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A Lesson In Time, Chapter Twenty
I was surprised, as usual, with the way in which Doc seemed to shrug off Shaun's behavior. Doc simply started the conversation far away from the subject of Shaun. He began by talking about the two ponies pulling our cart.
"It's rather easy to command ponies such as these, Kevin. They've been pulling for me at least a year now and they know exactly what is expected of them. Have you noticed that I don't even have to use much force on the reins when I'm directing their movements? It's rather simple in a way. They both know that the bit in their mouth might tear the skin if they act up and I have to use greater force than I am presently."
I used my little, to no, experience to reply, "Yes, they seem to know their place in society. The pony I used at Windy Hills was much like these two, except that it needed no direct commands. It was as if it knew exactly what to do and where to go. It almost seemed as if it was programmed like some kind of computer."
"Yes, I've been witness to those ponies myself", Doc said, "The difference between those ponies and mine are so opposite. Old man Trumbull trains most of his ponies to be used as carriage ponies and around here we train them for more than just pulling free men around all day. You'll see what I mean once we get over the knoll."
Doc placed his right hand on my bare leg, as I spoke. "So from what you say, you know of Windy Hills and what goes on there?"
"Well, let's just say that I'm not kept in the dark about that or any other slave facility of importance. You see Kevin, once a year we hold a "pony roundup" where everyone brings their best pony or ponies down here and we have what we call our `Olympics'.
I turned back to watching the ponies, as they were more pleasing to my eyes than looking at Doc; as Doc broke out with "Look ahead of us Kevin and you' ll see what I'm talking about. The slave pulling the water wagon is just one example of how we utilize slaves here. As a matter of fact, he's the lad that we got to replace John Henry and Jordan after they both came to be house slaves. You'll see how well mannered and trained he is, the closer we get to him. I can remember the very first day he came to us. His parents signed him over to me, since he apparently, according to the parents was something of a renegade. He never made it passed the fourth grade and he was always being caught out in their barn, doing certain things with some of the animals. He's a might slow in the head, but once he's learned something he seems to be able to retain it. His dad was rather abusive towards him, but I never expect much from some of these `hill people'. The poor boy used to have to take a strap on his ass, naked and in front of his whole family. I don't suppose you'd know much about something like that, coming from a well educated set of parents."
The closer we got, the easier it was to see the slave boy and the considerable size of the water wagon. "How long did it take before that slave could pull such a heavy load? I asked.
"It doesn't take long really. They start out with a much smaller water tank and work their way up to that big one you're looking at. He hauls water ten hours a day out to the workers, which you'll also see later in the afternoon. "
Just about then, the young slave brought his cart to a halt and immediately fell to his knees; bringing the shafts of the cart with him. I could see how well the slave had been secured to the shafts. There was no possible way he could escape the confines of his cart. There were several things that made the slave stand out from most of the others.
First, his age; this if I had to guess, was something near fifteen years old.
Then there was the matter of a wide, bright pink collar locked around his neck. Last but not least was that the boy had on a loincloth made of rather sheer fabric, it too was pink in color.
Doc was quick with his words, attempting to explain the slave boy. "You see Kevin, since the slave hasn't yet reached his sixteenth birthday no one is allowed to have anal intercourse with him; at least not in this state. Your father, when he was deep into the politics of the nation, made sure that there were laws passed that protected boys like this. We aren't even allowed to ring him or modify him until he turns sixteen. You see, the color pink isn't used just for signifying pussyboys' but also as a means to alert others that it 's hands off'.
"Well, for such a young slave, he sure seems to have filled out quite nicely. But if he's been pulling that wagon for any length of time, I can see how such exercise has helped him mature physically. When does he become of age?"
"That's an odd question, coming from you Kevin. Do you find the slave attractive? Is the slave something you find desirable, and you're wanting to fuck it?"
"Oh no Sir, nothing like that. It's just that I'm learning so much that my brain sometimes has more questions in it than I can ask", I replied rather hastily.
"Kevin, let's be honest here. You're sitting next to me naked as the day you
were born and your cock is standing at attention. Certainly you must be attracted to something for you dick to be gorged with so much blood", Doc said half heartedly.
"No Sir, not the young slave Sir, not him. Perhaps it's the two slaves who are pulling us Sir. I find their beauty to be beyond expectations Sir."
"Come Kevin, come with me and we'll have a closer look at the young slave, the one that you `don't' have an attraction to."
Climbing down from the seat, I ran my hands along the dampened back of the slave closest to me as I walked past him. Perhaps Doc was right about my sexual
arousal, as my own cock twitched as I stared at the two black slaves, as their skin glistened under the afternoon sun. Both of them had amazing erections, far beyond my wildest imagination or cast out rumors.
Catching up to Doc, I was mortified to see just how young this particular slave looked. Even with all of his hair matted down against his head, he clearly
looked like a mere kid.
Doc stood so close to the slaves face, that at first it was difficult for me to see what was going on; but it soon became clear.
The slave used his teeth to pull down Doc's zipper and his mouth immediately
extracted Doc's penis. Doc just stood there with his hands resting on his own hips, while the slave drain and swallowed every drop of piss.
"Ah Kevin, you certainly understand about slaves taking the posture of a urinal. After yesterday, I'm sure that such activity should by now become second nature to you. You should never have to use a toilet to piss into when you are around slaves. All good and honorable slaves want to have your piss."
I stood there as if I had just been turned into a pillar of stone. I didn't know what to say or do for the longest time. My brain traced over the events from yesterday's session in the slave barn, and I thought that I could still smell the acrid odor of urine in my nostrils. And I surely wasn't going to mention the slave in dad's office who swallowed my piss in the restroom.
From the motion of the slave's head, I could tell that Doc had managed to get a hardon and was allowing the slave to suck him off. Doc used this time to talk to me about many things, mindless of the slave kneeling there with a slab of manmeat in his mouth.
"Kevin, I know that you've only been on the `trail' for less than two weeks, but I am sure that by now you can see that a slave's life is a bit more different that what everyone learns in some classroom. I continue to be impressed with your desire to learn. I know that everything you'll learn this summer will play a big role in your own future. You're out here naked, is a good sign. It shows me that you are accepting the fact that being naked in front of slaves or free men is nothing to be concerned about. If I didn't have my health clinic in town, I'd probably be a lot freer with my body too. But then again, I'm not as young as you, nor do I have the desire or need to experience some of the things which you have. I know that you are somewhat embarrassed to be seen naked by our housekeeper, but if you think of it from a slave's point of view, then regardless of whom or what it is, nudity shouldn't be a problem. That's one of the first things a slave has to learn. It's not his or her body anymore and being naked is only natural for it."
"But...but... I didn't have any choice in the matter. They took my clothes and left them in your living room. I had nothing to say or could do that would have made it any difference. That Fido slave even led me to the barn by my cock, and then the lady kept talking about all the things that were wrong with me, and the things she was going to do to me and then she said something about sending in a report on what I needed in order to be a proper slave in the eye of the state. I didn't what to experience any of that stuff. None of it was my idea, and I thought you knew that when you came into the Shaun's barn."
"I wasn't aware that you were not fully accepting their session Kevin. With Shaun, I was upset because he didn't have permission from me to use you in such a way. Free man or slave, Shaun has to have my permission to play' with another mans body, unless of course it was sent to us by the state. That's the only way I can keep control over him. I withhold outside amusements' in order for him to better himself when he's getting the new men ready to serve. You see Kevin, withholding sex from a virile male makes him more energetic, if you know what I mean."
"I'm not sure I know exactly what your trying to convey, but I think I understand some of it", I replied rather reluctantly.
"Think of it in this way... a young teenager who desires to expand his knowledge of sex and sexual fantasies sometimes, like most males, will have to resort to masturbation until the opportunity arrives to actually have sex. It's the same with Shaun and even with every slave I've ever known. Take yourself, if I might. You had achieved an erection by looking at our two ponies and I'm sure your mind was filling itself with all sorts of things you could imagine yourself doing to and with them. It is much like yesterday, downstairs where you were able to achieve an unbearable erection for hours without any relief. So you see what ever part of your brain was controlling that particular moment in time, allowed you to feel the rush of adrenalin causing you to erect."
"Well, I'm not saying that I agree or disagree with what you are saying, but
either way... getting an erection does not have connotations one way or the other as to one's sexual preference or his being aggressive or submissive. Clinical studies have shown that a normal male can readily achieve an erection at the slightest thought or mention of anything sexual." I responded with a tighter grip on my own thoughts and words.
"Kevin, we could stand here all day long and debate the scholars who have been so kind as to tell the world what brings on an erection, but right now I need to concentrate on dumping a sizeable load down this slave boy's throat. It' s the only pleasure we get from him, for now."
I turned away from Doc, as he held firmly to the boy's head. I moved towards the two ponies, who by all accounts had heard every word that was spoken. Both of them still had their hardons and both of them seemed to be saying, with their eyes, that they needed relief.
The all to familiar moans of a man in the grip of an orgasm came flooding into my ears, as I moved back and once again mounted the cart; looking over the ponies. It wasn't long before Doc pulled away from the young slave and joined me; and once again the ponies began to ease themselves into a steady rhythm.
I turned to look back over my shoulder as the young slave stood up and began digging his feet into the earth in an attempt to get his water wagon moving again. It seemed sad at first to watch the kid struggle with his cart, but once it started moving the young slave seemed content.
"I should have asked if you needed to use the slave Kevin, please forgive my
manners", Doc said rather jovially. "But you'll have ample time to use him or others if you should so desire. Right now I'm taking you down to the far end of our property so that I can check the progress the slaves are making clearing more of the land. It's a long process cutting trees and pulling stumps but in the end, the result is beautiful."
"But", I replied, "I thought we were going to the horse barn to see Jordan and John Henry?'
"Don't worry Kevin, we'll end our trek at the horse barn and the slaves will
still be hard at work. There is never enough time in a day for just two slaves to finish their work, so you'll be able to observe them while they toil. Not only do they take care of the horses, but Jordan also must take care of the pony slaves at the end of each day before he's allowed back downstairs."
I began getting a sick feeling in my gut, like when you know that something just doesn't good right. I felt sorry for Jordan from the moment I met him and with everything I've heard and seen Jordan sure could use a friendly face in his life, other than John Henry; who was only able to comfort and console him on a limited basis.
It wasn't long before we crossed over the ridge of the knoll and what lay before me was absolutely beautiful. Lush green pastures, meticulously fenced off into sections.
"We started this program about two or so years ago, when slavery came to the state. We used all manual labor to clear the trees and stumps, dig the post holes and string the barbed wire." Came the unsuspecting words from Doc. ` Just up the way you'll see a group of slaves still clearing trees and still digging post holes."
As I looked into the pastures, I could see several teams of slaves pulling the ever so obvious carts which were laden down with different amounts of weights. One pasture even had two slaves, each pulling their own carriage. The carriages looked exactly like what I'd seen in my college books, all gleaming in the sunlight and the leather upholstery seemed to sparkle just as much. The cute little bimini tops made the entire mental picture look even more inviting. I wasn't sure if I was seeing myself sitting in the carriage while observing the pony; or was I thinking as if I was the pony.
"Now before we get down to where the slaves are doing the tree cutting and stuff; I just want to caution you about staring at any one particular slave. The slaves we use out here, for this particular work, have only been sentenced to short term' indenturement. One hundred percent of them have been in front of a county judge for stupid things like littering or spitting on the sidewalk. There are some who might have arrived here because they got caught up in a brawl in some honky tonk, redneck bar. During the day they are not chained up, only at night do we secure them. They eat, sleep and shit out here. They sleep under canvas on surplus cots. These slaves have certain, how can I say this, ... they have their sexual needs just like any other man. It seems that they weed out the weakest of the bunch and use him to gratify themselves. They arrive in the spring and leave before the cold weather sets in; which is why we like using them in such a manner, as we don't actually have to provide a physical housing' unit for them. Thankfully that too was part of your father's legislative prowess; so we can all be thanking your dad for everything he did for the industry while he was in office."
"Seems that the more I see and learn; my father really did a great job with the indenturement program. I'll have to remember to pass along all of the comments and compliments everyone is bestowing upon him. I never knew, until recently just how hard dad worked to get this program up and running. I can understand now, why his interns are given two to three months in the field to better understand the programs."
"Yep, and from what I've seen Kevin, you are soaking in a ton of knowledge and some experience as well", Doc said with a smile. "I find it sad, in a way that Mr. Alderton doesn't venture far from his office. I'd like to see more of him and I'm sure that he could teach all slave handlers a thing or two along the way. He's always developing new skills and techniques, not to mention equipment, for the handling and training of slaves. But, I guess that's why your dad hired him."
"I've spent only part of a day with the man, and I believe that what you speak of is absolutely correct. I'll have to make a note of it and perhaps sometime in the near future, my father will send Mr. Alderton out on visits to various slave centers", I replied with a happy tone in my own voice.
Doc brought the cart to a halt; and not far away was the group of slaves working amongst the trees.
"One thing that should interest you Kevin is the financial benefit to our small operations here. The slaves we get in the spring time are really cheap for us to lease from the state ourselves. The cost of us leasing the slaves is offset by the monies we receive from the state for housing all the other slaves by a margin of four to one. So for every dollar we spend on the slaves we us, we actually get back three dollars for the ones we house. Add that to the ten percent the state pays us for all the lease money they receive; and we come out ahead. It's like getting all of our own slaves free of charge for the entire nine months they spend here. And seeing as how they work for us, we don't' have to provide anything other than some boots and socks for their feet."
I rattled the numbers through my head and realized that Doc and his lover were making a tidy some of money running this place. I wondered why my dad didn' t have his own slave center set up whereby he too could profit from the industry. I suppose it all comes down to time... how much of it you have and how much of it you can afford to spend working with so many slaves.
"Of course, we also get a tidy sum from the videos we produce and that along with the indenturement settlements allows us to have and do just about anything we want", Doc said in a business like manner.
Ah yes, the videos. I remember being told about them the first or second day I was here but the information I gleaned from the conversation was rather ambiguous. I'd have to ask Doc about that at a later time; as Doc turned the conversation back to the slaves toiling away about two hundred feet in front of us.
"You see Kevin, the vast majority of slave centers only process, train, lease and house the indentured. Here we find that since our long range plans include many more structures and training facilities we utilize every opportunity to improve and implement. It would have cost us a truck load of cash, had we been required to hire out workers to do the same job as these slaves are doing."
I acknowledged Doc's comment as he kept on chattering away. "Now if you look over to the left there, you'll see that tall white guy in a pair of shorts. He's like what used to be called in the old days a trustee'. He is like an overseer, but the only difference is that he's a slave himself. A lot of those slaves are repeat offenders, so when we get them, they all know what is expected of them and the ones who've been here before and have earned a little recognition, we make trustees'. Any slave in shorts is an overseer for the rest of their gang. The naked ones are the ones that you have to keep an eye on. Sometimes they get a little out of hand and then they'll feel the sting of the overseers whip. By the end of summer, early fall, most all of them have been whipped at least three or four times for various reasons. Now if you look real close, just because they always try to hide it from us; you'll see what may look strange. Over there, to the right behind that small clump of trees, there's a stump and laying over the stump is the slave that I mentioned that they singled out."
I looked in the direction Doc was pointing but I didn't see anything. All I could see were the slaves sawing down trees and cutting them into small pieces. However, I did witness one of the slaves, getting a sting from the whip; which landed squarely across his butt.
"Keep watching Kevin. You should be seeing a slave come out from behind the tree any second now. He most likely used the punk slave for a urinal or perhaps a quick blow job. We never interfere with that part of the slave's day; as it seems that we can get more work from the slaves on this particular work group if they are allowed a little extra incentive. It's at lunch or after dinner that they use him more than during the day, so we just let them have at it, unless there's a problem. They all know that we are up here watching them, so they try to be on their best behavior. Normally Shaun rides out here three of four times during the day to check on them and then once at night to make sure they are all accounted for and are chained for the night."
Like a dumbass, I asked Doc about the potential use of the fallen trees and was treated to a lengthy dissertation on the financial benefits from the slave
labor. Soft wood sold off to a paper mill, and the hard wood sold off as firewood. What could have been a single sentence, perhaps two; turned into a ten
minute lecture on the value of conservation.
Finally, I saw a rather chubby slave come out from the trees and start back to work. I could only imagine that the other slave had to suck the hairy man's
cock, or worse.
Doc jerked the reins and the ponies started off towards the slaves. "I'll just stop by there for a minute and check with the overseers and find out why they haven't made much progress since Saturday. We are kind enough to give them a day off on Sunday but at the rate they're going; I may just have to curtail the day off."
The closer we got, the more nervous I became. I could feel more than a dozen pairs of eyes staring at me. I can only imagine what all the slaves were thinking when they saw my naked body atop the cart.
Thankfully Doc stayed seated, calling one of the overseers and inquiring as to the deficient amount of work done. I, on the other hand, used the couple of
minutes to scour the landscape, looking for the one slave who seemed to be everyone's choice for sucking dick. Finally, I saw the lad. He was tied firmly
to the stump, on his back. His hands and feet were stretched beyond belief to several other trees; allowing total access to his mouth and ass. Like these
other slaves, he too, kept his body hair; unlike most of the slaves in the barns. I couldn't tell, from where I was, how old of a kid he was; but judging
by the size of his arms and legs I knew that he wasn't very old. It was just
another thing that I'd have to investigate, just because it was one of the things on dad's list of things for me to do.
Doc kept the ponies moving along the trail, as some of the other ponies came into view. They all appeared to be in excellent shape and none of them seemed to be straining under the loads they were pulling. It was then that Doc explained to me that the slave pulling the water wagon would be coming back towards us soon. It was this particular slave's job to supply the slaves and ponies with their water throughout the day. Doc also mentioned that the slave was most always required to swallow piss most of the day as well. That explained the dirt which I noticed earlier, caked on the young slave's lower legs; apparently from having to relieve himself along the way.
Indeed, I saw the young pony advancing towards us; but not only did my eyes see him, they also began to see the huge horse barn, which loomed in the distance. I was oblivious to the words Doc was saying, as my mind raced with so many thoughts and emotions. All I knew was that he was talking and I wasn't listening.
We, along with the young pony, stopped once more. This time it was me that needed to piss. I thought I would find enjoyment using the slave's mouth as a receptacle for my golden nectar, but while he was swallowing, all I could think about was ... what if it was me kneeling there and he was draining himself into me. The slave seemed to be receptive to his life and there wasn't any sign of him struggling to swallow. I could have allowed myself to erect within his mouth and drenched his tonsils with my manseed, but instead I simply pulled back and re-took my position on the seat next to Doc.
We moved ever closer to the horse barn. Doc remained silent for several minutes, allowing me to take in the extreme beauty of the pastures, ponies and the barn. Within a hundred feet of the barn, Doc decided to speak.
"You've had a good afternoon Kevin and you've seen quite a bit. I know, from
experience and being a gay man that you have some of your own issues to deal
with. So, what I'm proposing is this: How about if I just drop you off at the barn and you can observe or even help out if you'd care to. You can help the boys with whatever is remaining to be done with the horses if you care to, or you could help out with the ponies as they come in from their training. Either way, I'm sure that you'll need some time alone to sort out what you've seen today. And, I'm fairly certain that you also need time to figure out a few of your own personal inner conflicts. But, don't worry; what is said here, done here... stays here."
Doc sounded sincere, almost fatherly in fact. And I made sure to respond to his comments in the most proper fashion. Doc simply let me off outside the barn and said nothing more than, "talking with the slaves and ponies is permitted only if you as a free man allow it. So use your status wisely Kevin. I'll send Shaun up in a couple of hours to get you so that you can get cleaned up for supper. Enjoy yourself and learn all you can or desire to."
I stood outside the barn, watching Doc and the two ponies until they were out of sight. I didn't see John Henry come up from behind until it was to late and his presence startled me.
"Where are Master Kevin's clothes?" he asked.
I gave him an abbreviated version of what had transpired and he seemed content with my explanation. We proceed into the barn after that and my senses went into overload.
I thought I was in a palace. The entire barn was immaculate. The floors all shined, the wood panels on the stall gates were almost mirror like in its finish. The hay and straw were all neatly stacked up and in such a way as to denote some form of pattern. The saddles all sat on their own individual stands,
gleaming from copious amounts of saddle soap and leather care products. The smell of the horses was more like an aroma than an odor. I was amazed at the beauty and size of these creatures, which I learned were all Tennessee Walkers, and all males.
"Jordan is in the horse shower, finishing up the last of the horses Sir", John Henry said with a smile. I followed him as we made our way passed the four
horses already cleaned, feed and stalled. I could hear a low voice coming from what was the `horse shower area' and discovered that Jordan was actually
talking to the animal.
He paid us no mind, as he remained beneath the horse, performing a standard penis cleaning. At first I thought there was more to what I was witnessing until John Henry explained that male horses had to have their sheaths cleaned on a regular basis, almost similar to that of a human.
I noticed that indeed the room was designed as a shower, a horse shower to be precise. I watched as John Henry joined Jordan, busying himself with the proper implements to rake away any remaining water and then he proceeded to brush and comb the horse's mane and tail before he toweled off the horses torso.
Throughout the entire process, Jordan continued talking to the animal as if it were human. I later learned that such conversations tend to keep the animal a little more restful, while having his dick cleaned.
When it came time to take the horse back to his stall, I moved back, almost as if I was afraid of the beast. I had to admit to the two slaves that it was the first time in my life that I'd been this close to a horse. John Henry politely said, "Perhaps before his departure, Master Kevin might enjoy a horse ride early one morning."
Eventually, I found myself in the stall along with the slaves; discovering that the beauty and serenity of the horse goes deeper than just skin deep. I even asked for a brush and joined the slaves as they finished up.
"Well, now that we've got the horses all clean and pretty for the day, it won't be long now before the ponies start arriving" John Henry said in a matter of fact, sorta way.
I looked at Jordan and said, "Jordan, its ok if you want, or desire to speak while the three of us are alone. However I feel that we should keep to protocol when the ponies start arriving." There was a beacon of light which seemed to click on in his eyes, which was accompanied by a smile much larger than I' d seen him with before.
"Thank you Sir, thanks a lot", Jordan said trying to maintain his status as a slave.
I heard what sounded like running water, or splashing sounds coming from one of the stalls. I immediately assumed that a water pipe or something had broken. I was astonished to see that the horse had exposed his cock and was pissing up a storm. Both of the slaves giggled from behind me. I'd never seen such a cock before in my whole life. It was humongous.
"Darn it", Jordan said. "Now we've got to pull out the wet straw and I gotta wipe off his dick.
I looked at Jordan, puzzled about what he'd just said. "What do you mean when you said you have to wipe off his dick?" I quickly asked.
"Well Sir, if any of the masters or Shaun should come in while we are here and see that we didn't wipe the cock off, one or the both of us would get punished", John Henry explained, as Jordan came running back with a small cloth.
I don't know what possessed me to hold my hand out, but I did. Jordan looked at me as if I was a crazy man, and all I could think of to say was "a dick is a dick, man or beast, a dick is a dick". Jordan handed me the cloth.
John Henry quickly pulled the urine soaked straw out from under the horse while Jordan spread fresh straw. They both turned to me, staring... waiting to see if I'd follow through.
TBC...