Date: Thu, 2 Aug 2007 07:08:15 EDT
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: a lesson in time  part 47

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A Lesson In Time,  Chapter Forty Seven


One step inside the processing barn,  my world once again was turned upside
down and inside out. I had to let go of  Jordan's dick, once my mind was
focused on the scene (s) in front of  me.

The first thing my eyes saw were the four new slave boys from  town; with
their heads and wrists secured through holes in the newly renovated  doors to
each of the holding pens. It was obvious that the boys still had their  worldly
clothes on, because the way they were poking through the holes in the  door, I
could see their shirts.

The boys, each, had a bowl of water  close enough so that they could quench
their thirst. Their eyes were red from  crying and their hair seemed in total
disarray; almost in some ways, pleading  with anyone who would pay attention to
their needs and humiliations. Two of the  boys held their hands and fingers
in what appeared to be clinched postures,  which may have been out of anger or
for some other reason. There was the  unmistakable stench of human excrement
seeping from their holding pens. If in  fact, they were still wearing `street
clothes' I can only imagine how they were  feeling after being confined like
this for more than a day already. They must be  in agony, of the mental sort.

The entire barn looked much different  than when I was last here. The once
open area nearest the four boys was now  brightly illuminated and even the walls
were covered in what looked to be  `tongue and groove' hardwood panels. The
floor in that same area had the highest  gloss, which apparently had come from
several hours of strenuous scrubbing and  waxing.

On the other side, where I'd been held, `bound', to the  examination table
were more walls; some high enough that I couldn't see over  them, while other
areas just seemed to be partially divided.

I  could hear the grunts and sniffling of what I took to be a man's voice but
 before I could venture a single step Zeb said rather  commandingly...

"You two fucking slaves get your asses into the  shower and clean yourselves
up. And I want that to mean that your ass inside and  out is also squeaky
clean."

"Yes Master", came the unified  response, and quite proper I might add.
Jordan and John Henry bustled off to the  shower area, without looking back at
either myself or Zeb; once again showing a  deep respect for their Masters and
the spoken word.

"Well, what do  you think so far?" Zeb inquired as he involuntarily motioned
to the expanse of  the barn's interior.

"It looks great bro", I said in response. "It  sure looks different and
cleaner than the last time I was in  here."

"Anything would be an improvement over the shit hole that  these idiots used
to consider clean and organized", Zeb blasted back. "You'll  just have to get
used to the way I was trained and the way things need to be  around here from
now one Kevin. Since you're still `new' to all of this, it  shouldn't take
you long at all to adapt to the PROPER way of running Willow  Knolls. In the
days and weeks to come, you and I are going to be spending a lot  of time
together, so that I can outline my ideas and so that you can have ample
opportunity to voice your input as well. This is a team effort and as our dear  old dad
always says... this is a `lesson in time'. Time I might add that we have
plenty of and the more time we have means the money financial gain we both can
amass."

Darned if Zeb just didn't spit out a mouthful of what  sounded pretty damn
awesome to me, I'll say that much towards offering up some  `credit' to my once
asshole brother.

Zeb began talking again, as he  stepped towards me and reached out and took
hold of my Prince Albert. "Now you  see why I told you to just let it stay out"
, he said with a smile. If you lead a  slave around by his dick, you too need
to experience the humiliation of what a  slave goes through each time you do
something like that to it."

I  didn't figure that Zeb's comment even needed responding to, as he led me
over to  the newly refurbished area.

"Here is where the new SIMS machine  will go on Monday. With the machine
sitting right here, we can actually process  a new slave from start to finish in
the same building. Just think of this  building as a much smaller version of dad
's building with all of it's different  floors for different things" Zeb
said as if giving a guided tour. "Come Monday  we'll even had footprints painted
on all the floors so the slaves will know how  to move from point A to point
B without getting their asses whipped to  much.  They'll all go from holding
pen, to shower, to clipping station then  over to the SIMS, and then finally
they'll each be led or ordered over to the  examination table where the
overseers will get them all nice and pretty  like."

To me, it seemed as if Zeb was motivated to make our new  home a well run
machine; one which if run properly would afford the two of us  and our sister the
ability to have just about anything our hearts and minds  desired.

More moans and groans filtered through the barn, this time  much louder and
more distinct. My brain was telling me that the sounds could  have only been
coming from Shaun.  I hoped beyond hope, that he was okay,  because I sorta,
kinda liked him in certain ways.

"Now over here",  Zeb said as he once again was on the move; still holding
me by the giant ring  dangling from my cock. "We've separated this area just
to give each overseer a  little bit more privacy as to what he is doing to his
slave. It isn't that a  slave has the right to privacy, but it is more to the
benefit of the overseer.  This way the overseer can feel more at ease with
what he is doing and it seems  to make the whole process of working with the
newly indentured go a lot  smoother. An overseer usually doesn't like to have his
superior always looking  over his shoulder and besides, my buddies have the
kinkiest desires from time to  time and I like to see that they have a tad bit
of privacy. You'll find out soon  enough just how kinky Luke is and I'm sure
the two of you will benefit from each  others company. Luke is probably going
to be your main instructor, when you and  I aren't knee deep in paperwork and
other good stuff."

"Kewl', was  about all I could say as we went from one area into another.
The area that used  to be open to all eyes was now divided into three separate
sections. The new  area where the examination table was looked even nicer than
before; with it's  brighter lights along with all of the cabinets cleaned up
and shining brightly.  Even the leather straps on the exam table looked as if
they'd been cleaned up  and brought to a brilliant shine.

The last area, before reaching  the showers was where I discovered Shaun. He
was naked as a Jaybird. His hands  and feet were manacled to chains which were
pulling him apart; leaving him in a  vertical spreadeagled position.

Between his legs, appeared to be  what looked like an old fashion `screw jack'
. Atop the screw jack, was the  thickest looking dildo I'd ever seen. It was
now obvious why Shaun had been  moaning and groaning. The head of the dildo,
along with god only knows how much  of the damn thing was slowly being twisted
up, into his ass.

Shaun's mouth was distorted by him having a rather large butt plug  stuffed
in between his teeth; thus the reason for the moaning and groaning  instead of
hearing his screams and yells.

"He looks right at home,  don't ya think?" Zeb said half-heartedly. "The
boy is going to make a most  excellent hog boy and I'll thinking that I already
have somebody in mind that  would love, just love to take him off our hands
after we get him all cleaned up  and looking nice and pretty. Fuck, we won't
even have to train the shithead. If  I know Mr. Klark, he'll have this fucking
slave eating out assholes in less than  week. Old man Klark always did love a
boy who he could use as a shit  eater."

I was startled and bewildered by what I'd just heard.  Surely, Zeb wouldn't
ship Shaun off to somebody like that just so he could be  used as a human
toilet. Not Zeb, he couldn't.

Just then our two  slaves came out from the shower area and dropped to their
knees, and spread  their respective butt cheeks.  Zeb didn't hesitate one
second, before he  shoved his bare finger into Jordan's butt hole. No sooner than
he pulled it out  he said, "good job boy"; and the proceeded to put the same
finger into Jordan's  mouth. Zeb performed the same anal inspection with John
Henry before ordering  the two slaves back down to the house; giving them
explicit instructions on what  he wanted them to do downstairs, one of which was
to "remove everything in the  large room that made it look like a porn studio".

After the two  slaves scampered off, Zeb introduced me to Luke; who'd been
standing all this  time against the back wall of the cubicle like space. I
reached out my hand to  shake his; but instead his hand went right for my bound
balls, squeezing them  rather hard, which elicited a yelp from me.

"You'll have to get  used to Luke's ways Kevin. Sometimes he forgets who it
is that he is being  introduced to. He likes naked boys and their balls; and
since your's are so  inviting I'm sure that Luke didn't mean any disrespect.

"Shit  Luke", I said rather abusively. "The next time you do that, you might
find  yourself on the receiving end of something a lot worse".

Both Zeb  and Luke found my statement to somehow be funny; as the two of them
broke out in  a fit of laughter.

"Bro, just chill; you dumb son of a bitch", Zeb  said, still trying to
control his laughter. " Luke didn't mean anything by it.  He was just trying to
lighten up things around here. I done told you that these  overseers have some `
kinky' habits".

"Oh, okay", I half heartedly  replied. "Sorry about my outburst Luke".

Luke let go of my nuts,  and offered me his hand in the more `formal' way.
It was rather callous and  quite warm. His smile was brilliant, which offset
the rest of his dark skin and  rather well developed body. He looked to be
nearly the same age as Zeb, which  meant that he had a lot of fire in his loins and
probably was one of those horny  overseers that I'd heard so much about.

"Looks a bit like your  mom, don't he?" Luke said, turning to face Zeb.

"That's what  everybody says, but I don't see much of her in him, except for
maybe Kevin's  need for a real man, like my mom sees in my dad", exclaimed
my  brother.

The two men sorta chuckled before getting back down to  business.

Zeb moved over in front of Shaun, while Luke moved to  stand behind me.

"So I suppose you don't feel much like an overseer  right about now do ya
boy!" Zeb barked. "I've got major plans for your ass and I  don't think you're
going to like any of them very much; but I could care less  about your
feelings after the way you treated my brother. Payback is a  bitch!"

While Zeb continued to humiliate and belittle Shaun; Luke  had moved his hand
to my cock and balls once again, while his remaining hand had  found its way
down the back of my shorts; allowing his fingers to roam unabated  up and down
my butt crack, and teasing my pucker hole.

I began to  feel Luke's breath as his head got closer and closer to my ear;
finally he  whispered, softly "I'm going to like training you Kevin. You and
me are going to  be real good for each other and maybe, just maybe, I'll get
you to like it so  much that you'll want to be mine, forever."

I don't know if it was  the words or his hands, but my body shuddered as my
own sexual desires began to  once again rekindle. I began to find myself
becoming confused again, much like  the days past; but I didn't want to dwell on
things to much right then and  there. I just wanted to feel good about what was
happening to my body and to my  spirit. Surely, none of this could be the
remains of all or any of the drugs I  had been given over the past days, or could
it.

"Well it looks like  the hog boy is happy as a Lark", Zeb said turning his
attention towards myself  and Luke. "I don't suppose it will hurt him if he
stays like this until  tomorrow, do you? Of course we should keep screwing the
dildo up his ass until  he can take it all and by tomorrow he'll be begging to
be fucked by a real cock.  And, Kevin, if you're real good for the rest of the
day and night we might just  let you shave him and the four new boys in the
morning. You might even like  doing it and perhaps Luke might let you clean out
all these butts around here  to, if your good... that is."

I broke away from the light hold Luke  had on me, and replied "I'd like that
a bunch. It doesn't take a rocket  scientist to shave a slave and as you can
well see, I have felt the razor  myself, so maybe turn about is fair play".

Once again the two men  chuckled as Luke moved to grasp the end of my
catheter. "How long you going to  make Kevin here wear this plumbing?" he asked.

"I don't rightly  know", Zeb answered. "I suppose it depends on Kevin. I
think he likes having it  shoved up his boy dick, don't ya."

"It's okay, and I know what  you're trying to do. You're trying to get me
all confused.  Both of you. I  know damn well that dad has already told you
that I have promised him and mom to  do everything I can to make all of this work
and that I'd be polite to everybody  and not create a scene. So don't go
trying to put words in my mouth", I shouted  back to him.

"I wasn't trying to put words in your mouth bro. If  anything, I'd like to
put something else in it", Zeb laughed, followed by a grin  and giggle from
Luke.

"It ain't funny Zeb. Stop trying to be the  big boss around here. I'm part
owner of this place too, in case you already  forgot."

Zeb was always the one to have the last word in any  conversation as he said,
"Nobody said you weren't bro. It's just that you can't  go and get all
pissed off at the little things here. You have to learn to go  with the flow and
to learn from everything you see and hear. You've learned a  bunch already but
you can't go through life pissing off the hired help and  getting slaves to
hate you all the time. Just lighten up, will  ya."

I guess Zeb had a valid point, and I replied "Sorry Zeb, but I  just need a
rest or something. I've been on the go for days and days and my mind  is
starting to play games with me."

"Why the fuck didn't you say  something before now, Kevin. Shit! Let's get
the fuck outta here and go relax  down at the pool. Luke can join us later if
he wants to. That will give the two  of us time to discuss things and then you
and me and the overseers can have a  nice peaceful cookout and enjoy the quiet
night around here. They'll have the  slaves all secure for the night and then
the five of us can just  chill."

"Sounds like a plan Zeb, I'm up for the quiet and the  rest", I quickly
replied.

Luke went to crank the dildo up Shaun's  ass a little more as Zeb and me left
the processing barn; with Zeb's hand  holding onto my nuts, while I followed
ever so close. I could smell Zeb's man  scent and it was beginning to have a
strange effect on my brain, not to mention  my dick; which tried unsuccessfully
to rise to the occasion.

Half  way back to the house, Zeb stopped and turned to me, saying "You know
bro, I've  still got all my shit in the back of my truck. I've got just the
thing that will  get your balls to sit all nice and pretty on top of your dick.
That way they'll  be out of the way and you won't have to walk funny... that
is, if you still want  your balls all done up in steel bands. It might hurt for
a minute, at first, but  it sure will make you look a whole lot prettier, I
mean `nicer'."

I  didn't find what he said to have much, if any merit, so I kept my mouth
closed  and began walking towards the house again, without Zeb's hand on my
nuts.

By the time we had arrived at the pool, I turned back to Zeb  and said, "I
suppose if it's something you think will make me understand slavery  better,
then I'll let you do it to my balls, but only if you do  it."

Zeb remained silent, with only a slight smile on his face as  we approached
the pool; which by now looked so inviting.

"I don't  suppose my cuffs, and other things will be affected by the pool
water; do ya?" I  asked.

"Not at all, they're stainless steel so have at it bro", Zeb  chimed with a
hint of happiness in his voice.

As I eased myself  down the steps, feeling the warm, gentle water caress my
flesh; Zeb calmly said,  "Besides, you look beautiful with all that metal
adorning your body bro."

Zeb strode over to near where the bbq grill was and found a thick  pool float
and tossed it into the pool. "Here you go Kevin, climb on that and  get
yourself some sun on that body of yours. Your head needs a bit of browning  up."

I climbed on to the float and it felt great to just lay there  and feel the
sun beaming down on my body. The warm water and sun did miracles  for my tired
body and soul. I began to drift in and out of sleep, but I tried to  remain
aware of my surroundings and of Zeb's occasional words. It didn't last to
long, and I easily drifted off into a deep, dreaming sleep.

The  sounds of laughter, the stirring of the pool water and somebody's hands
on my  body; brought me to near full alertness pretty darn quick. My eyes no
longer  were being attacked by the afternoon sun, but they were slowly
adjusting to the  available light of an early dusk.

The laughter was coming from Luke  and the two other overseers, which I hadn'
t yet been introduced to. The pool  water washing against me was coming from
the antics of Zeb, as he so used to do  back home. The hands on my body were
coming from Jordan, who had leaned over the  edge of the pool, only for the
purpose of removing the plug in the end of my  catheter in order to swallow his
Master's piss. Little did anyone know, or have  the slightest inkling as to what
my dreams had been about, and I wasn't about to  tell anybody.

"Time to eat Kevin", Zeb quietly said. "Hope you're  hungry because our
house slave has worked his ass off to please the two of  us."

"Oh, um, yeah sure bro. I'm starving", I said as I still  worked to get my
mind back into the game.

"Here, drink some of  this, while your slave is draining your sweet nectar"
Zeb said, handing me the  all to familiar bottle with a penis nipple attached.

I looked at it  strangely, thinking that Zeb didn't want me taking anymore
damn drugs. "It's  safe Kevin. I filled it myself. I just thought that you'd
like to suck on  something before dinner and I didn't think you'd want to be
sucking a cock in  front of all the overseers; not yet anyways", Zeb said.

"Not funny  Zeb", in retorted.

"I'm just funning with you like the good  ol'days Kevin... lighten up for god'
s sake will ya", Zeb responded in his normal  tone of dominance.

While Jordan swallowed my piss, and I sucked on  the nipple, Zeb once again
began messing with my balls. "Yep, they'll look nice  and pretty all done up
on top. You'll love it once I've got them all in place",  Zeb said with a
smile.

All to soon, I heard Luke say "Fag boy is  ready to serve dinner, so let's
eat".

Jordan disconnected his mouth  from my cock and replaced the plug, while Zeb
began to lift the edge of the  float so that I more or less slid sideways into
the water. It still felt good  and warm to my flesh and I hesitated a moment
just to feel the refreshing water  before using the steps to exit the pool;
followed behind by Zeb, who was  bringing the float along with him.

It took less than two seconds  for me to notice that John Henry was on his
knees in front of one of the  overseers, sucking like a calf to its mommy; while
the other overseer was  plowing the slave's ass like a mule humping a donkey.

Nothing but a  fuck and suck fest had been taking place while I slept in the
pool. The house  slave apparently had been busy bringing the guys ample
bottles of beer; which  they preferred over the hard liquor. Hopefully none of them
were close to  getting themselves drunk; otherwise, this night might just turn
into a  nightmare.

"Fucking pussy slave sure has a tight hole for being a  slave for all this
time", the one overseer stated as I watched him drive his  cock into the slave'
s ass full speed; burying the shaft right down to the pubic  hairs.

"Kevin say hi to Randy there and that's Willard up front  there, getting his
crankshaft tuned up", Kevin said rather humorously. "And as  for your
fucking remark about a tight slave's ass, well, I'm here to tell you  that there ain
't going to be any `tight assed bitch' sharing my  bed."

All four of them laughed as if talking like that about slaves  was a normal
day to day thing; standard practice where they come  from.

Luke to a long, cold and hard look at me as I simply stood  there watching
everything transpire.

"Randy and Willard are the  overseers who will be in total charge of the
three adult barns and will be  teaching those lazy assed slaves the proper way to
be the very best that they  can be. Luke is going to work with the younger
ones and you, along with the pony  boy; just so that there's no confusion or
intermingling of the young versus the  older slave boys. Just mind what he says
and you'll learn more than Mr. Alderton  could ever teach ya. You're going to
make mom and dad very proud of you in no  time at all bro. And I'm going to be
right next to you most all of the time  anyway so's there's no confusion.
Hell, even Mr. Alderton will be surprised with  you in a couple of weeks. You
know Kev, that he worked with me for a month  before I took employment up north.
He knows a ton of stuff, but he's not much on  the notion of expanding a slave'
s threshold in order to fill the void left  behind by the standard run of the
mill slave. You and I are going to single  handedly renovate the entire slave
industry, you just wait and see bro. We have  a golden opportunity here and
we aren't going to fuck it up".

I  smiled at the three overseers and nodded my understanding to Zeb, as John
Henry  was finally being freed from two of the biggest white cocks I'd ever
seen in  ages.  John Henry remained firm, kneeling ever so diligently awaiting a
 command to do otherwise.


Zeb tossed the pool float down on the deck  just a few feet away from the
table. Jordan dropped to his knees and crawled  past me, moving towards John
Henry.

Jordan didn't need to be told  what was expected of him, as he moved in
between John Henry's legs and began to  lap at his friend's rectum. It was really
a turn on, watching such activity. I  wanted to partake in the action, but
knew that I would only fuel the fire  burning among the overseers who would jump
at the chance to use or abusive  `fresh meat'.

A wisp of air flowed quickly over my wet and dripping  body; which caused me
to shiver uncontrollable.  I felt my ringed nipples  reacting to my sudden
shaking, and it almost seemed as if my tits loved the  attention they were
getting from their large rings as they  shook.

My nuts wanted to hide deep up inside my body, to keep  themselves nice and
warm; while my cock would have, if it could, begun to  stiffen up. My eyes,
focused on my private parts, seemed to thrive on the view.  There for all to see,
without even the slightest bit of humiliation on my part,  was my cock. My
once proud cock that I jerked off several times a day; watching  my seed spray
where ever in the hell it wanted to.

Once again, my  perverted thought process was interrupted by the house slave
bringing out the  evening meal; which smelled delicious. I'm thinking that we
somehow `lucked out'  finding this slave amongst all the other slaves. It
would have been so easy for  every darn slave to say that they were a cook, but
somehow we ended up with a  `keeper'; much like JoJo and MoMo.

Zeb, Randy and Willard were the  first to sit down at the table which only
left room for one more person to sit  with them. I opted to eat while seated on
one of the loungers, thus allowing  Luke to join his friends, but he opted not
to.

I sat down and the  house slave brought over a plate which was filled with
some of everything he had  prepared. "What's your name boy?" I asked.

"Master, Sir, this  slave's name is Franklin, Master", replied the slave.

"Holy Shit",  I responded. "Please don't tell me that you just might be
related to anyone who  used to live here boy".

"Master, Sir, sorry Sir, but yes Master",  the house slave answered, trying
to keep his eyes fixed downward towards the  ground. "Master Frank, Doc's
lover, is my ... or was my Uncle,  Master."

"Zeb did you hear that shit", I hollered out. "We gotta  find another name
for this slave because Frank or Franklin just ain't going to  cut it around here
".

`Watch your mouth Kevin", Zeb barked. "Master  or not, you're not yet
experienced enough to exploit a slave by making fun of  his name or relatives".

I was stunned but for a moment, until I  recognized that I had been rather
rude and insensitive towards the slave. I had  promised to be kind and polite to
all free men, but perhaps since I was still  learning the `trade' I shouldn'
t be so abrasive towards any  man.

"Sorry Zeb, Sorry Franklin", I said most repentantly.

"Master Kevin, there's no reason to apologize to me a lowly slave  Sir",
Franklin said with a slight gleam in his eyes.

The house  slave simply backed away a few steps and turned to retrieve
another plate of  food, as Luke sat down on my lounger, facing me.

Now, with his own  plate piled high with delightful food, Luke took a small
handful of the food and  held it down and out so that Jordan could partake in
the small feast. I was  actually shocked to see Jordan lean down and nibble the
food right out of Luke's  hand. How on earth, and where, did Jordan learn to
eat like that? It was an  awesome thing to witness, as Luke used his free hand
to feed himself, paying  absolutely no attention to Jordan.

I felt sort of out of place  using a fork to eat my macaroni salad and slices
of chicken. I caught sight of  John Henry emulating the actions which Jordan
seemed to have resigned himself to  doing. The sight of two slaves eating from
the palms of free men was almost to  much for me to bear.

"In time Kevin, you'll see that a properly  trained slave will do anything
he has to, just to be able to eat a meal. Feeding  a slave this way, ensures
the Master that the slave totally understands his own  reliance on his master.
Besides, it's kinda nice having a slave eat this way. It  sorta makes me feel ...
 um... more in control than I normally am", Luke said as he  finished
swallowing a mouth full of food.

"One day, I'll get to the  same point in handling slaves Luke. I just have
to apply myself more and be more  diligent of things that slaves are required
or expected to do as part of their  day to day life." I said, with somewhat of
a remorseful tone in my  words.

Luke was just about to respond back when Zeb chimed in his  opinion, "One day
hell, bro; haven't you learned anything from dad in all these  years man.
Time is money, money is good, and I love money. This bro, is a lesson  in time...
real time... real fucking money time!"

"But Zeb, you  don"...  and before I could finish my own thoughts.. Zeb was
right back into  action.

"Our boys have had enough to eat for now. So we need to get  them busy", he
said with his overpowering baritone voice. "You two queers get  out to my
truck and unload everything. Take it all up to my room, EXCEPT for the  one
satchel marked `Testicle Adjustments'. I want that one down stairs in that  room
that was used as the former owners `treatment center'. And after you've
finished with that little bit of work, I'm sure that your other overseers have
things for you to do as well... so get the fuck to work and I don't want to see or
hear you until it's all done."

Luke, piped in quite rapidly saying,  "Sir, if you don't have any
objections; I'd rather to be sending this fag up to  the horse barn to check on the pony
slave. I'm not even sure that the slave has  had enough sense to eat
something for his supper, not that I give a shit, but I  don't want to seem to
overbearing around here on my first couple of  days."

"Quite true Luke... quite true", Zeb replied. "I'd all but  forgotten about
that poor animal up there all alone with his horses. Maybe he's  found
something like a big horse cock to fill his little tummy with. Best see to  it then
and perhaps later we'll all go up there and look for  ourselves."

After one or two sentences more from Zeb, the two  slaves exited rather
quickly, to each their own assignment, followed by Randy  and Willard.

"Do we have any liquor in the house?" Zeb asked the  house slave.

"Master, yes Master; some, but not a lot to select  from Master", the slave
replied.

"Jesus... just one more thing to add  to my ever growing list of things to get
and to do", Zeb said without much  expression.

I continued to eat for a minute more, until Luke moved  off of my lounger and
took a seat next to Zeb. Luke was whispering something to  Zeb, which by all
rights seemed to me; to be most impolite, seeing as how I too,  am part owner
of this place.

Zeb appeared to muster up a smile as  his head backed away from Luke's. The
two of them, had I not known better, just  might have had some secret affection
for one another; or something along those  lines anyway.

I needed something to wash down some of the  vegetables, and discovered that I
'd not required the house slave to bring me  anything. The only thing liquid
was the bottle that I'd had from earlier in the  pool; so I took it and sucked
on the cock shaped nipple, flooding my mouth and  throat with the now warm
liquid which had somehow lost its flavor, leaving me  with a slight bitter taste
on my tongue. I would have been better off waiting a  minute and asking the
slave for something cold to drink.

I sat  there, thinking of what Luke and Zeb had both said to me and it seemed
to make a  lot of sense. I sure as heck didn't have near the experience in
dealing with  slaves except for fucking them or sucking their dicks. LOL... that'
s not such a  bad way to start off my learning is it?

Just thinking about having  sex, began to put heat into my loins. My nuts
seemed to respond first as they  tightened even further within their strict
confinement.  Looking at my  cock, left me somewhat amiss; just seeing the catheter
and huge steel ring,  which for all intent and purpose has left it nothing
more than an instrument  with which one has total control over me.

I finished my drink and  set the bottle on my empty plate and I didn't even
have to ask the house slave  to take it away. He was there in a flash, to take
it and he even asked if there  `was anything else Master'. Little did the
slave know, but the only thing I  wanted right now, this very minute was to be
touching and sucking on his cock.  His tiny piece of cloth, covering his
package, still allowed me to see more than  most coverings of that type usually did.
He really is a hottie. Much older than  myself, maybe by ten years, but oh my
goodness; he looked much more like a Greek  god, than a slave.

My eyes followed him all the way back to the  point where he disappeared into
the kitchen. At that point, my gaze returned to  Zeb and Luke; who were now
fixing their eyes on me.

Luke had just  started to move one of his hands to his crotch, while his
other hand moved  towards a bowl on the table. I watched, mostly at his crotch, as
Luke simply  began to rub his manhood, which lay so dominantly displayed
beneath his jeans. I  would have thought that either one of them would have begun
speaking, but that  wasn't the case. Zeb simply continued to sit there
switching his glance between  me and Luke. It was easy to see that Zeb's eye' were
cast downward towards  Luke's crotch than at Luke's face. I could only assume,
that had I not been  there, that the two of them might, just maybe, share
themselves with each  other.

"Kevin, come over here and join us", Zeb said, in a voice  that was almost
seductive.

Luke smiled.

To Be  Continued...

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