Date: Tue, 20 Mar 2007 07:50:58 EDT
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: a lesson in time  part 33

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A Lesson In Time,  Chapter Thirty Three

We had just about come up to the row after row of slaves, when dad had me
bring the carriage to a stop. My father wasted little time, in explaining things
 to me.
"Kevin, there is so much that the two of us need to talk about. I frankly  don
't know where to begin, except to tell you that you'd probably be better off
 and not feel so conspicuous if you would put your shorts and shirt back on.
I  know that your mother has a, how shall I say, "A flair for dramatics"; but
for  now let's just keep your clothes on. From what I've seen so far, it
wouldn't  take any of those slaves to be overcome with sexual urges and have a
strong  desire to mate with you; while all you were wearing was the nice leather
 jock."
Without hesitation, I quickly slid my shorts up and donned my tee shirt.  I
even managed to extract the nipple rings so that they were properly displayed
through the button holes that were provided over each of my  nipples.
Dad watched every move I made, while dressing, before speaking again.  "Now
then Kevin, what you see all around you is nothing less than a total
disrespect for the institution of slavery and the disregard for free men. Look  around
and then tell me what it is, in your opinion that you see as being  wrong."
I looked from side to side, at everything. My mind absorbed almost every
detail of my surroundings. "Well, over there (pointing towards the house) I can
tell that most of the furnishing have been removed from within, and it appears
 that the worker slaves have just about finished there assignment. Over there
 (pointing directly in front of us) I see what looks like most, if not all of
the  leasing slaves; kneeling obediently and listening to Mr.  Alderton."
Dad replied, "And just what is it that you see as being wrong with each  of
those two situations, son?"
"I'm not sure exactly what it is that I'm supposed to see dad", I quickly
responded.
"First of all Kevin, look again at the slaves that are removing the
furniture. Do you or don't you see them all talking amongst themselves. Do you  or don'
t you see that each of them are wearing worldly clothes while performing  for
a free man. And I could say the same about the other group as well, Kevin.
And look at the way they are just kneeling there. None of them seem to be
showing any respect for Mr. Alderton or what it is that he is saying to them.  Not
to mention that each and every one of the slaves, except for a few, have
been allowed to have body hair, such as it appears."
I started to respond to dad's words, but he quickly cut me off in mid
sentence. "How can it be son, that a slave is allowed such freedoms. Is it or is  it
not a justifiable conclusion that in order to make a slave become more
obedient and docile; that you must first and always control the slave's image?  Why
is it that these slaves have been allowed clothing, allowed to talk freely
and to kneel such as they are without being in the proper slave position
showing  a free man his due respect?" This is something that you should have keyed
onto  the minute that you arrived at this God forsaken place."
"Sorry dad, but I was more interested in learning and observing the two
owners of the property so that I could make my reports to you and Ms. Mudfart
more meaningful and deliberate."
"Bullshit Kevin!". I think you were more interested in finding ways to
explore and expand your own sexual awareness", dad said  bellowing.
"No dad, honest I wasn't. All that other stuff just seemed to happen all  at
once and I just got caught up in all of it, honest  dad."
"You and I will discuss that part of your internship over lunch son; but  for
now you and I need to concentrate on the topic at hand. Afterall, this is a
lesson in time for you, my son."
"Yes sir", I meekly replied.
"Now then son, let's just assume that Mr. Alderton is not only speaking  to
the slaves but that he is also assessing the situation as well. Keep in mind
that he, and he alone was responsible for training Shaun there, and I'm quite
certain that Mr. Alderton is quietly fuming beneath his exterior on just how
far  Shaun has allowed all of the slaves to fall from grace."
"Yes sir, I can understand why Mr. Alderton would be upset,  dad".
"Now just look beyond the slaves to the large tree right behind them. Do  you
not see Shaun and the other three overseers just sitting around chatting
amongst themselves as if they are not a part of this  equation?"
"Yes Sir", I replied once again.
Before dad could say another word, Mr. Alderton's voice rose to a fevered
pitch; demanding the slaves to remove their clothes.  It was Mr. Alderton's
voice that also  caught the attention of Shaun and his co-workers.
"Now son, you're going to see Mr. Alderton in action. His best form, if I
know him well enough."
The slaves had no sooner dropped back down onto their knees, when Mr.
Alderton put his slave prod on the chest of the slave nearest him. The slave
dropped to the ground screaming and kicking. The electrical charge he'd just
received was severe enough for his body function to kick end; sending a strong  and
steady stream of piss flying into the air, spraying not only himself, but
other slaves as well.
Immediately, Mr. Alderton went into giving what I could only describe as  a
sermon. "You slaves must think that you live in a country club atmosphere,
while carrying on with your free world attitudes! That's all about to change as
of this moment!"
Mr. Alderton began walking in between the rows of slaves, and it wasn't  long
before yet another slave felt the anguish of the slave prod. "Whatever  you'
ve been taught has apparently gone unabated. From this moment on, each and
every one of you had best remember not only where you are, but `why' you are
here. It appears to me that your overseers and their employers have been rather
 lacks in keeping you not only fit, but properly trained as well. I must also
say  that with few exceptions, all of you apparently have forgotten that hair
on  slaves in this state is forbidden."
Another slave succumbed to the slave prod, as Mr. Alderton continued;
seemingly uninterested that the slave had just gotten an electrical jolt between
his legs.
"Respect, it's all about respect", taunted Mr. Alderton. "Slaves must
constantly be alert to the fact that showing respect to ALL free men is  paramount
to their survival. I would strongly suggest that each and every one of  you
refresh your memories as to what is and what is not proper position of the
slave body. There is either way to many things that you've forgotten; or it
could be a simple matter of you not being properly trained. In any case, over  the
next few days, each and every one of you will receive `hands on' training to
 assure your new Master that you are obedient to his every will, demand and
need."
Upon hearing Mr. Alderton use the phrase, `your new Master', almost every
slave's head came up higher and stared first at him and then over to my father
and I. I instantly began rummaging around in my head, trying to see just how
many faces I could recognize from my time in the slave barn. Many faces and
cocks came to mind, as I subconsciously recounted the huge amount of piss and
cum that I'd swallowed that day.
All of the slaves that had been removing most all of the furniture from  the
house had stopped, to observe Mr. Alderton's admonishments. It seemed as if
his voice transcended over to them causing them to take notice. It wasn't as if
 they'd never heard someone yelling and screaming at a slave before, but it
was  interesting just to watch them all standing there agape.
Even Shaun and his fellow overseers were astonished by how Mr. Alderton  had
taken complete control over all of the slaves. Not that I would ever bet on
it; but I'm pretty confident that Mr. Alderton wasn't holding anything back,
while addressing and gaining the attention of all of the now naked  slaves.
I knew by now, just who of the assembled slaves had used my mouth for  their
piss and sperm. I was, or maybe I wasn't, surprised at how many faces I
finally recognized.
I continued watching, as Mr. Alderton singled out six of the slaves to  form
their own small line. Each of them, for the most part, were identical in
appearance. I recognized them, or at least some of them, as the `boys' who
seemed to have been the ones to have followed orders from the overseers and the
other, older slaves.
They were all completely hairless and each of them had almost the  identical
body rings installed; with the exception of a couple of them who  didn't have
the large rings dangling from their ears.
Mr. Alderton had the six boys bend over, so that their heads were on the
ground; and followed up by inspecting each boy's rectum. "Seems as if your slave
 asses have answered the question without me even having to ask it", he said
rather venomously. "Now all of you slaves hear me and hear me good, and that
goes for ALL of the overseers as well. Nobody, I repeat, nobody is to use any
of  these six slaves for any form of sexual relief. Sex amongst you slaves,
as  you've known it is no longer possible. Sex or even the slightest thing such
as  masturbation is from this moment on, FORBIDDEN. Any slave caught having
sex with  another slave or jerking off, without proper permission from your
Master is  strictly forbidden, and shall be harshly punished, under the
guidelines set  forth by this state."
I had no idea that I'd been massaging my erection, until hearing my  father
speak. "Now Kevin, you see why your mother and I had you wearing the  leather
jock. You'd probably would have been jerking off right out here in front  of
the slaves that one day just might be under your own control, and such
masturbatory actions on your part wouldn't look to good, now would they", he  said in
a calm and seemingly understandable voice. "It's probably just more of  the
drugs that you were feed that is causing you to loose self control, but in a
week or so, things like erections won't just spring up like  this."
I had quickly pulled my hands off of my thin shorts, while trying to  `not'
look at my father. I was embarrassed, but at least he had the decency to
attribute my actions to the drugs; not knowing whether or not that I had  actually
wanted to rub my cock.
Mr. Alderton continued walking in between the slaves, as if he might have
been searching for something. He bent forward, more than once to pry apart a
slave's butt cheeks or to fondle slave dick.
When he was finished, he told the slaves to assemble in groups; which  were
to be comprised of the slaves who resided in each slave barn. Now there  were
four independent groups, including the smallest of the groups; that being  the
six slaves who Mr. Alderton had assumed to be the ones used by all of the
others for sexual and deviant purposes.
Mr. Alderton seemed to be getting more and more upset and impatient with
each passing minute; as he called all of the overseers (including Shaun) over to
where he was standing.
I could only hear the mumblings, as Mr. Alderton spoke to the assembled
overseers in a rather low tone. Whatever he was saying to them, must have been
very important; as he was moving his hands and shaking his finger in a most
dramatic fashion. I noticed that my father had quite a huge smile on his own
face; which meant (perhaps) that he was happy to see Mr. Alderton `laying down
the law'.
Once more, I had to be reminded to keep my hands away from my shorts;  which
seemed, now, to have little to no effect on my mindset. I just kept  rubbing
my covered cock with intensity and with little to no regard for where I  was or
with whom I was with.
I watched each of the overseers take command of one of the collective  groups
and lead them up towards the slave barns. The only slaves to remain  behind
were the six slaves which had been singled out from the very beginning.  Mr.
Alderton took a look around, noticing the small contingent of worker slaves  who
had remained `under the radar'; or so I'd thought.
Mr. Alderton quickly maneuvered himself to the front of the worker slaves
and began bellowing out some commands. Those commands, I heard rather  clearly.
"You slaves will take one of the teams of pony slaves down to the cottage
and load up everything which you see, that has been placed outside by some of
the slaves. Once you've loaded the wagon, you and the wagon shall return here,
to pick up all of the clothes and boots which you see laying on the ground
before you. After you've completed that task, you and the pony slaves shall
take  everything up to the slave barn number one; whereby you shall simply unload
the  wagon of its contents on to the ground and return, once more, to this
very  spot."
To a slave, each and every one of them replied, "Sir, yes  Sir".
It was kind of nice to see them heading towards the cottage; their naked
forms, all golden like honey, from the countless hours working out in the sun.
The team of pony slaves which they had selected was the two largest and
strongest pony slaves. Each of the pony slaves had little to no fat on their  bodies
and their legs were thick and consisted of pure muscle; unlike some of  the
newer pony slaves.
Once the entire entourage of slaves was out of hearing range, Mr.  Alderton
proceeded to come alongside of our carriage; standing quite proudly  next to my
father.
"It's going to take a lot of work to get this mess of man flesh into  shape,
as a marketable commodity; but with a new director, I'm sure that it  won't
take more than two weeks tops before they start falling in line, Sir", Mr.
Alderton said rather mundanely to my father.
"Indeed, I have already assessed as much and I'm pleased that my thoughts
have matched your expert analysis. If you wouldn't mind explaining to me Mr.
Alderton, what it is that the slaves are doing at this time", dad said with a
more upbeat tone as compared to Mr. Alderton's.
"Well Sir, the first thing I'm having the slaves and their overseers do  is
to remove all of the bunks from barn number two and take them to barn number
one; whereby they will install them as they were intended, as bunk beds. Then
they are to remove half of the beds from barn number three and place them
into  barn number two.
After arranging the beds, the slaves will be cleaning all three barns, so
that they will hereafter remain in a healthy living condition. After which, each
 slave will assist another slave in the removal of all their body hair, as is
 proper for slaves. And finally the slaves will be permitted to shower; all
which  is to be done before any of them are allowed to eat their evening  meal.
These slaves have gotten away with way to much and it's high time that  they
all remember why they were sent here. I was thinking that we would keep the
more habitual offenders and the felons in barn number two; away from the more
common slave who perhaps might have been a forger or a petty thief. I've yet
to  discover why they haven't had more slaves attempting to escape before
today, but  I'm sure that I'll get to the bottom of that before I leave. Those
iron cuffs on  each of their bunk beds was put there for a purpose... a purpose
which by all  accounts hasn't been adhered to from what I can see."
My father countered Mr. Alderton's comments by saying; "It appears that  you'
ve got everything well in hand Mr. Alderton. Thank you once again for your
dedication to the indenturement services of our most illustrious country. But
please do tell me why or who will be occupying the remaining bunks in barn
number three."
"Well Sir, in barn three, I was planning on housing the pony slaves and
these six slaves, along with the worker slaves; which will still give us plenty
of room to expand the numbers. I was anticipating that you would eventually
gather more slaves from the courts, if room was available; so this way you can
add another complete set of bunk beds into barn number two when the time
comes."
My father seemed elated with the way in which Mr. Alderton had planned  out
the future of the slave farm. He even congratulated him on his foresight and
assured him that a special bonus would be forthcoming.
The two men spoke quite freely in my presence, for which I was grateful.  I
learned that Mr. Alderton had his doubts about Shaun's continuation as the
chief overseer and had suggested that my father consider putting the tall black
overseer in charge of the slaves; thus demoting Shaun to a menial  overseer.
I was even more impressed when Mr. Alderton informed my father that the
slaves would remain naked except when it came time for them to fulfill a lease
agreement; which would take them off of the property.  He even said that either
later on  tonight or first thing in the morning that he would personally see
to it that  all of the slaves had matching body rings, which was something that
my father  always seemed to feel was the more appropriate approach to
emphasizing a slave's  place in society.
Dad climbed down from the carriage and walked over to the remaining  worker
slaves. "You slaves will no longer be required to cut and haul fallen  trees
every day. From now on I'm assigning all of you to a position of a
groundskeeper while you're with us. You will be required to tend to the lawns  and the
shrubbery on a daily basis, amongst doing other jobs around here.  Tomorrow, I'll
be having a sizable amount of lawn equipment brought in  especially for your
use. Don't abuse the equipment, unless of course you feel  the need and desire
to be punished. You will no longer be required to sleep out  of doors, such
as in the past. From now on, until your term of servitude has  been completed,
you will all take residence in barn number two. It will also be  your
responsibility to keep your barn clean at all times, you clothes at the  ready and
your eating area immaculate. None of you, and I repeat NONE of you are  to engage
in any form of sexual activity what so ever. You are to follow the  example
of the other slaves as it pertains to nudity and hair, and there will be  no
exceptions to that rule either. So now, let's forgo anymore formalities and
just get yourselves naked."
I watched, along with my father and Mr. Alderton as the slaves shucked  their
clothes and work boots. My dick was once again causing me grief, but I
refrained from rubbing my leather jockstrap. I could also see the pony slaves
hauling the wagon back up the driveway towards us; and simultaneously I noticed
most all of the employees coming out of the front door of the main house
followed by Doc and Frank.
Doc and Frank were carrying their own suitcases, apparently bursting at  the
seams with their own clothing. The two men remained silent the entire time;
as they loaded the suitcases into their respective vehicles and drove slowly up
 the driveway towards the main road.
The slaves, to a man, had huge smiles and grins on their faces; as if
silently saying thanks for nothing/glad your outta here. Dad watched the  vehicles
until they were out of sight, too; apparently glad that at least this  `one'
problem had been resolved.
Turn his attention back to the slaves, my father noticed one slave, in
particular, whose stomach appeared to be all scratched up and bruised. "Come  here
boy", dad barked.
The slave stood at attention, yet not in any proper slave posture, when  dad
inquired, "Where and how did you get those marks on your body  slave?"
For a brief moment, the slave remain silent but eventually spoke, saying;  "
On the stump Sir, on the stump".
Dad was quick to pick up on the cryptic words of the slave and soon had  the
slave on the ground with the slave's butt high into the air. I was amazed,  if
not flabbergasted, to see my dad pry the slave's cheeks apart and work
several fingers into the boy's butthole. "Get up boy and join the slaves  kneeling
properly", dad said without hesitation.
My father turned and stood next to Mr. Alderton, saying; "sorry about the
slave arrangements you had mentioned, but I don't want any slaves other than
those seven in barn number three. I want them separated from the heathens around
 here; which in the long run will make things more productive and able to run
 more smoothly. I would also suggest that this carriage pony be assigned to
barn  three as well, just for safe keeping. I'm fairly certain that the boy has
fallen  to the wonton perversions of the other pony slaves, so his safe
keeping is of  great concern. If he wants to suck a horse dick or get fucked by
one, we can  arrange that ourselves without having a barn full of pony slaves
standing around  gratifying themselves while the boy enjoys a little bit of his
own  desires."
"Yes Sir, thank you Sir", Mr. Alderton sharply replied. "I hadn't given
that any thought what so ever Sir."
"With all that has gone on today, it is not anyone's fault should either  of
us `forget' something like that Mr. Alderton", dad said most  politely.
By now, all of the clothes and boots had been tossed onto the wagon and  the
ponies were waiting to be excused. Mr. Alderton sent the wagon load of  Shaun'
s belongings and the copious amounts of dirty shorts and tank tops up to  barn
number one. The remaining pony slaves were ordered to return their wagons  to
the barn and to get the horses settled in and fed for the night.
The seven kneeling slaves looked so helpless, not to mention hopeless.  Our
carriage slave seemed to have begun to tire just from standing motionless,
while I remain seated.
My father awaited the conversation from several of his own employees;  which
seemed to follow dad's last bit of conversing with Mr. Alderton. I watched
eagerly, as two of the men flipped past page after page of information; which I
knew was registering in my dad's head as if his brain was a computer. I couldn
't  hear what they were all saying to one another, but by some of my father'
s facial  expressions I knew that not all of the news and information was
good.
Turning to me, dad said "Kevin, ride down to the cottage and have the two
slaves join us poolside."
Mr. Alderton stepped back a pace, saving his feet from being run over by  the
carriage wheel, as I got the pony slave moving in the proper  direction.
I was elated to be going to the cottage; as I hadn't seen the two slaves
since early morning and I wanted to see how they were settling in to their new
place. My arrival seemed to have caught them off guard, as they were both
reclining on their small beds. The cottage looked clean and well furnished for
being so small.
It was John Henry who apparently had already had some `history' of
living/surviving his first months here on the estate; as he was happy, or at  least
seemed happy, to point out everything in the cottage. The entire cottage  was
smaller than my bedroom back home, but I knew not to flaunt wealth and
privilege in front of a slave.
Both slaves seemed more than happy to now have their own `space'. The
smiles, and the bounce in their step was proof enough, but their rigid cocks
seemed to be more of an indicator. It was even nice to notice just how prominent
their Prince  Albert rings dangled from the end of their dicks, now  that I was
more cognizant of my own situation and  surroundings.
"Would Master Kevin like a cold drink?" piped in Jordan;  as he opened the
fridge to allow me a cursory glimpse of it's  contents.
I readily accepted the unopened can of soda pop, and took to sitting at
their small table; while the two of them assumed a kneeling position. While I
drank the soda, I questioned the two slaves about things I hadn't, before now,
questioned them about.
In the short period of time, I learned so much about John Henry that I
almost felt sorry for the way in which his father had treated him and had had  the
young man enslaved. It was even harder to picture, in my mind, how his  father
even forced his only son to suck his fathers cock; but all in all, a  slave
has to do whatever a master requires. Jordan on the  other hand seemed rather
pleased about his own status as a slave. Just listening  to him for the first
few minutes reaffirmed a great deal about how horrible his  home life had been
up until his enslavement. Truly, he was living better now  than he was at
home. But, I had much to learn from Jordan's sordid history; especially  how it
came to be that he had an overpowering desire and need to be dominated by
animals.
Realizing that I'd perhaps had spent too much time with the slaves, I
quickly got them to trot up to the house, while I cantered back on the  carriage.
By the time we had gotten up to the house, the worker slaves had already
been dispatched to cleaning the interior of the house, while the remaining pony
slaves had been sent back to the horse barn to tend to the domestic animals. I
 allowed the carriage pony to go alone, back up to the horse barn; as I knew
that  he would have plenty to do getting the carriage all cleaned and ready
for the  next day.
Once inside the pool area, everything seemed so different and strange.  The
two slaves had taken up their position kneeling next to my father; while all
of the employees, or most all, were busy going through stacks of folders and
inputting information onto their laptops. Somewhere they had found two long
folding tables that they were now using for work stations, and not a single
person even bothered to notice my arrival or that of the  slaves.
My father motioned for me to sit next to him, as he pondered over a few
folders which he seemed intensely engrossed in.
"Well son", dad started off, "It seems as if Doc and Frank not only had a
lesser interest in good record keeping, but it appears also that they haven't
been keeping up with the trend and laws of slave  management."
Not caring one bit that Jordan and John Henry were within hearing range,  dad
began to talk of John Henry's contract; which he was prominently holding out
in front of him.
Dad pointed out the flaws in the contract and the more blatant
irregularities in the amount of money which was supposed to have been exchanged.  It
appeared that somehow, John Henry wasn't going to be a free man in a couple  of
months. It boiled down to whether or not Doc and Frank wanted to sell his
contract or to simply keep him on as one of their own slaves. More over, my  father
had even arrived at his own conclusion as to John Henry's fate. I felt a  pang
of anger well up inside of my body, as my father continued speaking,
respectfully I might add, about John Henry.
I was shocked and horrified when my father stood up and turned his chair
around so that he would be facing the kneeling slaves. Not withstanding, dad
made it quite obvious to what his initial intentions were when he sat back down
but kept his legs spread wide. He called John Henry's name and the slave
immediately moved in between my father's legs and quickly extracted dad's cock
and began sucking it to full hardness.
Dad sent Jordan off, to the house; with  instructions to put together
something for all of the employees, including dad  and myself, for lunch. "I don't
know whether or not you are capable of such  things slaves, but do your best to
please us with something simple yet  filling."
Still, nobody seemed to pay attention to Jordan's  nakedness as he scurried
past all of them, making his way into the  kitchen.
"This doesn't upset you Kevin, having to watch your father getting his  dick
sucked, does it? Come, move your chair over here so that we can continue
talking about matters of importance. Afterall, since you're gay and have had
some experience of late in such things, I'm sure that this slave won't mind
having you observe his techniques."

TBC...