This story is (C)Copyright 2007, by TM. All World Wide Rights Reserved. This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without prior written permission.
A Lesson In Time, Chapter 43
My head ached, as I apparently began to wake up from what was a rather long night's sleep. It reminded me of the one time that my brother and I had gone out on a quest to drink the town dry; when he'd come home on one of his vacation breaks.
Yet, the inner peace that I was feeling, which my brain was fueling, brought to mind the great night I'd spent with dad and Jordan. I was now finally attuned, with out having doubt, that the act between dad and myself last night was not only a good and natural thing for us to have done; but it assured me of my dad's love for me and my siblings.
The air flowing over my body reminded me of the air that had rushed over my chest last night, as both males hovered over me, breathing rapidly with expectations of good things to come. I could feel the hard, cold steel of my gargantuan nipple rings, as they lay dormant on my chest. It brought back the images of the countless slaves I'd seen over my life, living a decent and respectable life in servitude. Free men would never display such decorations which, in a good way, were reserved for male slaves all across the land.
Jordan's flavorful remnants had remained in my mouth, as I remembered hearing him gasp, and moan in ecstasy as he unloaded a huge amount of his slave sperm deep within my mouth. Of all the sperm I'd consumed over the last week, Jordan's was by far the one that would remain a blessing; along with that of 616 back at Windy Hills.
I could still smell the manliness that flowed freely on and about me from last night. The odor of my slave's crotch, hairless, pressing itself firmly against my mouth; combined with the sweet fragrance of dad's perspiration dripping down from above, all made me feel as if I was being bathed in some type of aphrodisiac.
The only difference between then and now was, where in the hell was I? I don' t remember feeling so `free'. I soon came to realize that I wasn't laying in my bed.
My hands had been pulled away from my body, and somehow secured above and out from my head and chest. I could almost feel something new and special about the way my arms and hands were now positioned. It was almost like I was laying there with open arms; just waiting to greet a long lost friend.
Legs, my legs, were likewise bound up and away from my body. I could tell that the huge plug was still being used on my ass; although now, for some reason, it almost felt `natural' for me to be plugged in this fashion. The wisp of the tail was also detectable; denoting, I guess, my temporary status as something less than a human male.
I continued to feel so at ease, that it was frightening. Had this been last week or any other week, I would have been rampant with rage and disgust. However, I was feeling rather good, albeit for having a splitting headache.
With my legs fastened in this manner, it too felt like I was lying there openly; expecting someone or some thing to appreciate my efforts to bring happiness to my family and friends.
I half heartedly tried to wiggle my feet and especially my toes; only to find that someone had some how, at some earlier time, covered my feet with a soft textured material. It was sorta comforting to know that dad and his employees were taking such good care of me.
As I thought that I'd heard voices in a distance, I also came to realize that the vinyl tube that had been attached to my very own catheter was laying up and across my lower abdomen. I could actually feel the warmth radiating through the tubing and onto the surface of my skin as the urine flowed freely from within.
My Prince Albert was still in place as well. It gave me a certain degree of solstice just knowing that I'd freely volunteered to have it put in my very own cock. It appeared that this was the high point of my adventures so far, along with all of my other pretty rings.
The voices in the hall continued to `appear' to get louder; perhaps moving closer in my direction.
I knew, deep down, that had not Mr. Alderton and dad given me the drugs; that I'd most likely not been able to cope with any of the things that I had endured over the last two days, especially that trip to town and to be naked in a court of law.
I sorta felt that even dad knew, that somewhere hidden inside myself was the little youthful teenager trying to escape the stereotype of the gay kid on the block. Even with most states, cities and towns accepting slavery and the sheer beauty of a naked human figure; there was still that one little something about being gay that remained in the minds of citizens world over. Now, however, I am free to explore all of my repressed emotions, feelings, thoughts, and deeds... thanks to my family.
With the voices getting louder and louder, my head still throbbing and my throat dry and sore; there came a soft and calming hand laying itself between my two, ringed, nipples.
"Master Kevin is awake and desiring something to eat?" came the all to familiar of voice of my personal slave, Jordan.
Somewhat startled I replied, "Oh yes slave, yes indeed. But I'd like an aspirin or something to get rid of my headache too."
"Master Kevin's father said this morning before he left for the `big city' that Master Kevin's head would feel perfectly normal just as soon as Master Kevin ate something healthy for breakfast."
"My daddy has already gone back home?" I asked with a degree of unabashed sadness.
"Yes, Master Kevin. Your daddy left just before six this morning. It's almost noon time Master Kevin. You've been sleeping like a baby and your daddy, Master Latimore, said he didn't dare wake you up just to say good-bye."
"Noon!" I blurted out without even thinking that others might have heard my burst of immaturity. "Fuck it ... help me up and get me something to eat boy!"
"Master, Sir, your dad said for me to help you eat. He said he thought it best to let you rest in your sling until Master Zeb and you have had a cordial greeting", Jordan said with a tiny bit of remorse, for having to denounce my request to get up.
I remained quiet, not wanting to upset Jordan anymore than he might already be. Sure, I'm his Master, but I'm thinking that if I remain in control of myself, like I normally do, then Jordan won't think of me as being a harsh master. I could have very easily commanded him, by overriding dad's request, but what good would come of it in the end; besides... mom and dad had reminded me over and over, that I should always be nice to everyone, especially the male human being. They never said that I was defer my manners if I was addressing a slave. I just want my folks to see me for what I am and what I have to offer the company. Afterall, this whole thing is a company, here, or... back in the city.
The next thing I know, Jordan is spooning a delightful blend of sliced banana, strawberry and pineapple into my mouth. The flavor was bursting through each tiny morsel. It was the first solid food I'd eaten in just about two days and I wanted to savor the moment; as who only knows just how long it might be before I'm once again able to sit at a dining table and eat like I'm accustomed to.
I sipped fresh squeezed orange juice through a straw; which helped to ease the soreness in my throat. While I sipped, Jordan used his free hand to massage my helplessly bound testicles; which, I might add, that I hadn't noticed until now.
How quickly I noticed that my headache was indeed fading fast. The more I ate, the more the headache disappeared. I guess my dad knows what to do to rid one's self of a drug induced head pain. I even began to feel more, how should I say, restrained and vulnerable.
After finishing what Jordan had prepared for me, he aptly set to giving my exposed flesh an old fashion `bed bath' of sorts. The tepid water felt glorious, and Jordan's attention to my needs didn't go unnoticed.
Even with my butt plugged like it was, Jordan managed to carefully wash around and just beneath the base of the plug; which as we boys all know, has a way of `exciting' one's extremities. My cock began to respond, but only to a certain degree. Even with the heavy, grotesque dick ring and the catheter my manly staff began to agree with what Jordan was accomplishing with my naked body.
The voices were now, seemingly, very close to me as I turned my attention from Jordan's ministrations to the voices; one of which I knew belonged to Mr. Alderton.
"Well, Judge with this one exception you've seen the whole estate and I want to once again thank you for taking your valuable time to assist us today. With your presence and by you signing all of the paperwork, our indentured slave count has dropped significantly to a more manageable level, all things considered. I'm sure, you won't have a thing to worry about; as I know that all those being transferred will be well taken care of, the men who run the Austin Texas Processing Center are some of the countries best. They know what a man needs and how to give it to him." Mr. Alderton said, with making himself sound like `the expert'.
"Indeed", replied the Judge. "Thinning you all down to less than a hundred will give you guys a great deal of breathing room so you can get this place turned around more to your liking and I'm sure it will be most profitable if everything you all plan to do becomes a reality.
"Yes, I whole heartedly agree Judge. We plan on emphasizing to all the slaves here that a good day's work never hurt anybody and I'm sure that once we start getting in the cattle that the slaves will take to tending to them quite well and in return the estate will make a tidy profit at market. We have a very extensive network whereby we all just about know what anybody around the globe is looking for and we plan on supplying and filling that need." Alderton said with just a twink of change in his voice.
"So this looks like the room in some of those vulgar videos I saw in court yesterday?"
"Yes Judge, this is the same room exactly as you saw it in your courtroom", responded Mr. Alderton.
"This slave looks like the same poor thing that you had on display for my court yesterday", puzzled the Judge.
Once again Mr. Alderton answered the Judge, as soft, non-calloused hands ran across my chest directly below my nipple rings. Then, what I should have known would happen, happened. One of the hands began to gently squeeze my dick, while the other hand began to squeeze my bound testicles. The pleasure, mixed with mild discomfort, caused me to softly moan; which apparently was just enough to bring chuckles and comments from Mr. Alderton and the Judge.
Then I heard the Judge saying something about a special circumstance' " Interstate Transfer", which he'd been asked to judicially approve; by signing some kind of Federal form. The first thing that came to my mind was that this all had something to do with me, but I wasn't a slave; therefore it mustn't me who he was talking about. Another minute passed and the transfer' became more clear to me and that sure did make me feel a hundred percent better.
Apparently, some young master' had been found guilty of gross negligence, brutality and malfeasance in the duty that becomes a master'. The master mustn't be much older than I am; so I'm wondering just what in the heck he did that got him arrested and found guilty. I'm sure that whatever it was, just had to be awful. The weirdest part of the deal was that this particular " former" master was from a big city on the east coast and that somebody was ` bound and determined' to have his ass sent out here to Willow Knolls.
More questions and answers flowed while the two men meandered around the room; Mr. Alderton explaining many of the designs and benefits to most everything that the Judge had seen. At least I was no longer the object of the Judge's invading hands.
Jordan came back to finish tending to my needs; which really amounted to nothing except for a simple, yet welcomed, massage on both of my thighs and hips.
He felt obligated, since he was assigned to me, to fill me in on the things that he'd seen and heard throughout the morning. Slave transporters had arrived at the crack of dawn and proceeded, in a uniform fashion, to be filled to capacity with slaves; some heading for Texas and some heading for Florida.
"I overheard Mr. Alderton say, `that should leave us with just enough to start over again and get these misfits into workable, leasable condition within 120 days', which I didn't understand much of it" Jordan said with a twinkle of sadness in his voice. "And then the trucks started to arrived filled with building supplies and new plumbing stuff and the big truck came from the farmer's supply store and off loaded a mess of stuff out back in the tool and machinery shed. I guess that Master Zeb will have his hands full, putting all this together like you and your family want it".
"Well, maybe some day you'll see what my dad and brother have planned for here", I said rather quietly with a raspy voice. "If you have to many slaves, you can't control them properly without having a tremendous payroll and then you have the housing, feeding, and clothing of all the slaves to compound the headaches along the way."
"Yes Master Kevin, Sir, thank you for explaining it to me that way Master", Jordan said rather respectfully.
"What's become of the four teenagers?" I asked.
"Master Kevin, the four have remained in the processing center. They still await their processing and their housing arrangements haven't been completed yet" Jordan answered promptly. "Mr. Alderton said something about them boys having to wait until Master Zeb is here and ready to oversee their processing. There was something about Master Zeb wanted to make their processing `extra special' on account of them boys messing with you the way they did."
I kept silent, just trying to think about what all had actually made it onto the video tape. Apparently the tape was rather graphic and sexually explicit, which, knowing my brother; would mean that not only would he probably have gotten himself all worked up stroking his penis, but he'd more than likely assume that the boy's needed a `reminder' as to what had brought them to become indentured.
Moments later I heard the Judge speaking to Mr. Alderton saying, "Before I go, I'd sure like to get my tubes cleaned out by the bitch boy slave"; to which Mr. Alderton replied... "I don't see any reason why you can't".
The order was given and Jordan must have dropped to his knees. The Judge sure does have a rather foul mouth when it comes to speaking to a slave; as just about every other word he spoke was obscene and uncalled for.
I tried to afford my brain time to drift away from what was taking place just a few feet away from me, by revisiting my last three weeks from start to today and then perhaps I would have time to ponder my future in the world.
**
Unbeknownst to Kevin, Master Zeb had arrived hours ago. He was there to see the hundred or so slaves being loaded into the slave transports, as he scanned the meticulous reams of paperwork that his father's employees had compiled on each of them.
All of the slaves had indeed been re-processed' so that each of them had all of the required body piercings, tattoo; and yes, those in need of circumcision were now clipped'.
Master Zeb and his three fellow workers had made cursory inspections of the slave holding barns and had discovered that each barn had a rather opulent overseers' room. There would be no need for the three co-workers to share any space whatsoever.
Shaun and his friends were exhausted, as they'd worked tirelessly through the night to comply with the wishes of Mr. Latimore. Little did any of them know that their lives were going to be turned upside down before the sun would set.
Truck loads of lumber, wire and sundries were constantly arriving and the slaves seemed to relish their task of unloading each huge truck load.
Master Zeb had discovered that nine, of the remaining ninety three slaves, had some degree of experience in the carpentry trade and he quickly had them toiling away with the load of lumber and supplies; which was to be used in remodeling barn number four. Barn four was to be the home to any and all males under the age of twenty-one.
Three slaves had experience in welding and they were set to work in each of the barns constructing two rather ominous cages per building; along with a maze of steel and framing inside the processing center.
The slaves that had previously been used to clear the land down by the creek were now back down there setting fence posts and stringing miles of barbed wire. This particular group had one of Shaun's friends temporarily' acting as their overseer. Come Monday, this particular group of slaves would be set free, as their time served' was more than adequate for the misdemeanor crimes which they'd committed.
Master Zeb had requested his three friends to oversee the cleaning of their respective slave barns. Each barn was now going to be assigned a certain number of slaves, according to their offense, their physical attributes and their sexual orientation and/or their willingness to take a cock down their throat or up their ass.
The four youthful offenders remained tethered by chain in their respective stalls in the processing barn. They were still clothed and had yet to feel the pain of humiliation or the shock of what processing lay ahead.
The one slave that Mr. Alderton and Mr. Latimore had assigned to the kitchen was busy making a menu for the new estate Master and all who would reside within the main house. This particular slave had received a list of the foods, not to prepare and for sure didn't want to upset Master Zeb in the least; as the slave had already heard of what sort of sadistic man that Master Zeb could be... if the need presented itself.
Mr. Latimore hadn't let any grass grow under his feet either. Even on the company jet, heading back east, Mr. Latimore was busy doing anything and everything he needed to do to assure the ultimate success of Willow Knolls. He'd made arrangements for a new doctor to take over where Doc had left off. The doctor he had selected, with a bit of prodding, was young and only one year removed from medical school. The ink on his certification barely had time to dry, when he got the call from Mr. Latimore.
The doctor would assume full control over the office in town, which was now owned by Latimore Holdings L.L.C. The holding company would receive 22 percent off the top of every dollar that was paid for the services of the doctor. However, the doctor, in return, would be the sole practitioner at Willow Knolls and would be able to bank every dollar he billed. The doctor's name was Blake; Blake Alderton M.D to be more precise, the only child of one Mr. Alderton.
Mrs. Latimore had resigned herself to the fact that her neighbor had held out and that Carol Latimore would remain across the street for the summer; acting as the neighbor lady's maid and personal servant. All in all, Mrs. Latimore was rather pleased with the arrangement, but she's the kind of individual that would never, ever admit such a thing. At least she'd be able to keep an eye on her daughter throughout the hot summer and perhaps would even be able to achieve a larger degree of friendship with the neighbor across the street.
The one place that, for now, hadn't been looked at was the horse barn. The pony slave had seen and heard all of the commotion coming from down the knoll and decided it best to just keep to himself for now and to tend to the needs of the horse barn and the horses. Master Zeb and the whole group of overseers had more demanding things to do, instead of visiting the horse barn. They already knew that the pony slave was there, alone, and that perhaps the slave would take it upon himself to keep busy doing what it is that a pony slave normally does.
The pony slave was not about to disappoint Master Zeb or any of the other free men. He worked endlessly, grooming the horses and cleaning the place. It would take a miracle, a big miracle, if the pony slave even got a third of the cleaning done before Master Zeb made his presence known.
Six other slaves toiled away with push mowers and hand tools, making the lawn and all of its' shrubs into a thing of beauty, rather than just simple greenery.
It seemed as if Master Zeb and his men had just about everything under control, which left Master Zeb enough time to sit alongside the pool, sipping a cool and refreshing drink; able to read and digest more printed material left, with instructions, from his father.
The only difference being, that Master Zeb had John Henry on his knees between his own two spread legs; receiving a most memorable blowjob.
The silence surrounding the two male figures was serene and certainly applicable to getting sucked off by a naked slave. Master Zeb was nearly at climax, when he set the paperwork on the table and harshly pulled the young slave's head completely into his wiry pubic bush.
"Fuck it! Damn boy suck me dry you bitch" Master Zeb shouted out; causing the silence to be broken. Copious amounts of sperm bolted out of Zeb's cock and into the damp cavern of John Henry's mouth.
"Thank you Sir", John Henry said quietly as his Master pushed the slave's mouth off of his deflating penis.
"You suck cock very good boy" Master Zeb said without much fanfare or emotion. "You'll do me well just as long as I don't tire of you all to soon. I'm guessing that since you were enslaved that you've had plenty of dick down your throat. I love the way you used your tongue to keep me interested in your sucking ability. Where I come from, the fucking creeps have to be whipped over and over again before they can even get two inches of dick in their mouths without me feeling their teeth. Sadly for them, if they didn't learn after the third attempt I had their teeth pulled out of their head."
John Henry assumed' that Master Zeb's last comment wasn't meant for a response; so he remained kneeling with bowed head. Unfortunately, John Henry assumed' in error.
Master Zeb was quick with his fist, as it landed squarely against the slave' s jaw; sending the slave sideways and backwards in one fluid motion.
"Master, Sir, this slave is sorry for not responding to its Master's words, Master", John Henry quickly said, as he gathered himself from the epoxied pea gravel which made up the pool deck. "Master, thank you for showing me the errors of my ways, Master".
"Let that be a lesson to you boy", Master Zeb said with a great degree of annoyance. "Perhaps such a lesson will filter down to all of the other stupid, fucking ungrateful deadbeat, degenerate asshole slaves around here".
There was a moment of silence before Zeb rebounded with yet another humiliating command. "Get your lazy ass up and remove my shoes and socks and be quick to clean my feet boy".
"Master, yes Master", John Henry replied. John Henry wasn't all that sure anymore if he was or wasn't still in favor with the Latimores'. After all he' d done for Master Kevin's mom and dad, and now treated like a common run of the mill pussy slave was more than John Henry had expected.
Expeditiously, the shoes and socks were removed and John Henry took up a semi-comfortable position and began licking his new Master's feet and toes; and since Master Zeb hadn't showered in over a day, the feet came complete with an odor and there was even fuzzy lint buildup from the socks, in between his Master's toes.
Any thoughts of having an easier time around Willow Knolls were rapidly fading for John Henry.
Master Zeb returned to the pile of papers on the table, all the while enjoying the commanding attention he was getting from one of his new slaves. Master Zeb more than likely had not gotten to any paperwork that spelled out what John Henry had done for any of the Latimore family; but that just may or may not make a difference with Master Zeb in the days ahead.
While John Henry kept cleaning the feet, the back gate opened and three naked, ringed and collared slaves came in to tend the bushes around the pool. All three of them immediately noticed John Henry and all three of them snickered quietly amongst themselves; recalling the countless times that they'd all seen John Henry acting all `high and mighty' just because he was rather young, extremely good looking and because he didn't have as many rings dangling from appendages as the other slaves did.
The slaves took their time, doing a near perfect job on each and every shrub; only slowed by the more than occasional glance towards their new Master and His pussyfied slave. Little did any of them know, but Master Zeb had noticed each and every time that they'd slowed their pace and would soon exact out a fitting punishment for their transgressions.
The kitchen slave came out, carrying a tray which had on it another cool drink for Master Zeb. The slave seemed to be smiling more so now than before and one would wonder if he too found the position that John Henry was currently in to be funny. Just what don't we know about John Henry that the common slave does? What liberties was John Henry given when under the control of Frank and Doc? I suppose we'll never find out, but one can always hope for a glimmer of truth to shine through.
Downstairs, the Judge had been completely drained of his seed, and was stuffing his own cock back behind the silk of his fancy boxer shorts, when Mr. Alderton suggested that the Judge send his current slave out to Willow Knolls for some advanced training.
It was becoming more and more clear to Kevin, that the barter system was still alive and well in the south; when he overheard Mr. Alderton say to the Judge " drop off your slave for a month of weekends and we'll have him sucking your cock just like our little bitch boy here, and if you want him well stretched for fisting, we can see to it that he spends a whole weekend up at the horse barn. That sort of thing always has a way of making a small chute into a large tunnel. In return, I'd just simply ask that you keep us in mind every time you have to decide if a convicted male goes to prison or comes here. I'm sure that Zeb or one of the others will keep your office informed as to how many bunk beds are still available. The more the merrier, so they say. We might even find a young buck to break in just for you to keep tucked away at your own house."
The generous offer struck a cord with the Judge and apparently there was a hand shake on the deal.
The room momentarily feel quiet as the two adults left the basement and went out through the cellar door; not wanting to intrude on anything which might have been going on inside the main house.
"God I hate sucking the cock of that man. Thank goodness he really didn't recognize me from when he sentenced me to this place. He might have taken a more forceful position with me and have me eat out his ass", Jordan said with a certain level of distain in his voice. "I hear tell that his current slave has to lick the Judge's ass after the Judge takes a dump".
Kevin remained silent, still processing everything past, present and future.
A thunderous noise quickly filled the air, which turned out to be John Henry bounding down the stairs two at a time. It sounded as if he was out of breath when he spoke, saying "Jordan, Master Zeb wants you to go up to the horse barn and tell the pony slave that Master Zeb desires a carriage ride right away. Thanks buddy, I owe you one".
Jordan had no time to respond to the request as John Henry was racing back up the stairs heading back to his new Master.
"Sorry Master Kevin, but I guess you heard what John Henry told me what Master Zeb requires of me. I'll take the cellar stairs and it won't take me all that long to pass along the message to the pony slave, Master", Jordan said with a slight, ever so slight degree of remorse; just for having to leave me laying splayed out on the sling like I was, all alone.
Just as fast as he had uttered his comments, Jordan was out the cellar door racing up the hill to the horse barn.
"What the fuck have I gotten myself into", I said aloud. "I sure hope that Zeb gets me out of this sling pretty damn fast. I need to take a dump, not to mention to get all these rings out and have the catheter removed too."
Thankfully, I didn't answer myself; otherwise I might have thought that I was going insane.
"Here Master, he's in here", came the words right out of John Henry's mouth.
"No need to hurry pussy boy, Master Kevin isn't going anywhere any time soon" , came back the response.
It took a second or two, but the voice was all to familiar to me.
Hands, two of them, began to feel the naked, exposed and vulnerable flesh of my body.
To be continued... despite having a tremendous work load and many other things to fill my time.
Comments to Sanibelboys@aol.com