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A Lesson In Time, Chapter Four
We both just seemed to look at one another for a moment before dad began speaking, once more. "Son, you don't understand. Nobody out there knows that you
are my son. They expect to see nothing less, nothing more than a mere simple, well behaved slave boy. They want to see you and feel your penis. I just don 't think that you, or any of us are ready to see something like that. It is one thing for family and such, but you've no idea what it will be like, having to stand there and allow them to inspect you."
I soaked in every syllable and word dad said. "Yes, I think I understand where you are coming from. However, being your intern, I'm here to learn and also to help the company prosper. If I can't do this one thing now, how can I expect myself to learn what I need to know to work here after my internship is over? Certainly, after what I've been through this morning, another few pairs of eyes staring at my penis can't be all that bad. Let's just go in there and get this over with."
Dad walked slowly over to the wall, pressed a button on the intercom and required someone's attention. In less than a minute, a tall man, around 32 years old, came into lunch room. He was dressed as if he was going to church or some nice function. "Yes Sir, How may I be of assistance?"
Dad introduced me to him, a Mr. Willard Alderton, and he seemed rather nice. Dad quickly told him of our situation and in no uncertain terms was he to reveal my true identity. Seems, our Mr. Alderton, is or was a rather highly respected slave trainer for about eight years and had caught the eye of one of dad 's employees; thus his expertise in slave handling and training would certainly become invaluable.
"Kevin you do understand what this means don't you?" Mr. Alderton questioned. "You know that it will have to appear that you are a slave, or at least a soon to be slave in training and that I will have to appear as your handler."
I took a fast look towards my father and answered, "Yes. I'm pretty sure I can handle most of it." That said, dad went back to the intercom, "Margaret, I'll need a free passage from the Executive lunch room down to the second floor presentation room, please. I'll need about ten minutes before I'll need it, so that should give you plenty of time to alert building security and anybody else that needs to assist."
"Ok then it's all taken care of", dad said rather sullenly. "I'll go on down and let our guest know that you'll be down in a few minutes. An extra glass of wine, will keep them entertained until then." Dad turned and walked out of the room, destined to re-join his guests.
"Right now, just follow me back over to my office and we'll get you squared away right quickly Kevin", Mr. Alderton said in a rather polite tone of voice.
The two of us went perhaps four offices down and entered his office. It was rather neat, with everything seemingly in its place. I'm guessing that everybody here has to keep a tidy office, if they expect to work here. It reminds me a lot of home, where everything has a place and a place for everything, mom always used to say to us kids.
"Alright now Kevin, let's start by placing your hands behind your back." Mr.
Alderton said with a smile.
I placed my hands, as he had requested; and then next thing I feel is the cold hardness of steel, as both of my hands are cuffed behind me.
"You'll have to excuse the way I do things. It's just out of habit I suppose ", he said, still in a most dignified way.
The next thing I know, my shorts are being shoved down to my shoes. Mr. Alderton makes little work of removing my shoes, and shorts before he cuts the tee shirt off of my chest.
"I could have removed my shirt first. You didn't have to cut it off", I said in a most rather disappointing tone of voice.
"Once again Master Kevin, it's so hard to resist times like this. I'll get you a fresh one to wear when we're finished and I'll buy you one to replace the one I ruined."
"Okay thanks", I said in a half attempt to accept his apology.
"Now Kevin, when we get near the room where your dad and the others are awaiting your appearance, I'll be taking hold of your ear and leading you into the room, just as if you were a boy who was going to be enslaved later in the day. Just always remember to keep your eyes facing the floor and never speak a single word or utter a solitary sound. I'm positive that no harm will come to you, but you know how important this day is for the company, not to mention your father."
"That's easy enough, thanks", I replied jovially.
"Once in the room, I shall being leading you to a small raised platform, from
which all in attendance can see you. Even those way in the back of the room.
You'll step onto the platform and while keeping your head bowed, you will immediately spread your legs until your two feet are on the two marks which are
clearly displayed. Then you must put your hands behind your head and stay perfectly still, no matter what."
"I can handle all of that. I'd rather be looking down than to be looking at the people in the room anyway. So far so good, so why not let's get going. I
wouldn't want these people to think something is wrong."
Mr. Alderton walked towards the door in silence, and before reaching for the door handle he slowly turned towards me and said. "Kevin, we have a company policy here that states a slave, a naked male, like you are now; can not be allowed to walk freely. I'm sorry but since you are without a slave collar, I' ll have to maintain a grip on your penis as we make our way down there; just in case, the slightest of cases that someone may accidentally see the two of
us."
I looked at him with an open mouth, for but a moment, and then said, "All right all ready, let's just get this over with so I can at least get my shorts on. And, Mr. Alderton Sir, just remember that I'm not a slave, but an employee of this company."
"Yes Sir, sorry Sir for my insolence."
Mr. Alderton slowly reached for my dick as he opened the door and we both proceeded to walk down the empty corridor towards the elevator. Not a soul was in sight, all the doors had been closed, and I at least felt some small level of comfort in that.
In the elevator, Mr. Alderton, let loose of my dick; which was a relief for the both of us, although I knew, deep down, that this man probably enjoyed another man's dick, not to mention another man's body.
Down in the sub-basement, a place in which I'd never before seen, it all started to set in that I was going to be on display, attempting to act as if I had just been enslaved this morning.
Once again, as Mr. Alderton released his hold on my cock, his free hand grabbed my left ear and he began squeezing it rather abusively. It was the first time that I can remember every feeling pain, outside of this mornings little tryst by my sister.
He knocked three times on the door, before opening it. I remembered everything that he'd said to me; and I wasn't about to raise my eyes upon those in the room. It was bad enough feeling embarrassed like this, but it was all for a good reason.
Mr. Alderton was soon pulling my ear upwards, as my two feet came to a stop next to the small platform he'd mentioned.
I stepped onto the platform and immediately saw the two pink feet which had been painted on the wooden pedestal. By the time my feet were in place, I actually felt as if I was squatting. I could see my cock and balls dangle with abandon and I knew that there just had to be many pairs of eyes on them as well.
I quickly placed my hands behind my head, now totally exposed to the world. I could feel the faint cool air, as hit menacingly raced over the hairs in my
armpits. I'd be lying if I didn't admit that there was a certain amount of perspiration beginning to surface.
Mr. Alderton, kept to my right side the entire time and I could see the overhead light, reflecting in the shine of his shoes. My father came up, not greeting me as his son and began to address the gathered people.
"For those of you who desired to see the `boy' that was featured in this mornings demonstration, I present him to you for your inspection. If any of you have a question please feel free to speak right up."
I watched, in dismay, as dad let his right hand slide down the side of my chest, hip and thigh before stepping aside.
Slowly, at first, some of the men came up just to look to see if my dick had suffered any ill effects from the machine. One man actually lifted it all the
way up so that he could see the underside. "A might red, I'd say, but no broken skin at least. This `boys' blood vessels are still engorged with blood, yet he is not erect."
Yes quite true", dad responded. "The machine is designed in such a way to keep a maximum amount of blood flow through a slave's penis. However, this boy' has been milked three times in less than two hours and I'm quite sure that his penis needs a rest before it can erect again. As you witnessed and saw on the reports, this `boys' sperm was all alive and that the amount of seminal fluid which was extracted from his testicles was ample in quantity. A machine such as ours, can extract semen on average of eight times a day from one slave, without lose to the sperm count or the quantity. But then too, I might add, that most slaves who are kept on the slave chow which we produce also have had more than just eight ejaculations in any single twenty four hour period. Good exercise, food and the proper equipment can assure a slave inseminator, of the highest return for his or her investment.
The next pair of hands to touch my cock belonged to a female. She even lifted up my balls as she held my cock in her other hand. "Seems the boy' has already begun to make a good supply of semen", she said rather brashly. " Perhaps we should see if the boy' can produce yet another discharge of slave seed."
"Well, I'd like to think he could too, but it's been less than the required two hours between and the manufacture of the machine blatantly recommends against it." Dad said in his authoritive voice. "All good things happen for a reason. It's, how should I say, "A lesson in time", which we are all governed by unfortunately."
The lady took an even firmer grip on my family jewels as she quickly and abruptly answered dad. "Well I don't have the time to waste, waiting for any ` time limits' imposed by the machinery. FIDO COME !! " she yelled out.
In less time than it took my heart to beat ten times, I saw a man's hand coming towards my cock. Or was it a man's hand? It looked human, large as a man' s but the more I looked at it, it became clear that the hand had be inked to look like a dog's paw; and his fingernails had been honed to look like those belonging to the canine species.
The man/animal took a hold of my cock, allowing the lady to step back; and he instantly began to massage the tender flesh. I winced once or twice but I was acutely aware that any movement, on my part; just might squirrel the whole deal and many deals after that.
I even amazed myself, as my cock became rigid in record time. The man's other hand found its way to my butt and one or two of his fingers slid in between my cheeks to locate my butthole. The sharpness of his nails, scraping over the tender pucker hole was more than I could tolerate.
I could feel and sense that my body was once again preparing to offer my seed to all the eyes who were watching.
The man's hand left my butt, as he cupped it beneath the head of my dick; as I restrained any movement, sending wave after wave of sperm into his hand.
I guess you could say that the normal mental reactions came into play instantly. Thank goodness that I didn't have to see the expressions on everyone's face as my cock spewed tablespoons of cum into the man's hand.
Then, shockingly enough, came a big round of applause, not for me, I wouldn' t think, but for the sheer perverted delight everyone was feeling.
As if I was to know what was to come next? The people began a rolling chant of `eat, eat, eat it'.
The man moved his hand, laden with my sperm up to my mouth. Now, I'm just like any other guy. Sure, when I was younger I smelled my own cum and the same odor filling my nostrils today as it had some nine years ago. I even knew some of my friends even tasted it once or twice, just like when I was a little boy; I tasted the last few drops of my own piss. But to taste the milky substance was one thing I let pass.
It wasn't long before I felt a hand on the back of my head, pushing me forward. My lips touched the cum as more pressure was applied. Between the fear and disgust, I could tell that the room had fallen deathly silent.
With no other obvious option I stuck my tongue out and had my first taste of sperm. I opened my mouth, allowing my tongue to extrude even further and quickly lapped it all off of the man's hand; as the room erupted into applause and vulgar adjectives which I won't repeat.
The one thing that ran through my mind, like a locomotive was that nothing like this, nothing anywhere near this; had ever been openly discussed in any of my college classes. For a brief moment, I found that I was challenging myself, as if I'd made the proper career decision.
Mr. Alderton pulled me away from the man's hand by my hair; whispering into my ear "You have to lick your lips now Sir, as there still remains some on your face."
Embarrassed and humiliated beyond comprehension, I did as Mr. Alderton said. Out of the blue, the man held two of his fingers in front of my face as if offering them to me. "Sir, you have to clean his fingers now. It's best if you only suck one at a time and use your tongue to lick between them all", Mr. Alderton said in his hushed voice into my ear.
I almost puked, thinking that I'd actually volunteered for this assignment. I' m pretty sure that ol Fido was enjoying himself as his finger kept poking, prodding and twisting inside my mouth as I gagged trying to get the fingers cleaned.
It all seemed so different than the few times that I'd had `sex' with some of my friends. I mean, sure we sucked each others cocks, but never dumped a load of cum into our mouths. We knew better with all of the rampant diseases going around that we had to be careful. And when it came time to mess around with another guys butt, the most any of us did was to insert a finger and fool around that way. Gay, yes, experienced in the ways of gay sex, no.
I heard lots of comments aimed at me, but directed to dad as I finished my duties.
It sounded as if dad was coming to my defense the best he could, as was Mr. Alderton.
Those few people, who wanted to inspect my dick, seemed pleased with their findings and soon I could hear them all talking to dad and others. It sure sounded like more than just the five or six in the room, and one ladies voice even sounded vaguely familiar.
Dad had a very successful day. He had managed to sell each of the slave training centers one of his machines. That's fourteen machines, at 2.1 million dollars a machine; with a profit margin of 37.5 percent. So, I suppose the torture I was put through was well worth it for the company and dad too. Now all I wanted to do was jump off the platform and get the heck out of there, but without Mr. Alderton's say so, I had to remain fixed in position.
Time passed slowly, as the final bits and pieces of paperwork were completed and the proper sales agreements signed. Several men came up to Mr. Alderton and asked permission to inspect me. With some reservations, Mr. Alderton permitted them to inspect me.
Their talk was of wanting me to be in their stable' or their personal service. Much talk about how they'd like to witness my initial induction into slavery but thankfully Mr. Alderton said that my induction' was going to be strictly private. Whew... was I happy to hear that. I couldn't begin to tell you how I'd have felt if I had to go through something like that. It wasn't a pleasant experience that much I did learn in school.
With the majority of the guests now exiting the room and the building, I felt much more at ease; and thankfully Mr. Alderton helped me off of the platform.
Once I was able to cast my vision around the room, I was surprised at how many people, employees were still there. Two of dad's secretaries were in attendance, hands full with folders and the like and two nice looking young men wearing some kind of uniform, were tending to the large table in the back of the room that held the remains of snack foods and drinks. One of them even managed to look in my direction, giving me a smile which sort of told me that he might be gay as well.
And of all people in the room... were my mom and dumb sister. I must have instantly turned ten shades of red, the moment my eyes made contact with them.
Dad finished up giving out instructions to his two secretaries and then he came over to me. He said how awful he felt about me having to be masturbated in front of strangers including mom and my sister. Trying to soften my humiliation, he said that he'd put a `little something extra" in my bank account for being so gracious with my time and body.
I looked around and then asked Mr. Alderton the whereabouts of my shorts and
shirt. I was politely told that we had to return to his office, wear my clothes had been left.
I prodded him into taking me back upstairs, and my father agreed that I'd had enough excitement for one day.
Mr. Alderton looked into the hallway, making sure that everyone had gone and then proceeded to take me back upstairs. He seemed rather comfortable with holding my dick again, as we rode the elevator up. I hoped that in time, in a different situation that perhaps I could expose myself to him in such a way that the two of us could become `friends'.
To Be Continued...
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