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A Lesson In Time, Chapter Thirty
The actual town was rather quaint, to say the least. It was as if time had passed it by. The one thing that stuck out in my mind was that they must've rolled the sidewalks up about seven o'clock each and every night.
Hardly a soul was out and about, and the few places that were still open for business were mainly restaurants. There were the usual town slaves, sweeping the curbs and gutters, emptying waste baskets and some were even polishing the parking meters. It was actually nice to feel the confidence the town had with the slave industry. I didn't see the first overseer, except for one lone police car slowly making its way down main street.
The hotel was right in the middle of town. Well landscaped and meticulously looked after. The driveway was circular and when we pulled up to the front, two of the handsomest male slaves scampered to assist us. I wondered what they' d done to be enslaved. They couldn't be much older than me, and surely whatever it was... it must not have been that serious of an offense. I couldn't help but to feel that my own brain was becoming more and more in tune with the features of males with each passing day. I couldn't remember anytime in my life where I'd given so much thought, so much wishful thinking towards other men; than I have over the last week or so.
I even turned around to look at the slave, just as I was about to enter the hotel. His features were so defined, as was just about every other aspect of his body. I had to shake off these feelings lest Mr. Alderton pick up on the way I was quietly drooling over the slave. I couldn't help myself. All I wanted to do, right then and there was to drop to my knees and swallow the slave's cock down to the root.
"Come on Kevin, times a wasting", chimed Mr. Alderton; breaking my concentration.
"Coming", I said rather squeakily.
"Good to see that you are developing an eye for the human flesh. It will come in handy when you are amongst more and more slaves each day as your summer progresses. You'll be amazed at the female side of slavery even more so, once you get a feel and a taste for it", Alderton said with some degree of managerial authority.
We had to climb the spiral staircase, as in this old hotel there were no elevators. I was astonished to discover that once we'd reached the third floor that there were only a few rooms designated for guests.
From the moment the door was unlocked, I could tell that the room was no ordinary guest room. It was decorated to the hilt. I mean, like everything was the finest that money could buy. It was actually a suite of rooms.
Not only was there a wet bar, but a baby grand piano and chandeliers. The two separate bedrooms were superbly decorated. It came complete with a sauna and a large hot tub, sitting right next to the wall made entirely of glass; which overlooked part of the town and a lot of the surrounding rolling hills.
There was a huge mahogany desk, complete with a leather grained desk chair. Alongside of the desk, sat three rather ominous looking suitcases which belonged to Mr. Alderton.
I stood there; waiting to hear what was or wasn't expected of me; as Mr. Alderton gently laid his satchel down atop the desk.
He removed the cup which contained my urine sample and placed it on the desk as well. "Why don't you either take a nice shower or bath while I test your urine for drugs", he said pleasantly. "I'm sure you'll find the bathroom equally as elaborate as the rest of the rooms. You might even appreciate the token of appreciation that your father has sent along on the trip."
"Really", I managed to babble. "Thanks. I'll have to see what my father sent along. I'm sure it is nice, whatever it is."
Mr. Alderton chuckled and remained at the desk. As I began moving towards the bathroom he turned to me and said, "Before you go getting all wet and sudsy, I'd like it if you would go to the bedroom at the end of the hall, where you 'll be sleeping tonight and get undressed. I have to take some photos of you to collaborate the findings from the video which you were in. It won't take long to snap a few pictures and then you'll be free to soak your aches and pains away for as long as you wish."
I quickly began undressing, just leaving my clothes strewn about. I had to wait for a few minutes for Mr. Alderton; which didn't do my nerves any good. I could only imagine what the tests were going to show and prove. But, on the other side of the coin, I could also remember the first time I'd met Mr. Alderton and how much I wanted to some day be alone with him, just the two of us.
I could feel myself slipping into one of my more lustful' moods, as I continued to wait. I could remember every word, every small action between Mr. Alderton and me that day up in his office. I could see the mischievous smile on his face, and the tone in his voice eluding to the fact that he too wouldn't mind a romp in the hay'.
"How'd my test turn out?" I questioned him, as he came into my bedroom.
"It will take a few more minutes, but I didn't want to hold you up any longer. So let's start by you standing up and placing your hands behind your head so I can get some shots of your complete torso", Mr. Alderton replied.
"If you don't mind me saying so Kevin, I think your nipple rings make you look more... how should I say... more inviting."
He walked all around me, snapping picture after picture. Then he had me lift up my cock so he could photograph my balls as they hung loosely. After that, Mr. Alderton had me get my cock semi-hard so he could take a close up of how much damage, if any, had been done.
The last bit of the photo session was with my head resting on the bed, my knees wide and partially bent; while I used my hands to spread my ass cheeks apart so that he could snap some pictures of my rosebud.
As I stood back up straight, Mr. Alderton's hands were slowly and rather seductively exploring my flesh; all except my more intimate parts. "Looks like there's no permanent damage from all the activity, but if I were you Kevin, I' d think twice about having another `fuckfest' for at least a few days. One or two cocks a day up your ass and no more. You wouldn't want your ass to stay permanently puffed up and open like it is now... or would you?"
There was nothing, simply nothing I could say in response to the last part of Mr. Alderton's comments. Afterall, I'd had who knows what up my ass the night before and even I could understand the need to give it a rest for a few days. But its another thing to have somebody else tell you.
"Your mother and father have sent along a few more articles of clothing. I took the liberty of having them hung in the closet already. At least you'll have something clean and fresh to put on tomorrow morning", Mr. Alderton said in a more subdued voice. "I'll stop by and get your bath water running for you, and then I've got to get back to the testing."
As he walked down the hall and pushed the bathroom door open, I went to the closet to see what `extra clothes' my folks had sent along.
There must have been some kind of mistake on somebody's part. These weren't my clothes. Maybe they belonged to a slave or somebody else but they certainly weren't mine. I decided not to make a fuss about it now, but for sure I'd say something to Mr. Alderton before bed time.
Since I heard the water running in the tub, I opted for a speedy trot down the hall towards what I hoped was a relaxing bath. I hadn't gone into the bathroom yet, but already I could see the bare flesh of a slave kneeling; facing towards the tub, with his beautiful globes staring me right in the face. At first I thought that, from where I was standing, the slave looked familiar.
It took three more steps to realize that the slave kneeling in the bathroom, was the same slave my dad brought home with us the night after I'd had my ` physical' examination. Fond memories flooded my thought process as I gently raised the slave's head off of the floor. His eagerness to please me, was only superseded by the smile on his face.
I instantly placed my hands under his arms and lifted him off the floor; grabbing him about the waist and planting an enormous tongue probing kiss in his
mouth.
I eased us apart, and watched, as the slave cast his eyes up and down my body; slowly loosing his smile, as his face changed to one of bewilderment.
"It's okay slave. I'm granting you permission to speak freely here in the bathroom", I said; trying my best to sound upbeat and jubilant.
"But Sir, is it really you?", he asked. "Sir looks so different now. Sir almost looks like any other slave."
"It's alright. It is a long story, which I probably don't have time to explain it all to you right now, but I will; I promise", I responded.
The water was still blasting out from the spigot, as the slave began pouring a combination of oils and soap into the tub; instantly bringing hoards of bubbles to the surface.
I eased myself into the tub, feeling the rush of warm water and bubbles encase my body. To put it mildly; it felt great. The oil smelled of peppermint and clove; which somehow seemed to begin erasing the events from the last two days. All I wanted to do, for the moment was to close my eyes and relax; but something grabbed at my inner being, pulling me in a completely different direction.
I ordered the slave to join me in the lavish tub, with him more or less straddling over my legs. Reaching up I began rubbing his pert beautiful nipples as if they were my `prize' for the night. My cock began to respond, as did his; as he began adjusting himself so that his cock was quite close to my face.
I guess it must have been from the single night we'd spent together; with the slave remembering my thirst in wanting to suck his cock. He was never so more right, than this very moment; as he continued leaning forward pressing his cock against my lips.
I began to suck and work my tongue on his dick, lost in total abandon; caring nothing of my job or the world, as I worshiped the shaft of man flesh, now deep within my mouth. I finally felt the smooth skin of his pubic region, the moment that the slave's cock made it into my throat. I allowed my throat muscles to massage the cock, as I moved my hands up and down the slave's body; becoming totally absorbed with what I was doing. The smell of the slave filtered through the scent of the oils and soap; bringing flashbacks racing through my head.
As my hands found their way to the slave's scrotum, my brain reacted to the first time I had felt his balls. It was sensuous, yet strange; that first night with this slave, especially since it was just down the hall from my parents bedroom.
This time however, I was free or at least felt free to do with this slave as I saw fit: Afterall, I had learned much over the last week and a half and I wasn't about to let my new found world fade to just a distant memory.
I could detect the slave's testicles begin to draw tighter, up against his groin; and I knew that his orgasm was just moments away. I didn't want him to dump his seed in my mouth, just yet; so I eased my mouth from his cock while increasing the pressure on his balls, and it seemed to have the desired effect.
My own dick needed servicing and I wasn't about to settle for spanking the monkey; yet, I didn't want to have the slave do anything that would ruin the plans I was formulating for later in the evening.
I quickly spoke to the slave, ordering him to start bathing my body. I was amazed at his desire to serve with so much diligence. It too, reminded me of how he washed my body in the shower just a few short weeks ago.
I heard him gasp, after I'd turned over onto my hands and knees so that he could administer his gentle cleaning of my ass. "Oh master, your butt looks like you were hung out for everybody to mount you. It must have caused you great pain master. I'll be gentle master, I promise", said the slave with a tone of empathy in his voice.
I purposely did not respond to his comments. I wanted to remain in that ` space' where a man's mind is focused on his sexual awareness such as mine at the moment in question.
I managed to summon each and every time that my ass had been assailed. Most, if not all, the mountings were memorable to say the very least. I re-visited the time when I eased myself down onto the cock of the slave named 616, from Windy Hills. That was probably my most memorable fuck, just for the fact that it was when I lost my virginity. The visions of the time spent with Jordan and John Henry became vivid in my mind. I even felt secure thinking about and reliving the few occasions when I was fisted. Not even in college had we learned about such things. I was going to have to find some way in which to enlighten the college kids on the wonders of the human body and just how willing the body is in accepting things which might have seemed distant and impossible.
I was about to tell the slave that he'd done a good and thorough job, when Mr. Alderton appeared in the door way. "Kevin, we have some things to talk about; so if you wouldn't mind stepping out of the tub and drying off; we can begin our discussion."
The two of us climbed out and without thinking, I grabbed the towel and began drying myself off. I didn't think, and that's all there was to it. I should have thought, but I didn't; and in Mr. Alderton's mind, I was acting more like a submissive than a free man.
I followed him into the main living area, of the complex space of rooms and was instructed to sit in one of the chairs facing towards the television, yet with a substantial view of part of the town below. Mr. Alderton sat on the sofa, where I noticed a folder sitting on the coffee table.
I waited, for what seemed an eternity, before Mr. Alderton began speaking. While waiting, I continued to find droplets of water on places like my legs and under my arms; so I kept on dabbing them off with the towel, keeping myself totally exposed to Mr. Alderton. It's not like it was the first time he'd seen me naked. I must admit that the towering structure of this man, somehow made me feel very much at ease; not to mention safe.
"Kevin, I almost don't know where to begin" Mr. Alderton began. "I suppose the first thing to say is that the preliminary results of your urine test came back showing high concentrations of an ultra modern mind altering drug, known in the slave trade simply as "conversion". It has the ability to seek out the parts of a person's brain which in some manner demonstrate his or her ability to either be a domineering individual or even a more relaxed and passive person. Which ever the case may be, the drug seems to have the ability to heighten, or enhance those traits within the person."
"Are you saying that this fancy new drug can actually make a mean person even meaner?" I asked with sincerity.
"Well I suppose it would, but from all of the studies to date, it has only been tested and used on enslaved individuals. It seems that everyone wants to use the drug to help determine the likelihood on whether or not a person will fall into place in his new world of being a slave. You see, Kevin, if and when the drug is used properly it can afford a slave owner with the ability of seeing in which direction the enslaved individual needs to be trained and monitored. Let's say for instance... a young buck gets enslaved by some judge and all his life the boy has had a strong desire to mate with a female. When given the drug, the slave may or may not display other hidden tendencies which might lean his training to a more subtle method of learning his new place in life. He could eventually find himself enslaved at such a place as Windy Hills, or way the hell down in Austin Texas, getting his cock pumped by a machine eighteen hours a day. On the other hand, he might just find himself flat on his back getting a big old dick slammed up his ass. The drug is currently the best new option to hasten the training of a lot of the newer slaves. It has yet to be granted the `seal of approval' but that's just going to be a formality."
There wasn't much I could do or say. All I was able to accomplish was to remain seated, looking at Mr. Alderton as he continued. I was starting to get the feeling that this `talk' of his, was more like a college lecture; which in it's own way was okay with me.
"But used for the wrong reasons, the drug can and normally does create more problems for some slave owners and slave trainers. Let's take you for instance. From what we've learned so far, you have been given a total of four highly enriched doses of the drug; which by all practical standards is far to much. The biggest problem with the amount you've been given, is that it will remain in your system for at least another seven days. The drug is only meant to last about forty eight hours for a single, standard dose. However, since you have ingested an unspeakable amount, the best of my estimates show you'll have some lingering effects for the next seven to ten days. I'm not so sure that you'll be wanting to go back there tomorrow and chance having them give you more."
"No Sir, I would hope not Sir", I replied in all honesty.
"The other thing I need to tell you, solely on the direct orders from your mother and father is that in every business, even ours, there are spies and informants. Thankfully, we had already been apprised of your situation long before we even received the video of your `performance'.
All aghast I blurted out "You mean that somebody has been telling my dad everything that has been going on? Who, tell me who!"
"The `who' is not important Kevin. Just be thankful that we had someone watching out for you and your father's interest. The main thing is that you're alright and no real harm or damage has come of it", Mr. Alderton said in a rather gruff voice.
The real problem is in us finding out, who in our organization, has leaked certain information about you. All of our employee records are kept confidential and somehow, someone, has leaked certain things about you, to these gentlemen and it is quite apparent that they've used that information; not only for financial gain but also to enhance their own sexual gratification. Not that sex is bad, but when it comes to corporate people deceiving other corporate people, we take that very seriously. Unfortunately, we just might have to pull our person out of this town and relocate him or her to another place. All of that takes time and money. Least of all, your father has his doubts about whether to return you to your internship. He may decide to cut this stop short and send you on your way; but knowing how things work, your reputation as being... well... `agreeable' just might have already been spread throughout the industry, which could put you at further risk."
I was astonished to find out that there was some sort of file' on me; not to mention that something in the file apparently had indicated that I was suitable to being dominated by others. My thought process began reeling, trying to figure out who was the mole' here and who it was that `leaked' information about me from back at the main office.
"Kevin, it's like your father always tells his employees when they learned something the hard way. Consider it just another `lesson in time'; and that way you will learn and benefit from it. It's not your fault that any of this has happened. It is just a circumstance that we will all have to work together to solve", Mr. Alderton said; apparently noting the change in my facial expression.
Once again I found myself without a single word to say, which shouldn't have been the case; but thankfully the slave entered the room on his hands and knees which distracted the two of us for a brief moment.
I was so enthralled at the way the slave had been trained. Not only did he appear to know his place, but he also knew how to react to different situations.
His first instinct was to crawl over to Mr. Alderton and kiss the tops of his shoes; after which he crawled around the coffee table and kissed the tops of my bare feet. I found that, just that much, to set this particular slave apart from all the rest.
Then shockingly enough, the slave rose and placed his lips against the head of my cock. Not that I minded, but to do such a thing in front of Mr. Alderton seemed a bit much for me.
"I can see by the expression on your face Kevin, that the slave's actions have startled you somewhat. It is normal for such a slave, trained in the art of pleasing a free man, that as soon as he sees an exposed penis; his job is to suckle the cock until such time as his mouth is no longer required", Mr. Alderton said with a smile.
The slave had already began to suck my dick by the time Mr. Alderton had finished the last sentence. The slave was a pro, and I wondered if the slave was actually gay or had he just been trained this way. Nonetheless I found his manipulations quite exquisite; which brought my cock to full attention. Mr. Alderton continued speaking, as if this was just a normal everyday occurrence in his world.
"I called your father at home, just as soon as my initial test results were in and he wasn't too happy to say the least. He mentioned that he was going to discuss this with your mother and then he's to call me back. I'm sure that there's nothing to worry about Kevin, as I feel that your parents have your best interest at heart."
"Thank you Mr. Alderton. Your words are most comforting", I said in a pleasant tone. "I really do feel a bit uncomfortable having this slave suckle my dick while in your presence though."
"Kevin, Kevin... Have you forgotten that we spent the better part of an afternoon together? Do you not think that the way you acted and the way you looked around my office that I didn't pick up on a few things? Having a slave suck your cock should just be a natural occurrence for you by now. A free man should never feel out of place, any where, when he's getting a blowjob."
I hadn't planned on any of this happening. I wanted to save myself for the bed. I needed to withhold my sperm until I was alone with the slave. I didn't want Mr. Alderton to see just how much I was enjoying the blowjob, but there was little or nothing I could do about it now.
"Mr. Alderton, why is it that my brain keeps bouncing from one thing to another? I never used to have this problem but lately my mind goes from one thing to another without stopping. Like, why is it that since I've been traveling all I can think about is working for my father, doing what is right in his eyes. I hardly think about my friends or anything else except for this job. It' s become more like a sexual experience more than anything else. I know that all this sounds funny, but it is something that really plays hard on my mind. Like, well... take my sister, for instance. I know what's going on with her and I'm happy. Why am I happy? Shouldn't I be upset with my parents for placing her in the program for the whole summer? And me, what about me? Why is it that I'm so hell bent on filling my days with sex instead of concentrating on my job more? Why is it that I'm not focusing on my assignment? I'm supposed to be out, traveling around, gaining a wealth of knowledge about the slave industry and all. But, every place I go to, I seem to end up being involved in something else.?
"Kevin, I can see how and why you are bewildered, but it isn't anything that you are doing incorrectly. Our industry has many, many, facets. I feel as if you might be trying to please people to fast and to hard. You perhaps just need to slow down and learn to accept, first of all, who you are and what you are. Then and only then should you incorporate your feelings into your work. What sense is there to doing a job for your father, if you don't fully come to terms with the complete understanding of slavery. How can you be of benefit to him and yourself if you've not seen and experienced what it is that you are learning, You could improve your skills, learn to be more accepting of others and their needs."
"Are you saying that even you have done the things that I've done?"
"No Kevin, I'm not saying that at all. What I'm saying is that... well... your mom and dad told me that you admitted to being gay. And I'm guessing that your experience with other males has been very limited up until now. So you see Kevin, in a way... you have involved yourself in a `crash course' on homosexuality. Not only are you trying to do your job, but you are also learning more and more about male sexuality, YOUR sexuality. It is so obvious, now more than ever, that my initial impression of you was right on the money."
"You mean, you knew or thought you knew that I was gay?" I hurriedly asked.
"Yes Kevin. A man in my position has a good sense of things like that. And, do you remember your interview with Mr.Carter? Well, he was the one asking you all sorts of questions about yourself and your family. He asked about your schooling and your dreams and desires."
"Yes Sir, I remember him. He was quite nice", I answered.
"Mr. Carter is the company shrink. It's his job to not only interview potential employees but also to analyze certain new slaves which we have around the offices", Mr. Alderton said rather sullenly.
"Oh, I wasn't aware of that. But he's still a nice man. He was most polite with me", I replied.
I watched as Mr. Alderton flipped open the folder on the coffee table. " Kevin, here in this folder is a brief synopsis of Mr. Carter's evaluation of you. Would you like me to read it to you?"
"Yes Sir, I'd like that very much. I'm sure that there is some good information in it that will probably help my dad and lord knows that my parents might just need the added help, now that they both know I'm gay and all."
It remained weird, talking with Mr. Alderton while the slave was making love to my cock with his mouth; but with me paying much attention to Mr. Alderton' s every word it was postponing my climatic orgasm.
Mr. Alderton had just taken the folder in hand, adjusted himself to be more comfortable on the sofa, when the phone rang.
"Dammit all to hell!" He yelled.
Mr. Alderton moved over to the desk to answer the phone on the forth ring, tossing the folder down with a thud.
"Yes Sir, he's right here Sir", Mr. Alderton said quite politely. "Yes Sir, I will Sir" he said.
As I turned towards Mr. Alderton, I heard a couple of clicks and soon discovered that he'd put us on the `conference' feature of the phone. I eased the slave's head off of my cock upon seeing Mr. Alderton motioning for me to get up and join him.
"Hi Dad", I said rather excitedly.
"Hello son", he replied. I'm glad that you are with Mr. Alderton instead of being out at the slave center. I have a few things I need to say to you and to Mr. Alderton; and then Kevin your mother wishes to have a few words with you as well."
"Yes Sir" I replied.
Dad began speaking in a calm voice. It started out with some praises being handed me for my good reports from the time spent at Windy Hills. While dad was talking I looked back at the slave, who was now just kneeling right where I' d left him.
Turning back towards Mr. Alderton, I saw his right hand tugging at his zipper. I was mesmerized by his actions, all the while listening to my father talking.
Dad began asking Mr. Alderton a series of questions which Mr. Alderton quickly had answers for.
The next thing I know, Mr. Alderton had pulled his cock free of his pants and undies and was slowly stroking it. It was a magnificent piece of flesh, to say the very least.
My brain snapped or something; as the next thing I know, I'm on my knees with Mr. Alderton's cock in my mouth; and both of his hands are gently massaging the top of my stubbly haired head.
I don't know the when or why, but the only thing I heard was, "Kevin, what do you think about that suggestion?"
"Sorry Sir, but Kevin seems unable at the moment to respond to your question Sir", Mr. Alderton answered.
"No matter", my father responded. "I'll just move on to the next topic and we can come back to Kevin when he's finished doing what it is that he's doing."
To Be Continued...