Date: Fri, 6 Jul 2007 22:28:24 EDT
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: a lesson in time part 46

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A Lesson In  Time, Chapter 46


"I'd like you to take my free man's cock  out and show me just what you know"
, Zeb said softly, as he held on to the tops  of both my ears.

My brain didn't believe what it was hearing. For  years I've dreamed about
having Zeb's cock in my mouth and now the opportunity  was only six inches from
my lips. I began to raise my hands so that I could  slide the zipper down, and
just when I thought I was going to finally get to  fulfill my wildest dream;
Zeb used one of his hands to smack me hard atop my  fleshy head.

"Not that way you dumb shit", Zeb yelled down to me.  "A properly trained
pleasure slave `always' uses his mouth to disrobe his  Master".

Stunned and mortified, I suddenly came to realize that Zeb  was `acting'
like a Master and not my beloved brother. I didn't say a word, for  fear of
aggravating matters. I leaned forward and located the zipper tab and  began to pull
it down, with my front teeth. The feeling of the metal making  contact with
my teeth, as I gently pulled, sent an endless wave of vibrations  through my
teeth and jaw bones. It was somewhat erotic, just thinking about what  I was
doing. I couldn't wait until I would repeat this very same experience with  my
own slave, one day soon. Never one to shy away from adversity, I got the  zipper
completely down and my eyes quickly noticed that Zeb wasn't wearing any
underwear. I could see the most eloquent auburn hair which comprises his pubic
growth.

The closer my face got in towards his crotch, the more my  senses went well
beyond `overload'. The scent emitting from his open zipper was  almost more
than I could take. It was intoxicating. The fine, and full masculine  pubic
hairs nearly tickled my nose as my lips were working to extract Zeb's dick  from
the hidden, often forbidden, area of most men's  clothing.

"You'll soon learn bro that as a Master, one must always  be in total
control. There is not one instance that I know of where a slave is  in control of his
Master. Unlike what you did at Windy Hills Slave Farm, with  that cute
looking slave; a true Master would never allow having himself put in  such a
predicament. You never ask a slave for `his' advice. A Master, if in  doubt, and
can't consort with another free man, must simply rely upon his best  judgments in
each and every situation."

Zeb's cock was now in my  mouth, just passed my lips and laying flaccid on my
tongue. I wanted to suck his  cock so bad, but I also wanting to focus on
what he was saying, as well. The  least I could hope for was that the cock would
start to erect even before I  began to suck it.

Zeb continued his oration, saying, "What I'm  seeing Kevin is that you need
to learn not just what it's like to be `enslaved'  but you need to learn just
exactly what a slave's life consists of. I don't feel  that just because
you've `seen' what a slave goes through is suitable for you  desire to become an
overseer and a Master. Slaves of all sorts will be well  trained here. Some as
ponies, some as dray slaves, some as common field workers,  others as
household servants and lastly as what the industry calls "Personal"  slaves. You and
I both know that Personal slaves are no more or less, than a  man's valet and
sex slave."

Zeb's cock still remained soft and so I  decided that perhaps he was waiting
for me to begin my ministrations. I slowly  pulled my head back, just to be
sure that my tongue could easily lavish a  healthy dose of worship to the piss
slit and sensitive underside. Once again, my  negligence, in being properly
trained, resulted in another slap atop my head;  followed by more directive
comments from Zeb.

"Once again, I see  that you don't understand a Master's needs. Who the fuck
told you to start  tonguing my cock. What ever gave you the idea that I'd
want my own flesh and  blood to suck my dick. Let me put it to you in a way that
you'll simply have to  understand".

Thankfully, I knew better than to release my hold of  Zeb's cock. I tried,
hard, to understand his words and the reason for his  dissatisfaction with what
I thought was the proper thing to  do.

Zeb's hands moved from my ears to the back of my head, keeping  it firmly in
place; while I began to feel and taste the initial onslaught of  piss. Not in
a million years would I have expected Zeb to humiliate me in such a  way.

I swallowed as fast as humanly possible. Lord only knows what  would have
happened if I had let any piss escape the confines of my mouth. The  taste was as
you'd have expected and Zeb had apparently needed to pee for some  time. I
thought the flow would never have stopped.

"Good boy, now  just keep my dick in that sweet mouth of yours until I tell
you otherwise", Zeb  quietly commanded. "But, the one thing that you've failed
to do is to keep both  of your hands behind your head at all times. A good
slave always shows his  Master the total submission due the Master by such a
posture."

I  quickly positioned my hands behind my head, as Zeb continued speaking in
his low  voice; which somehow seemed almost caring, as if he wanted me to learn
how to do  things the right way, without getting myself into trouble.

"Me  thinks that the boy, expected to suck cock just because a cock was in
the boy's  mouth. Happily, not all Masters just expect their slave to suck a
load of cum  out of their nuts. A good and just Master will strive to use His
slave's body  for what that body was designed to do for Him."

I could have knelt  there for hours listening to Zeb expound on the wealth of
knowledge that he  possessed but Zeb had other things to do. It didn't take
but a few seconds for  him to extract his dick from my face and tuck it gently
behind the cover of his  clothes.

"Let's the two of us go out and tend to the punishment of  those two
creatures", Zeb said whimsically. "Perhaps when I'm done tanning their  hides,
they'll not see any humor whatsoever in being disrespectful to their  Master".

I quickly got to my feet and saw myself, for the first  time, as I stood in
front of a full length mirror.

"If you were,  what we normally call a hog boy, you would have a huge ring
hanging from your  nose", Zeb said laughing as if he was contemplating it. "All
in all, I have to  say that you look great just the way you are".

We made a brief stop  in the kitchen so that Zeb could run upstairs and find
something for me to wear.  Upon his return he commented rather crudely "All I
saw up there were those pink  shorts and that skimpy shirt you wear around
here; but I'm loaning you a pair of  my chinos and a tee shirt for now, just so
you don't look like the rest of the  slaves. I'll have to decide on and figure
out just what I want you to wear when  you're out and about amongst the `other'
 slaves".

Funny, but for  some reason I felt odd, no strange, as I slid the shirt over
my head, being  careful not to be to rough on my new ear and nipple rings.
Thank goodness that  Zeb's shorts were a size to big, as I needed the room for my
Prince Albert and  plugged catheter. My cock felt weird as the fabric brushed
up against it; as if  my manhood was being punished for looking so beautiful.

My first  thoughts were of the beautiful job that the slaves had done pruning
the shrubs  which surrounded the pool area, although Zeb's ass looked a might
fine as I  followed behind him. My next vision was a mixed bag of sorts;
first I saw how  the slaves had actually manicured all of the grass which
surrounded the entire  house, and secondly was the vision, the ultimate high, of
seeing the pony boy  harnessed between the two shafts of the carriage. The pony boy
and the carriage  glittered against the evening sun.

I wondered, along with many  things, just hard the pony boy was working as he
pulled both Zeb and myself up  the lane towards the `induction barn'. The
closer we got, the less interested I  became in the slave as my eyes focused on
the sight which lay just  ahead.

Every available slave was there; all of them kneeling with  their hands
behind their respective heads, allowing the two of us to see them in  all their
glory. Their rings, new and old, sparkled as if they were new out of  the box.
Their, now hairless, bodies glistened like the pony's skin; apparently  all had
taken care to oil their bodies before presenting for Master Zeb's  inspection.
They all looked a hundred percent different since I'd seen them last  time.

They were all kneeling in sort of a semi-circle, where in the  center was the
punishment platform. On this hastily, yet professionally  constructed,
platform were Jordan and John Henry. Each of them spread eagled as  if ready to be
disemboweled.

I could see that each of their  scrotums had been attached to a short chain
which apparently was stretching  their nutsack as the chain was locked in place
on the deck of the platform. I  don't suppose that either of them could move
much, without causing great harm  and pain to their balls.

I admired Jordan's butt, as it looked as  if he, more than John Henry, was
flexing his muscles attempting to dissipate any  and all discomfort. Jordan's
face was ashen in color, most likely from the long  wait leading to this moment,
this lesson in time.

It almost looked  as if John Henry maintained a rather defiant look. His eyes
were ablaze with  contempt and his fist were clinched, just above the
bindings which held him  firmly in place.

Zeb brought the carriage to a stop without saying  a word, and eased himself
from the seat. He turned to me as if to silently say,  `get the fuck down from
there'. I turned around and climbed off the seat as I'd  seen dad do several
times before and it become evident that my cock was trying  to fill with blood
and my bound nuts ached from the sumptuous sight of so many  naked male
figures.

Instinctively, I tried to slide my hands into  the front pockets of the
shorts but my steel cuffs prevented such a response to  my own embarrassment. I
quickly diverted my eyes towards Zeb and his trio of  overseers and I suddenly
didn't feel alone in my desperation. Each of the four  men were showing a rather
substantial `tent'.

Zeb climbed the four  or five steps leading to the top of the platform and
stood tall and proud as he  began `addressing' the slaves. As he spoke, his
three overseers, plus Shaun,  moved amongst the rows of kneeling slaves as they
worked their way towards and  onto the platform as well. I remained standing
beside the carriage, but not out  of sight from any pair of eyes.

Zeb must have had to of given this  sort of speech before; as the words just
seemed to roll off his lips without a  single flaw. I was really proud of him
and the way he spoke about his  expectations and how most all of the rules
would be changing over the next  couple of days. He didn't hold back, a single
syllable, when it came to laying  out what his expectations are and what
punishments would be forthcoming if such  expectations fell short.

Zeb surprised everybody, including me,  when he ordered seven slaves to come
forward and kneel up against the punishment  platform; resting their hands on
the deck, still keeping their heads bowed out  of respect. I had no idea why
he had selected those seven, but I did recognize  them from my initial days
here.

Suddenly a warm hand startled me  from behind. It was Mr. Alderton; as he
whispered softly into my ear; "sorry if  I scared you Kevin".

I turned my torso around and met Mr.  Alderton's eyes. They are so beautiful
that the words escape me with which to  describe them. Let's just say that
they warmed my heart and leave it at  that.

My movement caught Zeb's attention as he broke his words in  mid-sentence and
asked, "Mr. Alderton do you have the necessary papers with  which to continue?
"

Mr. Alderton simply nodded his head  affirmatively and moved towards the
platform; reaching up and handing Zeb an  envelope. Zeb opened it up and a big
smile flowed across his face, like the time  mom and dad bought him his first car.

Zeb nodded to his three  friends who moved towards Shaun and stood on either
side and behind him. Zeb  began reading the signed court order, which
basically found that Shaun was  guilty of the crimes listed. Shaun's mouth dropped and
you could have drove a  truck in; but that didn't last long, as one of the
overseers extracted a slave  prod and pushed it deep into Shaun's back, causing
him to drop to the wooden  deck, screaming in anguish.

Zeb refrained from completing his  reading until such time as the overseers
had sliced Shaun's clothing off,  leaving him naked like the rest of the slaves.

"For said offenses,  you are remanded to "Willow Knolls" Indenturement
Center for a period of ten to  fifteen years, with no opportunity to reclaim years
for good  behavior."

I couldn't make heads or tails out of the charges that  Shaun had been held
to account; but they all sounded rather serious and I'm  guessing that he's
lucky to have been sentenced to live here, where he once  worked and thrived.

Shaun tried to speak, but another jolt with  the prod squelched any further
outcry.

The overseers quickly had  Shaun `hogtied' and left him to simply lay atop
the platform in full view of a  hundred or so pair of eyes. I felt my own
personal sadness for the new slave. My  sexual urges had instantly faded, after
hearing Shaun's screams and seeing him  thrash about like a catfish out of water.

Most of the slaves, kept  their eyes on Shaun; as his body slowly returned to
`normal'. It was the first  actual display of authority that I'd seen Zeb
issue and it was something that  I'd never forget, nor would the slaves if they
knew what was good for  them.

As if it was a normal, everyday occurrence, Zeb moved over to  the edge of
the platform, stopping just short of stepping on the seven pairs of  hands;
ordering those seven slaves to look up. By now the three overseers had  joined
Zeb, all four were now in line directly above the slaves as Zeb firmly  chastised
them for their actions against a `free man'. It took me a few seconds  for
me to realize that he was referring to me as the `free man'.

If  you could have seen the looks on the seven faces of those slaves when Zeb
and  the overseers unzipped their shorts and whipped out their  cocks.

"NOW OPEN" , shouted Zeb; as he looked menacingly down at  the kneeling
seven. With some hesitation, but eventually all seven were agape  and that was Zeb'
s cue to release a torrential flood of male piss down upon  them; spraying
each of them with his golden nectar. The three overseers followed  suit and it
became a true `pissing contest'. I was more interested in the size  of the
overseer's cocks than I was at seeing slaves being pissed on and in.

To add to their humiliation, Zeb had the entire remaining slaves  mount the
platform and drain themselves upon the seven, piss covered, once  dominate male
slaves. It became more and more apparent to everybody that Zeb was  a Master
to fear and yet respect. I had no earthly idea that what he had said  and done
was also for my benefit and betterment, as well. I'd learn later that  the
slaves understood Zeb better than I did, as they all showed me so much  respect
in the time that followed in which I was amongst them in some form or
capacity; but the bulk of `fear' remained as belonging to Zeb and his  overseers.

I could only imagine what Jordan and John Henry had to  have been thinking as
they witnessed their Master's domineering ways. I'm sure  that sooner or
later Jordan would tell me every single thought that must have  raced through his
head at the time.

The four men stuffed their  cocks back and turned their attention to Shaun;
who had finally calmed down;  only after he'd pissed himself.

Two of the overseers ordered four  slaves to assist them in getting Shaun
over to the induction center and just a  fast as they'd commanded it... Shaun was
being carried by his limbs into the  building that I knew so well. Shaun was
silent the whole way, and as they all  passed close to me, I could see that
Shaun was still crying those familiar tears  of fear and humiliation. I couldn't
begin to think what he was thinking about as  our eyes made casual contact.

Zeb turned his attention to Jordan  and John Henry, while allowing the seven
urine drenched slaves to get back into  their loose formation with the other
slaves.

I watched as he ran  his hands over each slave, as if inspecting them for
blemishes and  abnormalities. He sure knew his job and his passion.

Zeb went into  a dialog with all of the slaves as to just why the two slaves
were facing  punishment. His words resonated so beautifully, even to my less
knowledgeable  brain. I may have had some amount of sadness for what was about
to happen, but  by the time Zeb was done talking I felt quite uplifted. His
words seemed to  strike a certain cord deep within me that I knew that he was
right with what he  had just said and I further knew that the punishment that
was about to be  administered was the only right and just thing to do.

I had been so  busy looking at all of the slaves, Jordan and John Henry that
I hadn't noticed  the implements of punishment and pain dangling from the two
upright posts of the  platform; until I watched Zeb move over to select the
instrument he was going to  use.

Zeb pawed over all of the whips, paddles and several other  items before
settling for what appeared to be an old fashion barber's strap. He  swung it a few
times, and I could hear the air move in front of it. I'm just  happy that it
wasn't me that was about to feel a world of  hurt.

Startled, to say the least when Zeb motioned for me to join  him on the
platform; I could feel every eye following me and I wasn't feeling as  if the eyes
were appreciative of me or not. Once standing next to him, I could  see how
all of the slaves were really, I mean really, all alike now. Everything  that
Shaun, Doc and Frank had overlooked on the slaves was now corrected and  they
looked a lot like me. Shaun and his friends had done a great job in  bringing
the slaves up to minimum standards.

"Hold their shoulders  like this", Zeb said to me as he demonstrated how he
wanted me to grip the  slaves. I took a firm grip on John Henry's shoulders,
blocking the view of many  a slave from seeing his face and cock.

The first strike from the  strap not only caught John Henry by surprise but
me too. John Henry jerked and  froze, as if time had stood still and then the
gut wrenching scream came pouring  out of his mouth. I cast my eyes down and
saw that John Henry was on tip toes;  which of course caused him to stretch his
own nutsack.

After five  more applications of the strap, Jordan was babbling anything and
everything,  promising to be good and just about anything else his shattered
brain could  conjure up.

"Easy boy", I said softly into his ear, as his chest  rose and fell filling
his lungs with more air; trying to prepare for the next  onslaught upon his
rump.

"Please Master Zeb, Please stop, Please  Master", John Henry kept saying;
but to no avail.

Jordan apparently  had been mentally preparing himself for his turn. I
noticed that his head was  down and it almost seemed as if every muscle in his body
had gone limp.  Stretched out like a bird, Jordan seemed as if he had already
accepted his  punishment which was not far off.

After a total of 24 applications  of the strap, Zeb dropped the implement
onto the floor and began to run his  hands over John Henry's now brightly colored
buttocks.

"Master,  thank you Master for showing me the errors of my ways Master",
John Henry said  somberly as snot flowed in a long glob from his nostrils.

I was  surprised, once again, by Zeb; as he eased me aside so he could stand
in front  of John Henry.

"I hope that I never have to punish you again  slave", Zeb said firmly and
with volume. "Most slaves I have dealt with are all  to eager to learn from
just the one session of punishment; but don't think I  won't drag your fucking
ass back up here and make you feel worse than you do  already."

Zeb cupped his hand under the slave's chin, raising it  until the two pairs
of eyes aligned. With his other hand, Zeb simply wiped the  boogers from John
Henry's nose; and then he leaned forward and kissed John Henry  square on the
mouth. "Just know boy, that you and the other slaves will soon  come to know
that a good master loves all of his slaves, some more than  others."

"Master, yes Master, thank you Master", John Henry managed  to reply.

Next came Jordan's punishment and it was the toughest of  them all. I barely
made it through the screams and bladder release myself and  couldn't even
imagine how Jordan could even take half of what Zeb was dishing  out.

What seemed to be the worst of it all was the ending. The two  remaining
overseers released the two slaves who immediately fell to their knees  and began
rubbing their butts, trying in vain to rub away the  soreness.

"Kevin, I think this would be the proper time to mark one  of these two
slaves as the one that you desire to tend to all of your personal  needs", came Zeb'
s authoritive voice, resounding over the sniffles of the two  slaves.

My eyes lit up with that bit of news, as I'd not yet  expected this sort of
formal ceremony; nor did I know what I was about to put  myself through.

"Heck yeah", I said as my entire face went into one  huge smile. "Just tell
me what I need to do Zeb and I'll do whatever I need  to".

"Not so fast Kevin", Zeb replied. "This is a moment that you  should
remember for a long time. Not just for yourself but for your personal  slave and all
of these other slaves in attendance. It is a solemn thing that  you're about
to do and I want you to think hard about which of these two slaves  you wish to
mark as yours."

I looked once again at the two slaves,  and although I had feelings, and a
bit of admiration for both of them, my brain  and my body knew that Jordan would
suit me the best.

"I select this  boy", I said with a solid and forceful tone to my words, as
I pointed down to  Jordan.

"Very well then, I need you to stand directly in front of  him and I'll help
you through the ceremony, since this is your first one", Zeb  said rather
calmly and reassuring.

I moved to my left, which placed  me standing about a foot in front of
Jordan. Jordan kept his head bowed and I  noticed that his sniveling had all but
stopped.
Zeb came up alongside of me  and made the `formal' announcement to the
slaves, his two overseers and more  importantly to Jordan. His speech didn't take
long, but he got his point across  quite well. Jordan would be mine, to do with
as I so pleased.

The  next thing I feel, and see, is Zeb's hand moving to and taking hold of
my  zipper. With little or no respect for my own feelings, Zeb simply extracted
my  cock and balls from their confined space; leaving them on display for all
to  see.

I heard a few gasps and a faint couple of words mixed in; all  of which came
from the slaves.

Even now, I still wasn't used to  seeing my own huge ring, let alone my two
nuts kept separate by the wide steel  band. Least of all, the four inches of
dangling latex that passed the tip of my  dick making up the exposed part of my
catheter.

"Now just spin  around one full turn and display yourself to our slaves, so
that they can see a  Master's cock", Zeb requested. "There's nothing to be
afraid of or ashamed of  Kevin. A master can do anything to himself or a slave,
that he feels a need to  do and you are no exception, trust me.'

Slowly I turned, but I kept  my head down so I wouldn't make to much eye
contact with all of the slaves. My  cock and balls weren't to much different
looking than theirs; or perhaps mine  was even more of a severe treatment seeing as
how their nuts weren't all  separated and stretched. And, at least they didn'
t have a piece of rubber shoved  down their piss slits. I felt a rush of
embarrassment as I made the complete  turn, but it soon ebbed once my jewels
weren't being eyeballed by the majority  of the slaves.

Zeb asked that I take a firm hold of my dick, and I  must admit that it felt
great; seeing as how I hadn't been able to touch my  manstick for over twenty
four hours.

"When your piss starts to  flow, you just need to make sure that the majority
of it goes over the head and  face of your selected slave", Zeb said as if it
was something he was accustomed  to doing or seeing. "By marking your slave
in this fashion symbolizes your  desire to give of yourself in order to make
your slave a more obedient and  pliable servant. In the months and years to
follow your slave will learn all  that is pleasing to you. It will learn all of
your body and mind. It will learn  every scent of your body and every taste from
every pore of your skin. A  master's nectar is a favorite amongst the most
dedicated and trustworthy of  slaves."

That said, Zeb pulled the small plug out from the end of  my catheter and
piss immediately began to flow. I hadn't even realized that my  bladder had
needed a release until I began to feel the relief. Jordan raised his  head allowing
my piss to soak his hair and forehead and then, surprisingly  enough, Jordan
opened his mouth and allowed my piss to freely enter. I watched  his adams
apple move up and down as he swallowed what piss had made it into his  mouth;
which instantly registered in my brain as him accepting me as his  Master.

I shook the last bits of piss out of the tube, and then Zeb  put the plastic
plug back in; sealing my bladder once again. I would have to ask  him, in
private, when I could get the damn thing removed and be back to pissing  like a
man again.

"Just let it hang out for now", Zeb said; noting  that I had wanted to stuff
everything back behind the zipper.

Zeb  then stood in front of John Henry and performed the same ceremony;
except John  Henry didn't raise his head, nor did he make any attempt to show a
desire to  swallow Zeb's piss. Zeb said nothing, nor did he react in any way
which would  have displayed his displeasure. I felt a pang of sadness for Zeb, as
it really  would have been nice if John Henry responded as favorably as Jordan
did. Two  friends, two slaves, bound by a sacred ceremony to two brothers,
two Masters. It  would have been a most wonderful thing had it have happened.

"Let's  get going", Zeb said rather curtly.

The overseers began to herd  the slaves back to their respective barns, as
the four of us quickly dismounted  the platform.

"I think we should go check on our new slave and also  take a look at the
four boys we're keeping chained up for tomorrows inductions",  Zeb spoke, rather
non-descript.

Zeb commanded the pony slave to  take himself down to the main house and
wait; which the pony slave quickly moved  on down the lane without so much as a
look back.

The moment I  noticed Zeb leading John Henry by his slave dick, I felt
obligated to do the  same with Jordan. However, I'm sure that I wasn't feeling so
domineering as Zeb  was. I could only feel the closeness to my slave. I could
only feel the need to  suck the slaves cock or to feel it pulsing inside my ass.
Had this been another  place, another time, I would have dropped to my knees
and sucked the slaves  entire cock in my mouth and down my throat; but I had
to display a certain  degree of `ownership' if I wanted to please Zeb, Master
Zeb.

The  induction center wasn't that much of a walk and the closer we got, the
clearer  and louder the voices, the screams and pleadings seemed to get. From
fifty feet  away, it sounded like somebody, probably Shaun, was receiving some
sort of  `treatment'. I felt pangs of sadness once again, as some deep down
part of me  felt sorry for him. Was it not in my makeup to be a master? Was it
perhaps  something that I knew from experience that Shaun was being used for?
Or, perhaps  it was the darkened parts of me that related to Shaun as one
slave to another  slave.

A few more steps.. A few yards more and I'd see for myself.  Perhaps I'd be
able to put my thoughts in perspective and reality. It would  surely be a good `
lesson in time'.

To Be Continued...

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