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A Lesson In Time, Chapter Nineteen
I woke up feeling very much alone. My feelings didn't betray me, as indeed I was the sole occupant of the room. The drapes were still closed, but yet I could see a razor thin margin of sunlight trying to invade.
My throat seemed sore, if not raw; from yesterday's lessons and my nipples weren't feeling much better. The only thing noticeably different was that my ass was final my own and that I wasn't sharing it with some latex object.
Running my hands under my arms, down my chest and over my cock and balls; assured me that yesterday was not just a dream. My skin felt smooth and soft, just like it was before I entered puberty; which in all honesty, felt good.
I got up from the bed and tossed the drapes back; allowing a flood of sunlight filter into my room. I could tell, by the sun, that it wasn't early.
Shuffling off to the bathroom, I immediately started the shower, allowing it to warm up while I relieved myself of a night's worth of piss.
As I washed myself, I kept looking over at the tub, where just last night, the world seemed to be non-existent. I smiled, thinking about being able to get Jordan to finally smile and laugh. I remembered the slave's euphoric emotions as he began speaking freely, for the first time in over a year. The warm embrace between him and John Henry was only over shadowed by the affection exchanged between him and me.
I didn't even take the time to dry off after stepping from the shower, but went immediately to the sink where I shaved my face; looking at my hairless chest and ringed nipples for the first time, alone.
Returning to my room, I was displeased to see the housekeeper making up my bed; as if she couldn't wait to see me naked one last time. I made a hasty retreat back into the bathroom and wrapped myself with a towel.
The old hag was still meddling in my room, wiping of the desk and re-arranging my notes and other items that I'd left lying about. I went to the closet and pulled out a shirt and a pair of cotton casual pants, setting them on the bed. I could see the housekeeper looking at me from the corner of her eye as I went to the dresser to obtain a fresh pair of socks and clean undies.
Astonished, was exactly what I was, when I discovered that my undies, socks and other smaller items had all been removed from the dresser; leaving only the pink colored clothes. My temper began to fume, as I turned to see the housekeeper putting the clothes, I'd just laid on the bed, back on hangers in the closet.
She could see the red in my face, along with my clinched fists and began speaking before I could get the first word out of my mouth.
"The boys thought that perhaps you'd like to spend the morning hours in shorts and tank top since you weren't going to be going out amongst the others. The clothes are quite comfortable and I'm sure that you'd probably enjoy the freedom they provide around the house Sir."
"The slaves have no right in `thinking' what they might feel I'd prefer to wear. Have the slaves brought to me immediately!" I shouted in a furious voice.
"I'm sorry Sir, but they've been gone for hours now. They both have daily assignments away from the house which they must do. I'm sure Sir, that they only had your best interest at heart Sir. Please don't take your anger out on them needlessly", the hag said sounding as if my outburst was uncalled for.
I was still upset, but my fury was subsiding rapidly. "Well, I'll still need to speak to them later then. I suppose I could wear these clothes around the house, at least until I'm ready to go up to the barns."
"Very well Sir", she replied. "I'll make something for you to eat for breakfast now Sir. I shouldn't be long, and I'm assuming that Sir would prefer to eat in his room?"
I affirmed her thoughts, as she quickly exited my room. I immediately turned on the computer, entered the password Ms. Mudfart had given me and while the PC was doing its thing, I went to dress.
I found the undies rather soft; sensual in a way. I suppose it was simply for the fact that the fabric didn't have hair to come in contact with that made them feel the way they did.
The shorts were quite `short'. They had slits up each leg, almost to the waistband, allowing my thighs free range of motion without hindrance. They felt like silk against my nude legs, which was another erotic emotion which I had to experience.
The tank top was, I thought, much too tight against my body. I moved over to the mirror to look at myself, when I discovered that the shirt had two small horizontal slits in it. I couldn't, for the life of me, figure out why a shirt would have such slits, just beneath my nipples until I started to adjust it. It became clear that the slits were for made just for the convenience of having one's nipple rings placed through them. I quickly, gently, eased the rings through the two openings and then stood tall before the mirror. I was amazed at just how good I looked in the tank top, as the two rings glimmered in the prevailing sunlight. My firm gut made me look even sexier than I thought I
looked; but perhaps it was the fit or the pink color of the tank top that made my features stand out with such prominence.
"You've got mail", comes the electronic voice from the computer and I quickly went to see who'd sent me mail. I was actually excited just to see my dad' s company homepage on the computer, not to mention that I had email. It was the first time that I'd seen the web site, and I just knew that I would have to look at it all before the week was up. I clicked on the mail icon and sure enough there was a message from Ms. Mudfart. It even looked as if she'd sent it on company stationary, which I took to mean that it was `official' company stuff.
TO: Kevin Latimore, Intern From: Eustace Mudfart, Director of Education Subject: Compilation and Transmitting of Assignments
Dear Mr. Latimore, Due to the complexity of your assignment, we have decided and agreed upon the purchase of a personal laptop computer (Model S4781) for your internship. You are hereby authorized to, by whatever mode of transportation available, proceed to the nearest Comp Worldwide store and pick up the above mentioned computer for company use, only. Your purchase order number is 10529. Should you encounter a problem with any store personnel, please have them contact me direct.
The entire amount of your notes shall be directed to the section entitled Travel, which in turn will be capable of reaching my office and that of the company's President and CEO. We expect a rather detailed report from your most recent visit to Windy Hills first, followed by the time spent at your current assigned location. Use of the computer should allow a more timely response from you and allow us to further our communications with you as well.
Upon updating your notes, you should strive to send in a daily report of all your activities and observations; do not feel the weight of the notes as to their importance, but rather send in even the most trivial of information and allow our team of analyst to determine their worth and importance. Feel free to impart to us, your thoughts on what you've seen and heard; as they too, are important in assessing the needs of our countries indenturement programs.
Should there be any questions please feel free to contact me.
Sincerely, Ms. Eustace Mudfart, ACCP
I read the email one more time, making a mental note of the type of laptop I was to pickup and also memorizing the purchase order number. I had then decided to take a `tour' of the web page but my time was temporarily cut short by the arrival of my breakfast.
"Master Kevin looks nice in his shorts and shirts", the housekeeper said smiling; as she placed the tray of food down on the edge of the desk.
"Thanks, they are rather comfortable too", I said; trying not to sound as if I didn't appreciate her comment or the fact that she'd brought my meal up to the room.
I started to eat, right there at the desk; as the housekeeper went into the bathroom and tidied up.
Eating and clicking my way through the web site seemed like a natural start for today since John Henry wasn't around and who knows where Doc had gone off too. And since the housekeeper just left the room, I felt free to do as I cho se to do.
I read everything on dad's web site that I could and then decided to click on the one tab that must have been set up and designed by Mr. Alderton, as the tab said "training and inductions".
Sadly, the instant I clicked the tab, a pop up appeared informing me that I needed to enter my access code in order to proceed. Disheartened for sure, that I couldn't finish what I'd started but apparently what was hiding behind the tab must have been something designed with only the serious slave owner or leaser in mind.
Pushing the food tray aside, I got up to go brush my teeth and comb my hair; when my cellphone rang. I'd forgotten all about the phone, the need to call mom and everything else after yesterday.
"Hello Kevin, Ms. Mudfart here."
"Good morning ma'am." I replied.
"I just noticed that you were online and at the company website. Did you read and understand the email I sent to you?" she asked.
"Yes ma'am. I understood it very well ma'am and I'm planning on getting my notes ready so that when I pick up the laptop, I'll have them all ready to enter for you ma'am. I really do appreciate the machine and I'm sure that it will be of a huge benefit for the entire company."
"Yes Kevin, I'm sure you're right, but just remember that whatever you email us will also go directly to your father's computer here and at home. Try and keep everything company related, if you know what I mean. I'd hate to hear or read where you've entered something on a more `personal level', one that you'd probably not want certain people to see and read."
"Yes ma'am. Thank you very much for your advice. I'll make sure that I email nothing but my notes on my daily activities", I responded.
"Oh and Kevin, before I forget, your access code is `slave2'.
Although I thought the code was rather strange, I kept my comment to myself and thanked her for giving it to me.
Ms. Mudfart continued speaking, telling me of some minor changes in my next stop, which was to be all the way down in Austin Texas. I hadn't paid any attention to my free hand, until I discovered that I had snaked it down my shorts, beneath the waistband of my undies and was running my hand over my hairless pubic area; while my cock began to erect. I still found myself amazed at how nice it felt, relating it to how it must also feel to John Henry and Jordan. It was only another minute, before our conversation concluded and I set the phone down and strode off towards the bathroom.
I took time, to look out the window which allowed an unencumbered view of the many slave barns; only noting one or two employees walking around, several slaves in tow and three or four carts being pulled by the pony slaves. The day looked so inviting that I had wished that I was outdoors instead of confined to my room, getting my notes in order.
Since there was no sign of either of the slaves, who I pined for, I decided I 'd best get to my work. I fumbled through my briefcase for all my notes of Windy Hills, and began forming them into a narrative and descriptive array of my daily activities and observations. I placed a great deal of prominence on the manner in which men like Mr. Trumbull and his staff treated the newly inducted and enslaved males and females. I saw no need to mention, especially to Ms. Mudfart, my two sessions on the milker.
I proceeded to include my notes and thoughts on my time here, not that I'd seen much; but I was better able to compare the two slave centers as far as the preparation and initial treatment of new slaves. I made sure to mention that I thought my current observations seemed to favor Arkansas as compared to Connecticut; but I had more days here and didn't lay it on to heavy.
I wasn't sure of the time, but knew just by the position of the sun, that it must be very close to just past the noon hour and I wanted to get outside. Right before I logged off, after sending my report, something told me to click on that one foreboding tab at the top of the page.
No sooner had I entered my password, the page popped up on the screen and it even had a soft musical background. There were tabs for men, women, boys and girls; along with tabs for training techniques and reader submissions. Another tab would take me to implements of instruction'. There was even a section on dad's new SIMS machine. I think what got me most, for the little that I' d browsed through, was the one link which took me to the order form'. It was so non-descript, but the thought that someone could actually enter in a slave's number from the previous screens and have that slave `sent' to them, seemed rather gross. I guess with the thousands of slaves in the country now, referring to them by number is probably the most efficient way to work within the system.
I vowed to return to the computer later on, probably after supper; but for now I needed to get out of the room and see what I could discover, as I had several things my dad had required of me for this one particular stop.
I forgot about looking for my sneakers, but I did feel the need to remove the tray from the room; which just maybe might get me a few points to the good with the housekeeper.
With tray in hand, I ventured down the stairs; hearing voices become louder with each step. At the bottom of the stairs, I turned towards the direction of the voices. Without a doubt, one voice belonged to a woman and I was almost positive that the other voice was that of Shaun.
I walked towards the room where the voices emanated from, to discover a slave kneeling just inside the doorway. He was naked except for one small cloth hanging down in front of his cock. The slave's face was, at first, only vaguely familiar; but as I looked from him towards the two voices his face turned into a vivid nightmare. The slave was the one from dad's office... the one that was ordered to masturbate me in front of the crowd of potential buyers of our SIMS machines. The female voice belonged to his master; who by all my recollections was related to Shaun and she worked for the State of Arkansas Slave Enforcement Unit. Before I could wheel myself into an about face, Shaun greeted me rather warmly, and invited me in.
I tried to explain that I was on my way to the kitchen with the tray of dishes when the lady spoke. "Nonsense, what kind of tom foolery is going on here. A slave never offers an explanation or an excuse unless asked for one. Come here boy and let me have a look at you."
Shaun explained to her that I wasn't a slave, but had somehow found myself wearing the pink of a newly indentured pleasure slave. There was a slight look of `evil' on his face, which I tried to put out of my mind.
"I've seen this boy before Shaun. I know I have. I can't put my finger on it, but I know he's a slave. Who are you trying to kid here anyway!" the lady belted out.
Shaun tried to explain to her, that I was just an intern working for my father; but she still seemed bound and determined to defy his words.
"Set that tray down boy and come over here. I want to see more of you."
Slowly, I walked over to a small table and placed the tray on it and turned towards the lady and Shaun. There was no reason why I couldn't speak on my own
behalf, but I didn't want to antagonize her any more than she already seemed to be.
When she told me to `strip off' I stood there in a trance, hoping that Shaun would run interference for me; but he didn't.
"Ma'am, I'm not a slave ma'am. What Shaun has mentioned is the truth. I'm here only as part of my internship for my fathers company. I'm only wearing these clothes as they were readily available in my room this morning and I had no plans of going out, so I simply put them on."
There was a palpable silence.
"I'll be the judge of that", she said; "Now `strip off'.
Her eyes were glued to my two nipple rings as I maneuvered them back beneath the tank top. As I pulled the shirt over my head, she immediately went for my nipple rings; twisting and turning them, sending wave after wave of pain through my body.
"Shaun, I don't know what's going on here, but no intern I've ever seen has
gotten his nipples ringed and his chest hairs shaved off. Now one last time boy', I'm not going to tell you again strip off'.
She released her grip on my nipple rings, noting that I had suffered some form of humiliation from her. She quickly ran one of her hands under my arm and made another remark about the lack of armpit hair.
I eased my shorts down, letting them come to rest around my ankles. Then unceremoniously I slid my undies down, allowing both her and Shaun a fresh look at my denuded pubic area.
With a look of astonishment on his face, Shaun offered up, "Honest sis, the last thing I knew was that Kevin was just an intern. I'd seen him out at the pool on Saturday, but he had a whole body full of hair. I didn't see him yesterday afternoon and I can't vouch for any of this crap."
"Well there have obviously been some changes since you saw him last Shaun. Even I can see that. I'm still not convinced that he's an intern though. And I won't be convinced until I have him inspected and examined. If the two owners were home, I'm sure they could clarify all of this, but as an officer of the State, I can't allow this to proceed as it has. Just look at the defiant way the slave is standing. He's not even showing the faintest amount of respect for a free person. Bend him over for me, quickly; and I'll just see what we have here".
Shaun came up and manhandled me, in such a way that I was bent almost in two. My head was down near the zipper on his pants; while the lady pried my butt cheeks apart.
"I've seen enough for now Shaun. The slave's ass has been worked over quite abit. I know of no intern that would allow his rectum to get in that condition. Take this slave up to your induction building and I'll get my bag from the car and meet you up there."
I turned to look at Shaun, who had a bewildered look on his face; apparently now knowing that his silence and lack of determination had gotten me to this
point.
"Fido, help Master Shaun get this slave up to the barn!" barked the lady.
Before I could express my displeasure with these actions, Fido had pulled my clothes away and was guiding me, by my cock, out of the house, past the Housemaster and the housekeeper.
Every few paces, Shaun would turn around to look at me but he remained silent. Several of the pony carts stopped to watch, as did some of the slaves moving about the grounds who were in march step.
Once inside the building, Shaun directed Fido to get me up onto one of the examination tables. My heart was racing and I blurted out words in random order towards Shaun, who seemed indifferent to them.
One thing, probably the only thing, that I could think of; was that Shaun was the younger brother to the lady and that all during his youth, his sister was the more dominate one of the two. It was obvious that Shaun had never rebuked her while they were growing up; which was the total opposite of my family
life.
With ease, Fido picked me up and let me fall onto the cold steel table. He then proceeded to bind my wrists to it followed by the application of the thick leather band across my forehead.
Shaun came forward, towering over me like a giant of a man; with nothing more
than a blank stare on his ashen colored face.
My ankles were placed in stirrups and held firm by more leather, while Shaun
tightened two leather straps across my torso.
"Good, very good Fido, now go sit" came the feminine voice of his master.
The next thing I know is that the woman is standing between my legs, flopping my cock around like it was some kind of toy. "Do you remember Shaun all the times I used to do this very same thing to you when you were a kid? Remember how you kept begging me to stop. Remember how you always got hard and shot a nice hot load of manseed for me."
There was no denying the fact that my own cock was beginning to erect, as she now began to stroke it up and down; her silky hands and fingers bringing back faded memories of the few hand jobs the girls had given me in college.
"Somewhere, someone had to do an initial inspection of this slave, so I'm going to go right to the next inspection, the one for novice pleasure boys; and then we'll see and be able to determine how far this boy has been able to cope with his life of sexual gratification. He should be lucky, I guess, that he was dressed in pink. At least now I know that he's a fag and likes dick. I don't suppose it would even benefit me to see if he's learned how to satisfy a woman with his tongue."
Shaun kept silent, almost motionless, as the lady laid out the items in her bag on to a hospital type tray.
The first thing she did was to inspect my mouth, commenting that she saw a good deal of inflammation in the lining of my throat. "I guess they had him sucking cock for hours yesterday because the slave's throat appears to be red and even raw in a few places. But at least he has decent teeth, so his owner won't have to spend money on that part of him."
Then my nose and ears received a cursory inspection before the lady began to once again manipulate my sore nipples. "Surely, who ever ringed this slave' s nipples should have inserted a thicker and larger diameter ring. Perhaps when I'm finished with his exam, I'll note the changes that the slave needs in order to be in compliance with Arkansas laws. Even the lowest pervert sex slave has more rings than this; why they didn't ring his nose I'll never understand."
All I got out of my mouth was "Ma'am please...", before the bitch backhanded my face.
"Shaun plug this pussyboys mouth. Insolent little shit!"
Moments later, Shaun was shoving a rather huge, black, rubber cock into my mouth; forcing me to breathe only through my nose.
"I guess this pussy would rather have a real cock to suck on instead of a rubber one", the lady said rather prudishly.
Knowing that the woman was nothing more than a man hating sadist, I could only imagine that pain was still to come.
"Look at that will ya. One small disciplinary slap to the face and the slaves little dickie went limp. But I guess that's a good thing for now, because I' ll just go ahead and check out his ability to expand and endure."
There was only a brief pause, before she began speaking again. "Do you remember Shaun when I used to see how much your own dick would expand before you begged me to stop? Remember all the things I'd find around the house and stick up your boy dick? I'll never forget the time when I stuck one of dad's office pens into your pee hole. You screamed for half an hour before I took it out. That was so much fun, but now they've got all these steel rods that we're supposed to use to inspect slave cock with. At least they are much bigger than dad's office pen."
I knew the pain I felt from the rubber hose up my dick from yesterday, and I was still feeling it today every time I pissed; but now to actually have steel rods pummeled into my penis was going to be a completely different story.
A loud, thunderous voice echoed throughout the barn. "What the fuck is going on here!" It was Doc, and he wasn't happy at what he was seeing.
Shaun immediately began to defend himself, stuttering every other word.
His sister `tried' to explain the situation but to no avail. Doc was pissed and that's all there was to it.
Doc quickly yanked the dildo from my mouth, allowing me to suck in air at a rapid rate; as he continued to question the lady and berate Shaun at the same
time.
"Shaun, you stay right here, while I personally escort this `lady' to her car. I'll tend to you when I get back.
I could see, barely, but Doc was tossing all of the lady's instruments back into her bag, flailing the bag then to Fido. The area went quiet for a moment, before Shaun appeared above me, once again.
"Sir, I'm sorry Sir, please forgive me. I don't know what came over me Sir. Perhaps it was just another opportunity for me to be with a slave Sir. I'll do whatever is required of me to make amends Sir. Master Doc is going to discipline me rather harshly for my actions and more so my inabilities to control the situation Sir."
I was looking so intently at Shaun that my mind couldn't think of any response to his pleadings. He quickly began to release the bindings which had held me against my will and I was thankful to be able to once again stand on my own two feet.
I still hadn't spoken a word to Shaun, but I did manage to get myself dressed by the time Doc had returned.
"Master Kevin, I don't know what to say, I can only promise you that such a thing never has happened here before and it will never happen again. I hope that you will look upon this transgression as one which was out of my immediate control. I intend to have a talk with the lady's supervisor later on this afternoon, once my nerves have settled. I'm sure that she will receive a verbal and physical reprimand for taking such liberties with a free man, let alone some one of your back ground."
Turning to Shaun, he said "As for you, I'll tend to your discipline later tonight; as I fear if I was to met out some action towards you now, that it just might be detrimental to your health and safe keeping. Just get this place cleaned up and get ready for the slaves who should be returning soon."
I watched as Shaun's face turned to one of a scolded puppy. I felt as if Doc was quite sincere about delivering some form of punishment to Shaun for his lack of leadership in the absence of the two masters.
"Come Kevin, let you and I take a ride around the farm. I've got a cart waiting for us if you'd like to tour more of the grounds. You might even run into Jordan and John Henry, the other side of the knoll. Since it is a Monday; that means that Jordan is supposed to be working with the horses, while John Henry mucks the stalls and a few other things.
I was anxious to find my two slave friends, so I accepted Doc's invitation eagerly. I was befuddled by what Doc meant by Jordan `working' with the horses, but I knew that all good things would be revealed in the time to come.
Our cart was being pulled by two of the most magnificent ponies I'd ever laid eyes on. There was not an ounce of fat to be seen, leaving nothing but shear masses of muscle from head to toe. Before climbing on to the seat, Doc suggested that I inspect the ponies; which I found to not only excite me, but them as well. Their cocks sprung to full attention with just the slightest touch and the pre cum droplets soon followed. Their nuts were trussed like a Thanksgiving Day turkey which made them look even more beautiful. I could only imagine what it would be like to be mounted by such animals as these. Perhaps, just maybe, before I left; I might just be able to find out.
To Be Continued...
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