overheard Mr.  Alderton say to the
Judge " drop off your slave for a month of weekends and  we'll have him sucking
your cock just like our little bitch boy here, and if you  want him well
stretched for fisting, we can see to it that he spends a whole  weekend up at the
horse barn. That sort of thing always has a way of making a  small chute into a
large tunnel. In return, I'd just simply ask that you keep us  in mind every
time you have to decide if a convicted male goes to prison or  comes here. I'm
sure that Zeb or one of the others will keep your office  informed as to how
many bunk beds are still available. The more the merrier, so  they say. We
might even find a young buck to break in just for you to keep  tucked away at
your own house."

The generous offer struck a cord  with the Judge and apparently there was a
hand shake on the deal.

The room momentarily feel quiet as the two adults left the  basement and went
out through the cellar door; not wanting to intrude on  anything which might
have been going on inside the main house.

"God  I hate sucking the cock of that man. Thank goodness he really didn't
recognize  me from when he sentenced me to this place. He might have taken a
more forceful  position with me and have me eat out his ass", Jordan said with a
certain level  of distain in his voice. "I hear tell that his current slave
has to lick the  Judge's ass after the Judge takes a dump".

Kevin remained silent,  still processing everything past, present and future.

A thunderous  noise quickly filled the air, which turned out to be John Henry
bounding down  the stairs two at a time. It sounded as if he was out of
breath when he spoke,  saying "Jordan, Master Zeb wants you to go up to the horse
barn and tell the  pony slave that Master Zeb desires a carriage ride right
away. Thanks buddy, I  owe you one".

Jordan had no time to respond to the request as John  Henry was racing back
up the stairs heading back to his new  Master.

"Sorry Master Kevin, but I guess you heard what John Henry  told me what
Master Zeb requires of me. I'll take the cellar stairs and it won't  take me all
that long to pass along the message to the pony slave, Master",  Jordan said
with a slight, ever so slight degree of remorse; just for having to  leave me
laying splayed out on the sling like I was, all  alone.

Just as fast as he had uttered his comments, Jordan was out  the cellar door
racing up the hill to the horse barn.

"What the  fuck have I gotten myself into", I said aloud. "I sure hope that
Zeb gets me out  of this sling pretty damn fast. I need to take a dump, not to
mention to get all  these rings out and have the catheter removed too."

Thankfully, I  didn't answer myself; otherwise I might have thought that I
was going  insane.

"Here Master, he's in here", came the words right out of  John Henry's
mouth.

"No need to hurry pussy boy, Master Kevin isn't  going anywhere any time soon"
, came back the response.

It took a  second or two, but the voice was all to familiar to me.

Hands, two  of them, began to feel the naked, exposed and vulnerable flesh of
my  body.


To be continued... despite having a tremendous work  load and many other things
to fill my time.

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