Date: Sun, 11 Mar 2007 12:26:41 EDT
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: a lesson in time part 32

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A Lesson  In Time, Chapter Thirty  Two


Everything I was seeing and hearing was so much different than what I'd
formulated in my head the night before. I suppose it was because everybody had
arrived long before I had  anticipated.

I sat at a table with my mother and father, watching the scantily clad slave
pouring coffee. At the other table, Doc and Frank were hastily moving the
slave  folders from one stack to another. Mr. Alderton had walked over to speak
with  Shaun; way before Shaun could even get close enough for me to hear what
they  were talking about. It just seemed as though my eyes were going a hundred
miles  an hour, trying to soak in every aspect of what I was observing.

Mom said  something to the slave, which caused me to turn in her direction. I
instantly  noticed that she had dropped her right hand down and was groping
the slave's  complete package. "Now Kevin", she said. "What on earth would
make you think  that I wouldn't inspect one of the slaves? It's only natural,
that a woman of my  stature and esteem know everything about the one who is
serving  us."

"I know  mom", I hastily replied. "It's just that I've never seen you do
that before and  it took me by  surprise."

"You don't think I haven't done this before. Of course I have. Who do you
think  made sure that your precious MoMo was properly smooth and cinched each
day?"

I  didn't bother to answer her, as I could always tell when mom us up for a
good  debate on the ethical and moral treatment of any and all  slaves.

Dad  remained silent, as he kept his gaze on the other two men. He didn't
even drink  his coffee. It was as if he was about to explode or something; from
the way his  face looked.

Jordan and  John Henry maintained their vigilance, and remained kneeling for
quite some  time. I was beginning to wonder, just how long they could kneel
there, like  that, before the pressure on their knees would begin to impede
their skill and  training.

Mr. Alderton and Shaun walked over to Doc; and Mr. Alderton began speaking to
 him. "I guess we'll start with the `worker slaves' first. That would be
the most  logical place to start", he said with a less than pleasing tone of
voice.

Doc  handed him a short stack of slave folders and calmly said, "We'll have
the other  folders ready by the time you  return."

Dad  stood up and as Mr. Alderton closed the distance between the two of
them, dad  said; "This place is a mess. A total fucking disgrace by my standards.
>From  those folders, I need you to see which of the slaves might have some
experience  in cooking, house keeping, and lawn and landscaping. If we're to
assume  responsibility for this entire estate, it will have to be turned around to
meet  our  standards."

"Yes Sir", replied Alderton, "but this group of slaves are the ones who are
only  sentenced for a short period of time. I don't think we can convince any
of them  to stay on."

"You find the slaves we need and I'll see to it that they'll be begging us
to  stay on", my father said in his employer  voice.

As  dad returned to his chair, he calmly yet matter of factly said "Nothing
but a  total waste of money to hire a housekeeper and a cook; when you have a
whole  barn full of able bodied slaves to choose from. I'll never understand
the guy  who thinks money can get you  anything."

My first thought was that dad was wrong... I thought that money COULD buy you
anything. However, I kept quiet and let my thoughts flow away with the  breeze.

"Honey, if you're finished playing with the slave, might I suggest that you
let  it get back to work", dad said quite harshly; as he once again placed his
 attention on Doc and  Frank.

"Thank goodness we brought at least one slave with us dear", mom said to my
father. "From what I've seen around here, it's going to take a lot of work
to  properly get the right slave in the right  job."

"Yes  dear, I'm well aware of that. Just let me worry about it and you worry
about  something  else".

As  the black slave entered the kitchen, four well dressed men and women came
 outside. I recognized them, by their faces as being employees at dad's
company.  They all looked like `bean counters' with their hand held calculators
and note  pads.

They  stood next to the table, while the three of us remained seated. I was
sure, that  whatever it was that I was about to hear was going to be quite
interesting.

They began speaking in terms so foreign that I was lost within the first
minute.  Even the way they maintained their composure, matched the way each of
them was  impeccably dressed and it all added up soon enough that they had just
completed  an inventory of the house, which included placing an estimated
market value on  it.

Dad  raised his hand, calling a momentary halt to the droves of numbers being
tossed  out. The next thing I know, he's calling Jordan and John Henry over
to our  table.

"I  take it that you slaves eat and sleep in the house?" he  asked.

"Sir,  yes Sir", they replied in  unison.

"Well, as of now, you'll no longer be sleeping and eating in the house", dad
 said in a nice way. "I want you two boys to gather up, anything that is
considered yours and take it down to the cottage. From now on you'll both be
living, and eating your meals there... is that  understood?"

"Sir, yes Sir" came the  response.

"And since you're moving in to the cottage, that must mean that somebody is
moving out. Whatever personal belonging are there from the current occupant,
just toss them out the door and I'll see to it that those items are collected
 shortly."

"Sir, yes Sir", they  replied.

"It's my understanding that the two of you are well trained in the art of
pleasing a man and you should have your own space to keep yourselves well kept
and prepared for such an activity. After you've moved in, I need you to
report  back to me, with a list of things that you feel are missing from the
cottage,  and I'm only referring to things that will help enhance your abilities...
not your  personal  pleasures."

"Sir, yes Sir" my friends  replied.

I  saw to faint smiles and brighter eyes on Jordan and John Henry; more than I
'd  seen since my  arrival.

Mom  had to put her two cents in by saying, "I'll be down to the cottage
sometime  before lunch to see how you two slaves are making out and I just might
have a  few suggestions of my own; which of course depends on the condition of
the  cottage as it is now. However, I expect the two of you to have it
cleaned top to  bottom by the time I  arrive."

"Ma'am, yes Ma'am" they  said.

"Go on  and get going before I have the two of you boys whipped", dad said;
and I almost  thought for a second that I saw a smile on his face  too.

The  accountants started back in with the numbers and stuff, while I saw dad
taking  notes, or so I  thought.

Dad  leaned over, past mom, and handed me a folded piece of paper; and then
he  returned to sitting  properly.

I  looked at my father, who motioned with his head, that I should open the
note.  The note read, as  follows:

"Your two friends are our friends too. They've been `our' friends a long
time.  Will explain  later."

I  looked at my father, with a blank expression on my face; only to see him
with a  huge smile on  his.

The  slave returned from the kitchen with a fresh pot of coffee and refilled
everyone's cup. My mother just couldn't keep her eyes off of him, and I
almost  felt as if she was having some sort of feelings about/towards him. Her
gaze,  once again was noticed by my  father.

"Perhaps Kevin, you can take your mother on a carriage ride around the place.
 That just might help to get her mind back on the business at hand instead of
 thinking about having a cock in hand", dad said quite  sternly.

Noting dad's tone of voice, I remained silent as I stood and waited for my
mother to stand. She didn't seem to pleased that my father was excluding her
from the remainder of the conversation he was  having.

Just  as we went through the back gate, Alderton and Shaun were almost upon
us, as  they made their way back to my father. I could only imagine the look on
Shaun's  face, when dad would tell him that he no longer would be sleeping in
the  cottage. Matter of fact... where would Shaun be sleeping? Heck, maybe dad
was  going to fire Shaun  too.

"Come  on Kevin, let's get out of here. Show me something beautiful", mom
said in a  voice that told me she was  upset.

We  walked up to the pony slaves and I fell, or started to fall, into one of
those  relapses that Mr. Alderton had told me about. Seeing the pony slaves
all hitched  to the various modes of transportation started to get me excited. I
keyed in on  the young man that was hitched up to the carriage.

This time,  for whatever reason, he actually had a horse bit in his mouth. I
guess it was to  impress dad or something; but it sure did look uncomfortable.


Mom noticed  it to. "This is a nice touch", she said trying her best to
smile. "A lot of the  times, ponies don't have their bits in and to me that's
defeating their purpose  in life." She ran her hands `all over' the pony slave;
just as if she was  inspecting a real animal. I watched as she hefted the slave
's cock and balls.  "Nice penis and scrotum on this one don't you think
Kevin?"

Embarrassed to have to answer that question, I paused, especially because I
would have to give my opinion on another male's cock. "Yes for his height and
 weight, I'd say his penis is quite  admirable."

"And what about these other slaves? Have you had much contact with them? It
seems to me that I either heard about or watched you on video while you were
learning a few  lessons."

"YES MOM!" I said rather rudely. "They are all quite nice, as they should be
for  the job they are assigned to  do".

"Well  come on then. I only have about an hour to spare before lunch and my
visit to  the cottage." Mom said, as she waited for me to help her climb up
onto the  seat.

Mom  grabbed the reins before I had a chance to. "I've never ridden in a
carriage  before, let alone controlled a slave like this. This should be an
amazing  journey. Which way do we go  son?"

I  pointed towards the farthest parcel of land, down where the worker slaves
normally would be found `slaving away'. The only reason I started there was
just  because, should the pony slave start to tire out, I wouldn't want my
mother to  get upset with him if we still had a lot of ground to  cover.

Mom  picked up the reins and gave them a good shake; getting the handsome
pony slave  to start off at a fairly smooth pace. All of the `worker' slaves
were still  standing in their own respective area, as we passed quickly  by.

"Kevin,  did you see that?', mom  asked.

"See  what?" I  replied.

"The overseer of all those slaves. He's sitting down under a shade tree.
That  shows a total lack of respect for the person he gets his paycheck from. I'
ll  have to mention that to your father, who'll most likely terminate his
employment  too."

I kept  quiet for several minutes, while mom enjoyed her authority over our
pony slave.  But then, I just had to start asking a series of poignant
questions.

"Mom, can you tell me what all is going on here? I already know some of it,
but  every time I turn around something else new pops  up."

"Kevin"  mom began rather quietly and with a great deal of self-control. "An
intern's job  is to observe and report his observations, just like you're
doing. Your father  and Ms. Mudfart say that your reports are outstanding.
However, when it comes to  a point where our interns are being mistreated and taken
advantage of, your  father and I take a pretty dim view on such  matters."

"I  understand all of that mom, but what about everything going on here
today.  Surely there's more to all this than what dad and Mr. Alderton have told
me.  You've always been upfront with me before, so mom... please tell me what's
really  going on." I said, almost sounding  pathetic.

My  mother kept quiet until we had reached the place where the worker slaves
had  been at work cutting trees. She eased back on the reins and brought the
pony  slave to a halt.

"Let's get  down so I can walk down to that pretty creek", mom said in her `
standard'  motherly  voice.

I had  just turned back, from looking at our pony slave, when mom started
speaking.  "Kevin, it's not a big deal that you're gay. That shouldn't stop you
from  becoming whatever it is that you want to be. However, there is, or
should I say  was a problem with the way you went about allowing these men to
video some of  your sexual encounters. It's not your fault that they administered
those drugs  to your system, but your father is taking care of  that.

Had it  not been for Mr. Alderton catching your sister on one of the
computers, you'd  probably be in a lot worse situation and condition than you are now.
Thankfully,  your father and Ms. Mudfart were able to rectify some, not all
of the damage  she's done."

"Mom, what damage? What was she doing on the computer?" I asked, knowing
full  well that she had sent me two  emails.

"Seems like your sister hacked one of the computers and was able to find your
 location and your email address; along with a bunch of other things. It
appears  that she had sent an email out to Doc about you. And your father thinks
that is  why the man and his men decided to take advantage of  you."

"I  know it must sound silly mom, but what she did couldn't have been all
that  bad."

"Kevin... that's where you're wrong", mom replied, as I noted her voice
starting  to show signs of anger. "Your sister not only sent an email here, but she
 forwarded the same email to every location on your  itinerary."

"And so... what's the point mom", I  asked.

"Jesus Kevin... are you that stupid that you can't see what might happen to
you  for the rest of the summer. Imagine going to, say Texas where their laws
and  rules are the toughest in the nation. Can  you imagine what someone their
might do to you after finding out that you're gay and not forgetting that Doc
and Frank have sent everyone of those places a copy of your `Training Pussyboy
"  video."

I  didn't know what to say. I was getting the picture now... loud and clear. "
Mom,  why did you call it my "Training Pussyboy"  video?"

"Well son, that's the title that they've given it, along with a nice
photograph  of you on the front cover. Seems only logical that having your face on
the  cover, would certainly piss your father off. Who knows how many other
places  have already ordered one of them and lord knows who in town will recognize
you."

"I'm  sorry mom, I didn't know anything like that would happen", I said,
almost in  tears.

We  reached the creek and mom stooped down to dip her hand in the cool water.
I  stood beside her, in case she slipped and fell in. The water looked
inviting,  and it also brought back memories of me being fucked down here as well as
all of  the dicks that I sucked off. I closed my eyes and I could clearly
visualize the  hours I'd spent here. I could almost feel the cocks ramming in and
out of my ass  along with the smell and taste of all that slave  cum.

"Kevin  the one thing you should know is that your father and I have been
watching this  place ever since the last intern was here. If it hadn't been for
him, we'd never  have gotten those two sweet slave boys to keep us informed as
to what all had  been going on at this god forsaken place. If I'm not
mistaken, that one adorable  slave, John Henry, the one you seem to have a crush on,
has been using one of  the computers in the house to keep your father informed
as to what everybody is  doing and what things are and aren't happening  here."

My  mind raced with a combination of feelings. I had no idea that John Henry
was  dad's mole. But now, knowing that, should my feelings for him change?
Only time  and circumstance would  tell.

"Your  father and I had planned on buying this place in two more years, but
with  everything going on here now; your father decided to pull the plug and
offer  these men a deal. We both wanted to move out of the city and your father
was  planning on staying here on weekends, while living back east during the
week;  until such time as he could promote somebody to help run the  company."

"Mom ... why didn't you guys tell me about this before. If I would have known
that, I would have been keeping myself more apart from these men. Now, I've
gone  and wrecked your plans", I said  sullenly.

"Nonsense Kevin", mom snarled. "Nothing would have had any bearing on the
outcome as it stands now. One way or the other, we were going to buy the place,
 but now it just might be an  advantage."

"How's that to be mom. It doesn't sound much like an advantage to me', I
replied  rather  sheepishly.

"I'll tell you later son, but right now let's get  going."

Just  before climbing to the seat, mom turned to me and said, "Kevin, you don'
t look  all that comfortable in those shorts. Why don't you just remove them
for  now?"

"Mom,  no. I'm okay with them", I snapped back at  her.

"Kevin,  don't argue with me. Take your shorts off now", she  said.

I  eased the shorts down and off my body, holding them like a vise grip as I
climbed up and sat next to  her.

"What's  wrong with just wearing a jockstrap around this place?" she asked;
but a  question to which I did not  answer.

"And  your nipple rings. Do they still bother you Kevin?" mom asked  nicely.

"No  ma'am they don't bother me at all now", I  replied.

"Well they look nice sticking through your shirt, the way they do", she
commented.

"Thanks  mom."

"Where  to now Kevin", mom asked, as she once again got the pony slave to
move  forward.

"Well, I was thinking we could stop by the horse barn for a minute, then go
to  where the new indentured slaves are processed and then we'd finish up
looking at  a couple of the slave barns; it that's okay with you mom". I
responded.

Our pony slave did a great job, pulling us up the slight incline towards the
horse barn. I was actually more than just impressed... I was  amazed!

The  ride was mostly quiet for several minutes, with mom making only
fragmented  comments about the beauty of `this and that'. Then out of no where she
started  asking me questions that I didn't expect, nor did I have the
inclination to  answer.

"Are  you comfortable with yourself, now that your whole family knows that
you are  gay?"

"I  suppose so mom", I  replied.

"Do  you see yourself having a partner for life or are you the kind of man
that just  likes to be with a man every now and  then."

"I  haven't given it to much thought, to be honest about  it."

"What  if, say, you hadn't been all drugged up and stuff; do you think you
would have  enjoyed what the men did to  you?"

"I  don't know mom. I haven't seen or heard everything that is on the video
so I  can't honestly say. And besides mom, it's not a very easy thing talking
about  sex, man to man sex with your mother", I said trying to sound
emphatic.

"Don't be silly", she said; as she reined the pony slave to a halt. I sat
there  as mom climbed down and walked the short distance to the fence. "This is
some of  the prettiest land in the country. Don't you think so too,  Kevin?"

"I  can't say for sure, but it is indeed a pretty view from here", I
replied.

"Come down here a minute Kevin", mom asked of  me.

I  quickly dismounted the carriage and stood alongside of her.  She began
pointing out and even naming most every variety of tree and flower within view.
Mom sure did know her  stuff.

"Kevin, why not remove your shirt so I can see how well your rings look
against  your skin", she asked.

I didn't  want to argue with her now, or ever. I knew exactly how `bitchy'
she can get. I  slid my shirt off and tossed it up onto the seat of the
carriage alongside my  shorts.

Mom  immediately commented on the rings, as she had decided that there was a
need for  her to hold the rings in her hands. "Weren't these rings a lot
smaller", she  asked.

"Yes,  ma'am, but they enlarged them shortly after they started feeding me
those  drugs." I  replied.

"Well, they do make you look so much more masculine. I'll grant you that much
",  mom said with a  smile.

"So  tell me Kevin, do you like the rings? And what about them shaving all
your hair  off. Do you like the way you feel and look without all your body
hair?"

"I'm  getting used to the rings, and I don't think they look bad either. As
far as my  hair goes; that was just a temporary thing so that I could get the
feel of what  a new slave goes through, but it ain't bad at all,  really."

"You do realize Kevin that once a slave has been trained for a particular
job,  he or she doesn't normally have a chance to change. Take your friend for
example. There's very little chance that he'll ever be more than a sex slave
for  as long as he is a slave. The sad part about the boy is that he's only
been  trained to service males. Unlike, say your sister who's being trained to
service  both sexes. Let's say you were a slave, which would you prefer... men or
women ...  or both."

"MOM, don't talk like that please!" I blatted right out. "She's not really
a  slave. You and dad only put her there because of the way she was acting and
 because of some of the things she did and didn't do. It's more like a
punishment  for her."

"Well yes, son; but as long as she's in the program... it's always best to
refer  to one such as your sister as a slave... summer or no summer... she's still
a  slave."

I'm  not sure if my mother was trying to sooth my anger towards her or if she
was  actually trying to stimulate me; for some strange, unknown, reason. She
began  toying with my nipples and running her hands over my smooth body. I
began to  feel a bit  uneasy.

"You  see son, even your mother; should you have been a slave, has the
authority to  feel your skin in such a way. It's not a choice for a slave. Nothing,
and I mean  nothing... belongs to a slave, not even his skin. Now tell me, what
do you think  about having a female touch you in such a  way."

"I  can't say mom. Geezsh! It's not like this in the real world. And
besides..  You're my mom, so what can I say." I responded with an  attitude.

"You don't think that if I grabbed Jordan's penis that he wouldn't react
favorably to it? You don't think that the slave wouldn't get an erection? Of
course he would. All men get excited no matter which sex touches his privates"
,  mom said with a  smile.

"We'd  best be getting on with our tour now", I said; trying to defuse the
situation.  What I really wanted to say to her was that I didn't like having a
female  touching my body in any  way.

Without  as much as acknowledging my last comment, mom went right up to the
pony slave  and grabbed his dick. She began stroking it and sure enough the
slave's cock  went rigid. I watched her start to masturbate the pony slave, as if
it was just  something natural for a free person to do. While stroking his
cock with one  hand, she started to fondle his scrotum; which caused the slave
to emit a soft  moan. "See son, the slave likes it", mom said rather
gleefully.

I'd seen enough. My own cock was straining beneath the leather and I didn't
want  mom to notice. I climbed aboard the carriage and waited until she was
finished  proving her  point.

The  pony slave started to groan and flex his hips and I knew that he wasn't
long in  having a healthy  orgasm.

Mom  quickly released her grip on the slave and moved away. "I didn't say
you could  squirt, boy", mom said.  "Damn slaves all think that just because
they get  all hot and bothered that it gives them the right to spill their slave
 seed."

My  mother quickly left the slave to his agony of not achieving an orgasm.
Climbing  up next to me, she snapped the reins and the slave moved towards the
horse barn.  All I could think about was the pony slave and his cock. I wanted;
no ... I needed  his cock in my mouth. If mom hadn't been there, I'd have been
on my knees  sucking him with every ounce of strength I  had.

The  closer we got to the top of the knoll, the pasture where the horses were
kept;  came into view. I looked at them, just praying that my mother wouldn't
say  anything about  them.

On the  crest of the knoll, my mother brought the carriage to a sudden halt. "
Will you  look at that", she said; pointing across my chest towards the
house. "Looks like  the `shit has it the fan' and I missed it", she said with a
giggle to her  voice.

I  looked towards the house, and all I could see was a mass of furniture
being  brought out and placed on the lawn. Everything from sofas to beds was now
decorating the  landscape.

Mom just started laughing, uncontrollable, as she got the carriage moving
again.  The moment that she stopped laughing was when she first noticed my father
coming  out of the horse barn, accompanied by his security  guy.

My  father walked towards us, until the carriage came to a stop. There was a
look on  dad's face that I'd not seen before. "Christ almighty, are those men
stupid OR  WHAT?" He said with an uncertain sound to his  voice.

"What  do you mean by that dear?" questioned my  mother.

"Well, for now... let's just say that they're outta here." Dad said  smiling.

I  noticed my father starring at my scantily clad body as he once again
spoke.  "Well, they got paid a fair price for the place, as much as I hate to admit
it.  They really didn't want to sell, but considering their alternatives...
well... they  didn't have much choice in the  matter."

"I  hope you didn't overpay them dear", mom  replied.

"Hell no! By the time they signed over everything, they ended up getting
thirty-three percent of the market value of everything... including the slaves"
dad proudly  said.

"Everything, you mean as in everything dear. You bought  everything?"

Mom was jumping down from the seat, into dad's arms, when dad quietly
replied,  "yes dear, I mean everything from the house and barns, to the livestock and
 slaves. You and I bought everything and now we have to make sure that we get
a  decent return on our money. You might say, that the slaves were a  bonus."

"We  both know how to do that", mom said to dad. "Now that we actually have
a  separate business away from the city; the laws give us a lot of leeway when
it  comes to such things. It wouldn't surprise me, that if in two or three
years we  don't surpass the cowboys down in Austin or the snotty farts up at
Windy Hills.  They'll be apple polishing our  feet".

"Best  make that one year honey. I'd hate to think that it would take us
more than that  to recoup our money before we turned a respectable profit. Now, I
don't want to  sound bossy or anything... but I'd suggest that you go into
town and see what they  have in the way of some furniture for the house. We can
discuss the finer  details of the deal when you return. Lucy can drive you. She'
s good at driving  those big SUV's. If you can't find what you like, just
get something for the  time being until we can decorate the house the way you
want."

"That's a great idea, my love; simply great" mom said, sounding more like a
school girl than my  mother.

"You  two can eat lunch in town while you're there. We have so much work to
do that  every minute wasted is like losing an hour. The golf cart is on the
other side  of the horse barn and Justin here will take you back down to the
house."

Mom  didn't say another word. She walked quickly and with determination
through the  barn; and the last I saw of her for the remainder of the afternoon was
when she  had turned around to wave  goodbye.

"Now Kevin, I know you need to eat something for lunch, especially after
spending two hours alone with your mother. What say... we take the carriage back
down... just the two of us? There are a few things you and I have to discuss and
that will at least give us a few minutes alone. Not saying that you and I don'
t  have more to talk about, but I want to give you an idea of what needs to
be  discussed."

I watched dad ease himself up onto the seat. He handed me the reins and told
me  to control the pony slave. The only controlling I wanted to do was to the
slave's dick, not his  reins.

As I  wheeled the carriage around, dad quietly said, "After lunch you can
show me the  horses."

To Be Continued...


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