Date: Sun, 16 Sep 2007 14:36:08 EDT
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: a lesson in time part 49

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A Lesson In Time, Chapter Forty  Nine


Preface: Like most of our stories, this one too, most likely  will have a
happy ending to it, but one never knows (me so bad). Kevin perhaps  is living a
dream of sorts. Maybe all those years of hiding his homosexuality  and having
to live in a world of slavery has weighed heavy on his mind. Perhaps  Kevin
really does enjoy what his experiences have been thus far and wants to  dive
deeper into that particular world which he only saw from one perspective  while
growing up and jerking off to those thoughts that most males seem to  divert to
during the one handed sessions. How can anyone fault our Kevin for  seeking a
sort of personal fulfillment? I'd like to say that most males have no  real
clue as to what a modern day slave boi goes through on a day to day basis.  I
for one, have many, many, answers to some of those questions but I'm forbidden
to speak of them. Perhaps, just sorta kinda maybe, some of what I write about
is  but a glimpse into my own world; but you'll just have to ponder that on
your  own.  Okie, Doekie... on with the story....


I could hear  Jordan setting the table down next to Luke. I could also hear
other voices  coming from behind. The two voices were laughing and they
seemingly were in good  spirits.  It took only a moment to recognize the two voices
as those  belonging to Randy and Willard.

"I knew that you needed this Master  Kevin", said Luke in a soft voice
directly into my ear. "You had plenty of time  to ask Zeb to take your collar and
steel cuffs off of you, but you didn't. I  guess you must either be needing the
control that they give or else you simply  are stating your desire to live
the life of a slave for awhile  longer."

"Looks like we're just in time for something good. What  the heck is this
all about?" asked Randy.

Luke spent little time in  explaining the situation and it seemed okay the
way he said it and even more  important ... what he said. I didn't make me out to
be some kind of sicko pervert  or anything like it. That was really nice of
him.

My face was  pushed away from his crotch and I gazed up into his steel blue
eyes. They could  melt an iceberg.

"Will, Zeb wants all of Master Kevin's days and  situation taped so he and
Master Kevin can review them for future investments.  So why don't you, for
now, be the one running the video camera; I'm sure that  Master Kevin doesn't
mind", Luke said in his standard seniority  voice.

I could instantly tell that Willard had taken the camera  from the table. As
soon as he was all sent to begin filming, Luke also began his  work.

"Randy let's go ahead and get Master Kevin into his paw  coverings. It will
help him to understand that the coverings are for his  protection", Luke said
with what I took to be a bit of smirky  attitude.

Randy stood behind me and lifted first my right foot and  then my left. The
coverings felt much different than the ones I'd had on my  hands before.

"They look mighty nice Luke, even if I say so  myself", Randy said with a
comical giggle added at the end of his sentence. "You  want the knee pads next?"

"No, we'll wait until Master Kevin is  lying down and then we can just slide
them up his legs for him. They'll help  keep his knees from getting all
skinned up", came Luke's reply.

I  saw Luke reach over to the table and pick up something that I'd never seen
 before. "I want you to see this and everything Master Kevin. This thing will
be  going into your mouth. And, when it's in, I'm going to inflate it so
that you  can't spit it out nor will you be afraid of swallowing it. I'm going
to be  hooking your piss tube to this and that you you'll never be thirsty. We
can even  feed you through this thing if what we give you to eat is soft...
something along  the lines of watered down canned dog food would fit through the
opening if  someone was to take the time to fix it for you. But before we get
that far I  need to get you better prepared".

I began to feel much better now  that Luke was explaining everything to me in
such a way as I could understand  the whole process. I knew he or none of the
others would have taken the time to  explain each step if I were nothing more
than a new slave. I was, and still am  Master Kevin to everyone here.

"Okay guys, let's get Master Kevin  down on all fours for this next part.
Boi, take that pan and put it under Master  Kevin's asshole after he's down on
all fours", Luke commanded.

I  felt a tug on my collar, apparently by someone inserting a finger in one
of the  many rings that were welded on it. I moved back, and was turned
sideways to  Luke.

Jordan placed a red plastic pan between my legs and moved  away. Luke slid
off of his chair and came down to my level; where he showed me  something that
looked a lot like an elongated capsule.

"This,  Master Kevin is a little jewel we used up north. You'll see how
effective it is  when it comes to cleaning out a slaves ass when you're in a
hurry. I'm going to  shove it up your butt hole and in a few minutes your insides
will start to spasm  violently. Then you're going to shit your guts out for a
few minutes until  nothing but ass slime drips out. Your brother thought you
just might enjoy the  feeling of getting a dose of good old fashion slave
handling.  Zeb always  did have a flair towards the dramatic side to his job."

Before I  could even object, Randy and Willard had their hands on my back and
shoulders as  Luke maneuvered himself behind me.

"Damn, Master Kevin, looks like  your ass has seen a bit of action recently.
You sure must have been ridden a lot  in the last day or two", Luke said as he
pushed the capsule into my ass followed  by one hell of a big finger.

"There now, we'll just wait for a few  minutes and watch as you get cleaned
out", Luke commented.

Randy  chimed in his two cents worth saying  "Not to worry Master Kevin, we'
ve  done this a thousand times at least. No need to feel embarrassed about it.
We've  all seen naked boys and for sure we've all seen and smelled our fair
share of  slave shit."

"Jordan, you'll need to get some water and a warm  cloth to clean your Master
's asshole when he's done shitting", Willard said  rather quickly. Jordan
answered without hesitation was scampered off into the  house.

"You gonna train this one all by yourself Luke?" Randy  questioned.

"Well yes and no. Zeb will be doing a bunch of his own  training in the
evenings or when he gets the time. He has a few things he needs  to teach Master
Kevin about slave handling and overseer duties."

As  if Luke had said something funny, Randy and Willard began to laugh. "
Hell, we've  all seen how Zeb trains slave boys. I'd hate to ever find myself on
the  receiving end of anything he dishes out" Willard said matter of  factly.

I couldn't help but feel just a little bit overpowered. My  mouth was
completely sealed with something that left me feeling as if I had a  hard rubber
tennis ball stuck in mouth, behind my teeth, and my feet were now  encased in
something other than just normal footwear.

As I awaited  the effects from the capsule up my ass to take effect, Randy
came and began  placing a new, different set of leather mitts onto my hands. "
Now Master Kevin  looks better. At least he has four matching paws instead of
the two", Randy said  in a sincere tone of voice.

More leather came off the table, as  Willard (Will) laid the thick, wide
straps on my back. As if he'd practiced this  for days, Will began to run the
straps over and under various parts of my torso.  I could smell the leather, and
for some reason it started to excite me. I'd have  to remember these feelings
and thoughts if our `experiment' were to be a  success. The buckles were cold
against my bare flesh, but the sensation of being  dressed up in all of this
leather continued to excite me beyond  words.

As my gut began to react to the pill, the men continued  talking about the `
good old days up north'. I'm happy to know, that I was never,  no will never,
be one of their charges. The slaves where the men used to work,  must have had
a terrible time adjusting to their new lives. I'd known, by now,  that not
all indentured slaves were gay; so those who fell into the awful  category of
heterosexuality really have it tough when it came to man-to-man  contact.

Out of the corner of my eye, Jordan remained silent and  properly positioned
on his knees with his hands behind his head. He was close  enough to me that
he could have responded immediately to any and all of my  demands. I wonder if
he or John Henry had ever experienced so much in such a  short period of time.

A sudden stabbing, hot bolt of pain coursed  through my intestines. I tried
to scream but couldn't. I jerked my head up and  in circles trying to gain Luke'
s attention. If he'd seen my distress, he sure as  heck did not seem to care
one way or the other.

The pain came  faster and with more fury as I was nearly ready to explode. I
re-positioned  myself so that my ass was directly over the pan and in the
first seconds in this  position; my guts uncontrollably evacuated. The stench was
unbearable as wave  after wave of excrement seemed to escape my bowels.  When
it seemed as if  there was nothing left in me to be purged; my intestines
began to calm down  almost as fast as they'd reacted in the beginning.

Swiftly, Jordan  removed the pan and cleaned up my mess; but dutifully he put
the pan back into  place just in case there was a further need.

My concentration went  to Luke, as he crept down to my face; and all I could
see where his beautiful  eyes, the white parts seemed to sparkle like a
diamond. My heart seemed to skip  a few beats while my mind played tricks on what I
was thinking about versus what  I should have been thinking about.

"We'll have Jordan clean you  out a bit more, later on; but for now I think
you get the meaning of a clean  ass", he said into my ear. "Nobody likes a
slave with slave shit inside. It  makes for a better time later on, if you know
what I'm saying".

"I  hate to leave the party", Will said. "But we've got two barns full of
dumb ass  slaves to check on and then we gotten take one last look in on the
slaves in the  processing center."

"Hey Luke, you don't think anybody would mind  if we used the electric cart
do ya?" inquired Randy.

"No... go ahead  and use the cart. With a pony boy, if we need to get around
anymore today, we'll  just send for him", Luke replied, half laughing and half
being  serious.

Randy and Will took their leave, as Luke resumed his  talking. "Now we'll
just have to get you finished up here so that Master Zeb  will be able to teach
you a few things before you guys get to  sleeping."

I had honestly forgotten about Zeb momentarily while I  was being fitted with
leather and getting cleaned out. Now, I was beginning to  wonder what he and
John Henry were doing. It almost seemed like hours since Zeb  had made an
appearance.

It all went rather quickly from there.  Luke fitted a weird looking, but
comfortable, leather harness thing over my  head. The scent of new leather wafted
into my nose like a tidal wave. Two rather  large, well padded coverings were
placed over my knees and held fast with some  sort of Velcro.

"Your new harness is to keep you safe", Luke said  as his mouth opened and
closed right in front of me, allowing me to get a good  sniff of his breath. "
Any time we need to attach one part of you to another part  of you; all this
leather will make it so much easier and a hell of a lot more  comfortable for
you. We can even snap eye coverings on it and the same goes for  your ears...
after we put in the plugs."

I was starting to feel the  beginning tingling of fear, as Luke kept on
talking while his hands were now  unplugging my catheter and connecting a short
tube from my mouth to the end of  the catheter.

"There will be times, when you are in a certain  position that Master Kevin'
s piss will flow from his cock into his mouth and you  will have no choice but
to swallow it. It won't take you long to figure out  which positions will
cause such to happen. We just want you to get the bigger  picture of what it is
REALLY like when you have absolutely no control over your  own body, mind and
soul. Master Zeb will supervise every minute of your training  and you can rest
easy just knowing that Master Zeb would never, ever, go beyond  that which he
feels you are most capable of", Luke said in a more brotherly  fashion that I'
d expected.

The next thing I experienced was the  insertion of the all to familiar butt
plug and tail.  At least Luke used  some form of lubricant, which made the
insertion a tad bit more  bearable.

A quick snap of the clip and I had my own leash fastened  to my collar. "
Master Kevin looks so pretty all decorated and leathered out. I  think your steel
collar and cuffs give you a certain `royal' definition", Luke  said soberly.

Before I knew it, Jordan was handed my leash and  began to lead me towards
the house; with Luke way ahead of the two of  us.

In somewhat of a whisper, Jordan said; "Master Kevin really  does look nice.
I think Master Kevin will learn to enjoy His new  surroundings".

What the fuck did Jordan mean by `new surroundings'?  It was all beginning
to get more unclear as to what Zeb had intended for me. Had  I made a mistake
or had I placed to much trust in Zeb?  Is Zeb acting on  orders from mom and
dad, or has he decided to just get his revenge for all of  the things which
transpired while the two of us were growing up?

By  the time we entered the kitchen, Luke was nowhere to be seen. Franklin
was  standing alongside the doorway, his mouth wide open, with a huge smile
beaming  from ear to ear. "Master Kevin looks most beautiful. One could only hope
to be  able to serve Master Kevin in any way in which is pleasing to Him",
Franklin  said with a certain glee in his voice.

Going down the stairs on  hands and knees was no easy task, but thankfully
Jordan allowed me ample time to  descend each of the steps one by one.

Jordan led me into the  `training' room and my eyes immediately saw the
transformation from its early  days. Nothing, absolutely nothing, remained as I'd
remembered it. No bed with  the luxurious canopy, no chairs, no nothing. It
was as if I was in a room that  had been conjured up from some diabolical Roman
Era.

Chains  dangled from countless areas. The huge, thick, wooden X frame was set
so that  the lights from the ceiling were shining down upon it. There was now
a rather  weird looking wooden `table' of sorts on the opposing side of the
room, with  even more chains and leather straps hanging down from the exposed
ceiling  beams.

The cabinets were gone and the items that had previously  been in the
cabinets were now prominently displayed on just about every square  inch of wall
space. There were at least a half dozen whips of assorted sizes and  lengths along
with, what looked like, over a dozen different paddles.

Upon a number of shelves were items that I had not ever seen  before or had
even heard of. Several of them appeared to be of the electrical  type; just
because my eyes could see the black cords that had been neatly  wrapped around
each of them.

John Henry was standing straight,  against one wall; with his hands
prominently displayed behind his neck and his  eyes cast downward. There was a single,
simple, moment that I had believed my  brain was playing tricks on me; but
after focusing of John Henry more, it was  plain to see that someone had changed
his decorative rings back to the larger  size. I suppose that he, somehow,
must have lost his `status' as being the  `house slave'. One way or the other,
John Henry still looked like a cherub and  my thought process could still
conjure up the vision of the two of us entwined  in some form of sexual frenzy.
Thinking like that wasn't beneficial, but at  least for the moment it took my
mind off of everything else in the  room.

Zeb was just coming out of the slave's toilet area; and he  immediately
walked over to me with his face just beaming with some unknown sense  of pride and
justification.

"Damn bro, you sure look all pretty  now", Zeb said in nothing less than a
condescending tone of voice. "The boys and  Luke got you a nice and leathered
up just like I asked them to. I bet you're  thinking that this is all going to
be just one big `fun filled' experience,  don't you?"

With my mouth plugged just like my ass (sorta, kinda),  there was nothing I
could say to his remarks... but even if I could; I wouldn't  know exactly what I'
d have said. I just knew, for some strange reason, that I  was now beginning
to settle down again and that with our two slaves present,  along with Luke...
things would be alright.

Zeb smelled all nice and  clean; sorta like he'd recently showered. Between
his scent and that of Luke, my  senses were beginning to go into `overload';
which was okay with  me.

Getting down so he was actually sitting on the floor in front  of me, Zeb
began once more to fill my head with his knowledge, desires and  needs. It all
sounded extremely logical, even if I didn't whole heartedly agree  with the
words.

"Mom and dad are going to be so very proud of you,  of us; for everything
that we are going to be doing together as two healthy,  virile, males. Since we
are keeping a video diary of everything they'll be  amazed at how much we
brothers can accomplish over time. You just wait and see  what they say when they
both are here next time."

I could feel  Zeb's own believability in every word, every sentence. It made
me feel good,  useful and important to our family; for the personal sacrifices
that I'd already  made and for the ones which I will be making in the future.

"Just  look at you all so pretty and ready for some rough riding by a real
man. I'm  thinking you can't wait to get a hard, juicy cock up your pretty boy
ass. We  didn't get many faggot boys like you up in the state penitentiary;
but when we  did get them, we sure as fuck made them happy about eighteen hours
a day with  all the cock, piss and shit that they could handle."

Damn, Zeb sure  doesn't give a rat's ass who he tells about his escapades,
now does he. I'm  guessing that, now, he's just saying what he's saying to
sorta impress our two  slaves. I'm thinking that Jordan and John Henry must have
already formed some  sort of opinion of Zeb; but, of course, they are
forbidden to speak of  it.

Zeb's hands were all over my shoulders and arms. It almost felt  like I was a
slab of slave meat being inspected just prior to a slave  auction.  His
fingers gingerly played beneath the many leather straps which  now adorned my head
and face.

"These rings and all of this leather  has a purpose, you know Kevin. I'll
just have to show you what some of the  things are that we use them all for.
Some of them are done purely out of wanting  to humiliate a new slave, and at
other times we use the rings and leather to  place a ... less than cooperative
slave ... into the position we need it to be in  just prior to training", Zeb
commented, as his hands fell from my  face.

I almost felt like crying the minute Zeb and Luke began  talking about me and
other things which seemed paramount to the two of them. I  lowered my head
and without even thinking about what I was doing, my own piss  began to flow
into my mouth. I had nearly forgotten that Luke had my plumbing in  place, to do
just that. Luke commented about it to Zeb and they both seemed to  have a
laugh, of sorts, about me swallowing piss. It seemed like decades ago,  that Zeb
had the tip of his own cock in my mouth, draining himself, just like so  many
others had done.
It didn't take them long before they had me moving out  of the room and down
the short corridor to the `examination' room. I was helped  onto the table
and once again, just like with my mom, I was fastened down and  made helpless.

Making a comment about my plugged ass and long  tail, Zeb started off by `
manhandling' my cock and bound nuts. The sudden  release of my balls from their
prior captive state, made me feel a little less  intimidated; but those
feelings didn't last long at all.

"I suppose  with your ass all exposed like this.. it would be a great time to
fuck the shit  out of you", Zeb said rather callously. "I knew for years
that you had been  eyeing me when I was in the shower, and I also knew that one
day I'd be ready  and able to fuck you just like I fuck my women whores.

There was  somewhat of a light chuckle from Zeb and Luke after those words. I
suppose Zeb  was just saying it to sorta impress his buddy, Luke. Both of
them began to  explore my exposed flesh and I caught most of the words which they
exchanged  between themselves.

All I could think about was my original promise  to dad, to do whatever it
took to make myself a better person, an even better  employee, and most
importantly the best master of slaves that I could be. I  would accept, probably with
no regrets, everything that was ahead for me. I also  wanted to show Zeb that
I wasn't his "little brother" any longer. I was an adult  with a free mind
and free will, just like him.

Zeb probably has no  idea what it is like to have the sexual needs that I
have. He was screwing long  before I sucked my first dick way back in eighth
grade. I felt as if I had the  upper hand, in some ways.

Down here, with nothing but males around;  Zeb was going to have a tough time
convincing his girlfriend to come here for  just a fuck.  I've never known
Zeb to have any girlfriends who were `pro'  slavery; and if it was still the
same... none of them would ever step foot on our  estate. Zeb would have to settle
for man cunt, if he needed a release; unless,  of course, he opted for
jerking off all by himself.

To Be Continued...

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