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A Lesson In Time, Chapter Forty Five
The first few minutes, alone with Zeb, went by in an eerie silence; yet the fact that there wasn't a single sound was rather comforting, although hard to believe.
I didn't even start to think; as I was so happy to just lay in the sling and enjoy being left totally alone. But, as it was, I knew that Zeb was standing somewhere close by; as the fragrance of his cologne wafted into my nose.
Finally, I felt Zeb's hands doing something with the hose leading from my dick to the hollowed dildo. The flow of my piss suddenly stopped dripping into my mouth.
"All of this is really weird Kevin" Zeb said with a sullen tone in his voice. "Gay or not, being the master of this place is a big responsibility and is for sure one that can't be taken lightly. I have my doubts if you will be able to dish it out if you ever had to. You know damn well that slaves, any slave, can and will push your buttons from time to time and you'll have to administer prescribed punishments upon the slave or slaves."
There was a momentary lapse in Zeb's conversation, as I felt him extracting the dildo from my throat. "You see Kevin, even you and your lifestyle have somehow thrown me for a loop. Once mom and dad confirmed that in fact you were gay and had certain `needs' I began to doubt whether or not even I could deal with having you around, assisting in the day to day operations such as we' ve been graciously given."
I began feeling the emptiness in my mouth and throat, as Zeb began to massage my throat; trying to rub some natural feelings back into it. "Zeb, I don' t know what you've heard, read, or witnessed, but all you have to do is talk to me and I'll be honest with you. I know that you must have a ga-zillion questions for me and I want you to feel free to ask me anything... anything at all", I said with some semblance of maturity.
"That's good to hear you say that bro", Zeb quickly replied. "We'll have plenty of time in the months and years ahead to get to the bottom of all my questions and thoughts but now I've got to concentrate on all of the fucked up things that have been taking place around here. I'm not saying that you're fucked up, but there's just so many things that are all together wrong around here, but I'll keep you in the mix for now."
I pondered his words, feeling that he still considered me a fag who likes to be dominated, abused and tortured. Still, if given the opportunity, I'd be more than happy to suck his dick and eat his ass; just because I've always dreamed about doing it ever since I can remember, which has no bearing on the fact that I'm sure that I had been given some sort of drug laced drink from John Henry which has kept me feeling quite relaxed and most pliable to just about any and all suggestive conversations.
Zeb's hands began tugging at the leather mitts that had been covering my hands and feet. The rush of air over them, mixed with my own perspiration made the experience one to remember; that of being `free'.
"What you have to understand Kevin is that I had hoped that the two of us could work together, side by side, and turn this place into the best there is", Zeb said, sounding more like a big brother. "From what mom and dad have told me and from all of their emails to me, it seems that you really do have a strong desire to see what a slave's life is all about. You can't, ya just can' t, just have it both ways, and even flip flop whenever you feel like it."
"We can Zeb", I responded. "I haven't had a lot of time to think about everything like you have; but I'm sure that with your help and guidance that I' ll grasp everything pretty quick. I mean... well, to say that I've now experienced some of what a free man goes through when he is indentured should be of some help in my educational endeavor".
I wasn't' really sure, until Zeb spoke, if he did or didn't understand where I was coming from. It wasn't that I was really trying to get out of the understanding and commitment that I'd made with dad, but if Zeb could only realize that I honestly had our business at heart; he'd see clear enough to work with me and teach me everything he knows. We could also learn much, together, as brothers; not only about our new business but also about each other, which is something that probably was long overdue.
I felt the huge plug being slowly twisted, as Zeb began speaking. "I know from what mom told me, that you and dad made some crazy arrangement a few weeks back and allowed those retards at Windy Hills to extract a bunch of your cum and sell it overseas. I suppose the money you got will come in handy one day. But, if you stop and consider that we could do the same thing here, we'd both make out really well. We could actually bank all of that kind of money from your cum and that would keep us constantly in the black'. I have my own ways of finding that one particular buyer and I'm sure that he'll want more of your seed, for sticking up the twats of his slave girls. It sure would be a nice bankroll for a rainy day'."
The butt plug was slowly extracted from my ass, as Zeb seemed eager to feel the puffy ring of flesh which now encircled my pucker hole. His ministrations only heightened my need for some form of sexual release. It was a warm and heartfelt experience, the second that Zeb decided to ease first one finger, then two fingers up my ass. Before I knew it, Zeb had three fingers inside the darkness which led all the way up to my being. Slowly and with deliberate effort, Zeb found my `sex button' and guided his fingers over and around it; causing me to fall into nothing less than sexual frustrations due to the lack of being able to have my own orgasm.
"I suppose that you have enjoyed what Mr. Alderton and others have done with you so far", Zeb inquired, just short of it being in the form of a question. I'm just wondering if you're ready to leave this all behind you and become a partner in the business or if you're still needing and wanting someone like myself to take control and command of your whole life. You've already seen and felt what it's like to have most all of your life controlled by someone else, but I'm feeling that you still want to continue with this so-called educational experience. Not that I'm ragging on you Kevin, it's just that we both have to be honest with each other if this whole thing is going to work."
Zeb's fingers began their slow reversal and one by one they exited my ass. Zeb was even kind enough and considerate of my needs to offer his grease and slim coated fingers to my mouth and tongue for a good cleaning.
Even while I sucked and licked his fingers clean, my asshole felt abandoned; just from not having the plug put back into place. I hoped that Zeb would at least put something up inside of me. The emptiness of my hole left a void in my soul; as feeling impaled was quickly becoming something I yearned for on a constant basis.
Zeb removed his fingers from my mouth, just as slowly and deliberately as he' d done when toying with my ass. I don't know which was better, tasting my own ass juices, or administering a suck job to Zeb's fingers; much like it was a penis.
"Kevin, I have to be honest once again and tell you that, over the last few years having worked with so many men, it is quite a change for me when I'm out on a date with my girlfriend. I'm sure that she knows what my job responsibilities were. She'd have to be some sort of stupid bitch, not to. I'd be lying to you if I didn't say that there are some things I enjoy about being who I am; and there are some things that make me wonder if I could ever put all of this out of my own mind. What I mean is... I like what I've been doing. I enjoy working with slaves and indentured males but, at times I think that my lady gets the short straw when it comes to receiving affection from me. It's not like I don't enjoy burying my cock into her snatch, because I love it. Standing here, looking at you... or should I say ... looking at a naked, hairless and nicely ringed slave gets me turned on in a `special' way. If this was back north at my old job, I'd probably be doing some pretty nasty and painful things with this body, just because I could and because I was expected to train certain boys and men on how to be a proper personal servant or sex toy."
My thought process began to churn like a wind swept ocean. I couldn't barely believe what Zeb had just said. Zeb, in no way could ever find himself sexually attracted to a man, let alone find pleasure and happiness in causing pain to a slave. He was never like this before and I was finding it hard to envision that he'd changed so much.
The sudden change in voices told me that somebody else had arrived. "Zeb, you want to `shit can' those three worthless overseers that worked with Shaun or do you want Mr. Alderton to take care of it?"
Zeb calmly answered "Well, as much as I'd love to be the one to fire their fucking asses, I'm right in the middle of something right now; so ask Mr. Alderton if he'd mind doing it for me. Oh, and, make sure those three fuck heads leave here with only their clothes and nothing else. I'm not so sure that we can trust them to leave on their own, so you and the guys stay with them until they're well down the highway. Make sure they know that we aren't going to be driving them into town. Let the lazy shits walk or thumb a ride."
"Cool! Great thinking Zeb", came a spontaneous response.
For a split second there was silence and then my brother continued right where he had left off. "Damn, if it isn't one thing, it's another around here. But, I sorta knew things like this would happen. Now then bro, where were we?"
I kept quiet, knowing that Zeb didn't expect a reply, just like before.
"These rings you're wearing; I suppose that you haven't really had much time to tell if you like them or not. I gotta say though, that your penis ring is the biggest fucking ring I've seen on a slave or even a free man. Your tit rings look good on you too. It kinda makes your tiny nipples look more, ah, how would ya say... more prominent and inviting. If you keep them in long enough, your nipples won't ever go back to being small like they were in the beginning."
I felt Zeb's hand move down my abdomen and take hold of my Prince Albert and give it a short, easy tug. "You gotta understand, by now, that with your piss plumbing plugged here, that if I wanted to I could keep you from pissing for a long time. That's what we call, `total control'. Keep in mind, Kevin, that an overseer or a Master has total control over his charges, not just whenever he feels like exerting his authority. A good master keeps his slaves in his mind all the time. A good master never assumes that his slaves can or would fend for themselves. A good master must see to every slave's complete life, even to when and when not to piss, shit and eat."
Zeb's words seemed to have made a lot of sense to me. Just being a master, in order to say `I'm a slave owner' just won't cut it. I'm going to really have to understand every single need of a slave. Thank goodness that as a master I don't have to worry myself about a slave's wants or desires. Such things just don't exist in a slave's world.
"I'm thinking of having you help me out tomorrow up in the processing barn with those four delinquent cum suckers. I think you'd probably like it if you were able to start helping out around here. Having them wait an extra day, will most likely get them pissing and shitting in their jeans by tomorrow. I want them to be nothing more than a bundle of nerves by the time they start their processing. I'm hoping that with you doing some of the work, they will begin to see that their lives will be changed forever and a day. I just want them shitting in their shorts before we strip them naked."
Zeb began laughing, apparently thinking about the four teens and their soon to be downward spiral in to slavery. I'm sure he didn't mean, literally, that the boys would actually be shitting in their jeans, or maybe... did he. Either way the boys will have plenty of time to devote to thinking about their future.
Once again, Zeb began fingering the ring of swollen flesh that was surrounding my ass hole. Moments later, he began his slow and deliberate assault on my rosebud. It was easy to feel him gingerly begin to expand the ring of muscle just inside my ass, in order to accommodate his fingers even better. He was mostly quiet throughout the entire process, not one derogatory or negative word did he utter. I could actually feel his breath on my naked flesh, as he seemed intent on inserting more than just three fingers. The pressure which seemed unsurpassable stayed with me for quite some time as he worked finger number four and his thumb inside. The only real, meaningful words he spoke were, " Now, inhale... now exhale".
When he said `exhale', is when I felt the largest presence of his hand at my ass; but it didn't last to long as my ass seemed to suck his hand right inside my bowels. Not really knowing what I was, or should have, been feeling; I can only say that it felt good, even when Zeb began twisting his entire hand and wrist around in half circles. It was obvious that Zeb wasn't a rookie when it came to such things. The twisting and turning was soon combined with a small amount of that same kind of initial pressure. Before I could get my brain to visualize what I was feeling, Zeb said, "there ya go boy, half of my forearm is buried up your love hole. If I had more time I'd get ya to feel my elbow and more."
My breathing was `labored' at best, but I was quick to get it under control just as soon as Zeb stopped feeding me anymore of his arm.
"Feel good, boy?" he said/asked. "You want your master to feed you more of what ya got up your slave ass? Or just maybe you want to show your master just how much you desire to thank him for being so good and kind to you".
As the forearm continued turning like the cog on an eight day clock, I began to moan; being filled with a great degree of sexual awareness and not really wanting it to cease.
But, all good things must come to a close sooner or later, and I suppose it was the sooner' more than the later' that caused Zeb to twist his forearm and hand backwards; making a distinguishable swoosh as his hand sucked the air right out of my ass.
"You and I are going to be doing this exercise a lot in the days and weeks ahead, boy", Zeb said with a rather exhausted voice.
It was easy to hear Zeb running the water in the open bathroom, washing his hand and arm; as I continued to lay there, feeling empty and sexually frustrated. I needed that release that all guys need and it was becoming apparent that Zeb wasn't ready to afford me the chance to spew my seed.
As Zeb returned, he began flicking my two grossly over sized ear rings, as he said "nice rings here too, little man. I'm sure that if this was any other man, boy or slave I'd have good use of them for many years to come."
Just as soon as he completed that particular thought, he instantly went on to another. His mind must have been going ten times faster than mine. "I suppose you know by now that Carol is coming out here, just yet. Mom decided to keep her in her own little `program' for the summer. I guess the lady across the street is paying dearly to have a young sweet thing like Carol tending to the house and cooking, and probably a lot more... if ya know what I mean".
I thought for a moment about my sister, Carol, but since we'd been at odds for the last five or six years, I suppose I didn't have much, if any, sympathy for the situation that she forced mom to put her in. Maybe, just maybe, she' ll learn a valuable lesson from all of this and by the time I see her, she'll be an entirely new and different person; at least I could hope, couldn't I.
I could hear the heavy marching' of footsteps from the floor above. It sounded as if several people were moving rather smartly' about the space directly overhead. Maybe they were moving something heavy or maybe even whoever they were, were simply playing some sort of game.
Zeb began to unlace the leather laces which had been holding my hood in place. I instantly noted how the leather seemed to have a mind of its' own and begin to loosen from my cheeks and naked head.
"Tomorrow is going to be a crazy fucking day around here for sure. I just remembered that mom said that your little friend Tyler would be here tomorrow. Shit, I guess I'll have to pair him up with somebody who can show him the ropes, from the ground up. You don't suppose he's gay too, do you? I sure as hell hope not. Did you and this Tyler boy have something going? I mean, let's be real here Kevin. If you two are in some kind of love thing, I don't want to be responsible for messing it up. You know what I'm saying, don't you? I mean, well if the two of you are an `item' and he discovers that you have been messing around with other cock lately, he'd be a might upset don't you think?" Zeb blurted that out in rapid fire style, not even giving me a chance to respond; but I finally got my two cents worth in, just before he started in again.
"No Zeb", I said; trying to speak properly over the soreness in my throat. " Tyler and I never did anything together. It's not what you think. I hardly know the dude, except for seeing him outside in his yard or at school during phys. ed. class. He's just a neighborhood friend, that's all."
I'm not so sure Zeb believed me, and probably if I were him; I'd not believe me either, or at least entirely. At least I didn't lie to him. I wasn't asked about if I had any feelings towards wanting to suck Tyler off or having Tyler fuck me; which any red blooded gay man would drool just to see Tyler's naked body like I did when we showered after gym class.
Zeb said nothing, as he eased the leather hood from my face. My eyes blinked in rapid succession trying to adjust to the bright overhead lights.
I managed to roll my eyes back, just enough to see Zeb standing right behind me. His bright blue eyes and auburn hair seemed to glitter in the artificial light. His dazzling smile was just how I remembered it. Zeb was obsessed with having the brightest and whitest teeth possible.
As if on some kind of robotics program, Zeb simply began to plane the perspiration from my scalp, in silence; as his eyes seemed to roam from my head down to my toes. I began to think he was in some kind of trance.
"Your looks sure have changed since the last time I saw you boy", Zeb said rather demonically. "To bad that they used the long lasting cream all over your body. I guess you'll be staying baby butt smooth for many months; but I don 't mind looking at you this way. It sorta reminds me of all the naked sex boys we had to train. You know the kind, I'm talking about; the boys that had that `special' love of cock, cum and piss."
I could only listen to Zeb, as his words seemed to keep me in a trance. "Let me help get you out of the sling. You'd like that wouldn't you boy?" Zeb said, still sounding like he had the devil in him.
It felt good being out of the sling, although my legs felt a bit like rubber for the first minute. Blood rushed to my head and made me a tad light headed. My fingers and toes tingled from the sudden onslaught of blood coursing to the ends of all my digits. But at last, I was free' from the bonds of humiliation and could only hope that my freedom' would be long lasting.
Zeb looked even better standing right in front of me, in his non-descript clothes. He never was one for the A&F, or AE look, but no matter what he wore, he always seemed to peak my imagination.
Another thunderous sound, of booted feet coming down the stairs, interrupted Zeb's thought process; as the nicely dressed man said to him, "Zeb, the public punishment frame is finally completed. It sure looks good and mean. Wished we had one like that back north. I suppose this slave is going to be the first one to be hung up and whipped?"
"No, nothing like that Mark. I want you to go upstairs to the slave pantry and take those two slaves there and get them all strung up for our first public whipping. I'll be up there in awhile, but just let them slaves hang there for a while, it'll do them both some good. Let's see if they fuck with my brother again, after their hides are marked nice and pretty".
"Your brother, HOLY SHIT!" hollered the man named Mark. "You saying that this manly hunk of male fresh here is your own brother?"
"Sadly, yes", Zeb answered. "I'm still working to get to the bottom of why Kevin is dressed like this but for now... it's hands off to every single cock in the place. I'll be the one who decides what we're going to have to do with Kevin, so just do like I said, and don't forget to pass the word along to the others."
`Okay, sure thing", the man said; staring at my naked body as if it were some kind of early Christmas present or something. I could detect the slight tenting in his cotton shorts, as his eyes kept going from head to toe.
"Did Mr. Alderton get the three men on the road? I hope he didn't have any trouble with them", Zeb pondered the question back to the man.
"No Sir, not a single problem. We all helped get their shit stuffed into some trash bags, and last I saw of them their were hitching a ride back to town. Shaun seemed to take it the worst of them, as I think he didn't even see it coming, getting his three friends fired on our first day here", the man half heartedly laughed.
"Well, that's just for openers. If Shaun doesn't step up to the plate himself... he'll find out how hard it is to hitch a ride to town, himself", Zeb replied. "Now get going and get those boys hitched up all nice and pretty like so everybody can see them all nice and clearly. I'm sure having them hang for awhile will enlighten the spirits of all of our other slaves around this place."
The man acknowledged Zeb's words and raced back up the stairs.
Zeb turned his attention towards me, by putting both of his hands on my shoulders and applied the slightest bit of pressure.
My hands, glided down the sides of his chest, feeling the soft fabric of his cotton shirt and the supple leather of his wide, black belt.
The floor didn't even feel hard or cold on my knees, as my eyes gazed up and looked into Zeb's own eyes; I knew what Zeb was expecting to happen next.
To Be Continued...