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A Lesson In Time, Chapter Sixteen
I knew that this is exactly what I told Doc that I wanted and needed; but I honestly had no idea, until now, just how rough and painful that the initial part of a new slave's life could be. At least I didn't mention the other things like wanting to learn what it was like to pull a cart or to work for a leaseholder. For now, seeing what a slave, destined for sexual use, would be put
through.
I saw a flash of another latex cock go past my eyes, just as the first one was being pulled out. The instant that it was free of my mouth, I felt the burning and stretching of my piss hole as Doc forced the hose into the very beginning of my cock.
As the catheter seemed to just be `resting' there, the new rubber dick was eased passed my lips. As the cock inched its way towards the back of my mouth, the catheter began its journey down the shaft of my dick; all the while Jo hn Henry continued to stimulate my sexual rush with the steel rod. It felt as if I was caught up in some kind of torturous, erotic cyclone of some kind; as my thoughts bounced from each area of my body that was receiving some form of attention.
I started to notice that the dick was probing the far reaches of my mouth, as I started to gag just a bit. Back and forth it went, just as the boys wanted it to; with each thrust getting some form of instructions to go along with the probing. I tried to breathe, just as they were telling me to, but it is so hard to do, that I knew, I just knew that I'd pass out from lack of oxygen.
There was a momentary pause, as Doc worked the catheter down my shaft; and just at the precise moment that he pushed it through to my bladder, the cock was buried down my throat. I was so stricken with fear that I never felt the steel rod sending the pleasurable currents into my prostate.
The piss leaving through the rubber tube was a sensation like none other. Pissing without the physical aspect of pissing was something which seemed foreign to me. My piss slit was still burning from being stretched so much and the feeling of the tube inside my cock was a lot for me to deal with; but don't misunderstand me, as it was a pleasurable pain (in a way).
It seemed as if the boys were affording me a mixture of instructions, coupled with words of extreme encouragement; as the long thick cock kept up the relentless journey back and forth into my throat. There was enough snot coming from my nose, that I could feel it on my cheek bones. Volumes of saliva weren' t far behind, as my mouth was filled to near capacity or so I imagined.
Minutes later, I saw a large plastic bag, filled with my own piss being hefted into the air so that I could see it. There was a clear plastic hose attached to it, and I could only assume that Doc had it connected to my piss plumbing. Laying the warm bag of piss on my abdomen he quietly spoke, saying; "This,
Master Kevin, is one of the many ways a slave owner controls how and when his house or sex slave can piss. As you may have noticed, I've simply attached everything to this bag, until your session has been completed. Nice color and
flavor to your piss, by the way."
I didn't have time to consider what Doc was saying, as the boys began to increase the speed of the rubber dick in my mouth. It seemed that as long as I was still choking and gagging that they were bound and determined to keep the pace up. Once or twice, when I was feeling as if I had my breathing under control, the dick was eased completely down into my throat and held there momentarily; but I couldn't relax my muscles long enough to accommodate the invader and my nose actually let fly several big globs of snot. That one instance brought a few giggles from the younger boys.
"Now boys, I've warned you once, and I'm not going to tell you again!" Doc blurted out. "You must not only remember that Kevin is our guest but he's also a master."
I sure as hell didn't feel much like a `master' right about now, but I really didn't care either. I just wanted the throat raping to stop or at least slow down.
The imitation cock continued to find its way down my throat, but at a much less pace than before the boys received chastisement for being so rough with me. One of the boys was kind enough to wipe the mucus and saliva from my face, which I greatly appreciated.
I heard a sudden `click' and the start of something which seemed to send a slight vibration up from the bottom of the table I was laying on.
"Now then, Kevin has decided that he'd like to receive a couple of rings, so that he'll know the discomfort of having them put in place, so in order for me to do that; I'll have to elongate his nipples just a little", Doc said in much of a professional tone of voice, which was unlike the way Shaun seemed to always speak to slaves.
With everything going on, I hadn't the foggiest of ideas what he was referring to, until he showed me two clear plastic cylinders which were attached to a flexible piece of tubing. Without saying a word, Doc put a little bit of lubricant on each of my tits and then placed the tubes over my nipples. It was rather enjoyable at first, until he apparently turned the machine to a different setting and I felt and saw my nipples being sucked up into the tube.
"In about twenty minutes or so, your nipples will or should be stretched enough to allow us to give you two pretty nice looking rings, Kevin", Doc said with a smile. "They might be a bit tender but the needle going through the skin will make you forget about the tenderness."
It was beginning to get a might uncomfortable, but this is what I had asked for and what I needed to know. I just couldn't see myself going through life not actually knowing what slaves went through or what a slave feels like, having to endure the shaving, the face and throat training and the ass reaming; not to mention any shame and/or humiliation.
"Boy's it won't be long now before your ride get here, so I'd suggest you wrap up the throat massaging, at least for now and get the dildos all cleaned up and put away nicely", Doc said rather nicely to them.
I found myself wondering what was going through John Henry's mind now, as he
continuously worked the steel rod back into my ass and twisted it against the outer edges of my anal sphincter muscle. This was the only part of the afternoon that I seemed to be enjoying; and I wondered if it was merely the fact that John Henry was the one perpetrating the act upon my ass.
I heard the housekeeper and the Housemaster excuse themselves, as they needed to return to their respective duties; which left only us men downstairs. I was somewhat relieved that the two of them had `better things to do' rather than gawk at me while I was being taught the ways of slavery.
The warmth of the piss collection bag began more evident as time progressed;
although the pain in my cock had subsided quite abit, but it didn't take long for the four young adults to return to stand in front of my face.
"Doc, can we have permission to thank Master Kevin for allowing us to train his cock a little bit today?" one of them said in a rather loud voice.
"If you thank him in such a way as not to be demeaning in any way, I'm sure that master Kevin will appreciate your thoughtfulness, not to mention your kindness", Doc answered back.
"Thank you master Kevin, thank you very much for allowing us to teach you today", one of the boys said just before kissing me on my lips.
I was going to say something in return, but no sooner had my lips parted than his rigid cock slid into my mouth. My brain took over and instantly I began to suckle his cock like I was meant to. It tasted of youthfulness mixed with a slight fragrance of soap.
Ever so slowly the cock made it's way into my mouth, tickling the back of it; before I could feel the soft bristles of the pubic hairs against my face.
One by one, I managed to extract copious amounts of male sperm from each of the four boys, before they had to depart for another week. I don't know what I was thinking, while I sucked on their cocks, but knew that I wanted, needed and desired to do it; unlike the drug induced state I was put in at Windy Hills and can hardly remember a solitary thing.
It didn't surprise me that after they boys had readied themselves for departure that they each gave me another rather passionate kiss; each wishing and hoping that I'd see them once more before continuing on my journey.
If only I wasn't bound up as I was, I'd probably have enjoyed giving each of them a hug and perhaps something more memorable.
While Doc accompanied the boys upstairs, John Henry stayed with me; this time
without the steel probe up my ass. It wasn't until I tried to speak to him that I came to the sudden realization that my throat was quite sore.
I managed to only look at him, as if he were my superior; while he peered down at my face with his sad puppy dog expression. Finally gathering the courage to bend down to my face, John Henry broke into tears claiming he was sorry for having been made to partake in my experience.
As difficult as it was for me to speak, I did, however, do my utmost to assure him that he'd done nothing wrong. I could feel his hands on either side of my head as he kissed me, daring to put his moist tongue in my mouth.
That one moment in time, allowed me to forget about all of the tubes and hoses attached to and in my body; as for the first time in my life, I actually felt some kind of connection between myself and another male. It was unlike any other feeling that I'd had. Words could not explain the complex rush of emotions and feelings that raced through my body like a raging forest fire.
Doc re-appeared, as John Henry now knelt by my head, and calmly stated that he too had high hopes that the boys would be able to come a day earlier than normal.
Not saying anything to or about John Henry, Doc turned the machine off and the tubes just simply fell off of my nipples. He had been correct in saying that my tits would be sore; as while he massaged the red nipples I could feel the intensity of the torment from the machine, as more and more blood flowed in and out of them.
Doc swabbed my nipples with the same cold solution he'd used on my cock, just before holding up the two rings he'd planned on placing into them. They were nothing as large and obscene as the ones which slaves get, but he assured me that the pain from the needle would be a close replication to that which the `poor souls' felt.
With John Henry now stroking the two sides of my face, Doc clamped off the right nipple and lanced it quickly with a needle, while I managed to blurt out a couple of obscenities.
The vulgar words spewing from my mouth quickly and painfully turned to me begging for my freedom; as Doc began to chastise me for my language while he squeezed and twisted my now hairless scrotum.
"Kevin, I don't know if you realize it or not, but I will not tolerate any slave under my control to use such language!" Doc shouted at me, thus silencing my tirade permanently.
"I'm sorry for cussing like that, honest I am", was all I could think to say as the pain in my nuts began to subside. My eyes cast upward at John Henry and I could tell that he was upset either by my outburst or the fact that Doc had just administered a good dose of slave control to my nuts, as his face was ashen and cold looking.
"Perhaps Kevin needs something to quench the thirst in him", Doc said as he began to raise the head of the table upwards. My eyes cast down to see that the needle was still stuck through my nipple and the bag of piss had slid down to just above my naked cock. "Hold the bottle up so that he can have a drink, won't you John Henry".
As Doc was replacing the needle with the first of two nipple rings, John Henry held up what looked like a nursing bottle for a small farm animal; the kind with a rather large rubber nipple on the end.
"Just suck the nipple and you'll be able to get the refreshment from it quite easily", Doc said matter of factly.
John Henry, still sad eyed, placed the nipple to my lips and I eagerly proceeded to put about two inches of it in my mouth before I began to suck on it. The instant the liquid squirted in my mouth, I immediately knew that this was no ordinary drink.
"I see by the expression on your face, that you don't appreciate all of the piss the boys saved up for you Kevin", Doc said as he finished up the closing of the ring.
My eyes followed Doc around to the other side of the table as he prepared to
puncture a hole in my remaining nipple; but I continued to suck the urine from the bottle as if it were a sports drink. The main thing I had to consider was that at least it was helping to take the parched feeling out of my mouth and throat after having to succumb to the rubber cocks and the four tender dicks of the boys.
Being able to hold the bottle in just on hand, John Henry managed to once again stroke the side of my head, brushing the hair off of my face; as Doc proceeded to puncture my last nipple and push the ring into place.
"There now, all done and I have to admit that I really like these smaller rings on a free man as compared to the large, nasty ones we are required to put into a slave's body", Doc responded as my chest heaved rather portentously from the second or two of pain he had produced.
John Henry removed the bottle just as soon as I'd sucked the last available squirts from it. Returning, the slave began stroking my hair, as if he was trying to style it with his long, thin fingers.
"Well, that just about completes this part of what you said you desired Kevin. Do you wish to continue tonight or would you rather hold off for another time?", Doc asked of me.
After I replied that I felt as if I'd had enough for one day, Doc replied " Excellent choice, if I say so myself Kevin, but we probably should allow you to experience one last thing today that might just carry you through the night and into tomorrow."
It only took a moment for Doc to show me a butt plug that looked as if it would fit easily up a cow's ass. "You might enjoy wearing this at least until bedtime, if not longer Kevin. That way you'll get a little feel of what the new slaves are going through as we speak; as they are all `fresh meat' in their new homes and having fifty or sixty sex starved men fresh out of their weekly chastity devices makes for a pretty randy scenario."
I didn't have time to even respond, let alone refute Doc's last comment, as he quickly lubed up the plug and began working it slowly into my butt. He coached me, the best he could, as he kept a steady pressure on the plug, as it continued to stretch my ass further than I had ever thought possible.
Doc continued to encourage me to relax my anal muscles as he relentlessly kept the press on the butt plug; while my eyes moved up and over to my right wrist, to witness John Henry attaching a small, very small padlock to the leather mitt. "That's just until your bedtime Kevin, as I think you'll enjoy not having the use of your hands once you're off of the table", Doc said without breaking stride with his encouraging words.
I began to feel at ease once again with all that was happening with and to me. I had placed my body and mind, not to mention my life in Doc's hands and I knew he wouldn't actually desire to cause me undue harm.
The second of the two padlocks was clicked shut, just as the fattest part of the dildo passed beyond my anal sphincter muscles. Thankfully I was obeying Doc's words and my breathing more or less took away the majority of discomfort, not to mention all of the hesitant thoughts I'd been having. Needless to say, my ass felt full; but it was actually a good feeling, being that part of the plug was pushing up and against my prostate, which kept my sexual prowess
alert.
Doc proceeded to clamp off my catheter and remove the collection bag and hose; handing both items to John Henry, saying "We might just want to save the contents for latter."
Expecting to see Doc extract the catheter was an assumption which I shouldn't
have made. He simply walked away from the table, followed by the slave boy; leaving me momentarily alone and allowing me time to look at my naked self in a whole new, completely different way.
Doc startled me when he came back into the room saying, "I guess we need to finish up in here so that John Henry can get the room all nice and clean for the next time."
"Just so you'll have a better idea of what a slave has to contend with, I'm going to use a wide strip of soft leather and bind your testicles down away from your body; which we'll just add to the list of things to remove at your bedtime. It won't feel totally the same as having a heavy steel band placed around your penis and scrotum; but it should give you an uncompromising feeling of how it makes a new slave realize that his body is no longer something which he has anymore control over."
I was able to watch Doc, as he made a single wrap around the base of my cock and then began working my balls down into the bottom of my nut sack. I was surprised, although I should have by now learned to expect the unexpected, that Doc also used the leather to divide my balls into their own little sacs, which seemed rather unique in a certain sort of way. I still expected Doc to remove my catheter, but such thoughts and hopes seemed to fade rapidly as they began to release me from the table.
Both of them started to release my wrists and ankles and finally unbuckling the two straps over my chest and abs. All I could do was to rub my forearms together since I still had no ability to use my hands to help the circulation of blood to increase. I continued to watch them as they began to massage my claves and my feet, making me feel rather `special'.
John Henry even used his tongue to massage my balls, which even though I had a rubber hose inside my dick, made me start to throw an erection. His spit on my hairless balls made them glisten under the lights and seeing how they now rested on either side of my cock made it even more of an erotic situation. I knew, more than anything, that thoughts like I was now experiencing were those best kept to myself.
Standing along side the table, with John Henry helping to steady my body, I really took on the full force of my afternoon as my heart rate increased; sending the blood flowing faster and faster through my tender nipples and my cock. The large base on the butt plug actually prevented me from standing totally straight; as it felt a tad more comfortable with my knees slightly bent and my feet further apart.
"One final thing Kevin and I promise we're done for now", Doc said as he approached with some form of clothing in his hand.
"These are what you'll be seeing a lot of when you travel out in the Midwest. This is the first and only article of clothing a newly enslaved male will receive once he's been processed. Places like in the Dakota's and Montana and states like that use this more or less as an indication to all the other slaves, that the slave wearing this is a newly indentured slave and is not to be mistreated in any manner which would cause him bodily harm. Some of the newer slave center's in Midwestern states don't yet require nose rings and such, so they simply issue a fresh piece of meat this nice bit of clothing."
At first I wasn't sure what the piece of clothing was, but the one thing I did know was that it was very, very small AND it was bright pink in color.
Doc got down on one knee and then had me raise first one foot and then the other as he slipped the clothing up my legs. It quickly became obvious what it was as Doc worked it up to my pelvic bone.
I watched, amazed and bewildered, as Doc pulled my cock through the top hole and then he worked my balls out through the bottom hole, adjusting the garment continuously. It was almost nothing more than a basic jockstrap with two separate holes in the front pouch, albeit pink. The elastic straps going up my
butt crack also helped to keep a slight amount of tension against the base of the butt plug; as I began to feel more and more like a slave with every passing minute.
"There you go Kevin, now your kitted out something like a slave except for a few things, but I'm pretty sure you're getting the idea of what it feels like to be a new slave", Doc said with a sincere tone to his words. "We still have time before supper is ready so I've taken the chance that you might like a more in-depth tour of the slave barns on a Sunday afternoon. I'm certain you 'll see them in a totally different light today than perhaps during the week; so I've asked Shaun to bring the cart over and he'll accompany us up to one or two of the barns and that should take us up to dinner time."
Not wanting to sound ungrateful or disrespectful I accepted Doc's assumption
graciously and before I knew it Shaun came bouncing into the exam room.
"Damn Kevin, you look great. Doc you didn't tell me Kevin was all prettied up like this", Shaun gleefully said.
Doc explained the situation to Shaun, who became rather complacent with each
word.
"Regardless", Shaun said, "I'm glad you called when you did, because I was just about ready to go up and check on the slaves for the afternoon anyway. You know how raunchy they can be on a Sunday and even with our men watching over them, they can sometimes get out of control up there."
Doc told John Henry to join us, after he'd completed his tasks; which seemed to put a smile, although a small one, on the slave's face.
Shaun grabbed my cock, unceremoniously, and began leading me out of the exam room, down the corridor and up the stairs, while Doc followed behind.
Passing through the kitchen, the two employees stopped whatever it was that they were doing and gawked at me as if I was some form of a freak show; but I didn't let their stares deter my attention to following Shaun.
I found that sitting on the back of the golf cart was more torment than pleasure; as every bump in the road sent a certain pounding up the butt plug and into my body. My cock was still slowly working it's way towards an erection but without much success.
Once again, Shaun led by my cock, into the slave barn and an instantaneous outburst of name calling and whistling ensued.
The only one's who weren't paying close attention to our arrival were the guards and the slaves who were involved in sexual activities. There were the obvious one or two slaves kneeling on the straw floor, sucking cock while other slaves watched. Several of the slaves were being fucked by other slaves and yet there were some slaves on the floor, with their ankles being held far apart and near their head while another slave was working his hand and forearm deep into the slave's body cavity.
Shaun released his grip, and my cock didn't fall; as it was to exciting seeing all of this man on man sexual activity going on.
One of the guards came over and reported to Shaun that all was as expected for a Sunday and that all the slaves were on the best behavior. The only `off color' scene my eyes happened to catch was the small group of slaves standing over another slave who was prone on the straw floor. As if on command they all released their bladders, splashing their hot, acrid piss on to the slave below. Their laughter seemed to indicate that such practice was not only a regular occurrence but one which they readily accepted.
The more I observed the proceedings, the more I began to put faces on some of
the slaves. Three of the slaves were the same ones we'd processed earlier this morning. All three of the slaves were on the receiving end of the debauchery and their tear stained faces told the whole story.
Shaun proceeded to pull one slave over, kneeling in front of me; while Shaun removed the clamp on my catheter and placed the open end into the slave's mouth, as I could feel my piss flowing through the tube without feeling the need to piss as I normally would have. Shaun smiled and simply said, "That's the way a slave is to be properly rewarded for having received good remarks from his leaseholder."
I hadn't noticed, at least not immediately, that a small group of older slaves had amassed around Doc and Shaun.
"Excuse me Sirs, but is this new slave here just to look or is it here for some good old fashion fucking, sucking and fisting?" One of them asked in a rather demonic voice.
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