Date: Sat, 20 Sep 2008 19:01:19 -0400
From: sanibelboys@aol.com
Subject: a lesson in time part 55

Note: Things continue to be busy here on the ranch and I have attempted to
write this chapter when time permitted. Thank you for the comments and
thank you for your patience. Billy


This and all stories written by "Sanibelboys" is Copyright 2008 TM. All
world wide rights reserved.


		   A Lesson In Time, Chapter Fifty Five


The four new teenaged slaves had been prodded, poked, and lightly hit with
a stinger whip while they were being led to their `juvenile barn'. I'm
pretty sure that all of them were at some point, rather at ease with not
having their families tag along behind them. The slave boys had already (?)
been through so much humiliation and degradation for one day; or so they
thought. It wasn't even lunch time. Will and Randy seemed to have more fun
with the new slaves than probably one might expect. Evil and demonic
thoughts kept sloshing around in their heads, much like always, and just
because they had a new employer and a new crop of slaves (young and old)
that didn't keep them from pondering all of the youthful offenders that
they'd `processed and trained' in the years prior to now.

Each of the boys was assigned a rather sparse place which to call `his'
space. The slave's space was nothing more than a wood frame cot complete
with wooden slats where a three inch mattress had been placed. There was no
pillow or pillows provided to them. At the foot of each cot w as a wooden
locker for `personal' items. Initially, the young slaves had no idea that
their footlockers already contained all the necessary things each of them
would ever, EVER, need.

Will stuck his hand into the front pocket of his work shorts and pressed a
small remote; which in turn caused the steel bars on the buildings door to
slide closed. The sound of the lock engaging echoed throughout the slave's
quarters.

"Fuck Randy, sure wished we had this kind of shit back home", Will said
with an eager smile. "Makes our jobs a hundred times easier".

 Randy simply nodded his head with approval as he began to release each of
the newly indentured teens.

"Listen up you fucking queer boys", Randy blurted out. "This is going to be
your home, your school, your life and your world for the foreseeable
future. You're going to keep it clean and by clean I mean so clean that
anybody can eat off the floor without so much as getting a dust ball stuck
between their teeth."

"Now show us what you should already know by now!" Randy screamed.

The four teens looked at each other as if none of them had the slightest
clue.

It took less than five seconds before Randy and Will responded to the
slaves' lack of knowledge and/or obedience. Both overseers took a small,
pen like, item from their pockets and administered a slightly over zealous
shock to the two closest slave boys. The youngest slave, fourteen, fell to
the floor screaming in pain and the oldest slave, seventeen, fell forward
onto his hands and knees cussing at will; spewing foul language the entire
time.

Randy's booted foot made contact with the older teen's stomach; which only
caused more of a traumatic situation. The slave not only pissed on the
floor but he quickly began to puke as well. The younger slave faired better
and managed to only lose control of his bladder muscle.

"You fucking stupid faggot cunts", screamed Will. "I thought with your
background living in a slave state that you'd have known that you are to be
kneeling in front of your Master or overseer whenever one is present."

The two remaining slaves quickly and silently knelt and miraculously knew
to place their hands behind their heads. Slowly, deliberately, the
remaining two slaves got to their knees and followed suit. It was a pretty
sight to behold.

The two chastened slaves, with snot running from their noses and a few
tears still wet on their faces looked amazingly resilient.

"Now then, where was I", Will said with what would become known as his
`evil' voice. "You four bitches have a lot to learn apparently. We
(pointing to Randy and himself) are here to teach you everything and
anything that you'll ever need to know in order to survive your court
ordered sentence. You fuck up more than once and you'll all feel the wrath
of punishment. So, if one of you turds screws up, then all of you will be
severely disciplined."

"The first order of business, now that you are all `officially' ours, is to
get you queers in step with the proper protocol of your current position in
life".

Will and Randy couldn't help themselves and weren't ashamed to display
their happiness and joy of wanting nothing more than to `whip these slaves
in to shape'.

There seemed to be a mountain of rules and regulations which these four
slaves were to follow. Their overseers constantly re-enforced the
`punishment' part of their new lives interspersed with threats of allowing
the hardened `criminal types' to have their way with the teens.

As the lectures continued for the teens, they were slowly coming to grips
with what their lives would be like for the foreseeable future. For them it
would be nothing like making the porn videos and for sure it wouldn't be
anything remote to any shape or form of a `heterosexual' lifestyle.

"You all may have thought it was cute or even funny to fuck a slave or to
have one of them suck your dick for profit. But when you all took part in
sexually abusing and harassing Master Kevin, you all crossed the line. Now
I'm here to tell you that `payback is a bitch', Randy said with a
commanding20vigor in his demeanor and voice.

"Come next Saturday you slaves will have much to tell your family and
friends. Perhaps they will want a demonstration as well. We'll make it
quite obvious to them that you've all begun to learn your place in life and
that you are all very eager to please your Masters and your overseers.
There's nothing like having a child placed into indenturement, especially
when you see how well they've adapted to hard work, obedience, discipline,
and `personal service'", Will said as he began to open up the first of the
four footlockers and extracting a length of chain and two locks.

While Will began emptying ever item from every footlocker and tossing them
all onto the floor or the slave cot, Randy continued the indoctrination
speech.

"You fucking fags will only be allowed out of your new home, for special
education, summary punishments on Saturdays, or for doing something for
your Masters. This is you home, your life, your world; so get fucking used
to it now."

The four slaves couldn't keep up with the rantings of both Randy and Will
yelling and barking out instructions at the same time. One could only
wonder if in fact that the things one heard about Arkansas hick boys was
really true.

"When you are called upon to kneel before the Masters, you'd best remember
exactly what you are... Not who you used to be", shouted Will. 0In the days
and weeks to come it is our responsibility to shred every ounce of your
former life from your body and soul. We are good at our jobs and you slaves
will soon see and feel just how good we really, really, are."

Randy couldn't resist, by adding..."Should any of you queers find yourself
in that cage over there, I can assure you that if you thought your last two
days kept in stocks up in the processing barn were bad, you'd best be
thinking again." Both Randy and Will let out what could only be described
as good old fashion belly laughs as Will quickly said, "And thinking is
something that none of you slaves will be doing before long. We're going to
see to it that you will never ever have to think again. Your position here
is to do whatever is demanded of you without thinking. You won't even need
to think about taking a shit, because we will do your thinking for you."

One by one, the slaves were summarily chained to their slave cots, which by
all standard humane theory was more than ample or required. The chain on
each salve's ankle was just long enough for the slave to stand up next to
his cot; without having enough chain to reach any other slave cot, thus
preventing any unauthorized activity between any of the slaves.

"Get used to your new home until feeding time", Randy barked as the two
overseers turned smartly towards the door as it was sliding open allowing
their rapid departure.

Outside, Randy and Will were high fiving each other excited about the days
ahead with the new young slaves; as they made their way back up to the main
slave barns to inspect what work had been done to make the slave barns
ready to stand inspection.

Back inside, the four teenagers sat somewhat quiet with the two youngest
ones trying in vain to hold back the tears and sniffles. "Fuck this shit
guys. There are four of us and only two of them assholes", the oldest of
the four said. "If we stick together as a team, those fuck wads won't be
able to do a damn thing to us."

"Shut the fuck up you asshole", shouted the youngest slave. "In case you
haven't fucking noticed dickhead, they've already done more to me and you
than we'd have ever expected. We are all in some really deep shit here."

Without thinking, without pondering the consequences the oldest teen
reached back behind himself and yanked the formidable sized butt plug from
his own ass; tossing it clear across the open space of the barn. "Fuck this
place! Fuck those assholes, and fuck all of you guys!.

"You dumb shit", shouted the next oldest teen slave. "Didn't you fucking
hear them guys say that if one of us fucks up that we all get punished? How
fucking stupid can you get? How fucking ignorant could you be, thinking
like you just did?20Now we are all going to get into trouble because of
your dumb fucked up ass."

"Got that right" said the youngest of the four. "None of us can even reach
the damn thing now. When they find it laying over there, there is going to
be hell to pay. Ain't it bad enough what has happened to us already this
week? Now you have to go and add more shit on all of us."

The older slave simply glared at the three others and wondered why the next
to oldest hadn't said much of anything ever since they were all enslaved.

One by one the three younger slaves gingerly sat down on their slave beds,
which by doing so elicited some yelps and groans as their respective butt
plugs seemed to re-seat themselves into their anal openings. The older
slave remained standing but began what you'd call a `nervous' pace
alongside his slave bed.

After a few minutes of silence the three slaves got up and started to
rummage through the items that Randy and Will had strewn about, from their
respective beds. Not understanding much, nor making sense of any of it, the
slaves began to put the items back into the footlockers; all that is except
for the rebellious older slave.

"They are going to find out", said the next to oldest slave.

"What are you talking about?" asked the other two.

"They are going to find out about me and you guys too, and tha t is
something that I didn't ever want you guys to find out about me", answered
the now crying slave boy.

"For fuck sake", yelled the oldest teenager. "What the fuck are we going to
find out, you simple shit."

Trying to contain his tears and composure the youthful offender
answered. "Everybody is going to find out that I'm gay. I'm not like any of
you guys. When they find out that I'm a queer they are going to treat me
like dirt and you guys will probably end up hating me too."

"Holy fuck" came the response from the others.

"All this time... All these years of having you as a friend and now you're
telling us that you're a fucking fag!"

"Shit!" came another response to such news. "We've been coming out here
getting slaves to suck us off and getting to fuck a few of them queers and
now you are telling us that all this time we could have been fucking you
instead?"

"Chill bro", came the response from the youngest slave. "We still love you
even if you do suck dick and take dick up your butt. "It's just a shock to
hear that shit coming from you; the one person I looked up to all these
years. I won't be telling nobody that you're a fag. But, just maybe some
day you'll suck my cock and let me slide my man stick up your
 beautiful butt."

The teenagers all fell silent, each processing the day and the latest event
of finding out something personal and very easily slanted to their
advantage when and if the opportunity came along.

* * *

Luke was rather pleased with the work of the slaves that had been assigned
to lawn and landscape duty. He had intended to head straight to the main
house but was stopped in his tracks as he saw two of the slaves partially
hidden behind a row of shrubs off to the side of the house.

Luke watched the other slaves toil away at pulling weeds, trimming the
walkways and other standard job functions, while he kept an eye on the two
slaves who seemed to be engaged in some form of sexual comfort behind the
shrubs. A smile crossed his face and a rather warm feeling came ebbing over
and into his inner being. For now, Luke wasn't going to make a fuss over
the situation, but he for sure would put it in his memory bank for a later
time.

Luke slowly moved toward the one slave that he felt had taken on the role
of being the lead of the small group.

The naked slave fell to his knees and bowed his head, which brought immense
pleasure to Luke. "You sleep in barn #1 don't you slave?"

"Sir, yes Sir" the muscular, white slave replied.

"I thought as much. I was sure that I saw you up there last evening", Luke
said calmly and rather polite ly. "You slaves seem to be doing a good job
so far, but I'm guessing that you could use a few more hands to help out
since this yard is so huge", Luke commented yet still casually, while he
looked down on the kneeling slave and admired his smooth and ringed body
and face.

"I noticed two slaves behind some shrubs next to the house and I'm guessing
that they are gay. Do you know how many of the slaves are gay?"

"Sir, no Sir", the slave replied.

"Well, here is a deal you can't refuse. I want you to come to me by days
end with the total number of gay slaves we have here. Then tomorrow I want
you to point them out to me. For you reward, we are going to make you one
of our `slave trustees' and that means that you get a few favors tossed
your way from time to time. We also want you to tell us who you feel would
also make good `trustees'. We don't need a bunch of names, two or three at
most. Some of the perks of your job will simply be to watch over your work
detail without actually having to do the manual labor portions. Sound like
a fair deal to you boy?"

"Sir, yes Sir", he said. "Sir thank you Sir".

"Now then, the one thing that is fucking obvious around here is that none
of you fuckers have had any formal training when it comes to overseer and
or Master respect", Lu ke said with a less friendly tone of voice.

"Beginning right this minute you will show me what you think is `proper',
since I just gave your slave ass a cushy promotion."

The slave placed his hands behind his head and lowered his torso towards
the earth. The slave slowly and seemingly with sincerity kissed the boots
of his overseer.

"That's a start boy", Luke said firmly.

By the time the slave had risen, Luke had extracted his rather impressive
black dick from the confines of his shorts.

"A slave should always think how it can continuously bring happiness and
pleasure to a free man. Sucking, kissing and licking a free man's sex
package is a most appropriate way to show reverence", Luke said in one of
his more dominating tone of voice.

The thirty year old slave stared at the massive cock in awe. The length was
beyond belief, but the girth of the penis was even more impressive. The
chocolate skin tone added to the picture the slave was seeing.

"Now then boi, I think it is about time we begin to demonstrate how all of
you slaves will act, work and even dress. All of you bois will be learning
much over the next months and years that you are all with us. First of all,
keep in mind that as one of our chosen trustees you must show by example
and lead all others to follow your example", Luke said rather calmly as he
began to s troke his cock to near full erection.

"First things first... how slaves should be clothed when working out of
doors. It makes no sense to spend time and money to decorate a slave and
then to have it wear clothes. Since you are already bare chested, it would
seem fitting that you and the others worked stark naked all day long. I'm
thinking, from mere observation, that your old owners allowed you freedoms
which are reserved for free men. Those days are now over, so peel off those
fucking shorts and boots and set them neatly on the ground."

The slight increase in Luke's tone had grabbed the attention of the other
slaves who instantly stopped working to watch and listen to their fellow
slave get a lesson in proper protocol. Even the two slaves who were
semi-hidden from the others stopped their kissing and fondling of one
another's body to watch the spectacle unfold.

There is hardly any need to even mention the astronomical amount of
humiliation and shame that the newest trustee was feeling at the time.

"Good, very good boi, you listen and follow directions without hesitation
or reservation. Such behavior will get you far with me and the others",
Luke said with a smile. "Now get back down on your knees and I want to see
a whole lot of fucking tongue action on my nuts and cock".

As the slave began licking and slurping his tongue over the dark flesh of
the overseer, Luke notice d that now the other slaves had moved slightly
closer to him and the other obedient slave.

Luke couldn't nor wouldn't let such an opportunity pass without attempting
to drive home yet another point that needed to be instilled in all of the
slaves.

"Look at this will ya! A black man taking care of white boys. I don't
suppose you people will ever get over the fact that the Civil War is
over. From what I see and read you white boys still think you are superior
in many ways to men like me. Where I come from boys like you slaves, fight
amongst themselves to become my personal `boi' and I expect in time you and
your fellow slaves will somehow manage to be fighting over me to", Luke
expounded with a certain air of dominance.

It didn't require any words, and the kneeling slave stopped licking the
abundantly adequate scrotum of his overseer and did his best to accommodate
Luke's massive cock into his mouth.

Luke remained silent; words weren't needed as he saw the other yard slaves
begin to shuck their shorts and boots. The sight of eight naked, ringed,
hairless slaves was a beautiful sight for sure. Luke was accustomed to
having naked slaves around and near him, but this was the first time that
he was `alone' with a small group of slaves at his newest place of
employment. `Life is good' Luke thought to himself.

After only a couple of minutes Luke pulled his hips back and pushed the
slave away from his cock. "I'll let you taste the sweetness of my seed
another time slave", Luke said, nearly showing delight with a smile.

"Back to work now all of you. All I want to see is eight fucking slaves
working and sweating till I tell you to stop. Now get busy, unless you want
to hang on the platform after supper and be one of those who will feel the
sting of the whip".

All of the slaves quickly got back to work, with the new `trustee' passing
out orders as if he was a free man. Luke liked the slave's attitude and the
instant respect that the other yard slaves were showing towards him.

Luke needed to get into the main house, the basement, the `hog pen' and see
what Kevin had decided. Luke stuffed his deflated penis behind the buttons
of his shorts and slowly made his way towards the kitchen side of the main
house.

His demeanor was one of delight. He'd just instilled a degree of moderate
dominance over a group of slaves; which he knew all to well would radiate
amongst the two slave barns like a run away freight train.

Will and Randy were, in like kind, teaching their respective barn slaves
with the same lectures and beyond. Both of the overseers were taking
delight in the fact that each of them was teaching and training such a
large group of 20 to 40 year old males as if they were kindergarten
students.


Mr. Alderton was also being himself. Tyler, on the other hand was more than
just a little unnerved with what had already been an eventful first hour in
Arkansas as he sat naked in the rental car, exposed to any and all who were
adventurous and curious enough to see inside the car.

"You see Tyler", Alderton was saying, "What you are feeling now is exactly
what a newly enslaved male would be feeling. The idea of and the
eventuality of being totally naked out in the real world is something a
slave must come to grips with. We instill in all of our slaves that being
naked is a good thing and something to be proud of. Our slaves are our
`bread and butter' so to speak. We attempt to treat them all fairly and
with a certain degree of respect. Here in Arkansas, things are quite a bit
different simply because up until now, they've not had any real exposure to
what, how, when or why slaves are treated, trained or even kept."

Tyler's brain was going a hundred miles an hour as the car slowly made it's
way down the main street of `Hicksville, USA'.

Alderton was one not to relent once his brain and intentions were squarely
focused on the subject of slavery; especially since he had a prime piece of
male flesh sitting but two feet away from him.

"Take this town, these people for example", Alderton began addressing no
particular person or persons, "The y have had legalized slavery in this
state now for eight years and they aren't even up to par with the bare
needs and minimums of slave protocol or slave training. I've already
experienced it first hand how the slaves in this town act almost like a
free man and they are barely recognizable as a slave. I have encountered
seven slaves in the last twenty four hours who don't even say `Sir' or
`Master'. They don't even have the basic slave clothes denoting their
position in the town. They are allowed to act like they are simply free
citizens, except for the fact that people like you and me will and do
require certain.. um... `personal service' from time to time.  The court
system in this county sucks. Even the local judge has a personal slave but
yet the judge knows nearly nothing of the rules governing the enslavement
procedures except those that he's been told to enforce. Things like that
are going to change and fast."

Tyler was now looking wide eyed at Mr. Alderton as what he'd said more than
just sparked interest in Tyler's want, desire and need to learn all that he
could from whom ever he could.

"You see Tyler, during your internship you will learn much and experience a
lot of what you learn. In time you will be handling a small group of slaves
on your own so that you can feel the enormous responsibility that comes
with either housing, training or caring for slaves such as we have out at
Willow Knolls. I know that Zeb and Kevin will be of great assistance for
anything you would even need to learn or to experience."

Tyler politely began to respond to his personal impulse to ask Mr. Alderton
a question. "If you don't mind me asking Mr. Alderton... but I still am not
convinced that riding through town naked and exposed like this in any way
will help me to become a good overseer, Master or slave owner. And if I may
say so, I still can't figure out why Zeb and Kevin have specified that my
internship clothes be so scant and in the color pink."

Mr. Alderton did not readily respond to or even consider answering Tyler's
concerns immediately.

 "So Tyler, I'm guessing that you've had more than ample time to review all
of the material on your company laptop that Ms. Mudfart and others have
given you to read. I know it must have been hard on you, just a little
perhaps, to read how Kevin has taken to his internship. Kevin is a real
trooper if you ask me. I remember as if it was yesterday when he was in my
office and he had to strip naked and allow me to guide him through all the
halls of his father's office building by his cock, down the stairs and then
to stand naked and exposed in front of family and friends, including the
State employee from right here in Arkansas as the women circumcised him in
front of everyone. He is a real20hero for doing that and doing what he is
now doing, if you ask me", Alderton said with a subdued grin.

Sheepishly Tyler nodded in agreement with Mr. Alderton, as Tyler kept
looking out the window.

"Tell me Tyler, did you know that Kevin was a homosexual male?"

"I didn't know it until about three years ago Sir", Tyler answered.

"Really!  How did you find out? Asked Alderton.

"Well it was sort of by `accident' I guess", Tyler said as he began to
conjure up something that wouldn't expose himself in the eyes of
Mr. Alderton. "We were just shooting hoops and I bumped into Kevin and
discovered that he had an erection. I simply asked him why he was boned up
like that when we were just playing a simply game of basketball. Kevin told
me that him seeing me in my shorts and without a shirt was a `turn on' to
him. So I just asked him if he was gay and he said he was, but he didn't
want any of his family to know that he was."

"Is that all there is to that story or is there more?" questioned
Mr. Alderton.

"Well, what I discovered not long after that, that his entire family had
already discovered that Kevin was a homo boy. Apparently one of their house
slaves discovered some magazines and toys in Kevin's room and told Zeb
about it. Zeb went into Kevin's room on the sly and found the items and in
doing further snooping found items in Kevin's room that lent Zeb to think
that in some fashion that his brother was into Sado-Mastic notions and the
slave lifestyle."

"And", Mr. Alderton inquired.

"Well when Zeb told me of all of these things I was taken back by it all,
but I really didn't care all that much because I would and still do feel
the same way about Kevin and even Zeb. They are really great guys and I'm
ever so thankful that Mr. Latimore has assigned me to work with them the
entire summer. It should really be an education, knowing Zeb and Kevin",
Tyler said finalizing, hopefully, Mr. Alderton's inquisition.

It wasn't but a split second and Mr. Alderton has his right hand soothing
the soft flesh of Tyler's left leg. Tyler was startled and he flinched up
from his seat.

"It's just a normal thing that a free man can and will do with a slave
Tyler. There is nothing obscene or immoral about a free man doing such. I
just wanted you to experience just one more small thing that you will
probably be exposed to for a bit out at the farm" Alderton said, nearly
spilling over with the onset of laughter.

"I'll tell you what Tyler. Let's pull in here and get a cold soda for the
last few miles of the ride", Alderton commented as if it was a forgone
conclusion that Tyler need somethi ng cold to drink.

Mr. Alderton eased the car off of the road and parked in front of what you
might call a nearly collapsing building that served as a convenience
store. There were several males sitting on the steps leading up to the
entrance of the store, who, just by their clothes looked like red blooded
country hicks from the back woods. Tyler was beginning to get nervous upon
seeing the men, but there wasn't much he could do.

Shutting off the engine, Alderton reached behind his seat and rummaged
through one of his shoulder bags. "You can stay here if you want. I guess
you aren't quite used to being like you are yet. So just stay here and I'll
go grab us a couple of cold sodas."

As Mr. Alderton opened up the driver side door, he also managed to lift up
Tyler's left wrist and quickly fasten a steel manacle on it and snapped the
other end to the headrest. Tyler was so stunned by what was happening the
only thing he could do was to attempt to voice his objections, but
Mr. Alderton was already leaning over him and affixing Tyler's right wrist
in like fashion to the headrest.

"That's just so none of those men can yank you out of the car
Tyler. Nothing to be alarmed with", Mr. Alderton spoke rather matter of
factly.

"Thanks", Tyler replied; thinking that perhaps Mr. Alderton wasn't nearly
as heartless as Zeb had led him to believe.


No sooner had Mr. Alderton disappeared into the store, the three males
approached the car. Tyler became frightened beyond words.

"Well lookie here", said a nearly toothless, stank smelling hillbilly.

"Looks like this here boy is heading out to the slave farm for some good
times", said another, who appeared to be in his early twenties.

"Guess his owner don't trust him none", said the third guy who was the
youngest of the group. "Got this'un all trussed up so's he can't get away
none. And a might pretty one at that. Looks like he ain't been processed
yet, seeing as how he's got all his hair".

"Don't suppose it'd hurt none if we got a might bit closer", one of the men
said as he opened up the passenger side door. "Boys, come lookie here. This
here boy don't have nothing shaved off his pussy yet. He must be a real
virgin, prime piece of meat".

The man grabbed hold of Tyler's right ankle and propped it up on the
dashboard just as the driver's side door opened up and the youngest man
slid over and pulled on Tyler's left ankle and held it firmly on the
dashboard as well.



Hands bound and legs spread wide Tyler was about to utter something when
one of the men cupped his hand over Tyler's mouth. "Best shut the fuck up
you bitch", he whispered into Tyler0s ear.

"Let me see.. move over", exclaimed the third member or the gang. "Holy
shit, lookie there will ya. This here boy is still a virgin". The man said
as one of his grease and dirt covered fingers was probing and scratching at
Tyler's pucker hole.

Tyler tried to communicate but with each attempt at speaking the man's hand
pressed harder and harder against his mouth hole. "Bet this one comes from
the city. He ain't even tanned none, and we've seen his kind up to the
slave farm. Yep that's right city slicker we'z all been kept up there
before and we ain't about to fuck up and get sent back up there. That's a
fucking crazy ass place and you'z gonna have to be a man about it, so's
they can turn you into a prime piece of cunt."

"Maybe we can come visit ya boy", said the youngest man. "I hear tell that
they's now handing out visitor passes for Saturdays. Bet you'd like to see
us men come visit ya now".

Tyler was sweating like a stuck pig over a bed of charcoal. His body was
frozen in time. His mind was hoping and praying that Mr. Alderton would put
and end to this madness. He hadn't envisioned something like this ever
happening to him.

Mr. Alderton paid for the two soda pops and stood by the filth covered
window peering out at the activities taking place around his rental car
. The show was well worth the fifty dollars he'd paid the three men earlier
in the morning.

"Let me see if the bitch knows how to kiss a real man", the oldest man said
with his toothless grin exposing the lack of hygiene well expected from
those not actually living within the city limits.

Tyler, struggled hard and resisted gallantly but in the end, he had to
accept the idea that it was useless. The man's lip pressed firmly against
his own, and within a few seconds Tyler could feel the man attempting to
jab his tongue inside. Just the thought of it repulsed Tyler so much that
he felt like wretching.

As Tyler was fighting the kiss, he felt his ball sack begin to cause him
pain. "Damn nice nuts on the city boy. Wonder if they's gonna slice them
off like they did to that one white dude a couple of years ago. Sure was
pretty hearing that slave screaming and begging like a black man at his own
lynching."

"Get the fuck away from my car!" yelled Mr. Alderton, as he valiantly
contained his urge to smile and laugh. It took only a couple of seconds for
the three men to vacate the area, which was to simply run around behind the
store and wait till it was all clear to return to the steps out front.

"Damn! Are you okay? I never can trust these country people to mind their
own business. One of these days they'll end up on the receiving end of a
bullwhip and then we will see who ends up laughing last", Mr. Alderton said
as he un-cuffed Tyler from the headrest.

"Thanks, I thought those men were going to kill me or rape me there for a
few seconds", Tyler said gasping air thinking that he'd just been rescued.

"Well, here's your soda pop", drink up before it isn't cold anymore",
Alderton said as he snatched the soda cans from the roof of the car.

Tyler popped the top and starting swallowing the drink really fast. "Don't
mind me a bit Tyler, but you do look rather handsome compared to some and I
don't pass out compliments to men very often. And if I may add, you look
good with your feet on the dashboard", Alderton said, finishing his
comments by taking his own swig from his soda pop.

The car started down the two lane road, with only nine miles to go before
reaching Willow Knolls. For whatever unknown reason, if there was one,
Tyler left his naked feet resting on the dashboard. Mr. Alderton was well
adapted to driving with only his left hand.

Zeb had only made a cursory inspection of the horse barn. He was amazed
that the barn slave could have done all of the morning duties all by
himself. Fresh straw and hay set out where it needed to be. Nine equine
water buckets filled with fresh water, each tethered inside one of the
stalls which lined the sides of the barn. The horse cleaning area, shone
brightly and s melled nearly sterile.

Zeb's brain was running amuck with the images from the photos and the one
video of Kevin in the horse barn; underneath one of the stallions, sucking
the mammoth piece of horse flesh until the horse deposited a decent amount
of his seed down Kevin's throat. There was going to be many changes in the
horse barn in the coming days for sure.

Zeb barely noticed his `favorite' slave. The barn slave was out chatting
with his horses as if the horses were people. It was refreshing to witness
such a thing. Zeb knew that he had much to make up to the barn slave for
all of his diligence.

Zeb only strolled to the top of the knoll, which overlooked nearly every
inch of property from the big main house up to the main road, before
picking a patch of earth upon which to sit and ponder on, meditate about
and absorb all that surrounded him; all that is his.

Zeb's initial thoughts from yesterday of having the barn slave service his
cock and ass were left for another time as he duly noted the yard slaves,
now totally naked, toiling away in the front lawn. He had no choice but to
notice Luke who was seemingly passing along directions and such things to
one particular naked slave. Zeb smiled because he had known all along that
coming here with his three friends to partake in the largest commitment of
his life was and is the right thing to have done.

Zeb's eyes gently closed a s he envisioned the `training sessions' which
were taking place over at the two main slave barns. Knowing his buddies
like he did, the slaves would soon learn that their new home is not a place
to feel comfortable or over confident.

He was keenly aware that Mr. Alderton was arriving soon, bringing along his
father's latest conquest of what `dear old dad' called an
`intern'. However... this new intern had been previously alerted to some of
the more important aspects of his job. Zeb could only hope and pray that
Tyler had been able to keep the secret. After years of being friends and
neighbors Zeb felt it was time to include his `friend' in the grand scheme
of things. God forbid Zeb's father or mother had caught wind of what Zeb
had been planning for only a short time. If the shit hit the fan now, it
would certainly cause Zeb to lose more than this beautiful estate.

Thinking of Tyler, Zeb could almost recount, revisit and envision the many
times that he and Tyler and taught each other, showed each other, the age
old tradition of a boy changing into a young man. The first time that the
two of them had their mutual jack off session sent waves of conflicting
emotions running through Zeb's head; and to this day those same emotions
existed but perhaps not for Tyler.

Zeb was shockingly distracted when the sole dog on the estate came up from
behind and more or less began to lick Zeb0s face. Such an unnerving event
caused Zeb to lean away from the dog; which only allowed the dog to take a
more aggressive and dominant stance in front of him. Zeb couldn't help but
notice the dog's pink stiffy. It was huge.

Thinking back, Zeb realized that he'd near forgotten about Jordan and the
dog. He had been informed that there was an almost unbreakable bond between
the two. Perhaps, if and when the insanity of the initial take over of this
place calmed down, he'd let Jordan and his dog get back together. Zeb was,
and had been, keenly aware that there is a small but wealthy group of
people world wide that would like nothing more than to own a boy bitch and
his dog.

Also running through Zeb's mind was the matter of pony boys and hog
boys. Each classified amongst the elite of those indentured. All would be
taken into consideration and debate in the immediate future. The who, what,
where, when and how much would be discussed and agreed upon.

Zeb felt his Blackberry buzz in his pants pocket, so he had to push the dog
away as he reached for the device. He'd forgotten about the device ever
since he last checked for any overnight emails and voice
messages. According to the screen, Zeb had 4 emails and 9 voice messages
waiting his attention.

Going from most recent message to oldest Zeb learned that Shaun was well on
his way via chartered aircraft which departed Hot Springs going non-stop to
Dubai .

The next message was from his father, simply telling him that Tyler was on
his way out and that all `appeared' to be in satisfactory condition.

The following message from Zeb's mom was more startling. "Zeb I have
decided to come out with your father on Monday. See you then, hugs and
kisses... btw... am sure Kevin will look all nice and pretty too."

The last and the oldest message was from John Henry's father. "Scheduled to
arrive there in ten days to pick up the package". Zeb for sure had to keep
this secret to himself and Luke and nobody else. It will be a shock to the
slave should he find out that he is being sent back to live with his father
in Central America.

Zeb did not have a problem smiling at that message and he thought to
himself, `sure am glad it ain't me that is heading south'. Plus the fact
that John Henry's father wasn't getting him free or even anywhere near
`cheap'.

Zeb caught sight of Luke walking towards the kitchen side of the house,
knowing all along what was next in line for Luke to work with and could
only hope that Luke remembered the conversation they had last night in
regards to Kevin.

Being so far out in the county, sound travels well most days and today was
no exception; as Zeb look towards the sound of an automobile just starting
to make its way from the main road towards th e house. Tyler had
arrived. Zeb smiled.

Zeb got up from the knoll and brushed himself off, with the dog still
paying close attention to his every move. He smiled and waved towards the
car as he saw Mr. Alderton stick his hand out of the window and wave. From
where he was standing he couldn't completely see Tyler, but Zeb did see
what appeared to be human flesh, feet, held close to the windshield of the
rental car. `I guess old man Alderton simply can't keep his hands off of
man flesh. I'm glad that Tyler and I had our `talks' already.'

In the basement of the house, more precisely, the hog stall, Kevin had been
sitting on the straw covered floor reading and re-reading the typed message
from Luke.

Jordan, his personal slave, was dutifully kneeling on the floor with his
hands properly kept behind his head.

Kevin could expect Luke's arrival at any time. It had been over two hours
at least since Coffee had delivered the letter.

Kevin took one look over at the long bench farthest away from him and could
still not see everything that Jordan had unpacked and placed there. It most
likely was better that Kevin didn't see ANY of it because it was all new
things that he'd never seen or heard of before. Kevin began to re-read the
letter again, mainly because he found parts of it rather interesting and
sexually arousing.

"Master Kevin,

Do you recall the days y ou spent at Windy Hills? Remember telling
Ms. Mudfart in your daily emails to her that you saw the overseers take
several males away but that you didn't know where they were taken and for
what purpose.

Windy Hills is one of the few places that produce "hog boys" in the
country. They sell decent hog boys but not the best. WE will train, produce
and sell the finest hog boys money can buy.

If, after reading this letter, you decide to continue your education into
the world of indenturement, procurement, training and handling of human
flesh and commodities and desire to learn everything that I can teach you
... then perhaps you should stay where you are now. In the hog pen. If you
decide you'd rather not proceed, in experiencing only a fraction of what a
real hog boy is trained to do and become, I will understand.

If you stay...


You should place yourself on hands and knees with your butt facing the
doorway.

Once I enter the room, you will not speak unless asked to speak

Your slave will assist me in preparing you for the hog stocks which you see
before you. They are safe and humane although they may not look such.

You may or may not receive further body adornments. Master Zeb will decide
that for you.

Your slave will always be there for you, so you need not concern yourself
about every being left alone.

You will be removed from the `hog stocks' whenever there is a need to vis
it the medical room or the room known formerly as the `playroom'; but most
days you will spend in this room... silent, sightless, speechless, deaf

You will eat and drink only that which I approve of for the time you are
experiencing a `way of life'.

The length of time you will be in the hog room will be a minimum of seven
days and not more that ten days.


I hope I see you when I arrive. I know what you need and I know what you
want

Luke

Kevin didn't seem to fear much of what was in the letter. He was happy
enough and pleased with everything so far. He'd done nearly that much for
his dad when he was interning up at Windy Hills. This should be easier
since his slave, Jordan, would be there and never leave the room.

Kevin could place every bit of trust in his brother, Jordan and even Luke.

Kevin handed the letter to Jordan. "I need you to read this so you know
what is going to be going on for the next week".

"Sir, thank you Sir", Jordan softly answered as Kevin simply rose from the
floor and positioned himself as outlined in the letter.



To Be Continued..



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