Date: Thu, 21 Jun 2007 20:51:49 EDT
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: a lesson in time part 45

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A Lesson In  Time, Chapter Forty Five


The first few minutes, alone  with Zeb, went by in an eerie silence; yet the
fact that there wasn't a single  sound was rather comforting, although hard to
believe.

I didn't  even start to think; as I was so happy to just lay in the sling and
enjoy being  left totally alone. But, as it was, I knew that Zeb was standing
somewhere close  by; as the fragrance of his cologne wafted into my nose.

Finally, I  felt Zeb's hands doing something with the hose leading from my
dick to the  hollowed dildo. The flow of my piss suddenly stopped dripping into
my  mouth.

"All of this is really weird Kevin" Zeb said with a sullen  tone in his
voice. "Gay or not, being the master of this place is a big  responsibility and is
for sure one that can't be taken lightly. I have my doubts  if you will be
able to dish it out if you ever had to. You know damn well that  slaves, any
slave, can and will push your buttons from time to time and you'll  have to
administer prescribed punishments upon the slave or  slaves."

There was a momentary lapse in Zeb's conversation, as I  felt him extracting
the dildo from my throat. "You see Kevin, even you and your  lifestyle have
somehow thrown me for a loop. Once mom and dad confirmed that in  fact you were
gay and had certain `needs' I began to doubt whether or not even I  could
deal with having you around, assisting in the day to day operations such  as we'
ve been graciously given."

I began feeling the emptiness in  my mouth and throat, as Zeb began to
massage my throat; trying to rub some  natural feelings back into it.  "Zeb, I don'
t know what you've heard, read,  or witnessed, but all you have to do is talk
to me and I'll be honest with  you.  I know that you must have a ga-zillion
questions for me and I  want you to feel free to ask me anything... anything at
all", I said with some  semblance of maturity.

"That's good to hear you say that bro", Zeb  quickly replied. "We'll have
plenty of time in the months and years ahead to get  to the bottom of all my
questions and thoughts but now I've got to concentrate  on all of the fucked up
things that have been taking place around here. I'm not  saying that you're
fucked up, but there's just so many things that are all  together wrong around
here, but I'll keep you in the mix for  now."

I pondered his words, feeling that he still considered me a  fag who likes to
be dominated, abused and tortured. Still, if given the  opportunity, I'd be
more than happy to suck his dick and eat his ass; just  because I've always
dreamed about doing it ever since I can remember, which has  no bearing on the
fact that I'm sure that I had been given some sort of drug  laced drink from
John Henry which has kept me feeling quite relaxed and most  pliable to just
about any and all suggestive conversations.

Zeb's  hands began tugging at the leather mitts that had been covering my
hands and  feet. The rush of air over them, mixed with my own perspiration made
the  experience one to remember; that of being `free'.

"What you have to  understand Kevin is that I had hoped that the two of us
could work together,  side by side, and turn this place into the best there is",
Zeb said, sounding  more like a big brother. "From what mom and dad have told
me and from all of  their emails to me, it seems that you really do have a
strong desire to see what  a slave's life is all about. You can't, ya just can'
t, just have it both ways,  and even flip flop whenever you feel like it."

"We can Zeb", I  responded. "I haven't had a lot of time to think about
everything like you have;  but I'm sure that with your help and guidance that I'
ll grasp everything pretty  quick. I mean... well, to say that I've now
experienced some of what a free man  goes through when he is indentured should be of
some help in my educational  endeavor".

I wasn't' really sure, until Zeb spoke, if he did or  didn't understand
where I was coming from. It wasn't that I was really trying to  get out of the
understanding and commitment that I'd made with dad, but if Zeb  could only
realize that I honestly had our business at heart; he'd see clear  enough to work
with me and teach me everything he knows. We could also learn  much, together,
as brothers; not only about our new business but also about each  other, which
is something that probably was long overdue.

I felt  the huge plug being slowly twisted, as Zeb began speaking. "I know
from what mom  told me, that you and dad made some crazy arrangement a few weeks
back and  allowed those retards at Windy Hills to extract a bunch of your cum
and sell it  overseas. I suppose the money you got will come in handy one
day. But, if you  stop and consider that we could do the same thing here, we'd
both make out  really well. We could actually bank all of that kind of money
from your cum and  that would keep us constantly in the `black'. I have my own
ways of finding that  one particular buyer and I'm sure that he'll want more
of your seed, for  sticking up the twats of his slave girls. It sure would be a
nice bankroll for a  `rainy day'."

The butt plug was slowly extracted from my ass, as  Zeb seemed eager to feel
the puffy ring of flesh which now encircled my pucker  hole. His ministrations
only heightened my need for some form of sexual release.  It was a warm and
heartfelt experience, the second that Zeb decided to ease  first one finger,
then two fingers up my ass. Before I knew it, Zeb had three  fingers inside the
darkness which led all the way up to my being. Slowly and  with deliberate
effort, Zeb found my `sex button' and guided his fingers over  and around it;
causing me to fall into nothing less than sexual frustrations due  to the lack
of being able to have my own orgasm.

"I suppose that  you have enjoyed what Mr. Alderton and others have done with
you so far", Zeb  inquired, just short of it being in the form of a question.
I'm just wondering  if you're ready to leave this all behind you and become
a partner in the  business or if you're still needing and wanting someone like
myself to take  control and command of your whole life. You've already seen
and felt what it's  like to have most all of your life controlled by someone
else, but I'm feeling  that you still want to continue with this so-called
educational experience. Not  that I'm ragging on you Kevin, it's just that we both
have to be honest with  each other if this whole thing is going to work."

Zeb's fingers  began their slow reversal and one by one they exited my ass.
Zeb was even kind  enough and considerate of my needs to offer his grease and
slim coated fingers  to my mouth and tongue for a good cleaning.

Even while I sucked and  licked his fingers clean, my asshole felt abandoned;
just from not having the  plug put back into place. I hoped that Zeb would at
least put something up  inside of me. The emptiness of my hole left a void in
my soul; as feeling  impaled was quickly becoming something I yearned for on
a constant  basis.

Zeb removed his fingers from my mouth, just as slowly and  deliberately as he'
d done when toying with my ass. I don't know which was  better, tasting my
own ass juices, or administering a suck job to Zeb's fingers;  much like it was
a penis.

"Kevin, I have to be honest once again  and tell you that, over the last few
years having worked with so many men, it is  quite a change for me when I'm
out on a date with my girlfriend. I'm sure that  she knows what my job
responsibilities were. She'd have to be some sort of  stupid bitch, not to. I'd be
lying to you if I didn't say that there are some  things I enjoy about being who
I am; and there are some things that make me  wonder if I could ever put all
of this out of my own mind. What I mean is... I  like what I've been doing. I
enjoy working with slaves and indentured males but,  at times I think that my
lady gets the short straw when it comes to receiving  affection from me. It's
not like I don't enjoy burying my cock into her snatch,  because I love it.
Standing here, looking at you... or should I say ... looking at a  naked, hairless
and nicely ringed slave gets me turned on in a `special' way. If  this was back
north at my old job, I'd probably be doing some pretty nasty and  painful
things with this body, just because I could and because I was expected  to train
certain boys and men on how to be a proper personal servant or sex  toy."

My thought process began to churn like a wind swept ocean. I  couldn't barely
believe what Zeb had just said. Zeb, in no way could ever find  himself
sexually attracted to a man, let alone find pleasure and happiness in  causing pain
to a slave. He was never like this before and I was finding it hard  to
envision that he'd changed so much.

The sudden change in voices  told me that somebody else had arrived. "Zeb,
you want to `shit can' those three  worthless overseers that worked with Shaun
or do you want Mr. Alderton to take  care of it?"

Zeb calmly answered "Well, as much as I'd love to be  the one to fire their
fucking asses, I'm right in the middle of something right  now; so ask Mr.
Alderton if he'd mind doing it for me. Oh, and, make sure those  three fuck heads
leave here with only their clothes and nothing else. I'm not so  sure that we
can trust them to leave on their own, so you and the guys stay with  them
until they're well down the highway.  Make sure they know that we  aren't going
to be driving them into town. Let the lazy shits walk or thumb a  ride."

"Cool! Great thinking Zeb", came a spontaneous  response.

For a split second there was silence and then my brother  continued right
where he had left off. "Damn, if it isn't one thing, it's  another around here.
But, I sorta knew things like this would happen. Now then  bro, where were we?"

I kept quiet, knowing that Zeb didn't expect a  reply, just like before.

"These rings you're wearing; I suppose  that you haven't really had much
time to tell if you like them or not. I gotta  say though, that your penis ring
is the biggest fucking ring I've seen on a  slave or even a free man. Your tit
rings look good on you too.  It kinda  makes your tiny nipples look more, ah,
how would ya say... more prominent and  inviting. If you keep them in long
enough, your nipples won't ever go back to  being small like they were in the
beginning."

I felt Zeb's hand  move down my abdomen and take hold of my Prince Albert and
give it a short, easy  tug. "You gotta understand, by now, that with your
piss plumbing plugged here,  that if I wanted to I could keep you from pissing
for a long time. That's what  we call, `total control'. Keep in mind, Kevin,
that an overseer or a Master has  total control over his charges, not just
whenever he feels like exerting his  authority. A good master keeps his slaves in
his mind all the time. A good  master never assumes that his slaves can or
would fend for themselves. A good  master must see to every slave's complete life,
even to when and when not to  piss, shit and eat."

Zeb's words seemed to have made a lot of sense  to me. Just being a master,
in order to say `I'm a slave owner' just won't cut  it. I'm going to really
have to understand every single need of a slave. Thank  goodness that as a
master I don't have to worry myself about a slave's wants or  desires. Such
things just don't exist in a slave's world.

"I'm  thinking of having you help me out tomorrow up in the processing barn
with those  four delinquent cum suckers. I think you'd probably like it if you
were able to  start helping out around here. Having them wait an extra day,
will most likely  get them pissing and shitting in their jeans by tomorrow. I
want them to be  nothing more than a bundle of nerves by the time they start
their processing.  I'm hoping that with you doing some of the work, they will
begin to see that  their lives will be changed forever and a day. I just want
them shitting in  their shorts before we strip them naked."

Zeb began laughing,  apparently thinking about the four teens and their soon
to be downward spiral in  to slavery. I'm sure he didn't mean, literally,
that the boys would actually be  shitting in their jeans, or maybe... did he.
Either way the boys will have plenty  of time to devote to thinking about their
future.

Once again, Zeb  began fingering the ring of swollen flesh that was
surrounding my ass hole.  Moments later, he began his slow and deliberate assault on my
rosebud. It was  easy to feel him gingerly begin to expand the ring of muscle
just inside my ass,  in order to accommodate his fingers even better. He was
mostly quiet throughout  the entire process, not one derogatory or negative
word did he utter. I could  actually feel his breath on my naked flesh, as he
seemed intent on inserting  more than just three fingers. The pressure which
seemed unsurpassable stayed  with me for quite some time as he worked finger
number four and his thumb  inside. The only real, meaningful words he spoke were, "
Now, inhale... now  exhale".

When he said `exhale', is when I felt the largest presence  of his hand at
my ass; but it didn't last to long as my ass seemed to suck his  hand right
inside my bowels. Not really knowing what I was, or should have, been  feeling; I
can only say that it felt good, even when Zeb began twisting his  entire hand
and wrist around in half circles. It was obvious that Zeb wasn't a  rookie
when it came to such things. The twisting and turning was soon combined  with a
small amount of that same kind of initial pressure. Before I could get my
brain to visualize what I was feeling, Zeb said, "there ya go boy, half of my
forearm is buried up your love hole. If I had more time I'd get ya to feel my
elbow and more."

My breathing was `labored' at best, but I was  quick to get it under control
just as soon as Zeb stopped feeding me anymore of  his arm.

"Feel good, boy?" he said/asked. "You want your master to  feed you more of
what ya got up your slave ass? Or just maybe you want to show  your master
just how much you desire to thank him for being so good and kind to  you".

As the forearm continued turning like the cog on an eight day  clock, I began
to moan; being filled with a great degree of sexual awareness and  not really
wanting it to cease.

But, all good things must come to a  close sooner or later, and I suppose it
was the `sooner' more than the `later'  that caused Zeb to twist his forearm
and hand backwards; making a  distinguishable swoosh as his hand sucked the
air right out of my  ass.

"You and I are going to be doing this exercise a lot in the  days and weeks
ahead, boy", Zeb said with a rather exhausted  voice.

It was easy to hear Zeb running the water in the open  bathroom, washing his
hand and arm; as I continued to lay there, feeling empty  and sexually
frustrated. I needed that release that all guys need and it was  becoming apparent
that Zeb wasn't ready to afford me the chance to spew my  seed.

As Zeb returned, he began flicking my two grossly over sized  ear rings, as
he said "nice rings here too, little man. I'm sure that if this  was any other
man, boy or slave I'd have good use of them for many years to  come."

Just as soon as he completed that particular thought, he  instantly went on
to another. His mind must have been going ten times faster  than mine. "I
suppose you know by now that Carol is coming out here, just yet.  Mom decided to
keep her in her own little `program' for the summer. I guess the  lady across
the street is paying dearly to have a young sweet thing like Carol  tending to
the house and cooking, and probably a lot more... if ya know what I  mean".

I thought for a moment about my sister, Carol, but since  we'd been at odds
for the last five or six years, I suppose I didn't have much,  if any, sympathy
for the situation that she forced mom to put her in. Maybe,  just maybe, she'
ll learn a valuable lesson from all of this and by the time I  see her, she'll
be an entirely new and different person; at least I could hope,  couldn't I.

I could hear the heavy `marching' of footsteps from the  floor above. It
sounded as if several people were moving rather `smartly' about  the space
directly overhead. Maybe they were moving something heavy or maybe  even whoever
they were, were simply playing some sort of game.

Zeb  began to unlace the leather laces which had been holding my hood in
place. I  instantly noted how the leather seemed to have a mind of its' own and
begin to  loosen from my cheeks and naked head.

"Tomorrow is going to be a  crazy fucking day around here for sure. I just
remembered that mom said that  your little friend Tyler would be here tomorrow.
Shit, I guess I'll have to pair  him up with somebody who can show him the
ropes, from the ground up. You don't  suppose he's gay too, do you? I sure as
hell hope not. Did you and this Tyler  boy have something going? I mean, let's
be real here Kevin. If you two are in  some kind of love thing, I don't want to
be responsible for messing it up. You  know what I'm saying, don't you? I
mean, well if the two of you are an `item'  and he discovers that you have been
messing around with other cock lately, he'd  be a might upset don't you
think?" Zeb blurted that out in rapid fire style, not  even giving me a chance to
respond; but I finally got my two cents worth in,  just before he started in
again.

"No Zeb", I said; trying to speak  properly over the soreness in my throat. "
Tyler and I never did anything  together. It's not what you think. I hardly
know the dude, except for seeing him  outside in his yard or at school during
phys. ed. class. He's just a  neighborhood friend, that's all."

I'm not so sure Zeb believed me,  and probably if I were him; I'd not
believe me either, or at least entirely. At  least I didn't lie to him. I wasn't
asked about if I had any feelings towards  wanting to suck Tyler off or having
Tyler fuck me; which any red blooded gay man  would drool just to see Tyler's
naked body like I did when we showered after gym  class.

Zeb said nothing, as he eased the leather hood from my face.  My eyes blinked
in rapid succession trying to adjust to the bright overhead  lights.

I managed to roll my eyes back, just enough to see Zeb  standing right behind
me. His bright blue eyes and auburn hair seemed to glitter  in the artificial
light. His dazzling smile was just how I remembered it. Zeb  was obsessed
with having the brightest and whitest teeth  possible.

As if on some kind of robotics program, Zeb simply began  to plane the
perspiration from my scalp, in silence; as his eyes seemed to roam  from my head
down to my toes. I began to think he was in some kind of  trance.

"Your looks sure have changed since the last time I saw you  boy", Zeb said
rather demonically. "To bad that they used the long lasting cream  all over
your body. I guess you'll be staying baby butt smooth for many months;  but I don
't mind looking at you this way. It sorta reminds me of all the naked  sex
boys we had to train. You know the kind, I'm talking about; the boys that  had
that `special' love of cock, cum and piss."

I could only listen  to Zeb, as his words seemed to keep me in a trance. "Let
me help get you out of  the sling. You'd like that wouldn't you boy?" Zeb
said, still sounding like he  had the devil in him.

It felt good being out of the sling, although  my legs felt a bit like rubber
for the first minute. Blood rushed to my head and  made me a tad light
headed. My fingers and toes tingled from the sudden  onslaught of blood coursing to
the ends of all my digits. But at last, I was  `free' from the bonds of
humiliation and could only hope that my `freedom' would  be long lasting.

Zeb looked even better standing right in front of  me, in his non-descript
clothes. He never was one for the A&F, or AE look,  but no matter what he wore,
he always seemed to peak my  imagination.

Another thunderous sound, of booted feet coming down  the stairs, interrupted
Zeb's thought process; as the nicely dressed man said to  him, "Zeb, the
public punishment frame is finally completed. It sure looks good  and mean.
Wished we had one like that back north. I suppose this slave is going  to be the
first one to be hung up and whipped?"

"No, nothing like  that Mark. I want you to go upstairs to the slave pantry
and take those two  slaves there and get them all strung up for our first
public whipping. I'll be  up there in awhile, but just let them slaves hang there
for a while, it'll do  them both some good. Let's see if they fuck with my
brother again, after their  hides are marked nice and pretty".

"Your brother, HOLY SHIT!"  hollered the man named Mark. "You saying that
this manly hunk of male fresh here  is your own brother?"

"Sadly, yes", Zeb answered. "I'm still  working to get to the bottom of why
Kevin is dressed like this but for now... it's  hands off to every single cock
in the place. I'll be the one who decides what  we're going to have to do
with Kevin, so just do like I said, and don't forget  to pass the word along to
the others."

`Okay, sure thing", the man  said; staring at my naked body as if it were
some kind of early Christmas  present or something. I could detect the slight
tenting in his cotton shorts, as  his eyes kept going from head to toe.

"Did Mr. Alderton get the  three men on the road? I hope he didn't have any
trouble with them", Zeb  pondered the question back to the man.

"No Sir, not a single  problem. We all helped get their shit stuffed into
some trash bags, and last I  saw of them their were hitching a ride back to town.
Shaun seemed to take it the  worst of them, as I think he didn't even see it
coming, getting his three  friends fired on our first day here", the man half
heartedly  laughed.

"Well, that's just for openers. If Shaun doesn't step up  to the plate
himself... he'll find out how hard it is to hitch a ride to town,  himself", Zeb
replied. "Now get going and get those boys hitched up all nice and  pretty like
so everybody can see them all nice and clearly. I'm sure having them  hang for
awhile will enlighten the spirits of all of our other slaves around  this
place."

The man acknowledged Zeb's words and raced back up the  stairs.

Zeb turned his attention towards me, by putting both of his  hands on my
shoulders and applied the slightest bit of pressure.

My  hands, glided down the sides of his chest, feeling the soft fabric of his
cotton  shirt and the supple leather of his wide, black belt.

The floor  didn't even feel hard or cold on my knees, as my eyes gazed up and
looked into  Zeb's own eyes; I knew what Zeb was expecting to happen  next.


To Be  Continued...