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A Lesson In Time Chapter Fourteen
The housekeeper began to haul things into the house as the Housemaster continued to replenish our drinks; while the six naked boys continued talking on the opposite side of the pool.
I wasn't surprised in the least when Shaun called out to one of the boys and after he'd come over; Shaun told him that Jordan needed a walk.
I watched as the boy went over close to the back door and opened what looked like an old fashion milk box and pulled out a steel collar and chain leash.
"I always have to consider the length of time that my slave has been pissing and shitting", Shaun said in a rather disheartened tone.
Jordan seemed happy that the boy was leading him outside of the pool area to relieve him. Even the way the slave crawled, seemed to indicate that he'd now become accustomed to his life as a man's pet.
John Henry, on the other hand, seemed to display a look of sadness on his face; and now since I'd been told about him and Jordan's former alliance, I could plainly understand how he was feeling.
The three of us, and the Housemaster, made our way towards the back door, quickly followed by the boys; with John Henry close behind me.
"I can't really spend much time tonight, looking at your basement operations ", I politely commented. "I've been asked to call my mother and since there is an hour's time difference, I don't want to be the one to upset my mom."
"Well that is admirable of you Kevin. Most men your age would forgo such a request just to have the opportunity to be `adventurous' and daring", said Doc.
As I stepped through the doorway, I turned back to see the four boys with huge smiles on their faces, John Henry with a pleasant expression on his face, and Jordan bringing up the rear of the pack crawling, as I noticed one of the four boys, still holding the chain leash.
The downstairs, as I was told, had only started off with the single area where the actual `vanilla' pornographic videos were made by John Henry's master. Then they added the dungeon section the following year.
Following the dungeon section, came what appeared to be an exact replica of one of the stalls out in the `slave receiving' barn. The last two sections are probably what confused my emotions, not my thoughts.
One section was completely walled off from the others and in it was a huge canine, asleep in his kennel. It was in this room, where movies involving males
and this particular animal took place.
The remaining section was actually totally enclosed, and upon entering it; I
discovered that it was almost like a hospital setting, to which Doc made sure to mention that some men like to watch videos involving medical procedures. He went as far as to say that even some of the slave's procedures were done down here rather routinely, and that with a little initiative and brawn, that the new SIMS machine would also be placed in this room.
Other than a toilet area, and the room used to process the videos, the entire expanse of the basement had now been converted into nothing less than a ` sex palace'.
The four boys seemed anxious to engage in some, any, form of sexual activity and Doc had to remind them that they had a visitor and not to be so obnoxious with their words.
"I started with the two older boys and now we have the four. I remember the first day they came to me, or should I have said, the first day that their parents brought them to me." Doc said with an evil smile.
"Yep, that will be the day that remains with me forever. Each of their parents are patients of mine, as were the boys and it wasn't hard to convince the parents that their sons could bring home a healthy sum of money every time they visited us. Now they all live in nice double wide trailers instead of those tiny single ones. The boys have made enough money to keep food on the table and clothes on their parents' backs. But, I'll never understand why their fathers continue to be so lazy; sitting around the trailer all day, sipping on beer and watching videos."
Shaun broke out in laughter, saying "Yep they sit around all day while their wives are out scrubbing toilets and cooking for somebody else, working for minimum wage at best."
"It all sounds rather nice, in a way. At least the boys get to help their families survive and it seems as if they enjoy the sex part best of all", I said rather sheepishly.
"Sure wasn't like that in the beginning though", Doc added. "The first weekend they were here was like all hell breaking loose. I remember when we fucked them both at the same time, and took their cherries. But now, we have to always find ways to `entertain' them, thus the added rooms and added features. The two younger ones seem to have a fetish for animals, but I suppose living the way they do, it shouldn't really surprise me at all", Doc said. "The two older boys have to act like slaves at home for their parents and siblings, so I'm sure being here on weekends is a relief."
"Since Kevin has to make his phone call, I think I'll go make my nightly rounds of the slave barns and then get myself some rest. Tomorrow will be a busy day, since we kept some of the newbies back to show Kevin their process", Shaun said with a certain degree of disappointment in his voice.
The next thing I know, Shaun is taking Jordan, by the leash and guiding him over to the kennel. It was almost as if Jordan had expected it, as he easily crawled inside the heavy steel cage with the dog and turned around facing me and the others.
The four boys ran down to the other end of the basement and began fooling around in the dungeon part, each one pointing a finger to another, saying, "no it's your turn tonight, not mine."
"If you have no objection Kevin, I suppose I'll go and keep the boys busy for awhile", Doc said as he tried to refrain from laughing. "Oh, and before I
forget... I've had the Housemaster leave you a small present on your bed; sort of a gift from all of us to you."
With John Henry following behind, I made my way upstairs to my room. Besides the phone call, I also had a mountain of notes to make and knew that it would be hours before I could afford to rest.
The slave was most dutiful in asking if I desired another shower to remove the faint odor of the pool water; to which I'd nearly forgotten about. I even required the slave to administer another enema, which was now something that I was beginning to enjoy.
I remained naked, as the slave washed himself and then the two of us discovered the present which had been left for me. It was a large wicker basket filled to overflowing of various videos that had been made downstairs. It seemed as if they had compiled a sampling of every type of activity that was performed in front of the cameras.
I required that the slave assume a proper kneeling position next to the bed, while I lay on the bed, contemplating the phone call I was in the process of
making.
MoMo answered the phone, which told me that both of my parents were busy els ewhere; and I took a few minutes to speak with him about my sister. He didn't hesitate to fill in the blanks, and then I knew for sure that she'd crossed over the line. By the time mom came to the phone, I had no intentions of even bringing the subject of my sister, into the conversation.
"Kevin, son, I was beginning to think that you'd forgotten your responsibility", she said without as much as a `hell-o".
"No momma, it's just been a busy first day here and I'm trying to learn all I can with the time I have here", I said in a futile attempt to temper the sound of disappointment in her voice. I knew that she wasn't going to beat around the bush, and she didn't disappoint me.
"Kevin, your father has shown me the video feeds from Windy Hills and it appears to me as if you've been keeping something from your family. Don't you think it's about time to tell us that you're gay? It sure looked that way to your father and me. I mean, there's nothing wrong with being gay, and I sort of expected that you might have been ever since your high school years, but why on earth didn't you ever mention it to us?"
The phone fell silent, as I was expecting mom to catch her breathe and continue with her own system of parenting; but she was awaiting my response when she said, "Kevin, Kevin, answer me this minute!"
I began to choke up, not knowing exactly how to phrase my words and sentences but I knew that the longer I waited, the more mom would get upset and then I 'd have to deal with her, and she'd also take out her displeasures on dad.
"Mom, it's not something that a boy talks about with his parents, when his parents just so happen to be you and dad. Both of you have always said how much you expect me to marry, have a family; so that you two can be grandparents. It's not always that simple, ya know."
I knew that my response was not going to satisfy her so I continued on, in hopes that I could at least win this one battle. "Mom you and dad have always told us kids that having sex with a slave has no bearing on one's sexual preference. What I did to `616' was nothing more than that, and besides even if I was, well you know... it was a decent way to discover one's inner feelings towards such things." I knew that what I just said had opened the door to a mountain of questions, criticisms, and parental disdain.
"Well Kevin, I wasn't referring to the way you handled yourself in your cottage, not at all. I'm referring to how you reacted during your two milking sessions. A normal boy wouldn't have allowed himself to be shaved in the manner in which you were, let alone the way you reacted to all of the penis' that went into your rectum and mouth. There's no way in hell that you can convince me that you were just `experimenting' with it. Have you even seen this particular video I'm referring to? If you haven't, perhaps you should take a look at it. I'll have someone send it to the computer there so you can see for yourself, how you begged for cock for hours and hours." "But mom, listen to me for once. It was all of the drugs that they forced into my body. It wasn't me that was saying all of those things. You and dad know that I'd never say things like that."
"Well, I know that you remember the Shaun in your fathers employ? It just so happens that I had a nice little chat with him late this afternoon in your fathers office. He seems to feel that you've got some kind of `attachment' to him. Is he right? Do you have feelings for this slave, Kevin?"
All I could do was start to think up lies and misgivings for the time being as I said to mom, "Mom it's not like that at all. I only told the slave that if I ever got to a point in my life where I could have my own slave that I'd like to have him or someone like him to serve me, in the way in which he did. That's all I said mom, honest."
"Kevin, I think we are a long way away from getting to the bottom of this matter, and I'm not going to continue this part of the conversation tonight; as I'm feeling the beginnings of another one of my stress headaches, and you know how I get when I feel that way."
Advantage to Kevin. "Mom, I don't want you getting yourself all worked up over nothing, especially something as stupid as this. I hate it when you don't feel well. Please remember to take something for your stress and headache so that you can get a good nights rest tonight."
"Yes, well alright Kevin, but don't think we're done with this topic just yet. I'll send you the video tomorrow and hopefully you'll have time tomorrow night to watch it and then I want you to call me immediately afterwards so we can talk about it some more. I might even send you the video, of your sister so you can see what her wrongful ways have gotten her into for the remainder of the summer. If you ask me, I'd just as soon have her enslaved until she turns eighteen, but your father is opposed to it, for right now any way."
I was just about to say good night to mom, when she handed the phone to my father. Damn!
Dad's conversation was one hundred percent better than mom's. He did his best to assure me that she'd left his home office, and that he was speaking freely. He told me more about my sister and just how disappointed he was with her. He brought up the `gay' thing and told me that this summer would be the right time to explore, if in fact I was gay or had thoughts that I might be gay. He never once raised his voice, which put me at ease quite rapidly.
By the time our conversation had ended, I was using my free hand to stroke my hard pole ever so slowly.
I looked over at the slave, and he too had been watching me manipulate myself to an erection. His eyes and facial expressions said it all.
I quickly climbed off the bed and moved over to the desk, making my notes of the days activities like a mad scientist. I even remembered to upload the photos of the day and send them off to the office. That should gain me some ` brownie points'.
By the time I'd repacked my briefcase, charged my camera back up and placed my cellphone in its charger; I was finding myself mentally exhausted. No matter how much I wanted to watch one of the videos or have time to fool around with the slave, I just couldn't muster up the strength.
John Henry slept in my bed this night, with my arm draped over his chest and my cock nestled in between his two butt cheeks. That's about all the ` creature comfort' I needed for a good nights sleep.
I wondered if this housekeeper ever slept. She was in my room, pulling back the covers and nudging me to wake myself up. Hell, the sun wasn't even up yet and she was as alert as a lit stick of dynamite.
"If Master Kevin expects to witness some of the induction process this morning he'd best be getting up and dressed because Mister Shaun is already on his way up to the barns", she said in such a way as to nearly make me want to hate her.
I didn't even bother to shower or shave, nor did I take the time to enjoy having the slave dress me for the day. Breakfast was nothing more than a bowl of cereal, fruit and coffee for me; as I wasn't about to sit in the kitchen to long with the old hag and listen to her telling the Housemaster what she expected of him for the day.
It was hard for me to watch John Henry having to sit on the cold linoleum floor to eat his own breakfast, but I knew that every place has it own rules, so I had no choice but to accept.
I half walked, half ran towards the barn; which by now was all lit up and through the stillness of the morning air I could hear some minor commotions coming from there. John Henry kept equal pace with me the entire way, and upon arrival, I was the one a bit winded; not the slave.
Shaun and I exchange pleasantries, with him sort of giggling his way through knowing exactly what I had experienced this morning with the housekeeper. He offered me the spare bed in his cottage, should I find myself coming to wits end with her.
The first order of business, was to get the slaves ready for processing and that was easy enough for Shaun and the two other men. But when Shaun offered or should I say, `suggested' that perhaps I'd like to partake in the format, I was taken back.
After the first slave was brought over and chained into a X shape, I was handed the pair of clippers and told to `enjoy'. It was rather nice, actually, being able to rid this criminal of his past life. I started with his head and eyebrows and continued on, leaving as requested, his cock and balls for last. Shaun had to demonstrate the use of the clippers on this particular slave's balls and cock, but all the rest of the slaves I did without as much as a single nick.
By the time I'd completed my use of the clippers, there were now four chained slaves waiting for the next step, which of course was the shaving down of the body to remove all traces of stubble.
Shaun and his two helpers, along with myself, each took one of the slaves and
made quick work of the shaving aspect of their lives.
"You do enough of this shit Kevin and you become immune to the feeling of another guys cock and ass. You kinda have to just think of it all as only a job and nothing more. You can't let yourself get emotional or attached to this kind of human form. Not that your cock is giving anything away, but if I was you, I be loosing that hardon pretty quick", Shaun said while the two employees tried to conceal their own laughter.
Next came their scrubbing, which two older slaves were used to administer this rather harsh method of ridding the body of impurities.
Following their scrubbing, came their enemas, to which John Henry nearly pleaded to be allowed to do.
While the enemas were being administered, Shaun and I stepped outside; mostly so that he could light up a cigarette. From the outside of the barn, I could hear the four new slaves start to complain about their cleansing but each complaint was followed by a hard swat across their respective asses from one or both of the two other employees. I thought, just for one brief moment, that I heard John Henry laughing aloud.
Shaun was kind enough to simply start our short conversation. He went on about the slaves and how he'd come to work here and how much the place had changed since his arrival. He not once put himself on a pedestal, but rather Doc and John Henry's master received all the accolades.
Since it was Sunday, none of the other slaves would be going out to work for their lease holders. It was rather nice that they got the one day a week off.
But, on the other hand, it wasn't going to be a good day for the four new slaves.
Sunday is the only day that the slaves are allowed to have their chastity devices removed, so the four new slaves were certainly going to find themselves well received in the slave barns later on in the morning.
We were still outside, when two of the carts came thundering passed us. Shaun pointed out that the pony slaves were still required to work out their muscles seven days a week; but on Sunday there was no added weight nor was there a man atop the seat directing them. As Shaun put it, "there's no such thing as a day off for a pony."
By the time we got back inside, the four slaves were all shivering from the final cold water rinse they'd just received, and thankfully my erection had disappeared as well.
Shaun made it a point to inspect each and every inch of the four slaves, even squeezing their balls to ascertain their level of pain tolerance.
He walked over to a small desk and returned with four folders, which were apparently sent with each slave from the courthouse.
"Damn you slaves got yourselves in a heap of fucking trouble, didn't ya?" Shaun said to them as a group.
"SIR, YES SIR" they all shouted in unison.
Walking up to the first slave in the line he looked him square in the face and said, "Damn boy, if I was you, I'd rather committed a worse crime than molestation. You know these slaves are going to find out one way or the other why you're here and when they do, you're going to be in a world of hurt. Just because them boys have their dicks all locked up for the week don't mean that
they won't find ways to make you feel real good up your ass boy. Four years worth of getting your ass and mouth fucked ain't going to be a pretty thing to watch."
Standing now in front of the second new slave, Shaun glanced down at the slave 's folder and then said, "Jesus Lord boy, you mean to tell me that old Judge Burger gave you five years for fucking your neighbor's sheep. That just doesn't seem kindly of Judge Burger if you ask me. But I guess that's why I'm not any judge. I'm guessing that since you like animals so much, that maybe we can find something `special' to keep you busy around here."
The third new slave didn't fare much better than the first two. "Says here boy that you've been convicted of stealing; now why on earth would you wanna go and steal some young boy's cherry for. Couldn't you find something that was legal for God's sakes? Eight years, leased. Now that's going to prove to be very interesting. You ever hear tell what slaves like you get used for during your lease program boy? Well, I suppose I could tell ya, but I ain't gonna."
It took a few extra minutes in front of the fourth slave, before Shaun began to speak. "Damn, another lease. Says here; that you've been convicted of two counts of fraud, one count of larceny and one count of public display of your dick. You're the kind of slave we like having around here. Nothing better than having a long term indenture living here. Fifteen years of being a slave should help you to see the light. Might even get you fit and trim by training you on the four pony wagon. Seems your lease holder is going to want you full of muscles and no brain in the sixty days we have to get you all nice and ready."
One of the two employees broke into uncontrollable laughter as he blurted out, "Hell Shaun, ain't any of our slaves got any brains after sixty days, what makes that one any different?"
All three men now laughed with abandon, leaving me to stand there and wonder what it was, that was so funny.
"Well, I suppose we best get started if we wanna finish up by lunch time. Nothing I hate was than having to work on a Sunday, let alone all day. So let's get this show on the fucking road", Shaun said as he quickly maneuvered passed me towards his working area.
I watched as the first slave was removed from his chains and led over to Shaun's table where he was eventually strapped down; after causing some commotion, which was met by the use of the slave prod.
"Well, Kevin, as you know, all slaves in the state have to have their nose rings. This particular one gets more than just a nose ring. Most slave's like him get worse, but I guess somebody has taken a liking to him. He's kinda cute in his own special way, but not something that I'd be fucking on a regular basis."
I simply nodded my head, indicating that I understood. I watched with a great deal of interest, as the new slaves cartilage was penetrated and ruptured by the weird pliers Shaun was holding. I was even more amazed at the apparent amount of pain it caused as the slave screamed and yelled; while the blood and snot flowed freely from his nose.
A stainless steel ring was quickly put through the gapping hole inside the slaves nose and then one of the workers added the steel ball between the two ends and sealed the ring shut. It didn't appear that anyone was concerned with the amount of blood lose, as Shaun went directly to the slaves balls and clamped a rather wide band around the scrotum and cock; thus making the slave's entire private parts stand out quite noticeably.
"Two by 00" Shaun said to one of the employees, who went over to a cabinet and returned with a sterile tray filled with everything Shaun would need to put the Prince Albert ring through the slaves cock.
I could tell that Shaun was a pro at body piercing, probably just because he' d done so many of them. Once the ring was in and secure, the slave got the blood removed from his upper lip and cheeks, along with the blood dripping down his cock.
"Consider yourself lucky that the judge didn't order you to be castrated. We
always get two or three every week that lose their balls and I can tell you from all that I've seen you'd best behave yourself unless you want us to petition the judge to have you emasculated", Shaun said with a certain amount of hopefulness that this slave would eventually fuck up and lose his nuts.
The slave was removed from the table and once again restrained in the chains, as the second slave was brought over.
Before the slave had be secured to the table, I heard John Henry saying something to the other slave; something about pissing on the floor. Shaun reached for his slave prod and went towards the poor slave, and applied the prod to the slave's freshly pierced cock head; which sent the slave into a fit of convulsions, which Shaun had seen countless times before.
Just as quick as the first slave, Shaun processed the second one and then surprisingly enough he skipped over slave number three and processed the fourth
slave.
When the last slave was bound to the table Shaun looked at him, and then handed me the slave's court folder. Highlighted, was the word, `castration'. Shaun installed the slave's nose ring, and this particular slave got his ears pierced, along with having his nipples pierced with the same size rings as was in his nose. "You wanna practice your skills on this slaves cock. I'll guide you through it all, and there ain't much harm you can do to a slave's cock anyway", Shaun asked me in a serious voice.
By now I was eager to show my worthiness, so I accepted the invitation to pierce the slave's dick. It was actually kind of nice poking a big hole in the bottom of his cock and sliding the big ring through it.
"You'll see a lot of slaves don't have dick rings like this. Them's the ones the other slaves have to keep an eye on, because those slaves like to think of themselves as the fuckers' while all the other slaves are the fuckee' s'. That's the fun around here on Sunday's if you're the kind of guy who likes to watch and listen to slaves getting fucked by a couple dozen other dicks. Some of them blacks got some mighty big dicks and they sure don't aim to please the pig bitch their fucking either."
"Well maybe later, I'll take a tour of at least one of the slave barns so that I'll have my own first hand account as to what goes on when the slaves aren 't out with their lease holders", I replied with my own version of seeming to be genuinely interested in watching countless amounts of rape.
Now that all four slaves had completed that portion of their processing; it was now time for the two employees to administer the required punishment to each of their butts, as outlined in their court papers.
"Normally", the one guy said, "we gag the slave so we don't hear his yelling and begging us for mercy. Hell, most of the time, new slaves would rather suck our cocks than to get a paddling or whipping. But seeing as how it's Sunday, I'm sure the good Lord would appreciate hearing these boys repenting for their sins against their neighbors."
Another round of laughter erupted and I could only stand there and observe; as I knew what the laughter was for, but I felt it highly inappropriate for me to join them.
"Best you stand back some Master Kevin. A lot of times slaves will piss, shit or even puke their breakfast up when they get punishment strokes. Hell some of these perverts get hardons and shoot a load of cock snot while they're getting a whipping", Shaun said in a `matter of fact' way.
Taking a few steps backwards, I found myself in line with John Henry and Shaun, as the two employees began administering the court sentence of punishment.
True to a word, the slaves mostly did just about everything Shaun said they'd
do, except to have an orgasm; but all four slaves had there cocks, sore or not, standing straight out and looking ever so inviting.
I had even been able to block out most of the yelling and screaming, but a good amount of it filtered inside my head; just enough to give my own cock a bit of an erection. I began to think that I wanted to trade places with either of the employees and administer some of the strokes myself, but I didn't dare bring it up. I couldn't help but to wonder if I had the make up and the genes within me to be such a person, as to desire and want to inflict pain and suffering on another living creature.
I pulled my camera out, and snapped a great deal of pictures of the four slaves. I got up close to their cocks, their noses and I made damn sure that I captured the results of all of their punishment marks. The two employees had done a wonderful job at not breaking the skin with the paddles and whips. If I' d have administered any of them, I'm almost certain that I'd probably would have caused some of the skin to break and bleed.
The stench was becoming more than I cared to endure, so I excused myself and went out for some fresh air; while Shaun spoke with the two employees.
By the time Shaun came outside, he was followed by John Henry and the three of us started making our way back down the knoll, towards the house.
A pony cart came fairly close, and Shaun used his authority to get the two slaves to stop dead in their tracks.
It wasn't a long walk back to the house, but I'm pretty sure Shaun just wanted to ride back, so we did. I even allowed my slave to ride on the back of the cart, thus keeping him close at hand. Memories of Windy Hills came to mind as we neared the house, but Shaun had the ponies take a different pathway, just so he could point out his cottage; in the event I ever needed him during the late night hours.
Shaun got down at his cottage and thanked me for the morning, but it was I who genuinely thanked him for such an opportunity.
Without saying a word, the two ponies trotted up alongside the back gate at the house and came to a stop; allowing me and the slave to disembark.
"So tell me boy, what does everyone do around here on Sunday?" I asked.
"Well Sir, most of the time I stay with my master, while the boys are downstairs making a video or just fooling around. Mister Shaun usually spends the entire day with Jordan in the cottage and the other slaves, well I'm sure you know what they'll be doing, if they aren't doing it already Sir,"
"So then, what you are trying to say is that you will be spending the day with me, doing whatever it is that I feel the need to do", I responded back.
As we made our way to my room, I began to feel that twinge in the pit of my stomach, you know; the one you get when you feel like getting a little `randy'
and step out of the box just this once.
I took my shower and had the boy clean me out and then the two of us laid on the bed and began watching a video. We hadn't gotten half way through, watching the two teens sucking and fucking one another when the door sprung open and both the Housemaster and housekeeper came sauntering in with the noon meal. I was surprised that they had brought enough for the two of us, but I didn' t question it; until they both had left.
I found out that it was a normal practice' here that whenever the master had a slave with him, on a Sunday, that the two would dine' as one. I thought that the idea was rather odd, but in the same sense it was rather a nice way to bond with one's slave boy.
We continued to watch the movie while we ate, and I hadn't even realized that when they brought us up our meal, that the two of us were naked sitting on the bed. It was too late for embarrassment, but after all that I'd been through already, having four more eyes see my body like this again was nothing to worry about.
I don't know what happened, or what came over me; but I shot off the bed like I'd just been electrocuted.
"I'm sorry John Henry, but I've really got to talk to doc." I said in a near panic.
"Sir, just push 87 on the phone over there and that will connect you to the phone in the basement", the slave said ever so politely, noticing my bewildered look.
It only took Doc a couple of minutes to arrive at my room; and I sent John Henry into the bathroom, with the door closed while I spoke to Doc about what was racing through my head.
To Be Continued.
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