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A Lesson In Time, Chapter Thirteen
I couldn't hear any voices, as we neared the front of the house, so I could only assume that the four teenaged youths had gone inside. Little did I know, at the time, what was going on; but it would prove to be a most useful bit of knowledge later.
John Henry attended to me as if he'd been my slave all of his life. Between him, `616' and Shaun, John Henry was probably the closest to my own age if not maybe a little older.
I couldn't believe the similarities between him and `616'; the way they had washed my body, delivered a through enema and shaved my face. It was as if they'd both been trained by the same person.
I did, however, feel obligated to tell John Henry about the absence of my own pubic hair; to which he smiled and I thought that I even saw a small glimmer in his eyes.
His only reply was, "Master, Sir, it is not for a slave to question the appearance of a master, Sir. I had an idea that something had occurred, as remnants of penis bruising is still quite obvious,"
I slipped on my swim trunks and a nice clean tee shirt and made my way down to the pool area. The housekeeper and the Housemaster were the only people at the pool; both of them appeared quite busy.
John Henry double stepped to get ahead of me; to which I followed his lead to one of the several areas where the lounge chairs were beneath rather nice looking umbrellas.
The slave boy was quick to inquire as to what I wanted to drink and equally as quick he returned with a tall frosty bottle of beer. I sat there, trying to pass the time by observing the two employees as they continued setting things up for the cookout.
When I noticed John Henry kneeling on the rough surface of the pool deck, I gave him the option of either sitting on his butt, on the concrete surface or he could choose to sit on the pool lounger with me. He took the last option, and sat at the end of the lounger; barely out of the sun.
I moved my legs; just enough to give the slave a little more space for his butt; which seemed to please him even more. I knew that I didn't, or shouldn' t concern myself with `pleasing' a slave; but it wasn't in my nature to cause undo discomfort, knowingly.
Through the gate in the hedge, Shaun came into the pool area, followed by slave I'd yet seen. The slave was crawling on his hands and knees as if it was the natural thing to be doing.
I swung my leg up and over John Henry; allowing me to stand. With a simple hand shake, the two of us sat down and the Housemaster brought Shaun his drink without even asking.
The initial bits of conversation were mostly about me and my family but soon turned to my interest in learning the slave business from the bottom up. I had to assure Shaun that my father would not have it any other way, if in fact I went to work at his company, I was more than pleased to know that my dad's reputation had filtered down to this out of the way slave center; which made me feel just a tad bit more important.
Shaun talked of many things, in the time we were left alone. For instance, the slave that had crawled behind him, was once a vibrant young man, born to serve; but for some reason had been reduced to nothing more than a dog, be it for the few things he did for his master Shaun.
I learned something about the slave John Henry as well. His was probably the most traumatic enslavement that I'd heard so far, but I was more than pleased with just how much the slave had come to understand his hidden purpose in life.
The number of slaves here actually staggered my imagination, but Shaun assured me that they were all well taken care of here. However, some of their lease holders seemed to be rather sadistic and were always pushing the limits of the law when it came to how a slave was to be treated while performing a task. Due to the way the laws were written, these particular slaves had no legal recourse against the `cruel and unusual' punishments they received while out working off their debt to society. That to me, seemed like something that I would like to sink my teeth in and see about getting changed once I became a full fledged employee.
Shaun turned the conversation into a question and answer period about my five
day stay at Windy Hills and he seemed rather happy that his employers were not as demanding upon him or of the slaves which worked around the house. I could tell by his voice, that Shaun was happy with his work and his slave. He seemed to have a definite since of pride in the way he performed his job; especially when it came to fulfilling the requirements of the legal system. He made sure that mentioned his high marks, from all of the state inspections which are held monthly for all the slave holding centers around the state.
John Henry kept an eye on our two drinks and was always quick to replenish them, but after my fourth beer I shied away from having another.
I was both eager for tomorrow to arrive and due to my stomach feeling the pangs of hunger I was anticipating the food; which smelled delicious as it cooked on the two big grills.
The sun was setting, just as the back door sprung open and the four teens came running out followed unceremoniously by Doc. The boys were only clad in towels, wrapped tightly around their waists.
The towels soon came flying off and now I could plainly see the naked forms of their bodies, as they all jumped in, various ways, into the pool. The laughter seemed to forbid the thoughts of slavery and pain, as they frolicked in the water, laughing and splashing.
Doc stood firm for a moment, watching his four charges playing, while I too watched; as the occasional cock and pubic hair came flying out of the pool and
jumping back in again.
Shaun quickly and rather quietly told me of the four teens and what they were doing in the house. My mind went into overdrive, as I tried to recall if anything in the folder mentioned the making, production, and distribution of pornographic movies.
Before Doc had a chance to sit, the Housemaster was handing him his cocktail and quickly then re-joined the housekeeper in making final preparations for dinner.
"So young Master Kevin, have you seen enough for one day? Has Shaun filled you in on some of the basic functions around here? Have you had a chance yet to mount young John Henry? I haven't fucked him in quite some time, but I hear from his master that he still acts like a virgin every time a cock slides up his beautiful ass", Doc said without as much as taking a breath.
I smiled one of my better smiles as I answered the barrage of questions. " Shaun has told me a great deal Sir and he's been quite helpful in peaking my enthusiasm for tomorrow's work in the slave induction barn. I've enjoyed my tour with John Henry. One wouldn't guess that John Henry was a slave by the way he explained the buildings and their purpose, and `no' I hadn't had time to
contemplate mounting the slave, although I will admit that from what I've seen of him, I'm sure he'd perform admirably."
Doc just laughed as if he was in agreement with what my response had been, along with Shaun. "Well, I'm sure you'll find us agreeable to just about anything around here you want to see or do. If you want to help Shaun and his men tomorrow I don't see any reason why you couldn't. You might even find it interesting to rein a team of slaves around the entire plantation if you'd like,
but that's entirely up to you. You don't need to hurry anything, anything at all. You've got a full six days ahead of you here and I'm certain that there is plenty to occupy the time."
Doc set his glass down and sauntered over to the edge of the pool, which instantly got the four boys to quiet down. The next thing, Doc slips into the pool and is completed surrounded by the teens. They are hugging and kissing him with passion. It was somewhat odd, as only the three of us adults, excluding the help, had shorts on, but I'm guessing that there was a reason that Doc and Shaun stayed appropriately clothed.
Doc waved for Shaun and myself to join him in the pool, which I must say was an invitation I couldn't refuse after the week I'd just had.
The two of us got up and approached the side of the pool and all of a sudden the four boys went silent, all staring at me with looks of bewilderment across their angelic faces.
"They are wondering why we haven't included the two slaves in the pool festivities. The boys always seem to enjoy playing with the slaves on the weekends. It's up to you if you want your to join in. My slave has to sit this one out for now, as he didn't perform to his normal capabilities in the cottage", Shaun said with a slight bit of regret.
I turned to face John Henry, and as if for no other reason than it was still hot and muggy out, I called for him to join me. His face lit up like a Christmas tree and he wasted few steps to get to the pool.
Feeling a bit like a youthful kid myself, I quickly and without regard, pushed John Henry into the pool. The four boys were upon him like a snake to a mouse. There laughter and giggles was music to my ears as I unnoticeably slipped into the pool alongside Doc. Shaun got in on the other side of Doc, and all three of us took a minute to enjoy the sights and sounds of the five naked bodies frolicking in the pool.
A few minutes later and the four boys were trying to get me involved in their shenanigans but I resisted, at first; until Doc spoke up on my behalf.
"Boys, boys, easy now. Have you forgotten what I told you downstairs? Did I, or did I not, tell you that our guest is from the big city and that he to is a master. One must remember to treat all masters with respect and dignity."
The silence was deafening for several seconds, as the four boys looked as if they'd just gotten their butts spanked or something. Then to a person, each of them apologized first to Doc and then to me for failing to remember their manners.
"I'm not opposed to having a little fun", I quickly and joyously announced. "I'll be happy to engage in your games for a little while. I think it might be just what I need to relax and enjoy your hospitality."
I looked over to Shaun and gave him a weird look, as if I was telling him to cut his slave some slack, at least for tonight.
"Jordan, you may join the others in the pool if you so desire, but mind your manners like a good boy", Shaun said to his slave.
I watched, rather sadly, as the Jordan crawled over to the edge of the pool and allowed his body to slither into the water. At least, once his body was covered with the refreshing texture of the water, a nice smile began to show up on his face. My heart felt happy... happy because I made this small thing happen for what I felt was a worthy cause.
The boys decided on playing the age old game of `chicken', for which I used to be pretty good at. There were seven of us, so one person was going to have to sit out, until all of a sudden Shaun decided to join in.
There was the `choosing of teams' by the four exuberant teens and I was picked by the oldest of them.
Just before the start, my team mate boldly announced that Shaun and I were improperly dressed for the game. It only took me to see Shaun shucking his swim shorts to understand the rules... which were simple. Last team standing wins and there are no other rules. Two teens quickly grabbed at my swim suit and I joined the ranks of naked flesh; all while Doc maintained his composure along the wall of the pool.
The action was ferocious. Had it not been for the water surrounding my nuts, I'd probably lost out within the first minute. It was easy to see how they played their version of the game, and I was soon flailing my arms and legs as the two of us went under the water. Before I had gotten my feet planted on the bottom, hands were grabbing at my cock and balls and one pair of hands was preying at my butt cheeks. Everyone was laughing as if this type of horse play was the `norm' for them so I didn't object or allow myself to get upset. I finally deemed my loss and surrender, as I made my way back over to stand alongside Doc, while the others continued to play and shout. My team mate found his way to the steps and sat, watching his friends fight it out to a final
victory.
One by one, the teams fell and the steps were beginning to be crowded as the last two teams dug in for the right to be called `champs'. When it was all said and done, Shaun and his team mate had survived the battle, without as much as a scratch, but it seemed as if they both had gotten excited, over their final match.
As Jordan went to assist Shaun with getting his swim shorts back on, so did John Henry with me; but I stopped him and told him to wait until I was ready to exit the pool. He smiled and I could see the glitter of happiness in his eyes. After all, it was seldom, to never, that I got to swim naked and I wasn' t going to pass up the opportunity to do so now.
The four teens watched as I made lap after lap in the pool; changing my stroke with each successive lap. No sooner had I stopped, they all came over to me and began asking a lot questions, most of them frivolous except the final one; which was asked by the one who appeared to me, to be the youngest. " Excuse me Sir, but why is it that you don't have any hair around your penis?" I was caught off guard by the question, and to be honest... I'd forgotten that I had been shaved.
I gathered my thoughts, and selected my words very carefully; as now everyone, everyone, was awaiting my answer.
"When I was at my previous destination, I volunteered to be `milked' of my sperm, and in order for the machine to function properly, they had to remove all the hair in my pelvic and pubic region", I responded with a straight face,
trying to sound as if it was nothing more than a `normal' thing to be milked in such a fashion. My explanation to the teens seemed to suffice, but the grin on Doc and Shaun told a different story.
Thankfully the Housemaster informed all, that dinner was ready. John Henry quickly slid my swimsuit back on and I pulled myself from the pool; enjoying the sight of the boys running to get their towels to dry themselves. It was even nicer to see that they desired to remain naked during the dinner hour.
I sat around the table with Doc, Shaun and the Housemaster; while all of the boys along with the slaves sat on the deck on the opposite side of the pool, away from us. Apparently this type of behavior was acceptable and expected on such occasions as not one free male objected.
Doc just had to bring up the bit about my milking and I played it down to where it didn't seem like such a big deal. I didn't feel that they needed to know all of the particulars. And then Shaun brought up the new SIMS machine in a rather non-delicate fashion.
"We're getting one of the new SIMS machines that your dad is selling. My sister and her boy' Fido were at your father's demonstration a couple of weeks ago. She works for the state, and she purchased three of them for the slave centers and we're lucky enough to be getting one. She was telling me about the new slave there that her boy' got to milk and she said that if she was in the market for another slave, herself, she'd have purchased or leased that one right on the spot. I'm guessing, knowing her as I do, that she have him castrated and living like a dog by now."
All I could do was to come up with some silly assed response to his statement, hoping that it would sound authentic enough to pass as the truth. "Yes, well he was new for sure. He hadn't been there long at all and had just finished his physical exam about an hour before he was presented to the group. I'm sure by now he is long since gone from my father's company and is out doing what slave's like him do best."
"The way my sister tells it, the slave seemed to enjoy being on display and having folks play with his `tackle', especially the way he moaned and groaned
when Fido got him to bust a nut. She thinks he'd make a damn good sex slave to some deserving man or men."
"I'm sure that your sister has a keen eye for male flesh, more so than I do, so I'd do well to leave the assumptions to her", I said, hoping beyond hope that Shaun would drop the subject.
Doc, bless his heart, felt that Shaun had beaten the dead horse enough and he
himself changed the subject matter.
"The boys and I thought perhaps after dinner that you might like a tour of the downstairs rooms. The boys spend a lot of time down there and have kept it
looking quite nice, not to mention very functional."
Wanting to seem sincere, I replied; "Yes, that would be very nice of them to show me where they spend their weekends. Shaun was telling me a little bit about it earlier. I haven't seen any real porno movies, but I hear that they can really be exciting to watch."
"Indeed they can. We've been able to amass a nice nest egg' from the sale of the videos. We've only recently begun making S&M flicks, but the demand for them over the last two years as quadrupled. A lot of the time, we actually have to seek volunteers' from the slave barns in order to come up with something new and exciting for our club members."
"You mean that some of the slaves here actually volunteer for the pain and humiliation which the videos portray?" I asked in earnest.
"No, no, that's not exactly the right terminology I should have used", replied Doc. "You see, what happens is, when we get ready to make a new flick, either Shaun or myself will approach a group of new indentured slaves and point out the benefits from making the video with us. It seems that they all would
rather perform in front of the camera for a couple of days, versus the alternative of having to endure being kept in amongst a barn full of slaves who' ve just had their chastity cages removed after wearing them for sixty days. And to make it more inviting for them we also mention that they'll be exempt from the `basic' slave training for the first week, as it seems that all criminals in the state know just how bad their first week can be if they ever get caught and sentenced to a term of indenture."
"It sure sounds like you've got all your I's dotted and your t's crossed, when it comes to making sure that the slaves used are not being forced to comply with making the videos", I replied.
"Well thanks to the legal brain inside of my sister's head; we've been able to thwart any bad publicity and legal ramifications", Shaun added.
"Then it's settled. After dinner we'll all go and show you around the lower part of the house. I'm sure you'll find it to your liking", Doc said with a
smile.
I was never so glad that I was sitting up at the table, whereby no one could possibly see the tent in my swimsuit.
TBC...
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