Authors Note: I started writting this chapter about ten days after I posted the last one. It has taken this long just to make, or find, the time to get this one out of my head and on to paper and then to have a family member tune up a few words and things for me. I hope you like this one.
A Lesson In Time, Chapter Fifty Three
It took only moments for Kevin to fall into a much deserved, deep sleep. Zeb was already stripped of his robe and took up a rather seductive position by one of his open bedroom windows; gazing out amongst the many structures which he and his brother now owned. The scent of country air filled his senses and seemed to heighten his own desires for something more. He knew full well that John Henry was already somewhere in the room, kneeling dutifully out of respect for a Master. Zeb's gaze and thoughts seemed to gravitate towards the horse barn where the newly assigned stable slave was more than likely already fast asleep.
Zeb tried, to no avail, to cleanse his mind of the youthful slave. Zeb knew that he was by no means a man who desired the flesh of another male; yet he couldn't get over the rather subtle innocence of the boy. Zeb's mind flashed between the stable slave and Zeb's girlfriend which seemed to cause him some discomfort. If only his girlfriend could give a blowjob like a homo could; he'd never want for anything else.
From his position, Zeb could see the dim light (s) shining through the thin curtains down at the cottage. He knew full well that Luke was more than likely enjoying the company and comfort of their house slave `Coffee'.
Casting his eyes further up the lane, Zeb noted the many brightly lit security lights which surrounded the slave barns. He could only image what Randy and Will had some of the slaves do before bedtime. Knowing those two overseers, more than likely some of the slaves were commanded to put on some sort of perverted display of a sexual nature just to keep from getting whipped or beaten. Zeb had, himself, witnessed such diverse activities many a night up north in the Dakotas; being as how he and the others had worked so closely, almost as a family in unison.
The slave processing building loomed ominously on the side of the knoll. Zeb couldn't but wonder how the four teenaged youths were doing and also how Shaun was holding up.
Zeb knew that Shaun had no chance at a reprieve tomorrow. The papers and contracts had already been signed and Shaun was going to bring both Zeb and Kevin a tidy seven figure sum; which they'd use to pay off their debt to their parents. They might even have a little money left over, which to Zeb was like rain from heaven. However, he knew all to well what Shaun's fate was to be and he also knew better than to mention it to anyone, not a soul.
Hopefully by the end of the day tomorrow, the youth slave barn would be complete and the four newly indentured teens would have a place that would not only provide them safety from the older and more sadistic slaves on the farm; but it would also provide a safe haven for himself and his buddies where they might just find a certain joy' or an abundance of hormonal release'.
Zeb turned around, expecting to simply go to bed and to sleep; but John Henry was quick on his feet to pull the covers back and to fluff the pillows. Once Zeb had situated himself, John Henry, without request or permission, simply slid into the bed also.
"Good night Master" , John Henry said in a nearly silent whisper as the lights went off and Zeb's arm stretched over the slave's upper torso. Both humans were asleep and in their own personal dream worlds within minutes.
Back on the east coast, across the street from the Latimore's mansion, laid <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" />Tyler in his own bed. It was eerily quiet in his house, yet he knew that his mother and perhaps even his father were using their temporary slave, Carol.
Tyler had had an extremely exhausting three days. He'd been counseled and primed for his internship in many of the same ways as Kevin and the intern before him.
Tyler was exploring the company owned laptop that Ms. Mudfart had supplied him with. He thought that by getting acquainted with the computer now, instead of later; that he might not have to spend so much time in fumbling through while trying to get out his daily reports back to the lady.
Tyler's mind regressed back to the first day, the first hour that he'd stepped foot into Mr. Latimore's building. The world of slavery had hit him full force just by the sheer magnitude of efficiency that enveloped the entire work force there; not to mention the countless number of naked or scantily clad slaves that he passed in the corridors. He'd met the slave in the executive wash room and he too enjoyed using the slave as his personal urinal, not forgetting to mention the most excellent job the slave did of performing oral sex.
Tyler enjoyed meeting all of the people who he would be reporting to during his internship. Most of them seemed honest and sincere as they each wished him well in his journey. He knew that tomorrow he'd meet Mr. Alderton for the very first time and more than one employee had told Tyler about Mr. Alderton's strange ways of getting his personal views across. For the moment it didn't seem to have any ill effect on Tyler; who by all rights had a level head on his shoulders and a more than adequate package if he needed to assert himself.
Tyler recalled his brief but fact filled meeting with Mr. Latimore. Mr. Latimore seemed to be a lot nicer in person than the man, the father, that Kevin had from time to time made him out to be.
Tyler's thought process had brought him to Zeb, and he realized that perhaps he should have been more of a friend with Zeb as the two were growing up. There was a slight hint of jealousy within Tyler, just for the fact that the Latimore kids seemed to have grown up without a worry or want their whole life.
Tyler keyed in a couple of strokes on the laptop and screen after screen of male and female slaves began to scroll up; page after page, after page. As if something took control over him and his thinking, Tyler waited until the scroll had come to a stop and in the box marked `search' he typed in Kevin's name.
"Search failed to locate a Kevin Latimore" began to flash on the computer screen.
Tyler discovered an area on the computer that listed certain company employees and officials; so he ventured a guess that he might find Kevin's name list there, and it was.
Attached to Kevin's file folder were photographs of Kevin's introduction to the SIM and Tyler couldn't but feel relieved that he wasn't put through the same paces as Kevin had to endure. There was little else there, mindful of a few pages of notes put there by some of the division heads. Tyler read the notes not once but twice. Tyler was amazed at discovering how the employees of Mr. Latimore could write seemingly harmful tidbits about his neighbor. Words just seem to pop off the screen. Words like `submissive' seemed to be the more predominate words of them all. "Not a leader" was also in evidence. "This intern appears to be more of a follower than a leader", "this intern appears to need further guidance in slave handling and protocol" was another interesting notation.
"In my professional opinion, this intern lacks all the qualities we'd expect from someone of his age and background. Suggest said internship be extended for an additional twelve months or internship should be terminated". What caught Tyler's attention was the name attached to the comment... Alderton.
Tyler paused, and thought for a moment of all the comments he'd just read about his neighbor Kevin. The thought of having this Mr. Alderton' be the one to pick him up at Hicksville' airport, seemed to put a bit of stress on Tyler. Of all of Tyler's acquaintances, regardless of how mundane the friendship was, Tyler didn't like to hear, see or read anything derogative about them. "I will just have to see and evaluate everything for myself", thought Tyler. "Kevin seemed way to bright to become so stupid and irresponsible like these people say he is."
For a few minutes Tyler revisited the many years he, Zeb and Kevin had been `friends'. Of the two neighborhood boys, Tyler seemed to have a better understanding and feel for Kevin as compared to his older brother Zeb. Many fun and fond memories of himself and Kevin came to mind; and it was only now that Tyler recalled that Kevin had never had a serious relationship with any girl.
If the connotations of what others had commented on about Kevin were even `remotely' true it was beginning to stir some inner turmoil with Tyler; as he was now feeling rather stupid for not seeing it for himself after all of these years.
Tyler looked over at the bedside clock, which was reading 1:14. He was about to close the laptop and get some sleep before the alarm sounded at six; when suddenly the familiar chime sounded alerting him of an email being sent to him.
Tyler quickly and without pause, clicked on his mail icon and discovered that he'd just received and email from none other than Mr. Latimore himself.
The email started off in what appeared to be nothing more than a standard `welcome' letter for new employees. After reading through three of four paragraphs of b.s., Tyler came to a part which immediately grabbed every grain of his thought process.
Mr. Latimore was writing about his own family and the family structure within. Tyler immediately began to think that perhaps Mr. Latimore had been hitting the sauce a wee tad bit too much. Geezish... Tyler was reading things about his neighbors across the street that he really didn't care or even need to know. Mr. Latimore was going on and on about the virtues of the National Slave Registry and the benefits thereof. Tyler became captivated by the in depth information that he was reading on the subject of slave ownership and the benefits which slaves can and usually do provide. Tyler already knew that slaves had to do whatever was commanded of them, but the more he read about the sexual practices amongst freemen, slave owners and the slave (s) he quickly realized that it was as if he was reading an `adult publication'. Tyler's penis had engorged itself and was now attempting, in vain, to escape the confines of his butt hugging undies.
Tyler kept on reading the email, but was now stroking himself through the lycra fabric of his skimpy briefs. He began to wonder if all of the people he'd had to have a conference with lately, had somehow discovered some deep hidden wants, needs or desires.
It wasn't long after, that Tyler wiggled out of his undies and began to stroke his dick in a long slow rhythmic fashion.
Tyler finished the email, which had really, REALLY, peaked his sexual prowess; and set the laptop aside for the night. What he didn't explore on the computer, he'd have plenty of time on the plane ride to do so.
With his eyes closed, now focusing on the written words, Tyler picked up the pace with his solo masturbation. At the peak of the climax Tyler's brain could think of nothing else, nor could his body have become more rigid as thoughts of Kevin ran through his head. Tyler's orgasm spewed his seed up to his chest and a few strands of nectar even fell on his face.
Tyler lay there, to exhausted to even clean the sweet scented sperm from his body. He just allowed it to finally run off and become absorbed into the fabric of his bedding; as he fell asleep.
As Tyler's alarm clock began buzzing, little did he know or imagine that his place of summer internship had already been a bevy of activity. At Willow Knolls the day for the slaves begins at five in the morning.
Out at Willow Knolls the slaves had already gotten up, given each other there required morning enema and were lining up to receive their new, leaner, breakfast kibbles; which were a far cry from the worldly food they'd been accustomed to eating. Sure.. there were plenty of moans and groan over their new diet but Randy and Will (Willard) seemed to take it all in stride, as for every complaining mouth received a short but effective jolt from a slave prod; from either Will or Randy. It didn't take but for having at the most three or four slaves bitch about the new diet before everybody quickly realized that there was no use in complaining.
It was also a busy time down at the main house as well. While Kevin still slept, two delivery trucks were unloading their wares. Jordan, John Henry and Coffee were working well together hustling all the boxes into the house.
Zeb was standing in the foyer directing where each box was to be set down; smiling as he more than any other knew what the boxes contained.
Up in the induction barn Shaun was still hanging where he'd been left for the night. His body glistened from the sheer amount of perspiration that had accumulated during the night. Shaun had little, if any, sleep at all the entire time.
The four teenaged boys were still locked securely in their stocks. There were four pairs of sore and weak knees for sure. The entire induction center had the stench of human excrement filling the air.
Up the hill at the horse barn, the slave was just finishing up his own morning meal; which, like the other slaves, consisted of nothing more than slave kibbles and water. His mornings are near always the same; let the horses out into the corral and then muck out the stalls. He always seemed to have a smile on his face when a Master or overseer wasn't around. He, of all the slaves, knew his place in today's society and he was happy and content with his life and his world. He also had the feeling that Master Zeb had taken a liking to him and he'd wondered if there should be any further time used on probing such thoughts.
In town, Mr. Alderton was also awake. He had already relieved himself in one of the two available slaves' mouth hole. His shower was nothing short of magnificent, with having both of the slaves gently wash his entire body. Alderton knew probably more than anyone, what all was in store for today. When he is away from his office, he is normally in constant communication with either Mr. or Mrs. Latimore. His mind bubbled over with the excitement which was forthcoming. It was going to be a glorious day at Willow Knolls, not to mention picking up the new intern from the Hicksville airport.
As the company limo pulled away from Tyler's home, Mr. Latimore was standing at the open gate which led up to his own house. He half waved and managed a half smile as Tyler went passed. Mr. Latimore didn't even bother to hide the fact that he was rubbing his crotch with the other hand, soothing the savage erection under his silk bathrobe.
When the plane was airborne, Tyler took out his laptop and once again went directly to the company page and began to click through each and every single page that there was for him to see. He wanted, more than anything, to do every single thing right, just to insure himself a place in the corporation; which promised him a sizeable salary over the long term.
The first of the two delivery trucks was pulling away as Coffee was instructed to begin breakfast preparations. Jordan was instructed to attend to Master Kevin; leaving just John Henry and the truck driver to finish unloading.
Luke seemed to be the only one who wasn't actually doing much of anything; other than riding around in the cart, inspecting the daily routine (s) of the slaves initial day. He didn't even bother going up to the stables; but did manage to stop off at the induction barn to taunt Shaun and the teenagers. Nothing more than a good dose of verbal abuse and humiliation spewed from his mouth towards the four youthful offenders, but much more was in store for Shaun, who was beginning to shake uncontrollably. Tyler's train of thought was momentarily interrupted when he thought of the way his day had already started off. The first thing which was different than other days was the idea of having to wear something other than his own clothes. He'd been given a small package the day before which was said to contain the only clothes he'd be needing for the trip out to Willow Knolls. A nice powder blue button down shirt with the Latimore Corporation logo on it was the first thing he noticed. Beneath the shirt was a pair of dark blue shorts. Under the shorts was a surprise. A light pink pair of low rise undies glared out at him. There was also a pair of nice sandals which seemed to compliment the clothes.
Then there was the early and fast breakfast. This morning things felt a bit odd however. He sat alone at the family dining table as their temporary slave, Carol, served him a light but healthy meal. It was the first time he'd even spent a single solitary second thinking about the naked slave girl. He wondered if either of her two brothers would be inquiring about her. Yes, she still maintained her beauty but that was about all. Everything else about her seemed to have changed drastically. Tyler wondered if he should lie or at least `stretch the truth' should either Zeb or Kevin ask about her. He was brought up in a family which had strong beliefs and morals (?) and he knew better than to start lying at this stage in his life. Could he actually tell the slave girl's brothers that both of his parents had used Carol in some form of sexual pleasures?
Jordan had made his way up to Kevin's room. Kevin was still sleeping like a gentle giant.
Not knowing whether or not to wake his Master, Jordan simply began to tidy up the room although there wasn't much of anything that needed attention at the moment. He kept looking at his Master locked to the bed. A flood of emotions filled the slave's heart and soul, along with myriads of thoughts and questions racing through his own head. Jordan knew better than to have feelings for this Master or any other Master. His only concern now was to be pleasing, obedient and dutiful; not one of emotional connections.
Jordan had little time to himself, as Coffee brought Master Kevin's breakfast into his room. On the tray was the familiar bowl filled to the brim with hogboy chow, a bowl of orange juice and nothing more. Jordan gave Coffee a scornful look and all that Coffee could do was to shrug his shoulders as if to say... "I'm just following orders". The sound of the engine starting from the truck down below got Coffee to scamper back downstairs to the kitchen while Jordan knelt dutifully next to his Master's bed. How could all of this commotion and noise `not' waken his Master?
As the truck pulled away, the sound of footsteps could be heard on the bare hardwood floor of the upstairs hallway. It was Master Zeb coming to check on his brother.
Zeb seemed pleased that Kevin was still sleeping. He noted Jordan kneeling and pointed to John Henry to kneel beside Jordan. Zeb took to sitting on Kevin's bed, staring intently at his brother.
Zeb's left hand began to gently rub Kevin's rib cage while the other hand seemed to as if move in such a way as to have been brushing back Kevin's hair.. if Kevin would have had hair of course. "Kev, oh Kev", Zeb said quietly. "It's time to get up bro. Come on now and wake up for your big brother now".
A not so gentle pinch of Kevin's left nipple got Kevin to stir. Zeb greeted his brother with a smile. "Wake up sleepy head. You aren't planning on sleeping the entire day are you?" Zeb jokingly said.
Noting that Kevin's breakfast was sitting on the floor Zeb felt obligated to assure himself that Kevin was awake enough to be able to consume the less than normal food.
"Wake up bro, it's chow time", Zeb said with a gleeful, cheerful tone in his voice.
Looking over to Jordan, Zeb quickly snapped out his first order of the day. "Get your ass downstairs and help the other slave boy sort through the boxes. Check with the house slave to see where each of the boxes needs to be placed."
Jordan dutifully obeyed Master Zeb.
"Now listen bro", Kevin began. "I've got some really and important shit to tell you so you'd best be awake and alert."
"Sure Zeb", Kevin responded; "Sorry Master, but I forgot my manners". Zeb smiled inwardly as if knowing that his brother was still dealing with the effects of the drug laced liquids from yesterday and before.
"I don't want to alarm you or nothing but I have had some information now for at least since you went up to Windy Hills and I'm needing to share it with you", Zeb said, now with a semi-serious sound in his voice.
For sure, Zeb had captured all of Kevin's attention now and continued. "You know the slave John Henry? Well, I've put two and two together and I come up with the fact that if dad had him snitching on the last two ass wipes who owned this place; that dad probably has him squealing on you and me. So, I've made a phone call or three and I have made a sizeable monetary agreement with the slave's own father to have him shipped back to Guatemala. With the little shit out of the way, we will have one less worry on our hands."
Kevin was stunned by the revelation which he'd just heard. "You mean that John Henry's old man has agreed to buy his own son back. Holy crap", Kevin managed to say without slurring words.
"Hell ya and to say that the old man has offered up a sizeable six figure sum for the little fucker, we both will be able to bank the money for now. Oh and speaking of money bro; yesterday I had a good friend of mine do some `back door' financing and now all of your money, all of my money and all of Willow Knolls money is now in new accounts that only you and I have access to and nobody else... not even mom and dad can get their hands on it."
Kevin seemed either spellbound or stupefied, because his mouth just simply hung open in silence.
"Now we gotta remember that Tyler is coming soon along with Mr. Alderton. We gotta play it real cool around Mr. Alderton for the day but we don't have to worry about Tyler. I've sent him an email and I'm here to tell you that he will be a most excellent person to have around here. Tyler is going to play along the best he can under the circumstances but I'm not so sure he even knows what to expect". Zeb simply grinned, as only Zeb knew what was in store for Tyler.
"Okay Master", Kevin replied; "Master knows best for everything."
If Kevin wasn't Zeb's own flesh and blood nor if he'd not been chemically induced; Zeb probably, more than likely, would have wailed the poor guy's body for failing to respond properly, but he let it pass without cause to punish Kevin.
Quickly but with resolute, Zeb changed the subject. "Kevin, for now just feel free to say what it is that's on your mind. It's just you and me and you haven't had your special drink yet today so don't feel as if you have to be so damn submissive; that is, unless you feel you have to."
Kevin simply keep his eyes fixed on Zeb's and waited for his brother to speak again.
Zeb stood up and eased his silk robe from his body; allowing Kevin to witness his brother in the way (s) that he'd done many times while growing up.
"Damn Zeb, you look better now than the last time I saw you naked", Kevin blurted out.
Zeb laughed politely and with reserve. "Well, I'm guessing that you will be seeing me like this just more than today Kevin". Kevin smiled.
"I gotta tell you bro", Zeb said; "Yesterday when you were down in the sling, you sure did excite my inner feelings a whole hell of a lot. I couldn't resist seeing you all bound up and with that pretty hood over your entire face. I knew, or at least felt that I knew that you'd like to feel the head of my cock in your mouth. How'd ya like swallowing your own brother's piss?"
"It was okay I guess. Well ... better than just okay", Kevin answered.
"Before I head out this morning, what say you take care of what I didn't get last night", Zeb questioned with a smile.
Kevin, half puzzled by the question didn't have much time to respond. Zeb climbed on top of the bed; his nutsack just behind his brother's bare head.
"I always think it is so much better when a guy gets his nuts sucked and licked before getting a decent blowjob", Zeb muttered.
Not that Kevin would have any choice in the matter. His body was still firmly tethered to the bed.
"You mean that you actually, after all these years, want me to suck your cock?"
Another short giggle from Zeb before he stated, "Hell ya bro. I know you want to and you know you want to so what the hell is so wrong with it if we both want and need it."
Zeb adjusted himself once again, as he eased his torso downward. Kevin's mouth was now like an eager baby bird waiting to be fed. The soft hairs on Zeb's nutsack slipped passed Kevin's lips as Kevin eagerly sucked them in deeper and deeper.
"Oh yeah bro", Zeb said. "Fuck, even my girl friend doesn't have a mouth like yours. I guess you gay guys really do know what a real man desires and needs."
It was a beautiful thing for Kevin to see Zeb's cock engorge with copious amounts of blood the harder he sucked and licked Zeb's balls. The fresh scent of worldly soap filled Kevin's nostrils; which gave him a flashback as to what using human soap to wash with was all about.
Zeb continued to offer suggestions on the art of `proper' nut sucking and Kevin listened and obeyed his brother. Little did Kevin know that Zeb nearly enjoyed getting his balls worshiped as he did getting a good blowjob. It was going to be a lengthy process before Kevin would finally get a taste of Zeb's offering and Zeb knew it all to well. He could restrain himself for quite some time before needing to drain his nutsack.
Up in the processing barn, Shaun had been removed from his over night restraints and was now chained down inside a transporting cage; awaiting departure for a place or places which he only knew that his life was going to get a whole heck of a lot worse. His ass sported the standard, oversized, anal plug and his wonderfully abused and bruised cock was stuffed with a catheter; which purposely drained itself right back into Shaun's gagged mouth.
The four teens were being tended to by several older and more mature slaves from barn number two. Each of the teens had been scrubbed so much that their skin was as red as a Florida sunburn and itched like a dog covered in fleas. All four of the teens still had to receive several, if not many, anal cleansings before they'd be released from their chains in the shower room.
Out in the main part of the processing barn, some impromptu benches had been set up; while four complete sets of binding chains were being put in place where Shaun had hung for a day.
There was a small commotion outside of the processing barn as several vehicles had pulled up and the occupants of those vehicles were trading rude, if not down right snide comments towards one another. If only the four teens knew what was in store for them.
The plane with Tyler aboard was now just a half hour away from landing. Within the plane Tyler had kept himself busy with the laptop and its contents. He had read just about everything there was to read and then some, more than once.
As Tyler's eyes surveyed the billow of clouds the plane was descending through, he briefly recalled the three or four times the he and Kevin had been `curious' during their early teen years. He could still vividly see the two of them up in Kevin's room jerking each other off to a momentous climax. What had changed with each of them, Tyler thought. He'd never once even thought that Kevin was gay and he had never even considered himself gay or even remotely bi-sexual. Now things were different. Many things that once were taken for granted were no more.
Tyler knew that he'd be having a rather deep discussion about Willow Knolls and the pro's and con's of leaving the employ of one Mr. Latimore back on the east coast. He also was keenly aware that these thoughts and conversations were not to escape his lips no matter whom or what asked about such things; unless of course it was Zeb Latimore.
Tyler's thoughts were momentarily interrupted by the announcement of their pending landing, but he soon returned to his own thoughts.
Mr. Alderton had long since parked at the airport, and was now sipping the last few ounces of coffee which he'd purchased inside the terminal. He was aglow with anticipation. Mr. Alderton was finally going to meet the `Tyler' kid. He had read what there was to read about him from all of the interviews and the scant medical testing that Tyler had undergone. Alderton was keenly aware that the new intern had been given a pair of tight pink undies to wear and he was hoping that Tyler just might ask him as to the purpose, function and duration of wearing such underwear.
The sudden thud, the roar of engines brought the plane to a slow crawl as it made it's way to the terminal building. Tyler was both anxious, yet nervous, about his impending meeting with Mr. Alderton; and yet more excited at hanging around Zeb and Kevin. Tyler also knew that he'd have to `play it cool' until the contingent from the east coast were well on their way back home.
Perhaps Tyler had been given false hopes which might have been the leading cause for his over eagerness to sign on as an intern with Mr. Latimore's company. Perhaps Tyler might find that the grass is not always greener on the other side of the fence. Perhaps Tyler might find that his internship would amount to no different that the previous interns who signed on, and then vanished from society all together. Time would tell.
What slaves hadn't been assigned a specific work detail for the morning had been confined to their respective slave holding barn. Those sent out to tend to and toil at a task were doing so but now they were all wearing shackles about their ankles. Until such time as `Trustees' could be appointed, shackles were to be the standard of the day at Willow Knolls.
ponyboi' was busy all morning long. He didn't need any guidance or instructions to fulfill his obligations to his Master or the beautiful horses. ponyboi' felt secure in his new world; especially after yesterday with Master Zeb. As he wiped down the breeding bench, he couldn't but help to think about which slave would be the first to be bound to the tough, soft, leather to await the erect shaft of one of the stallions.
All four teens were pompously marched back towards the `treatment' area of the processing barn, where they would receive a lot more than what they had, or might have had expected.
The hushed chatter of the people sitting on the wooden benches died down instantly as the four teens came in to view. The six manly slaves, under the direction of Luke, made quick work of restraining the teens to their places. Their arms now stretched up and out as their legs were stretched out and down; barely able to maintain balance.
The teens faces where now ashen white/grey, as their eyes focused on the humans sitting just ten feet in front of them. Each of the teens had all or a part of their family present to watch, witness and help with their induction into slavery.
Zeb was just now beginning to feel the pleasure of Kevin's lips and tongue on his rigid cock. Little droplets of pre-cum were finding the taste buds on Kevin's tongue; which elicited a sorta inner victory for Kevin.
Zeb had leaned forward enough so that he could use just one arm to support himself during the oral copulations, while using the other hand to firmly squeeze Kevin's bound tight nuts.
"I think bro, that you like being told what to do, and when to do it", Zeb said in a soft monotone voice. "You like having your cock stuffed like this with a catheter. You like the idea that your balls are tied atop your dick. And, I'm thinking that you like the idea of being naked and hairless."
Kevin heard every word, but with his mouth stuffed to the gullet with throbbing penis, he couldn't answer.
"I guess that some time soon I'm just going to have to fuck this pretty ass of yours before I turn you over to Luke for a few days".
Zeb muttered several unrecognizable words as his sperm spewed into and down the throat of Kevin.
Kevin was not content just yet, so he continued sucking Zeb's cock long after the last of the sperm had been perfectly drained.