Date: Mon, 18 Dec 2006 20:31:05 EST
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: a lesson in time part 10

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A Lesson In Time,  Chapter  Ten


What Kevin had not been privy too, were all of the early afternoon's
conversations which had taken place, without his  awareness.

"Mr. Alderton, Louis Wilton from Winding Hills. How are you this  afternoon?"

"Well, to what do I owe the pleasure, Louis?" Mr. Alderton  replied.

"I'm calling on behalf of Mr. Trumbull, Sir. You see Sir, we have a number
of  guests here this week, and one particular one, has taken a shine to a Mr.
Kevin  Latimore."

"Now hold on there Louis, you're not suggesting that one of our `special'
enslavement orders be prepared for him are you? You know that Mr. Latimore
only  pulls such strings when it is a severe  necessity."

"Oh no, it's nothing like that Sir. You see, the guest I'm referring to is
Prince Mullah Mohamed from the Arab Republic of Uzbekistan. You may remember
him  from last year, when you two gentlemen met here. The problem, or rather
the  situation is that he has several female slaves back in his country that he
needs  or desires to  impregnate."

"Do you mean to say that the Prince, that money laundering, drug dealing
son-of -- a bitch wants to get some of his local slave girls knocked up using
Master  Kevin's  sperm?"

"Well, not exactly just `any' slave girls Sir. He wants to impregnate those
two  young phillys that he got from us last year. You might remember the
reason for  your visit last year was to help procure those two fifteen year old
white  girls."

"Yes, now that you mention it, I do indeed. But, didn't we sell him that
young  intern we used a couple of years ago. I thought he was supposed to be the
one  humping all the bitches there. So what does the Prince have in  mind?"

"Sadly Sir, the young man has somehow come up short, if you know what I mean.
It  appears that the young man was discovered having an intimate rendezvous
with one  of the Prince's favorite slave boys. And shortly thereafter, the lad
was  converted into a white pussyboy eunuch. So there are no little `swimmers'
  available at the present time  Sir."
"Tell me, just how does Mr. Trumbull feel that young Mr. Kevin will go along
with this idea. I'm sure he won't want to travel to some war torn and
ravaged  country to hump a couple of teenage white  girls."

"Well, Sir... Mr. Trumbull was wondering if perhaps you might have a talk with
the  boys father and voice the Prince's desires and let him know that Mr.
Trumbull  will make it a financial windfall for the both of them  Sir."

"I see, so instead of going straight to the top, your Mr. Trumbull has asked
you  to negotiate the  arrangements."

It might help, Sir, if Mr. Latimore was to know, that we'd collect the sperm
here at Windy Hills, freeze it and have it ready for the Prince to take back
with him upon his pending return. The Prince has offered ten thousand dollars
 per cc of the young man's sperm and feels that maybe only thirty cc's would
be  ample to fulfill the  need."

"Damn, thirty!  That's an exorbitant amount of sperm for anybody to make
all at one time. How do you propose to approach Master Kevin on this  subject?"

After countless minutes going back and forth with preliminary details, it
fell  to the two main characters to finalize the deal, which for the most part
finished, as  follows.

"Now Trumbull, I've listened to all that has been mentioned, have read the
two  pages of fax your office staff has sent; and I've responded in kind. So let
's  just finalize this, as I've got so much more to do before the day is
over and  that's not to say what awaits me when I get to my wife and  daughter."

The phone remained silent for the longest several seconds in history, before
Mr.  Latimore picked up where he'd left off.

"So it's agreed then that Kevin will supply the sperm for the Crown  Prince.
 Before the event takes place, you'll deposit the agreed upon  250,000
dollars into the account which I've given you the number for. That's my  son's
personal account and I'm sure he'll be pleased to discover the richness  once he'
s been informed of our generosity.  I probably should use the money  for the
company, but since the boy isn't receiving a standard pay for the  summer, the
additional funds will add a sense of security to his  future."

"I'd be remiss if I didn't agree with you. And I'm glad to see that we've
agreed  upon the twenty four hour limit for his contributions. I'm sure that
our two  companies will also gain some financial influx from Master Kevin's
testicles;  and I assure you that we'll cease his treatment the moment he has `
donated' the  agreed upon amount of sixty cc's of  sperm."

"You understand my position quite well, Mr. Trumbull; and let's not forget
that  the young man is not, I repeat, not to be sodomized while he's
incapacitated.  I'll be calling him in just a moment and suggestively `hint' that he
should  avail himself of the opportunities which may  arise."

"Very well then Sir, I'll set the wheels in motion for midnight and I'll
make  sure that all of the other requirements which you've required are also
prepared  and running during Master Kevin's  `treatment'."

Nothing more was said, as both men replaced the receivers onto their
respective  cradles.

*************************

My head was killing me; as if I was experiencing my very first hangover.
Every  bone and fiber in my body ached. My jaw was still and my eyes tried to
focus but  failed, as my immediate world remained in  blackness.

Moments, perhaps minutes, later; I recovered enough, to discover that I was
being restrained. I was, in fact, in the `milking room' on my knees.  I
tried to shake myself loose from the metal stocks which felt like a load of
bricks against the back of my  neck.

With my two hands prominently secured to either side of my head, I knew that
if  I could have seen myself; I was probably looking just like, if not close
to, the  slaves I'd seen earlier in  here.

There was not a single hint that I had that dastardly prostate enhancer
gliding  around inside of me; for which I felt most  relieved.

The urgency to find a way out of my captivity, over shadowed the reasoning
for  it; until I realized that my cock and balls where the main objective  now.

I could feel a tightness encasing my dick, while there was yet another,
heavier,  something beyond that.  As I began to realize the dull ache in my sac, it
 came to mind about how the technician `floats' a slave's nuts until the
session  is over. I became frantic, wanting to know, to see, what demonic man or
men were  responsible for all of the debauchery, upon a free  man.
There  was an instant, wet and cold feeling coursing over my forehead as the
soft voice  of `616' filtered through to my brain. "Sir, I didn't know that
they were going  to do this to you Sir, honest I didn't  Sir."

I did my best to move my head, but for only a fraction of an inch;
acknowledging  `616'.  He was wiping the sweat from my forehead, with a cool, damp
cloth,  as he continued to speak. "The men will be here very soon now, and I won'
t be  able to speak again Sir. Please Sir, do not be angry at me, as I've been
 kneeling here all night with Sir, waiting for Sir to wake  up."

Again, I struggled to move my head, as `616' kept speaking. "Hopefully they
will  remove Sir's eye covering. The room is now quite bright, as there are
several  cameras now filming Sir's `treatment'. Do not be alarmed by the
additional huge  mirrors which have been put in place. They are here solely for Sir'
s comfort.  Sir will be able to see, to witness and to hear everything once
the free men  arrive,  Sir."

Just then, I heard the door open up and the myriad of languages being spoken,
 with laughter being filtered in amongst the many dialects.  The cool and
refreshing cloth was gone from my face in an equal moment; as the voice of Mr.
Trumbull seemed to vibrate inside my aching  head.

"Well, a good morning to you Master Kevin. I'd ask if you had a good night
sleep  but I already know what the answer would be", Trumbull said in a rather
humorous  tone of  voice.

If I had the use of my limbs, I'd have struck out against this overweight,
self-indulgent piece of crap.

"Now before we begin, I simply want to assure you that you are fine, nothing
has  been done to you yet and that you are safe amongst us all. No one here
has or  will attempt to mount your beautiful buttocks. The few discomforts you
may be  experiencing are but a few which are needed for this `treatment'.
Firstly,  you have a needle properly placed in the upper portion of your scrotum,
which  will soon start to enlarge due to an infusion of sterile saline. You
also have a  needle in your hand, which will be used to administer certain
chemical compounds  which should affect the amount of semen and sperm which you'll
be donating  today. And lastly you have a small hose in your nostril with
which we'll be  tending to your nutritional  needs.

Your father and his company are aware of your situation; and since you've
agreed  to help us; according to your own words from last nights dinner party, I
felt,  as did your father, that you perhaps should get the `feel' , as they
say, as to  what a normal milking slave goes through on such wondrous
occasions."
So dad knows about all this, does he? Just wait until I'm free of this room,
this place and these people and I'll tell him exactly what they did to me
here.

"Your father has requested a complete documentary of your `treatments' which
we  are currently complying with. However, should you give cause for the
cameras to  cease filming, it will be by my direct order to turn them off; until
such time  as you and I have once again come to a mutual  understanding."

My head was still pounding from the alcohol and whatever else they gave me,
as I  struggled to focus on every single syllable that Mr. Trumbull was  saying.

"Over the next sixteen hours, you've agreed to supply us with an ample
amount of  your sperm; and we intend to collect every last bit of it. I've seen to
it that  `616' will remain with you throughout your `treatment', as I
believe you and he  have come... how should I say... rather close; as evident by your
anal stretching  which the doctor had noticed while removing a small fraction
of your pubic  area."

Damn, damn, damn. Now I know that this bastard will hold that over my head
every  day I'm here and every time he needs something from me or `616'. And
what the  fuck does he mean by `small fraction of your pubic hair'. Nobody fucks
with a  single hair on my body...  NOBODY!

"Lastly, I must say that you do look rather nice in such a position, which is
a  pity considering that no one is allowed access to your most delicious
looking  rectum. Once you've been started on your `treatment', most, if it all of
us have  a multitude of obligations awaiting us, so we'll be leaving you in
the capable  hands of the technician and `616'. It will be up to them if they
want to remove  the object which is in your mouth.  You surely must recognize
the fact that  a Master never desires to hear a slave speaking. As for myself,
I must sadly  leave you, as pressing matters await me, but I'm sure that the
other guests will  appreciate watching you for a short  while."

There was stillness and then some chatter, mixed in with some sinister
laughing.

A rush of feelings, came on my body. I don't mean the mental feelings, I'm
talking about the physical feelings.

The first  was apparently `616', now dabbing the cool cloth onto my aching
shoulders. The  next, was someone's fingers toying with my sphincter muscle;
while yet another  large hand was fondling my  testicles.

Everyone seemed to be talking, once again, in their native language; which
was  really starting to piss me off.  I was never more thankful than now, just
because the touchy-feely didn't last long at all and then the men were  gone.

The voice which filled my ear next, was that of the technician. "It's just
the  three of us now. If you promise to behave, I can remove your eye covering
and  your mouth gag; but the first time you abuse the privilege they'll go
back in  place faster than you can  spit."

I mumbled something totally unintelligible, and the next thing I know is that
my  mouth gag was being removed. My jaw ached from being stretched for so
long and  my mouth felt  parched.

`616' had been right on the money, when he'd said that the room had been
illuminated to enhance the filming. My eyes went shut the instant the bright
lights hit them after my blindfold had come off. It took several long minutes
for me to adjust to the lights and the surroundings; which weren't as I'd
remembered them at  all.

It took some understanding of what my eyes were seeing at first; until I
recognized myself in all of the mirrors which had been placed almost completely
around my naked form. I could see the technician standing off to one side, and
 `616' sitting, slouched, on the floor in front of  me.

"I have not been ordered to keep you silent, unless your language and tone
get  out of control. So feel free to speak anytime you desire, but keep in mind
that  every sound, every word is being recorded as per instructions from your
father."

I couldn't once again believe what I was hearing until I realized that the
video  taping was more or less like an insurance policy for my benefit and
personal  integrity.

`616' held his hand up to my mouth and offered me a sizeable amount of ice
chips, which he'd been keeping in a small container. I eagerly munched them
all  from his hand, even licking the remnants of the cold water from his soft
skin.

"Now, it's best that I explain what I'm doing as we go along here, least you
get  yourself in a fret", the technician said, as he moved behind me. It was
easy to  see every single move that anyone was making around me; as the
multitude of  angled mirrors played out directly in front of  me.

"While you were asleep, I took the liberty of putting the needles and your
feeding tube in. It seemed only proper since you're not a slave because most of
 the time the slaves yelp from the needles and gag and snot from the feeding
tube  going up their nose. If you remember from yesterday, about the scrotum
infibulations process and the reasons behind it, I'm going to start your drip
now and I'll let it go in slower that normal. We've got ample time to get it
 stretched and the doctor, after examining you, said that your skin and sac
are  supple enough to be able to withstand the larger of two sizes of bags. If
you  raise your eyes up some, you'll see the size of bag which holds the
solution and  that way you can gage how much has thusly entered your sac and how
much is left  to go before the bag is empty. It equates to just less than one
quart; which  should actually make your sac hang like that of an average bull on
somebody's  farm. It will be uncomfortable off and on, but I'm guessing that
`616' can find  ways to take your mind off of  it."

Once again, I found myself having those monstrous feelings of hatred, this
time  towards the doctor that I'd just met, the day before. Now it seems as if
every  free man around this place has seen me either partially naked or
completely  nude; treating me as if I was a  slave.

Another handful of ice from the slave, as I watched the technician open the
valve to begin my scrotum stretching. I could instantly feel the cool solution
 begin to drip into my nutsack, causing my senses to want my nuts to withdraw
up  closer to my body. I knew that no matter how much I wanted my nuts to
pull up  into my body, that the weight of the solution was indeed going to be the
 determining  factor.

The casual, yet caring face of `616' came into my field of vision, as he
adjusted his position so that he was now kneeling just off to the side of my
head. The mirror reflected the beauty and firmness of his buttocks; which seemed
 to enhance the moment. All I could think about, at that precise moment, was
the  simple fact that I should have been back in my cottage, with the slave,
after  having a night of sex; preparing to start this day off like it was just
another  day in the life of an  intern.

He began rubbing the hand and wrist which was closest to him, saying; "Sir,
your  slave will do whatever it takes to make your stay in the `treatment'
room as  pleasant as possible  Sir."

`616' continued to massage my sore wrist as the technician came up and
beside my  other wrist. "Now if you'll look over here, in that mirror (pointing to
the one  just left of center), you'll notice that I've got to separate
solutions waiting  for you. The first bag is the same as you saw yesterday, which
contains your  liquid nutrition's and the other bag contains a solution to
which the doctor has  added some chemicals to help your body produce my sperm and
semen. I'll be  connecting a collection tube to the device in which your penis
is confined and  once you've contributed sixty cc's of sperm, I'll remove
everything from your  body and take you out of these rather cute stocks. `616'
is quite good at  getting a few of the free men and some of the other slaves
to give up their  sperm without to much trouble, so just be thankful that he's
here to help you  out.  Once I get everything going, I'll be leaving the two
of you alone for  awhile, which might afford you some rather transparent
privacy, considering that  everything is being recorded. Just don't think about the
cameras. Concentrate on  your `treatment' and what your contribution means to
the future of slaves around  the  globe."

It was rather odd, of me, not to have said a single word while this whole
beginning process was starting. I maintained my composure, mentally wording the
few thoughts and questions which I had; so that I'd appear to be somewhat
knowledgeable when I  spoke.

"If at anytime, you feel to much pain or discomfort, I'll administer a small
 amount of sedative into your IV line, which should more than likely render
you  unconscious for awhile; but your treatment will continue non-stop until
the  contractual agreement has been  satisfied."

I was just about ready to speak, when the technician summed up his short but
concise explanation.  I will remove the extractor from your penis at  exactly
noon, so that you can empty your bladder and I'll also hang another bag  of
nutrients for your stomach at that time as well.  Should you feel hungry  after
this first bag has emptied, just ask `616' to hang another one. He knows
where I keep them. Then at noon, I'll set up two more, instead of just one. The
process has a way of draining a slave's strength and we can't have that now,
can  we."

They could see me move my eyes towards the clock, knowing that I understood
just  how long I had left to be like this, unless I could supply them with
enough  sperm to satisfy this `contact' of  sorts.

`616' now moved directly in front of me, so that all I could see were his
eyes;  as the technician walked over to the wall and turned on the extraction
machine.  My ears perked up as the machine made some hissing and whirling
sounds; but my  cock felt the immediate results of the machines activation. I didn't
hear the  door close, leaving just the two of us  alone.

"If Sir desires, his slave can keep watch on the collection tube and inform
Sir  of how much has been collected. When Sir's seed gets to the purple line,
it will  be time to turn off the machine and then Sir's slave can take Sir back
to the  cottage and make Sir feel much more comfortable", `616' said with
sad puppy dog  eyes.

"I'd like that very much, `616' but first I have got to get the fuck out of
here  and the sooner the better", I replied with a bit of trepidation to my
voice. I  was going to say something else, but all of a sudden I could feel my
cock begin  to pulsate as if I was nearing a climax. My entire body tensed up
as I felt the  first load of ejaculate splinter down my dick and into the
collection  device.

"If Sir would like, I can press the button over there and the machine will
vacuum out the small tube and Sir's penis of any remaining seed. It might help
to fill the collection tube up a bit faster", `616' said with a hint of
enthusiasm.

I nodded my head, as my body slowly came down from the surge of sexual
delight;  and I could feel the inside of my cock being vacuumed out. I watched as `
616'  slithered underneath me; to return with the news that I'd deposited six
cc's of  semen into the small collection tube.  It sure felt like a bunch, but
I  suppose when you actually measure your cum, one is always surprised by how
 miniscule it is. Only fifty four more cc's and I'll be done with this.

Astonishingly enough, `616' moved in behind me and began to lick at my anal
entrance. I was amazed at how erotic it felt, combined with the continuous
pulsations of the extraction machine. I could also feel the effects of the
solution being dripped into my balls. I was feeling fairly confident that `616'
had noticed it too, and that's why his decision to filter my discomfort was
foremost in his  mind.

I cast my eyes upward, and noticed in the mirror that not too much had been
infused into my scrotum, but it was enough to alert me that it was working. I
could also see that the IV bag was half empty and the nutrient bag was almost
 empty. Odd, that I didn't feel the least bit  hungry.

Moments later, `616' began to massage my testicles, while one of his fingers
 gently teased my anus. My mind and my cock responded up to yet a higher
level of  awareness.  I looked in the mirror and saw the slave with a generous
smile,  as he moved his hand away from my balls up to that small gizmo on the
infusion  line.

"Not to  fear, or worry Sir, this slave is only increasing the flow of the
solution into  Sir's balls; as directed and instructed by the technician. It
will improve Sir's  frequency and quantity of Sir's ejaculations if done
precisely as  outlined."

"If what you say `616' is true, then I have no choice but to believe that
you  are speaking truthfully. Let's just get this over with, as I'm so tired
and my  entire body  aches."

Within a minute, I could feel the difference in the way that my scrotum was
stretching. I could only watch as the bag slowly, yet steadily, emptied itself
 into my body. The discomfort and dull ache, started to become painful. I'm
guessing that `616' could tell by my facial expressions that I was in the
initial stages of experiencing grueling pain, as his index finger easily slipped
 into my  ass.

Moments later, the pain subsided as the slave deftly worked his finger around
 inside of me.  Each time, coming closer to making full contact with my
prostate gland and each bringing me that much closer to another  orgasm.

I could easily tell just how full my scrotum was becoming, each time that `616
'  gently lifted it up and eased it back down. It wasn't until he actually
moved  aside that the mirrors allowed me a clear view of myself. I was more
that  shocked; I was mortified by just how much they'd enlarged my scrotal sac.
My  eyes quickly went to the infusion bag and noticed that it was already, yet
only,  half empty. Already, the solution had enlarged my ball bag by twice or
three  times its normal size; not to mention that it was also taking on a
completely  new look; as those small little creases seemed to be  vanishing.

The slave's finger brought me to my second orgasm, as my body froze in time,
allowing my cock to spill the seed into the collection tube; and once again
the  slave activated the suction which sent shivers down my spine as it sucked
the  remaining minuscule droplets of sperm from within my cock. I quickly
glanced at  the clock and noticed that it had only progressed ninety three minutes
since my  last, my first,  orgasm.

"Sir has deposited an additional four cc's of his sperm. That brings the
total  to ten but it is only a fraction of what Master Trumbull needs to fulfill
his  obligations", the slave said with a slight hesitation in his  voice.

"If Sir will excuse this slave for only a moment, as the slave needs to empty
 it's bladder Sir", he said as he moved towards the door, leaving me in
solitude,  to ponder just how much more of the anguish I would be able to
withstand.

`616' had yet to return, as my ears detected a variable change in the sound
of  the extraction equipment; which was immediately followed by a measured
increase  in the actions  which he was administering to my  cock.

I'd never before maintained an erection for this length of time and the
probability that it was going to stay firm until the sixty cc's of sperm were
collected seemed to far fetched for me to even begin to believe in myself and my
abilities.

By the time `616' returned, my balls were really sore and it felt as if my
skin  was tearing itself away from my torso; but the slave reassured my
verbalized  concerns that all was well within the limits of human  suffrage.

I watched the slave constantly, from the mirrors and I became more and more
enthralled, not from only his looks, but by his slowly erecting penis.   Once
again, my mind allowed me to envision the `what if', had the two of us been
alone, together, last  night.

`616' began to refresh my body, once again, with the cool damp cloth. It was
by  now the most refreshing feeling on or in my entire body.

The slave stood up, this time directly in front of me, as he continued to
anoint  my aching muscles of my shoulders. His erected penis was nearly touching
my  lips, as he slowing soothed away my  aches.

Between the ache in my muscles, and the now ever present pain in my balls;
the  slave seemed well versed on how to alleviate some of it as he began to
massage  the lower, exposed, part of my  neck.

I needed to escape. I didn't want to be here anymore. I felt used and
betrayed;  but instead, I opened my mouth and took the slaves cock.

My actions came as a surprise to `616' as he let go of the cloth and quickly
 moved his hands to the other side of the stocks; taking a firm hold on my
ears,  as he began a calculated, slow thrusting of his hips.

To Be  Continued....


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