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A Lesson In Time, Chapter 46
"I'd like you to take my free man's cock out and show me just what you know" , Zeb said softly, as he held on to the tops of both my ears.
My brain didn't believe what it was hearing. For years I've dreamed about having Zeb's cock in my mouth and now the opportunity was only six inches from my lips. I began to raise my hands so that I could slide the zipper down, and just when I thought I was going to finally get to fulfill my wildest dream; Zeb used one of his hands to smack me hard atop my fleshy head.
"Not that way you dumb shit", Zeb yelled down to me. "A properly trained pleasure slave `always' uses his mouth to disrobe his Master".
Stunned and mortified, I suddenly came to realize that Zeb was `acting' like a Master and not my beloved brother. I didn't say a word, for fear of aggravating matters. I leaned forward and located the zipper tab and began to pull it down, with my front teeth. The feeling of the metal making contact with my teeth, as I gently pulled, sent an endless wave of vibrations through my teeth and jaw bones. It was somewhat erotic, just thinking about what I was doing. I couldn't wait until I would repeat this very same experience with my own slave, one day soon. Never one to shy away from adversity, I got the zipper completely down and my eyes quickly noticed that Zeb wasn't wearing any underwear. I could see the most eloquent auburn hair which comprises his pubic growth.
The closer my face got in towards his crotch, the more my senses went well beyond `overload'. The scent emitting from his open zipper was almost more than I could take. It was intoxicating. The fine, and full masculine pubic hairs nearly tickled my nose as my lips were working to extract Zeb's dick from the hidden, often forbidden, area of most men's clothing.
"You'll soon learn bro that as a Master, one must always be in total control. There is not one instance that I know of where a slave is in control of his Master. Unlike what you did at Windy Hills Slave Farm, with that cute looking slave; a true Master would never allow having himself put in such a predicament. You never ask a slave for `his' advice. A Master, if in doubt, and can't consort with another free man, must simply rely upon his best judgments in each and every situation."
Zeb's cock was now in my mouth, just passed my lips and laying flaccid on my tongue. I wanted to suck his cock so bad, but I also wanting to focus on what he was saying, as well. The least I could hope for was that the cock would start to erect even before I began to suck it.
Zeb continued his oration, saying, "What I'm seeing Kevin is that you need to learn not just what it's like to be enslaved' but you need to learn just exactly what a slave's life consists of. I don't feel that just because you've seen' what a slave goes through is suitable for you desire to become an overseer and a Master. Slaves of all sorts will be well trained here. Some as ponies, some as dray slaves, some as common field workers, others as household servants and lastly as what the industry calls "Personal" slaves. You and I both know that Personal slaves are no more or less, than a man's valet and sex slave."
Zeb's cock still remained soft and so I decided that perhaps he was waiting for me to begin my ministrations. I slowly pulled my head back, just to be sure that my tongue could easily lavish a healthy dose of worship to the piss slit and sensitive underside. Once again, my negligence, in being properly trained, resulted in another slap atop my head; followed by more directive comments from Zeb.
"Once again, I see that you don't understand a Master's needs. Who the fuck told you to start tonguing my cock. What ever gave you the idea that I'd want my own flesh and blood to suck my dick. Let me put it to you in a way that you'll simply have to understand".
Thankfully, I knew better than to release my hold of Zeb's cock. I tried, hard, to understand his words and the reason for his dissatisfaction with what I thought was the proper thing to do.
Zeb's hands moved from my ears to the back of my head, keeping it firmly in place; while I began to feel and taste the initial onslaught of piss. Not in a million years would I have expected Zeb to humiliate me in such a way.
I swallowed as fast as humanly possible. Lord only knows what would have happened if I had let any piss escape the confines of my mouth. The taste was as you'd have expected and Zeb had apparently needed to pee for some time. I thought the flow would never have stopped.
"Good boy, now just keep my dick in that sweet mouth of yours until I tell you otherwise", Zeb quietly commanded. "But, the one thing that you've failed to do is to keep both of your hands behind your head at all times. A good slave always shows his Master the total submission due the Master by such a posture."
I quickly positioned my hands behind my head, as Zeb continued speaking in his low voice; which somehow seemed almost caring, as if he wanted me to learn how to do things the right way, without getting myself into trouble.
"Me thinks that the boy, expected to suck cock just because a cock was in the boy's mouth. Happily, not all Masters just expect their slave to suck a load of cum out of their nuts. A good and just Master will strive to use His slave's body for what that body was designed to do for Him."
I could have knelt there for hours listening to Zeb expound on the wealth of knowledge that he possessed but Zeb had other things to do. It didn't take but a few seconds for him to extract his dick from my face and tuck it gently behind the cover of his clothes.
"Let's the two of us go out and tend to the punishment of those two creatures", Zeb said whimsically. "Perhaps when I'm done tanning their hides, they'll not see any humor whatsoever in being disrespectful to their Master".
I quickly got to my feet and saw myself, for the first time, as I stood in front of a full length mirror.
"If you were, what we normally call a hog boy, you would have a huge ring hanging from your nose", Zeb said laughing as if he was contemplating it. "All in all, I have to say that you look great just the way you are".
We made a brief stop in the kitchen so that Zeb could run upstairs and find something for me to wear. Upon his return he commented rather crudely "All I saw up there were those pink shorts and that skimpy shirt you wear around here; but I'm loaning you a pair of my chinos and a tee shirt for now, just so you don't look like the rest of the slaves. I'll have to decide on and figure out just what I want you to wear when you're out and about amongst the `other'
slaves".
Funny, but for some reason I felt odd, no strange, as I slid the shirt over my head, being careful not to be to rough on my new ear and nipple rings. Thank goodness that Zeb's shorts were a size to big, as I needed the room for my Prince Albert and plugged catheter. My cock felt weird as the fabric brushed up against it; as if my manhood was being punished for looking so beautiful.
My first thoughts were of the beautiful job that the slaves had done pruning the shrubs which surrounded the pool area, although Zeb's ass looked a might fine as I followed behind him. My next vision was a mixed bag of sorts; first I saw how the slaves had actually manicured all of the grass which surrounded the entire house, and secondly was the vision, the ultimate high, of seeing the pony boy harnessed between the two shafts of the carriage. The pony boy and the carriage glittered against the evening sun.
I wondered, along with many things, just hard the pony boy was working as he pulled both Zeb and myself up the lane towards the `induction barn'. The closer we got, the less interested I became in the slave as my eyes focused on the sight which lay just ahead.
Every available slave was there; all of them kneeling with their hands behind their respective heads, allowing the two of us to see them in all their glory. Their rings, new and old, sparkled as if they were new out of the box. Their, now hairless, bodies glistened like the pony's skin; apparently all had taken care to oil their bodies before presenting for Master Zeb's inspection. They all looked a hundred percent different since I'd seen them last time.
They were all kneeling in sort of a semi-circle, where in the center was the punishment platform. On this hastily, yet professionally constructed, platform were Jordan and John Henry. Each of them spread eagled as if ready to be disemboweled.
I could see that each of their scrotums had been attached to a short chain which apparently was stretching their nutsack as the chain was locked in place on the deck of the platform. I don't suppose that either of them could move much, without causing great harm and pain to their balls.
I admired Jordan's butt, as it looked as if he, more than John Henry, was flexing his muscles attempting to dissipate any and all discomfort. Jordan's face was ashen in color, most likely from the long wait leading to this moment, this lesson in time.
It almost looked as if John Henry maintained a rather defiant look. His eyes were ablaze with contempt and his fist were clinched, just above the bindings which held him firmly in place.
Zeb brought the carriage to a stop without saying a word, and eased himself from the seat. He turned to me as if to silently say, `get the fuck down from there'. I turned around and climbed off the seat as I'd seen dad do several times before and it become evident that my cock was trying to fill with blood and my bound nuts ached from the sumptuous sight of so many naked male figures.
Instinctively, I tried to slide my hands into the front pockets of the shorts but my steel cuffs prevented such a response to my own embarrassment. I quickly diverted my eyes towards Zeb and his trio of overseers and I suddenly didn't feel alone in my desperation. Each of the four men were showing a rather substantial `tent'.
Zeb climbed the four or five steps leading to the top of the platform and stood tall and proud as he began `addressing' the slaves. As he spoke, his three overseers, plus Shaun, moved amongst the rows of kneeling slaves as they worked their way towards and onto the platform as well. I remained standing beside the carriage, but not out of sight from any pair of eyes.
Zeb must have had to of given this sort of speech before; as the words just seemed to roll off his lips without a single flaw. I was really proud of him and the way he spoke about his expectations and how most all of the rules would be changing over the next couple of days. He didn't hold back, a single syllable, when it came to laying out what his expectations are and what punishments would be forthcoming if such expectations fell short.
Zeb surprised everybody, including me, when he ordered seven slaves to come forward and kneel up against the punishment platform; resting their hands on the deck, still keeping their heads bowed out of respect. I had no idea why he had selected those seven, but I did recognize them from my initial days here.
Suddenly a warm hand startled me from behind. It was Mr. Alderton; as he whispered softly into my ear; "sorry if I scared you Kevin".
I turned my torso around and met Mr. Alderton's eyes. They are so beautiful that the words escape me with which to describe them. Let's just say that they warmed my heart and leave it at that.
My movement caught Zeb's attention as he broke his words in mid-sentence and asked, "Mr. Alderton do you have the necessary papers with which to continue? "
Mr. Alderton simply nodded his head affirmatively and moved towards the platform; reaching up and handing Zeb an envelope. Zeb opened it up and a big smile flowed across his face, like the time mom and dad bought him his first car.
Zeb nodded to his three friends who moved towards Shaun and stood on either side and behind him. Zeb began reading the signed court order, which basically found that Shaun was guilty of the crimes listed. Shaun's mouth dropped and you could have drove a truck in; but that didn't last long, as one of the overseers extracted a slave prod and pushed it deep into Shaun's back, causing him to drop to the wooden deck, screaming in anguish.
Zeb refrained from completing his reading until such time as the overseers had sliced Shaun's clothing off, leaving him naked like the rest of the slaves.
"For said offenses, you are remanded to "Willow Knolls" Indenturement Center for a period of ten to fifteen years, with no opportunity to reclaim years for good behavior."
I couldn't make heads or tails out of the charges that Shaun had been held to account; but they all sounded rather serious and I'm guessing that he's lucky to have been sentenced to live here, where he once worked and thrived.
Shaun tried to speak, but another jolt with the prod squelched any further outcry.
The overseers quickly had Shaun `hogtied' and left him to simply lay atop the platform in full view of a hundred or so pair of eyes. I felt my own personal sadness for the new slave. My sexual urges had instantly faded, after hearing Shaun's screams and seeing him thrash about like a catfish out of water.
Most of the slaves, kept their eyes on Shaun; as his body slowly returned to `normal'. It was the first actual display of authority that I'd seen Zeb issue and it was something that I'd never forget, nor would the slaves if they knew what was good for them.
As if it was a normal, everyday occurrence, Zeb moved over to the edge of the platform, stopping just short of stepping on the seven pairs of hands; ordering those seven slaves to look up. By now the three overseers had joined Zeb, all four were now in line directly above the slaves as Zeb firmly chastised them for their actions against a free man'. It took me a few seconds for me to realize that he was referring to me as the free man'.
If you could have seen the looks on the seven faces of those slaves when Zeb and the overseers unzipped their shorts and whipped out their cocks.
"NOW OPEN" , shouted Zeb; as he looked menacingly down at the kneeling seven. With some hesitation, but eventually all seven were agape and that was Zeb' s cue to release a torrential flood of male piss down upon them; spraying each of them with his golden nectar. The three overseers followed suit and it became a true `pissing contest'. I was more interested in the size of the overseer's cocks than I was at seeing slaves being pissed on and in.
To add to their humiliation, Zeb had the entire remaining slaves mount the platform and drain themselves upon the seven, piss covered, once dominate male slaves. It became more and more apparent to everybody that Zeb was a Master to fear and yet respect. I had no earthly idea that what he had said and done was also for my benefit and betterment, as well. I'd learn later that the slaves understood Zeb better than I did, as they all showed me so much respect in the time that followed in which I was amongst them in some form or capacity; but the bulk of `fear' remained as belonging to Zeb and his overseers.
I could only imagine what Jordan and John Henry had to have been thinking as they witnessed their Master's domineering ways. I'm sure that sooner or later Jordan would tell me every single thought that must have raced through his head at the time.
The four men stuffed their cocks back and turned their attention to Shaun; who had finally calmed down; only after he'd pissed himself.
Two of the overseers ordered four slaves to assist them in getting Shaun over to the induction center and just a fast as they'd commanded it... Shaun was being carried by his limbs into the building that I knew so well. Shaun was silent the whole way, and as they all passed close to me, I could see that Shaun was still crying those familiar tears of fear and humiliation. I couldn't begin to think what he was thinking about as our eyes made casual contact.
Zeb turned his attention to Jordan and John Henry, while allowing the seven urine drenched slaves to get back into their loose formation with the other slaves.
I watched as he ran his hands over each slave, as if inspecting them for blemishes and abnormalities. He sure knew his job and his passion.
Zeb went into a dialog with all of the slaves as to just why the two slaves were facing punishment. His words resonated so beautifully, even to my less knowledgeable brain. I may have had some amount of sadness for what was about to happen, but by the time Zeb was done talking I felt quite uplifted. His words seemed to strike a certain cord deep within me that I knew that he was right with what he had just said and I further knew that the punishment that was about to be administered was the only right and just thing to do.
I had been so busy looking at all of the slaves, Jordan and John Henry that I hadn't noticed the implements of punishment and pain dangling from the two upright posts of the platform; until I watched Zeb move over to select the instrument he was going to use.
Zeb pawed over all of the whips, paddles and several other items before settling for what appeared to be an old fashion barber's strap. He swung it a few times, and I could hear the air move in front of it. I'm just happy that it wasn't me that was about to feel a world of hurt.
Startled, to say the least when Zeb motioned for me to join him on the platform; I could feel every eye following me and I wasn't feeling as if the eyes were appreciative of me or not. Once standing next to him, I could see how all of the slaves were really, I mean really, all alike now. Everything that Shaun, Doc and Frank had overlooked on the slaves was now corrected and they looked a lot like me. Shaun and his friends had done a great job in bringing the slaves up to minimum standards.
"Hold their shoulders like this", Zeb said to me as he demonstrated how he wanted me to grip the slaves. I took a firm grip on John Henry's shoulders, blocking the view of many a slave from seeing his face and cock.
The first strike from the strap not only caught John Henry by surprise but me too. John Henry jerked and froze, as if time had stood still and then the gut wrenching scream came pouring out of his mouth. I cast my eyes down and saw that John Henry was on tip toes; which of course caused him to stretch his own nutsack.
After five more applications of the strap, Jordan was babbling anything and everything, promising to be good and just about anything else his shattered brain could conjure up.
"Easy boy", I said softly into his ear, as his chest rose and fell filling his lungs with more air; trying to prepare for the next onslaught upon his rump.
"Please Master Zeb, Please stop, Please Master", John Henry kept saying; but to no avail.
Jordan apparently had been mentally preparing himself for his turn. I noticed that his head was down and it almost seemed as if every muscle in his body had gone limp. Stretched out like a bird, Jordan seemed as if he had already accepted his punishment which was not far off.
After a total of 24 applications of the strap, Zeb dropped the implement onto the floor and began to run his hands over John Henry's now brightly colored buttocks.
"Master, thank you Master for showing me the errors of my ways Master", John Henry said somberly as snot flowed in a long glob from his nostrils.
I was surprised, once again, by Zeb; as he eased me aside so he could stand in front of John Henry.
"I hope that I never have to punish you again slave", Zeb said firmly and with volume. "Most slaves I have dealt with are all to eager to learn from just the one session of punishment; but don't think I won't drag your fucking ass back up here and make you feel worse than you do already."
Zeb cupped his hand under the slave's chin, raising it until the two pairs of eyes aligned. With his other hand, Zeb simply wiped the boogers from John Henry's nose; and then he leaned forward and kissed John Henry square on the mouth. "Just know boy, that you and the other slaves will soon come to know that a good master loves all of his slaves, some more than others."
"Master, yes Master, thank you Master", John Henry managed to reply.
Next came Jordan's punishment and it was the toughest of them all. I barely made it through the screams and bladder release myself and couldn't even imagine how Jordan could even take half of what Zeb was dishing out.
What seemed to be the worst of it all was the ending. The two remaining overseers released the two slaves who immediately fell to their knees and began rubbing their butts, trying in vain to rub away the soreness.
"Kevin, I think this would be the proper time to mark one of these two slaves as the one that you desire to tend to all of your personal needs", came Zeb' s authoritive voice, resounding over the sniffles of the two slaves.
My eyes lit up with that bit of news, as I'd not yet expected this sort of formal ceremony; nor did I know what I was about to put myself through.
"Heck yeah", I said as my entire face went into one huge smile. "Just tell me what I need to do Zeb and I'll do whatever I need to".
"Not so fast Kevin", Zeb replied. "This is a moment that you should remember for a long time. Not just for yourself but for your personal slave and all of these other slaves in attendance. It is a solemn thing that you're about to do and I want you to think hard about which of these two slaves you wish to mark as yours."
I looked once again at the two slaves, and although I had feelings, and a bit of admiration for both of them, my brain and my body knew that Jordan would suit me the best.
"I select this boy", I said with a solid and forceful tone to my words, as I pointed down to Jordan.
"Very well then, I need you to stand directly in front of him and I'll help you through the ceremony, since this is your first one", Zeb said rather calmly and reassuring.
I moved to my left, which placed me standing about a foot in front of Jordan. Jordan kept his head bowed and I noticed that his sniveling had all but stopped. Zeb came up alongside of me and made the `formal' announcement to the slaves, his two overseers and more importantly to Jordan. His speech didn't take long, but he got his point across quite well. Jordan would be mine, to do with as I so pleased.
The next thing I feel, and see, is Zeb's hand moving to and taking hold of my zipper. With little or no respect for my own feelings, Zeb simply extracted my cock and balls from their confined space; leaving them on display for all to see.
I heard a few gasps and a faint couple of words mixed in; all of which came from the slaves.
Even now, I still wasn't used to seeing my own huge ring, let alone my two nuts kept separate by the wide steel band. Least of all, the four inches of dangling latex that passed the tip of my dick making up the exposed part of my catheter.
"Now just spin around one full turn and display yourself to our slaves, so that they can see a Master's cock", Zeb requested. "There's nothing to be afraid of or ashamed of Kevin. A master can do anything to himself or a slave, that he feels a need to do and you are no exception, trust me.'
Slowly I turned, but I kept my head down so I wouldn't make to much eye contact with all of the slaves. My cock and balls weren't to much different looking than theirs; or perhaps mine was even more of a severe treatment seeing as how their nuts weren't all separated and stretched. And, at least they didn' t have a piece of rubber shoved down their piss slits. I felt a rush of embarrassment as I made the complete turn, but it soon ebbed once my jewels weren't being eyeballed by the majority of the slaves.
Zeb asked that I take a firm hold of my dick, and I must admit that it felt great; seeing as how I hadn't been able to touch my manstick for over twenty four hours.
"When your piss starts to flow, you just need to make sure that the majority of it goes over the head and face of your selected slave", Zeb said as if it was something he was accustomed to doing or seeing. "By marking your slave in this fashion symbolizes your desire to give of yourself in order to make your slave a more obedient and pliable servant. In the months and years to follow your slave will learn all that is pleasing to you. It will learn all of your body and mind. It will learn every scent of your body and every taste from every pore of your skin. A master's nectar is a favorite amongst the most dedicated and trustworthy of slaves."
That said, Zeb pulled the small plug out from the end of my catheter and piss immediately began to flow. I hadn't even realized that my bladder had needed a release until I began to feel the relief. Jordan raised his head allowing my piss to soak his hair and forehead and then, surprisingly enough, Jordan opened his mouth and allowed my piss to freely enter. I watched his adams apple move up and down as he swallowed what piss had made it into his mouth; which instantly registered in my brain as him accepting me as his Master.
I shook the last bits of piss out of the tube, and then Zeb put the plastic plug back in; sealing my bladder once again. I would have to ask him, in private, when I could get the damn thing removed and be back to pissing like a man again.
"Just let it hang out for now", Zeb said; noting that I had wanted to stuff everything back behind the zipper.
Zeb then stood in front of John Henry and performed the same ceremony; except John Henry didn't raise his head, nor did he make any attempt to show a desire to swallow Zeb's piss. Zeb said nothing, nor did he react in any way which would have displayed his displeasure. I felt a pang of sadness for Zeb, as it really would have been nice if John Henry responded as favorably as Jordan did. Two friends, two slaves, bound by a sacred ceremony to two brothers, two Masters. It would have been a most wonderful thing had it have happened.
"Let's get going", Zeb said rather curtly.
The overseers began to herd the slaves back to their respective barns, as the four of us quickly dismounted the platform.
"I think we should go check on our new slave and also take a look at the four boys we're keeping chained up for tomorrows inductions", Zeb spoke, rather non-descript.
Zeb commanded the pony slave to take himself down to the main house and wait; which the pony slave quickly moved on down the lane without so much as a look back.
The moment I noticed Zeb leading John Henry by his slave dick, I felt obligated to do the same with Jordan. However, I'm sure that I wasn't feeling so domineering as Zeb was. I could only feel the closeness to my slave. I could only feel the need to suck the slaves cock or to feel it pulsing inside my ass. Had this been another place, another time, I would have dropped to my knees and sucked the slaves entire cock in my mouth and down my throat; but I had to display a certain degree of `ownership' if I wanted to please Zeb, Master Zeb.
The induction center wasn't that much of a walk and the closer we got, the clearer and louder the voices, the screams and pleadings seemed to get. From fifty feet away, it sounded like somebody, probably Shaun, was receiving some sort of `treatment'. I felt pangs of sadness once again, as some deep down part of me felt sorry for him. Was it not in my makeup to be a master? Was it perhaps something that I knew from experience that Shaun was being used for? Or, perhaps it was the darkened parts of me that related to Shaun as one slave to another slave.
A few more steps.. A few yards more and I'd see for myself. Perhaps I'd be able to put my thoughts in perspective and reality. It would surely be a good ` lesson in time'.
To Be Continued...
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