Date: Sat, 7 Apr 2007 19:21:35 EDT
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: a lesson in time part 36

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A Lesson In Time,  Chapter Thirty  Six


I felt the table being lowered, horizontal, so that I was left to lay
completely flat, with nothing more than the underside of the barn roof to
look at.

Mr.  Alderton had John Henry take hold of my left foot, while he, Mr.
Alderton placed the heavy metal cuff against my flesh. "Good fit indeed",
he said.

"Now  Master Kevin, I'm going to lightly tap this lead and tin dowel into
your cuff.  We wouldn't want the judge to see that we've been negligent in our
duties as  overseers of male flesh." Mr. Alderton said with no uncertain
degree of self  righteous  pride.

I  felt the metal against metal, before I heard it. At least his diligence
about  `lightly' had been true. "The only way these cuffs can come of is if
somebody  saws them off or if they drill out the dowel. But for now, none of us
have  anything to worry  about."

One  by one, each of my limbs was decorated with the dull, unattractive metal
cuffs.  They felt as if they were made out of lead, just by the sheer heavy
feeling.

"I'm sure glad that my cuffs aren't that big or that heavy", chimed John
Henry.

"Well  boy, just in case you didn't know; but any `estate trustee' isn't
required to  wear cuffs, as long as he does his job correctly", added Mr.
Alderton.

John Henry almost went ballistic with joy. It had been just two years ago
that  his cuffs had been installed and now his journey towards a totally
different  transformation were soon to take  place.

"Let's get the Master's collar in place so that we can finish up with his
shave", Mr. Alderton said, as if oblivious to John Henry's moment of  glee.

I  barely got a good look at the collar, but it was long enough to alert me
to the  fact that this particular collar wasn't going to be something anybody
would  desire to have around their neck. It was thick, tall and it had at six
large  rings welded to  it.

John  Henry raised my head as Mr. Alderton slid the collar behind my neck. It
didn't  take but a quick minute, and the collar was firmly locked into  place.

"You  shave Master Kevin's upper body and I'll start down below", Mr.
Alderton said,  still maintaining his domineering tone of voice. "But first we
should secure him  in a dignified manner so that he won't move around and risk
getting nicked by  one of our  razors."

All  was quiet, as Mr. Alderton adjusted most all of the chains dangling
above and  alongside of my body. I dare not move my head to see just what, and
how, he was  attaching the cuffs to the chains. All I knew, was when the two men
were ready,  John Henry was told to begin `extracting the slack' in the
chains. Slowly, and  in unison, my arms and legs began to move horizontal to my
body and I thought  for a second that my legs would be ripped off of my body. I
could even feel the  tension of the moment all the way up to my torso, which
briefly caused me a  second or two of  worry.

"There, that's so much better. It gives us a nice tight surface to shave;
and  besides, I've always enjoyed seeing a male's body splayed out this way. It
sort  of sends the man or slave a silent signal that he's now at the mercy of
 another."

I  soon felt the hot water and shaving cream on my feet and my hands. Once or
twice  I caught a glimpse of John Henry's face; and he seemed almost
captivated by his  assigned task. By the time John Henry had finished shaving my arm
and pit, he  quickly moved over to the other side; while not as fast as Mr.
Alderton was with  his straight razor, John Henry seemed to know what and how to `
perform' for  someone such as Mr. Alderton. I'm sure that he wouldn't desire
to screw up,  least he too be punished or worse yet, loose his status as  `
trustee'.

"I'll tell you what John Henry, why don't we switch places. I'll do Master
Kevin's torso and you can finish up, down here. All that's left to do is
around  the pucker hole and Master Kevin's youthful cock and balls. I'm sure
that he'd  prefer you to shave him there, rather than having me do it." Mr.
Alderton said,  in what I detected as sort of a cynical voice, directed at  me.

Even  though my muscles were straining, I kept my eyes and mouth closed as to
not give  either of them the slightest indication that I was rather
uncomfortable in such  a position. I knew that it wouldn't be much longer  anyway.

I  tried to put all of my concentration into something more personal and
meaningful, just so I wouldn't spring a boner; but that didn't work. With the
straight razor gliding over my chest and around my nipples, and John Henry's
hand lathering up my cock and balls it was futile to even think that my
hormones  wouldn't react to such erotic  attention.

"I'm thinking that Master Kevin might like to have one last chance to have
an  orgasm before we finish him up", Laughed Mr.  Alderton.

John Henry remained silent as he spread the cream all around and onto my cock
 and balls. I was left alone for several minutes; which I took to cast my
eyes  downward as far as I could, noting the once thick white cream, now nothing
but a  memory as it apparently absorbed itself into my flesh. I knew that Mr.
Alderton  had enjoyed himself too, as he made short giggling sounds as he
applied the  cream to my chest, while holding up each of my nipple rings, even to
the point  of making the following comment. "A man without hair in his `pits'
isn't going  to be seen as much of a free man, that's for damn  sure."

In  the background I could hear Mr. Alderton speaking to John Henry and he
seemed to  be explaining something to the slave. I had no vision as to what he
may or may  not be doing to or with John Henry. I'm sure that sooner, than
later, I'd  discover the content of the conversation; even if I had to `convince'
John Henry  that it would be only proper to tell a free man the answer to any
question  posed.

Returning to the slave table, Mr. Alderton began adjusting the chains and
cuffs  so that at least my legs weren't spread so obscenely wide. Instead, my
feet were  taken vertical and THEN, Mr. Alderton used another set of chains to
spread my  feet; once more leaving my ass pucker exposed to the world. I half
expected that  this was it… this was the beginning of my punishment session.

I soon saw  Mr. Alderton standing alongside of the table, near my hips and
John Henry, once  more, standing between my  legs.

"Now  boy, carefully take hold of Master Kevin's sac and work his balls all
the way  down and start your gradual pulling; until all of his flesh from
underneath is  nice and tight", Mr. Alderton said calmly and  carefully.

I  could instantly feel the softness and warmth of the slave's hands, as he
seemed  a little hesitant to cause me undue harm and discomfort. He slowly
began  manipulating my nuts down into the bottom of my scrotum, while at the same
time  maintained a rather slow, but steady,  pull.

Nothing more needed to be said apparently, as I felt an ungodly weight lay
just  above the base of my cock. The feel was cold and menacing. The same
feeling  quickly encircled the area of my nut sack which lies just below the base of
my  dick. I soon heard and felt the tapping of the small implement that Mr.
Alderton  had been using previous to this; as he apparently wanted to seal the
fate of my  cock and balls without having to worry that my `presentation'
with the courts  tomorrow would somehow be  affected.

Now the tension on my nut sack wasn't coming from the slave, but rather from
the  iron and steel clad collar surrounding it. There was no more warmth
coming from  the slave and the only thing I felt was a cold and brazen gaze from
Mr.  Alderton. "Well done Master Kevin. Most slaves getting ringed like that
would  have protested until their voices failed", Mr. Alderton spoke with
certainty.

"But, Sir… I'm not a slave. I'm a free man and one from whom will come
great  things for our beloved slave industry, lest you forget that I'm the son of
this  country's most prominent and famous advocate for the return of slavery
in this  great and grand land of ours", I said, rather  abruptly.

"Please Master Kevin don't take my words as a demeaning cut into your well
being. It's not my intention to infer that you are less than a free man", he
replied. "It has been such a day filled with turmoil that I find myself
sometimes forgetting with whom I working on. I was merely attempting to make
reference to your acceptance and tolerance for the seemingly unnatural addition
to the male  appendage."

I was just about to say something else, but the next sound I heard was that
of  my father.

"Gentlemen, GENTLEMEN!" bellowed my father. "Do I detect a friction between
the  two of you? I certainly hope that, that isn't the case in point. We've
all had a  most stressing day and the last thing I need, is to hear two of the
most prized  people in my life bickering back and  forth."

"No  Sir, it's not like that at all", clamored Mr.  Alderton.

"Dad, he was talking to me as if I was nothing more than a simple slave and I
 took offense to it. Just look at me dad. I've got not on single hair on my
body  and they've put some kind of cream all over me so that none of my hair
will grow  back for at least a year. And that's not even mentioning the fact
that Mr.  Alderton here, stuck his own penis in my mouth, trying to teach me the
proper  way that a slave should suck cock. And look at the way they have me
trussed up  like a damn Christmas turkey. I didn't think that I'd agreed to all
of this. It  was just supposed to be a minor appearance in front of the judge
tomorrow in  order for me to fulfill my obligation to  you."

"Kevin, Kevin, let's not get ahead of ourselves. There's no real need to get
 yourself all worked up over such small things. It was you, after all, that
precipitated this turn of events in the first place", dad said  stoically.

I  could feel my father's hands running up my stomach towards my head long
before  my eyes focused on his menacing frame.

"But  father…" and that's all I was able to get out before dad cut me  off.

"Just  look at how simple and pure you look. Have you seen yourself yet?
Well, I guess  not, or you wouldn't be bitching like you are. And as for Mr.
Alderton planting  his penis in your mouth, I'm sure it was just from years of
working with and  training slaves. We all know how it is when years of rote
exercises kick in.  It's not like we all haven't already seen you sucking another
man's dick, now is  it? Don't get me wrong son, there's nothing wrong with
being gay, or even being  a slave who must learn to please a free man. It's all
just part of nature, that  some men rebel when being forced or coerced into
sucking dick, and I'm sure  that's all it was with Mr. Alderton thinking he had
to coax you, and coach  you."

"But  father, you've not heard a single word I've said. Look what I did for
you at  Windy Hills. Look how much information I've sent Ms. Mudfart. I'm
doing a good  job for you and your company. Why are you and everybody else
treating me this  way?" I  questioned.

"There you go again son. Just like the days when you were going through
puberty  and high school. Always challenging every single word your mother or I
said to  you. Between you and your sister, I don't know which one of you is more
the cry  baby. If you'd both grown up to be more like your brother Zeb, you'd
probably  not found yourself in such a situation AND you wouldn't have caused
your mother  and I so much grief of late. Look at the situation your sister
is in today, just  because she thought her own shit didn't stink; relying
solely upon the Latimore  name to get her just about anything and everything she
ever wanted. As for  yourself, you've been given the best of everything and
perhaps that is partially  our own fault for pampering you; but those days are
long gone as of  now."

As my  father talked or better said, gave me one of his sermons, I felt a
hand or hands  begin to massage my nutsack. My mind began to think more of the
sensual feelings  in my nuts than to pay attention to what my father was saying.
And, as if that  wasn't enough, I felt someone easing a finger or two up
inside my ass, scrapping  as it were, over my prostate; only bringing a more
unbridled flow of blood  towards my cock.

"You  haven't heard a single word I've said, have you?' dad said raising
his voice.  "All this will be yours and your siblings one day and this is the
kind of  response and assistance I get from you and your sister. My god, son; can
't you  even see that all of these employees are working themselves into a
frazzle just  to get this place in a financially stable situation. They've done
more work in  four hours than you've done in a lifetime, so quit complaining
and whimpering  like a fucking baby! Already, they've accounted for every
slave, they've done a  rather exhausted financial inventory and they've even
skewed the folders of all  the slaves into the computers and have come up with a
comprehensive list of the  slaves that will be staying and the slaves that will
be moved out. Even Mr.  Alderton has worked up a list of infractions against
Shaun and the other  overseers and he's also worked up a rather exhausting
schedule for all the  slaves that will remain on the estate. All this is yours,
but you just don't  seem to want to make even the slightest of sacrifices. All
you and your sister  do is whine like a little kid if you don't get your own
way."

"Honest dad, I've heard every word. I'm sorry that I haven't been like Zeb,
but  that's what makes our family unique and special. We're all different,
and each  of us has our own set of qualities and family traits. It's not that I
don't know  what you and mom have sacrificed, because I do. It's just hard
sometimes for me  to express my thanks. Don't you think that if I wasn't
cooperating with Mr.  Alderton, that I'd be standing here instead of laying here
like this. This isn't  the most comfortable position in the world to be in, you
know. Being exposed in  plain view and in front of you is like something I've
never experienced except  in the SIMS and later that same day. It isn't
something every boy wants his  father to see or to even  know."

"Yes  son, I understand completely. It is the same, almost, as when I was
involved  heavily with `hands on' experience myself, with slaves. They too,
thrashed  around and spoke unrepentant while they themselves were undergoing their
 indoctrinations. But in your case, you are not a slave, but an instrument
towards a goal. And the goal, is as you know, to win over the county and
federal  judges tomorrow. There is literally millions and millions of future dollars
at  stake tomorrow and we must have all of our paperwork and evidence
prepared  without a single flaw or  nick."

Dad  continued his feely touchy ways with my naked body, sometimes running
his  fingers over and over again on my smooth armpit. I could feel something
being  wrapped around my scrunched up nuts, or better I should say, `between'
them. It  felt like a soft and supple leather, that was causing all the
discomfort, but I  wasn't totally sure.  The more time spent weaving the leather,
began to  takes its toll. My skin and my balls began to feel the additional
pressure which  started to make me feel as if something more tragic was about to
happen.

"But  dad", I said, finally turning my head to meet his gaze. "But why do
you have to  do all of these things to me. Isn't that video enough? I don't
understand any of  this, any  more."

"Son,  it's like I said before. We have to be able to show the courts that
what they've  done to you and with you has had some lasting, long term effects.
We can't have  you going there and saying that you feel all better now and
that it wasn't their  entire fault. We have to make our case, just like anybody
else and it has to be  air tight, and concrete solid", he responded in a most
paternal  voice.

My  balls continued to feel swollen, as Mr. Alderton (I think) slowly ran his
hands  over each of them. I could tell that he'd woven the leather strip so
near  perfect that each of my nuts was standing out like a sore thumb.  My ass
was continuously sending my brain all of the wrong signals, for the  moment.

"Okay dad, I think I understand where you're coming from, but I hope that
this  is the final stage of my restitution. It's getting most uncomfortable like
this.  My arms and legs are getting so tired and my muscles are really
starting to  strain in this  position."

"It's almost over with son", dad said rather soberly. "Just concentrate on
something else. Something that you've found to bring you happiness and joy.
Perhaps if you think about your last night at home, or the sex you had with  `
616' up at Windy  Hills."

I  fell silent, but my eyes were still fixed upon my father's face. "Maybe
you  might find comfort, if you allow yourself to feel how much attention and
care  that John Henry is paying to your rectum. I know that you must be feeling
 something up inside of you. You never, from this moment on, have to feel as
if  you can't tell me anything and everything that you need to", dad said
with a  smile.

Mr.  Alderton spoke up finally, after being so quiet, for so long. "You know,
Master  Kevin, that everything we do has a reason and a useful purpose.
Nothing in this  world is worth wasting, not even time. Everything is a `lesson in
time'… it's  just how one person looks at it compared with the next guy's.
Your father is  probably the best, without a doubt, the only person I know that
can size up a  man better than anybody else. If your father didn't think you
were up to this,  he would have certainly accepted or chosen a much different
restitution for your  consideration. What he's done here in less than twenty
four hours is nothing  less than remarkable. And look at the good work your
mother has done all of her  life. She's fought for equal rights for female slaves
and much more. Now even  the female slaves get treated as equals to all the
male slaves in our great  land. Let me ask you Master Kevin, do you think your
friend who lives across the  street from you would rather have a male or a
female slave sucking his penis and  licking his ass clean?"  So you see, your
parents are wise well beyond  their years Master Kevin. There is much yet for
your young life to learn and  accept. I'm sorry if I sound so rude, but it is
simply the fact that I love your  father and his work and there's nothing I wouldn
't do for the  man."

I  thought that my father and Mr. Alderton were all done preaching to me. I
was  correct in that particular sense, but there was more to come. "Son", dad
began;  "would you possibly consider forgoing your punishment for say… an
added small  process towards your  restitution?"

I didn't know what to say. I suppose I could have asked him what he meant by
`small' but I didn't. I watched my father as he turned towards John Henry
and  nodded his head. Moments, seconds later, I began to feel John Henry
twisting and  turning his fingers inside my ass with more fervor than before. I also
noticed  that I was also beginning to feel a certain distinguishable pressure
on the  outside of my ass. My cock became painfully sore, now so hard that it
wanted to  fly away. I could feel my balls wanting and needing to pull closer
to my body,  but were restrained from doing  so.

More  pressure, and then I felt another of the slave's fingers poking around
inside of  me.  The sensation was almost to much to bear. Mr. Alderton had
withdrawn  from the table, along with my father. I didn't much care, by now, if
they'd  stayed to watch; as I squirmed around the slave table, trying to find a
recourse  for my situation. I cast my eyes as far down as I could and I
finally was able  to see John Henry's  face.

He  wasn't even looking at me, per say, but at my ass hole. I could see that
his  mind was concentrating fully on his  assignment.

I could feel my ass stretch more, as the slave continued to work himself up
into  a sweat. I, myself, was beginning to wonder when the pain would subside,
but  knowing my father… I shouldn't hold my  breath.

Pleasure mixed with pain. What a `novel' idea. Every time I thought the pain
was  too much to accept, John Henry seemed to trace one or two fingers over
my love  bud and all was taken away; as my sexual competence took  over.

Before  I could catch a breath, my cock began to erupt into spasms of delight
and  relief. It was also the time that the pain in my ass went away. It felt
totally  strange, totally awesome.

My cock was  still oozing sperm, while my ass seemed to feel fuller than
ever. John Henry was  finally making eye contact with me, and his face was aglow
with a sense of  pride. It all made sense to me, once he began slowly twisting
his entire hand,  that had found its way into the darkness of my bowels. Now, I
'd been properly  and formally `fisted', by a slave no  less.

I  watched John Henry lean forward and engulf my dick into his mouth; sucking
and  licking the few remaining remnants of my free man's seed into his own
body. I  could feel the sweat just starting to pour out of my skin, as the slave
seemed  to have such expertise in dick sucking that he once again, still, had
me in the  throws of ecstasy. If he wasn't a slave, and I wasn't a free man,
there might  have been an instantaneous connection between the two of us. He
sucked on my  staff lavishly; as if he was in love with it and me. My cock,
didn't seem to  have any desire of going  soft.

I saw  both men approach the table, and each of them had a warm smile on
their face.  "You see son, such is something to look forward to more and more as
time  progresses. And I'm sure that you'll agree that having John Henry's
lithe hand  inside your rectum is a delightful surprise, as  well.

I  managed to smile, somewhat meagerly, but it was a smile; and I didn't care
one  way or the other who was watching the two of us coupled together like
two links  of chain.

Mr. Alderton placed his index finger into one of the larger pools of my sperm
 and coated it quite well; then he proceeded to offer it to my own lips. I
graciously accepted it and began sucking his finger. It was the first time that
 I  had ever tasted my own seed, but it was all good and most rewarding. I
guess it was still the after effects of the drug laden drink that had caused me
 to fall so degenerately into this sexual debauchery.

"Here son,  try some of this", dad said quietly, as he offered up two of his
fingers covered  in sperm. Over and over again, I sucked both dad's and Mr.
Alderton's fingers  until there was no more sperm left anywhere on my abdomen
or chest. John Henry  maintained his vigil, with his hand slowly pumping back
and forth in my ass and  his mouth suckling my cock. This had to be a dream.

To Be  Continued