Date: Sun, 10 Jun 2007 21:52:13 EDT
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: a lesson in time part 44

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A Lesson In  Time, Chapter Forty four


Authors Note: Before you go  reading this particular chapter, you need to
know that there is/are a reference  to slaves mating with critters. There is no
actual scene (description) where  such occurs but there is indeed mention of
it. It was needed, to maintain  continuity of the story and its' characters in
such a way as to portray them in  their natural surroundings. So, if such a
mention is something you wish not to  consider, I'd suggest that you wait until I
post the next chapter. Now then... on  to the story...


Zeb's hands continued to glide over my taut  abdomen. I began to think and to
visualize him actually being a sadistic person;  but sooner or later my
thoughts and impressions of him would play out one way or  the other.

"I never thought I'd see the day when my little brother  would be all
trussed up like a turkey and as hairless as an egg. You're looking  great bro", Zeb
said in his normal tone of voice.

I replied, "Now  that you're here, I guess you'll be getting me out of all
this stuff  Zeb."

"No, not right away, but soon enough little man", he  said.

"When, but when and why not now", I said  pleadingly.

"Well, I've got to finish reading everything on your  computer and see what
Ms. Mudfart has to say about all of your writings. She's  been handing all of
your reports over to the `Mental Health' guys and gals back  at the main
office and they're the ones who are supposed to be telling us when  they feel like
you've gotten a grasp on just how a slave is treated and how easy  it is to
break down a free man's will and willpower." Zeb said rather  "brotherly".

"But I don't remember that being part of my internship  Zeb. I only did all
this to please mom and dad. They said it would be good for  me to experience
some of what a slave goes through after leaving the world  behind", I said once
again sounding like a frightened little  boy.

"That's true Kevin... opps... I guess I shouldn't be calling you  Kevin when you
're all exposed and displayed like this. I guess I could call you  boy, or
maybe even slave, or how about horse girl. I hear tell that you had a  great
time up in the horse barn and that's why you are wearing a horse hair butt  plug"
, Zeb said with a tab bit more of authority in his tone of  voice.

"No Zeb, it wasn't like that", I said, with only a second to  spare before I
felt my balls being squeezed like crazy.

"ZEB STOP  IT!" I yelled.

"I'm guessing that you have also forgotten how to  address a free man, let
alone a Master, your Master", came the response as Zeb  let go of my nads.

"No Sir, sorry Sir", I answered.

"Well, until you are once again back to being Kevin around me,  you'd best
not ever forget your slave manners. I don't like causing pain, but if  I'm
pushed, I won't hesitate in the least. Now then... let me just tell you that
where I've been working up till now, there are slave boys like you who are kept
and bedded down every minute of every day with horses. They do nothing but keep
 the stallions happy. They all seem, somehow, to come to grips with their new
 life and that translates into having happy horses for whenever it is decided
 that they will stud a mare. So best, I figure, I should give you the benefit
of  the doubt until AFTER I watch the now infamous video that started all of
this.  Not that I'm complaining none, but seems to me that a slave that crawls
 underneath a horse and licks and sucks the meat of a stallion must have some
 hidden desires buried deep down inside. Not that you're anything like that,
but  since they've been giving you all your meds, which are supposed to expose
the  real person from within, I'll just reserve my personal judgment. Maybe
some day  you can tell me how it felt and how good it all tasted, but for now, I
'll pass",  Zeb said quite politely.

"Yes Master, thank you Master", came a  weak response from my broken and
shattered spirt.

"Now then slave,  it has been brought to my attention, also, that while the
slave was at Windy  Hills Farm it witnessed several new slaves being led off
and that you were  concerned as to their well being... is that not right `horse
girl' " came the next  question in a soon to be rapid fire question and answer
 period.

"Yes Master, this slave wondered why they were hustled  away, out of my sight
Master", I answered

"Well, it's an easy  question for me to answer at this time, horse girl", my
brother replied. "You  see... what they had to go through, after they left
your sight is almost the  mirror image of what you've been going through here..
up till now at least. Now  you can not only see what they were put through, but
you are feeling what they  went through and are probably still going through.
Not only did they suffer what  some may describe as `humiliation and
degrading situations' but they were also  being stripped of all of their worldly ways
and worldly ideas and aspirations. A  good and proper slave needn't worry
himself about such things. Whether or not  the newly endentured servant is to be
used as a labor slave or a personal slave...  everything, and I mean everything
of and in their former life must be overcome...  erased".

"Yes Master, thank you Master", I  replied.

"Now then, too, I guess that this is as good a time as any  to confront you
with what I've perceived as something of a `ghost' in your past"  Zeb calmly
said, which sent a cold shiver down my naked spine. "I remember the  day and
year that MoMo came to me; expressing his concern for you. He showed me  the
magazines he discovered between your mattress and box spring. You weren't  even
fourteen years old and yet you were being supplied with dozens of  man-on-man
magazines. Some, if not most of them were rather, how should I say...  shocking
at best; being that the majority of them were of the sadomasochistic  variety.
And it wasn't long after that, that I'd discovered that you were  sneaking
into my room, while I was out, and snooping through my things,  including going
into my dirty laundry and eyeballing my underwear. Then, if that  wasn't bad
enough, I began to purposely leave the bathroom door open and sure  enough it
didn't take long before I spotted you standing in the hallway, glaring  into
the bathroom, passed the glass doors and watching me soap my cock up for my
morning beat off. It seemed like every day, you were standing there; probably
wishing that I'd let you suck my dick and swallow my baby  makers."

I thought about not responding to Zeb's statement but I  knew better than to
aggravate the situation any more, so I answered him back by  simply saying, "
Thank you Master for Master's most correct  observations".

By now Zeb's hand was running up and down my cock,  and sometimes I could
even feel his fingers pressing along the top of my  catheter, as my body
continued to drain the piss out of my bladder. "I'm  guessing that you still feel the
same way about wanting to suck my cock, but I  don't let bois' or horse
girls suck my dick without knowing that they can  swallow it all without gagging
and choking. It's the one thing that pisses me  off more than anything, some
fag queen choking just because he can't swallow all  of my fuck pole", Zeb said
half laughing.

The next thing I know is  that Zeb was telling me that I had to show him how
well I could handle a rather  large latex dildo being pushed down into my
throat.

I thought,  shamefully, that since I'd already been subjected to `deep throat
' exercises  that it would be a piece of cake for me to at least show Zeb
that I'd learned my  lesson as a `would be' slave boi.

Unfortunately, I was a bit off in  my own expectations. Zeb had selected,
from among the many, a cock which  apparently closely resembled the size and
girth of his own  penis.

The instant the tip of the dildo passed over my lips, I knew  that I was in
trouble. The sheer width of the damn thing was pulling the corners  of my mouth
to the point where I thought they'd start to break up and  bleed.

I tried, as difficult as it was, to work up an ample amount  of spit with
which to `coat' the dildo as Zeb continued to ease it into my mouth  in one
steady, fluid motion. At least I didn't forget to breathe through my  nose; and
that one thing alone probably saved me from being chastised by Zeb,  for the
time being.

Lucky for me, I was exhaling through my nose  when the dildo reached that one
spot in a man's throat that normally causes one  to automatically begin to
gag and choke.  The dildo made it past that point  and I could feel my throat
muscles begin to actually manipulate the dildo even  further down into my
gullet. It was amazing, if I say so myself, that the entire  length of the damn
thing finally became implanted within my mouth and throat. My  breathing began to
slow to a controllable rhythm, and I felt secure in my  knowing that perhaps,
just maybe, I'd shown my Master Zeb that I'd done  well.

It didn't go unnoticed in my own brain, that the last time I  ever saw Zeb's
cock hard... it wasn't anywhere near as big as this dildo. But it  was and
still is something that I'd really like to have in my mouth to taste, to  feel,
to savor and to excite my other senses and body parts.

Zeb  continued, "The days ahead will more than likely allow me and you to get
to  better understand each other and also we can better decide on a course of
action  that will take this place to becoming the `apple' in the industry.
We have to  remember that mom and dad have more or less `given' us this
opportunity to make  a name for ourselves, not to mention, making more money than
either of us could  ever imagine possible. I just want you to understand that no
matter what happens  between the two of us, that number one is that I'll
always love you and number  two... is that I have a girlfriend out west that I'm
thinking about asking if  she'll marry me. So don't go getting any weird ideas
about the two of us being  anything more than brothers; but maybe, as
brothers, we can at least `enjoy'  each other in ways that others could never
imagine. You're the gay one,  remember?"

I was contemplating answering Zeb, but with my mouth and  throat stuffed with
the dildo, that was simply out of the question.

A loud thud came thundering down the inner hallway and I could  indistinctly
make out the soft sounds of bare feet running towards our room. I  took the
sounds to be that of the cellar door slamming shut and perhaps Jordan  was
running back to me.

Out of breath, gasping for air Jordan began  to speak; " Master, sorry for
slamming the door Master and I'm very sorry for  taking so long in returning
Master."

"Well boy, at least you  haven't forgotten your manners, but I will have to
ask you what took so long for  you to return?", Zeb asked in a rather
nonchalant tone of  voice.

"Master, this slave took time to help the pony boy get  prepared for pulling
the carriage Master. The pony boy wants to show Master just  how much he loves
being a pony boy and how he looks forward to pulling Master  today. Master's
carriage is waiting at the front of the house, with `pony boy'  at the ready
Master", Jordan said, with what I detected was just the slightest  bit of
pride in his own voice.

Zeb didn't answer him directly, but  instead said to me, "we'll continue our
conversation when I return horse girl;  but until then you just rest up as it
is going to be a long day for every  one".

"Make sure you give this piece of horse pussy something to  drink while I'm
gone. I'll be back in an hour or so", Zeb said to Jordan who was  now
somewhere within the room, probably on his knees next to John  Henry.

There was an obvious silence, as Zeb left the room, and I  began to relax,
however difficult it was. I could only imagine how Jordan had  helped the pony
boy prepare for this one moment in it's life that would probably  be the most
defining of his young life.

........................

Just  as soon as Zeb opened the front door, he was enveloped with a sense of
joy and  obvious pride.

Before him, was a meticulously clean carriage. Even  the small chrome inserts
on the wooden wheel spokes were glistening under the  late afternoon sun. The
wood, or what appeared to be wood shone brightly without  the slightest hint
of a smudge or fingerprint. The leather seats seemed to  reflect the sun light
in as much as it appeared as shooting stars deflecting  from the supple
leather. The carriage whip stood proudly, in the holder. The  whip's handle and
shaft seemed to be ablaze with brilliant colors of royal  purple, black and
maroon. The short leather thongs, eight in all, dangled freely  from atop the whip'
s shaft. Each individual thong seemed to slowly flutter in  the slight breeze
which was coming in from the east. Such a carriage whip would  most definitely
grab the attention of this pony boy or any other `animal' which  was hitched
for the ride.

Zeb descended the steps leading down from  the porch, making his way slowly
towards the pony boy. His eyes transfixed on  the human flesh just a few short
yards in front of him.

The pony  boy was naked except for his two highly polished carriage boots.
His chest was  fettered with a rather wide and thick leather harness, with all
major points  being attached with brass rings in the upper part of his back,
just below the  shoulder blades.

The boy's body glistened under the sun, as if it  had been polished. The pony
boys head was also adorned with a leather harness,  much like the chest
harness. The one difference with this harness is that it had  a mouth bit running
from one side of the boy's mouth to the other. It didn't  look to be at all
comfortable; but let's face it... who cares about comfort when  we're talking
about mere slaves.

>From either side of the boy's head  were the reins which led back to the
carriage. Where the reins attached to the  harness, were what appeared to be
garlands of magnificent eagle feathers;  setting the boy's features in an even
higher degree of definition. The two small  `blinkers' which sheltered the pony
boy from looking anywhere but forward, were  shining and even smelled of being
recently polished.

Zeb admired  the pony boy's tail, as he couldn't help thinking about his own
brother's plug  and tail; which was quite similar in size. The actual tail,
moved with every  twitch of the pony's anal muscles; indicating that the plug
portion was seated  properly and that the pony was anxious to get moving.
Actually, when the pony  would be trotting, the plug was designed to stimulate the
pony's prostate gland,  which always engorged the pony's cock with blood,
causing it to erect to a  rather painful experience; always leaving the penis
begging to be milked of the  slave seed confined within.

"You ready for a good ride today boy?"  asked Master Zeb.

The pony boy nodded, as speaking with a bit in  the mouth would be most
disrespectful.

Zeb mounted that carriage  and shook the reins. The pony commenced to move
forward as the reins gently  tugged from the right side of his mouth.

The ride was most  beneficial to Zeb, as he and the pony boy made their way
down to where the fence  was being erected. Only twice did Zeb use the buggy
whip; both times striking  the pony dead center between the shoulder blades. The
naked slaves didn't slow  down nor did they seem inclined to look towards
Master Zeb as he watched them  toiling away at their assigned task. There wasn't
even any need for Master Zeb  to say anything to the overseer either; as the
amount of fence posts and strands  of fence which the slaves had put in place
had surpassed what Master Zeb had  anticipated. At least these slaves must have
known the value of hard work; as  compared to those who he and others had to
oversee out west, where they always  fell to their knees upon feeling the whip
or slave prod.

After  leaving the fence detail, Zeb guided his pony up the hill towards the
horse  barn. The journey was close to a mile trek, but the pony boy seemed
well  acclimated to his job. Zeb couldn't help but to imagine his own brother
pulling  the carriage; as he'd already seen in the video. The one difference was
that  today's pony was wearing its' tail; whereas, before, Kevin hadn't yet
been  `fitted' with his own tail. Zeb wondered why he'd left Kevin with the
impression  that he (Zeb) hadn't watched any of the video tape yet; but in
retrospect, it  would make not a single iota of a difference in the end.

As the  carriage passed the horse barn, Zeb thought once again of the tape.
He knew that  `this' is the place that his own gay brother was brought to
engage in `over the  top' activity. Just thinking about such acts, brought back
vivid images of his  former employment and the acts of domination that occurred
there on a daily  basis. However, the  mental images of his brother doing the
same things,  didn't seem to bring about the same mustering in his groin.

Guiding  the pony down the knoll, closer to the house than the slave barns,
Zeb noticed a  huge difference in the external appearance of the main house.
The grass was  perfectly cut, and not a fallen blade of grass could be found.
The shrubs, all  trimmed, seemed to highlight the prominent points of the
southern mansion.

So far, Zeb seemed overjoyed at the progress that had been made by  the
slaves and overseers. He knew that he had a rather ominous duty, which lay  ahead
of him; but for now, he only wanted to soak in the beauty of the land and  its'
bountiful nature.

Another swish of the buggy whip along with a  gentle tug on the right rein
and Zeb was headed up the lane towards the slave  barns, where even from his
viewpoint he could see and hear the slaves busy  working to retro-fit the barns
to meet his requirements. Some of the things  being done, had yet to be made
known to his parents or even his brother; but  since he had certain authority at
Willow Knolls he didn't need permission for  much of anything he or Kevin
needed or even wanted to do.

Zeb  pulled the carriage to a stop and disembarked from the comfort of the
cushioned  seat. He was greeted by one of his friends and Shaun, who looked
haggard and  only half alert; after staying up all night getting all of the slaves
 `inspection ready'.

There was some insignificant chat between Zeb  and the one overseer before
the three men walked into barn number four.

As Zeb inspected the work being done, he gave a brief thought to  the four
slaves that would be the initial inhabitants of these renovated  quarters; but
that wasn't all that was on his mind. He strode around the once  disheveled
barn, looking at the new slave beds, the four new `rigid steel' cages  being
welded, the new `shitter' and communal bathing area. He seemed pleased,  yet his
mind was quickly forcing him to think about  Kevin.

**
Kevin hadn't had the luxury of relaxing much. John  Henry had quickly gone to
the exam room and brought back a bottle of  `refreshment' for Master Kevin.
With all of the bottles, colored, and each with  its' own defined purpose;
John Henry chose not a clear bottle of pure water, but  one that had a purple
cap. He had given it to Jordan to hook up to the dildo  gag, as Jordan gave John
Henry an evil and rather hateful glare. Nonetheless,  Master Zeb hadn't left
any specific orders as to what Master Kevin was to have  for refreshment, so
neither slave thought the worst.

Master Kevin's  stomach absorbed the liquid, without even a taste to his
tongue. It wasn't long  before Master Kevin was feeling light headed and relaxed.

After  the bottle was empty, John Henry connected Master Kevin's catheter to
the mouth  plug which in essence allowed Master Kevin's piss to start
recycling through his  system.

With the contents of the bottle now in full effect on  Kevin, he could only
think of all the things that had brought him so much sexual  pleasure. He was
oblivious to his surroundings and to the two slaves.

Jordan was kneeling in front of John Henry; sucking on the slave's  cock.
Both slaves knew that if they were discovered having sexual contact such  as
this, that they'd both be severely punished; but the risk, to them, far  surpassed
the punishment aspect.

Jordan was enjoying the fact that  he could now suck his friend's dick,
without having to worry about maneuvering  around an excessively large Prince
Albert that John Henry used to be burdened  with.

Jordan was the kind of slave boy, that if he wasn't mating  with the dog, he'
d have to have sex with just about anybody, regardless of how  he felt about
them. For John Henry, it was just the fact that he now had to  comply with the
strict wishes of Master Zeb that kept him on edge and when he  had to
opportunity to show the slightest bit of domination over another male,  he'd
certainly take advantage of it.

Both of the slaves had their  own agenda, their own means of survival at
Willow Knolls; and yet, each of them  kept their thoughts to themselves, never
sharing them with one another; except  to share those few cherished moments of
unabated youth oriented sex.

Kevin could hear an occasional word or two, but as it was; the  words meant
nothing to him. He only wished that his hands were free and that his  cock wasn'
t filled with a catheter. The images of him and the slave 616, at  Windy
Hills, had gotten his `creative juices' flowing vividly in his brain. He  seemed
to feel the first time he actually rode another male's cock and how it  made
him tingle all over. Kevin had flash backs to the many times seeing Zeb  naked
in the shower and watching his brother jerk off; unaware that his lurking  hadn
't gone unnoticed. The sheer joy of seeing so many naked men, all available
on a whim, to be the object of Kevin's sexual desires made his time in the
sling  seem to go by at a rapid pace. The knowledge that he and his dad had
finally  bonded, as friends, after all these years seemed to mellow Kevin's thought
 process, even if for a few minutes.

Kevin's life, of recent weeks,  continued to replay over and over in his
head; until he remembered that all of  these thoughts were supposed to be entered
into his computer on a daily basis.  Kevin began to struggle with how he'd be
setting all of his thoughts to words,  but soon came to realize that dear Ms.
Mudfart didn't really care about things  like proper spelling, punctuation's
or even grammar; all she needed to process  Kevin's thinking were his unabashed
words, in his own style and in his own  compassionate way with which he
expressed himself.

Kevin's nutsack  began to tighten, against the cold steel of his cinch ring;
sending him the  message that no matter how hard he needed to nut, that it
just wasn't going to  happen. He continued in his own private world until a stern
voice broke the  silence.

"What the fuck are you two slaves doing!" screamed Master  Zeb; which
instantaneously separated the two slaves from their threshold of  orgasm.

Both slaves quickly assumed the proper submissive posture  of kneeling with
their heads touching the floor and their rectums positioned for  the sight and
pleasure of the Master.

All Kevin could do was to  remain still, to listen and learn.

Zeb went off on several  different tangents and began spouting words like
castrations, flogging,  branding, isolation and worse things such as selling off
the two  miscreants.

Zeb's words didn't fall on deaf ears, that's for sure.  The two slaves
begged and begged to be forgiven but Master Zeb wasn't about to  let either of them
`off the hook' just yet. After all, he'd been young and  active too, at
their age and he knew, even though the two slaves were gay, that  young adults
have an unquenchable appetite for sex; regardless of how or from  where they
receive it.

Master Zeb sent the two slaves upstairs,  remanding them to stay in the small
slave room just off of the kitchen until  such time as he was ready to deal
with them.

Both slave boys once  again, humbly apologized for their actions and were
made to crawl up the stairs  to await the Master.

It took several minutes before Zeb got his  composure back, at which time he
stood next to his brother; preparing to speak  to and act upon the shear
beauty of the naked form which lay prone and exposed  before his very eyes.

To Be Continued...

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