Date: Sat, 12 May 2007 12:54:33 EDT
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: a lesson in time part 40

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A Lesson In Time,  Chapter  Forty


There wasn't much time that my brain wasn't active; thinking about one thing
or  another. Whether it was the cock that had just creamed a load in my mouth
or the  words being spoken to and around me, my brain relentlessly tried to
keep  up.

I had  always known that dad loved me, but now since he'd finally displayed a
more  humanly and dominant side to his love; I began to feel his warmth and
compassion  towards me, his youngest son. I suppose it is just one of those
things that you  just have to experience for yourself because words that could
describe the  feelings and emotions between a father and a son in such a way are
hard to come  by. Just know that my dad and I have finally found that one
common thread with  which to bind our two souls together and I can only hope that
I find the courage  and strength to allow myself to grow up to become just as
good a person as my  daddy.

After  a few minutes, dad said his `good nights' until tomorrow; as he and
Mr. Alderton  needed to `mingle' with the employees upstairs over a nice hot
home cooked  meal.

Chatter between the two slaves continued briefly, before I felt the heavy
chain  leash once again being connected.

John Henry  quietly and politely said we three were going down the hall to `
your new home'.  "Mr. Latimore feels, oh I'm sorry, I meant to say your daddy
feels that you'd be  more comfortable crawling down the hall for drinks and
dinner, so come along now  little one."

I don't know why I accepted the way John Henry was speaking to me, but I
found  it sorta useless, for now, to waste time thinking of a way to reprimand him
for  his insensitive  statement.

"J don't speak to Master Kevin that way", Jordan blurted out. "We can't
forget  that he is a master and not a slave like  us."

"Jesus,  didn't you hear one single fucking word that Mr. Latimore said?
Master Kevin is  re-living a small part of his past for a few days and he wants
us to think of  him as if he's a small child; so get the fuck over it, unless
you want me  reporting you for disobedience", John Henry barked  back.

In `my  room' I heard the squeak of the bed, as apparently someone had sat
down on it.  "Now go ahead and get your `boy' started on his supper",
commanded John Henry.  "It was all nice and warm when I fixed it but its cold by now.
While he's eating  you can eat your supper too. Mrs. Latimore wants you back
on a normal slave diet  so you know what that  means."

"Damn, I thought I'd never see slave kibble again for any of my food. Damn,
I  hate this stuff. Are you sure that Mrs. Latimore told you to bring this to
me?",  Jordan asked rather  sadly.

"Well, you can always trot upstairs and ask her yourself", John Henry said
just  before breaking out in  laughter.

"I'll check with somebody later, but now we've got to get Master Kevin
watered  and fed", Jordan said with  dismay.

The  first suck on the rubber nipple from what was the `yellow bottle'
alerted me  instantly that it was filled with lukewarm  piss.

After  finishing the bottle, Jordan unclamped my piss hose, which allowed me
to feel so  much better. Then he helped reposition me so that I was actually
resting on my  forearms while my mouth and tongue tried to consume that which
was in a large  bowl on the  floor.

John  Henry started laughing as Jordan eased the nipple of a `blue' bottle
into my  mouth. "The poor kid, will be fucked up for days with all the meds they
've given  him", he said with a certain degree of what sounded to me as a
relief.

After finishing the bottle, I remained kneeling as Jordan made quick work of
his  kibbles; while all the while getting teased by John  Henry.

I  started to feel more `faint' and weak with each passing minute, even
though I  could expressly feel the stretching of my rectum while one of the slaves
began  forcing the obscenely large plug/tail into my anal  cavity.

The  next thing I knew, I was in a dark world, alone. I must have fallen into
a deep  sleep.

Morning came in the gentlest way. Even with my mind still clouded, I could
feel  the softness and warmth of flesh pressing again my own. It was smooth and
tender. Air, warm live air was slowly whisping its way across my mouth. With
an  arm resting over top of my chest and what must have been a youthful leg
crossed  over my own leg, I discovered, or at least I `assumed', that it must
be Jordan  who was cuddled up against  me.

As I lay  there, with little to do but think, it became abundantly clear that
something  was stuffed up my ass. The more I concentrated on the feeling, the
more I came  to realize that whatever it was, was along the size of gigantic.
I could begin  to actually feel the weight of the object as my body
apparently was still trying  to adjust itself to the anal invader. It was only a mental
picture that I was  painting, but nonetheless I knew that the object up my
ass was bigger than  anything that had gone before it. Trying to adjust my legs,
I felt the hairs of  the tail, which were attached to the butt plug. It was
the slow movement of my  legs, that began to cause Jordan to stir from his
nights  rest.

"Oh  sorry Master Kevin, I didn't mean to sprawl out all over you like this"
, Jordan  quickly stated as he extracted his entire body away from my own. "I
just thought  that perhaps Master Kevin would like to have a warm body for the
night so that  he wouldn't feel so lonely in this  place".

"Thanks boy", I replied. "I don't mind and as a matter of fact I found it
rather  nice; to tell you the  truth."

"John Henry wants me to get you all ready for your day and then I'm to go
and  get our morning meal Sir", Jordan said; continuing on with... "I'm so sorry
about  Master Kevin's plug, but John Henry thought it would be better for you
to take  while you were really out, just so's you wouldn't feel any
discomfort or pain.  It's the largest plug on the estate. I guess your pa wants to
make sure that  your love hole can take just about anything here on the estate,
as long as  you're `experimenting with your sexual  things'."

I  rolled over onto my back, feeling the tightness of the hood which
continued to  darken my word. My hands and feet remained sheathed in leather coverings
and my  poor cock was still filled with the catheter and the large Prince
Albert ring. I  could feel the numbness in my tits and ears as the newer rings
began to  demonstrate their presence on my  body.

I had  to keep my legs bent at the knees and rather wide, due to the enormous
size of  the base of the plug which was filling my ass. It became more than
obvious that  this particular plug was also a lengthy one; just from the mere
fact of being  able to feel it further up into my  bowels.

"I'm  just going to empty your night bag Master Kevin, as it is almost full
of pee",  Jordan said, almost as if trying to refrain from giggling. "Then I'
ll just give  you a quick, but warm sponge bath right here on the bed if that'
s  okay".

I  didn't respond to his statement. All I could do, and wanted to do was to
lay  there, motionless, and feel the faintest of a breeze flow over my
nakedness.

The fragrance from the soap was the same as the night before as Jordan
commented  on it himself, by saying "this soap smells kind of `girly' but it smells
good  just the same. I sure hope you don't mind smelling this  way."

Jordan  was extremely gentle as he washed my sore balls and cock. He was even
more  cautious when it came time for him to remove the gauze bandage from the
end of  my dick. Apparently, everything was okay with the new hole that was
lanced  through my shaft to accommodate the steel  ring.

"After  last  night's enema, I'm thinking that Master Kevin doesn't have
anything  up inside that needs to come out just yet, so that's a good thing if
you ask  me", Jordan gleefully said. "Least wise I don't have to remove Master
Kevin's  pretty plug and then have to force it back in. If the Master doesn'
t mind this  slave saying so, Sir; but your butt looks much nicer now, since
the skin and  flesh have puckered all up and around the nice plug. I remember
when I  discovered that my butt had been changed, just like the Master's. At
first I was  nervous, but now it's so cool. I never have to worry about `
hooking up' with my  four legged friend down the hall. I love him so much; that I don
't know what I'd  do if they ever took him away from  me."

In a  surprised state of `denial', I replied "well to each his own I guess,
but I'm  not so sure I like the idea of somebody stretching my ass just
because it  pleases them. I guess if I was more like you, I wouldn't mind it as  much
".

My  sexual desires and urges were rising to the occasion, with each and every
 passing moment; and oddly enough I was beginning to actually feel my
inner-self  start to regress, much like last  night.


******

In  the mean time, back in town; Mr. and Mrs. Latimore were preparing to sit
down to  their breakfast, which was just now being delivered to their room by
two  handsome, well built, extremely endowed  slaves.

Neither of the two adult free persons seemed the least bit surprised at just
how  well the hotel slaves responded to their commands. Just hearing the Yes
Master,  No Master and Yes Ma'am coming from the mouths of the slaves was
enough for the  Latimore's to realize that their fame, purpose and intent had well
preceded them  during the wee hours of the  morning.

"I haven't been away  from home to long, but I already miss our two slaves",
Mrs. Latimore said rather  sullenly. "It's just not the same without either
of them. They both know exactly  how we live, what we eat and when. I'd hate
to think that we'd have to train a  new pair of slaves to service and serve  us.
"

"Yes  dear", Mr. Latimore replied, attempting to settle his wife's
misgivings about  being far from home. "You'll be home soon enough, honey. By one o'
clock you'll  be back in your own world, surrounded by all those that love and
respect you."

"Oh honey,  I just can't wait either. You know I'll miss you for the next
few days, but  there's always the phone. I wonder what Kevin is going to think
when he finds  out that you are staying over until Sunday. I'm not surprised
though that he  couldn't connect the dots last night when you mentioned Zeb's
name. I think, if  you ask me, that the two boys will get along famously once
they each get settled  in and the `newness' of everything starts to wear a
little."

"No  doubt, my lady", Kevin's father replied. "I'm sure that they will get
along  infamously and that they just might find that they each have much in
common.  AND, we don't want to forget about the sister either. She'll be here
late on  Saturday, which will be a surprise to all of them as well. I'm sure
that Zeb  will be more surprised to see her than Kevin will. How long has it
been since  Zeb had seen  Carol?"

"Oh  my, I guess it would be close to four years now", answered Mrs.
Latimore. "Rest  assured that neither of our boys will recognize her at first. It's
difficult  even for me to tell who she is, if I didn't already know. But, she
put herself  into this situation and for the summer, she'll just have to deal
with the  consequences of her  actions."

"So we are both agreeable to everything we discussed last night then", dad
said  in his `business'  voice.

"Yes  dear", mom answered. "It isn't something that I would have imagined
happening  all this fast and with such definitive recourse. I'm sure that Zeb
will be able  to handle everything just fine. He's got his three co-workers to
fall back on if  need be and since they've all worked together for so long, it
will only benefit  the estate. On the other hand, Shaun just might find
everything not to his  liking, but at least he'll still have a job if he chooses to
stay on. As for the  other three overseers... well I can't see how they've
been able to keep their jobs  all this time. Zeb is looking forward to
terminating their employment the minute  he steps foot onto the  estate."

"Very true, my love, very true", dad interjected before mom could even get
another sentence  started.

"Now then... are we sure that the office can do without Mr. Alderton for a
whole  week. I know how busy we're getting back at the office, but I'm certain
that  his expertise is needed here, just a bit more than it is back home.
Afterall, come next Monday, the new SIMS machine comes in and he'll have to show
the men how to operate it and how to extract all of the samples from each of
the  slaves."

"Yes dear, I've told you a thousands times already; that I've spoken with
him  last night at great length and he's more than ready to assist Zeb and his
boys  for a week, so that they get the `lay of the land'. And, don't forget
that I'm  coming back in a week to check on everything; so that if there is a
situation,  I'll be able to lend them a hand. But I honestly don't think that
will be  necessary.

"And tell me once more about Tyler. Just how do you think Kevin is going to
react to having his friend working at the estate. And something else has been
on  my mind as well. We can't keep calling it an `estate'. We have to come up
with  our own `brand' name for it, so that everybody will know it is a
facility for  acquiring and training of slaves for every conceivable slave owner in
the  country. If you intend on competing with "Windy Hills", you've got to
keep  everybody's nose to the grind stone for the first year or so and we both
know  how tough that'll be", mom said as she finally needed to  inhale.

"Tyler will do just fine dear. I've spoken to him about his job performance
and  function on the estate and he's more than ready to fulfill his obligation
as one  of our interns. I'm sure that he and our children will get along just
fine", dad  answered. "We've plenty of time to arrive at a new name for this
venture, so let  us not rush into re-naming the place just yet. If we select
a new name now, we  might just regret it down the  road."

"Yes,  I know that you've spoken with him, but I'm more concerned about how
long he's  going to be employed with us. The last one stayed with us for just
under a year  before he `conveniently' vanished from the face of the earth. I
sure wouldn't  want any of our neighbors thinking that we might be
responsible if anything  happened to Tyler", mom said with a rather perturbed tone to
her  voice.

"No  dear, nothing like the last one will happen with the boy Tyler. In fact;
Tyler  has already told me that while he and Kevin were in school together
that he had  an idea that our son was gay, just by the way Kevin looked at him
and by the  girlish way he acted whenever he was within five feet of Tyler. So I
'm sure that  Tyler is more than capable of handling himself as he learns the
trade. Who knows  dear, the two of them might eventually become the best of
friends or even  something more  `permanent'."

"Does this Tyler have any idea what Kevin is going through right now?", mom
questioned.

"Well, to be quite honest dear, I'm not sure exactly what I've mentioned to
the  boy. All I can remember is that I told him that we are allowing our son
to not  only discover and experience slavery from the bottom up, but that we
were also  allowing Kevin to express his own inner self; which I'm sure is of a
benefit to  Kevin."

The  phone next to the sofa rang and dad was quick to answer it. Apparently
Mr.  Alderton was calling to `update' dad on any and all things which had
transpired  the night before and in the early morning hours. When the call was
complete, dad  simply returned to the table and finished his cup of  coffee.

"Seems like things are going along splendidly, dear. Mr. Alderton informs me
that all of the slaves have been properly fitted with the required rings and
that Shaun and his crew are exhausted from working straight through till
completion. Thankfully Zeb won't be saddled with the normal, mundane, activity
of prepping the slaves. The crew is there to work on barn number three, with
about two dozen of our slaves, who have demonstrated their desire to assist in
the conversion of the barn. By tomorrow the barn will be totally transformed
if  Mr. Alderton can keep Shaun busy. But I'm afraid that until the barn is
finished  the four newbies will have to be housed in the processing building at
least for  one night."

Mom simply stared in utter amazement at how much had already been done just
by  the sheer presence of having Mr. Alderton at the  estate.

"Mr.  Alderton seems to think that we might want to either upgrade the video
system in  the main house or just simply have it removed and have a more
modern system put  in. The contractors are already working on the video systems out
in the barns  and in the processing center, so I informed Alderton to go
ahead and revamp the  entire system in the house so that everything is up to date
and then we won't  have to worry about any of that for a long time", dad said
to mom; knowing full  well that somewhere along the way mom was going to have
to ask about the cost of  the systems.

"The really good news is that `staff' has already gotten the judge to sign
all  of the transfer orders this morning which means that one hundred and
eighty two  of the slaves will be moved out by tonight. The slave transports are up
in  Little Rock now and are heading down here, so it won't be to much longer
that we  have to put up with the really defiant ones. To bad, in a way; as I'm
positive  that if time permitted, Mr. Alderton would have liked to have had a
chance to  show them the errors of their ways. However, I'm sure that our `
friends' down in  Austin will have a joyous time training all of them to meet
the needs and  demands of some of their more "extreme"  clientele."

"It all sounds very good dear", mom said, smiling ear to ear. She of all
people  knew how hard it would be to keep all the extra slaves on the estate
while Zeb  was getting his feet planted deep into his new job and his new  home.

"But  tell me dear", mom asked. "Nothing has been said about Kevin? What is
he doing  now?

After  one of the slaves had refilled their cups with fresh coffee, dad
continued.  "Seems as though Kevin had a restful night. Mr. Alderton looked in on
him just  prior to himself going upstairs to bed. "Everything that needed to be
done with  our son, has been done and quite professionally I might add. Seems
as if the  slave Jordan has taken a shine to our boy and Mr. Alderton feels
that Jordan  will be a huge asset to Kevin. This morning Kevin had a good
breakfast, a nice  sponge bath and from what Alderton tells me ... he was engaged in
some kind of  activity with Jordan the last time he looked at the monitors in
the  office.

Before mom left for the airport, they both entertained a number of visitors
in  their hotel suite. The first to arrive was the town Sheriff, followed by
none  other than the mayor. The last visitor to request an audience with my
parents  was none other than the  judge.

I  think it was pretty close to noon, when dad arrived at the estate; or at
least  when I think I first noticed him. It is something, I guess, that I'll
just never  forget; that being the fragrance of daddy's cologne. He always wears
it every  day, so I suppose he likes it too. He gets it from a men's store
called the  Strawberry  Republic.

I  was lying on the bed, with my head propped up on several pillows while
John  Henry was draining the pee from his body directly into my mouth. Jordan was
 standing alongside the bed; apparently waiting patiently for his turn. My
butt  had finally begun to accept the impalement of the huge butt plug and it
was now  only serving me as a reminder that this is what most slaves endure soon
after  indenturement. However, my brain was translating the feelings and
sensations in  a more `sensual' manner; to which I can't honestly  describe.

The smell of dad's cologne got stronger, as Jordan eased himself off of the be
d,  only to be followed by John Henry.

As John  Henry graciously allowed me to suckle the piss from within his body,
dad began  to talk to me.

"How's my  little boy?" he started by saying. "I hear that Jordan took good
care of you  last night and by the looks of it now; I'd say that the two
slaves are  continuing to do their job with a great sense of pride and  dignity."

I  was glad that daddy was pleased with the two slaves and more over
seemingly  pleased with his `little boy'. That made me feel even that much  better.

It  will always amaze me, I guess, just how different every male's pee is
from one  another. I wonder why that is? Not that I'm complaining, but it's just
a simple  matter of taste buds I guess.

John Henry  all too soon extracted his cock from my mouth; just as I was
beginning to feel  it harden  up.

"I  suppose you are getting excited about going in to town this afternoon",
dad said  with an uplifted tone in his voice. "It won't take to long at the
court house  actually; as the judge pretty much knows the whole situation and he
's even  reviewed those nasty videos that were made of you. It's mainly just
for show,  that you're going there today. Besides, I or should I say `WE'
need to  demonstrate to this redneck retards that from today forward,
indenturement and  slavery are not to be taken so lightly. You do understand what I mean
don't you  my little  one."

"Yes  daddy, I think so", I ever so meekly  replied.

"Well that's good", he answered back, "I'm sure that over the next few days
or  so, that everything you've endured and have been exposed to will all come
into  reality for you. Just think of everything that you've learned up till
now as a  `lesson in time'; and one that I'm hoping will stay with you for a
lifetime."

"Yes Sir, I sure do hope so daddy", I quickly said back to  him.

"Your  mother and most of the other employees have begun their plane ride
back to the  city and that just leaves us men, slaves and my boy here for now. I
suppose that  it will be a good thing if the two of us had another chance to
bond, before I  head back after the court hearings are  concluded."

I wasn't sure exactly what dad was saying, but I knew that I had always felt
the  need to bond with him to a much greater extent than we'd had in the years
 passed. Daddy always did seem to have more time and energy to do things with
Zeb  and Carol, than he did with me. So having just the two of us, alone for
awhile,  seemed like it might be a great  thing.

"Do  you remember what your mother taught you yesterday, about always making
sure  that you pleased everyone that came in contact with you?" he  asked.

"Yes,  mommy said that I should always be nice to everybody so that when I
became  somebody important, it would all pay off", I  answered.

"That's exactly right, see I knew that you could understand how life is, and
 what being nice and polite means", dad said rather  joyfully.

I  suppose dad was talking to one of the slaves when he asked, "what bottles
has  Master Kevin had so far  today?"

"Sir, Master Kevin has had one full yellow bottle first thing this morning,
followed by a full blue one and about an hour ago he had a full orange bottle"
,  John Henry blurted out.  I was feeling so proud of John Henry for not
hesitating to answer daddy's  question.

"Well, one of you will have to go up to the kitchen; as Mr. Alderton has
fixed  another bottle for my little boy. Just ask him for the purple bottle and
then  after lunch make sure that our little one gets the whole bottle", daddy
instructed the two slaves. Both of the slaves answered in unison, which pleased
 daddy a great  deal.

I  heard the patter of naked feet scurry off, as dad said to me, "While we
have the  time, alone, let us not waste it, my little slurppie".

Dad quickly  cautioned me that I was going to feel a bit `uncomfortable'
while he helped me  up from the bed. He said that my new plug was probably going
to `hurt some' but  for me not to worry. He was right about the hurt, as he
soon had my legs  dangling over the side of the bed with my knees spread as
wide as humanly  possible.

I  was holding myself upright, by pressing down on the mattress with my
covered  paws; while dad took a position right along side of me, resting an arm
over my  shoulder while his hand draped down just above my left  nipple.

Daddy was so nice, in that he went back over a lot of what mom had said the
night before, in an honest attempt to make sure that I wouldn't forget that
they  both loved me very much and simply to reiterate the fact that my current
situation was brought on by myself, through my acts, my words, and my  desires.

Dad's hand began massaging my pectoral muscle just above my teet, which
caused  the large nipple ring to rise and fall with each vertical movement of dad's
 hand. It was actually begin to get me rather `excited', even though I was
well  aware that my cock probably would not be able to respond in a `physical
way'.

I'm  not sure at what point I finally began to feel dad's other hand making
slow and  methodical, not to forget mentioning soft, squeezing of my two rock
hard, bound  testicles.

The combination of his two hands sent shivers down my spine, all the way to
my  butt plug; which now seemed to have once again settled down to a `
respectable'  level of tolerance in  discomfort.

"Do you remember what we said about Zeb coming tomorrow?" daddy asked in a
kind  and rather whimsical tone of  voice.

I had  to think for a minute, but I was still in doubt as to my own
recollection of  exactly what they had said; even sometimes doubting my own ability to
recall  even the first time they'd mentioned his  name.

Without wasting any time, dad just came out and answered his own question by
saying to me, "Your brother will be the new `Estate Master' effective
tomorrow.  He has been made aware of most of the things which have been going on
around  here and is looking forward to working with you to get this place turned
around  so that it can once again become a profitable enterprise for the whole
 family."

"Thanks daddy for saying that", I quickly interjected. "I was beginning to
think  that Zeb wouldn't ever want to see me again, after the way I yelled at
him on  the day he left to go work in the slave  industry."

"Nonsense my little nibbler", dad replied. "I'm sure that the two of you
will  get along famously and that you both will find that one `common ground'
on which  to do your level best to get the place up and running. Zeb will have
a  tremendous amount to do, so keep that in mind and allow him some `space'
to get  his own two feet planted firmly where they need to  be."

"Sure  daddy, not a problem. I think I'm going to like having Zeb around. He'
ll  probably see that I'm not the spoiled brat he knew, when he left. I'm
going to  make him and everybody else very proud of me. I'm going to show
everybody that I  can do my work better than anybody. It's like mom said to me
yesterday; ` show  total respect to those around you and you'll make yourself and
everyone else  very happy and content'. There is still a lot for me to learn
yet, but with  everyone's help, I know I get the hang of  everything".

"Lunch should be here soon, and I too need to get some things taken care of
before court; but first, let me help you off of the bed and on to your knees",
 dad said with a caring  voice.

Daddy  was so careful, as it almost felt as if he was picking me right up off
of the  mattress and was able to get my knees to touch the floor without
causing to much  discomfort in my  butt.

I  heard daddy's zipper sliding, just seconds before I felt his warm, tender,
 scented flesh press up against my lips.

To Be Continued....