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A Lesson In Time, Chapter Forty Seven
One step inside the processing barn, my world once again was turned upside down and inside out. I had to let go of Jordan's dick, once my mind was focused on the scene (s) in front of me.
The first thing my eyes saw were the four new slave boys from town; with their heads and wrists secured through holes in the newly renovated doors to each of the holding pens. It was obvious that the boys still had their worldly clothes on, because the way they were poking through the holes in the door, I could see their shirts.
The boys, each, had a bowl of water close enough so that they could quench their thirst. Their eyes were red from crying and their hair seemed in total disarray; almost in some ways, pleading with anyone who would pay attention to their needs and humiliations. Two of the boys held their hands and fingers in what appeared to be clinched postures, which may have been out of anger or for some other reason. There was the unmistakable stench of human excrement seeping from their holding pens. If in fact, they were still wearing `street clothes' I can only imagine how they were feeling after being confined like this for more than a day already. They must be in agony, of the mental sort.
The entire barn looked much different than when I was last here. The once open area nearest the four boys was now brightly illuminated and even the walls were covered in what looked to be `tongue and groove' hardwood panels. The floor in that same area had the highest gloss, which apparently had come from several hours of strenuous scrubbing and waxing.
On the other side, where I'd been held, `bound', to the examination table were more walls; some high enough that I couldn't see over them, while other areas just seemed to be partially divided.
I could hear the grunts and sniffling of what I took to be a man's voice but
before I could venture a single step Zeb said rather commandingly...
"You two fucking slaves get your asses into the shower and clean yourselves up. And I want that to mean that your ass inside and out is also squeaky clean."
"Yes Master", came the unified response, and quite proper I might add. Jordan and John Henry bustled off to the shower area, without looking back at either myself or Zeb; once again showing a deep respect for their Masters and the spoken word.
"Well, what do you think so far?" Zeb inquired as he involuntarily motioned to the expanse of the barn's interior.
"It looks great bro", I said in response. "It sure looks different and cleaner than the last time I was in here."
"Anything would be an improvement over the shit hole that these idiots used to consider clean and organized", Zeb blasted back. "You'll just have to get used to the way I was trained and the way things need to be around here from now one Kevin. Since you're still new' to all of this, it shouldn't take you long at all to adapt to the PROPER way of running Willow Knolls. In the days and weeks to come, you and I are going to be spending a lot of time together, so that I can outline my ideas and so that you can have ample opportunity to voice your input as well. This is a team effort and as our dear old dad always says... this is a lesson in time'. Time I might add that we have plenty of and the more time we have means the money financial gain we both can amass."
Darned if Zeb just didn't spit out a mouthful of what sounded pretty damn awesome to me, I'll say that much towards offering up some `credit' to my once asshole brother.
Zeb began talking again, as he stepped towards me and reached out and took hold of my Prince Albert. "Now you see why I told you to just let it stay out" , he said with a smile. If you lead a slave around by his dick, you too need to experience the humiliation of what a slave goes through each time you do something like that to it."
I didn't figure that Zeb's comment even needed responding to, as he led me over to the newly refurbished area.
"Here is where the new SIMS machine will go on Monday. With the machine sitting right here, we can actually process a new slave from start to finish in the same building. Just think of this building as a much smaller version of dad 's building with all of it's different floors for different things" Zeb said as if giving a guided tour. "Come Monday we'll even had footprints painted on all the floors so the slaves will know how to move from point A to point B without getting their asses whipped to much. They'll all go from holding pen, to shower, to clipping station then over to the SIMS, and then finally they'll each be led or ordered over to the examination table where the overseers will get them all nice and pretty like."
To me, it seemed as if Zeb was motivated to make our new home a well run machine; one which if run properly would afford the two of us and our sister the ability to have just about anything our hearts and minds desired.
More moans and groans filtered through the barn, this time much louder and more distinct. My brain was telling me that the sounds could have only been coming from Shaun. I hoped beyond hope, that he was okay, because I sorta, kinda liked him in certain ways.
"Now over here", Zeb said as he once again was on the move; still holding me by the giant ring dangling from my cock. "We've separated this area just to give each overseer a little bit more privacy as to what he is doing to his slave. It isn't that a slave has the right to privacy, but it is more to the benefit of the overseer. This way the overseer can feel more at ease with what he is doing and it seems to make the whole process of working with the newly indentured go a lot smoother. An overseer usually doesn't like to have his superior always looking over his shoulder and besides, my buddies have the kinkiest desires from time to time and I like to see that they have a tad bit of privacy. You'll find out soon enough just how kinky Luke is and I'm sure the two of you will benefit from each others company. Luke is probably going to be your main instructor, when you and I aren't knee deep in paperwork and other good stuff."
"Kewl', was about all I could say as we went from one area into another. The area that used to be open to all eyes was now divided into three separate sections. The new area where the examination table was looked even nicer than before; with it's brighter lights along with all of the cabinets cleaned up and shining brightly. Even the leather straps on the exam table looked as if they'd been cleaned up and brought to a brilliant shine.
The last area, before reaching the showers was where I discovered Shaun. He was naked as a Jaybird. His hands and feet were manacled to chains which were pulling him apart; leaving him in a vertical spreadeagled position.
Between his legs, appeared to be what looked like an old fashion `screw jack' . Atop the screw jack, was the thickest looking dildo I'd ever seen. It was now obvious why Shaun had been moaning and groaning. The head of the dildo, along with god only knows how much of the damn thing was slowly being twisted up, into his ass.
Shaun's mouth was distorted by him having a rather large butt plug stuffed in between his teeth; thus the reason for the moaning and groaning instead of hearing his screams and yells.
"He looks right at home, don't ya think?" Zeb said half-heartedly. "The boy is going to make a most excellent hog boy and I'll thinking that I already have somebody in mind that would love, just love to take him off our hands after we get him all cleaned up and looking nice and pretty. Fuck, we won't even have to train the shithead. If I know Mr. Klark, he'll have this fucking slave eating out assholes in less than week. Old man Klark always did love a boy who he could use as a shit eater."
I was startled and bewildered by what I'd just heard. Surely, Zeb wouldn't ship Shaun off to somebody like that just so he could be used as a human toilet. Not Zeb, he couldn't.
Just then our two slaves came out from the shower area and dropped to their knees, and spread their respective butt cheeks. Zeb didn't hesitate one second, before he shoved his bare finger into Jordan's butt hole. No sooner than he pulled it out he said, "good job boy"; and the proceeded to put the same finger into Jordan's mouth. Zeb performed the same anal inspection with John Henry before ordering the two slaves back down to the house; giving them explicit instructions on what he wanted them to do downstairs, one of which was to "remove everything in the large room that made it look like a porn studio".
After the two slaves scampered off, Zeb introduced me to Luke; who'd been standing all this time against the back wall of the cubicle like space. I reached out my hand to shake his; but instead his hand went right for my bound balls, squeezing them rather hard, which elicited a yelp from me.
"You'll have to get used to Luke's ways Kevin. Sometimes he forgets who it is that he is being introduced to. He likes naked boys and their balls; and since your's are so inviting I'm sure that Luke didn't mean any disrespect.
"Shit Luke", I said rather abusively. "The next time you do that, you might find yourself on the receiving end of something a lot worse".
Both Zeb and Luke found my statement to somehow be funny; as the two of them broke out in a fit of laughter.
"Bro, just chill; you dumb son of a bitch", Zeb said, still trying to control his laughter. " Luke didn't mean anything by it. He was just trying to lighten up things around here. I done told you that these overseers have some ` kinky' habits".
"Oh, okay", I half heartedly replied. "Sorry about my outburst Luke".
Luke let go of my nuts, and offered me his hand in the more `formal' way. It was rather callous and quite warm. His smile was brilliant, which offset the rest of his dark skin and rather well developed body. He looked to be nearly the same age as Zeb, which meant that he had a lot of fire in his loins and probably was one of those horny overseers that I'd heard so much about.
"Looks a bit like your mom, don't he?" Luke said, turning to face Zeb.
"That's what everybody says, but I don't see much of her in him, except for maybe Kevin's need for a real man, like my mom sees in my dad", exclaimed my brother.
The two men sorta chuckled before getting back down to business.
Zeb moved over in front of Shaun, while Luke moved to stand behind me.
"So I suppose you don't feel much like an overseer right about now do ya boy!" Zeb barked. "I've got major plans for your ass and I don't think you're going to like any of them very much; but I could care less about your feelings after the way you treated my brother. Payback is a bitch!"
While Zeb continued to humiliate and belittle Shaun; Luke had moved his hand to my cock and balls once again, while his remaining hand had found its way down the back of my shorts; allowing his fingers to roam unabated up and down my butt crack, and teasing my pucker hole.
I began to feel Luke's breath as his head got closer and closer to my ear; finally he whispered, softly "I'm going to like training you Kevin. You and me are going to be real good for each other and maybe, just maybe, I'll get you to like it so much that you'll want to be mine, forever."
I don't know if it was the words or his hands, but my body shuddered as my own sexual desires began to once again rekindle. I began to find myself becoming confused again, much like the days past; but I didn't want to dwell on things to much right then and there. I just wanted to feel good about what was happening to my body and to my spirit. Surely, none of this could be the remains of all or any of the drugs I had been given over the past days, or could it.
"Well it looks like the hog boy is happy as a Lark", Zeb said turning his attention towards myself and Luke. "I don't suppose it will hurt him if he stays like this until tomorrow, do you? Of course we should keep screwing the dildo up his ass until he can take it all and by tomorrow he'll be begging to be fucked by a real cock. And, Kevin, if you're real good for the rest of the day and night we might just let you shave him and the four new boys in the morning. You might even like doing it and perhaps Luke might let you clean out all these butts around here to, if your good... that is."
I broke away from the light hold Luke had on me, and replied "I'd like that a bunch. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to shave a slave and as you can well see, I have felt the razor myself, so maybe turn about is fair play".
Once again the two men chuckled as Luke moved to grasp the end of my catheter. "How long you going to make Kevin here wear this plumbing?" he asked.
"I don't rightly know", Zeb answered. "I suppose it depends on Kevin. I think he likes having it shoved up his boy dick, don't ya."
"It's okay, and I know what you're trying to do. You're trying to get me all confused. Both of you. I know damn well that dad has already told you that I have promised him and mom to do everything I can to make all of this work and that I'd be polite to everybody and not create a scene. So don't go trying to put words in my mouth", I shouted back to him.
"I wasn't trying to put words in your mouth bro. If anything, I'd like to put something else in it", Zeb laughed, followed by a grin and giggle from Luke.
"It ain't funny Zeb. Stop trying to be the big boss around here. I'm part owner of this place too, in case you already forgot."
Zeb was always the one to have the last word in any conversation as he said, "Nobody said you weren't bro. It's just that you can't go and get all pissed off at the little things here. You have to learn to go with the flow and to learn from everything you see and hear. You've learned a bunch already but you can't go through life pissing off the hired help and getting slaves to hate you all the time. Just lighten up, will ya."
I guess Zeb had a valid point, and I replied "Sorry Zeb, but I just need a rest or something. I've been on the go for days and days and my mind is starting to play games with me."
"Why the fuck didn't you say something before now, Kevin. Shit! Let's get the fuck outta here and go relax down at the pool. Luke can join us later if he wants to. That will give the two of us time to discuss things and then you and me and the overseers can have a nice peaceful cookout and enjoy the quiet night around here. They'll have the slaves all secure for the night and then the five of us can just chill."
"Sounds like a plan Zeb, I'm up for the quiet and the rest", I quickly replied.
Luke went to crank the dildo up Shaun's ass a little more as Zeb and me left the processing barn; with Zeb's hand holding onto my nuts, while I followed ever so close. I could smell Zeb's man scent and it was beginning to have a strange effect on my brain, not to mention my dick; which tried unsuccessfully to rise to the occasion.
Half way back to the house, Zeb stopped and turned to me, saying "You know bro, I've still got all my shit in the back of my truck. I've got just the thing that will get your balls to sit all nice and pretty on top of your dick. That way they'll be out of the way and you won't have to walk funny... that is, if you still want your balls all done up in steel bands. It might hurt for a minute, at first, but it sure will make you look a whole lot prettier, I mean `nicer'."
I didn't find what he said to have much, if any merit, so I kept my mouth closed and began walking towards the house again, without Zeb's hand on my nuts.
By the time we had arrived at the pool, I turned back to Zeb and said, "I suppose if it's something you think will make me understand slavery better, then I'll let you do it to my balls, but only if you do it."
Zeb remained silent, with only a slight smile on his face as we approached the pool; which by now looked so inviting.
"I don't suppose my cuffs, and other things will be affected by the pool water; do ya?" I asked.
"Not at all, they're stainless steel so have at it bro", Zeb chimed with a hint of happiness in his voice.
As I eased myself down the steps, feeling the warm, gentle water caress my flesh; Zeb calmly said, "Besides, you look beautiful with all that metal adorning your body bro."
Zeb strode over to near where the bbq grill was and found a thick pool float and tossed it into the pool. "Here you go Kevin, climb on that and get yourself some sun on that body of yours. Your head needs a bit of browning up."
I climbed on to the float and it felt great to just lay there and feel the sun beaming down on my body. The warm water and sun did miracles for my tired body and soul. I began to drift in and out of sleep, but I tried to remain aware of my surroundings and of Zeb's occasional words. It didn't last to long, and I easily drifted off into a deep, dreaming sleep.
The sounds of laughter, the stirring of the pool water and somebody's hands on my body; brought me to near full alertness pretty darn quick. My eyes no longer were being attacked by the afternoon sun, but they were slowly adjusting to the available light of an early dusk.
The laughter was coming from Luke and the two other overseers, which I hadn' t yet been introduced to. The pool water washing against me was coming from the antics of Zeb, as he so used to do back home. The hands on my body were coming from Jordan, who had leaned over the edge of the pool, only for the purpose of removing the plug in the end of my catheter in order to swallow his Master's piss. Little did anyone know, or have the slightest inkling as to what my dreams had been about, and I wasn't about to tell anybody.
"Time to eat Kevin", Zeb quietly said. "Hope you're hungry because our house slave has worked his ass off to please the two of us."
"Oh, um, yeah sure bro. I'm starving", I said as I still worked to get my mind back into the game.
"Here, drink some of this, while your slave is draining your sweet nectar" Zeb said, handing me the all to familiar bottle with a penis nipple attached.
I looked at it strangely, thinking that Zeb didn't want me taking anymore damn drugs. "It's safe Kevin. I filled it myself. I just thought that you'd like to suck on something before dinner and I didn't think you'd want to be sucking a cock in front of all the overseers; not yet anyways", Zeb said.
"Not funny Zeb", in retorted.
"I'm just funning with you like the good ol'days Kevin... lighten up for god' s sake will ya", Zeb responded in his normal tone of dominance.
While Jordan swallowed my piss, and I sucked on the nipple, Zeb once again began messing with my balls. "Yep, they'll look nice and pretty all done up on top. You'll love it once I've got them all in place", Zeb said with a smile.
All to soon, I heard Luke say "Fag boy is ready to serve dinner, so let's eat".
Jordan disconnected his mouth from my cock and replaced the plug, while Zeb began to lift the edge of the float so that I more or less slid sideways into the water. It still felt good and warm to my flesh and I hesitated a moment just to feel the refreshing water before using the steps to exit the pool; followed behind by Zeb, who was bringing the float along with him.
It took less than two seconds for me to notice that John Henry was on his knees in front of one of the overseers, sucking like a calf to its mommy; while the other overseer was plowing the slave's ass like a mule humping a donkey.
Nothing but a fuck and suck fest had been taking place while I slept in the pool. The house slave apparently had been busy bringing the guys ample bottles of beer; which they preferred over the hard liquor. Hopefully none of them were close to getting themselves drunk; otherwise, this night might just turn into a nightmare.
"Fucking pussy slave sure has a tight hole for being a slave for all this time", the one overseer stated as I watched him drive his cock into the slave' s ass full speed; burying the shaft right down to the pubic hairs.
"Kevin say hi to Randy there and that's Willard up front there, getting his crankshaft tuned up", Kevin said rather humorously. "And as for your fucking remark about a tight slave's ass, well, I'm here to tell you that there ain 't going to be any `tight assed bitch' sharing my bed."
All four of them laughed as if talking like that about slaves was a normal day to day thing; standard practice where they come from.
Luke to a long, cold and hard look at me as I simply stood there watching everything transpire.
"Randy and Willard are the overseers who will be in total charge of the three adult barns and will be teaching those lazy assed slaves the proper way to be the very best that they can be. Luke is going to work with the younger ones and you, along with the pony boy; just so that there's no confusion or intermingling of the young versus the older slave boys. Just mind what he says and you'll learn more than Mr. Alderton could ever teach ya. You're going to make mom and dad very proud of you in no time at all bro. And I'm going to be right next to you most all of the time anyway so's there's no confusion. Hell, even Mr. Alderton will be surprised with you in a couple of weeks. You know Kev, that he worked with me for a month before I took employment up north. He knows a ton of stuff, but he's not much on the notion of expanding a slave' s threshold in order to fill the void left behind by the standard run of the mill slave. You and I are going to single handedly renovate the entire slave industry, you just wait and see bro. We have a golden opportunity here and we aren't going to fuck it up".
I smiled at the three overseers and nodded my understanding to Zeb, as John Henry was finally being freed from two of the biggest white cocks I'd ever seen in ages. John Henry remained firm, kneeling ever so diligently awaiting a
command to do otherwise.
Zeb tossed the pool float down on the deck just a few feet away from the table. Jordan dropped to his knees and crawled past me, moving towards John Henry.
Jordan didn't need to be told what was expected of him, as he moved in between John Henry's legs and began to lap at his friend's rectum. It was really a turn on, watching such activity. I wanted to partake in the action, but knew that I would only fuel the fire burning among the overseers who would jump at the chance to use or abusive `fresh meat'.
A wisp of air flowed quickly over my wet and dripping body; which caused me to shiver uncontrollable. I felt my ringed nipples reacting to my sudden shaking, and it almost seemed as if my tits loved the attention they were getting from their large rings as they shook.
My nuts wanted to hide deep up inside my body, to keep themselves nice and warm; while my cock would have, if it could, begun to stiffen up. My eyes, focused on my private parts, seemed to thrive on the view. There for all to see, without even the slightest bit of humiliation on my part, was my cock. My once proud cock that I jerked off several times a day; watching my seed spray where ever in the hell it wanted to.
Once again, my perverted thought process was interrupted by the house slave bringing out the evening meal; which smelled delicious. I'm thinking that we somehow lucked out' finding this slave amongst all the other slaves. It would have been so easy for every darn slave to say that they were a cook, but somehow we ended up with a keeper'; much like JoJo and MoMo.
Zeb, Randy and Willard were the first to sit down at the table which only left room for one more person to sit with them. I opted to eat while seated on one of the loungers, thus allowing Luke to join his friends, but he opted not to.
I sat down and the house slave brought over a plate which was filled with some of everything he had prepared. "What's your name boy?" I asked.
"Master, Sir, this slave's name is Franklin, Master", replied the slave.
"Holy Shit", I responded. "Please don't tell me that you just might be related to anyone who used to live here boy".
"Master, Sir, sorry Sir, but yes Master", the house slave answered, trying to keep his eyes fixed downward towards the ground. "Master Frank, Doc's lover, is my ... or was my Uncle, Master."
"Zeb did you hear that shit", I hollered out. "We gotta find another name for this slave because Frank or Franklin just ain't going to cut it around here ".
`Watch your mouth Kevin", Zeb barked. "Master or not, you're not yet experienced enough to exploit a slave by making fun of his name or relatives".
I was stunned but for a moment, until I recognized that I had been rather rude and insensitive towards the slave. I had promised to be kind and polite to all free men, but perhaps since I was still learning the `trade' I shouldn' t be so abrasive towards any man.
"Sorry Zeb, Sorry Franklin", I said most repentantly.
"Master Kevin, there's no reason to apologize to me a lowly slave Sir", Franklin said with a slight gleam in his eyes.
The house slave simply backed away a few steps and turned to retrieve another plate of food, as Luke sat down on my lounger, facing me.
Now, with his own plate piled high with delightful food, Luke took a small handful of the food and held it down and out so that Jordan could partake in the small feast. I was actually shocked to see Jordan lean down and nibble the food right out of Luke's hand. How on earth, and where, did Jordan learn to eat like that? It was an awesome thing to witness, as Luke used his free hand to feed himself, paying absolutely no attention to Jordan.
I felt sort of out of place using a fork to eat my macaroni salad and slices of chicken. I caught sight of John Henry emulating the actions which Jordan seemed to have resigned himself to doing. The sight of two slaves eating from the palms of free men was almost to much for me to bear.
"In time Kevin, you'll see that a properly trained slave will do anything he has to, just to be able to eat a meal. Feeding a slave this way, ensures the Master that the slave totally understands his own reliance on his master. Besides, it's kinda nice having a slave eat this way. It sorta makes me feel ...
um... more in control than I normally am", Luke said as he finished swallowing a mouth full of food.
"One day, I'll get to the same point in handling slaves Luke. I just have to apply myself more and be more diligent of things that slaves are required or expected to do as part of their day to day life." I said, with somewhat of a remorseful tone in my words.
Luke was just about to respond back when Zeb chimed in his opinion, "One day hell, bro; haven't you learned anything from dad in all these years man. Time is money, money is good, and I love money. This bro, is a lesson in time... real time... real fucking money time!"
"But Zeb, you don"... and before I could finish my own thoughts.. Zeb was right back into action.
"Our boys have had enough to eat for now. So we need to get them busy", he said with his overpowering baritone voice. "You two queers get out to my truck and unload everything. Take it all up to my room, EXCEPT for the one satchel marked Testicle Adjustments'. I want that one down stairs in that room that was used as the former owners treatment center'. And after you've finished with that little bit of work, I'm sure that your other overseers have things for you to do as well... so get the fuck to work and I don't want to see or hear you until it's all done."
Luke, piped in quite rapidly saying, "Sir, if you don't have any objections; I'd rather to be sending this fag up to the horse barn to check on the pony slave. I'm not even sure that the slave has had enough sense to eat something for his supper, not that I give a shit, but I don't want to seem to overbearing around here on my first couple of days."
"Quite true Luke... quite true", Zeb replied. "I'd all but forgotten about that poor animal up there all alone with his horses. Maybe he's found something like a big horse cock to fill his little tummy with. Best see to it then and perhaps later we'll all go up there and look for ourselves."
After one or two sentences more from Zeb, the two slaves exited rather quickly, to each their own assignment, followed by Randy and Willard.
"Do we have any liquor in the house?" Zeb asked the house slave.
"Master, yes Master; some, but not a lot to select from Master", the slave replied.
"Jesus... just one more thing to add to my ever growing list of things to get and to do", Zeb said without much expression.
I continued to eat for a minute more, until Luke moved off of my lounger and took a seat next to Zeb. Luke was whispering something to Zeb, which by all rights seemed to me; to be most impolite, seeing as how I too, am part owner of this place.
Zeb appeared to muster up a smile as his head backed away from Luke's. The two of them, had I not known better, just might have had some secret affection for one another; or something along those lines anyway.
I needed something to wash down some of the vegetables, and discovered that I 'd not required the house slave to bring me anything. The only thing liquid was the bottle that I'd had from earlier in the pool; so I took it and sucked on the cock shaped nipple, flooding my mouth and throat with the now warm liquid which had somehow lost its flavor, leaving me with a slight bitter taste on my tongue. I would have been better off waiting a minute and asking the slave for something cold to drink.
I sat there, thinking of what Luke and Zeb had both said to me and it seemed to make a lot of sense. I sure as heck didn't have near the experience in dealing with slaves except for fucking them or sucking their dicks. LOL... that' s not such a bad way to start off my learning is it?
Just thinking about having sex, began to put heat into my loins. My nuts seemed to respond first as they tightened even further within their strict confinement. Looking at my cock, left me somewhat amiss; just seeing the catheter and huge steel ring, which for all intent and purpose has left it nothing more than an instrument with which one has total control over me.
I finished my drink and set the bottle on my empty plate and I didn't even have to ask the house slave to take it away. He was there in a flash, to take it and he even asked if there `was anything else Master'. Little did the slave know, but the only thing I wanted right now, this very minute was to be touching and sucking on his cock. His tiny piece of cloth, covering his package, still allowed me to see more than most coverings of that type usually did. He really is a hottie. Much older than myself, maybe by ten years, but oh my goodness; he looked much more like a Greek god, than a slave.
My eyes followed him all the way back to the point where he disappeared into the kitchen. At that point, my gaze returned to Zeb and Luke; who were now fixing their eyes on me.
Luke had just started to move one of his hands to his crotch, while his other hand moved towards a bowl on the table. I watched, mostly at his crotch, as Luke simply began to rub his manhood, which lay so dominantly displayed beneath his jeans. I would have thought that either one of them would have begun speaking, but that wasn't the case. Zeb simply continued to sit there switching his glance between me and Luke. It was easy to see that Zeb's eye' were cast downward towards Luke's crotch than at Luke's face. I could only assume, that had I not been there, that the two of them might, just maybe, share themselves with each other.
"Kevin, come over here and join us", Zeb said, in a voice that was almost seductive.
Luke smiled.
To Be Continued...
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