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A Lesson In Time, Chapter Fifteen
I was ever so thankful that Doc had come when he did. I began by explaining to him the reason why I sounded so urgent on the phone; as we sat side by side on the edge of the bed. "Doc, I'm just so confused right now, but I feel comfortable around you so I hope you can help me sort through all of my feelings. I guess I should just come right out and tell you that I'm gay, and that I really want to have sex with John Henry. The problem is, that he has a master and he's a slave and for some reason I don't want to cause any problems between him and his master. I know that you've said that I can use him as my personal slave while I'm here, but I just don't feel right about it. But there's more to my dilemma, so please bear with me for a couple of minutes if you don't mind." Doc reached over and placed his hand on my leg, as if to say everything was going to be just fine; so I continued. "My private world seems to be in turmoil with my work. I mean, now my folks know that I'm gay, but I haven't come right out and admitted it to them, even though my mom asked me about it last night. I'd never messed around with another guy until early last week, other than one of my class mates; when we had jerk off sessions. I found myself sliding my ass up and down on a slave's cock; but I'm the one who is supposed to be the dominate one. After all I am considered to be a master' in the loose term of the word. And yesterday, touring your place with John Henry and seeing what I saw, and then this morning actually working with a slave has added a great burden to my thought process." Doc moved his hand from my leg, to grasping my hand very gently as he responded, "Kevin, its one thing to understand and accept your sexual orientation and it's another thing to be open about it. I think that since your mother has broached the subject already, that it's only fair that you ease her mind and concerns by telling her the truth, the whole truth. As far as John Henry's master is concerned, which is the most important thing; is that you avail yourself of his slave and enjoy yourself to the fullest extent which you feel comfortable with. It is rare for him to allow anybody to use his slave, so there must be some unknown connection between you two." I was about to respond, but Doc put a finger up to my lips; as if telling me to remain silent, and continue to listen. "Now without you even telling me about yesterday and this morning, let me just tell you a little story, if that's all right. I want to start by telling you just a little bit about Jordan. He was gay from the get-go and he knew it. He enjoyed all the things boys like him did when he lived at home with his family. Hell, by the time he was fifteen, his father and all of his uncles and cousins had used him repeatedly. There wasn't anything virgin' about him by the time he got to us. However, when he finally opened up to us, we soon discovered his hidden desire to live like a dog and to be as one with a dog. As we speak, Jordan is still down in the kennel with Spartacus. It's not something that I'd have chosen for him, but it's his life and anybody who lives with us, we do all we can to make them happy. What you saw of him last night, was more or less a show; as he didn't want to offend your personal beliefs about such things and men and animals living together. Jordan used to be my boy until he went to live with the dog, and now Shaun oversees the boys day to day activities; leaving me to use one of the slaves or one of the weekend boys. Do you understand what I'm trying to convey here?" With a sense of embarrassment, my head hanging down, I replied, "yes, I'm starting to get a grasp of what you're saying." I was getting a blow by blow, detailed dissertation of some of what has gone around here over the last two years. It was going to make for some pretty interesting notes. "And it goes the same way with many of the men who find themselves here after being sentenced to servitude. Many, many men have refrained from allowing themselves to think as if they might have an interest in men, while others knew
it but chose to avoid it. I think that's why our slaves are usually some of the most productive workers in the state. Shaun tries to determine which of the new ones have those `gay tendencies' and places him in the appropriate barn, where the slave will do the most good. At first, I was apprehensive about the idea, but after reading reports and hearing the comments made about our slave facility; it just proved that Shaun was right in his thinking. All the slaves work better, live better and all seem content every day of the year; all because they have free access at night to slave pussy and that seems to satisfy even the toughest of the slaves. And the rate of recidivism amongst them is also the lowest in the state. Hell by the time some of them get released from here, they move in together and we all know what that means."
"Interesting indeed. I never would have even thought of those things unless somebody explained them to me. Thanks." "Now then, as far as John Henry goes... well he's a horse of a different color. He wasn't known to be gay, yet he had many gay friends in school. He even used a slave to get a blowjob from once, and apparently he seemed to enjoy it.
I'm sure you've questioned him by now about his past and I know that he was
quite forward with his feelings towards his own father. However, I'll just say that he has become the best slave any of us have ever seen. There isn't anything he wouldn't do for his master or me. He's what you might call our pride and joy boy'." I was all ears as Doc talked about John Henry. I needed, and wanted to know everything there was to know about him for some unexplainable reason. The last thing Doc spoke of was that John Henry'scontract' was coming up soon, on the slave's birthday. "That's the reason the boys master is absent at this time. As much as the boy's master despises the father, he had to fly down and visit him first. Then he flies to New York to visit the boy's mother and the once time friend. There was a big to do when this kid showed up here thinking that John Henry would go back home with him and become the kid's personal slave, but John Henry decided to stay on here and now the poor kid doesn't know what to do or what to think. He can stay here, go be a full time slave to his former friend or he can go home and live with his mother; who will more than likely keep him as a slave and loan him out to some of her high society friends... men and women."
"Well, can't the slave, simply return to normal life and live on his own?" I asked with baited breathe. "I suppose by all legal rights, he could; but he's so happy serving a master that it would be difficult for him to do it, even if he went through one of those re-acclamation courses that slaves get, I just don't feel that he'll survive on his own. Not that being a slave for the rest of his life is a bad thing, but I think the least he could do would be to find himself a lover, boyfriend or something along those lines and live a happy life together; still being able to remain the submissive one and the one who enjoys serving." "So this slave could in all actuality have his contract bought by somebody else and then there'd be no decision making on his part?" "Exactly, and that is why his master is trying to sort out all of the details now, instead of waiting six months down the road when the contract needs to end or get extended." There was a pause in our conversation until Doc spoke up. "We've seemed to have gotten off the subject just a bit, so let's try and talk about you for now." Listening to all the things that had gone on around here, I knew that my ` minor' situation was nothing to be ashamed of, so I just started talking and waited to see where it would all lead. I told Doc everything that was in my head. I kept nothing back, as it would have only hindered my education and my life. As soon as I was done, Doc simply smiled, ran his hand roughly through my hair and stood up; moving towards the phone on the desk. "Frank, I need you to get things ready for a session. No none of you. Just plan on an A, B and C for now. We can always muster up enough for anything else later. We'll be down in a few." >From the desk, over to the bathroom Doc moved; summoning John Henry. "Master Kevin will be going downstairs with us to resolve a few of his uncertainties. See that he has something simple to wear", was all that Doc said to the slave. As I watched the slave going through the drawer that I put my socks and underwear in, Doc came over to me and very softly and caringly said, "Kevin, all will be ready for your self-exploration and nothing that you don't want to happen will happen. For your safety and satisfaction, if you want to stop, just raise two fingers on either hand and everything will immediately stop and nothing will be said about it. The boys are more than capable of their assignments, and with John Henry there, things will probably go a lot smoother." I was about to stand, when the slave came over and began slipping a pair of my white undies over my feet and up my legs. I stood, so that he could get them all the way up and then Doc began moving towards the door, with me following him and John Henry coming along behind. As we walked down the hallway on the main floor, both the housekeeper and the Housemaster stood silently by, backs to the wall as we passed them. "You both may attend, if you have all of your work completed", Doc said to his two employees. A bit of fear welled up inside of me, as the two fell into line behind John Henry. I had no idea, none what so ever, that my afternoon was going to be witnessed by anyone other than the three of us plus the four boys. I guess that the howling from the dog, startled me somewhat; just knowing what might be going on down at the far end of the basement, but I quickly regained my thoughts and proceeded into the first two rooms. The four boys were there, smiles a mile wide and all of them bare ass naked. Their cocks looked just as magnificent today as they did yesterday, even with all of their pubic bush still in tact. The oldest of the boys, Frank, came over to me and gently took hold of my forearm and began leading me over to what was a rather large shower area; much like one would see in a gym locker room. Behind me, I could hear Doc, speaking softly to John Henry. The other boys soon joined us in the shower and as gently as they could, they attached cuffs to my wrists and then attached them to some chains which were dangling from the ceiling; thus leaving my arms outstretched. They deftly repeated the procedure with my ankles, leaving me spread out, just like the slaves up in the processing barn. I watched with anticipation as John Henry came forward and held up a weird looking gag. "Don't be frightened Sir, it's just to assure that you receive the expected treatment you have requested, Sir." There was a slight hint of a smile on his face, but his eyes gave me the most reassuring. The look on the slave's face was one of happiness and ease. I opened my mouth and allowed him to insert the cock looking piece of latex into my mouth and then felt the tug of the straps as he reached around behind my head to buckle it closed. As the slave moved back, I could see the two employees leaning, shoulders to the wall, watching everything; without as much as an expression on their face. I had a brief moment of total shock run through my body when I saw Doc approach holding a scalpel. "I just need everyone here to understand what's going on. Master Kevin feels that it is something he must undergo, in order that he may feel and experience what a normal slave might go through upon entering the system. It is far and few between, that men such as Master Kevin, have the
desire to go through this, as we all know most slave owners could care less about the emotional and physical stress and strain of a slave. I have assured him that his safety is foremost and that he will be treated with the utmost respect and dignity of that which he is trying to understand. No harm, permanent, shall come upon him at any time during this exercise. Master Kevin has decided that the need to experience a standard slave induction, within reason, is something which he has to understand in order for him to better himself in his job performance and later on in life. Some of you might just take a lesson from this man, as his dedication to preserving the age old issue is slavery in America is commendable." Nothing was said by anyone else, as Doc proceeded to cut away my brand new undies and toss them aside. "Alright boys, you all know the procedures well enough that I shouldn't have to coach you through any of the first segment", Doc said, as he maintained eye contact with me. "But just keep it off from the neck down, OK?" At first the water cascading over me was ice cold, but it soon warmed up to a comfortable temperature as all four boys began to lather my body with shaving soap and began scrapping away all vestiges of my youthful hair. There were comments made by the boys as they shaved me, things one might hear as if he was witnessing a slave induction. None of them were really unexpected, as I'd had the notion that Doc had given them some latitude within themselves not only on what they could or couldn't do, but also what they could and could not say. I tried my best to keep my eyes focused on John Henry throughout the shaving; watching for any changes in his facial expressions. My cock rose to the occasion of having the boys shave off the stubble from earlier last week and I came close to an orgasm as they all took turns running their razors over my balls. When they spread my butt cheeks, was when I really began to understand and feel more like a slave. I could easily see how a man might feel, having someone come up to him and begin to denude his ass. It was, up until now, my secret' about what transpired at Windy Hills, until one of the boys said, "Damn will you look at that. Sure don't look like a virgin ass to me." "Jez... sure looks like we got us a real true blue faggot slave here boys", said another one of them. After my shaving, I was made to kneel on the floor and undergo my second enema of the day. But the way the boys performed it, sure wasn't like John Henry, 616', Shaun or even MoMo had done before today. There wasn't that slow steady stream of soapy water going into me. Instead it was a rush of water, which caused me to have severe cramping, which seemed to amuse the four boys. Thankfully, I didn't need but two fillings and one final rinse before that part of the session was completed. At least for my body scrubbing the boys opted not to `string' me back up. Instead, one of them knelt behind me and pulled my balls back towards my ass, twisting them ever so slightly. My cock was so ready to explode, that I had to
focus on the two employees who were glued to watching; which was an automatic deterrent for having to spurt cum all over the shower area. However, every time I looked at John Henry, all I could think about was laying side by side with him in bed; having a night of idyllic sex. As the flow of water came to a halt, the four boys toweled themselves off, but left me to drip and shiver while standing on the tiled floor. "Well done, gentlemen, well done" Doc said as he ran his hands over every inch of my body; to which my cock continued to harden and my balls began to contract upwards. "Okay, let's get this slave over to the examination room for his exam, tests, and adornments." I began to actually feel as if I was indeed a slave, just by the way everyone was `referring' to me. It wasn't a good feeling, that's for sure. John Henry stepped forward with a look of sadness on his face, which I couldn 't understand, and he wasn't going to explain; as he reached out and grabbed my hard cock and began to guide me from the room. The warmth of his hand, as he was less than gentle with my dick, was nearly erotic. The four boys all pushed me from behind, coaxing me on by spewing forth a few words that a slave might hear on a frequent basis. The exam room was a bit warmer and well lit; as they didn't ask me to get onto the table. Instead, they all simply grabbed my arms and legs and hauled me up on the paper covered, padded table; while John Henry maintained his vice like grip on my cock. Soon my arms were spread out, held that way by some nylon straps attached overhead. My legs were draped up and over something that resembled a thing I'd seen once or twice on television and then my ankles were secured. "Okay so far Master Kevin?", Doc asked with a concerned tone. I nodded in the affirmative and then Doc stepped out of my field of vision. A couple of straps were placed over my chest, just below my nipples and the o ther just above my hips. John Henry was still holding onto my cock, but not as firm as before. I craned my head upwards so that I could see his face, which
now seemed to have reverted back to a partial smile. >From off to the side I heard Doc say, "You boys better keep the slaves head down, so that he doesn't injure himself. You wouldn't want to be held responsible for causing Master Kevin any harm to his neck would you?" Before I could even think, a thick strap was placed over my forehead and affixed to the table, thus rendering my head immobile. "In the interest of time, I'll just have John Henry extract the needed sample of sperm from the slave; seeing as how he can't seem to let go of Master Kevin's cock anyway", Doc said, with what sounded like a light hearted laugh. The next sensation to flood my senses was the warm and moist lips of what I could only perceive as belonging to John Henry while he sucked my cock and tongued the shaft in a way which I'd not experienced before. Even restrained, I was still able to tense my body against the onslaught of my sperm racing up my cock. Just at the moment of expulsion, John Henry removed my cock from his mouth and quite roughly stroked my dick; allowing my sperm to spew out and into a specimen cup. The next thing I see is Doc holding the cup up to the light and commenting on the amount and the density of my semen. The four boys began to holler, "me, me, me please, me, me" as the specimen cup went out of my sight. "Thanks Doc thanks a lot. Master Kevin's cum sure does taste nice and sweet. " One of the boys said from behind my head. "Okay enough horse playing. Remember why we're here. It's not for your amusement", Doc said to the overly anxious boys. The small room fell silent as Doc began to speak once more, "Now we need to get a sample of the slave's urine and I need to check his prostate. What else do we always do with a new slave? Who knows the answer to that question?" "I know, I know Doc", said one of the boys. "It's procedure for a slave to be checked just to make sure he has never been enslaved before." "Exactly, and how do we do that?" "We use the chip locator, Doc" "Alright then, who wants to do the honors? Doc asked, knowing full well that all four boys would jump at his question. I saw, from the corner of eye that one of the teens had moved down towards my feet and then I heard, "Just be sure to use enough lubricant. Not even a slave likes to have a steel rod shoved up his ass." No shit. Not only was the lubricant icy cold, but the steel rod was almost as round as slave Shaun's cock. I inhaled and exhaled the best I could as the boy eased the rod up my ass. I instantly heard the beep and chirp from the rod, and then I remembered that I'd been fixed with my own chip while undergoing
the SIMS testing. The alarm from the rod, sent the room into a lather of comments, and it took Doc several minutes to get the four boys back under control; by explaining to them that perhaps there was a reasonable explanation as to why I had a locator chip. I could see Doc's face by now, and he had what I considered to be a mildly sinister look. "Master Kevin, are you a slave?" Doc asked. I tried to move my head side to side but it was nearly impossible. "Did your employer have you chipped for a reason?" I did my best to nod yes; and thankfully it was enough to put the subject matter to rest. "There boys, you see... nothing to get excited about. Had Master Kevin been a slave now or even before today, he most certainly would have had other indicators to match the slave chip in his ass." But I'm glad to see that the chip prod works like it's supposed to work". I was thinking, hoping that the boy would remove the darn steel from my ass, but he left it in. "Now John Henry, what I need you to do during the rest of Master Kevin's examination is to show Master Kevin how we are able to keep a slave's cock erect during this time", Doc said in a rather professional tone of voice. "It will prove to be beneficial to Master Kevin by the time he gets up from the table." "Now, who knows what comes next?" Doc asked of his boys. After the usual banter from the boys, one of them answered. "Well, the next thing is to get a sample of the slaves piss to test for diseases." "No that's not right", replied another boy. "We always check a slave's gag reflex before Doc gets the slave's piss." "Now, now boys; let's not get into a war of words", Doc said rather calmly, "I suppose, in the interest in time that we can do both at the same time if you'd like". I was rather confused at the process at this point, as Doc came and leaned over my face. "You don't have any objection if we do both at the same time do you Kevin?" I saw Doc move his head so that he could see if in fact I was holding up two fingers. "Well boys, I guess we'd best get started." "You'll recall, Master Kevin", Doc started saying to me, "that when a slave 's ass shows signs of use, such as yours does, the next progressive test is done to see how well a slave can accept a man's cock before he starts to gag. In all actuality most slaves who undergo a gag reflex test, find that by the time the test is over he can take a sizeable cock not only in his mouth but down his throat as well." If I could have said something, I would have, but with my mouth already filled with a latex cock, it was impossible. My only other option was to raise two fingers, which I did; and which was noticed by Doc. "You giving up already Kevin?" Doc asked. "It's really nothing to get alarmed with, and besides, I'm right here and won't let the boys get too carried away." Before my brain caught up to his words, I felt a nice sensation in my ass, coming from the steel rod. Not only was John Henry moving the rod in and out, twisting it around and around, but apparently the rod also was capable of delivering a small electrical current as well; which seemed to be stimulating my prostate gland. Through everything going on, my cock was starting to react to
John Henry's manifestations. There was a loud clunking sound and my head bounced, along with that part of the table it was resting on. I found myself now, having my head lower than my
chest, and my eyes could only see backwards and up. I didn't see what happened next, but I knew it wasn't going to be good; as I felt something soft and pliable being placed over each of my hands, keeping them balled up like a fist. There was no way now for me to raise two fingers from either hand, even if I had wanted to. "Now Master Kevin, I'm going to take a sampling of your urine", Doc said; once again standing in a position where I could easily see him. "Normally in hospitals with men, they use a size 20 catheter to extract a man's piss but here and most other slave centers we don't like to coddle the slave so we use a size 30. It is a might uncomfortable at first, until I get it past your piss slit and then again until it enters your bladder; but it isn't a discomfort which last for more than a few seconds and then you can simple enjoy the fact that you'll not have that feeling of having to piss like a free man." Doc holds up this sterile package containing the catheter, for my benefit. It looks almost twice as thick as a standard pencil for god's sake. "Okay boys, get Master Kevin's gag off and show me which tool you want to start with", Doc said as he moved out of my line of sight. I could feel a cold liquid being swabbed over my cock, and it smelled just like something might smell in a hospital, all while my ass was vibrating from the steel rod. I heard Doc say something like, "No start with something smaller" to one of the boys and then there was a pause in the activities. "Yep that should do fine for starters", Doc said, as one of the boys was holding my head up just an inch so that the gag and buckle could be removed. Then the strap over my forehead was adjusted to totally prevent any movement. Coming into view was something that resembled a black snake. One of the boys was flopping it in front of my eyes, so I would be sure to notice it. "Now slave boy, we are going to start with this baby dick and work our way to bigger
and better things. The purpose of this exam is to see how much of and what size of dick your mouth can handle without you puking or passing out. But, we' ve had enough practice to know when to slow down, so that you'll enjoy the experience more than you think you will." "Stop teasing Master Kevin like that", Doc blurted out. "What did I tell you boys about respect? Any more comments like that and you might just find your
own ass on this table or someplace worse." All four boys apologized to Doc for their youthful attitudes towards a slave and then they apologized to me as well. Taking the small rubber dick in my mouth wasn't as bad as I had expected it to be; but I'm sure that the words of encouragement from all four boys helped. It wasn't long enough to trigger a gag reflex, but it was of sufficient size to warrant the boys to advise me on how to properly suck a cock for a free man. I tried to concentrate on my sucking capabilities, knowing just by the feeling on my cock that Doc was about ready to begin his part of the exam. There was a cold rush of lubrication which filled up my cock, from the head, to way down the inside of the shaft; and then I felt the firm tip of the catheter pressing against the tender flesh of my piss slit. I thought more than once about raising two fingers, but each time was reminded how futile the effort would be.
To Be Continued...