Date: Sun, 19 Aug 2007 16:55:23 EDT
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: a lesson in time part 48

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A Lesson In  Time, Chapter Forty Eight


As I began to raise myself from  the lounge chair, my head felt light and my
knees seemed as if they were made of  rubber. My entire body swayed back and
forth, while I tried to maintain perfect  eye contact with Zeb and Luke.

"What's the problem Kev?" Zeb asked  with a rather humorous tone in his
voice. "You're acting like you have just tied  one on and can't keep your balance.
"

"No nothing like that bro", I  replied. "I just must have gotten up to fast
or something and the blood ain't  flowing as fast as my brain is working."

Luke chuckled, saying,  "Looks to me Master Kevin that you are in need of a
chair before you fall flat  on your face".

I was able to walk towards the two handsome men, as  I focused on the vacant
chair which was now placed between the two of them. Luke  rose to help me get
situated, and I was very polite in my words to him for the  help.

As I continued to observe my immediate surroundings, Luke  stuck two of his
fingers back into the bowl of macaroni salad and scooped some  out and simply
ate it as if it was the polite thing to be doing. The look on his  face was one
of, for a lack of better words, a `sinister  glee'.

Just behind Zeb was a much smaller outdoor table, but; it  appeared to be the
gathering place for what I took to be some of my former  bondage items plus
some that I didn't recognize. Just why those things were  sitting there, in
such an orderly fashion I hadn't the foggiest idea, but I knew  that Zeb was
going to tell me sooner or later; he never let anything fester, so  why would I
expect to learn he's changed.

On the main table were  several thick file folders, two of which seemed to be
overflowing with printed  material.

Franklin came out with two beers and another one of those damn plastic
bottles with a cock shaped nipple on it. I was beginning to get one of
those... `Opps, not again' feelings in the pit of my stomach.

Zeb began speaking as he hefted the top folder down right  in front of him,
while he took a health swig of beer. "Well Kevin, I'm glad that  the two of us
have had some quality time together today. I was quite uncertain  as to how
the two of us would gel, considering that we were never really that  close with
one another the last two years that I lived at  home."

"Yeah, it was more like you were the `big prick brother'  that every kid
hates to have as a sterling example of manhood", I said as I  discovered that a
few of my words sounded as if they were  slurred.

"Fuck Kevin, did you really feel that way about me. I had  no fucking idea
that I was acting that badly towards you and Carol. I don't know  what to say. I
don't really have any excuse for my bad behavior, other than my  mind was on
the subject of long term employment and girls; if ya know what I  mean."

"Well most of the time we did, but there were always those  times around the
holidays that I put aside my feelings towards you, just to keep  peace and
harmony in the family. We all know how mom gets when she gets upset if  things don
't go her way", I said with a fading sense of  confidence.

"You feeling any better Master Kevin?" Luke posed the  question in what
sounded like a sincere and concerned tone of  voice.

"I'm just happy to be sitting and not laying on the darn  ground", I said
laughingly.

"Kevin, the water bottle you drank in  the pool... well... I sorta, kinda, had a
mild sedative in it, just to keep the edge  off of any feeling you were
having towards me and my friends. Sorry if I mixed  it a bit to strong, but I'm
only human and prone, like you, to make mistakes  from time to time", Zeb said in
that all to familiar authoritative tone of voice  that I remember ever so
well.

"Fuck me, Zeb! What the heck you do  that for. I wasn't being hostile to you
or anybody else ever since I've been an  intern with dad's company. All I've
ever done is to open my mind to the world of  slavery in order to make me a
better owner, or Master", I said rather  unexpectedly. I was sure that Zeb hadn'
t expected me to sound so defensive  towards his verbal assault.

"Easy bro", he quickly responded. "Here  take these to pills and that should
take the edge off of what ails  you".

Zeb pulled a small, really small white envelope from his  shirt pocket and
passed it to me. I opened it up rather slowly, thinking that  Zeb was pulling
some type of joke on me.

It was no joke, indeed two  small lavender pills came sliding out of the
envelope into the palm of my hand.  "Damn things sure are small. You sure that
these are safe and all for me to be  taking?" I asked.

"Just swallow the fucking things Kevin. They  ain't gonna kill ya", Zeb said
in a much higher tone of voice than  usual.

Luke took one of his hands and laid it on my bare shoulder.  It felt warm and
soothing to the touch. I was almost certain that he and I would  become more
than just employer/employee in the weeks and months ahead.

I swallowed the two darn pills without having to swig any of the  contents of
the bottle; while Zeb flipped through several pages of paper until  he found
the one (s) he was looking for.

Luke's hand left my  shoulder and began a slow and rather sensuous journey
down the exposed flesh on  my back.

"Where did you guys put my shirt and shorts Zeb?" I asked  with concern.

Zeb didn't even bother to answer my question. Instead  he simply started a
whole new conversation unrelated to the one in reference my  clothing.

"Dad and mom left us a stack of paperwork Kevin. Some of  it is really
important stuff and the rest of it we can take day by day or when  time allows. It
seems that this whole thing with Doc and Frank was orchestrated  very well with
the judge in charge of those two fucking idiots.  Not only  did dad get this
place dirt cheap, the judge froze the two turds assets and  awarded them to
mom and dad. Then they turned around and had their attorneys  draw up papers,
making the money they got turn in to a loan to you and me. It's  going to be
really hard to make payments on this loan but if you and me put our  hearts and
soul into this venture, the payments will be a piece of cake to make  on time.
All we gotta do is sign them and have Luke, here, sign the papers as  our
witness; take them to town and send them to mom and dad... done deal... this  place
is ours and in time we have to cut Carol in on a small portion of it all  too.
I think that is only fair don't you." Zeb said as if I didn't have a choice
in the matter.

"But heck Zeb, this whole thing started because of  me and the way those men
used me unknowingly and unwillingly. Mostly because of  all those damn drugs
they made me swallow. I should be getting more money than  anybody if you ask me
", I said rather sullenly.

"True bro, but it  is also you who allowed yourself to be force milked up at
Windy Hills Farm and  dad and mom told me that you really hauled in a rather
huge chunk of dough. Tell  me the truth Kevin, did you enjoy all of that shit
that you allowed to happen to  you?"

"Zeb why do you always have to lay the blame on me for  everything. I did
that shit because dad and mom said the it would be a good  financial beginning
for me and besides, at first I didn't mind it, until the  kinky shit started",
I said even tempered, although I wanted to put my fist down  Zeb's throat.

"Easy big fella, easy", Zeb said. "I was just  checking to see if you've
calmed down any. I guess the pills haven't begun to  work yet."

"Screw the pills", I yelled at him.

"Kevin  you gotta remember, that I'm not the fag in the family... you are and
I don't know  that much about what experience you've had with other men;
other, that is except  for what I've read and that which was put on video. Don't
tell me that you  didn't like all that kinky shit".

"Darn it all Zeb, why do you have  to make such a big thing out of me being
gay? I shouldn't think that I would  talk down to you, if it was you who was
the gay boy in the family", I said with  a healthy dose of humility.

Zeb remained silent as he hustled a few  sheet of paper in front of me to
sign them.  I looked at him with a sense  that I could, I had to trust his
judgment in things like this. I signed the  three papers and pushed them towards
Luke for his signature.

"Now  then Kevin, this next paper is one that you'll have to sign also. It
basically  gives me `power of attorney' over your finances and your whole
being should at  any time you become incapacitated for any length of time. I don't
think that  such a time will come, but it is always best to have such things
all taken care  of way in advance. I have listed Luke and you as my people to
take care of my  affairs should something happen to me too. It's no big deal
ya know", Zeb  said.

I didn't even bother to read the paper... I just signed it and  once again,
Luke signed it as being the witness.

"The next thing I  want to talk about Kevin is all those cases of bottled
drugs that Doc had kept  in the basement. Dad's people have taken some back to
the corporate offices for  analysis and after they can conclude it's actual
content and purpose... you and I  just might consider marketing it to other people.
We could even get some factory  to manufacture it for us. I bet that if it is
any thing like I think it is... you  and me will be able to really, REALLY, rake
in some serious  money."

"You really think this shit is any good. You honestly think  that people
would buy this stuff for their slaves to drink?" I asked in  earnest.

"Hell Kevin, it's just not a slave thing. Normal people  can use it to have
a little fun every now and then too. Can't you just see dad  slipping some
into one of mom's late night drinks. On second thought... let's not  think about
those two", Kevin said almost laughing.

"Sure is a  beautiful sunset coming on", Luke said to the two of us. Zeb and
I craned our  necks to see just a small fraction of the beauty of the sunset;
as Luke simply  turned his own chair around, enabling him to see the sunset
head on. Zeb and I  followed suit, and now all three of us were sitting with
our backs to the table,  the papers, the other table with all it's contents.

Several minutes  passed in silence as we all seemed to be lavishing in the
beauty of Mother  Nature. In a tone of voice that could have melted an iceberg,
Luke calmly asked  me what it was like having Zeb's cock in my mouth earlier
in the day, swallowing  my own brother's piss.

It took me a moment to think of what Luke  had just said, and I didn't have
an honest answer except to tell him, "Well  Luke, if I did such a thing, it
surely was done under the influence of those  drugs, as I don't remember ever
doing such an act."

Zeb spoke up,  recounting just about everything in the smallest of detail. I
was shocked and  embarrassed that Zeb would have even thought to use me in
such a way without me  totally in control of my faculties. I struggled to keep
the tears from showing,  but I knew that now Luke had already formed his own
opinion of the former  situation between Zeb and myself.

Zeb, decided that it seemed the  proper time to broach the next item on his
agenda. "You know Kevin, all those  drugs they fed you were all caught on
video. The only thing about all of the  drugs is that they failed to properly test
them in such a way as to get a proper  perspective and evaluation on their
effect. Apparently, you and you alone were  the first and only one that they used
to test their products.'

"You  mean that I was their guinea pig?" I asked in horror.

"Well, that's  one way to put it Kevin", Zeb replied. "But you know what
you said to mom and  dad about doing whatever it took to get a better
understanding and knowledge of  slaves and the slave business. Well, in a way Doc was
allowing you to experience  things that you probably only dreamed about over the
years. The thing is Kevin,  that if it had been me... I would have kept
administering only one drug at a time...  say over a weeks time and paying close
attention to things like your mood,  temperament, attentiveness, and the way you
behaved; especially if it was to the  point of giving you a command or an order."

"What do you mean Zeb,  by a whole week. Shit.. there must be at least six or
seven different colored  bottles downstairs. That would take over a month,
the way you're explaining  it."

"To be more exact Kevin, dad's employees have found nine  different
combinations of drugs that Doc had developed. If the guys don't find  the proper drug
combinations, all of our, my, dreams and desires just might go  right down the
shitter", Zeb said rather calmly.

"NINE", I  exploded. "Nine fucking different drugs. That man was a nut case"
, I said, still  mesmerized by the sheer facts.

"Easy Kevin, nothing to worry about  bro. The thing is though; if you and I
want to make big bucks... we really need to  study the effects of each of the
different drug combinations. I was thinking  that we could use Shaun and maybe
even a couple of the new kids to test them out  on. Not that I wouldn't value
your own input, but I could never ask you to  subject yourself to nine weeks of
being doped up and all. I know that Ms.  Mudfart has you sending her emails on
your experiences and all, but by now you  must be a few days behind already.
It just wouldn't be fair. We'll just have to  do the tests and rely upon our
own evaluations and observations. We sure as hell  can't expect a slave to tell
us the truth. After all, they don't have a stake in  this, now do they."

It almost seemed as if Zeb was quickly becoming  depressed over the thought
of using slaves to test the new drugs. I almost felt  sorry for him, as he went
totally silent.

"Sure is a great  way to spend our first day together Zeb. It kinda reminds
me of when we were  little kids and shared all of our thoughts and deeds. Times
sure have changed  the two of us, haven't they" I said out of respect for Zeb'
s deep feelings of  sadness.

"Yep", Luke chimed in, "We never saw sunsets like this in  South Dakota. All
we saw were naked slaves butts and cocks and listened to the  sounds of the
pussy slaves getting poked up their cunt every night. This sure is  going to be
a major improvement over the old days, that's for  sure."

I felt a rush of melancholy flow over me and I wondered if  it was from the
two pills I had swallowed. I was losing my edge, so to speak. I  couldn't
muster up anything to say that would eventually spark a rapid response  from Zeb.

I wondered where Franklin was, as my throat was a bit  parched from not
having even one sip of beer. I didn't even see him through the  kitchen window, so
he must have been busy in another part of our house.

"Sure wished I had a beer", I said, trying like hell to get  another
conversation started.

"No more beer for us tonight Master  Kevin", Luke said sadly. "I'll be happy
to go in and get you one, if you'd  like."

"That's okay, I'll survive without it", I said respectfully,  knowing that
in reality Luke was also MY employee as much as he was  Zeb's.

Luke's hand began to feel good on my leg as he slowly  dragged it back and
forth from my knee to my thigh.

Rather  jokingly Zeb said, "Well you can always unplug your piss tube and
swallow some  wholesome nectar if you're that thirsty".

"I'll pass, thank you" I  replied.

Luke's hand began to feel as if he was putting more  pressure on my flesh as
he even began to go a little higher up my leg towards my  exposed dick and
bound balls.

My impaled cock seemed as if it  wanted to erect and absorb the attention
Luke was stirring in my  loins.

"I don't suppose you remember which drugs you had and what  happened to you,
do you?", Zeb asked out of the clear blue sky. "It's just that  it might help
to determine which of them we'll dispense first. I mean, like do  you know
what color the bottle was, the one you had right before your `no so  little'
performance up in the horse barn. I don't think you know what color the  bottle
was today that Jordan made you swallow either."

"Well, I  don't remember the exact colors but I sure remember a lot of the
inner feelings  and some of the things that the men and drugs made me do", I
said rather  soberly. "Most of all, everyone of them seemed to have a calming
effect and also  they all made me very pliable to suggestions from others. If it
hadn't been for  the videos I probably wouldn't have remembered what it was
that I did exactly  with each of the different drugs. They came fast and often
these last few days,  so I'm sure that we couldn't combine the effects of the
drugs with the color  coded bottles. Or at least not just yet. I'm sorry if I
can't be of much help  right now, but I'll try to remember things more clearly
in the future  Zeb".

Luke's hand was now fondling my bound balls and my cock was  straining to
respond. It was almost as if my cock wanted to harden but for some  unexplained
reason it could only muster up enough blood to torment  me.

"Kevin I'm sorry if I took advantage of you this afternoon. I  had no right
to make you swallow my piss, let alone have my cock in your mouth",  Zeb said,
sounding like he was almost in tears.

Franklin returned  and started to clear the table, but Luke gave him a small
reprimand for it and  told him to hold off for a little while. Franklin
answered in the most proper of  ways, bowed his head and moved away... backwards for
three paces before turning  around to face the house and took his leave.

Zeb continued  explaining all of the things that he and I had to look forward
to, along with  all of the arduous tasks that lay ahead. He brought up things
like Tyler  arriving tomorrow afternoon, Mr. Alderton returning sometime
after breakfast,  the busy schedule of processing the four newly indentured teens
and Shaun. He  labored on and on about the coming Monday and the installation
of the SIMS  machine. I tried my best to assure him that since I had been
processed through  the machine, that I might be the most logical one to be the
first to be run  through its initial setup and that would give us a comparative
look at my  original results as compared to now; sort of like having a `base
line' standard  with which to make adjustments and fine tune the machine. Zeb
seemed more than  pleased that I offered to avail myself for the betterment of
Willow Knolls. Luke  smiled at my words as his hand began to gently knead my
bound balls, causing me  to feel my heart race.

I began to wonder the whereabouts of Jordan  and John Henry; and was just
about to say something about their `vanishing act'  but Zeb began his laborious
monolog about our futures. I almost asked him if we  could continue this in
the morning, but decided to just let Zeb talk, as if it  would have made a
difference or not.

It was nice, however, when Zeb  felt the compulsion to lay his hand on my
other leg while he spoke. I was  beginning to feel as if he and Luke really did
care about me and that they both  wanted me to succeed in business; like mom
and dad had hoped for as  well.

I remained silent, but not still, as I twisted my torso just  enough so that
I could reach back to the table and picked up the bottle that I  knew held the
drug laced liquid. I wanted to say something to Zeb, but I thought  that if I
just acted on my instincts and desires to be of use to Willow Knolls  it
would show Zeb that my actions spoke louder than my words. I knew, or at  least I
hoped I knew, that this sort of action taken freely by me would somehow  prove
to, and show, my desire to make our business the best of the  best.

It was a light red bottle that I grasped. I tried like hell  to recall just
what this particular bottle would do to me, let alone knowing  that my first
swallow of it would mean a whole week of being under the influence  of the
drugs. I didn't care, mainly because I could feel, sense and understand  Zeb's
total commitment to making the business a success.

Zeb and  Luke seemed rather `casual' in their facial expressions as they
both watched me  suckle the bottle. Both men seemed to have heightened their own
urges as their  hands seemed to take on more and more of my exposed flesh.

Without  missing a word, Zeb kept right on talking as if I'd simply been
sitting there  motionless. I began to see most all of what Zeb was saying as the
only way to do  things. It was reassuring to hear him say `no matter what,
Jordan will be by  your side the whole time. He will only have you to tend to and
nothing else'.

I don't know how Jordan's name came up in the conversation at all,  but it
was nice to know that I still had my own personal slave. I don't think  that I
could ever go through life again, without having a slave. Let's face  facts here
... sex, sex and more sex just for starters, ain't such a bad thing to  look
forward to whenever a free man had the `urge'.

Zeb stopped his  dialogue the moment Franklin appeared again; this time,
carrying three small,  thick, foam pads. Franklin began to immediately place one
pad between the feet  of us three men; which elicited a comment from Luke.

"Boy, pray  tell what the fuck are you doing and just what the fuck are these
pads  for?"

Taken back just a bit, Franklin replied most humbly. "Sir,  I've heard from
others that when Masters Frank and Doc sat outside after supper  that he
insisted on having these pads placed between their feet to somewhat make  it more
comfortable on the knees of slaves' Jordan and John Henry,  Sir."

Zeb and Luke started to laugh uncontrollably. I thought it  was rather cute
and interesting that someone like Doc would have even considered  the comfort
of a lowly slave while the slave knelt between a master's legs. It  was
obvious, without a doubt, that the two former owners enjoyed controlling a  slave who
was kneeling between their legs, most likely while they perform oral
copulation.

"Well, just leave the pads and be off!" Zeb barked,  without even looking up
towards Franklin.

I watched as Luke once  more placed his hand into one of the food bowls as if
he was simply playing with  the leftover food. I had just finished sucking
the bottle of liquid totally  empty and tossed the container onto the table.

Listening to Zeb was  starting to bore me, even if what he was saying was
most important. I just  couldn't seem to concentrate any longer on what he was
saying, and I'm fairly  sure that Luke had long since given up on listening.

As Zeb bored  us even more with items of lesser importance, my mind began to
wander. I thought  again of the great sex I'd had over the last few weeks and
I even managed to  think about the not so great times as well. The great times
far outweighed the  bad.

As Zeb zeroed in on talking about tomorrow and the arrival of  Tyler, I don't
know what on earth came over me.

I slid from my  chair and found myself comfortably at ease with just kneeling
in front of Luke,  in between his legs. I could smell the essence of a real
man sitting ahead of  me, and it was more intoxicating than most anything else.

I so  much wanted to see, smell, touch and yes... even suck this man's cock
that I would  have probably done just about anything in order to achieve my
wants and  desires.

Like a proper boy, I placed my hands on the small of my  back and kept my
head bowed ever so slightly. I could see his free hand reach  over and tap Zeb on
the shoulder; as the two men fell silent. Luke's other hand  came forward
with a huge mound of food in the palm. It looked to be a weird  mixture of
several items from the table. I knew what he was expecting to see,  and figured that
perhaps, just maybe... if I acted like a proper slave and ate  from his hand,
that I'd get a chance to pleasure him in a way that I was  learning ever so
quickly to be good at.

I finished eating the food  and proceeded to lick his hand and suck his
fingers clean. I was amazed that  Luke produced yet another hand full of food; this
time simply to show it to me,  before he flopped the food down on to the
ground.

It took a brief  moment before realizing that Luke, expecting me to follow
protocol, wanted me to  bend down and eat it from the ground. I was smart
enough, with all I'd seen and  heard, not to question a Master, nor an overseer. I
adjusted my stance and bent  forward so that I could once again eat food that
was so graciously given to  me.

The only thing left to do after eating, was to thank Luke.  "Sir, thank you
Sir for the wonderful food which Sir has provided this slave  Sir".

Luke and Zeb started to laugh aloud and oddly enough... so did  I.

"What the fuck!" exclaimed my brother. "Just when I thought I'd  seen all
that you were capable of doing, you further surprise me by showing me  just how
much you enjoy the role playing".

I didn't get a chance to  respond to Zeb's comment before Luke chimed in his
two cents worth. "I had a  sneaky suspicion that Kevin was liking his new life
a little to much; and this  just about tells me all that I need to know. I'm
sure that some of the shit he  just drank had something to do with it all, but
if I was a betting man, I'd say  that there is more to Master Kevin than
meets the eye."

Zeb moved  from his chair and came to kneel alongside of me. He began
whispering in my ear;  so softly that not even Luke could hear his words. "Kevin are
you doing this  because you want to or is it because of the liquid you just
drank. I know at  I'll support you one hundred percent, either way, but you just
have to tell me  what it is that you want. You and I have a great thing going
here now and it can  only get better with time. You have the potential to
make the two of us a ton of  money and I think you already knew that much. You
think about what I'm saying to  you and sometime tomorrow or the next day you
and I will have a heart to heart  talk about this... just you and me... brother to
brother. We'll put everything out  in the open and deal with things the way
that the cards fall."

I  don't know what was happening to me. I can't remember feeling like I was;
and I  didn't remember ever drinking liquid from this colored bottle. I was
feeling  quite melancholy and reserved in my personal thinking. However, I was
feeling  rather anxious for something to happen. I sorta hoped that Zeb would
have taken  a more dominant position and had me do something nice, like suck
his  cock.

Zeb reached up with his hand, turning my face to meet his and  said "Whatever
you, we, decide Kevin, you will always have a slave to tend to  your needs.
You've got Jordan for as long as you want him and as long as he  meets your
needs, wants and desires. Nothing will ever allow me to remove a  slave from your
own personal service. If you can't make a decision for any  reason, I'm here
for you and I'll have your slave take extra good care of  you."

I felt a soft flow of warmth fall over my body as my heart  and soul absorbed
every word that Zeb was saying. How could I not continue to do  as I had
promised mom and dad? I just had to keep on trying my level best to  please every
free man so that my learning experience would grow and prosper. I  could
already see, and tell, just how valuable my experience was going to mean  to Zeb
and me.

"I'm not one to break up two brothers who love each  other", Luke injected
into the conversation; "but might I suggest that Kevin and  myself spend most
of the daylight hours together. I've got the experience to  work with Kevin and
probably the one with the most time available. Randy and  Willard will have
their hands full eighteen hours a day with all of their duties  and I just have
the processing center and the pony slave to contend with so far.  I'm sure
that Kevin wouldn't mind learning more about slavery from me. I could  actually
show him things, like... well... for instance... what it's really like to be  a
pony slave or pony boy and just maybe Kevin might be interested to see how we
transform a `normal' male into a total `pigslave'."

"You mean a  `Hog Boy', don't you Luke?" I asked.

"Well yes, in most cases,  Kevin. But sometimes some folks think of a
pigslave as `The total package". Most  pigslaves learn to accept anything that they
are taught", Luke  replied.

"You know Kevin, Luke has a valid point. With everything I  have to do the
next few days, it just might be better if you tagged along with  Luke. I haven't
even seen the whole place yet and I haven't personally inspected  all of our
slaves. I want to be available to Tyler tomorrow when he arrives and  I need
to make myself available for Mr. Alderton as well. Monday the new doctor  comes
to pay us a visit, along with the new SIMS machine and the best part will  be
on Monday when we meet Shaun's sister. Oh... I  forgot ... you have already  met
her back at the corporate offices. It going to be fun Monday, seeing her
arrested right here where her own fucking brother was just enslaved. If Mr.
Alderton was successful, the bitch will be sentenced to a life term stemming  from
her extortion, fraud and embezzlement. I'm praying that the judge sends the
bitch down to Austin Texas. Those guys don't fuck around when it comes to
transforming somebody like her into a totally sex crazed slave. She'll be under
a horse in a weeks time, and that's just for starters", Zeb said as he and
Luke  burst out into an uncontrollable fit of laughter.

Zeb reached in  with his head, and his lips made contact with my forehead. "I
love you little  brother", he said in a most sincere voice.

His kiss felt wonderful.  He'd never shown or even told me all those years
that he loved me. How could I  have been such a dick head towards him all that
time? "I love you too", I  replied.

Zeb's thumbs traced over my lips ever so gently as he  said, "maybe tonight
you and I can spend some quality time alone, just the two  of us".

As he smiled, I smiled.

The back door somehow  slammed, indicating that more than likely Franklin was
once more in our midst. I  was surprised to hear Zeb speak and to whom.

"Jordan, if I ever,  EVER, find out that you've been disrespectful towards
Master Kevin I'll  personally peel the skin right off of your worthless body and
then I'm going to  cut your fucking nuts off and shove' um down your goddamn
 throat."

"Master, yes Master" came the lightening response from  Jordan.

"Very well, then.. John Henry come with me. I've got some  chores for you to
do downstairs and you need to get them done before the clock  strikes nine",
Zeb more or less blurted out. "Jordan will remain here with his  Master and Sir
Luke and do whatever is required to keep Master Kevin  happy."

One final kiss on the bare skin atop my head and Zeb and  his slave were
heading towards the house.

`We'll catch up to you in  an hour or so", Luke said, calling after Zeb.
My eyes caught Franklin  removing the last of the things from the table, as
Jordan remained at the proper  `slave rest' stance.

"If it's okay with Master Kevin, I want you to  bring that small table and
all of its contents over here, boi", Luke said in  something other than his
usual tone of voice.

"Sir, yes Sir" Jordan  said as he made haste to follow Luke's command.

Luke took his hands  and pulled my head into his crotch. "Master Kevin wants
this. Master Kevin needs  this, don't you? Master Kevin needs to feel the love
that only a real master can  give his slave, don't you? Master Kevin needs,
wants and desires to feel what it  is really, REALLY, like to be a slave... and
beyond that which he thinks he knows  about", Luke said as if talking to me as
if he was `MY' master.

Luke's scent was undeniably overpowering to say the least as he  continued
speaking to me.

"Centuries ago, the white man used my  ancestors as their own slaves. They
fucked the girls and bred offspring that  suffered unmentionable pain. My
ancestors could do nothing, then, about their  own humiliations and degradations,
but now Master Kevin, the proverbial shoe is  on the other foot. You'd be
surprised just how tough I made it for all those  innocent looking white boys up
north. Them fucking cowboys had no idea just how  hard or tough having me as
their overseer was ... until they were allowed to get  up close and real fucking
personal with me."

I suppose that I could  have taken his words as threatening, but I didn't. I
took his words to be those  coming from a man that has deep roots in his own
culture and strived to survive  in a world full of hate and racist slurs. I
would do anything and everything to  show Luke how much I cared for him. He
seemed to be a most wonderful person, so  far.


To Be Continued...

Authors Note:  Apparently some of you readers inquired in a yahoo group as to
the timeliness of  my posting of chapters... why didn't you simply send me
the email instead of  complaining in a group.  Also, any emails sent to me,
through yahoo, are  not read but are simply deleted... for 48 chapters, I've
provided the proper  address to correspond with me over and over again at the
bottom of each  chapter... thanks... billy

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