Date: Sun, 28 Jan 2007 14:18:12 EST
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: a lesson in tme part 21

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A Lesson In Time,  Chapter Twenty One

I did everything I could to disguise my nervousness about crawling under  the
horse; and I did quite well. I felt much better after dabbing the cloth and
crawling out from underneath the beast but again I couldn't allow my
jubilation  to exact any form of prominence.
Thankfully, the sound of the ponies alerted the two slaves and as  Jordan
took the damp cloth from my  hand, they both hurried to the end of the barn to
greet the ponies.
>From a `safe' distance I observed the two slaves fall into what must be a
daily routine. They each took a pony and unfastened him from the cart or wagon
to which he was attached and the pony went immediately into the horse shower.
 Two by two, the ponies made their way to the shower and to see them share in
the  washing of one another was amazing. Before long, all six ponies were
silently  washing, scrubbing and shampooing each other. Not one of them seemed to
pay any  attention to me or my naked body. I was, or should have been,
grateful for that  one bit of dignity and respect that they showed towards  me.
I moved closer to Jordan and John Henry when I heard one of them yell out  to
someone. I noticed the one pony came up to the barn rather slowly and in what
 looked like an exhausted posture.
John Henry was quick and sharp with his words, as he berated the pony for
being late, not to mention disheveled.  The pony had been the only one pulling a
buggy. It must have been the  pony I'd seen earlier, just because I noticed
the inordinate amount of chrome  and decorations on the buggy from before. The
one main difference between this  pony and the others was that this particular
pony was totally smooth, had an  elaborate amount of body piercings and more
importantly... the pony had been  gelded.
Both of the slaves noticed the blank expression on my face and John Henry
took it upon himself to give a brief, yet comprehensive, explanation about this
particular pony. "Sir, this pony came to us voluntarily and informed the
Masters  that he desired to become a pony slave Sir. After receiving a rather
extreme  physical exam and the signing of documents the boy became a pony in
training.  Two months after arriving, one of our visitors took a liking to him and
offered  to purchase him. There was an afternoon devoted to discussions and
shortly  thereafter, the pony received his rings. The gentleman who purchased
this pony  had also paid to have him gelded, and the day after the pony lost his
balls... his  new owner died of a heart attack, without ever receiving or
seeing his pony in  its present state. So the pony has been with us ever since and
all he does is  pull his buggy six days a week. I guess one day someone will
desire a pony such  as this, but no one has come forward to lay a claim to him,
 Sir".
My hands glided over the ponies smooth skin, as I even found the desire  to
lift up the cock by the Prince  Albert and inspect the area that once was a
scrotal sac.  There was hardly any trace of scarring and I assumed that Doc was
the one who  performed the surgery.
I watched as the pony remained motionless, and the two slaves went to
release the pony who had just arrived; the one who had been pulling the water  wagon
all day long. There must be some connection between these two ponies; just
for the fact that they both smiled, broadly, at one another.
Both of the ponies went right to work with rags, wiping down the buggy.  They
seemed happy and content, being who and what they were. It didn't take long
for me to figure out this part of the routine.
While they were wiping down the buggy, the remainder of the ponies were
concluding their showers; thus leaving the showers available to the last to
ponies. As the ponies walked towards the shower, all of the others seemed to  stop
and watch and I sensed that something was lying just beneath the surface...
waiting until I and the two slaves departed before it would show  up.
Jordan grabbed hold of the buggy and  effortlessly pulled it inside the barn
and pushed it back against the wall.  "Wouldn't want it to get damp during
the night and make more of a mess for the  morning, now would we."
"How does Doc keep these ponies under control all day, without  supervision?"
 I asked.
"Heck, that's an easy one", chimed John Henry. "Every cart, wagon and
buggy has GPS locators and right from the office, anyone can see at a glance
where each pony is just by looking at the computer screen. We used not to be so
fancy, but with finding someone they could trust to oversee the ponies was such
 a difficult thing to find, Doc decided to go high tech. There used to be one
 overseer but he was more vicious than he was as a teacher. He'd beat the
ponies  all day long and fuck them whenever and wherever he felt like it. No
matter how  many times he got reprimanded, he could never get the hang of doing
his job the  right way so they had to fire him. Shaun took over the training of
the ponies  and he's done a great job. Now they don't need hardly any
training or  discipline. They don't get used much, unless someone leases them out for
a week  or two. Seems that just about everybody around these parts has their
own pony or  team of ponies."
"Hey, don't forget to tell Sir about those ponies either", blatted  Jordan.
"Oh, okay", exclaimed John Henry, as I stood motionless waiting to hear
more. "The ponies Jordan's referring to are mostly  `family' ponies. Around
here, a parent can have his own son or daughter enslaved  for up to ten years for
the stupidest of things. They are the ones that Doc  usually has to tend to
in his clinic in town. A lot of them get beat so bad that  Doc has to tend to
them at just about any hour of the day. A bunch of them have  even been cut and
gelded just because their mom and dad thought it might help to  calm them
down some and the judge always goes along with it. I'm thinking that  the Judge
might be getting a little sex on the side if you know what I  mean."
Trying to now sound more like my old self, I replied "Well that is the  law
of the state and it has the full backing of our government so I'm not  opposed
to it in the least."
"Yes Sir", replied John Henry, "But Sir, the government went about this  all
the wrong way Sir. Nobody ever came out to look at the one or two slave
facilities before the government enacted all of their stupid laws and
regulations. The idea that the government acts on the behalf and behest of its  citizens
is a bull crap Sir."
"Be that as it may `boy', you're a slave as is Jordan and the rest of the
males around here and you must abide by what rules have been given you. Your
personal opinions about our government are of no concern to anyone but
yourself  and in the future I'd suggest that you keep them to yourself, unless of
course  you feel the need for a substantial whipping."
With a look of surprise and sadness, John Henry succumbed to my
verbalization of his life and the role that government and free men control it.  I hadn't
meant for my words to cut as sharply as they seemed to, but I have a  loyalty
to my country and a devotion, undying, to my  family.
The ponies seemed to have paired up, with each pair going into their own
stall, as did the last two. It was a unique situation I was looking at, with
four legged horses on one side of the barn and two legged ones on the other
side.
Both slaves immediately started to dispense the slave chow to all of the
ponies; dropping scoop after scoop of the kibbles into life sized troughs.
Jordan then proceeded to take a  garden hose and began to fill the water buckets in
each of the  stalls.
While Jordan was busy with watering, John  Henry went to the far end of the
barn and slid the door closed; securing it with  a rather large old fashion
padlock.
With the hose put away, the three of us walked quietly out of the barn  and
the final set of doors was padlock just like the other. As we stood there,  the
sound of voices seemed to erupt in unison.
"It's perfectly normal and permissible for the pony slaves to talk after
they've been locked in for the night. Their lights will go off automatically
which quiets the barn down so that they get enough sleep. Just be thankful, as
we are, that neither of us has to sleep in there." Jordan said  rather calmly.
"Why do you say that?" I asked keenly.
"Sir, it is not uncommon for the older more seasoned ponies to take
advantage of the smaller and younger ones that showered last. Our masters care
nothing about what transpires during the course of the night, as long as all the
ponies are up and ready to be hitched to their carts and wagons. It is a normal
occurrence in there, that one if not both of the pony slaves gets raped or
even  tied to the mounting bench and is rolled beneath one of the stallions.
Every  morning when I open the barn doors, I always expect to find one of them
left  lying over the bench. It is a sign that all the other pony slaves leave
for me,  as if saying that I need to be on guard or the same may happen to me
Sir."  Jordan spoke with  impunity.
I didn't have time to respond to Jordan's descriptive scenario. The  sound
of a motor filled the air as Shaun came rolling up in one of the quad  runners.
He was bare chested, which seemed a bit unusual, as was seeing him in  rather
flimsy shorts and bare feet.
"Afternoon master Kevin", I've come to return you to the house for
refreshments and bathing, followed by dinner, Sir", Shaun said, almost sounding  like
a slave himself.
I smiled at Shaun, and thanked him. What I think surprised him the most  was
that I didn't light into him for his and his sister's earlier abuse of my
body. I'm sure that he must have been expecting me to chastise him. I did,
however, summon the two slaves to ride on the back, instead of having to walk
back.
It wasn't until we got dropped off at the house, and Shaun was driving  off,
that I noticed his back was criss crossed with red and purple welts. There
was a small twinge of empathy for him, but it soon  passed.
Jordan and John Henry began to hose themselves off, as I made my way  through
the back gate. I didn't expect to see anyone around the pool during the
week, but Doc was sitting there with a man who perhaps might have been around
thirty or thirty two years old. Both men looked in my direction as I walked
along the opposite side of the pool and then Doc waved me  over.
"Kevin, I want to introduce you to a good friend of ours. Kevin this is
Nathan Gimble. Nathan has been doing most, if not all of our video sessions ever
since we started filming them." Doc said in an extremely cheerful  voice.
I shook hands with this Nathan guy and I tried to size him up right away.  He
didn't appear to be any different than myself, meaning he wasn't a slave,
nor  had he been a slave. He was rather handsome and well dressed. His voice was
that  of a true southerner.
"I was just telling Nathan about you and your relationship within the  slave
indenturement community. Thanks to your father, we can now make, market  and
sell our tapes on slavery without fear of prosecution. And with the one or  two
`loopholes' buried deep within those same laws we are exempt from
prosecution for making male to male pornography videos just as long as the  actors are
over the age of seventeen." Doc continued in his gleeful  tone.
"Yes Kevin, I too am grateful to your father for his bold initiatives
towards allowing freedom of expression with the male body, not to mention the
amount of money one makes having his own business as `free enterprise'. Nathan
added, in a rather mundane tone.
Doc picked up the tempo, before I got a word in edge wise. "Kevin, I ... we
were just discussing the possibility of having Nathan film you while you're
here, as sort of a training tape for other interns that may follow in your
footsteps."
"Well Sir", I replied; "I don't think there is a big need for such a
video. I'm sure that the interns who work for different companies, have their  own
agendas and since I have nothing I feel I could say or do would have an
influence over them, the idea of a video seems rather  wasteful."
"Perhaps, Kevin, you'd like to think about it awhile before passing quick
judgment. I'm sure if you sat in front of a camera and expounded on what you'
ve  seen and heard would have a big impact on those who desire to enter into
the  employ of a slave training or processing facility. Such a video could even
be  most useful, at say `Career Day' in college or even senior high school.
You  could possibly have a big effect on the next generation of people who will
 inherit the industry once we old guys have passed on." Doc said with a
fatherly  tone to his voice.
I agreed to consider it, but felt that it wasn't something, at this time,
that I'd want to do. "If you gentlemen will excuse me, I need to get cleaned up
 and get some clothes on", I said, turning and displaying my bare ass to the
two  of them.
"When you're ready, come back down and join us for cocktails", Nathan
called out humorously.
I not only needed to shower and shave the stubble from my face, but I  also
needed to do my reports; so I quickened my pace through the kitchen and  took
two steps at a time, racing towards my room.
John Henry was there waiting for me, but when I asked about Jordan;  he
simply told me that he'd gone back down to the basement to where he  belonged.
I felt different now, more than any other time. Unlike Windy Hills, here  I
was exposed to so many different things. Here I was able to feel the
embarrassment, humiliation and degradation of what a new slave goes through:  Like
nothing I'd ever experienced in my whole life, my hidden and secret  life.
I'd learned much in just the last three days, and I had several more days
yet to discover, to learn and to absorb; about this adventurous and ominous
business of controlling other human lives.
The assigned slave did a magnificent job of bathing me and performing my
internal cleansing. I didn't waste my time, returning the favor as I had my
notes to prepare and transmit.
I opted for now to remain naked in my room, as it only seemed natural. I  got
the computer up and running, after which I logged on and moments later the
homepage appeared. I had three messages waiting for  me.
The first message was short and simple. It was from none other than Ms.
Mudfart; simply saying how much she enjoyed my first transmitted reports,  looking
forward to more of the same. At least I knew that the information I had
sent, seemed to have at least pleased someone at dad's  company.
The second email was from my father. It too was short, but it was more
direct than I'd expected. He asked why I hadn't answered my mothers question
about the `if I was gay' thing. He also added that he seemed to find my report
fulfilling, but that he had a sense that I had purposely omitted some things.
The last paragraph summed up his frustrations when he chastised me for not
answering my cellphone.
I'd forgotten about my phone and quickly scanned it for missed calls and  I
discovered that not only had my father tried to call me twice, but my mother
had an endless stream of times that her calls went unanswered. I knew that when
 I opened up my third and final message, that I'd read and get a better sense
of  how much mom was pissed off.
True to my thoughts, mom was really upset about me not having my phone  with
me at all times. She was more concerned about my well being more than she  was
about anything else.
The final portion of her email was rather `odd' in a way. She said that  my
sister `sends her best'. But then her final sentence was to tell me that I'd
be able to see my sister if I were to click on the `available slaves'
section  located on the homepage.
Being the voyeuristic type of person that I sometimes found myself to be,  I
clicked on the tab and instantly began searching for anything pertaining to my
 sister.
It didn't take but a half dozen clicks of the mouse until I saw the  `before'
 photo of her. The section which contained her information was listed in  the
`Summer Novice' section. I found it strange, as I'm sure mom said something
earlier about her staying at dad's office building for the entire  summer.
The main page give a rather in depth description of her. I wasn't even
startled when I read, `novice female slave is not a virgin'. The photo section
showed nothing but naked pictures of her. All sides of her were displayed and
she had had her pubic region shaved as smooth as an egg. Even the hair on her
head was shorn down to nothing more than a simple buzz job. I suppose she
should  be thankful that mom and/or dad hadn't seen fit to have something on her
body  pierced.
The basis of her slavery was described as being uncontrollable and  `venomous'
; meaning that she could, verbally lash out at others for no apparent
reason.
It went on to say that she was under the protection of dad's company and
that she would be available for lease for the ridiculous fee of one thousand
dollars a month.  From everything  I'd learned out on the road, such a cheap
lease indicates the worthlessness of  the slave.
I was still trying to comprehend my sister's situation, while I labored  away
typing out my report. I'd spent nearly thirty minutes on the computer,
vainly trying my best to word each and every sentence properly, as not to  deviate
from my normal vocabulary; when my cellphone  rang.
It was dad, and I knew from the time of day, that this conversation  wasn't
going to last but a couple of minutes. I was right. He did in fact, read  `
between the lines' and concluded that I had enjoyed the time I had spent with
males at Windy Hills and also here.
I finally confessed my homosexuality to him and he took it surprisingly
well. He even made is sound as if it might be an advantage for me now, and in  the
future. I really wasn't sure where he had intended the conversation to go,
but before I had much of a chance to ask too many questions I got the standard
`time to go now' routine from him and our conversation ended, but at least
it  was on a pleasant note. At least he said "keep up the great work, son"
before  disconnecting. That alone made me feel great.
While I was finishing up my daily report, John Henry had cleaned up the
bathroom and had begun to lay out my clothes on the bed. I was once again
surprised that someone had seen fit to leave me a clean pair of shorts and  another
clean shirt.  By now, I  didn't care if they were pink or purple; but just glad
to have something against  my skin, covering up my manly parts.
I and the slave made our way downstairs, this time with me stashing my
cellphone in the one pocket of the shorts. I wasn't going to miss another call,
especially from mom.
I once again made the false assumption that John Henry was going to  follow
me out to the pool area; but he stopped in the kitchen, knelt in the  corner
and waited until someone found the time to feed him his evening  meal.
I guess that after my stern words out in the barn, he sort of placed  himself
back into `slave mode' versus guide and companion for my stay. I  couldn't
chastise him for his actions, as slaves are normally fed in the kitchen  and I
probably needed the time away from him, just to process my thoughts  without
being distracted by his form and beauty.
Doc and Nathan greeted me with a casual comment and handshake. Nathan  seemed
eager to inquire as to why I'd decided to wear clothes and I curtly told  him
of today's experience. Doc had to toss in another comment on how nice I
looked in pink shorts and shirt. I'm sure that Doc knew that I hadn't been given
any undies to wear, which was why my cock was prominently outlined against
the  tight fabric.
It was starting to ebb into the twilight hours as I opened up a cold beer
and took a seat with the two men. Doc was interested in what I thought of the
afternoon and I felt obligated to fill my comments with lavish  gratitude.
I proceeded to ask Doc what must have seemed like a ream of questions;  which
he seemed more than happy to answer. There was just something about talking
with and to him that made me feel so at ease; unlike the times when I  had
those `heart to heart' talks with my father.
Every question was answered with more than I had anticipated and I felt
privileged that Doc would elaborate on each one; with so much vitality that it
almost made me feel like wanting to stay here and work for  him.
By the time I'd finished my second beer; the housekeeper came out and
inquired as to where we wanted to eat our meal. Doc, speaking for the three of  us,
opted to eat outside under the setting sun.
I didn't get one single glimpse of John Henry the entire time, so I  figured
that he must have retired for the night. As our dishes were being taken  away
and a tray of fresh coffee was brought forth, Doc asked me if I had time to
consider the offer of assisting in making the  video.
For whatever reason or purpose, I agreed and that seemed to put a big  smile
on Nathan's face.
"I'm happy that you've made such a remarkable and affirmative decision  Kevin
" Doc replied; "I'm sure you won't regret it, nor will you find it
offensive or painful."
Had I not been so tired, I would have or should have picked up on the  words `
offensive and painful'; but I didn't.
As Nathan began speaking, my cellphone rang and I noticed that it was a  call
from mom. I excused myself from the table and walked away so that my
conversation would be conducted in private.
Right from the start, mom informed me that she had goaded dad into  telling
her that I was gay. She wasn't the least bit angry or upset. She seemed  rather
relieved to hear me confirm my sexual orientation to her.
She went right into talking about my sister and exactly how she'd gotten
herself into her current situation. After listening to mom, I couldn't find one
reason with which to fault her for making the decision to put sis out for
lease  during the summer months. I'd have done the same thing if I had the
responsibility over my sister.
Mom reminded me that it was my responsibility to call her and not the  other
way around; and I assured her that henceforth I would make at least one  call,
in the evening hours.
As I started to walk back toward Doc and Nathan they both got up from  their
chairs and began walking towards the house; so I simply followed  them.
Once inside the house, we went into Doc's study and sat down on the most
luxurious leather furniture I'd ever sat in. The Housemaster joined us, as the
housekeeper brought in a tray of glasses and a bottle of some fancy brandy. I
never drank the stuff before, and my initial sip of it made me not want or
desire to taste it again.
Doc inquired as to Jordan and the Housemaster politely  informed him that he
was already in his kennel for the night; which seemed to  please Doc. I knew
what that meant, and I had to find some way, regardless of  circumstances or
consequences; to keep Jordan out of the kennel from now  on.
John Henry was downstairs, `arranging the studio' as per instructions  which
also made Doc smile and Nathan giggle. There began a three way discussion  on
my `debut' in the video industry... except the threesome didn't include  me.
All I could do was to sit there  and listen to the three men haggle back and
forth with ideas on how to present  me and how I would be able to get an
informative message across to all those who  might see the video.
Doc seemed more receptive to me just sitting down in front of a camera  for
the majority of time; while Nathan and the Housemaster felt that a certain  `
reality' be added for effect. What was actually happening, before my eyes, were
the three of them actually scripting out my `performance', in a specific
order  of events.
Nathan was a bit upset that he wasn't available last night to capture my
stint laying on the table, getting shaved and abused by the boys; but
surprisingly enough Doc told him that he had managed to capture some, not all of  it on
tape; but it would take time to edit it in order for it to appear in a
dignified and professional manner. That seemed to take the edge off of Nathan,  but
it put a bit of trepidation into my mind.
Lord knows how long we four sat in there, but the Housemaster made sure  that
none of us ran our glasses empty.
"If you gentlemen will excuse me, I need to use the toilet to relieve  myself"
, I said in the most proper way.
As I pushed myself up out of the chair, my legs seemed to give way and
Nathan jumped up to catch me before I fell flat on my  face.
"I guess we'd best get Kevin to a place where he can empty his bladder
before he makes a mess of himself and the floors up here", the Housemaster said
rather sheepishly.
"I think I'm going to vomit", I said rather quickly, as both Nathan and  the
Housemaster latched on to my arms and quickly escorted me down the stairs
and into the bathroom.
They nearly downed me, as one of them held my head down in the porcelain
bowl, while I puked my guts out.
"Best get him up and into the other room so that John Henry can get him
cleaned up and get his mouth rinsed out before we start", Doc said as the two  men
pulled me back up to my feet. "I should have known that mixing beer and
brandy doesn't sit to well".
For a split second I thought that they were going to allow me to stand  there
and piss; but John Henry arrived and received a volley of commands from  Doc
just as I was being led down the hall and over to the  `studio'.
"Nathan, once he's in the shower room, you get your equipment set up and  I'
ll go get the things I need." Doc said rather quickly, as the Housemaster and
John Henry half dragged me into the shower room.
I thought, for a moment, that I saw a look of concern on John Henry's  face;
but it was probably just the result of my  intoxication.
I was propped up against the tile, while my shirt and shorts were quickly
pulled off. "Better you wait until Doc gives you permission to piss Kevin",
came  the words from the Housemaster.
"Well he'd best hurry, because I'm about to bust a gut sitting here", I
cried out.
John Henry offered me a small amount of mouthwash and reminded me not to
swallow any of it; least it further complicate my stomach. I turned my head to
the side and spit it out, back into the cup from where it came.
Nathan stuck his head in the shower room and said he was ready whenever I
was and that John Henry could finish up while I was  `resting'.
I didn't understand the `resting' word until I was brought out and laid  on
the bed. It was almost to comfortable. A pillow was slid under my head which
allowed me to gaze down my body towards Nathan and his camera; now complete
with  glaring lights.
The brightness of all the lights blinded me, but I could hear Doc  speaking
to all of those present. I was summarily rolled over from side to side,  while
John Henry placed a rubber sheet beneath me. It was a strange sensation at
first, but once my body had compensated for the difference, I hardly noticed
it.
>From behind the lights Doc spoke directly to me; "Kevin, what we're going
to do now, for starters, is more or less conduct a simple interview with you.
We'll be asking you questions and you just answer them in the way in which you
 feel most comfortable with. While you are answering the questions, we'll be
conducting a few less demanding things with different parts of your body.
That  way, when people watch and listen to you, they'll actually be able to feel
the  sincerity in your own voice."
"That sounds fair enough to me", I stupidly replied; not actually knowing
what in the hell I'd gotten myself into.
"Kevin", Nathan said, "What I'm going to do first is just keep the camera
on your face. Since you've already been shaved, I'm going to have to edit
yesterday's tape in with this one, but what's going to happen first is that we
are going to cover your body with shaving cream and kind of `reenact' the
shaving scene just so we won't have any gaps."
"I suppose that will be okay, but to tell you the truth ... I still gotta pee
wicked bad", I said with a sense of urgency. "Can I get up and pee or can
you at least get me something to piss in."
"I can take care of that for you", Doc said  laughingly.

To be  continued...