Date: Sat, 24 May 2008 18:15:30 -0400
From: sanibelboys@aol.com
Subject: a lesson in time  part 53

Authors Note: I started writting this chapter about ten days after I
posted the last one. It has taken this long just to make, or find, the
time to get this one out of my head and on to paper and then to have a
family member tune up a few words and things for me. I hope you like this
one.


A Lesson In Time, Chapter Fifty Three


It took only moments for Kevin to fall into a much deserved, deep sleep.
Zeb was already stripped of his robe and took up a rather seductive
position by one of his open bedroom windows; gazing out amongst the many
structures which he and his brother now owned. The scent of country air
filled his senses and seemed to heighten his own desires for something
more. He knew full well that John Henry was already somewhere in the
room, kneeling dutifully out of respect for a Master. Zeb's gaze and
thoughts seemed to gravitate towards the horse barn where the newly
assigned stable slave was more than likely already fast asleep.

Zeb tried, to no avail, to cleanse his mind of the youthful slave. Zeb
knew that he was by no means a man who desired the flesh of another male;
yet he couldn't get over the rather subtle innocence of the boy. Zeb's
mind flashed between the stable slave and Zeb's girlfriend which seemed
to cause him some discomfort. If only his girlfriend could give a blowjob
like a homo could; he'd never want for anything else.

From his position, Zeb could see the dim light (s) shining through the
thin curtains down at the cottage. He knew full well that Luke was more
than likely enjoying the company and comfort of their house slave
`Coffee'.

Casting his eyes further up the lane, Zeb noted the many brightly lit
security lights which surrounded the slave barns. He could only image
what Randy and Will had some of the slaves do before bedtime. Knowing
those two overseers, more than likely some of the slaves were commanded
to put on some sort of perverted display of a sexual nature just to keep
from getting whipped or beaten. Zeb had, himself, witnessed such diverse
activities many a night up north in the Dakotas; being as how  he and the
others had worked so closely, almost as a family in unison.

The slave processing building loomed ominously on the side of the knoll.
Zeb couldn't but wonder how the four teenaged youths were doing and also
how Shaun was holding up.

Zeb knew that Shaun had no chance at a reprieve tomorrow. The papers and
contracts had already been signed and Shaun was going to bring both Zeb
and Kevin a tidy seven figure sum; which they'd use to pay off their
debt to their parents. They might even have a little money left over,
which to Zeb was like rain from heaven. However, he knew all to well what
Shaun's fate was to be and he also knew better than to mention it to
anyone, not a soul.

Hopefully by the end of the day tomorrow, the youth slave barn would be
complete and the four newly indentured teens would have a place that
would not only provide them safety from the older and more sadistic
slaves on the farm; but it would also provide a safe haven for himself
and his buddies where they might just find a certain `joy' or an
`abundance of hormonal release'.

Zeb turned around, expecting to simply go to bed and to sleep; but John
Henry was quick on his feet to pull the covers back and to fluff the
pillows. Once Zeb had situated himself, John Henry, without request or
permission, simply slid into the bed also.

"Good night Master" , John Henry said in a nearly silent whisper as the
lights went off and Zeb's arm stretched over the slave's upper torso.
Both humans were asleep and in their own personal dream worlds within
minutes.

Back on the east coast, across the street from the Latimore's mansion,
laid <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns =
"urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" />Tyler in his own bed. It
was eerily quiet in his house, yet he knew that his mother and perhaps
even his father were using their temporary slave, Carol.

Tyler had had an extremely exhausting three days. He'd been counseled
and primed for his internship in many of the same ways as Kevin and the
intern before him.

Tyler was exploring the company owned laptop that Ms. Mudfart had
supplied him with. He thought that by getting acquainted with the
computer now, instead of later; that he might not have to spend so much
time in fumbling through while trying to get out his daily reports back
to the lady.

Tyler's mind regressed back to the first day, the first hour that he'd
stepped foot into Mr. Latimore's building. The world of slavery had hit
him full force just by the sheer magnitude of efficiency that enveloped
the entire work force there; not to mention the countless number of naked
or scantily clad slaves that he passed in the corridors. He'd met the
slave in the executive wash room and he too enjoyed using the slave as
his personal urinal, not forgetting to mention the most excellent job the
slave did of performing oral sex.

Tyler enjoyed meeting all of the people who he would be reporting to
during his internship. Most of them seemed honest and sincere as they
each wished him well in his journey. He knew that tomorrow he'd meet Mr.
Alderton for the very first time and more than one employee had told
Tyler about Mr. Alderton's strange ways of getting his personal views
across. For the moment it didn't seem to have any ill effect on Tyler;
who by all rights had a level head on his shoulders and a more than
adequate package if he needed to assert himself.

Tyler recalled his brief but fact filled meeting with Mr. Latimore. Mr.
Latimore seemed to be a lot nicer in person than the man, the father,
that Kevin had from time to time made him out to be.

Tyler's thought process had brought him to Zeb, and he realized that
perhaps he should have been more of a friend with Zeb as the two were
growing up. There was a slight hint of jealousy within Tyler, just for
the fact that the Latimore kids seemed to have grown up without a worry
or want their whole life.

Tyler keyed in a couple of strokes on the laptop and screen after screen
of male and female slaves began to scroll up; page after page, after
page. As if something took control over him and his thinking, Tyler
waited until the scroll had come to a stop and in the box marked
`search' he typed in Kevin's name.

"Search failed to locate a Kevin Latimore" began to flash on the
computer screen.

Tyler discovered an area on the computer that listed certain company
employees and officials; so he ventured a guess that he might find
Kevin's name list there, and it was.

Attached to Kevin's file folder were photographs of Kevin's
introduction to the SIM and Tyler couldn't but feel relieved that he
wasn't put through the same paces as Kevin had to endure. There was
little else there, mindful of a few pages of notes put there by some of
the division heads. Tyler read the notes not once but twice. Tyler was
amazed at discovering how the employees of Mr. Latimore could write
seemingly harmful tidbits about his neighbor. Words just seem to pop off
the screen. Words like `submissive' seemed to be the more predominate
words of them all.  "Not a leader" was also in evidence. "This intern
appears to be more of a follower than a leader", "this intern appears
to need further guidance in slave handling and protocol" was another
interesting notation.

"In my professional opinion, this intern lacks all the qualities we'd
expect from someone of his age and background. Suggest said internship be
extended for an additional twelve months or internship should be
terminated". What caught Tyler's attention was the name attached to the
comment... Alderton.

Tyler paused, and thought for a moment of all the comments he'd just
read about his neighbor Kevin. The thought of having this `Mr.
Alderton' be the one to pick him up at `Hicksville' airport, seemed to
put a bit of stress on Tyler. Of all of Tyler's acquaintances,
regardless of how mundane the friendship was, Tyler didn't like to hear,
see or read anything derogative about them. "I will just have to see and
evaluate everything for myself", thought Tyler. "Kevin seemed way to
bright to become so stupid and irresponsible like these people say he
is."

For a few minutes Tyler revisited the many years he, Zeb and Kevin had
been `friends'. Of the two neighborhood boys, Tyler seemed to have a
better understanding and feel for Kevin as compared to his older brother
Zeb. Many fun and fond memories of himself and Kevin came to mind; and it
was only now that Tyler recalled that Kevin had never had a serious
relationship with any girl.

If the connotations of what others had commented on about Kevin were even
`remotely' true it was beginning to stir some inner turmoil with Tyler;
as he was now feeling rather stupid for not seeing it for himself after
all of these years.

Tyler looked over at the bedside clock, which was reading 1:14. He was
about to close the laptop and get some sleep before the alarm sounded at
six; when suddenly the familiar chime sounded alerting him of an email
being sent to him.

Tyler quickly and without pause, clicked on his mail icon and discovered
that he'd just received and email from none other than Mr. Latimore
himself.

The email started off in what appeared to be nothing more than a standard
`welcome' letter for new employees. After reading through three of four
paragraphs of b.s., Tyler came to a part which immediately grabbed every
grain of his thought process.

Mr. Latimore was writing about his own family and the family structure
within. Tyler immediately began to think that perhaps Mr. Latimore had
been hitting the sauce a wee tad bit too much. Geezish... Tyler was
reading things about his neighbors across the street that he really
didn't care or even need to know. Mr. Latimore was going on and on about
the virtues of the National Slave Registry and the benefits thereof.
Tyler became captivated by the in depth information that he was reading
on the subject of slave ownership and the benefits which slaves can and
usually do provide. Tyler already knew that slaves had to do whatever was
commanded of them, but the more he read about the sexual practices
amongst freemen, slave owners and the slave (s) he quickly realized that
it was as if he was reading an `adult publication'. Tyler's penis had
engorged itself and was now attempting, in vain, to escape the confines
of his butt hugging undies.

Tyler kept on reading the email, but was now stroking himself through the
lycra fabric of his skimpy briefs. He began to wonder if all of the
people he'd had to have a conference with lately, had somehow discovered
some deep hidden wants, needs or desires.

It wasn't long after, that Tyler wiggled out of his undies and began to
stroke his dick in a long slow rhythmic fashion.

Tyler finished the email, which had really, REALLY, peaked his sexual
prowess; and set the laptop aside for the night. What he didn't explore
on the computer, he'd have plenty of time on the plane ride to do so.

With his eyes closed, now focusing on the written words, Tyler picked up
the pace with his solo masturbation. At the peak of the climax Tyler's
brain could think of nothing else, nor could his body have become more
rigid as thoughts of Kevin ran through his head. Tyler's orgasm spewed
his seed up to his chest and a few strands of nectar even fell on his
face.

Tyler lay there, to exhausted to even clean the sweet scented sperm from
his body. He just allowed it to finally run off and become absorbed into
the fabric of his bedding; as he fell asleep.

As Tyler's alarm clock began buzzing, little did he know or imagine that
his place of summer internship had already been a bevy of activity. At
Willow Knolls the day for the slaves begins at five in the morning.

Out at Willow Knolls the slaves had already gotten up, given each other
there required morning enema and were lining up to receive their new,
leaner, breakfast kibbles; which were a far cry from the worldly food
they'd been accustomed to eating. Sure.. there were plenty of moans and
groan over their new diet but Randy and Will (Willard) seemed to take it
all in stride, as for every complaining mouth received a short but
effective jolt from a slave prod; from either Will or Randy. It didn't
take but for having at the most three or four slaves bitch about the new
diet before everybody quickly realized that there was no use in
complaining.

It was also a busy time down at the main house as well. While Kevin still
slept, two delivery trucks were unloading their wares. Jordan, John Henry
and Coffee were working well together hustling all the boxes into the
house.

Zeb was standing in the foyer directing where each box was to be set
down; smiling as he more than any other knew what the boxes contained.

Up in the induction barn Shaun was still hanging where he'd been left
for the night. His body glistened from the sheer amount of perspiration
that had accumulated during the night. Shaun had little, if any, sleep at
all the entire time.

The four teenaged boys were still locked securely in their stocks. There
were four pairs of sore and weak knees for sure. The entire induction
center had the stench of human excrement filling the air.

Up the hill at the horse barn, the slave was just finishing up his own
morning meal; which, like the other slaves, consisted of nothing more
than slave kibbles and water. His mornings are near always the same; let
the horses out into the corral and then muck out the stalls. He always
seemed to have a smile on his face when a Master or overseer wasn't
around. He, of all the slaves, knew his place in today's society and he
was happy and content with his life and his world. He also had the
feeling that Master Zeb had taken a liking to him and he'd wondered if
there should be any further time used on probing such thoughts.

In town, Mr. Alderton was also awake. He had already relieved himself in
one of the two available slaves' mouth hole. His shower was nothing
short of magnificent, with having both of the slaves gently wash his
entire body. Alderton knew probably more than anyone, what all was in
store for today. When he is away from his office, he is normally in
constant communication with either Mr. or Mrs. Latimore. His mind bubbled
over with the excitement which was forthcoming. It was going to be a
glorious day at Willow Knolls, not to mention picking up the new intern
from the Hicksville airport.

As the company limo pulled away from Tyler's home, Mr. Latimore was
standing at the open gate which led up to his own house. He half waved
and managed a half smile as Tyler went passed. Mr. Latimore didn't even
bother to hide the fact that he was rubbing his crotch with the other
hand, soothing the savage erection under his silk bathrobe.

When the plane was airborne, Tyler took out his laptop and once again
went directly to the company page and began to click through each and
every single page that there was for him to see. He wanted, more than
anything, to do every single thing right, just to insure himself a place
in the corporation; which promised him a sizeable salary over the long
term.

The first of the two delivery trucks was pulling away as Coffee was
instructed to begin breakfast preparations. Jordan was instructed to
attend to Master Kevin; leaving just John Henry and the truck driver to
finish unloading.

Luke seemed to be the only one who wasn't actually doing much of
anything; other than riding around in the cart, inspecting the daily
routine (s) of the slaves initial day. He didn't even bother going up to
the stables; but did manage to stop off at the induction barn to taunt
Shaun and the teenagers. Nothing more than a good dose of verbal abuse
and humiliation spewed from his mouth towards the four youthful
offenders, but much more was in store for Shaun, who was beginning to
shake uncontrollably.
Tyler's train of thought was momentarily interrupted when he thought of
the way his day had already started off. The first thing which was
different than other days was the idea of having to wear something other
than his own clothes. He'd been given a small package the day before
which was said to contain the only clothes he'd be needing for the trip
out to Willow Knolls. A nice powder blue button down shirt with the
Latimore Corporation logo on it was the first thing he noticed. Beneath
the shirt was a pair of dark blue shorts. Under the shorts was a
surprise. A light pink pair of low rise undies glared out at him. There
was also a pair of nice sandals which seemed to compliment the clothes.

Then there was the early and fast breakfast. This morning things felt a
bit odd however. He sat alone at the family dining table as their
temporary slave, Carol, served him a light but healthy meal. It was the
first time he'd even spent a single solitary second thinking about the
naked slave girl. He wondered if either of her two brothers would be
inquiring about her. Yes, she still maintained her beauty but that was
about all. Everything else about her seemed to have changed drastically.
Tyler wondered if he should lie or at least `stretch the truth' should
either Zeb or Kevin ask about her. He was brought up in a family which
had strong beliefs and morals (?) and he knew better than to start lying
at this stage in his life. Could he actually tell the slave girl's
brothers that both of his parents had used Carol in some form of sexual
pleasures?

Jordan had made his way up to Kevin's room. Kevin was still sleeping
like a gentle giant.

Not knowing whether or not to wake his Master, Jordan simply began to
tidy up the room although there wasn't much of anything that needed
attention at the moment. He kept looking at his Master locked to the bed.
A flood of emotions filled the slave's heart and soul, along with
myriads of thoughts and questions racing through his own head. Jordan
knew better than to have feelings for this Master or any other Master.
His only concern now was to be pleasing, obedient and dutiful; not one of
emotional connections.

Jordan had little time to himself, as Coffee brought Master Kevin's
breakfast into his room. On the tray was the familiar bowl filled to the
brim with hogboy chow, a bowl of orange juice and nothing more. Jordan
gave Coffee a scornful look and all that Coffee could do was to shrug his
shoulders as if to say... "I'm just following orders".
The sound of the engine starting from the truck down below got Coffee to
scamper back downstairs to the kitchen while Jordan knelt dutifully next
to his Master's bed. How could all of this commotion and noise `not'
waken his Master?

As the truck pulled away, the sound of footsteps could be heard on the
bare hardwood floor of the upstairs hallway. It was Master Zeb coming to
check on his brother.

Zeb seemed pleased that Kevin was still sleeping. He noted Jordan
kneeling and pointed to John Henry to kneel beside Jordan. Zeb took to
sitting on Kevin's bed, staring intently at his brother.

Zeb's left hand began to gently rub Kevin's rib cage while the other
hand seemed to as if move in such a way as to have been brushing back
Kevin's hair.. if Kevin would have had hair of course. "Kev, oh Kev",
Zeb said quietly. "It's time to get up bro. Come on now and wake up for
your big brother now".

A not so gentle pinch of Kevin's left nipple got Kevin to stir. Zeb
greeted his brother with a smile. "Wake up sleepy head. You aren't
planning on sleeping the entire day are you?" Zeb jokingly said.

Noting that Kevin's breakfast was sitting on the floor Zeb felt
obligated to assure himself that Kevin was awake enough to be able to
consume the less than normal food.

"Wake up bro, it's chow time", Zeb said with a gleeful, cheerful tone
in his voice.

Looking over to Jordan, Zeb quickly snapped out his first order of the
day. "Get your ass downstairs and help the other slave boy sort through
the boxes. Check with the house slave to see where each of the boxes
needs to be placed."

Jordan dutifully obeyed Master Zeb.

"Now listen bro", Kevin began. "I've got some really and important
shit to tell you so you'd best be awake and alert."

"Sure Zeb", Kevin responded; "Sorry Master, but I forgot my manners".
Zeb smiled inwardly as if knowing that his brother was still dealing with
the effects of the drug laced liquids from yesterday and before.

"I don't want to alarm you or nothing but I have had some information
now for at least since you went up to Windy Hills and I'm needing to
share it with you", Zeb said, now with a semi-serious sound in his
voice.

For sure, Zeb had captured all of Kevin's attention now and continued.
"You know the slave John Henry? Well, I've put two and two together and
I come up with the fact that if dad had him snitching on the last two ass
wipes who owned this place; that dad probably has him squealing on you
and me. So, I've made a phone call or three and I have made a sizeable
monetary agreement with the slave's own father to have him shipped back
to Guatemala. With the little shit out of the way, we will have one less
worry on our hands."

Kevin was stunned by the revelation which he'd just heard. "You mean
that John Henry's old man has agreed to buy his own son back. Holy
crap", Kevin managed to say without slurring words.

"Hell ya and to say that the old man has offered up a sizeable six
figure sum for the little fucker, we both will be able to bank the money
for now. Oh and speaking of money bro; yesterday I had a good friend of
mine do some `back door' financing and now all of your money, all of my
money and all of Willow Knolls money is now in new accounts that only you
and I have access to and nobody else... not even mom and dad can get their
hands on it."

Kevin seemed either spellbound or stupefied, because his mouth just
simply hung open in silence.

"Now we gotta remember that Tyler is coming soon along with Mr.
Alderton. We gotta play it real cool around Mr. Alderton for the day but
we don't have to worry about Tyler. I've sent him an email and I'm
here to tell you that he will be a most excellent person to have around
here. Tyler is going to play along the best he can under the
circumstances but I'm not so sure he even knows what to expect". Zeb
simply grinned, as only Zeb knew what was in store for Tyler.

"Okay Master", Kevin replied; "Master knows best for everything."

If Kevin wasn't Zeb's own flesh and blood nor if he'd not been
chemically induced; Zeb probably, more than likely, would have wailed the
poor guy's body for failing to respond properly, but he let it pass
without cause to punish Kevin.

Quickly but with resolute, Zeb changed the subject. "Kevin, for now just
feel free to say what it is that's on your mind. It's just you and me
and you haven't had your special drink yet today so don't feel as if
you have to be so damn submissive; that is, unless you feel you have
to."

Kevin simply keep his eyes fixed on Zeb's and waited for his brother to
speak again.

Zeb stood up and eased his silk robe from his body; allowing Kevin to
witness his brother in the way (s) that he'd done many times while
growing up.

"Damn Zeb, you look better now than the last time I saw you naked",
Kevin blurted out.

Zeb laughed politely and with reserve. "Well, I'm guessing that you
will be seeing me like this just more than today Kevin". Kevin smiled.

"I gotta tell you bro", Zeb said; "Yesterday when you were down in the
sling, you sure did excite my inner feelings a whole hell of a lot. I
couldn't resist seeing you all bound up and with that pretty hood over
your entire face. I knew, or at least felt that I knew that you'd like
to feel the head of my cock in your mouth. How'd ya like swallowing your
own brother's piss?"

"It was okay I guess. Well ... better than just okay", Kevin answered.

"Before I head out this morning, what say you take care of what I
didn't get last night", Zeb questioned with a smile.

Kevin, half puzzled by the question didn't have much time to respond.
Zeb climbed on top of the bed; his nutsack just behind his brother's
bare head.

"I always think it is so much better when a guy gets his nuts sucked and
licked before getting a decent blowjob", Zeb muttered.

Not that Kevin would have any choice in the matter. His body was still
firmly tethered to the bed.

"You mean that you actually, after all these years, want me to suck your
cock?"

Another short giggle from Zeb before he stated, "Hell ya bro. I know you
want to and you know you want to so what the hell is so wrong with it if
we both want and need it."

Zeb adjusted himself once again, as he eased his torso downward. Kevin's
mouth was now like an eager baby bird waiting to be fed. The soft hairs
on Zeb's nutsack slipped passed Kevin's lips as Kevin eagerly sucked
them in deeper and deeper.

"Oh yeah bro", Zeb said. "Fuck, even my girl friend doesn't have a
mouth like yours. I guess you gay guys really do know what a real man
desires and needs."

It was a beautiful thing for Kevin to see Zeb's cock engorge with
copious amounts of blood the harder he sucked and licked Zeb's balls.
The fresh scent of worldly soap filled Kevin's nostrils; which gave him
a flashback as to what using human soap to wash with was all about.

Zeb continued to offer suggestions on the art of `proper' nut sucking
and Kevin listened and obeyed his brother. Little did Kevin know that Zeb
nearly enjoyed getting his balls worshiped as he did getting a good
blowjob. It was going to be a lengthy process before Kevin would finally
get a taste of Zeb's offering and Zeb knew it all to well. He could
restrain himself for quite some time before needing to drain his nutsack.

Up in the processing barn, Shaun had been removed from his over night
restraints and was now chained down inside a transporting cage; awaiting
departure for a place or places which he only knew that his life was
going to get a whole heck of a lot worse. His ass sported the standard,
oversized, anal plug and his wonderfully abused and bruised cock was
stuffed with a catheter; which purposely drained itself right back into
Shaun's gagged mouth.

The four teens were being tended to by several older and more mature
slaves from barn number two. Each of the teens had been scrubbed so much
that their skin was as red as a Florida sunburn and itched like a dog
covered in fleas. All four of the teens still had to receive several, if
not many, anal cleansings before they'd be released from their chains in
the shower room.

Out in the main part of the processing barn, some impromptu benches had
been set up; while four complete sets of binding chains were being put in
place where Shaun had hung for a day.

There was a small commotion outside of the processing barn as several
vehicles had pulled up and the occupants of those vehicles were trading
rude, if not down right snide comments towards one another. If only the
four teens knew what was in store for them.

The plane with Tyler aboard was now just a half hour away from landing.
Within the plane Tyler had kept himself busy with the laptop and its
contents. He had read just about everything there was to read and then
some, more than once.

As Tyler's eyes surveyed the billow of clouds the plane was descending
through, he briefly recalled the three or four times the he and Kevin had
been `curious' during their early teen years. He could still vividly
see the two of them up in Kevin's room jerking each other off to a
momentous climax. What had changed with each of them, Tyler thought.
He'd never once even thought that Kevin was gay and he had never even
considered himself gay or even remotely bi-sexual. Now things were
different. Many things that once were taken for granted were no more.

Tyler knew that he'd be having a rather deep discussion about Willow
Knolls and the pro's and con's of leaving the employ of one Mr.
Latimore back on the east coast. He also was keenly aware that these
thoughts and conversations were not to escape his lips no matter whom or
what asked about such things; unless of course it was Zeb Latimore.

Tyler's thoughts were momentarily interrupted by the announcement of
their pending landing, but he soon returned to his own thoughts.

Mr. Alderton had long since parked at the airport, and was now sipping
the last few ounces of coffee which he'd purchased inside the terminal.
He was aglow with anticipation. Mr. Alderton was finally going to meet
the `Tyler' kid. He had read what there was to read about him from all
of the interviews and the scant medical testing that Tyler had undergone.
Alderton was keenly aware that the new intern had been given a pair of
tight pink undies to wear and he was hoping that Tyler just might ask him
as to the purpose, function and duration of wearing such underwear.

The sudden thud, the roar of engines brought the plane to a slow crawl as
it made it's way to the terminal building. Tyler was both anxious, yet
nervous, about his impending meeting with Mr. Alderton; and yet more
excited at hanging around Zeb and Kevin. Tyler also knew that he'd have
to `play it cool' until the contingent from the east coast were well on
their way back home.

Perhaps Tyler had been given false hopes which might have been the
leading cause for his over eagerness to sign on as an intern with Mr.
Latimore's company. Perhaps Tyler might find that the grass is not
always greener on the other side of the fence. Perhaps Tyler might find
that his internship would amount to no different that the previous
interns who signed on, and then vanished from society all together. Time
would tell.

What slaves hadn't been assigned a specific work detail for the morning
had been confined to their respective slave holding barn. Those sent out
to tend to and toil at a task were doing so but now they were all wearing
shackles about their ankles. Until such time as `Trustees' could be
appointed, shackles were to be the standard of the day at Willow Knolls.

`ponyboi' was busy all morning long. He didn't need any guidance or
instructions to fulfill his obligations to his Master or the beautiful
horses. `ponyboi' felt secure in his new world; especially after
yesterday with Master Zeb. As he wiped down the breeding bench, he
couldn't but help to think about which slave would be the first to be
bound to the tough, soft, leather to await the erect shaft of one of the
stallions.

All four teens were pompously marched back towards the `treatment' area
of the processing barn, where they would receive a lot more than what
they had, or might have had expected.

The hushed chatter of the people sitting on the wooden benches died down
instantly as the four teens came in to view.
The six manly slaves, under the direction of Luke, made quick work of
restraining the teens to their places. Their arms now stretched up and
out as their legs were stretched out and down; barely able to maintain
balance.

The teens faces where now ashen white/grey, as their eyes focused on the
humans sitting just ten feet in front of them. Each of the teens had all
or a part of their family present to watch, witness and help with their
induction into slavery.

Zeb was just now beginning to feel the pleasure of Kevin's lips and
tongue on his rigid cock. Little droplets of pre-cum were finding the
taste buds on Kevin's tongue; which elicited a sorta inner victory for
Kevin.

Zeb had leaned forward enough so that he could use just one arm to
support himself during the oral copulations, while using the other hand
to firmly squeeze Kevin's bound tight nuts.

"I think bro, that you like being told what to do, and when to do it",
Zeb said in a soft monotone voice. "You like having your cock stuffed
like this with a catheter. You like the idea that your balls are tied
atop your dick. And, I'm thinking that you like the idea of being naked
and hairless."

Kevin heard every word, but with his mouth stuffed to the gullet with
throbbing penis, he couldn't answer.

"I guess that some time soon I'm just going to have to fuck this pretty
ass of yours before I turn you over to Luke for a few days".

Zeb muttered several unrecognizable words as his sperm spewed into and
down the throat of Kevin.

Kevin was not content just yet, so he continued sucking Zeb's cock long
after the last of the sperm had been perfectly drained.