Date: Sat, 24 Nov 2007 15:06:08 -0500
From: billyparker22@aol.com
Subject: a lesson in time  part 50

A Lesson in Time, Chapter Fifty

This story is Copyright 2007. All world wide rights have been reserved by
its author.

Zeb continued talking softly, while his hands kept working their way up my
thighs towards my private parts; which sure as hell don't seem so `private'
any longer.

"I suppose you know by now Kevin that you more than likely won't be
included in the final stages of getting Shaun all kitted out tomorrow. I'm
guessing that you'd rather learn more about the life of a slave than to see
or to even help out just yet", Zeb said in a soft soothing tone of voice.

I started to think of all the things Zeb had said to me ever since they
laid me onto the table; and most everything he said really did make a heck
of a lot of sense.

My eyes darted back and forth, right to left up and down noticing where
everybody was and what they were doing. It seemed as if they all had
`rehearsed' everything prior to now.

Zeb finally reached my nads and was kneading them lower and lower into the
bottom of my scrotum. Jordan was began using some nice smelling soap or
something to clean my piercings and John Henry was attaching leather straps
and clips to my leather head harness. Luke was just quietly standing
opposite Jordan, just watching and listening like he was stalking
something; like a cat does when seeking a mouse.

"You know bro", Zeb said sorta `matter of factly', "We always kept our
`hogboys' all cinched up like I'm fixing to do with you and we kept our
dogboys all nice and free so that when they crawled around everybody could
see their nuts swinging low in their nicely stretched sac."

Luke smiled, his white teeth shone ever so brightly beneath the lamination
of the overhead lights. "So as I've already mentioned to you, I think you
need to experience having your balls on top of your cock instead of hanging
like a free man's do", Zeb stated with a sort of `dominating' tone of
voice. "It might feel a bit uncomfortable at first, not to mention awkward,
but your man enough to deal with it".

Soon, just seconds after his last word, Zeb began to separate my nuts and
bring them up on either side of my dick. "It seems as if you could have
stood to have them stretched a little more before now, but I can fix it
sure enough", Zeb said. "We should always strive for perfection here at
Willow Knolls. Mom and dad would expect at least that much from you and
me. Best we not disappoint them".

I felt him readjust the steel cinch ring around the root of my dick, as he
also swung the steel ring (s) from below my dick towards the center on
top. "Now to just get these big boys all set in place and I can start to
close the rings nice and slow so you won't feel any pain or
discomfort. Wouldn't want my own brother, my own flesh and blood to feel
any pain or nothing", he said as he smiled his most delicious of smiles
down toward my face.

The rings seemed cold now, as he tried his best to put each nut into its
own ring. "Just a little bit more bro and then I can start to tighten the
adjusting screw to bring them both together for you. You'll look great and
I'm betting you'll really like them by morning".

I heard the `click' of the metal ends being snapped shut and so far it
wasn't uncomfortable. "Just a little bit of adjusting bro and they'll be
perfect", Zeb calmly spoke.

In an instant I began to feel as if Zeb was pulling my nuts off as he began
to tighten the screw. I started to moan vigorously in defense of his
actions. "Oh, you like the way they are feeling bro?" he quipped. Zeb just
kept on slowly turning the screw and I could feel my balls being pulled
closer and closer together towards the goal of mounting them both on top of
my cock. In one last, long and quite loud attempt at screaming, I felt the
flesh of my nuts make contact with one another. Zeb leaned over, just above
my nipples and simply smiled. My erratic breathing seemed to slow down just
a bit, as he began to rub the now soft, tight skin of each of my balls.

Jordan hadn't missed a thing, as he continued to clean all of my rings. I
have to admit that when he was sliding them back and forth through the hole
left by the piercing needle, that my mind was easily swayed to feeling the
rather sensual motions. If my cock hadn't been cinched, pierced and filled
with a catheter; I'm positive that I would have sprung a hard on.

John Henry started to massage some kind of clear, unscented oil onto my
chest. It felt great and seemed to take my mind off of the constant tugging
down below as my nuts got used to their new home. I noticed Zeb reaching
for the bottle of lotion, taking it away from John Henry and then I felt
the same cool and refreshing sensation of the oil being applied to my
nuts. Zeb continued to smile, and remain silent, as he must be lavishing in
what he was doing to me. Luke continued to just observe everyone and
everything; soaking it up like a sponge.

I had noticed, however late it might have seemed, that the tube from my
catheter to my mouth was still circulating piss into my body and back
around again. It didn't seem nearly as potent now as it did in the
beginning and I didn't mind having to keep re-circulating it. I'm guessing
that it losses something over time from being filtered over and over again.

"I guess I can feel good about leaving you in the most capable hands of
Luke for now", Zeb said as he wiped his oily hands on John Henry's bare
scalp. "I want to go up and see how Shaun and the four puke fuckers are
making out. I'm hoping that Randy and Will have made them comfortable for
the night…(short giggle)… as tomorrow the five of them will for sure
not appreciate what we have planned for them."

My eyes followed him the best they could as Zeb slowly made his way to the
door. "I'll see you later on tonight after Luke has helped you understand
the ways of hogboys a little better. Maybe, if you're good, I'll let you
suck my cock for once; as you've been dreaming of sucking my manstick for
years. And if you've been really, really good for Luke, I might just fuck
you too. You'd probably love that wouldn't you bro. I bet you wouldn't even
mind it if I fucked you in front of these guys".

With that, Zeb made his final turn and exited the prep room; leaving me at
the mercy, beck and call, of Luke; who was now moving to stand between my
outstretched legs. John Henry left the room suddenly, as he should have,
following his Master to be close at hand.

The lotion that had been applied to my naked body seemed now to be warming
up some, which was an `added' bonus for me to enjoy. After the day that I'd
been having up till now, the oil along with the massage were both a welcome
relief.

I managed somehow to block out my own situation, to ponder the images in my
mind of what was taking place up in the processing barn. It didn't take
long for my brain to start a very vivid show of authority, humiliation and
much more.

As Zeb entered the building, the only light (s) that were on were the ones
directly overhead of Shaun; which seemed to highlight his oiled body to a
sensuous level.

Zeb carefully lowered the chains which kept Shaun elevated only on the tips
of his toes. There was a sigh of relief, muffled, but a sign none the less
from the once aggressive and sadistic male; now nothing more than a slave,
something for others to toy with and amuse themselves.

John Henry stayed with his back to the wall, hands behind his own head in
what was know as the `present and ready' position. Zeb began feeling up
Shaun in a way only a Master knows. It was rather nice to once again see
that Shaun really did appear to enjoy the flesh of males and not so much
that of females. He managed to stroke Shaun's cock to full erection in a
matter of seconds, before reaching around behind the slave and slamming his
fist into the grossly large plug that had earlier been forced up the
slave's rectum. Shaun let out a loud `yelp' the second that the pain
registered in his already traumatized and tired brain.

"I'm trying to decide if we should wait for your sister to arrive tomorrow
before we finish your processing or if we should get you all primp and
proper in anticipation of her arrival", Zeb said to the slave, knowing full
well that he had his mind already made up. "I think you'll really like your
final look, and you already know what that's going to be, don't you."

Shaun simply and with acknowledgement of defeat managed to nod his head. "I
guess I should tell you, although I'm not required to, to inform you that
you are being processed and will be exposed to training for a position with
a very prominent man overseas as his "White assed hogboy", Zeb said half
heartedly with a giggle. "Mature slaves such as yourself seem to be in
demand overseas, especially in places that are hot and full of sand and
camel shit."

Shaun's eyes seemed to reflect his emotions more than anything, as his eyes
began to show the onset of tears. Shaun's breathing became labored and he
began to beg Zeb to reconsider his fate; even pleading his case, offering
to do anything Zeb wanted or needed, which including being Zeb's own
hogboy. I'm sure that Shaun had ample knowledge of how brutal and ruthless
the Arab's can be when it comes down to getting a hard muscled white slave
like him.

Zeb didn't show the least bit of interest in Shaun's verbalizations. In
fact he simply turned away from Shaun; turning on a few more lights and
moving over to where the four teenaged slaves where kept in their insane
kneeling positions.

With nothing more than a hearty laugh, Zeb began to berate the four teens
as if they had committed a more serious offense than what they really
had. You'd have thought that they had been convicted of murder or something
the way Zeb was chastising them.

Standing just about in the middle of the four, with all of them kneeling
before him; Zeb unbuckled his trousers and lowered them and his boxer
shorts to the ground.

Grabbing his own cock, Zeb began spraying the four boys with his hot stream
of piss. Each slave boy appeared to be getting a face full of urine before
Zeb's stream trickled to an end. "A lot more of that before you get
finished with your processing tomorrow boys. Just think of it as my way of
introducing myself to you. My name is Master Zeb and I am one of two who
own this place AND you". The four boys, as if on cue began crying
uncontrollably.

"I could release you boys so that you could at least get some rest on the
nice straw in your pens, but I'm thinking that you guys understand why I'm
not going to be doing that. It was my brother that you used and abused and
I'm not one to forgive as easily as he does. So enjoy the night in your
stocks and keep on pissing and shitting in your jeans until morning gets
here. If it were up to me, I'd even have your ma and pa in here with you
guys. I hear that you all gave all of your earnings to them and they kept
encouraging you to return here for more sex and money. Well, those days are
officially over now. You all heard the judge… Your ass in ours for ten
years and you all can be sure that it is your ass that will pay a most high
price for your crimes".

As Zeb turned to walk out of the processing center, he turned to the four
teen boys and said, "Best you boys think about which one of you is going to
`volunteer' to be the new dogboy around here and which of you wants to be
the `bitch boy' of mine and my brothers. The other two sure won't like what
I have in store."

John Henry followed Zeb out of the building and the two of them headed
straight for the horse barn.

In the barn, Zeb found the pony boy brushing one of the horses and
singing. He was so quiet when he entered that `pony boy' didn't even notice
his arrival.

"Looks like you love your work, boy", Zeb said, startling the `pony boy'.

The slave instantly assumed the proper position upon realizing Zeb was
right behind him.

"Sir, yes Sir', said `pony boy'.

"Well that sure is a good thing you're doing. I am to understand that you
actually put yourself into slavery and asked to be sent here?" Zeb asked
politely.

"Sir, yes Sir. I needed some form of control and guidance in my life and I
just figured that being here with other slaves would give me the direction
in life that I needed, Sir".

Zeb's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. He approached the boy slowly, as
to not startle him to much and then put his arm around the pony boy's
shoulders.

"Let's you and me take a walk boy", Zeb said in his `brotherly' way.

Together they exited the stable without John Henry; who was left to wonder
just what in the heck was going on.

"I've heard nothing but good things about you before I arrived", Zeb spoke
softly yet in command. "There is something that I think might interest you
and that something is that I feel you would better serve Master Kevin and
myself if you were to become our permanent `stable boy'. I feel as if you
can better not only yourself, but so many others here now and in the
future".

The young slave didn't know what to think or what to say except, "Sir, yes
Sir. Thank you Sir."

"I know that you love or at least seemed to love pulling the carriage
around all day long, and that you've also done most of the training as a
pony boy all on your own. That is most commendable boy", Zeb said squeezing
the boy closer into him.

"Let's just say that from now on, you are assigned the permanent care of
all of our horses. If you need help I shall see to it that you get it. If
there is a problem with any of the horses you come to me or Master Kevin
immediately".

The boy slave kept his eyes lowered out of respect, responding with "Sir,
yes Sir".

"Excellent!" Zeb said a bit more upbeat. "We'll be training many slaves
here in the fine art of carriage pulling and tandem slave wagon pulling and
you'll be a most entrical part of their learning experience. One day you
just might find yourself `king slave of the entire stables, with other
slaves under your personal control… but let's not count chickens before
they hatch".

There was a detectable smile on the slave's face as he spiritedly replied,
"Sir, yes Sir". Zeb was pleased that the slave had listened to His words
and understood them, as best as could be, under the circumstances.

Zeb stopped walking and stood firm as he glared down at the stable boy and
began to speak in a strange tone of voice saying, "I hear tell that you
were one of many in the stable the night that Master Kevin was amongst the
slaves. And the things that I saw on the video of Master Kevin were or were
not of his own choosing?"

The slave took several, calculated seconds, to set his mind in motion so to
enable him to answer his Master's question honestly.

"Sir, Master Kevin was in the stable that night Sir, but I'd have to say
that He seemed rather like he had been sedated or drugged Sir."

"How so", replied Zeb.

"Sir, it just seemed to me Sir, that Master Kevin didn't appear to be
himself Sir. I mean, Sir, well… Sir… when Master Kevin was trying to
pull my carriage for the first time and all…well.. Sir… Master Kevin
appeared to be smiling and having a great time Sir. But inside the stable
that night Master Kevin just seemed different."

Zeb continued the interrogation by asking, "So what you are telling me is
that it appeared to you as if Master Kevin was mentally impaired that
night. You are saying that he perhaps was drunk or drugged or something
like that?"

"Sir, yes Sir", the boy meekly replied.

"There has to be more to this story boy. What else can you tell me about
that night", Zeb pushed for more answers, knowing full well that whoever
participated in his brothers bestial acts was to be punished beyond
reproach.

"Sir, I can't say for sure Sir… but I'm pretty sure that Master Kevin was
given a couple of those bottles to suck dry while he was in the stables,
Sir", the slave said, feeling a wee bit nervous about where all of this
might be leading to. Sir, it is not uncommon for a new slave to be brought
out to the stable and forced to help groom the horses and all Sir, but…
it seemed as if Master Kevin was doing things, Sir, that just about anybody
wanted him to do Sir. It ain't nothing for a new slave to help out washing
and cooling down the horses after a hard day of pulling, but Master Kevin
was made to do a lot more than that Sir. I suppose most of what Master
Kevin did was what you saw on video Sir".

Zeb didn't know if he wanted to strangle somebody or to just simply try and
understand the demonic situations that slaves here had been put through.

"So, tomorrow morning, if we parade the remaining slaves through here
you'll be able to point out which ones were present during Master Kevin's
initiation?"

"Sir, yes Sir. I can point them out Sir, but that would be like ratting out
a fellow slave Sir", the boy said with a detectable tone of real concern.

"Not really boy", Zeb quickly replied. "If you are to be in charge of the
stables, then it is your responsibility to tell your Masters everything
they need to know or ask. You will never be housed with any of the
slaves. Your home now is the stables and that is where you shall
remain. The only time another slave will be around you is when a Master or
an Overseer is with them getting them all fitted out for the day, with your
help of course."

The slave boy seemed to understand where this was going and he simply
remained silent, expecting Zeb to expound more general information and
knowledge in his direction.

The young slave's eyes seemed to brighten with every passing word from
Master Zeb. It was if he'd found the one free man that he could honestly
rely on to train him with and for a purpose. The slave seemed to simply
become mesmerized with Master Zeb.

Now, with his hands on the slaves bare shoulders, Zeb quietly yet firmly
said; "The only time a body is to be tethered to that breeding bench is
when it is going to be wheeled under a stallion and not before. The days of
binding a slave to that fucking thing are over, just for the pleasure and
delight of being able to fuck it whenever some asshole feels like it. Is
that understood?"

As the slave was being pushed to his knees he simply, yet soundly replied,
"Master, yes Master".

Zeb unzipped himself and allowed his soft penis to linger momentarily
before speaking again. "I'm in desperate need of a urinal and it looks as
if you're the only urinal in sight".

With resounding desire and need to please his new Master, the slave quickly
sealed his lips tightly around Zeb's dick and waited for what he knew would
be a most delightful `treat'.


Zeb only need place his hands atop the slave's head as his flow began, in
spurts, to fill the slave's eager and willing mouthhole.

"Good boy", Zeb said with a certain amount of appreciation. "You've had a
great deal of practice, by the looks of it".

The young slave remained vigilant towards Master Zeb's flaccid dick, as he
eagerly ran his tongue over the slit; attracting every last drop of golden
nectar that was available.

Zeb continued to look down toward the slave, thinking what kind of life
this slave must have had before enslaving himself to the will of free
men. The youthfulness of the slave's flesh seemed to electrify Zeb's sense
of touch; causing him to recall when he was the same age as the slave. Zeb
encountered an unexpected, unexplained, pang of sadness for the slave;
which he'd have to resolve sooner or later. He envisioned himself driving
his manhood deep within the confines of the slave's gut; wanting and
desiring to promote his authority over this and every other slave at Willow
Knolls.

After a short mental debate, with himself, Zeb eased his cock from the
slave's mouth and zipped himself up. "I must go now, as there is much work
for your Master to do before sleep arrives this day", Zeb said as if he
somehow felt he owed this particular slave an explanation.

The slave remained kneeling, as Zeb turned away; motioning to John Henry to
follow along properly.

There was a scant moment where Zeb thought of checking on the slave barns
before returning to the mansion but common sense, decency and the yearning
to see Kevin overtook those thoughts.

`Screw all this walking', Zeb thought to himself. `Next time and thereafter
I'll just use the fucking electric cart'.

Although the walk back was short, it gave Zeb plenty of time to think of,
and about his brother. His mind was awash in many things, just hoping that
his plan, his course of action, was going to be the right one. There was so
much responsibility that had now been placed upon him and Kevin, that he
began to doubt himself as to whether or not he could come through with
everything `without' Kevin's help.

The sheer fact that their parents had given them the opportunity of a
lifetime, but to add to that; the heavy burden of repaying the loan with
it's outlandish rate of return was almost more than Zeb could handle at the
moment. He only knew that with the sale of Shaun, the loan would be
substantially reduced; yet, there was still much to consider and plan
for. Could he do it all alone, with only having his parents to answer so
many seemingly unanswerable questions?

As Zeb neared the mansion he paused to take in the waning light of the
day. There was an eerie calm that quickly enveloped him. He began not to
feel so desperate and alone. He realized that his parents, particularly his
mother, had plans of her own for the entire town; which one day would
finally get caught up with, and step into the twenty first century. A
slight smile developed on Zeb's face as he thought of such a day. A
glorious day where slavery was more common place for everyone, and just not
the select few; especially those in high, prominent places.

Zeb's vision blazed a bright light in his brain as he saw properly dressed
and decorated slaves of every shape, size and race serving free men and
women. Unlike larger towns and big cities, the town would have its own
niche with the way and manner any and all slaves were treated, used, and
disciplined. He briefly saw himself, and Kevin, in prominent roles within
the governing body of the town as well.

Zeb's faint smile quickly turned into a grin as he approached the stairs
leading from outside, passed the dog kennel, as he somehow banished any
immediate thoughts of Kevin's role in the immediate future. Zeb's own cock
was beginning to strain beneath the fiber of his clothes. His mind was
instantly transformed back to his former life as an overseer and of all the
demonic, yet pleasing, functions he was permitted to have at his disposal.



 To be continued