Date: Thu, 16 Nov 2006 15:56:34 EST
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: a lesson in time part 5

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A Lesson  In Time, Chapter  Five


I was pulling on my shorts, as Mr. Alderton went in search for another
pullover  shirt for me to wear. I `half' watched him as he began rummaging through
several  large oak closets. He unknowingly, I suppose, left each of the closet
doors open  as he seemed impatient to find me something to wear.

I marveled,  at the things I had recognized, and was even more intrigued by
the things which  I hadn't the foggiest idea what they were called and what
they might be used  for.

After  finding me a rather wrinkled up shirt, although it was clean, I
started once  again gazing into the open closets. Mr. Alderton had noticed my
intense glare  and he started to close all of the closet doors, explaining: "those
are just  some of the things I used to use in my former life. I'm sure that you
will see  items like those and probably more, as you work your way to various
slave  induction and training  centers."

"You're probably once again correct Mr. Alderton. We had pictures and things
 like that in our college books; but to see some of them for real gives a
whole  new meaning to the term, `training aids', and I'm sure, as you say that I'
ll see  them all in use before my summer internship is  over."

Seeing that I was still a bit miffed at the wide assortment of his former
self,  he simply kept speaking; "I know it may seem odd at first, I mean the
first time  you actually see a slave or trainee have to have `harsh instructions'
but it is  all for the good of our country and the slaves owner as well. Had
I of known you  were embarking down this road, to work with your father; I
most likely would  have suggested that you had spent some of your previous
summers up here along  side of me. I know you learned a lot down in shipping and
receiving, but up  here, on this floor; one gets to learn and see the `meat' of
the operations. The  `brains' of the company so to  speak."

I  was just about to ask Mr. Alderton a question, when the door opened, and
my dad  came walking  in.

"Mr.  Latimore, Sir, I was just explaining to young Mr. Latimore that I would
have  like to have had the opportunity to of had him work along with me these
past  three summers. Now, it seems as if the lad has grown into quite the
young  adult." Mr. Alderton said rather briskly, as if he was perhaps thinking
that dad  was upset with him or  something.

"Well thank you Eugene, for the nice compliment and I know that Kevin
appreciates your kind words as well. I am in desperate need of speaking with my
son, so I'll be taking him off your hands now. Perhaps you'll see him tomorrow
as I do believe he has one final day here going through some fairly rigorous
paperwork. Yes even paperwork has its place in society, Mr. Alderton; it's
just  another lesson in time, time we spend  diligently."

Dad beckoned me to follow him, as we returned to his office. There were scads
of  people going up and down the hallways, now that the `all clear' had been
given.  A large majority of them simply nodded, as we passed them; but
several, more  than several seemed to have cast their eyes downward as if wanting to
get a  glimpse of my covered  manliness.

No sooner had we entered the reception area, dad's secretary handed him a
stack  of folders, over flowing with paper and a miniscule amount of those pink
little  phone message papers. There were several people milling around in the
reception  room; apparently having made appointments to see my father.

With people  in the room, phones ringing and dad talking to his main
secretary; my eyes went  roaming. I probably would have been better off if I'd kept my
eyes looking at  the carpet  instead.

There were two men and one well dressed woman standing, facing away from us;
apparently looking at the wall mounted screen, which I had assumed was
playing  the same thing I saw in the lunch  room.

Well,  as `luck' would have it, I cocked my neck and took a half step to my
right and  got a full view of the screen. The screen was split-screened and on
the left was  the new machine in operation, with me as the subject and on the
right half of  the screen was ol Fido jacking me  off.

I even  noticed that the two other secretaries were trying to shield their
faces from  us, as they each kept making those quick head jerks upward, catching
a quick  look at the screen  too.

I felt  totally debased, and humiliated. I stepped behind dad and made a
hasty retreat  into his office; closing the door  soundly.

Moments later dad came in, tossing the stack of papers and notes on his desk
and  rushed to hug  me.

Dad  couldn't apologize enough. I could tell that he was sincere in his words
and  emotions. Once he even began to choke up on his words. We both finally
sat on  one of the sofas and dad began to change his tone of voice back to the
one I was  so familiar with. He seemed elated that the day was so far a total
success.  Every once in awhile he made reference to the fact; that had it not
been for my  desire to prove myself worthy of employment that the final six
contracts might  not have been signed. He made me `almost' forget about the
humiliation and  sexual depravities of the earlier  sessison.

Moments later dad reached behind him and ordered up a couple of mixed drinks
for  the two of us. I thought dad's gesture to be one of pure and simple
sincerity.  Another first, as I'd never sat and enjoyed a mix drink with my father.
It was  turning out to be a real bonding between the two of  us.

The  young man that had brought me my lunch, served us our drinks and
proceeded to  stand against the wall, with his hands firmly placed behind his head. I
smiled  at him and he returned the smile; adding a slight  wink.

For  the next hour or two dad and I went over some important things that he,
personally, wanted me to look at while on the road for the next three months.
He  made sure that I understood his needs and wants, without me having to
write them  down.  At first I didn't understand some of what he was asking; but
after  some serious back and forth questions and answers I finally had a good
grasp on  his  requests.

During this entire time the young man only moved when he noticed that our
drink  glasses needed refilling. And, every time he returned with filled glasses,
he  managed to go that little extra step by giving me, what I perceived to be
code,  the indication that he was gay and he knew I was gay. I think years
back that my  sister used to refer to it as `gaydar' or something  similar.

I  never found out what happened to the three people waiting in the reception
room,  because dad and I filled the rest of the day in `conference' as he
told his  secretary over the  phone.

Not  once did I pay attention to the many clocks in the office, but dad must
have  been. "Well, son it's time to go home. It has been a good day so far,
and to  tell you the truth; I'm rather excited to get home and see what your
mother has  decided to be fair and just punishment for Sarah. Like I always say...
Guilty  until proven innocent... and in your sister's case.. you can't dispute
a video  tape."

As we  stood up to depart, dad's secretary knock her little `secret' knock
and opened  the door. She approached dad, with an envelope and what appeared to
me to be a  long chain dog leash. Both of which perplexed me, until I easily
discovered the  purpose of  both.

Once  the secretary had left, dad handed me the envelope saying, "I have
taken the  opportunity to have a check drawn up for all your help today. I hope
that you  will accept it in the token in which it is  given."

I  cautiously opened the envelope, as anyone would do, and eased the check
part way  out. At first all I could see were the zeros; lots of them. A check
made out to  me for one hundred thousand dollars, dang!

My mouth  had dropped so far open that I could have swallowed a tennis ball,
as dad spoke;  "we can stop by the bank tomorrow at lunch so you can deposit
it. I've taken the  liberty of renting out a banquet room for lunch, as we'll
be wanting to send you  off in good fashion and high  spirits."

I  couldn't get any words to come out right, as I stumbled my way through the
 normal thanks; but holding up his hand to slow and silence my meager attempt
to  thank him, dad spoke once  more.

"Now  I'm not sure how you'll feel about my next `gift' for you. I know
that today was  stressful and rather dehumanizing; so I've decided that Shaun
here shall  retreat, with us, and he will be your own personal servant for the
night. I hear  he is quite good with body massages so I was thinking that you
would enjoy  having your daily tribulations rubbed  out."

"Dad,  no I can't. I just can't expect someone to be my servant for the
night. It's not  right... is  it?"

"Now  Kevin, stop behaving like a little boy. Have you forgotten your
precious MoMo  and all that he's done for  you?"

"Dad,  of course not; but MoMo has known me since I was just a kid. It's not
the  same.  The slave can stay here or go back to his kennels or wherever it
is  that he goes at night. Let's just go home,  ok?

"Kevin,  you're being silly. I just don't understand why you are so
reluctant to have a  personal slave of your very own for just the night. I think you
would find, and  learn that some slaves are more in tune with their lives than
most people.  Besides, I've already had one of the girls call ahead, telling
MoMo and JoJo to  bring the old massage table up from the basement. There has
been so little that  I've done for you in the past few years; won't you at
least allow you father to  do this one small  thing."

"I  can see that I'm not going to win this one, so if you really insist, we
can  bring the slave home, but he'd better not do or try anything stupid or I'
ll just  have to knock the crap out of  him."

We  both stood and approached the slave, with dad handing me the leash. I
thought,  as most `normal' slaves would have had a collar around their neck.
Shaun did  not, which was perplexing.

Dad saw the  strange look on my face and then said to me, "Slaves who work in
the building do  not wear collars, as it distracts from the image which I've
set forth. Here, let  me show you where to attach the  leash."

I  watched as dad unzipped the shorts on the slave, and then pointing to the
zipper  he said, "You clip the leash to the slave's balls. Just reach in and
grab  yourself a handful of slave dick and balls and pull them out. There's a
nice  ring in there for his  leash."

After a good solid minute or two, I reached into the slave's zipper and
touched  his cock. I had been so long since I'd felt another man's cock, that my
own,  began to tent my flimsy  shorts.

Fumbling around, looking like an idiot; I pulled the slave's equipment out.
Totally hairless, gleaming in the light, soft smooth and rather sizeable for
the  slave; as I tried to forget about the few times in my life that I'd been
so  intimate with a man's  dick.

I  didn't dare look at the slave as dad and I exited his office, through the
reception area and into the hallway. Holding the leash, attached to a slave
was  not something that I liked doing. It just felt as if someone else should
be  holding it. Every time we passed someone in the hallway, the slave made
sure  that he moved over against the wall, but managed to keep up the  pace.

Downstairs, right out front of the building; the limo was waiting for us.
After  dad and I were properly seated in back, the driver had the slave sit up
front  with him. The leash was then attached to a big eyebolt in the floor,
directly  between the slave's  legs.

I  could tell, I think, that the driver must have been checking the slave
out,  because today, I didn't observe him driving with both hands on the steering
 wheel.

Dad  had me open my folder, and we both, once again began the arduous task of
going  over each and every paper. The more the two of us discussed
everything, the more  I began to feel more comfortable about my summer internship. There
were so many  things that were not on any of the papers that I had to make
myself countless  notes. Most of what I wrote down, where things which seemed
important to my dad,  compared to the items which all of the others had brought
to my attention.

Dad even  said, "I know I've given you a tremendous amount more work to do,
but I know you  of all people can handle it. I have always done well under
pressure and I think  you will agree that this summer will be stressful and
demanding of your time.  Just think about it as a "Lesson in Time". If you can
accomplish not only the  basic studies, but my requirements as well, I'll see to
it that yet another fine  `bonus' will be made available to you upon your
return."

I  didn't make any comment on what dad had just said; but instead, I buried
my  thoughts to the travel arrangements and such. It seems as if they had every
 conceivable situation under control. Things like, bad weather and planes
weren't  flying, to car rentals, hotels and motels, to even a list of restaurants
where  the food was known to be good. I even had a company gas card and a
company  charge card. It was, however, spelled out quite clearly as to what I
could use  the charge card for, including how much I could spend on meals,
entertainment  and tips.

Before I realized it, the limo was pulling into the driveway. MoMo came
bounding  down the stairs, smiling his ever present charm. He even reached into the
 passenger side up front and pulled the slave out, handing me the leash. I
could  see that even MoMo was captivated by the slave's exposed sexual
apparatus.

I  had to be told, what to tell the slave; as I'd never before actually had
complete control over one. It felt odd, perhaps even a little weird, having to
 tell another person what to do. But, nonetheless, I was able to get the
slave  situated in the kitchen; standing with his back against the wall so that he
 could see JoJo preparing  dinner.

Mom  greeted me with a big hug and a few words of consolation for the events
of the  day. She informed me that I had time to shower before dinner, as she
had been  busy with my sister for some time and didn't inform JoJo of what she'
d wanted  prepared for supper. I tried to get mom to tell me more about my
sister's  afternoon, but mom just kept saying, "Wait until after you've
showered and come  back down."  It was, at least for now, pleasantly quiet around the
house.  No nasty, vulgar rap music blaring from her room and no yelling and
screaming  over the phone like she has a tendency to do as  well.

I was  just about to climb the stairs, when I heard; "Master Kevin, aren't
you  forgetting something?" I turned around to see MoMo pointing towards the
kitchen.

Sure  enough, I'd forgotten all about my slave for the night. MoMo followed
me into  the kitchen and very politely told me, " Master Kevin, Sir, if I might
beg your  pardon Sir, but this slave is accustomed to being naked when he is
not at your  father's office. It is not for me to say, Sir, but perhaps Master
Kevin would  like to make the slave a bit more  comfortable."

Well, MoMo did have a point, and a big smile on his face. I took hold of the
leash and brought the slave with me upstairs not to forget that MoMo was
following close behind  also.

I'm  not sure why the slave seemed so awe struck as soon as we got to my
bedroom.  Maybe he'd come from some lower class of family and had never seem such
a room.

MoMo was  quick to start telling the slave about my bathing habits and
clothes for dinner  and even what I didn't wear while I slept. The slave seemed very
cognizant of  his duties for the remainder of the day, as MoMo unfastened the
leash from the  poor slave's  balls.

After  getting a rather whimsical look from MoMo, I told the slave that he
could remove  his clothing. The two of us watched with great anticipation as the
slave's  clothing came off, folded and placed neatly onto a small bench by
the  door.

He  looked like a smaller me, except that he was without any hair except a
head of  stubble and grossly trimmed eyebrows. The apparatus that was wrapped
around his  cock and balls, actually kept his balls in their own separate
compartments. Our  visual inspection of the slave ceased, as MoMo took him into my
bathroom and  showed him where everything was located and helped him to adjust
the spray of  water to just the right  temperature.

When they both came out, I hadn't even begun to undress; as I'd kept
watching  the two of them, especially the slave, as his beautiful rounded butt
captured  many visions in my  head.
"I'll leave you  Master Kevin so you may get cleaned up from a day of work
Sir. Sir knows how to  reach me if Sir needs me to come right away", MoMo said
rather sadly before he  left me all alone with a strange man in my own
bedroom.

I  started to pull off the shabby shirt, which Mr. Alderton had given me, and
all  of a sudden the slave speaks up. "Oh Sir, this slave is exceptionally
sorry Sir;  let me  help."

Before I could react, or even speak; the slave had my shirt coming off;
laying  it over one of his bare shoulders as he dropped to his knees. After
removing my  footwear, the slave shamelessly, and without regard, began to slide my
shorts  down. There wasn't much I could do at this point, except lift each of
my feet so  he could remove them completely. I had a flash back to the time
when the one  slave swallowed my piss, bringing back the fondness and the feeling
of being so  close to another  man.

Being  the first time that a man had washed my body, proved to be a totally
grandiose  experience, as I managed (unwillingly) to maintain a perfectly good
erection  throughout the entire  time.

Just  the way that the slave dried me off, was sensual enough and he still
managed to  keep my attention focused on his own rather handsome body. I knew
before the  night was over, that I'd have a talk with him about his life before
and after  his  enslavement.

In the dinning room, all was ready; by the time I got there. I had the slave
assume a position appropriate for such a time. No matter what position he was
 in, my hidden desire to reach out and touch him was still raging  within.

"Where is my wonderful sister?", I asked of  mom.
"Your sister will  not be joining us this evening, as she has been instructed
 otherwise".

I let it go, for now, knowing just from the look on mom's face that she was
in  one of her `domineering' moods. And, when she gets like that, best to just
stay  away or change the subject,  `quickly'.
Dad picked  up where mom left off and talked about how good his day was and
the potential to  make additional profits from selling more machines overseas.
Always business for  my dad, nothing but business. Not much time for family
unless the family was in  the  business.

I  was really surprised that neither of my parents made any sort of remark
about  the naked slave standing behind me, with his hands behind his neck. I
guess when  you get older like my folks, and have dealt hand in hand with slaves,
that  seeing one more naked slave doesn't really seem to matter one way or
the  other.

After  dinner, and a nice brandy; dad suggested to mom that they both go
check up on my  sister. My curiosity was peaking by now and I asked if I could
join them; seeing  as how it was my testicles she was abusing earlier in the  day.

I  followed mom and dad into the family room; and my slave was two steps
behind me,  followed by MoMo and JoJo.

Standing in  the far corner was my sister. She was completely naked and had
her hands on top  of her head. Now, I'm no expert on women, but she looked `hot
'. Her boobs were  as plump as a summer watermelon and her girly area was
completely bare. I never  knew, but should have guessed that she shaved all her
hair off; just by hearing  some of her remarks she made while talking on the
phone.

Mom  grabbed hold of her and turned her around so that dad could get a good
view of  the red marks on her butt. It looked like, just by a quick count; that
mom had  smacked her ten time with either a belt or something similar. Dad
seemed content  and gratified that mom had finally put my sister down a peg or
two.

Dad and  mom sat on the sofa, turning on one of the cable news channels as
MoMo came up  to me, saying; "Does Master Kevin wish he massage  now?"

I  looked at him, as he pointed to a large area behind the sofa; where he and
JoJo  had set up and cleaned the massage  table.
Shaun had  already taken up a position on the other side of the table, as if
expecting to  complete his  task.

I had  several more whispered moments with MoMo, telling him that I felt
embarrassed to  get a massage; especially in the same room as my parents are
sitting  in.

"KEVIN!"  mom shouted, turning her attention towards me. "Just get over
there and get a  massage. It's not like a big deal and your incessant whispering
to MoMo is very  distracting."

I had hoped to be able to forgo the massage, as anymore `gay' feelings might
 just tip my secret to  everyone.

I  stepped over to the leather table and the slave helped to remove all of my
 clothing except for my bikini briefs. I never gave it a thought, but now,
now, I  was standing there in my finest silk, pink undies. The slave had already
helped  me put them on, but now MoMo and JoJo were staring at them and
started to  smile.

I  quickly got up onto the table and laid on my stomach, the cold leather
felt so  good against my warm body. I knew, from looking in a mirror, the kind of
`view'  I was giving our two house slaves. I'm sure that JoJo would have
liked to have  seen more but I was certain that what she was looking at would
have to  suffice.

The  slave started right in by using some nice warm, scented oil on my
shoulders and  neck. All I could do, was to close my eyes and feel the softness of
the boys  hands glide across my taught muscles. I even tried to listen to the
news, to  avoid getting those secret feelings of mine; but as luck would have
it, MoMo  came over and whispered, "Enjoy it Master Kevin, I know this is what
you've been  wanting for a long, long  time."

I  turned my head, only to see MoMo leaving the room, followed by JoJo.

The slave  was in no apparent hurry to complete his task, or was it just
because it was  something that he really did enjoy  doing.
The sound from  the television faded into the farthest part of my mind, as
the slave began  working the tension from my back. I could actually feel my
muscles starting to  relax which only intensified the sensations I was getting
from the slave's  hands.

By  the time he was working my lower back, I was nearly asleep. Every once in
awhile  I could feel his fingers working under the band on my undies.

I don't  know why or how it all happened, but the one time I reacted to his
fingers  beneath my undies; I raised my hips, and in that fraction of a second
the slave  had slid my undies down and  off.

The  continuous massaging combined with the friction, or lack of, the oil
felt  marvelous. I didn't even mind when his fingers made their way in between my
two  cheeks. When his fingers circled my `rosebud' there was absolutely
nothing left  for me to do but to enjoy the moment. I didn't want that feeling to
ever go  away, and for the longest time... it  didn't.

"If  Sir would like to turn over now, so this slave may continue...", were the
only  words I heard. I hadn't even realized that he had already massaged my
legs and  feet. My brain was so transfixed on the anal port of the  massage.

Turning over was the easy part, trying to will my cock to deflate was the
hard  part. Thank goodness I was not looking in the direction of my parents.

The slave  simply smiled and continued his task. With anticipation, I
pondered what my  reaction was going to be when and if he started to rub oil onto my
sore dick and  hairy nads.

There must be some rule, written or otherwise; but the slave refrained from
touching my private parts until the last  thing.

I  even spread my legs out as far wide as the table would permit; thus
granting the  slave full access to my balls and cock. The oil felt so good on my
shaft as he  softly stroked back and forth and around and around. The slave has a
good sense  of knowing when to stop, so as to cease the flow of  semen.
Over and over  he manipulated my cock, all the while my eyes were closed and
envisioning  something or someone else holding on to my cock. If I, for even
one second  thought of this handsome, hairless slave my sperm would boil out
without even  having a hand touching my  dick.

Even  with closed eyes, I could feel and sense a sudden change in the slaves
demeanor.  "Enjoying having your own personal boy for the night son?" came
the thunderous  voice of my  father.

I  quickly pushed myself up onto my elbows and blinked away all of my sexual
emotions, all except the rather obvious one. "Geez dad you startled me." I
said  in a stupid attempt to start the `blame  game'.

The  slave had stepped aside, allowing my father to stand directly next to
me. I  turned my head in both directions, thinking that I'd see my  mother.

"No  need to worry about your mother son, she's seen plenty of masturbations
taking  place during her lifetime", dad said rather  reassuringly.

"Your mother has taken your sister to her bedroom for the night. It seems as
if  your mother has taken her `mean pills' tonight, so just be thankful she
is  taking it all out on your sister. I'd suggest that you take your slave to
your  room as well, that is if you intend on finishing what he's already
started."

It  all had happened so fast the any shame or embarrassment I should have
had, was  simply not present. My god, how could I have allowed myself to
compromise myself  in such a manner in front of my parents; not to mention my sister
seeing me as  she, too, left the room. My eye must have told exactly how I was
feeling at that  very moment because even the slave stood totally
expressionless.

I had no idea where this night was going, but I was sure to find out; as I
climbed the stairs two at a time with the slave boy right behind  me.

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