Date: Sun, 02 Mar 2008 09:31:03 -0500
From: sanibelboys@aol.com
Subject: a lesson in time part 52

A Lesson In Time Chapter Fifty Two

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It was some time that Zeb spent with Luke; going over just about everything
that had transpired downstairs with Kevin. There was nothing that really
upset Zeb, just for the fact that he'd already, more or less, given Luke a
free hand in toying with his brother. The one thing that seemed to please
Zeb was the fact that Kevin had not protested one syllable while under the
tutelage of someone like Luke.

Zeb was silently grateful that Luke hadn't exposed Kevin's `entire' flesh
to the minty scented cream of permanent body hair remover. In time Kevin's
scalp and eyebrows would grow back, but nothing else. Kevin would maintain
a boyish skin forever more.

Long before heading back downstairs, Zeb had dismissed his slave to Kevin's
side. Much was still pounding through Zeb's brain as he and Luke made their
way towards Kevin. Zeb was contemplating a quiet, long and restful sleep
more than anything. Had he perhaps `bitten off more than he could chew".
Thoughts about his mom and dad and siblings filled his head as he
apprehensively entered the examination room.

Luke slowly brought the lights back to full intensity; which mostly
highlighted the groggy Master Kevin bound, gagged, plugged, catheterized,
and now with the familiar skin sheen known but to a few at Willow Knolls.

Through it all, Kevin managed to work up a smile for his brother and Luke.

"Looks no worse for the time alone", Luke said in a semi-hushed tone of
voice.

"You okay bro?" Zeb questioned.

Kevin, bound tightly from head to toe, managed to blink his eyes and
increase the smile behind the gag.

"Well, I'm thinking that you've probably had more than enough for one
day. I'll get you off the table in a minute and then we'll go upstairs to
bed. Tomorrow is going to be an equally as long a day as today", Zeb said
as his eyes flowed over his brother like a gentle incoming tide. "At least
for your first day with Luke, you've probably gotten a good idea about what
is in his head when in comes to hogboys. Luke and I have been talking
upstairs about what plans you and I have for our place here and he's in
total agreement with what the two of us have mapped out. I don't think that
you'll have any objections or problems with what I myself have planned
either."

Luke injected his own thoughts while Zeb began to look around the
examination room; looking for and finding everything that Luke has told him
was there. "I've got a great hogboy room set up next to this one. I hope
that maybe tomorrow you and I can explore it some. I'm guessing that you'll
like it a lot. I'm hoping to get the milking system set up tomorrow along
with some other things that we brought along with us. I'm guessing that
what we didn't bring, can be found somewhere around this place."

Jordan and John Henry remained silent, and kneeling like proper
slaves. They both now understood that the `freedom' which they both had
previously enjoyed was all but gone. Zeb and the other free men here surely
would dole out firm and just punishment (s) to any slave; for any
infraction, regardless of how minor. Just from listening to Master Zeb
speak of the stable slave earlier; both of the boys began to get the strong
feeling that Master Zeb had some kind of infatuation with the lowliest of
the slaves here. Perhaps, maybe, it was just simply the fact that the
stable slave `volunteered' himself.

Kevin wobbled somewhat as both Luke and Zeb helped to get his feet onto the
cool tiled floor. The initial thoughts running through his head were
actually subdued for the simple fact that he was staring at himself in one
of those full length mirrors mounted on the wall next to the doorway.

With the continued support of the two men, Kevin began to shuffle his feet
forward. He could feel the tightness of his scrotum, still bound
tightly. The catheter wasn't as bad as he had felt at the beginning, but
the large saline filled balloon holding it in place deep with his bladder
was of momentary concern.

The more Kevin exerted his remaining strength to move, his own flesh seemed
to tingle. Perhaps it was from all of that sweet smelling oil and ointments
that had been rubbed into his skin.

"One for the road", Zeb said as he quickly grabbed another plastic purple
bottle of Kevin's dietary supplement from the table next to the door. "You
never know when you'll have a thirst to quench".

No direction, no command, no orders had to be given the two slaves; as they
began in earnest to clean up the examination room; left quite a mess from
the hours of use with Kevin.

Kevin managed to maintain his balance as he grasped the two handrails along
the wall of the stairway leading up to the kitchen.

The ceiling lights caused Kevin to momentarily blink and squint as he
opened the door into the kitchen. The house slave instantly dropped to his
knees, pressing his head to the floor. Kevin was impressed with the slave's
due diligence.

Instinctively, Kevin sat down at the small table and asked if he could get
something to eat.

"Master Kevin.. Sir... Master needn't ask for something to eat Sir. Master
has just to tell this lowly slave to prepare a meal Sir."

Kevin was somehow confused with the current situation. From being a slave,
to being a Master; seemed to be short circuiting his train of thought. How
he'd simply wanted to learn the slave industry ever since he could
remember, to coming to terms with his own homosexuality. Now he'd
experienced more in a month, than any one person could imagine; less of
course that `one' was indentured. How Kevin still longed to have a lover to
himself. How Kevin still yearned to have a life partner. How Kevin still
needed to experience more of the `gay world' before he reached the pinnacle
of his career. There was much running through Kevin's brain, but the one
thing that kept leaping to the front of his thoughts was the simple fact
that he and his brother had a huge responsibility now and neither of them
wanted to fail. Kevin knew that the financial rewards in the slave industry
were astronomical and he and his brother, both, wanted not only prove to
their parents that they could and would continue the family's traditions;
but they also wanted to amass a more economically stable and secure future
for themselves and any future family members that either one might produce.

There was a brief look and twisting head motion coming from Luke; towards
the house slave. It was as if Luke was communicating something to the
slave, which within moments began quite apparent.

The slave began to open up a rather large can of something on top of the
kitchen counter, and scooped some of what looked like canned pet food into
a ceramic bowl.

"With your tail in, Master Kevin; one wouldn't expect you to be able to sit
on a chair so why don't you just eat your snack the best way you can",
cantered Luke with a tone of false regret in his voice.

"Oh, um, I nearly forgot about having my tail in place. Sorry about that
you guys", Kevin said matter of factly. "Here hand me my snack and I'll
just eat it standing up".

"I don't think we should have you standing up so long bro", Zeb added
in. "Wouldn't want you falling over, after everything you've done `so far'
today".

Luke moved to the house slave and retrieved the bowl from the slave's
shaking hands; placing it on the floor next to Zeb's polished boots.

"There you go Master Kevin" Luke calmly said. "Perhaps one more little tid
bit of reality before you go upstairs for the night".

Kevin looked bewildered momentarily until hearing, "go ahead bro... its fun
in some ways to see what it's like eating like a hog boy", coming from his
brothers mouth. "I've seen plenty of the guys up north try it. They all
looked funny at first doing it but once they got the hang of it they all
had fun racing to see who could finish their slave chow first".

Kevin simply looked around. First he noted the downcast and sad eyes of the
house slave; then he noticed the gleam on Luke's face and just before
looking to his brother, he noticed that the can on the counter had the
label, facing him, which read "Great Western Certified Prime Hog Boy Chow".

"Don't pay any attention to the can bro. It tastes better than it
smells... trust me", Zeb said half smiling while looking at Luke.

`If you say so Zeb, I believe you. You know that don't ya?" Kevin said as
if he was about to get punished by his own father.

Kevin dropped to his hands and knees with his face directly over the bowl
of chow. The smell rose to great his olfactory sensors. "Dang this stinks"
Kevin said as he backed his head away.

Both Luke and Zeb laughed at Kevin's comment. "It's truly a fine snack
Master Kevin", Luke said in somewhat a reassuring voice. "Just block out
the stench and give it a try".

Putting his head back over the bowl, Kevin slowly began to lower his head
downward into the sloppy substance. First he only tongued the chow, noting
the texture of it. Then without reservation he took his first sample of the
stuff which nearly made him wretch.

Lightning fast, Luke was beside the kneeling young man. One hand on his
bare back and the other hand resting firmly on the back of Kevin's naked
head. "Go ahead and give it another try Master Kevin. Let your mind consume
every thought of what it is really like to be one of Master Luke's prime
Hog Boys", Luke said with a tone of dominance ringing out for all to hear.

Reluctantly Kevin took an even larger bite of the hog chow. "Not to awful
bad", he said, swallowing. Luke began to rub Kevin's back with a firm, but
somehow gentle motion. Luke's other hand was now roaming down Kevin's right
arm, slowly.

"You know Master Kevin that maybe you'd like to see what it's like to have
all your paws put into hog mitts. The guys back home loved them a lot. Said
the mitts kept their hands from getting dirt and shit on them", Luke said
softly as Kevin took yet another bite of his chow. Kevin remained silent,
but continued to degrade himself in front of his brother and the house
slave. Kevin could only think about Luke and how his own desires for Luke
were driving him hard to please this Adonis of a male specimen. Kevin most
assuredly was or would do anything for Luke with the hopes of having a
more, rather romantic, outcome.

"Way to go bro", Zeb piped up. "You're almost done. Then we can go upstairs
and get some shut eye".

"Yes Sir, almost finished", Kevin said without even thinking.

"You! Boy! Get down there and give Master Kevin something to wash his food
down", Zeb barked demandingly at the house slave.

"Master, yes Master", the slave said as he quickly responded to the
command. The slave was accustomed to having orders throw every which way at
him and he knew what each and every command meant and stood for.

With Kevin's face buried in the food dish, the slave reached beneath his
own scant coverings and allowed his dick to show just below and outside of
the `loincloth' which had been covering same.

The few seconds seemed like minutes to the slave as he knelt in front of
Kevin; but as it were, piss began to flow from the slave's own cock;
rapidly filling the bowl which was being used by Kevin.

Lap after lap, Lick after lick, Kevin maintained his composure and eagerly
consumed the slave's piss, until the bowl was completely void of material
and matter.

There were a couple of smirks from Luke and Zeb as Kevin's face came up
from the bowl. Speckled amounts of chow adorned the area around Kevin's
mouth. The house slave quickly moved forward and licked Master Kevin's face
clean.

Kevin smiled at the slave as if saying `thank you'.

"Now that wasn't so bad, was it", Zeb asked.

"Sir, no Sir, Master Sir", Kevin replied.

"Excellent! It's just another way for you to see, feel, smell that which a
slave goes through on a daily basis; especially one of Luke's hogboys", Zeb
said with a joyful tone in his voice. "You might just enjoy more of Luke's
experience".

"Sir yes Sir, Master Sir", Kevin again replied.

Luke looked dead in the eyes of Zeb. Both of them knew that the enhanced
drinks Kevin had been given all day were taking full affect. "We'd best not
forget to jot that down", Luke said as his smile widened.

Neither of the two freemen noticed the look of disgust on the house slave's
face. Had they... the slave would have been punished; but for sure... the
house slave knew what was going on and it surely didn't sit well with him,
even if he was only there as a result of a third degree felony charge.

"That's my boy", Luke said rather charmingly. "I know you want and need to
experience more of my special talents. I can make it easy on you or tough
on you depending on what you desire to learn".

Luke moved his hand down to Kevin's bound scrotum, feeling it as if he was
looking for a ripe peach at the food store. His other hand went to Kevin's
cock. "Think maybe you need to empty yourself Master Kevin", Luke said.

With ease, the plug was removed from the end of Kevin's catheter; allowing
his bladder to empty all of the contents into the house slaves waiting
mouth. The plug was put back into place and nothing was said about the
event, as if it were simply a normal function around slaves.

John Henry and Jordan came up the stairs, knelt, and waited until Zeb
ordered them both upstairs to the bedroom (s) and ready them for the night.

As Kevin and Zeb prepared to retire for the night; Luke simply nodded his
head and the house slave followed behind him out to the cottage for the
night. A night that the house slave would not soon, if ever, forget.

Kevin's mind still clouded, but working; only enhanced his eagerness to
engage in sex before falling asleep. His world, his wishes and thoughts
would not be denied this night; but in what form, shape and style would he
experience his needs?

"Here we are Kevin, let's get you all cleaned up and ready for bed", Zeb
said with a twinge of compassion to his voice.

Kevin looked around at what used to be a normal bedroom; one that he'd been
using from day one here. His bed was gone. In it's place a rather handsome
looking leather sling which was suspended from the ceiling with rather
large stainless steel chains. A leather clad leather pommel horse was also
now in the room along with assundreous other things affixed to the walls.

"I'll leave you and your queer boy slave to get you all ready for bed while
I take cunt face with me", Zeb said with a bit of distain.

Jordan followed Kevin into the bathroom before making his first, of many,
unsolicited comments. "Master has been through a lot today Sir. You must be
really into learning about slavery or else Sir is totally crazy".

"It's nothing like you think boy", Kevin said in slurred English. "A good
and caring Master must know everything about his slaves and also about
everything he puts his slaves through. If a master simply required a slave
to do something without knowing the results of such actions; the master
would or could be at fault for negligence."

Jordan began to adjust the three shower heads so that the water would be
less traumatic for his Master while Kevin kept speaking. "You see boy... if
I didn't know or if I don't know what I expect of you then I'd not be much
of a Master now would I? A Master shouldn't simply spout out orders without
knowing the outcome in advance. I know this because this is how it is in
our family. Just like Master Luke knows everything there is about hog boy
training; he's probably been training boys for many years and has seen such
training while he was learning stuff himself. I trust Master Luke to teach
me what I need to know, in the event we get into training hog boys here a
lot. That's why I have pulled carriages and subjected myself to other such
training events here. I'm not what you may think. I am your Master and the
Master of all which surrounds you. If it were not for me and Master Zeb
you'd have been sold right along with the rest of the succumb buckets or
sent to labor away until you were sent off to some glue factory. You need
to mind your manners boy and never let me hear of such insolence ever
again."

"Yes Master", came the response.

While Jordan washed away the sweet fragrance from earlier; replacing it
with the scent of plain soap reserved mainly for the slaves, Kevin began to
think of the day and all that he'd experienced.

It was almost euphoric that he'd not recalled the small, minor, details of
the day. Most of the thoughts running through his head were those where he
was being taught the right and wrong way of being a good and proper slave.

"Master, what of your tail", the now meek slave, Jordan, asked.

The voice broke Kevin's thoughts as he answered, "well it is a slave's tail
but perhaps we should at least remove it so that you can wash my pucker
hole really good. If need be, I'll have you help me put it back in later."

Kevin leaned forward placing his two hands on the tile wall while Jordan
tried to gently remove the plug. "Holy shit!" exclaimed Jordan. "How the
fuck did they manage to get this son of a bitch up Master's ass?"

Kevin cocked his head side ways to see the enormity of the butt
plug/tail. It was nearly as wide across as the slave's own hand.  "I don't
rightly know, slave. It didn't really feel that big or even hurt that much
when, whoever, pushed it in."

"Master Kevin, Sir", stuttered Jordan meagerly; "Does Master know and
understand everything that He is doing to Himself?"

Kevin pondered the question for a long minute before answering. "Yes, I'm
pretty sure I know what I am doing and what I am allowing others to do with
me. You can't be an effective Master without knowing and understanding what
it is that you require or expect a slave to do, without knowing first hand
yourself. My parents have engrained that into the two of us boys and we
both know and understand the monumental responsibilities that we have
here. You wouldn't want to dim witted Masters running this place, would
you! We feel that the last years here were bad enough with those to losers
who proclaimed two be Masters and knowledgeable in the business. All they
did was line their pockets with the ill-gotten proceeds from making and
selling those perverted, inhumane videos. Master Zeb and I intend to run
the farm like it was intended. We intend to make every single slave here
the best he can be. We also intend to see that this place turns and HONEST
profit and that will be a benefit to even the newest or the lowest slave we
have. Wouldn't you want to have all of the latest and most modern slave
implements and methods known to man and approved by the State's Slavery
Board of Regents?"

Jordan remained stoic, as if he was still digesting every word his Master
has just spoken.

Kevin was now feeling the warmth of the wash cloth and soap gliding
effortlessly between the cheeks of his ass. If his cock wasn't so
restricted... if his balls weren't perched on top of his cock; Kevin might
have managed to get the makings of an erection.

Kevin looked down to the tiled shower floor, seeing Jordan move around to
his front and fumble with the plug which sealed the end of Kevin's
catheter. After a moment, Kevin's piss freely flowed and Jordan aimed the
flow of urine right into his own awaiting open mouth.

"Better to empty Master's bladder now than to fill up the night bag during
the night", Jordan said as he licked his lips.

An air of warmth, friendship and kindness began to flow through Kevin's
veins as he watched his slave scrub under his arms and chin. Jordan seemed
to have the hands of a true personal servant. Each motion seemed deliberate
and with a purpose.

Kevin's arms and hands surrounded the slave, rubbing and stroking the
slave's back with an air of compassion. It didn't go unnoticed by Jordan;
whose own dick was beginning to feel the tempting efforts to firm itself.

After Jordan had scrubbed Kevin squeaky clean, Kevin returned the favor;
finding a certain undefined excitement about the entire scenario.

Finished showering and brushing his teeth, Kevin and his slave made their
way back into the bedroom.

Kevin, finally saw himself for the first time as a new and completely
strange person; even to himself, as he stood firm in front of a tall floor
to ceiling mirror. His hands ran over his head and chest, feeling the
smoothness of the efforts of others. His right hand began to caress his own
tightly bound testicles, which, to Kevin, looked `pretty' nicely mounted
next to one another on top of his naked, hairless cock.

There was a single drip of piss ready to drop from the catheter but Jordan
was quick enough with the night collection container to prevent the piss
from dropping to the wooden floor. Kevin watched as Jordan plugged in a
long clear tube into the catheter which was attached at the other end to a
large plastic collection bag.

Kevin strode to the bed effortlessly, still amazed at what he'd just seen
of himself. As he lay flat on the bed, Jordan attached the hose and
container to the side of the bed frame for safe keeping.

Like a stealth predator, Zeb entered Kevin's room wearing nothing but a
short length bathrobe.

"All cleaned up and ready for bed are you?" Zeb asked with a tone of
sarcasm to his voice. Zeb walked up to the bed and sat down right next to
his brother.

"I suppose you deserve a nice long rest after everything you did today. I'm
sure you haven't worked this hard in your entire life, seeing as how you
used to run with the `in crowd' of the neighborhood. At least you've gotten
just a sample of what life around here is all about."

Zeb began to rub the baby soft, hairless, legs of Kevin; all the while he
was continuing with his one way conversation. Jordan had immediately
assumed his proper place and position, just as John Henry came crawling in
on his hands and knees.

"It has been a long time hasn't it Kevin? A long time since we've spent
time together. A long time since you've gotten a good look at your
brother's naked body. Remember the days when you'd sneak a peek at me in
the shower? I saw you every time; standing their rubbing your cock like a
starving dog."

Kevin seemed to sense that this conversation was leading up to something,
but couldn't put his finger on the pulse of the meaning of such talk.

Zeb got off the bed and went over to the desk and booted up Kevin's
computer. Kevin began to feel his stomach churn, knowing that every single
thought, deed and action where outlined on his computer solely for the
purpose of keeping old Ms Mudfart up to date with her `clinical studies'.

Zeb scrolled down page after page, occasionally making a comment that
wasn't clearly heard by the others. After sitting there for nearly half an
hour Zeb rose from the chair and stood next to Kevin; staring down at him
as if Kevin was the evening meal.

Kevin smiled, barely, at Zeb as the two brothers took in each others
body. Kevin was still in his former melancholy state of mind which he had
in the shower and it seemed to be the one thing at present that kept him
from being his `normal' obnoxious self around his brother.

"You know don't ya that Ms. Mudfart forwarded every single email to mom,
don't you?" Zeb asked calmly. Kevin's eyes seemed to freeze for a moment
before he told Zeb that it was something that he never expected or
considered the old hag of doing.

"Mom told dad and dad read them all too. Then to make things a bit more
complicated; they sent them all to me", Zeb again said as he maintained his
composure. It was mom mostly who came up with this idea of you and me
taking control of this place. She doesn't want you roaming around looking
for sex in all the wrong places. You should be thankful that our parents
love us so much."

"They love you a lot more than they love me", Kevin said with tears
beginning to form. "You've always been their `baby', their perfect son."

Zeb once more sat on the bed alongside his sobbing brother. "Hey, between
you and me we can and we Will show them that we can make a great team. You
and I will make this place the best in the state and maybe one of the top
slave producing businesses in the county. There's no reason for you and me
to worry to much about what mom and dad say or do. You and I own this place
now and we just have to make sure we keep up with the financial agreements
we both signed."

By the time Zeb was finished his little `pep talk', his hands were tugging
and twisting the large nipple rings on Kevin's chest. "You know don't ya
that I think, in my opinion that Luke is probably right when he says that
you'd learn more, faster, if you just gave yourself up to him and me. I
mean bro, it ain't that bad is it? We haven't hurt you have we? It isn't
being done against your will is it? Let's face it bro, the things you wrote
in your journal are telling the world that you want not only to be a good
Master some day, but you are wanting, needing and desiring to experience
the full magnitude of slavery from the ground up. What better way is there
than to be here with me; showing you everything that I've learned and
letting you experience your deepest feelings. Shit, look at all that you've
been through so far! Fuck it man, I don't think I could have even let
somebody lock me down and milk my cock like you let them do to you. And
bro, it seems like you enjoyed some, if not all, of the other perks that
people offered you. I read the part where you lost your virginity, to a
SLAVE of all things, and that you stated it was finally over, a relief;
that you could now feel alive and more yourself. Fuck man, when I popped
Glenda's cherry I thought that I was on top of the world too, but you bro,
are right where you need to be. Dozens of men, young, old, gay or
straight... they all have cocks hanging between their legs. If getting
fucked and sucking dick is what you need and want... you sure are in the
right fucking profession if you ask me."

"Gee Zeb, how can you say those things?" Kevin queried. "You've never,
ever, been this close to me. You don't even know what's inside my head
right this minute. Just because I'm gay doesn't mean that I'm twisting in
my thinking ya know. Just because you like pussy doesn't make me or any
other gay guy less of a man. Why now are you so interested in me? I'm
beginning to think that your words and your `kindness' towards me are
nothing more than your way of keeping tabs on me just because you can see
truck loads of money in your future. Without me, my name, my signature, you
and ME are nothing more than puppets for mom and dad." Kevin finally
stopped and broke down; weeping openly and without reservation that he was
doing so in front of two slaves.

"I was going to suggest that you sleep elsewhere tonight, but seeing as how
you are upset; I suppose you might could be better off sleeping here for at
least tonight. I don't think you should be left alone for awhile though",
Zeb responded with what could have been a false emotion.

Zeb quietly told the two slaves to ready their own sleeping mats for the
night. Jordan and John Henry made quick work of pulling two pads out from
underneath Kevin's bed and immediately both slaves curled up on them and
closed their eyes.

"Here bro", Zeb said, as he pulled the remaining purple bottle from his
bathrobe's pocket. "Maybe this will help you sleep better".

Kevin grabbed it with his left hand and began sucking the fluids out. While
Kevin was occupied with doing that; Zeb unceremoniously pulled Kevin's legs
apart and chained each ankle cuff to the bed. Kevin's right hand was then
chained down while Zeb waited for Kevin to finish his `refreshment'.

Kevin wasn't even the least bit interested or concerned about being bound
to his bed for the night; and he even thanked Zeb for the bottle when he
was finished sucking it dry. The last length of chain was snapped onto
Kevin's left wrist cuff; leaving him once more exposed and vunerable.

"I want you to think of everything we talked about today and just now bro",
Zeb said firmly. "It's up to you and me to make things work not only for
our business but also so that you and me can put the past behind us and
start over as brothers or perhaps something a little more complex."

Zeb squeezed Kevin's nuts again as his other hand stroked his brother's
cock. "You should be mighty proud of yourself Kevin. You've come along way,
accepted a whole new world and maybe... just maybe you will accept a whole
new and wonderful life."

For no apparent reason, Zeb took off his bathrobe and exposed himself
completely to Kevin. Kevin was taken back by Zeb's actions but remained
calm, cool, and collected. "Earlier you drank my piss while you were bound
and blindfolded. So I suppose I should let you see all of me now, since
I've seen all of you. And don't think I haven't noticed that your butt plug
isn't in either. I think perhaps I'll just mention that to Luke in the
morning and see what he thinks about your empty hole. I'm guessing that
about now, you're aching to suck my man stick. Well not tonight bro, but
I'll never say never."

Kevin's mind was nearing exhaustion and could barely understand the meaning
and purpose of what Zeb was saying to him. All his brain was processing at
the moment was the huge cock being freely swung and flopped around near his
own face.

Zeb pinched Kevin between his two nostrils saying "Yep, you just might look
even better if you had a ring, a huge ring, put right here. It'd be easier
for you and for others if ya did. Maybe you'd like a big ring right about
here too", Zeb said as he pinched a small fold of skin behind Kevin's cock
and pucker hole.

After saying that, Zeb leaned forward and placed a warm, moist, caring and
compassionate kiss onto Kevin's lips. It wasn't long before Zeb was probing
Kevin's mouth with his tongue.

Kevin's eyes closed, capturing the moment, the feeling, the desire to give
back.

"Sleep well baby. Tomorrow will be here before you know it".

Zeb moved towards the door, making sure that the two slaves were fast
asleep. "A lot is going on tomorrow Kevin and you and I have to be ready
for whatever comes our way. Good night baby brother."

Zeb turned off the light and headed for his own room; leaving Kevin's door
open.

"Hi mom, how are things", Zeb said over the phone; as he lay on his back,
stroking his cock with his free hand. "I'm calling like you asked me
too. Everything is great. No, in fact we made a lot of changes around here
already. No, I haven't done that yet, but soon mom. No tomorrow the new
guy, Tyler, will be here and he'll keep busy for sure. I hope he is well
rested... hehe. No, not completely; Shaun will be all ready for packing and
crating by noon tomorrow and that should put a nice chunk of change in our
bank account. No, the vet comes Monday mom, I thought you knew that. No
mom, Mr. Alderton is sleeping in town. He's probably got a room full of
errant slaves tending to his every desire by now mom. Yes mom, I know dad
will be here on Monday too. Oh really! You're coming with him... GREAT! Not
yet mom, I think Sunday the mayor and police chief are coming for dinner;
I'm planning on having a bbq out at the pool; you know... sorta a man's
thing if ya know what I mean. No mom, I haven't worked Kevin to hard. He is
already in bed for the night. Yes mom, Luke and Kevin get along just great,
fantastic in fact. No mom, what gives you that idea, he's my brother, my
flesh and blood. No mom, you'll just have to wait till Monday and see for
yourself. I know you'll love having your two sons pamper you while you're
here with us... Okay mom, I gotta go now.. I love you, hugs."

Zeb's orgasm was approaching rapidly.  His manipulation of his penis became
more intense as his mind, his thoughts, his desires flooded back down the
hall and into Kevin's room.

To be Continued...

Authors Note: Thanks again to those who wrote me. It has been extremely
busy here on our ranch but I haven't forgotten you guys and girls (?). It
took me this long from the last chapter till now to have the time, whenever
possible, to sit down and put the chapter to paper, have it read and edited
somewhat from the first draft. I'm guessing that by now you all can sorta,
kinda figure out that the next few chapters are going to be a wee tad bit
... umm... `steamy'... hehe....