A Lesson in Time, Chapter Fifty
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Zeb continued talking softly, while his hands kept working their way up my thighs towards my private parts; which sure as hell don't seem so `private' any longer.
"I suppose you know by now Kevin that you more than likely won't be included in the final stages of getting Shaun all kitted out tomorrow. I'm guessing that you'd rather learn more about the life of a slave than to see or to even help out just yet", Zeb said in a soft soothing tone of voice.
I started to think of all the things Zeb had said to me ever since they laid me onto the table; and most everything he said really did make a heck of a lot of sense.
My eyes darted back and forth, right to left up and down noticing where everybody was and what they were doing. It seemed as if they all had `rehearsed' everything prior to now.
Zeb finally reached my nads and was kneading them lower and lower into the bottom of my scrotum. Jordan was began using some nice smelling soap or something to clean my piercings and John Henry was attaching leather straps and clips to my leather head harness. Luke was just quietly standing opposite Jordan, just watching and listening like he was stalking something; like a cat does when seeking a mouse.
"You know bro", Zeb said sorta matter of factly', "We always kept our hogboys' all cinched up like I'm fixing to do with you and we kept our dogboys all nice and free so that when they crawled around everybody could see their nuts swinging low in their nicely stretched sac."
Luke smiled, his white teeth shone ever so brightly beneath the lamination of the overhead lights. "So as I've already mentioned to you, I think you need to experience having your balls on top of your cock instead of hanging like a free man's do", Zeb stated with a sort of `dominating' tone of voice. "It might feel a bit uncomfortable at first, not to mention awkward, but your man enough to deal with it".
Soon, just seconds after his last word, Zeb began to separate my nuts and bring them up on either side of my dick. "It seems as if you could have stood to have them stretched a little more before now, but I can fix it sure enough", Zeb said. "We should always strive for perfection here at Willow Knolls. Mom and dad would expect at least that much from you and me. Best we not disappoint them".
I felt him readjust the steel cinch ring around the root of my dick, as he also swung the steel ring (s) from below my dick towards the center on top. "Now to just get these big boys all set in place and I can start to close the rings nice and slow so you won't feel any pain or discomfort. Wouldn't want my own brother, my own flesh and blood to feel any pain or nothing", he said as he smiled his most delicious of smiles down toward my face.
The rings seemed cold now, as he tried his best to put each nut into its own ring. "Just a little bit more bro and then I can start to tighten the adjusting screw to bring them both together for you. You'll look great and I'm betting you'll really like them by morning".
I heard the `click' of the metal ends being snapped shut and so far it wasn't uncomfortable. "Just a little bit of adjusting bro and they'll be perfect", Zeb calmly spoke.
In an instant I began to feel as if Zeb was pulling my nuts off as he began to tighten the screw. I started to moan vigorously in defense of his actions. "Oh, you like the way they are feeling bro?" he quipped. Zeb just kept on slowly turning the screw and I could feel my balls being pulled closer and closer together towards the goal of mounting them both on top of my cock. In one last, long and quite loud attempt at screaming, I felt the flesh of my nuts make contact with one another. Zeb leaned over, just above my nipples and simply smiled. My erratic breathing seemed to slow down just a bit, as he began to rub the now soft, tight skin of each of my balls.
Jordan hadn't missed a thing, as he continued to clean all of my rings. I have to admit that when he was sliding them back and forth through the hole left by the piercing needle, that my mind was easily swayed to feeling the rather sensual motions. If my cock hadn't been cinched, pierced and filled with a catheter; I'm positive that I would have sprung a hard on.
John Henry started to massage some kind of clear, unscented oil onto my chest. It felt great and seemed to take my mind off of the constant tugging down below as my nuts got used to their new home. I noticed Zeb reaching for the bottle of lotion, taking it away from John Henry and then I felt the same cool and refreshing sensation of the oil being applied to my nuts. Zeb continued to smile, and remain silent, as he must be lavishing in what he was doing to me. Luke continued to just observe everyone and everything; soaking it up like a sponge.
I had noticed, however late it might have seemed, that the tube from my catheter to my mouth was still circulating piss into my body and back around again. It didn't seem nearly as potent now as it did in the beginning and I didn't mind having to keep re-circulating it. I'm guessing that it losses something over time from being filtered over and over again.
"I guess I can feel good about leaving you in the most capable hands of Luke for now", Zeb said as he wiped his oily hands on John Henry's bare scalp. "I want to go up and see how Shaun and the four puke fuckers are making out. I'm hoping that Randy and Will have made them comfortable for the night…(short giggle)… as tomorrow the five of them will for sure not appreciate what we have planned for them."
My eyes followed him the best they could as Zeb slowly made his way to the door. "I'll see you later on tonight after Luke has helped you understand the ways of hogboys a little better. Maybe, if you're good, I'll let you suck my cock for once; as you've been dreaming of sucking my manstick for years. And if you've been really, really good for Luke, I might just fuck you too. You'd probably love that wouldn't you bro. I bet you wouldn't even mind it if I fucked you in front of these guys".
With that, Zeb made his final turn and exited the prep room; leaving me at the mercy, beck and call, of Luke; who was now moving to stand between my outstretched legs. John Henry left the room suddenly, as he should have, following his Master to be close at hand.
The lotion that had been applied to my naked body seemed now to be warming up some, which was an `added' bonus for me to enjoy. After the day that I'd been having up till now, the oil along with the massage were both a welcome relief.
I managed somehow to block out my own situation, to ponder the images in my mind of what was taking place up in the processing barn. It didn't take long for my brain to start a very vivid show of authority, humiliation and much more.
As Zeb entered the building, the only light (s) that were on were the ones directly overhead of Shaun; which seemed to highlight his oiled body to a sensuous level.
Zeb carefully lowered the chains which kept Shaun elevated only on the tips of his toes. There was a sigh of relief, muffled, but a sign none the less from the once aggressive and sadistic male; now nothing more than a slave, something for others to toy with and amuse themselves.
John Henry stayed with his back to the wall, hands behind his own head in what was know as the present and ready' position. Zeb began feeling up Shaun in a way only a Master knows. It was rather nice to once again see that Shaun really did appear to enjoy the flesh of males and not so much that of females. He managed to stroke Shaun's cock to full erection in a matter of seconds, before reaching around behind the slave and slamming his fist into the grossly large plug that had earlier been forced up the slave's rectum. Shaun let out a loud yelp' the second that the pain registered in his already traumatized and tired brain.
"I'm trying to decide if we should wait for your sister to arrive tomorrow before we finish your processing or if we should get you all primp and proper in anticipation of her arrival", Zeb said to the slave, knowing full well that he had his mind already made up. "I think you'll really like your final look, and you already know what that's going to be, don't you."
Shaun simply and with acknowledgement of defeat managed to nod his head. "I guess I should tell you, although I'm not required to, to inform you that you are being processed and will be exposed to training for a position with a very prominent man overseas as his "White assed hogboy", Zeb said half heartedly with a giggle. "Mature slaves such as yourself seem to be in demand overseas, especially in places that are hot and full of sand and camel shit."
Shaun's eyes seemed to reflect his emotions more than anything, as his eyes began to show the onset of tears. Shaun's breathing became labored and he began to beg Zeb to reconsider his fate; even pleading his case, offering to do anything Zeb wanted or needed, which including being Zeb's own hogboy. I'm sure that Shaun had ample knowledge of how brutal and ruthless the Arab's can be when it comes down to getting a hard muscled white slave like him.
Zeb didn't show the least bit of interest in Shaun's verbalizations. In fact he simply turned away from Shaun; turning on a few more lights and moving over to where the four teenaged slaves where kept in their insane kneeling positions.
With nothing more than a hearty laugh, Zeb began to berate the four teens as if they had committed a more serious offense than what they really had. You'd have thought that they had been convicted of murder or something the way Zeb was chastising them.
Standing just about in the middle of the four, with all of them kneeling before him; Zeb unbuckled his trousers and lowered them and his boxer shorts to the ground.
Grabbing his own cock, Zeb began spraying the four boys with his hot stream of piss. Each slave boy appeared to be getting a face full of urine before Zeb's stream trickled to an end. "A lot more of that before you get finished with your processing tomorrow boys. Just think of it as my way of introducing myself to you. My name is Master Zeb and I am one of two who own this place AND you". The four boys, as if on cue began crying uncontrollably.
"I could release you boys so that you could at least get some rest on the nice straw in your pens, but I'm thinking that you guys understand why I'm not going to be doing that. It was my brother that you used and abused and I'm not one to forgive as easily as he does. So enjoy the night in your stocks and keep on pissing and shitting in your jeans until morning gets here. If it were up to me, I'd even have your ma and pa in here with you guys. I hear that you all gave all of your earnings to them and they kept encouraging you to return here for more sex and money. Well, those days are officially over now. You all heard the judge… Your ass in ours for ten years and you all can be sure that it is your ass that will pay a most high price for your crimes".
As Zeb turned to walk out of the processing center, he turned to the four teen boys and said, "Best you boys think about which one of you is going to volunteer' to be the new dogboy around here and which of you wants to be the bitch boy' of mine and my brothers. The other two sure won't like what I have in store."
John Henry followed Zeb out of the building and the two of them headed straight for the horse barn.
In the barn, Zeb found the pony boy brushing one of the horses and singing. He was so quiet when he entered that `pony boy' didn't even notice his arrival.
"Looks like you love your work, boy", Zeb said, startling the `pony boy'.
The slave instantly assumed the proper position upon realizing Zeb was right behind him.
"Sir, yes Sir', said `pony boy'.
"Well that sure is a good thing you're doing. I am to understand that you actually put yourself into slavery and asked to be sent here?" Zeb asked politely.
"Sir, yes Sir. I needed some form of control and guidance in my life and I just figured that being here with other slaves would give me the direction in life that I needed, Sir".
Zeb's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. He approached the boy slowly, as to not startle him to much and then put his arm around the pony boy's shoulders.
"Let's you and me take a walk boy", Zeb said in his `brotherly' way.
Together they exited the stable without John Henry; who was left to wonder just what in the heck was going on.
"I've heard nothing but good things about you before I arrived", Zeb spoke softly yet in command. "There is something that I think might interest you and that something is that I feel you would better serve Master Kevin and myself if you were to become our permanent `stable boy'. I feel as if you can better not only yourself, but so many others here now and in the future".
The young slave didn't know what to think or what to say except, "Sir, yes Sir. Thank you Sir."
"I know that you love or at least seemed to love pulling the carriage around all day long, and that you've also done most of the training as a pony boy all on your own. That is most commendable boy", Zeb said squeezing the boy closer into him.
"Let's just say that from now on, you are assigned the permanent care of all of our horses. If you need help I shall see to it that you get it. If there is a problem with any of the horses you come to me or Master Kevin immediately".
The boy slave kept his eyes lowered out of respect, responding with "Sir, yes Sir".
"Excellent!" Zeb said a bit more upbeat. "We'll be training many slaves here in the fine art of carriage pulling and tandem slave wagon pulling and you'll be a most entrical part of their learning experience. One day you just might find yourself `king slave of the entire stables, with other slaves under your personal control… but let's not count chickens before they hatch".
There was a detectable smile on the slave's face as he spiritedly replied, "Sir, yes Sir". Zeb was pleased that the slave had listened to His words and understood them, as best as could be, under the circumstances.
Zeb stopped walking and stood firm as he glared down at the stable boy and began to speak in a strange tone of voice saying, "I hear tell that you were one of many in the stable the night that Master Kevin was amongst the slaves. And the things that I saw on the video of Master Kevin were or were not of his own choosing?"
The slave took several, calculated seconds, to set his mind in motion so to enable him to answer his Master's question honestly.
"Sir, Master Kevin was in the stable that night Sir, but I'd have to say that He seemed rather like he had been sedated or drugged Sir."
"How so", replied Zeb.
"Sir, it just seemed to me Sir, that Master Kevin didn't appear to be himself Sir. I mean, Sir, well… Sir… when Master Kevin was trying to pull my carriage for the first time and all…well.. Sir… Master Kevin appeared to be smiling and having a great time Sir. But inside the stable that night Master Kevin just seemed different."
Zeb continued the interrogation by asking, "So what you are telling me is that it appeared to you as if Master Kevin was mentally impaired that night. You are saying that he perhaps was drunk or drugged or something like that?"
"Sir, yes Sir", the boy meekly replied.
"There has to be more to this story boy. What else can you tell me about that night", Zeb pushed for more answers, knowing full well that whoever participated in his brothers bestial acts was to be punished beyond reproach.
"Sir, I can't say for sure Sir… but I'm pretty sure that Master Kevin was given a couple of those bottles to suck dry while he was in the stables, Sir", the slave said, feeling a wee bit nervous about where all of this might be leading to. Sir, it is not uncommon for a new slave to be brought out to the stable and forced to help groom the horses and all Sir, but… it seemed as if Master Kevin was doing things, Sir, that just about anybody wanted him to do Sir. It ain't nothing for a new slave to help out washing and cooling down the horses after a hard day of pulling, but Master Kevin was made to do a lot more than that Sir. I suppose most of what Master Kevin did was what you saw on video Sir".
Zeb didn't know if he wanted to strangle somebody or to just simply try and understand the demonic situations that slaves here had been put through.
"So, tomorrow morning, if we parade the remaining slaves through here you'll be able to point out which ones were present during Master Kevin's initiation?"
"Sir, yes Sir. I can point them out Sir, but that would be like ratting out a fellow slave Sir", the boy said with a detectable tone of real concern.
"Not really boy", Zeb quickly replied. "If you are to be in charge of the stables, then it is your responsibility to tell your Masters everything they need to know or ask. You will never be housed with any of the slaves. Your home now is the stables and that is where you shall remain. The only time another slave will be around you is when a Master or an Overseer is with them getting them all fitted out for the day, with your help of course."
The slave boy seemed to understand where this was going and he simply remained silent, expecting Zeb to expound more general information and knowledge in his direction.
The young slave's eyes seemed to brighten with every passing word from Master Zeb. It was if he'd found the one free man that he could honestly rely on to train him with and for a purpose. The slave seemed to simply become mesmerized with Master Zeb.
Now, with his hands on the slaves bare shoulders, Zeb quietly yet firmly said; "The only time a body is to be tethered to that breeding bench is when it is going to be wheeled under a stallion and not before. The days of binding a slave to that fucking thing are over, just for the pleasure and delight of being able to fuck it whenever some asshole feels like it. Is that understood?"
As the slave was being pushed to his knees he simply, yet soundly replied, "Master, yes Master".
Zeb unzipped himself and allowed his soft penis to linger momentarily before speaking again. "I'm in desperate need of a urinal and it looks as if you're the only urinal in sight".
With resounding desire and need to please his new Master, the slave quickly sealed his lips tightly around Zeb's dick and waited for what he knew would be a most delightful `treat'.
Zeb only need place his hands atop the slave's head as his flow began, in spurts, to fill the slave's eager and willing mouthhole.
"Good boy", Zeb said with a certain amount of appreciation. "You've had a great deal of practice, by the looks of it".
The young slave remained vigilant towards Master Zeb's flaccid dick, as he eagerly ran his tongue over the slit; attracting every last drop of golden nectar that was available.
Zeb continued to look down toward the slave, thinking what kind of life this slave must have had before enslaving himself to the will of free men. The youthfulness of the slave's flesh seemed to electrify Zeb's sense of touch; causing him to recall when he was the same age as the slave. Zeb encountered an unexpected, unexplained, pang of sadness for the slave; which he'd have to resolve sooner or later. He envisioned himself driving his manhood deep within the confines of the slave's gut; wanting and desiring to promote his authority over this and every other slave at Willow Knolls.
After a short mental debate, with himself, Zeb eased his cock from the slave's mouth and zipped himself up. "I must go now, as there is much work for your Master to do before sleep arrives this day", Zeb said as if he somehow felt he owed this particular slave an explanation.
The slave remained kneeling, as Zeb turned away; motioning to John Henry to follow along properly.
There was a scant moment where Zeb thought of checking on the slave barns before returning to the mansion but common sense, decency and the yearning to see Kevin overtook those thoughts.
Screw all this walking', Zeb thought to himself. Next time and thereafter I'll just use the fucking electric cart'.
Although the walk back was short, it gave Zeb plenty of time to think of, and about his brother. His mind was awash in many things, just hoping that his plan, his course of action, was going to be the right one. There was so much responsibility that had now been placed upon him and Kevin, that he began to doubt himself as to whether or not he could come through with everything `without' Kevin's help.
The sheer fact that their parents had given them the opportunity of a lifetime, but to add to that; the heavy burden of repaying the loan with it's outlandish rate of return was almost more than Zeb could handle at the moment. He only knew that with the sale of Shaun, the loan would be substantially reduced; yet, there was still much to consider and plan for. Could he do it all alone, with only having his parents to answer so many seemingly unanswerable questions?
As Zeb neared the mansion he paused to take in the waning light of the day. There was an eerie calm that quickly enveloped him. He began not to feel so desperate and alone. He realized that his parents, particularly his mother, had plans of her own for the entire town; which one day would finally get caught up with, and step into the twenty first century. A slight smile developed on Zeb's face as he thought of such a day. A glorious day where slavery was more common place for everyone, and just not the select few; especially those in high, prominent places.
Zeb's vision blazed a bright light in his brain as he saw properly dressed and decorated slaves of every shape, size and race serving free men and women. Unlike larger towns and big cities, the town would have its own niche with the way and manner any and all slaves were treated, used, and disciplined. He briefly saw himself, and Kevin, in prominent roles within the governing body of the town as well.
Zeb's faint smile quickly turned into a grin as he approached the stairs leading from outside, passed the dog kennel, as he somehow banished any immediate thoughts of Kevin's role in the immediate future. Zeb's own cock was beginning to strain beneath the fiber of his clothes. His mind was instantly transformed back to his former life as an overseer and of all the demonic, yet pleasing, functions he was permitted to have at his disposal.
To be continued