Date: Thu, 21 Dec 2006 17:08:21 EST
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: a lesson in time part 11

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A Lesson In Time,  Chapter  Eleven


I don't know how long I sucked on `616s' dick. I really didn't care, just
for  the simple fact that by my sucking on his cock, I was also learning how to
 perform oral sex better; and more importantly it took my mind away from the
pain  in my balls, dick and every other place now racked with  discomfort.

The slave's scent was somewhat intoxicating, compared to the first night. His
 naked flesh, free from pubic hair seemed to be another thing which I found
exciting; as I finally got all of his cock deep within my mouth. He moved his
hands between my ears and head; sometimes rubbing the small area right behind
my  ears, as if I was some kind of  puppy.

By  the time the slave erupted, seeding a rather large amount of sperm into
my mouth  and throat; my own cock pulsed, in pain, as I felt another small
donation being  sucked into the collection  tube.

I saw  the gentle and caring smile of my slave, as he withdrew his cock and
once again  activated the vacuum device, clearing the small tube and my dick of
any and all  remnants of  semen.

"That  one seemed to be a lot better than the last one Sir", he spoke with a
hint of  glee to his voice. "There is now just over 15 and a half cc's in
the collection  tube. We might just make it after  all."

I  looked in the mirror to notice `616' tapping the side of the collection
tube, as  if he was amazed at the sight of my milky white sperm. The next thing
I felt  were the slave's hands, hefting my balls up and gently lowering them.
I couldn't  believe that the bag of fluid had completely drained; leaving, as
the technician  said, bull balls. If I hadn't been told beforehand about the
need to infibulate  a slave's scrotum; I probably would have been scared to
death at the sheer size  in which mine had now  transformed.

The machine seemed to slacken in intensity, which was a great relief;
although  the weight of the two sleeves, combined with the hours of constant
stroking, had  left my cock very sore. I could even begin to feel the beginnings of my
cock  starting to soften, which in itself was another blessing. I knew,
however, that  such a deliberate pause would only return with a vengeance; to which
I had no  choice but to  tolerate.

The clock on the wall was indicating the hour to be just after eleven; which
meant that I'd have at least another hour before the technician  returned.

An  uncanny feeling came over me all of a sudden, as I looked at my dangling
ballsack. I could not even see the outline of my nuts, due to the amount of
liquid which had filled and grossly stretched the scrotal sac. The discomfort
had to have been coming from just the weight of the liquid, which was now  `
floating' my balls inside. I had to admit, that in some ways it looked awesome.
 I never in a million years would have believed it, if I hadn't now seen it
and  felt it. I giggled just thinking what it would be like if my balls were
actually  those big all the time. I even wondered why a slave would object to
this  process, as now that I'm experiencing it, it doesn't seem all that bad.
But,  perhaps it is just because I have a personal slave helping me through it,
which  makes it seem perfectly  normal.

Staring back into the mirror, I could easily watch `616' massaging my balls,
so  I asked him why he was doing it and he simply replied that, one, he liked
doing  it for me, and two, it might help to stimulate me to another orgasm
and a better  production of seminal fluid. I went into a mode of questions which
seemed  appropriate for the time, as it would also allow me to gain a better
understanding of a pleasure slave's  thinking.

"So boy, tell me why it is that you like pleasuring men so much", I asked,
in  such a way that one wouldn't notice that I was the `boy' for  now.

"Well  Sir, ever since I can remember; that's all that I've been trained to
do. They  did try to teach me how to mount a female, but I couldn't seem to
get the hang  of it. Ever since then, I've been more or less assigned to males
who come to  conduct business with Mr.  Trumbull."

"But `616', how long ago was it when they tried to teach you about females"
, I  asked in a real sincere  voice.

"Sir,  it was after my first milking, right in this very room. Mr. Wilton
said I was a  real `pumper' and he sent me to live in the female room for a
whole  month."

"So  tell me `616', the best you can, what happened during that month that
you stayed  with the females", I asked of the boy, who now looked as if he was
about to  cry.

"Sir, I  failed miserably there Sir. I tried to explain to Mr. Wilton and Mr.
Trumbull  that I didn't understand my tasks, but they punished me  anyway."

"There's no way you can be punished for not understanding `616', you must
have  done something wrong. Tell Sir what it was that you did  wrong."

"Well Sir, the females told Mr. Wilton that I was unable to perform
satisfactorily with my mouth. Then they told him that my `slave rod' wasn't big
enough to satisfy a normal female. But the worst of it all came when they told
Mr. Wilton that I cried like a baby when the females all tried to push rubber
dicks up my butt  Sir."

Wanting and needing to sound sympathetic I asked, "tell me `616' more of
this  female training you had. How old were you when you were left with the
females?  How old were you when you began learning how to pleasure a man? And, tell
me of  the female who gave birth to  you."

"Well  Sir, the female who bore me was named `389' and she was a nice female
too. I  stayed with her and two other females who had just birthed new slave
babies. Mr.  Trumbull said that I should have stayed with her longer and that'
s why I did so  badly in the female compound. I was one of the first slaves
born here and  everybody was trying to see just how well I was going to do with
both the males  and females. That's why the females told Mr. Wilton that I wasn
't any good for  them. Now the new slave babies stay with their birth female
until they have  learned much more than I did. They even get to suckle tits
for more years than I  got to. They told me that two years of suckling wasn't
enough time for a slave  baby to feel the need to please a female. Now the
babies suckle females until  they are around five or six years old, and by then Mr.
Wilton decides if they  are good enough to train as a slave for a female. If
Mr. Wilton decides that the  slave isn't going to perform well with a female,
he punishes the slave and sends  him right over to the male compound for
training. Mr. Trumbull gets upset when a  slave is taken into the male compound. He
says that there is more profitability  when a new slave is trained for a
female,  Sir."

"But  `616' there's something missing here. You're telling me that you were
first  trained with males, then you went to train with females and then they
sent you  back to the males?" I asked in  earnest.

"Yes Sir, after I left my birthing female, I was sent right into the male
compound and that's where I learned a lot of nice things and the males treated
me pretty good to. But when Mr. Trumbull had a call for a slave boy to go to a
 new female owner, the only one he had around was me, so that's why he sent
me to  live with the  females."

I  just had to ask, "But why `616' did you have a hard time with the `
rubber  dick'?"

"Well Sir, the males were never allowed to play with my pucker hole until I
had  my first milking but they took me right from here over to the female
compound.  The females weren't very nice to me from the beginning. They started
poking them  things up my butt the minute the door was locked. I was being
mounted like that,  at the same time the females pushed themselves onto my mouth and
it was hard for  me to learn to do two things at the same time. My dick,
according to the females  wasn't proper size to allow them to feel `comfortable'.
Everything there was all  bad for the whole month Sir. They tried to teach me
how to drink their pee, but  it was a lot harder than doing it will all the
nice male slaves, so that got  them all mad at me. The madder they got, the
worse it was for me. They told Mr.  Wilton that the only thing I was good for was
as a `bath  slave'.

"So  ever since then, you've not been to the female compound? You've not
once thought  about asking to go back and try again? You are happy doing what you
are doing  here? Don't you ever think about being taken off the compound to
another place  and living a life with just you and a  master?"

"Sir, no Sir", `616' replied. "Not once have I been back Sir. Sometimes the
 females come to my bed and tease me with their nakedness, but I don't have a
 desire within me to comply with their wishes.  And, yes Sir, I'm very happy
here, doing what I do. I'm especially happy now, that Sir is here as I can
finally prove to Mr. Wilton and Mr. Trumbull that I've learned everything that
they've taught me Sir. They said if I displeased you in any way, during your
stay that I'd have to be sent off to some strange place Sir. I don't want to
go  away Sir, so please tell me if I'm not pleasing you. I'll try harder
Sir, honest  I will. If I had to be sent away, I'd like to be sent to someone
like Sir, or  even to Sir, if Sir would have a retch like me,  Sir".

"Come  here boy and get down here and face me so that I can see your face
when you are  speaking to me." I moved my eyes so that I could see the slaves
body as he left  my scrotum and came to the front, allowing me to see his angelic
face. My neck  was really starting to bother me as I'd been trying my best to
keep my head  elevated instead of facing down towards the floor; but I could
see so much more  this way, that it was worth the strain on my neck  muscles.

"Is  this better Sir?" the slave  asked.

"Closer boy, get closer. I want you so close to my face that I can feel the
air  leaving your body", I said in a rather quiet  tone.

The  slave moved even closer, as I'd commanded him too. There was just enough
slack  left in my neck that I could, and did, put my lips to his. His lips
were like  satin and his response to my kiss was like nothing I'd ever
experienced before.

His hands  held my head as he slowly presented his tongue to me; which I had
no problem  accepting. I, we, seemed to be in a whole other place, a different
world; until  the door to the milking parlor opened  up.

No  comments were made to `616' or I, as the technician, the doctor, and Mr.
Wilton  came into the  room.

"Let's  see how well the two lads have done", Mr. Wilton said with a jovial
tone to his  voice.
As the doctor  knelt by my side, evidently removing the collection tube he
replied, "Doesn't  look like Master Kevin has done all that well, which is
rather surprising  considering his  youthfulness."

"We still have another eleven hours or so before we have to stop the  `
treatment', so perhaps after a short rest, the two can find other ways to  excite
Master Kevin's body to produce more sperm cells", added Mr.  Wilton.

Handing the vial of my semen to the technician for processing and freezing,
the  doctor spoke once more saying, "Let me first check his scrotal elongation
first  and then I need to remove the extraction cylinder from his penis and
check it  also... we wouldn't want him to have a sore dick, now would we?"   The
three men broke out into uncontrollable laughter; as `616' remained kneeling
in  front of me, his hands now behind his head in the proper  position.

The doctor was none to gentle with my nutsack as he hefted it, measured it
and  felt for the location of my two orbs, which were floating around in there
somewhere. "I suppose I could either add another half bag of saline to Master
Kevin's scrotum or I could inject them with our enhancer medication. I could
also do both for his consideration; and let's not forget that I can add
another  bag of IV solution for his hydration and add the medicine which we
sometimes use  on the females. Which ever we decide, I'm sure that Master Kevin will
make the  proper mental adjustments. After all, I'm sure that he doesn't want
to kneel  like this all day long, like a common  slave."

The  next thing I know, and feel, as I winced is the heavy cylindrical object
being  removed from my cock. It was a breath of fresh air to my system as my
dick fell  towards the floor, finally  free.

There  were a few mumbles from the doctor as he inspected my cock, lifting
it, twisting  it and spreading the opening of it. "Seems to be fine, from a
medical stand  point. Nothing more that some minor bruising, which probably was
caused by  non-sufficient lubrication before being encased. I'd have to say he'
s capable,  penis wise, to go another ten hours; but I'm not sure if he can
produce the  amount of sperm you require of  him."

"TEN  HOURS!" I blurted out. "No man can go ten hours more in this
contraption. That's  insane. Let's just consider what I've donated already as being
sufficient,  OKAY?"

"Master Kevin, there's no need to speak that way. We're only doing what is
best  for you, your father, his company and one of our guest. What say, we give
you a  break, for... say... an hour. Let you rest up and then we'll try again
and if by  supper time, you've not manufactured the sixty cc's.... then we'll
take a more  in-depth look at the situation", Mr. Wilton said, almost as if he
was taking to  one of his employees or even a  slave.

"Quite a good suggestion, indeed", commented the doctor, as the technician
returned with a new collection vial. "Perhaps if we induce him, we might even
be  able to make the `treatment' conclude in ... say... three hours. Then young
Master  Kevin can have the rest of today and all of tomorrow to rest up and
allow his  body to absorb the saline solution which now fills his scrotum. If it
were me,  I'd probably opt for the quicker of the  options."

Before I had time to think or to answer the doctor, Mr. Wilton had `616' up
and  running for a urine bucket; which `616' quickly brought back and
carefully place  beneath me, lifting my cock up and then lowering it back down, into
the bucket.  I hadn't thought about pissing until then, but I still was very
hesitant to do  it, with three other men standing  around.

"Well, perhaps we should let `616' have his lunch and then we'll get things
 started again", the technician chimed in with his two cents  worth.

"Mr.  Wilton", I began; "I don't think I can handle another five, six or
even ten  hours kneeling like this, thinking that my body will produce the
amount of sperm  which is requested. I've decided to let the doctor do what he
feels is in my  best interest to promote a faster production of my semen and that
way we can all  just get this over  with."

"A  wise choice Master Kevin, a wise choice indeed", replied Mr. Wilton. "I
can see  much of your father in your decision. Is it not him who believes in
time  utilized to the fullest? Isn't he the one who is always saying something
like;  "Let this be another Lesson In  Time?"

"Run  along `616' and have your lunch, but don't lag. Master Kevin will
most assuredly  need your companionship by the time you've finished eating",
said the  technician.

It didn't take the doctor or the technician long, before they began fixing me
up  for the afternoon. I received another bag of glop for my meal, another
bag of  something was hung for my IV solution and the doctor fixed me up with
another  bag of saline for my  nuts.

"Now  you'll probably feel some `tingly' sensation in your scrotum Master
Kevin. That  would be the enhancement solution which I've added to the mix. And
once I inject  another medication into your IV, you'll begin to feel rather `
silly' and start  to have some rather weird thoughts and ideas running
through your head.   After which, you'll fall into a nice comfortable sleep while we
continue to  extract fluid from you", so said the  doctor.

"Yeah, and I'd like to be in Master Kevin's brain while those thoughts and
ideas  are occurring", piped in the technician; only to get a rather cursed
comment in  return from Mr.  Wilton.

The  tingling in my balls wasn't long in coming, at it actually felt kind of
nice at  first. After a few minutes, it began to feel as it my nuts were being
taken over  by a massive amount of ants; as they seemed to be moving with
wild  abandon.

Whatever chemical they had injected into my IV, seemed to burn as it began
flowing through my body. It almost felt like my stomach was going to `hurl',
but  it didn't.

The doctor supervised the technician, as he applied a generous amount of
lubrication to my cock; before fitting me again with the lexan cylinder. I
heard, rather fuzzy, the sound of the machine starting up; as the three men  stood
there and began talking. I couldn't even understand what they were saying;
and they were less than five feet away from me.  A pat on my head and the  three
men left me alone, to ponder my  afternoon.

I  wasn't sure of anything, as the fog of uncertainty began to lift from
within my  head. At first all I knew was that I was laying flat on my back. I
could feel  cool air float over my entire body, thusly indicating that wherever I
was; I was  still totally naked. There wasn't much light in the room either,
even as the  cloudiness in my brain began to clear; the room still appeared
dimly  lit.

Yes, I  was back in my cottage. My legs appeared to be in some kind of
harness, keeping  them spread out wide and about a foot off of the bed. My cock and
balls ached,  as if someone had kicked them squarely. My mouth was parched and
I had a mild  headache. All of the bags and tubes were gone, except the IV
needle in the back  of my wrist.

The smell of something delicious filled the air, which I could only assume it
 was from `616'  cooking.

"It's great to see Sir is awake", came a joyous exclamation from `616'. "I'
m  happy that Sir didn't sleep the night away, just yet  anyway."

I  turned my head to focus on his voice and as my eyes continued to adjust to
the  lighting, I could see the slave's all to familiar  smile.

"Sir  hasn't slept all that much today, but most of it was from the medicine
the  doctor gave you in the `milking parlor'. I've seen him use it before
but only on  slaves."

All  I could think about was to start asking the questions which seemed
important to  me at this very moment. "How long have we been back here at the
cottage? What  time is it? Did I satisfy their needs? Why are my legs open like
this?"

"Sir  we've only been back for about two hours. It is close to seven o'
clock. Sir was  able to produce a little more than the required amount of free man'
s  sperm.  And Sir's legs are open like that so that he won't bang into his
scrotum, for awhile; or at least until the testicles have started to reduce in
 size Sir", came the snappy and concise answers from the  slave.

`616'  continued his diatribe of one way conversation by adding, "They had
four slaves  bring you down on an old military stretcher. It wasn't that
difficult for them  as they've been kept in training for almost a year and they look
like some kind  of Greek Gods. I'll never look like them, even if I worked
hard for ten years,  but then again they weren't born into slavery. They all
came from being bad and  some judge sent them here. After Sir has something good
to eat, the slave will  wash Sir again and allow Sir ample time to sleep and
by sun up, Sir will feel a  lot better. I've seen it enough times to know such
things  Sir."

The  slave slid a chair next to the bed before bringing over a tray of food;
which he  let rest on his lap while he `spoon fed' me my evening meal. I
could have fed  myself, but there just seemed some desire on the slave's part to
want to impress  me; and he was doing a good job of  it.

Dinner  was delicious and I soon became tired; allowing myself to fall
asleep, believing  that I'd feel better in the morning, where I could evaluate the
situation in a  much better mental  state.

`616'  had been correct, as usual. My scrotum had nearly shrunk in half from
the  previous night; although it was still enlarged. The slave gingerly
removed my  aching legs from those god awful leather stirrup things and placed them
 carefully, feet down, on the  bed.

"If Sir  would care to fill his urinal pot, the slave will massage the pains
away from  Sir's legs", the slave boy calmly said, as if it were just another
routine which  he'd performed over and over  again.

I  could feel the molded plastic of the piss pot being slide over my cock;
while it  rested on my balls. There was no doubt that I needed to piss and I didn
't need  any coaxing to get the flow started. It almost felt erotic, pissing
in front of  a slave while he went about rubbing some scented oils on both my
legs.

I  needed a great deal of help getting to the shower; where I found it best
just to  kneel there while `616' valiantly and carefully washed away all of
yesterday's  reminders. I was even more thankful that the slave hadn't
suggested an enema. I  don't think I could have withstood any discomfort until at
least another day had  passed.

I  was resting in the recliner, while `616' went about making breakfast. My
nuts  were resting on a cushion of air confined in a small plastic like
pillow, while  I kept my legs spread wide.

There was a  short, almost dainty like knock on the door as `616' ran to
open it. Mr. Wilton  and the doctor had come down to see how I was progressing
from the day before.

The doctor  seemed pleased with the amount of fluid which my body had
absorbed and noted  that the small bruising on my cock would disappear with two or
three  days.

I  shouldn't have been, but I was, shocked when `616' offered the two men a
nice  fresh cup of coffee; and even more surprised when they accepted. They
sat on the  furniture in the small living space; both now facing me, able to see
my exposed  cock, balls and ass, without having to move a muscle. I was
momentarily  distracted when `616' brought a tray over and gently placed it over
my lower  abdomen. It had coffee, a bowl of freshly sliced fruit and a most
wonderful warm  bagel; all waiting for my  consumption.

The two men made small talk, as I ate my meal, and the real conversation
began  the moment that `616' removed the tray; leaving me to hold my  coffee.

"Master Kevin, perhaps now would be as good a time as any to explain what
prompted yesterday's `treatment'. I feel as if we, and your father, owe you a
more in-depth explanation", Mr. Wilton politely said, as he glanced from me to
 the doctor."

I wasn't really interested, at first, at the whole scenario; that is until
Mr.  Wilton explained the huge amount of money that Mr. Trumbull had deposited
into  my personal bank account. From that point on, I listened with both ears
keen to  hear everything else he had to say. I was, at first, upset with my
dad, for not  coming right out and asking if I'd submit to such a day; but my ill
feelings  soon faded.

The doctor took over `center stage' by commenting that they had opted to
leave  the needle in my wrist, in the hopes that I'd consider another `treatment'
,  which, in any event, would net my personal account twice the amount as the
first  one. It was so tempting, but I knew that there had to be a catch; and
there  was.

If I  accepted the offer, then the guidelines set forth by my dad would not
apply. I  would be subjected to Mr. Trumbull's rules and guidelines. It would
mean that my  entire body would temporarily belong to him and his staff. There
would be  little, which would be `off  limits'.

Mr.  Wilton made it a point to mention that I still had three scheduled days
at Windy  Hills and that I would definitely be able to complete any of my
intern  assignments which were outlined in my rather regimented schedule; should I
 accept their gracious  offer.

"I'll  say this Master Kevin; we'll let you ponder your decision for a
couple of hours  while you continue to rest. You might even consider speaking with
your mother or  father about this. It is after all a big decision for you to
be making and  having your sperm extracted and used to impregnate female slaves
is something  which shouldn't be taken too lightly. Think about it, consider
the benefits to  yourself and to the slave industry and let us know what it is
that you decide.  Oh... and one last thing that I perhaps should mention; is
that your `treatment'  will last a full twenty-four  hours."

With  saying not another word, the two gentlemen rose up and quietly left the
 cottage.

`616' kept himself busy straightening up the bed, and fussing around in the
kitchen area and doing general cleaning; while I considered all of my
options.  Nobody, not a single soul back at the company's head offices had ever,
EVER,  mentioned that something like this might, may or could  happen.

After another cup of coffee and a brief piss, I decided to call my  dad.

"Well  Kevin, how are you? Gosh it's good to hear your voice. Are you
calling from your  cottage? To what do I owe the pleasure so early in the morning?",
dad asked with  genuine parental  caring.

I  explain yesterday, the best I could; telling dad what happened, how long I
was  in the `milking parlor' and some of the other things which I felt were
important  at the time. I also, quite directly, told him that I'd wished he
would have just  come out and told me himself about the `treatment' and perhaps
I wouldn't have  harbored the initial feelings of distain towards  him.

Dad  listened, for once, without interrupting me. He waited until I had
voiced my  concerns, vented my displeasure over his rather round about way of
getting me to  `volunteer' to be  `milked'.

"Kevin I must say that you appear to have grown up more than I'd given you
ample  credit for. I'm proud of you son, very proud. I stayed up and watched
the video  download that Mr. Trumbull sent me last night and I must say that you
handled  yourself in a very professional. In addition, I want to commend you
on holding  true to the Latimore name. That means a lot to your mother and  I."

I had  all but forgotten about the video, and sure enough dad let the
questions fly.  "Kevin, I watched with some disbelief that you kissed that slave boy,
although  I'll admit he is most attractive. I was mortified when I saw you
sucking that  same slave's cock. Is there something you're not telling me son.
I know that  having sex with a slave, male or female, is not looked upon as a
defining way to  show one's sexual orientation, but Kevin, I must say that you
appeared to be  genuinely `into' that particular  slave."

I  realized that dad had just presented me with the best opportunity to `come
out  of the closet'; but I refrained from doing  so.

Instead,  I presented him with what Mr. Trumbull had offered me this morning
and made it  quite clear to my dad that I was totally unclear as to what
decision I should  come to and how to arrive at  it.

I got  the immediate feeling in my gut, that dad had turned off his parental
instincts  and gone into `business mode'; as he explained how my decision
would impact my  financial stability, not to mention the betterment of the company
's name. He  alluded to the fact that the rest of the summer may, or may not,
find myself in  some similar situations. It was the one decision that he wasn'
t going to try and  sway my thinking one way or the other. In conclusion, the
phone call wasn't  exactly what I'd hoped it would have been; but when I
look back on it now, I can  see where dad was coming from; with his well chosen
words.

I  pondered the situation for a short time, thereafter; until such time as I
sent  `616' up to get Mr. Wilton, so I could properly inform him of my
decision.

To Be Continued..



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