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A Lesson In Time, Chapter Thirty Eight
It was definitely not a dream. My brain was once more in overdrive with feelings of wants, needs and desires for more sex. The only logical reason for these feelings I was having, had to be from the previous few days of being drugged; what else could it be. It sure as hell couldn't be some deep inner feeling or emotion that I had, which was allowing my head to conjure up such dastardly things.
I couldn't believe how nonchalantly my father had just stuck his cum covered
fingers in my mouth; and I sucked and licked them clean. Of all the people in the world, I never, ever, would have suspected my own father of doing such a thing.
The pleasure in my ass was out of this world, each time John Henry moved his hand in any way or fashion. Each movement sent tingles from my ass to my brain.
Just as soon as my father had slid his fingers out of my mouth, John Henry began extracting his hand from my ass. It didn't even hurt, as the widest part of his hand stretched my asshole on the way out. All it did was to leave an emptiness inside of me, as my open ass could actually feel the rushes of air going out and in.
As Mr. Alderton stepped away from me, John Henry presented my mouth with his fingers and I knew what he, and the others, were expecting.
Dad moved now, to in between my legs, and for a moment I almost thought that he was going to fuck me himself. He began running his finger, in circles around what I now perceived as my puffy ass hole. I could feel that there was a big difference now, as compared to earlier; so I just knew that my hole had enjoyed the fisting as much as I did. His other hand was slowly, and carefully, gliding over my testicles. I suppose that there must be some fascination with a set of bound and tortured balls, that any man, straight or gay, can't help touching.
My cock began to react to everything. This was almost too much to understand all at once, but what the hell; I wasn't going to scream and yell, just to get them to stop. The feelings were too good.
Mr. Alderton now stood behind me; his menacing frame somewhat casting a shadow over my face and upper chest.
After I'd finished sucking the slave's fingers and licking his hand clean, he stepped away from the table; leaving me with just the feelings down around my ass and on my nuts to enjoy.
"I guess that by now son, that your mouth could use something else other than your own sperm and ass slime. I've asked Mr. Alderton to fix you something to drink", my father said rather calmly.
"Thanks dad, you're right. I am a bit thirsty after all of this", I said in a calm tone of voice.
The next thing I know, Mr. Alderton is sliding some weird looking metal contraption underneath my shoulder blades. The part or parts that I could see looked like nothing that I'd ever seen before, yet can hardly explain. Whatever this thing is, it has two metal upright posts; and atop the two posts is what looks like some kind of metal tray or rack assembly. There is a small knob and an elastic band of some kind on one of the post. I couldn't even think of how this metal object was going to give me something to drink.
What came into view next, startled me; but I kept quiet and still. I didn't want, nor did I desire, to get another sermon from dad, or even Mr. Alderton.
"Your father has asked me to fix you a cool drink Master Kevin. It will not only quench any of your thirst, but it will also relax you just a little bit, while we finish up with you. I'm sure by now, that you want to get yourself off of this table and back down to the house."
I watched in horror as Mr. Alderton laid one of those damn bottles onto the upper tray and fastened it down with one of the elastic straps. It had the most god awful long latex milking cock on it that I'd ever seen.
Mr. Alderton made several more adjustments to the bottle and the metal frame before saying to me, "Now then Master Kevin, once you begin sucking out the liquid, I'm going to make the final adjustment to the frame. The final adjustment is just so you don't accidentally spill any of your refreshment and it is also going to work in a much different way than you might or might not have been exposed to. The more you drink, the more the `feeding cock' will ease itself into your mouth. As you can see, the feeder cock isn't all that thick, so it won't tire your jaw muscles out, unless you start to vigorously suck on it."
No, no, this couldn't be happening right here, right now, in front of my father and John Henry. This isn't supposed to be happening, but it was.
"Now Kevin, don't be such a prissy about it. It's just that we have a couple of more things to do, and we are just trying to save everybody a little more time. Come on now, and open up for Mr. Alderton so we can get going. You wouldn't want me to squeeze these things, would you?" dad said, now gently holding both of my balls in his hand. I could tell he was serious, just from the tone of his voice.
The sucking dildo was again touching my lips and I gradually succumbed to my dad's wishes. It had been days since I'd seen this particular sort of dehumanizing thing, but I just knew that if I didn't comply that some other `evil'
deed would befall me.
After I had about a half and inch of it in my mouth, Mr. Alderton turned the knob a few times and reset the one or two elastic straps which were holding the feeding bottle in place.
I sucked on it very, very slowly; hoping to prolong what I now knew as the inevitable. The texture of the drink was identical to all of the others, but the taste was that of what I could only compare to `cherry cola'. Mr. Alderton was correct; in that the latex cock fed more of itself into my mouth the more I swallowed.
"Now Master Kevin, soon you should start to feel more relaxed", Mr. Alderton
said with a degree of certainty. The added medicine that I have put into your drink is nothing more than a good muscle relaxer. Everything else in the drink is normal, and I'm sure you know what that means."
My eyes almost came out of their sockets when I heard that. How, or better yet... WHY? Why my own father would be forcing me to drink the drug laden mix, when he knows just how much effect it has on me? Why would he want me to fall backwards in such a way that it might have an adverse reaction to what little progress I'd made up until now.
"Kevin, don't get upset about it son", came the distant voice of my father. "Having you drink your slave juice is just an added precaution against having anything go wrong tomorrow. And the added medicine is just to relax you for now. I'm sure you can understand why we need you docile for tomorrow. We wouldn't want you displaying any `worldly' emotions or physical attributes."
Dad knew damn well that I couldn't respond to his comments. I had half a mind to simply bellow, growl and thrash around, but those thoughts lasted only a few seconds; when the drugs and other stuff started to take hold.
I could still feel hands and fingers running over my cock and balls, but it was the attention my nipples were now receiving that my brain concentrated on. Even looking down, I couldn't see to much due to the frame and feeding bottle. I could only see Mr. Alderton on one side with John Henry standing opposite him.
It must have been the two of them toying with my nipples that caused me to suckle the rubber dick even harder. With everybody playing with my most sensitive body parts, it didn't take long before the rubber dick was nearing the point where I would start to gag. I feared the worst, so I closed my eyes; just knowing that I'd drown in my own vomit.
The next thing I noticed were that my hands were being covered in what looked like heavily padded mitts. "Make a nice tight fist", came words from Mr. Alderton, and I quickly obeyed. I could feel both of my hands being constricted inside of the supple material, as each of them were tightly bound to my body.
After that, came my feet; but I didn't get a good look at that process, I could only feel the same material beginning to cover them.
With that part out of the way, my attention was once again back to my milking bottle and the long sucking dildo that was now completely embedded in my mouth and throat. I didn't even gag, not even once and I suppose it was simply due to the earlier distraction. I could, however, feel my throat muscles massaging it as if it were a real free man's penis. I liked the thought of just knowing that I could actually take a large cock deep into my throat without puking or tossing snot balls out my nose. Some day, when ever I found my soul mate, I'd suck his dick in just this manner, bringing him countless hours of pleasure.
There was a sudden, violent pain that went coursing through my left nipple; bringing me back to reality, once again. The pain was quickly followed by what I can only describe as a dull, yet sensual kind of feeling. After a few seconds, I could see Mr. Alderton leaning over my chest, which preceded yet another equally as painful feeling in my remaining nipple. Nothing was said, by anyone, nothing at all; as Mr. Alderton stood up again.
I tried, I really tried to see what was going on, but it wasn't until I saw Mr. Alderton holding a huge and thick steel ring in his hand; that I knew what was happening. My initial nipple rings were being replaced by those that were specifically made and designated for slaves. Each of the rings was, by law, required to be two inches in diameter with a huge steel ball locking the two ends together. The pain was now just a memory, but the feeling of having Mr. Alderton push the ring through my small nipple was met with mixed feelings. It was even stranger, when I felt the steel ball making a sudden stop against my flesh. It felt like a ton of weight. The remaining nipple was likewise fitted with a matching ring, before anyone said a word.
"Now that looks nice Mr. Alderton. It is easy to see that you enjoy such work. You and I are going to have to sit down and have a talk about your current position within the company. It might just be that your talents have gone to waste over these last few years", dad said rather humorously.
"Thank you Sir", replied Alderton. "It's not that I'd ever want a steady job of doing such things anymore, but it is nice to be able to do them every once in awhile, especially when I have such an eager and amicable male to work on."
"Well, needless to say, but I think your talents will come in handy tomorrow. At least you can show Shaun, one more time, the proper decorations that slaves are supposed to have installed on their flesh. I'd hate to be on the receiving end of your tutelage if I was him. I don't think he's going to like having you leaning over his shoulder, all day long, but frankly, I don't give a flying shit", dad said.
John Henry began undoing the metal contraption over my body, but he left the dildo embedded in my throat while he unscrewed it from the bottle and pulled the frame out from under my shoulders.
"I suppose that Master Kevin will require the two bells on his nipple rings for tomorrow also?" questioned Mr. Alderton.
"I'm not so sure yet. Perhaps they'd look better on his ears or perhaps another place", replied my father. "It's all a matter of taste, I suppose. My preference has always been for just one bell, per slave. When I first got my two house slaves, we had the bell put on the Prince Albert ring for the male and we put the bell on the female slave's clit ring. My wife was the one who decided, after about a month, to have the bells removed. She said it was a distraction, but I always loved to hear the bell, at least I always knew where the slaves were. And then you know, that soon after the bells came off that she had the male slave's Prince Albert reduced in size to almost nothing. He still wears his, but there are times when I want to put his large one back on."
All this chatter about body piercings was keeping me aroused, not to mention that I wasn't caring one way or the other whose fingers were playing with my ass hole or my balls. I guess I never knew that Mo-Mo and Jo-Jo had, at one time, been required to have and to wear large rings. I only know of the smaller, more decorative, ones. I'm learning something new each and every day, which I'm thankful for. I'll make dad and mom so proud of me, that they'll grant my every wish, fulfill my every need and supply me with all of my desires. The way my libido was racing through my body right now, you could shove a truck up my ass and I would ask for more.
"Why, there you all are", came the thunderous words out of my mother's mouth.
"Honey, I thought I was to meet you for dinner", dad said rather suddenly, as his hands fell away from my body.
"Well, I didn't expect to be done so soon, but this town has nothing in the way of the proper furniture that I require. I was only able to get a few things in town and that wasn't much. These hicks only have two stores that sell furniture, so I'll just have it shipped in from back home. That way I'll know that the house is furnished properly", came mom's response.
I was nervous about mom seeing me like this, yet in some ways I didn't give a crap. It probably won't be the last time she sees a naked free man.
"All I got were a couple of beds for the upstairs. At least the new master and any visitors will have something clean and comfortable to sleep on. I did find some rather nice things at the local indenturement store and they'll be delivered tomorrow also. I guess people will just have to eat in the kitchen or out by the pool until all the rest of the stuff shows up. Not much sense in spending good money for things you don't like."
Before I knew it, mom was standing next to my head gazing down with her cold green eyes.
"My, my, Kevin you sure did change your looks since this morning. I must say that I'm so proud of you for what you're doing. It will help out our entire family, just by your `small' contribution. I know that you must think poorly of me for wanting you disciplined for sticking up for that lowly pony slave, but you just have to put little things like him out of your mind. Your father has given you a job and you have to do what he asks of you, in the way and manner which it was asked. In the real world, a slave would have been bullwhipped for doing and saying what you said. But, I'm sure that by now, you've drained your personal feelings from your job." Mom said authoritatively, as if to drive home her point.
She leaned down and kissed my bald head, and began running her hand over my chest, as if it were a new coat or something. "I do like your new rings son. To bad you won't keep them for long."
"And just look at you John Henry!" mom said with glee. "Your new look does you well boy. I think you look so much more adorable and handsome without all of your slave rings and your shorts are so cute that any man would want to just sweep you off of your feet and have his way with you. You'd like that wouldn't you?"
So there was at least one question, in my mind, answered. That's what John Henry and Mr. Alderton were doing earlier. I guess that being a trustee around here; you don't have to continue to wear these large decorations.
Turning her attention back to me, mom started running her hand up and down the leg closest to her. "Your skin is so soft Kevin that I'd almost forgot how sweet it was to touch you when you were just a baby."
Even mom's touch, sent a rush of excitement to my head, as my throat continued to massage the dildo lodged deep inside. "And just look how innocent you look without all that messy `man hair' around your penis and testicles. It's as if you've been re-born. I wonder what your brother and sister would say if they could see you now? I'm pretty sure your sister would have a whole new outlook on you, after everything she's been going through, but one never knows. I think Zeb would be proud of his baby brother for all of the sacrifices you have and will be making in the future. It's not often that the youngest of the family gets to dedicate himself such as you've decided to do."
Now wait just a minute here. I'm not so sure that "I decided" anything. It was more or less pushed onto me, much like this dick I'm suckling. But, fuck, I'm not complaining now. I like all the attention and the fact that I'm apparently the `center of attention' right now. It's better than having to hear about all the accomplishments of dear old Zeb, day in and day out at the dinner table. I could have gone on all summer long without hearing his name, but lately it is always popping up.
Mom's cold hands found their way to my cock and balls, but there was little I
could do about the fact that she felt the need to resurrect my dick from it' s slowly deflating status. Anybody playing with my dick about now, was surely to get it to stand up tall and proud.
"So tell me dear", mom said turning her gaze towards my father, "have you punished Kevin for his transgressions yet or is that something you plan on doing later."
"No, my sweets; we've not yet administered his punishment yet. Perhaps when we're done with this part, we might begin. We'll just have to wait and see" , dad said submissively.
"Well I can't stand around forever", she replied. "I should be getting back down to the house so I can see how everything is coming along. I know that the slaves have been working themselves silly, cleaning and doing a bit of painting and I need to make sure they haven't messed anything up. You know that unsupervised slaves always seem to take certain `liberties' and I'm sure that these hick slaves are no different."
"What ever you feel you need to do dear", dad said, trying to make his voice
sound cheerful.
Mom and dad stood there, talking amongst just the two of them, for quite some
time; and while all that was going on, my brain and thought process reverted
back to just a few short days ago, when I had my `little' talk with Doc. I couldn't help remembering all of the things that I opened up to him about. If
what I said were my true feelings, then why would I NOT want any of this to be taking place. After all, I was the man who admitted to him about my personal feelings on submission. Maybe, just maybe, my words and thoughts had been transmitted to my parents. Maybe, just maybe, John Henry had said something to one or both of them.
Or maybe, I had said something at one of my more heightened states. I would never know the answer to that, but I did know, I do know, that what my body is feeling now is great. I rapidly became overly sensitive to just about everything around and on my body. Even the slightest bit of air movement seemed sexual, if not sensual.
My hands were slowly and methodically taken down from the chains which had been holding them up and away from my torso. I stupidly tried to straighten my fingers, but the mitts were held against them firmly, if not tightly. I watched John Henry as he carefully laid each hand and arm alongside of my body; and it was only then that indeed I finally saw that he was now wearing small nipple rings; which appeared to be even smaller than the first pair that I wore. I could only image that his Prince Albert ring had been reduced in size as well. At least, if that were the case, it would be much easier for someone to suck the slave's cock without fear of chipping a tooth.
John Henry's smile was more than just a smile. Every time we made eye contact, I could detect a feeling of warmth and understanding. There wasn't his normal sullen, sulky smile; but one that almost showed a delight and a certain degree of confidence. I wondered if he knew something that I didn't.
"I need to give my baby a kiss before I go", exclaimed mom; as she made her way up to my head. "You know Kevin, if I were you, I might be thinking about my sister. Today is her second day of having her throat filled with a rubber penis and from what her trainers told me just a while ago; she's doing just fine. I'm not exactly sure how long your father and Mr. Latimore are going to keep your throat full, but just relax and try to at least enjoy this part of your experience."
Mom massaged my throat gently, as she kissed my face and stroked my smooth head; and then she was gone.
Mr. Alderton was quick not to let time pass by without being productive. He adjusted the chains which were fixed on my ankle cuffs so that my feet were almost as far back as my head. I was thankful for the position change; as it gave another muscle group a chance to stretch, while one was at rest.
There was a cold, wet feeling flooding over my cock head and I believed that I had gotten a whiff of alcohol or some other form of antiseptic solution. It felt nice, and some what refreshing, as it dribbled down passed my nuts and into my butt crack. The only logical explanation for this was that my punishment was coming and it was to involve my cock and perhaps my balls. It was nearly impossible for me to distinguish between the euphoric sexual arousal and the pending pain to my crotch. I was loving every second of it.
John Henry came up and began playing with my right ear, smiling as he always seemed to be doing. I could feel my cock strain to fill itself with more blood, as my balls vainly tried to withdrawn up inside of me. It was so bad, in a good way that my dick would actually bounce off of my abdomen each time I shivered with delight. It didn't hurt that John Henry was now nibbling my ear and darting his tongue in and out of it; because it all just seemed to fall in to place with the rest of my emotions. I wanted to fuck him right then and there, in front of everybody, including my parents if they just happened to be around. I needed to drill his ass like a plow through a snow bank. I needed him to scream, not in pain, but in indescribable pleasure. I wanted him to know what it felt like to have a real man, a free man, fuck him. I wanted him to understand his role in life; being nothing more than a slave to free men and to obey at every beck and call.
Dad stood, now, on the opposite side of me; adjusting, and twinking, my new nipple rings. Even though the new rings were still tender to my flesh, it all felt so normal and proper. What the heck did I care anymore, if my family saw me like this? Why not just let them all know that I'm more than just a gay man, but that I enjoy being submissive? What harm could it do? Let's face it...
I like the way I'm feeling right now.
I started to raise my arms, but both dad and John Henry quickly kept them in
check. I had only wanted to encompass John Henry's lithe body, but it apparently wasn't to be.
Even with the rubber dick in my mouth, John Henry managed to kiss my lips; both upper and lower. His lips were warm and moist, as if he'd been eagerly wanting, desiring and needing to feel my flesh against his. The kisses were soft and passionate; unlike those that I'd once given to some girl I had once or twice dated.
"Soon, Master Kevin, this day will end", whispered John Henry.
Still kissing me, John Henry slowly raised my head up off of the table, as I began to feel something begin to slide onto my head from behind. Soon the kissing was complete, as my father continued to amuse himself with my nakedness; and I could sense the tightness of fabric begin to slowly come forward towards my face.
Moments later, my world was in total darkness. There was some pulling and tugging that followed, as apparently Mr. Alderton, from behind, was adjusting what I discovered was his new leather slave hood. I could easily tell that he'd
taken hold of my right ear ring as he tugged on it and adjusted the hood so that my ear was outside of the confinement area. He quickly adjust the hood, exposing my left ear and then he began adjusting the front of it to expose my mouth, which left only what must have been a decent sized slit, in the hood, just under my nose. I had no trouble breathing, but I'd be foolish to say that all of this hadn't had an effect on my emotions or on my heightened sexual
urges.
I began remembering the last time I'd been blindfolded, but this seemed more than just a temporary thing; as I began to sweat and tremble. Now, my limbs and my head were held in limbo, for who knows what reason or worldly purpose.
"Breathe nice and slow, big deep ones and you'll be just fine", John Henry lovingly whispered into my ear, just before kissing it one final time. "It's almost over for today. You'll rest easy, soon. I'll make sure you're taken care of, just like my father took care of me."
I didn't like the sound of that, not one bit. I already had learned just how the slave's father had abused him, tormented him and tortured him. I was not going to have any part or parts of that sort of thing. I once again tried to raise my arms, but quickly discovered that they'd been tied to the table. I tried to puke the rubber dick from my mouth, but that too failed. I growled and made animal like sounds, but that didn't seem to have any effect on the three men standing close to me.
"Easy Kevin, everything is going to be just fine", dad said in his normal tone. "This is the last of it, including your punishment, so try and be a man about the whole thing. In a few minutes it will all be over with and we'll get you back down to the house."
"The best part of my day is about to begin", exclaimed Mr. Alderton. " Master Kevin, it is truly a privilege and a pleasure to perform the last of your decorations. I know you'll thank me when it's all over with".
As Mr. Alderton finished adjusting my hood, tucking it underneath my collar, dad said, "I best be getting down to the house. I wouldn't want Mrs. Latimore driving everybody insane or spending all of my money. I'll send someone up with the cart so you all can have a ride back, instead of walking."
"Very well Sir", responded Alderton and the slave in unison.
I felt a soft kiss on each of my nuts, before the place went silent for a minute. I wondered if my father hadn't bid me farewell, in some incestuous way.
"Good, now I have room to work without having the boss and his wife around, watching everything", Mr. Alderton said, sounding relieved.
"Watch and learn slave. You're going to get a good education", he added with a sinister laugh at the end.
"Yes Sir", John Henry promptly replied.
"Get that bottle there and pour some over the boy's ears. I wouldn't want them to get infected", Mr. Alderton asked of John Henry.
"We also need to consider the boy's piss slit size also. If he's to wear a ring plus a catheter, the slit will have to be expanded first. Bring me that small leather case."
I felt the liquid, as before; and it smelled the same too. I could only imagine that Mr. Alderton was going to make the holes in my ears even larger. I tried to understand the need for another catheter but what was more alarming was the idea that Mr. Alderton was going to ring my cock, like a common slave.
To Be Continued...