Date: Sat, 21 Jun 2008 16:58:29 -0400
From: sanibelboys@aol.com
Subject: a lesson in time part 54

Authors Note: Thanks to those of you who were kind enough to send me your
comments and thoughts. They sorta help me want to continue the story.

This and all Sanibelboys stories are copyrighted and you all know what that
means.

The Saturday morning air was cool and the wind was light and balmy as Zeb
made his way up to the processing barn. Zeb had maintained a huge smile on
his face as he recounted the morning's events.

For the very first time Zeb had allowed himself the freedom not to think
about his actions with Kevin. The age old adage of two brothers intertwined
was now a

fact for family history.

Feeling his own cock ease itself into Kevin's eager mouth seemed so natural
and good. Zeb didn't even consider face fucking Kevin. Instead, Zeb simply
took his time and allowed the two of them `enjoy' one another's
company. Zeb knew now that such occurrences could, and most likely would,
be happening more than once.

On the other hand, Kevin was still up in the bedroom; chained to the lower
part of one of the bed frame post. Kevin was aglow with happiness that his
life long dream had finally come true. The chain was long enough for him to
be mobile within the confines of the room; such as bathroom duties and
allowable access to his laptop computer. Kevin seemed content to be on the
floor using his mouth to eat his breakfast, such was the case for several
days and possibly for some time to come.

John Henry and Jordan, under the direction of Coffee, were swiftly
completing their chore of moving all of the newly arrived boxes. Some of
the boxes went into the study; which seemed heavy but the majority of the
boxes went downstairs to the examination room or the training room, with
the remaining boxes going over to the cottage.

After finishing their chores, John Henry would be assigned to perform the
daily house cleaning of the cottage and Jordan would once again be
assisting his Master with any and all needed or desired situations.

Coffee seemed pleased with the diligence of the two young slave boys. He,
of all the slaves, seemed to be the most trustworthy and for now most
loyal. Time, and time alone, would tell just how much Coffee would play a
role in the more in depth situations of the day to day household; but for
now he wasn't thinking of anything other than his job, his duties, and his
two Masters.

With a thud, the wheels of the plane carrying Tyler, hit the
pavement. Tyler's life would forever change from the moment he stepped off
of the plane; and he knew it to be so. There was a great deal of pent up
emotions about what his new world would be like. However, most of his
thoughts and emotions were concentrated solely upon Kevin. He wanted,
needed and desired to see Kevin now more than ever. Something in the back
of his mind was telling him, over and over, that there was more to Kevin
than he or anyone else knew or understood. Tyler was determined to explore
the reasons he was having these thoughts and feelings.

Standing inside the airport terminal, Alderton was maintaining his usual
prominent demeanor. He had just put his cellphone away, after a rather
lengthy conversation with Mr. Latimore. Mr. Alderton was a man that never
took `no' for an answer, nor did he believe that employees in a lower
status than he, should ever question his requests or demands. His brain was
always in motion with pre-planning this or that; much like when he took
command of Kevin back at the office during Kevin's first major dose of
humiliation and total exposure to the rest of the employees. Alderton took
his job, his work, his life very seriously and the infrequent displays of
laughter or even a faint smile were taken by others to be a sign of
`approval'.

In the processing barn, Luke had just begun reading the court ordered
documents to the small crowd of gathered people. With the four teenagers
strung up, but not painfully so, Luke silenced the crowd and had them take
a seat on either of the two wooden planks which were designated as such.

The four youths continued to turn a multitude of shades, with their heads
bowed; as the crowd of people took their places. The crowd was comprised
solely of family members, male and female; mother and father, brother and
sister. Luke was loving it was to much, and was determined to make this day
one that everybody would remember for years to come.

"These young men have been convicted of sodomizing a free man against his
will, participating in unwarranted sexual deviant acts upon same,
performing said sex acts for cash gains which went unreported to the proper
authorities and for their failing grades in school", Luke said with a stern
look upon his face. "The court has sentenced each of them to remain here at
Willow Knolls for a determined five years. Each of their sentences can and
will be extended for a variety of reasons should such arise. You will be
granted visiting privileges each and every Saturday between the hours of
one and four; excluding holidays should one fall upon that particular
Saturday."

"Does that mean that I can play with my brother on Saturdays?" asked a girl
of about 11 years old.

Without missing a beat, Luke lowered his papers and answered. "Yes young
lady, that is true. If you wish to play with your brother every Saturday
then so be it. Each of the boys, who shall from this day forward be
referred to as a slave, will have a tag around their neck each Saturday
allowing you to see what training and education each has had for the
week. I would strongly suggest that each of the slave's family members make
use of that information when it comes time to `play' with the slave."

Luke returned to his diatribe dialogue. "The courts have commanded us to
take good care of these four youthful offenders and we here at Willow
Knolls intend to do just that. As you can plainly see, each of the four
slaves is in a naked state, such as the moment of birth."

Two young boys seated next to their mothers began to giggle, which caught
Luke's attention and he immediately handled the situation.

"We are here to nurture these youthful offenders. It is our responsibility
to tear down their old ways and mend their ill gotten thoughts and
actions. There is no better way to do that than to start from
scratch. Being as naked as the day they were born is just the beginning. My
staff with the help of these able bodied mature slaves will begin the
processing procedures in just a few minutes. Each of the slaves will lose
every hair on their body, as a symbol of being reborn into a normal and
proper world. Only and only if, they maintain proper attitudes and
behavioral standards, will they be allowed to have worldly hair once each
has reached the age of eighteen."

"Fuck, mom, I'm going to have more hair than my brother before the morning
is over", exclaimed one boy of thirteen or so years of age. The mother
simply sat transfixed on her slave son, thinking back on those early years
when her boy was growing up and not yet reaching puberty.

"Each of these new slaves will be working five days a week, eight hours a
day and after work and their evening chow; will receive an additional three
hours of training. There work will consist of teaching them a trade for
when they are set free, if that day ever comes. They will learn such things
as landscaping and gardening, along with such things as tending to any and
all animals here. They will learn that an honest days work is better than
the crimes for which sent them to us. The only day the slaves will have to
themselves shall be Sunday, but they will be kept busy on that day as
well. `Idle hands are the devils workshop', so the good book says", Luke
said with a half smirk on his face.

"The three hours a day training shall consist of learning the proper way to
tend to a free man's wants, needs or desires or those of the slave's
Master. The things each slave learns in personal service will also be
listed on the slave's tag for your review. We strongly suggest and even
encourage those of you who prefer, to allow the slave to demonstrate from
time to time all that it has learned".

Zeb had quietly and unannounced, made his way to the slave processing
barn. He simply and without fanfare leaned up against the large open door
way, to watch and listen. He was used to seeing and hearing Luke, but for
some reason the manner in which Luke was addressing the audience this
particular day seemed to carry a larger weight than those days back north.

Luke made a simple gesture with his hand and his two comrades instantly
began using the cordless clippers on the four youthful slaves. The
comments, giggles and laughter from the slave's siblings didn't help the
situation much as lock after lock of head hair fell silently but gently to
the barren floor.

After the cordial handshake and simple greeting Mr. Alderton and Tyler were
quickly on their way. The `standard' question and answer period followed,
about the flight and if any thing or any one had caught the attention of
Tyler's eye.

"I'm sure you will find that serving part of your internship at Willow
Knolls will be a real eye opener for your first couple of months", Alderton
said.

"I'm looking forward to learning all that I can", replied Tyler. "It seems
as if Mr. Latimore has placed a great deal of responsibility on Zeb and
Kevin. I hope that I can live up to their expectations, yours and
Mr. Latimore's."

"Best advice I can give you off the cuff Tyler is to keep your eyes and
ears open and only ask questions when something doesn't seem right or if
you have a difficult time grasping the reasoning behind anything that you
see or hear. Not that we want you to remain silent, of course, but
sometimes it is just best to go with the flow for your first couple of
weeks". Mr. Alderton said in what seemed to be a friendlier tone of voice.

"Yes Sir", answered Tyler. "I think that the three days I spent at the main
corporate offices has taught me at least that much Sir".

"You know Tyler that you can always email me with anything that doesn't
seem right or if it's something you don't understand. That way you won't
have to have the feeling of asking the boys a question that might show them
that you aren't learning."

"Well Sir, there is one question that has been on my mind since this
morning Sir", Tyler asked with a great deal of reservation.

"Ask away", Mr. Alderton said as he slowed the rental car and made a right
turn into the parking lot of the `Master and Slave Emporium.'

"I was wondering why I wasn't allowed to bring my own clothes and why is it
that I am having to wear pink undies", Tyler asked; keeping his face turned
to the window to hide his confusion and embarrassment.

"That is a good question and one that needs answering and that is one
reason why I've pulled into this parking lot. We want you to start your
education with new clothes which Mr. Latimore and myself feel that will
benefit you and his two sons", Alderton said; as he turned off the ignition
and rested his hand on Tyler's upper left leg.

"I promised Zeb that I'd stop and pick up a few items that he called for
and also to get you kitted out for your new position as `intern'.

Both males exited the car in harmony and entered the store. Mr. Alderton
was greeted with a smile and handshake as if the shop owner had known him
for years.

Tyler was amazed if not `shocked' at everything he saw. Not only scant
slave clothes but the walls and shelves were covered with various training
aids. Most of the stuff he had no worldly idea what it was called, what it
was used for or even if such things inflicted pain.

Mr. Alderton continued his conversation with the store clerk while Tyler
strolled aimlessly up and down each isle; sometimes pausing to pick up
something and assume he knew what it was. He came across a section in the
store that contained a few shelves filled with different books on slave
training and the `art of obedience'. There were even a select number of
videos on the subject matter; which perked Tyler's interest a great
deal. At least if he purchased anything in the store, not a soul would look
down their noses at him.

"Tyler, come and help get these few boxes out to the car please", Alderton
politely requested of the new intern.

The boxes weren't heavy nor big but after placing eight boxes in the rental
car there didn't seem like there'd be room left for much more.

"Now let's see about getting you a few things to wear during your stay",
Mr. Alderton said sternly. "Go ahead and strip down so you can try on a few
things".

"Here, right here out in the open?", questioned Tyler.

"Of course, why not? After all you are a free man and this is a slave
supply depot and everybody that comes in here is used to seeing a slave
naked from time to time, so seeing a free man isn't much different is it?"
replied Alderton.

Tyler, without responding to the question began removing his clothes and
footwear. He stopped short of removing his undies and Mr. Alderton prodded
Tyler with a few choice words which half convinced Tyler that all was
proper.

The female store clerk just smiled; not because Tyler was wearing the pink
undies but because she had been forewarned that Tyler and Alderton would be
stopping by and that this experience for Tyler would `enlighten' him beyond
words.

Mr. Alderton was awestruck by the size of Tyler's penis and low hanging
testicles. "I haven't seen a cock and set of balls like that in years. Sure
is nice to know that some men still have a complete and workable set".

Without asking, Mr. Alderton reached over and gently grabbed Tyler's
cock. "Nice hunk of man meat you have there boy".

Dumb struck and shocked, Tyler attempted to push his hips back but to no
avail. The grip on his cock only grew stronger. "Nothing to fret about son,
I've grabbed more dick in my life than you ever will, IF you make the
team", Alderton said with a smirk. "My guess is that you've screwed just
one or two girls in your life but you're wishing that you'd have fucked
twice as many. And I'm guessing that I'm the first man to ever take hold of
your dick."

Tyler settled down and simply let Mr. Alderton have his way for the moment.

"One of these days you'll have to ask Kevin about the time that he came to
the office for his indoctrination and how I manhandled him all fucking day
long; bosses son or not... the boy wanted and needed the attention and
humiliation... maybe you two are alike".

"No Sir, I don't think that Kevin and I have all that much in common when
it comes to man on man sex", Tyler responded quickly.

"Sir", interrupted the store clerk, "What particular line of clothing are
the new employees to wear at Willow Knolls?"

"I'm not sure about the `employee' part just yet, but since he is one of
my, `our' interns he'll just have to be comfortable in anything that we
need him to wear", Alderton answered.

The store clerk began taking measurements of Tyler, but they didn't seem to
be the type of measurements one would expect; say, at a man's clothing
store. After all this is a slave supply store and it's just not for the
everyday person to patronize such.

Tyler was beside himself with the way the female clerk simply took her job
as you or I would. It appeared natural for her to measure not only the
chest but the distance between the nipples, followed by the triangulation
of the nipples and the belly button. After taking all the needed
measurements the clerk entered them into her computer and instantly came
back with a list of sizes, styles and colors for Tyler or Alderton to
choose from. The look on Tyler's face told the story.

Mr. Alderton was sorting through stacks of clothes which, had Tyler not
been savvy, he might have taken them to be clothes worn by the common
slave; something near to what he saw a few slaves wearing when they entered
the town's main street.

Remaining naked, where is body was visible to any passerby was grinding on
his nervous system.

John Henry and Jordan had finished their assigned task. John Henry wasted
no time in trotting down to the cottage to clean and spruce it up.

Jordan was upstairs helping Kevin. Kevin had eagerly finished his `chow'
and was near about finished with his douche and shower. There was a fair
amount of chatter between the two; with Kevin doing most of the talking. It
almost seemed as if Kevin was addressing Jordan as a fellow slave or worse;
a slave with more superiority than he. Jordan `almost' asked Kevin if he'd
like to have the chain removed but opted not to for fear that he, Jordan,
didn't know the extent to which his Master was still chained to the bed.

The four slaves had now been totally denuded and were trying very hard not
to cry. The entire group of siblings was nearly uncontrollable with smirks,
laughter and even some outlandish remarks made to what `were' their former
brothers; so much so that none of the parents seemed to object.

"I know what they are going to be teaching you bro", shouted one young
twelve year old. "It sure might could be fun using you once they put cock
sucker on your tag".

"I guess you won't be running your dick up any butts for awhile", chimed in
one little girl of about thirteen.

Although Luke found most of the comments rather amusing, he held up his
hand and commanded silence; so that he may continue with the proceedings.

"For the parents of these four slaves, you will be afforded the opportunity
to have your former child enslaved for a longer period than the courts have
placed up them or you can opt out for a settlement fee and have all of your
parental rights removed; which in most cases would result in a rather nice
nest egg in your bank account once the slave has reached the age of
eighteen. There is no need to hurry with your decision, but at least give
it some thought. Keep in mind that should you surrender the child, the now
slave will be sold by us as an authorized agent of the state to who or whom
ever has a need for such flesh. Once the slave is sold you will never be
allowed to see it, speak to it or have any say in the slave's future. Most
slaves that are purchased from out of state persons or corporations will
wear a distinctive brand and most like will have their testicles removed,
but not always.

"Hey bro... you're going to end up a nut less faggot and suck dick and get
fucked all day long. Somebody is going to really `whip' you into
shape. You'll probably be drinking piss out of the toilet of some rich
fucker", shouted one of the older teen boys.

There was a pause before the four slaves were released from their torturous
chains and led over to the two padded tables to receive their piercings and
permanent stainless steel ankle and wrist bracelets.

The once seated family members quickly stood up and followed the slaves and
their handlers. It was to be a most momentous occasion for the family
members to witness one more part of the processing.

Zeb, still standing by the door way, glanced over at Shaun who was still
weeping in his cage. It was a sight to behold. There kneeling helplessly
bound inside the transporter cage was the once behemoth male that `ruled
the roost' around here. There knelt the man that wheeled all the power and
the man that dished out all of the pain to each and any slave he saw
fit. It was only a matter of minutes before the transporter would arrive
and it would be only a matter of minutes after that, that the slave would
be on its way to the airport and it would also mean that the six figure
price that Zeb and Kevin got for him would be deposited into their new bank
account.

Zeb took one final look at the processing of the four boys before he
continued on his way around the estate. He wanted to pay a visit to the
slave barns and see for himself that the slaves that hadn't been assigned a
task for the day were still safely chained to their bunks and that none of
them was attempting to harm another slave by any means.

Luke, Randy and Will continued with the new slaves' processing amidst what
seemed now to be non-stop bantering and harassment towards the slaves from
their siblings.

The young stable slave had all but completed his morning chores and was now
just basking in the fact that he still felt some sort of connection to his
new Master; which might prove correct not only in thought but reality.

Jordan and Kevin had completed the mandatory elements of Kevin's routine
and were soon informed by Coffee that `Master Zeb desires Master Kevin to
return to the lower floor and prepare himself appropriately'.

Both Kevin and Jordan knew what that meant. Kevin was well rested and felt
as much; especially since he had the best morning of his young life sucking
his brother's cock and tasting for the first time the cum which flowed
quite freely.

Kevin and Jordan made their way down to the basement. The mood quickly
became somber and almost religious in demeanor.

"Does Master desire His bottle?" Jordan timidly asked.

"Well boy, I suppose that Master Zeb knows better than me when it comes to
things like this, and with Mr. Luke as chief overseer around here I'm
certain that he'd either approve of me having another bottle or at the very
least he'd expect me to eagerly know what good my volunteering for this is
doing for Willow Knolls and everybody here", Kevin said in an almost
reverent tone of voice.

"Yes Master", Jordan responded. "Is Master going into the new parlor room
that has been set up?"

"Master Zeb said that I'd be using the new `parlor' for a few days
beginning today so I'm assuming that He expects me to be in there when he
or somebody arrives", Kevin said with a half a smile on his face.

They stopped outside of the examination room just long enough for Jordan to
go and retrieve another bottle of liquid for his Master. "Does Master
desire it now or later Sir?" questioned the obedient and adorable slave.

"Let's just get me situated in the `parlor' before I drink it", Kevin
answered. "You might look for a different end for the bottle since you'll
probably have to hold it for me", Kevin replied.

Once again Jordan entered the room and after a minute said "Master, perhaps
this slave should look for it after Master is situated".

Without thinking, Kevin agreed and the two of them set foot into the
`parlor'.

Both males looked at each other and Kevin made a defining statement to
Jordan. "As long as you are `my slave' I feel comfortable in helping out in
these experiments, knowing that you are to always be close at hand and also
just for the fact that I know I can trust you".

"Yes Master, thank You Master", Jordan said with a mile wide smile.

"What's with this box, I wonder", Kevin queried.

"It was among the many boxes that we moved earlier Master", Jordan
answered. "slave Coffee told John Henry to bring the box down here and we
even put a bunch of boxes in the training room down the hall."

The shuffling of bare feet coming down the corridor was enough for Kevin
and his slave to cease speaking and to step back to see who was coming.

It was the kitchen slave, Coffee.

"Yes... what is it Coffee?" Kevin questioned.

"Sorry Master Kevin, but I forgot to give Master this envelope from Mister
Luke. He asked for you to read it if you got downstairs and I forgot to
give it to Master", Coffee said with a bowed head and a fearful tone to his
voice.

"Not a problem boy", replied Kevin. "Let's see what Mister Luke has to
say".

Kevin thought for a moment to read the letter/note aloud, but when he read
the first one or two lines he thought better of the idea.

Kevin quickly dismissed Coffee, and returned to reading the letter in
silence.

Up in the processing barn things were moving along as planned.

Two of the new slaves had already received their body rings, cinch rings
and permanent bracelets, and were left hogtied on the bare floor next to
the remaining two slaves who now lay tethered to the treatment tables.

The two hogtied boys were still shaking and crying from the ordeal, but
their siblings seemed determined to lighten the mood a bit. As the minutes
ticked by, the siblings became bolder and with their parents permission,
approached the two boys laying on their sides; knowing all to well that the
fun and games that `normal' boys do and play was over.

"You look great brother", one of the younger girls said. "Without hair you
look almost as pretty as my Ken doll. George said that these men are going
to turn you into a girl and make you do all sorts of girl things".

Not to be out done by his younger sister, brother George chimed in his two
cents worth as he began rubbing the smooth scalp of his once older
brother. "Yeah bro, and dad has already said that when we come to visit
that I'll be able to see how well these men have trained you. You know what
that means don't ya? I'm betting that something more than this butt plug
will be going up your beautiful ass in the days to come. (Laughter from
several other boys ensured) Maybe by next Saturday you'll be a good little
girl and wrap your lips around my pole.  You kept telling me all the time
about how these slaves out here sucked you dry and how deep you drove your
dick up their asses; so now maybe I will be able to do that to you all by
myself."

Luke needed to gain control over these `Hillbillys' so with a raised voice
he got everyone's attention.

"What we are doing here is instilling a sense of pride to our newest
slaves. This is not a time, nor is it the place to make light of this time
in their lives. They are in a sense being re-born into a world of service
to mankind. There is, at times like this, a certain degree of humiliation
which the slaves feel but it is our and your job to assure these new slaves
that their duty and purpose as a slave is an important one. Not everything
you've heard about slaves is the whole story. They will each be given a
high degree of training in individual fields which will certainly become
useful once their time here has expired."

You could have heard a pin drop, by the time Luke had completed his initial
thoughts and addressed the young people and their parents. The only sound
beyond silence was the yelps and the begging for mercy from the remaining
two slaves being processed as their septum's were pierced and fitted with
large nose rings.

"For now we shall allow these slaves to control their own needs for pissing
but soon they will not have control over such a natural occurrence. We've
found that `total control' is the most effective way to ensure that we've
accomplished what the courts have designated. By law, these slaves don't
own anything, nothing at all; which includes all bodily functions. Once
we've assigned all of their work, training and educational schedules they
will discover that the only `free time' they have is when they are prepared
for sleep each night."

"Sorry bro" the one young boy said to his once brother. "I didn't mean to
make it sound like I would be using you like a girl or nothing. I just
didn't understand I guess."

Luke continued, as the remaining two slaves were receiving their own,
rather large butt plugs; stretching their rosebuds beyond reason.

"The slaves have their own separate living quarters for a reason which
should be obvious. However, we have installed a number of high resolution
cameras for security and observational needs. On visiting day, should you
elect, each family will receive a video of their once child to take home
with them as a memento. The videos will be a compilation of each weeks
training and work. It would be a healthy and helpful idea if the parents
review the videos with their families in private so that if the younger
free boys and girls have any idea about running afoul of the law; this just
might prevent such from happening." Luke said with a smile.

The remaining two boys were lifted off the tables, hogtied and placed on
the floor near the first two.

"With the processing of these slaves now complete, we'll let all of you
spend a few minutes with them before we get them all comfy in their new
quarters. Just be sure not to pull or tug on any of the rings, and do not
remove the butt plugs.  It is perfectly normal for family and friends to
want to touch and feel a freshly processed slave, so for the slave's
benefit I would suggest that each of you do just that. A slave has no
privacy, no modesty, nothing to be ashamed about. A slave's body is for
every free man to admire and every slave's body is made of touching and
other nice things", Luke said as he turned to help his comrades and the two
older slaves begin the clean up process on and around the two tables.

"You look great boy" said most of the parents of their once sons. "I wished
we hadn't let you get yourself mixed up with those two men", one mother
said to one of the sobbing slaves. One father, dumb as he was, even said
"Thanks for the truck and stuff boy. Maybe we can do something with the
videos we get and when you get outta here we might could make use of your
new training and skills and make a good living and profit from ya."

Luke overheard that one way conversation and let it register in his
brain. He'd remember that man, those words, for a long, long, time to
come. Apparently this particular man had probably encouraged his own son to
come out here and abuse other males, just so the kid would bring home cash
every weekend for all of his efforts. Luke was pondering the idea, of
researching the possibility of getting the father of the slave to stand
before a judge; but not just `any judge'.

When Luke called the processing complete, all four newly indentured youths
looked identical in decorations, cinch rings, chastity devices etc. Only
their age, weight and height were the only distinguishing signs of being
different.

"Please remember to take one of our pamphlets before leaving the
center. For those of you who would like to see where the slaves will be
staying; you may follow behind and spend a moment looking at where they
will learn and live." Luke seemed disturbed by the lack of respect the
families seemed to display towards any of the new slaves. It was if this
was a destined situation for each of the teen boys. Luke wondered if
perhaps the hillbillies in this neck of the woods were all the same.

"Thanks for the show" one of the parents said.

"Yeah, thanks mister. I can't wait to come back next Saturday and see how
much my brother has learned about sucking dick. Least ways I won't ever
have to worry about him wanting me to suck him off", said one of the
younger siblings.

"When I come back, do you think the slaves will be able to show me how they
fuck?" asked the short, chubby girl, all of twelve years old. "Dad says
them kinda slaves love to fuck each other and mom says I can't fuck none
till next year when I start bleeding."

"Perhaps it's best if we forego the tour of the barns until next week",
Luke blatted out. "It's been a difficult morning already for the slaves and
we probably should let them all rest before their noon chow".

There were some grumbles and groans but everyone seemed to take no offense
to waiting a week; and after taking a rather thick pamphlet they all simply
began the drive back to their respective houses or shacks.

For a few minutes things were a tad bit crazy as; as the families drove
off, the slave transporter arrived to collect Shaun. It was nothing short
of signing a few documents and then Shaun was loaded onto the truck for his
ride to the airport. His life, as he knew it was now officially over. He
would never be the same person or male for that matter; and to make things
worse, nobody would ever see or hear from him again. He was to become a
eunuch and serve at his Master's will, beck and call.

As for Zeb, he didn't ponder long looking in on the tethered slaves in the
barns. His mind went to the horse barn and he made a bee line straight for
it and the pony slave. Zeb's brain was thinking of Kevin while his cock was
thinking of the pony slave. For Zeb, if he couldn't muster up the courage
to breed with his brother, he sure could easily enough fuck the pony boy;
and although it had only been an hour or so since his blow job, Zeb was
near about ready for another randy go at having sex with a male.

Mr. Alderton and Tyler had a more eventful time at the slave owners'
emporium. Tyler was subjected not only to having other free men and women
see his naked body when they came into the shop to purchase or browse; but
also, he was blatantly on display through the storefront windows for any
and all passerby's to see him in all his glory.

Just like with Kevin, Mr. Alderton found it useful to keep Tyler close at
hand at times by pulling him along by the young man's cock. Tyler didn't
see the need for such treatment but he was well aware of Mr. Alderton's
penchant for the dramatics and the flare of being a world renowned slave
trainer. Mr. Alderton could care less if you were a slave or a free
man. All he wanted, and desired to do was to inflict painless humiliation
on a male every chance he could.

"Would you like this in another color perhaps?' asked the attentive store
clerk.

"No these two colors will do just fine", came the response. "Perhaps we'd
best have a few more of these in the pink shade."

Tyler was dumbfounded with the amount of clothes that were pink in color as
compared to the one complete set of beige.

"Mr. Alderton Sir", Tyler said with a dry mouth; "Why do interns have to
wear the pink clothes?"

"Good question Tyler. And one that deserves an honest answer" replied
Alderton. "Ya see Tyler, sometimes when one of our interns is out amongst
the slaves and overseers; it is easier for, say for instance, Master Zeb or
Kevin to spot you in amongst the others. It can also be a life saving
situation if let's say there was a commotion with the slaves and you needed
to be rescued from out of harms way in a hurry. It is sort of like having
you stand out in a crowd."

"Oh I see. Sounds like somebody has done so good logical thinking on
protecting one's employees", Tyler said as if he totally understood
Mr. Alderton's explanation.

"It is also a way for the slaves to mentally note that you are a newbie and
that if they even so much as look at you the wrong way that they could and
would receive a severe punishment", Mr. Alderton added.

"Will that be all Sir?" came the question from the clerk.

"Yes for now I'm guessing that these will be more than enough", he
responded quickly.

"Here Tyler, make yourself useful and carry these out to the car."

"I suppose I should slip back into my clothes first don't you think", Tyler
questioned.

"No need", Alderton snapped. "We're going straight from here out to the
farm and then you can let Zeb decide what you're to wear today and when".

With both hands carrying two full sacks of clothes each, Tyler was led buck
naked out the front door of the store; to walk nearly fifty feet to the
car, with Mr. Alderton leading the way with Tyler's dick firmly grasped in
his right hand.

Free persons stopped dead in their tracks to watch, as did every child;
some laughing, some questioning their parents. Mr. Alderton simply led the
way to the rental car with a smile reaching from ear to ear; out of sight
of one, naïve Tyler.

Mr. Alderton paused before getting behind the steering wheel; just long
enough to text a message via his blackberry, which read something like
this. `Package arrived on time. In transit. Looks great, feels even
better.'

In the meantime, back at home (Willow Knolls), Kevin had slumped to the
straw covered floor, clutching the note that Luke had left for him. The
note had struck a nerve, a good nerve, in Kevin's mind. Kevin understood
well, what Luke was saying with the carefully selected and chosen
words. Thinking of Luke's stature, his looks, his manliness and his
authoritativeness was all that Kevin could think of presently.

Jordan was ordered, by Kevin to open the box (s) and to place everything
from the boxes onto the one long table just in front of the empty stocks
which were centered in the room.

As Jordan began taking piece by piece from the boxes, Kevin could only
imagine their usage and least of all why this particular hold over him by
Zeb and Luke had now manifested itself to become everything that his brain
was telling him was all good and proper.

A few of the items Kevin recalled from either Windy Hills Slave Farm or
from his father's corporate offices. Some he recognized as being items
needed for milking slaves and some of the items were obviously recognizable
as mitts, hood, and harnesses.

Other than what Jordan was unpacking the room remained clean and clear of
obstructions; not withstanding the chains and hoist system which emanated
from the ceiling.

Kevin's body shook with excitement, and his privates wanted to respond as
well, but with a penis ring and catheter and the cinch ring it isn't as
easy as one might imagine it to be.

Half way up the short hill, to the horse barn, Zeb's thinking was
interrupted. He reached into his front pant pocket to silence the buzzing
of his own blackberry.

To Be Continued...