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A Lesson In Time, Chapter Twenty Nine
Authors Note: This is a short chapter, and has little, to no, sexual activity mentioned within. This is just one of those chapters that has to be written to bridge the gap' between certain situations'. But not to worry, I've left you another one of my `special' endings...where you'll just be amazed at the upcoming chapter (s). I know, I know... ya hate the way my chapters end... LOL. From some of the emails, you all have some wild and vivid imaginations.
"I was hoping that I wouldn't have to call you while you're on assignment son; but apparently something has transpired which Mr. Alderton felt needed my attention" my father said without hesitation. "It appears that you have been
filmed in some rather precarious situations son. Would you care to explain?"
Swallowing hard, I began what I felt was a decent, yet not to informative explanation. I didn't want my dad to know or even suspect that I had agreed to do the video, while I was under the influence of some drug. I knew how my father felt about drugs and far be it from me to volunteer that kind of information.
"Well dad, I suppose I can start just by saying that what I did was something
which I felt that you'd be proud of. All during school, you kept telling me about how important it is to learn the slave industry from the `bottom up and
inside out' and that's what I felt I was trying to accomplish. I figured that just seeing slaves being put through their paces, that perhaps I could obtain a better feel of their situation if I, myself, sorta followed in their footsteps for a couple of days. Doc and all the others seemed to not only agree with my idea, but they encouraged me to follow through with my ambitious endeavor. And so far, I've come away with a whole new outlook on slavery, not to mention what it has done to bolster my self confidence when it comes to working with the company."
"Kevin, I must say that what you did is quite admirable BUT, don't you think you should have conferred with me or someone here about such a thing? Afterall, putting yourself out there the way you did, could have resulted in much more than the few minutes of humiliation and embarrassment. What would your mother think if she was told that you'd been severely injured, OR WORSE!" dad replied in a tone of voice that I took to be more fatherly as compared to being the owner of the company.
"I never really gave that part of the equation any thought dad. I just felt so, how should I say, `comfortable' with my decision; especially seeing as how I've been treated with a great deal of respect, which is more than I can say for Windy Hills."
The was a undeterminable lengthy pause before my father picked up the conversation.
"Never the less Kevin, Mr. Alderton seems to feel that you weren't totally in control over the situation. No one, including yourself, is to ever allow someone to command such a dominance over you, while you're employed with the company. People, some not all, have this unquenchable desire to see how far they can push us around. I'm not saying that the free men, there, had that as part of their agenda; it's just that I thought I had made that part quite clear to you prior to your departure. Now don't get me wrong son, sex is fine. Sex is great actually, but you have to be cautious out there representing the company. And if you find yourself starving for release, then I'd strongly suggest that you tend to such matters behind closed doors, out of the view of others and their cameras."
I found it rather comforting that dad hadn't brought up my homosexuality in all of this. I was, for the most part, figuring that he'd be dropping that bomb before long. I chanced changing the subject.
"So dad, how's sis doing? Mom told me about having her enrolled for the summer in the slave program; so I'm guessing that mom and you had come to wits end with her. Knowing what I know, I'm sure that by the start of school, she' ll be an entirely new daughter around the house. Sure will be nice not having her rag on me all night long, that's for sure".
"Son, your sister is doing very well. Her first day was rather tough, but from what your mother tells me, your sister is just fine. As a matter of fact Mr. Alderton saw her this morning and put her through a few steps of his own; and we both know just how persuasive he can be. And you're right; by the time you see her again, it will probably be like having almost a brand new sister; but this time one that you can persuade to follow orders."
I wasn't about to mention that she somehow was able to get my email address. That just might have become more of a headache for both her and me.
"Now then, Kevin, I haven't sat down to look at the video shoot myself; but just from what Mr. Alderton has told me, I've dispatched him to Arkansas to pay everyone a short visit. That way he'll be able to ascertain one way or the other, if any wrong doing has taken place. For their sake, I certainly hope that they've treated you properly and without harm. I'd hate to imagine the consequences which might, or will, befall them should it turn out that way."
"There's no need for all of that dad", I said rather hurriedly.
"Nonsense son; first and foremost, you are my son, my only son; and that takes precedence over everything else. I don't care if they've purchased one of our SIMS or not, I'd rather lose the sale of that machine than to have them exploit your sexuality."
There! He finally broke the ice about me being gay. Now I had to find a way to assure him that I was only experimenting with being submissive.
"Don't fret about that dad; there is still plenty of time for me to experience the fullness of being in charge and in control of any situation. I've been
thinking about that already and I'm looking forward to that part of my internship. It will prove to be most educational and informative. I'm sure that my future reports will most definitely reflect such occasions."
"Good to hear you say that Kevin. I wouldn't want you to feel obligated to just being on the receiving end of your educational findings. That is, unless that's something which peaks your interest. To which brings me to my last bit of news. Mr. Alderton is flying down in the plane which we use to move slaves and equipment from place to place; as he might have to avail himself of just that sort of situation later on. He's also going to be instructing Shaun and any of the other trainers on some of his latest techniques for bringing a freshly enslaved male to the point of surrender. It might do you some good if you could not only observe, but to partake in the lessons. I'm sure it will be a lesson well deserved, not forgetting to mention a Lesson In Time."
"Sounds great dad, I'm already looking forward to it", I said with false excitement. Well dad, if I'm too get the reports done and sent, including one that I have for you; I'd best get cracking here. I wouldn't want to be wasting
time especially if Mr. Alderton will be here soon."
We both exchanged subtle farewells and then hung up simultaneously. I should have told him that while I was talking to him, that I had a slave slurping my sore, but rigid cock; but that probably wouldn't have gone over to well, or perhaps it just might have. To late now.
At least my mind had been so occupied, that the discomfort I had been feeling seemed to have begun to fade away some. I should be thankful for all small favors.
I banged out the four page report for Ms. Mudfart and the two page report that my father was expecting; all the while being treated to a most sensuous blowjob. I could tell, just by looking out the window, that the afternoon had someone slipped away and that dusk was now over taking the outdoors.
I didn't even dump a drop of my semen into the slave's mouth, before telling him that I needed to get up and move around some. My joints ached from sitting and from the previous days activities. I wasn't once tempted to slide the dvd into the computer and watch myself being taught `right from wrong'.
Gingerly placing my right hand underneath my scrotum I moved about the room; slowly making my way over to the big window. I could already tell that most of the leased slaves had returned from their work and that the pony slaves all seemed to have been settled into their own barn. Being up on the second floor, gave me an unprecedented view of almost the entire estate. In some ways it was breath taking, yet in other ways it seemed odd that such a place full of beauty was also a training ground for some of our nations slave industry.
I finally glanced at the clock and discovered that it was later than I thought. I knew that dinner was going to be served in about an hour or so; but I dearly felt like, and desired, to take a quick dip in the pool. I just figured that the water would afford some buoyancy to my partial swollen balls.
I re-adjusted my undies and began the slow walk down the stairs, with my slave crawling behind, obediently.
"Good afternoon master Kevin", came the sullen words from the housekeeper. " Would master Kevin like something cold to drink?"
I stood there, in the kitchen, like a statue. I was almost afraid to say yes; for fear that I might get another drink laced with some exotic drug mixture. "If you have a can of soda, that would be nice thank you ma'am", I responded.
Relief cascaded over me, as I reached for the soda pop. At least the tab hadn' t been tampered with, so I felt confident that I was getting nothing more than the soda. I waited until I had reached the pool deck before popping the top off. The instantaneous relief from the cold drink was most satisfying.
Dropping my undies, along with inviting the slave to join me; we both slid into the pool for a much needed break. I instructed the slave to begin swimming laps in the pool, at an easy pace. It truly was wonderful to watch his naked form glide almost effortlessly through the sparkling water. I waited until he 'd completed a good dozen or so laps before ordering him to stop. He wasn't even out of breath. I marveled at his stamina, AND his body.
I began rationalizing my behavior over the last two days; wondering if I'd made the right choice. There probably no way that I could convince Doc to forgo selling the videos, as much money as he would rake in. On the other hand, I was going to make something from this deal, so what's wrong with a little free enterprise. And, it wasn't as if anybody had twisted my arm to make the movie. Just think of how many students will benefit from seeing the movie. At least they'll get a much better perspective about how a free man is transformed into a slave, a sex slave at that.
If the soreness in my dick and butt were any indication of what happened to me, then I'm fairly certain that the movie will be a success.
I became acutely aware, now, of just how well my father had executed the phone conversation. It was, without saying, going to be a rather exciting time for him when he decides to watch the video. I knew this, just by hearing the way he spoke about my sister. He seemed to take her and everything else in stride. I wondered, just a little, if he would call me once he'd seen the movie. I'm almost positive that he's seen everything before so none of what I did should cause him distress.
I turned around slowly, upon hearing familiar voices. The two masters, the remaining slave and the Housemaster walked their way over to the pool. It wasn' t long before they were naked and soaking in the water.
Jordan and John Henry made their way to the opposing end of the pool; apparently free to speak to one another, while the other three men seemed content with just leaning against the side and relaxing in silence.
Finally, John Henry's master looked in my direction, with a look of distain on his face. I couldn't understand what, if anything at all, I'd done to deserve such a look but he soon spoke to me.
"Guess your father is concerned about your wellbeing. His `henchman' will be here shortly to see for himself, and I'm guessing that you'll set him on the straight and narrow about your activities."
"Why of course I will. Why would I say or do otherwise", I replied. By now, all the others were looking in my direction, as if I'd just committed a crime or something.
"It's not that we have anything to worry about, but we all know how forceful and demanding your father and Mr. Alderton can be at times. We wouldn't want to have them pissed off at us for making the movie, now would we? Just be sure that Mr. Alderton understands that everything that happened with you is something that you agreed upon. That `is' the way it all went down, right?"
"I don't think any of you have a thing to worry about", I said. "If Mr. Alderton asks me anything, I'm simply going to be honest with him and I don't see what harm there is in being honest with him, or anybody else for that matter."
I must have said the wrong thing; as the men immediately stepped from the pool and gathered amongst themselves around one of the umbrella covered tables.
The housekeeper had just poured the men something cold to drink, when the gate opened and in walks Mr. Alderton.
"I heard voices, so I just assumed you wouldn't object if I just came on around to the back", Mr. Alderton said matter of factly.
Turning to me, Mr. Alderton `requested' that I remove myself from the pool. I quickly climbed out and wrapped myself with one of the many towels.
All of the men shook hands with Mr. Alderton, in what I perceived to be nothing more than a conciliatory motion. Then, without any fanfare Mr. Alderton swung the leather satchel from his shoulder and quickly produced a plastic cup.
"Kevin, if you wouldn't mind giving me a urine sample please", he asked in a friendly tone. I reached for the cup and began looking around as if I might be lost. "Just go ahead and pee in the cup, I'm sure one of those slaves will be able to act properly and relieve you of the remainder of your bladder".
I turned my back to the men, as if that was supposed to afford me some privacy; while Jordan came bounding from the pool. John Henry shuffled over to the steps and made his way out of the pool, but stood at a distance from everyone else.
I popped the cap off of the cup and began regulating a small amount of piss into it; then Jordan took over and became my personal urinal. I pushed the cap over the top of the cup and twisted around at the hips, handing Mr. Alderton the warm container. As soon as Jordan was finished reclaiming my piss he joined the other slave; both now standing at `slave rest' just waiting for something else to happen.
I reached down and grabbed the towel, obviously showing my butt to the men, and quickly wrapped myself again; then turning around I noticed the cup being placed back into the leather satchel.
It was all accomplished in total silence, as I was certain that Doc, Frank and the Housemaster were caught totally by surprise by not only Mr. Alderton's arrival but also by his rather immediate request.
The housekeeper offered Mr. Alderton a cold drink but he politely declined the offer.
"Supper is almost ready", Frank said, "We'd like it very much if you'd join
us".
"Thank you for your hospitality, but I'm actually here on a more personal matter than a business matter and I need to get back into town so that I can test Kevin's urine for any chemicals. I've rented a room at the local hotel and it's already been a long day. But thank you anyway", Mr. Alderton said, still in a polite manner.
"How long will you be staying in town?" asked Doc.
"Not long at all, if everything turns out like I hope it does, then I'll be flying out tomorrow afternoon."
Smiles began to show on the faces of the other men, as Mr. Alderton turned towards me and said. "Kevin, you'll be staying in town with me tonight, so run
off and get yourself dressed. We'll both grab a bite to eat in town tonight,
that way we can have some quality time together."
"Give me a couple of minutes and I'll be right back down", I said rather eagerly. "To bad we can't stay here tonight. I'm sure that the slaves will be more than happy to ease the stress and tension from your long trip".
"Not to worry Kevin. If in fact I was stressed or tense, I have more than enough ways to ease such things", was all that Mr. Alderton said before he waved me away with his hand.
The two slaves followed me inside and helped me dress; this time in my normal clothes which miraculously appeared from a box which had been shoved beneath my bed.
"Is master Kevin in trouble?", asked John Henry.
"No, no trouble at all. Mr. Alderton just wants to talk to me about a bunch of stuff, that's all", I replied as the two slaves began to show a look of sadness on their faces.
"He looks sorta mean, if ya ask me", chimed in Jordan.
"No he's not mean at all", I answered back. "It's just his job to be so formal and stuff like that, that makes everybody think he's a mean sort of person. He's really nice once you get to know him."
I bounded down the steps two at a time, with both slaves close behind. The atmosphere had greatly changed upon my return. The men were laughing and talking as if they were old war buddies or something.
"Best get going now", Mr. Alderton said. "Thanks again for the hospitality and we'll see you in the morning. Enjoy your dinner."
I walked alongside Mr. Alderton, both of us not speaking until we neared the
rental car. "Dumb fucking hicks", he said. "I hate coming down here. These idiots are one fucked up bunch of queers if you ask me".
The words which he uttered seemed rather harsh. I couldn't comprehend the reason or reasons he'd ever say something like that; and Mr. Alderton must have seen the puzzled look on my face. "I'll explain on the way into town, just get in the fucking car now and buckle up."
I did as he asked, as he started the car and made a hasty exit from the property.
"We won't be stopping for dinner. I'll just order up something once we get to the hotel. I need to test your urine before I do anything else or draw the wrong conclusions. Your father is obviously pissed off at this whole situation and needless to say, that's why he sent me here. The last time he sent me out like this, the end result wasn't to anyone's liking."
I had no reply, no rebuttal, for what he had just said. I simply adjusted myself on the seat and settled in for the hour ride back to town.
To Be Continued.