This story is (C)Copyright 2006, by TM. All World Wide Rights Reserved. This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without prior written permission. A Lesson In Time, Chapter Seventeen I instantly looked around, hoping beyond hope that John Henry was here. I knew better than to think he'd have completed his work and gotten here this fast, but now... now, I was truly nervous and skeptical about what I was thinking and that which I was about to hear. There continued to be a silence, which seemed to have increased in the entire barn area; as all of the slaves, except the newer ones, were waiting to hear a reply to the question. I feared that if I was turned over to these slaves that I would be ravaged beyond repair and that my mental status would be shattered like chards of fine crystal. "Sorry boys", began Doc, "but as you can see... this slave isn't one which belongs to me for use as I see fit. If you notice, he's wearing a plug which prevents anyone of us from mounting his fine ass." "But Sir", a distant voice came forward, "I've seen slaves like him before when I lived in Colorado and they were always available for sex. Their main purpose in life was to be used sexually, as I certainly remember all of the ones just like him were wearing the pink pouches." Another slave spoke up saying, "it's not like he has to do manual labor all day, everyday, six days a week like the rest of us. He gets to sit around all day and suck dick and primp himself all pretty for the masters and the guards. I hear tell that they even like to get fucked most times compared to sucking dick Sir". "True, it's all true that which you say, but perhaps you don't quite understand the color pink. It signifies that the slave is new to his life and has little or no known experience in such matters. This slave is one of those, and he must remain intact until he consummates his relationship with his new master", Doc said; to the extent that even I almost believed him. "However", chimed in Shaun, "Anal sex is prohibited, but I'm sure our illustrious employer and master would agree that the slave could still service a few fine cocks and perhaps even a shower or two or three before you slaves get
fed." There was a stagnant look between Doc and Shaun, almost as if Shaun was challenging Doc's statement. Doc looked in my direction and then to Shaun and finally spoke. "Well, if I permit such activities, you slaves only have about thirty minutes before meal time." Another pause and then Doc, with one final look at me said, "Just this once shall I allow the new slave to be subjected to oral copulations and piss showers; but only for thirty minutes. And mind your manners around the slave's piss tube. I don't want any problems with it or him later, so keep your distance." I saw Doc whisper something into Shaun's ear and then I watched him walk out of the barn, turning towards the main house. There was an instant uproar amongst the slaves, as hands began grabbing at me and pulling me to an area which had just been strewn with fresh straw. I heard Shaun telling me to `go with it'; as if I really had a choice. I was forced to kneel, as someone from behind kicked my legs further and further apart; while slaves grabbed my arms and held them out to my sides. My eyes flashed around like a camera with a high speed lenses, absorbing all of the
naked flesh beginning to descend upon me. Most of the slaves had erections, and most of them had been permitted to grow their hair back; but regardless of status in this barn, they all had the all too familiar nose ring. There was such an array of men that it was almost overwhelming; seeing the differences in their muscular and skeletal makeup, not
to mention the differences in the breadth of their cocks. The slaves didn't take long before ordering me to open my mouth, which I did; filled one after the other, while they drained their piss into my stomach. There were some who commented on the simple fact that the piss was running out
almost as fast as they emptied their bladders; which quickly made one of the men summon a slave he called pussymouth'. I only caught a small glimpse of this particular slave, as he moved in between me and the slave standing in front of me. This pussymouth' scurried to lay flat on the bed of straw, with his mouth open just below the dangling end of my catheter. The only thing that I vividly remember about this one slave was, that when the guy pulled his cock from my mouth, I was able to look down toward the straw and all I could see was a freshly shaved cock that had a Prince Albert. My eyes, I thought, had betrayed me; as I continued to stare. This one slave, didn't have any testicles, NONE! All I could assume was that he was castrated for a specific reason or purpose; but I didn't want to think about it at the moment, as another slave presented his cock to my mouth. I probably only had ten or so cocks drain themselves into my mouth, before one slave came over and pushed me sideways, sending my own hairless body tumbling onto the rough bed of straw. There was some commotion and shouting going on, before the eunuch slave came over and straddled me, with his face over my crotch and his cock dangling directly above my mouth. Once again, my limbs were picked up and pulled upward and out, away from my torso as the eunuch began to lower his cock to my mouth. Thankfully the poor slave's Prince Albert wasn't as big as some which I'd seen; and I was able to get it into my mouth without any difficulty. As I began tasting the slave's piss, I was sure that my own body was gravitating piss through the catheter. I seemed as if it was nothing more than a continuous recycling of urine. I was more in tune, or so I thought, to the words, voices, and actions of the other slaves. One of them, or at least it felt as only one, had positioned himself between my outstretched legs and was beating on the base of the butt plug; encouraged by some of the other slaves to twist it... hit it harder'. Whatever he was doing only enticed my cock, as I could feel the blood rushing back and forth through the tender veins lying just below the skin. Adding to my torment and excitement, two more slaves were called upon to pressure' my balls. Each of my separated nuts was being held in a slave's mouth
while he sucked and squeezed it, causing a moment of pleasure followed by a second or two of discomfort. "Five more minutes left", exclaimed Shaun as I was nearing wits end. In an unexpected move, the men who still needed to relieve themselves came up and began to urinate all over me and the eunuch slave beneath me. From head to toe,
including my armpits and feet, the men drenched me like a sponge floating in the ocean. The acrid odor of urine penetrated my nose to the point that my mind made me actually think I was a urinal. Several hard slaps on my piss streaked butt, got my attention; as I pulled myself up and off of the slave beneath me. My eyes, still fixed on his lack of testicles, made me keenly aware that such a thing could happen to just about anybody around here. As I stood up, looking around at the slaves beaming from ear to ear I saw several more of the ball less slaves; I couldn't help but to feel a great deal of sympathy for them, as their hairless, nutless bodies stood out from all the
rest. My gazing about, ceased the second I noticed John Henry standing by the barn door with the look of defeat on his face. I suppose that there was a logical reason behind his expression and I wouldn't forget to ask about it later on in the evening. Shaun barked out some orders for the two guards and the slaves and the commanded me to follow him outside. Once outside, and joined by John Henry, the two of us were told to walk back to the house and get downstairs and get cleaned
up. I think his exact words were, "You're to fucking nasty looking and smelling to ride back with me." I probably would have said the same thing, faced with one slave that dripping with piss, his pink jockstrap drenched and the other one soaked with perspiration from the walk up to the barn. We watched as the electric cart sped off towards the cottage, and it didn't take but a few steps to remind me that I still had the plug shoved up my ass. "I'll be happy when I get the plug out", I calmly said. "Well, I'm sure it will feel good too, but don't forget that Doc said he wanted you to keep it in until bedtime", replied John Henry. "Yes, I understood him quite clearly, but after what I've just been through I think the plug, and mitts can come off now and my nuts can be untied" I said rather abruptly, not wanting this particular slave to feel as if he had some dominate right to tell me what or what not to do. The tone of my voice must have had the desired effect as John Henry once again responded to my words. "Sir, yes Sir... but Sir... if what you said to Doc was
really what you wanted to experience, wouldn't it be more appropriate to speak with him first and tell him why you are desiring to end your experiment, Sir?" Lightning fast, I shot back yet another, more `attentive' comment. "Listen boy, I'm a free man, and un-like yourself, I have the freedom and will to do as I so please. Once we're back in the house, you'll behave yourself and get me nice and clean, ridding my body of this rancid odor. I have no desire to enter into a war of words with a common slave such as you!" "Yes Sir, sorry Sir", John Henry said as he eased himself slightly behind me, following me like a proper slave should, instead of feeling as if were my equal. Almost to the house, I stopped and turned around to face the slave, whereby I proceeded to ask him, "why was it that you had such a sullen look on your face when I saw you in the slave barn?" I watched John Henry gather his thoughts for a minute before he began speaking. "Well Sir, it's just that I've never seen a free man, let alone a master such as yourself, expose himself to the day to day drudgery of being a slave, especially wanting to experience the degradation and humiliation of one newly indentured Sir." Trying to sound sincere, honest and with consideration of John Henry's status as a slave I began to respond to his statement. "It's like this; if you want to be good at something, you have to learn from the bottom up. I suppose, because of my dad, that I could simply assume a higher role in the company but
it's not the way my parents raised me. To be good at something, at anything, it takes time; such as yourself for example. Life is a lesson in time. Time to learn, to play, to socialize and time to reflect. So, you see, I'm using every moment of my time, to learn all that I can while I'm out from under the watchful eyes of my mom and dad. This way, when they see me again, they'll see just how much I've absorbed over the summer. Everybody that works for my dad has started from the `bottom' of something or somewhere. How would you like it, if say, your first master or lease holder had absolutely no experience with owning or working a slave. It wouldn't be at all good for you and surely it would only prove to be frustrating for your master. You could have been seriously injured or worse boy." John Henry's expression said it all. He looked as if he had just been given a reprieve of sorts. "Sir, thank you so much Sir", I had other thoughts and ideas in my head as to why Sir was doing all of this and now that Sir has explained it to me, I feel so much happier Sir. Thank you Sir." I turned back towards the house and just as I began to take several steps, John Henry spoke. "Sir, excuse me Sir, but a slave isn't allowed passed the gate in our condition Sir. Might I suggest that we first use the garden hose to rinse our bodies off, before we step onto the pool deck and into the house?"
Without answering the slave, I allowed him to lead me to where the hose was located and he dutifully rinsed the urine from my body and the sweat from his. We both stood still, allowing the remnants of sunshine to partially dry us off as we remained silent; with me admiring the youthfulness and exuberance of
John Henry's body, even though he was only a year younger than me. When I looked at him, I saw some of myself, albeit the body sizes, penis dimensions or the hairless look; I could see something of myself show through. Perhaps there was more to this slave than I knew, or perhaps there were some underlying reasons I was feeling the way I was. Making our way into the pool area, I saw Doc and the Housemaster conversing under one of the umbrellas and all I got from him was a casual wave and a ` see you in just a minute Kevin'. In the kitchen, the two of us got an evil eye from the housekeeper and then all hell broke lose as she began yelling at me, of all people, because I'd forgotten about my catheter, which was now dripping piss onto her clean floor. I
immediately went to squeeze off the open end, and saw John Henry drop to his
knees and begin to lick the piss from the floor. I couldn't believe how intimidated this old woman made me feel, if even for just a brief moment; but I did manage to apologize to her just as Doc entered the house. The housekeeper quickly and without regard for me, began telling Doc of the incident, which still kept John Henry on his knees cleaning up the floor. "It appears to me", Doc began saying, "that neither of the slaves has shown much if any remorse for their transgressions. I suppose that leaves me little to no alternative but to see to some form of punishment for both of them." "Well Sir, I surely hope that you wail on them real good tonight Sir", the old bitty said with a sour tone in her voice. "Okay you two boys, get on downstairs and tend to your bathing and I'll be down shortly", was all that Doc said as he moved passed me and into another part of the house. Being downstairs away from everyone else, seemed to settle my emotions somewhat, even though I knew that Jordan was just down the hall with his cage mate. John Henry made quick work of removing my wet jockstrap, but just as he was about to untie the leather from around my balls, Doc walked into the room. "Let's leave the leather on for now, as I feel that master Kevin appreciates the feeling of being one of the slaves here today", Doc said in one of his more sinister voices. "But Doc", I started to say, "I've decided that I've had enough for one day and perhaps enough to last a lifetime." "Nonsense master Kevin", Doc replied. "You've had but an inkling of what a slave endures. True, you've seen much before today and perhaps today has allowed you a small glimmer of what it is like for a slave; but, I believe that your desire' as you've stated to me, was to be a slave until bedtime. So, let 's not hear anymore about stopping now, as I think you'll perhaps enjoy parts of the evening." I pondered, momentarily, a response to Doc's statements, knowing that what he said was correct, but not wanting to continue on. "Well Sir, it is true that I wanted originally' to live a slave's life for the day but after what just happened in the barn, I'm not so sure I'm cut out of the same cloth as they are." Doc seemed to have the right response to every comeback I said. "True Kevin, quite true, but one mus'unt give up so easily. I'm sure that after a nice warm shower and cleaning that you'll feel a hundred percent better and ready to
accept the remainder of the day in good spirits and faith." I made a quick response, which all but sealed my fate for the remainder of the day and it seemed to please Doc very much. "Good Kevin, very good. Now let me just go get the key for your mitts and then John Henry can clean you properly. Now, while I'm gone, if you'd kindly assume the proper slave position, while John Henry cleans himself first." Doc stood still, waiting and watching as I dropped to my knees and placed my mitted hands atop my head, then Doc left in search of the key to unlock my hands. John Henry was quick to enter the shower stall and administer his own enema and then proceeded to scrub himself clean, followed by a quick razor to his body. I couldn't help but turn my head towards Doc as he came back in. In his hand was a long chain, which by every indication was attached to something. Once Doc stopped, the chain kept showing signs of slack, and before I knew it; Jordan was crawling into the room. John Henry and Jordan both stared at each other as if they'd not seen one another in decades. It was as if there was, or had been, some former connection between the two slaves. Doc removed the chain from Jordan's collar and without saying a word, Jordan crawled over to and in to the shower. By now, all I could see was John Henry' s face, but that was enough. "I'll be back in time so that the three of you can have your evening meal. I want to see three squeaky clean slaves by the time I return", and with that Doc tossed the key to my mitts on the floor and left the three of us alone. Jordan instantly rose to his knees and the two slaves embraced one another for what seemed like an eternity. The embrace turned to kissing, very passionate kissing. Then turning to me, John Henry simply ordered me over to join the two of them. He watched, as did Jordan as I tried miserably to crawl over on my hands and knees. The instant I was next to Jordan, he twisted himself in such a way, as to be able to get his head underneath my stomach and began to actually sniff me like a dog does. From beneath me, he moved behind me and began sniffing my ass, butt plug and all. "It's his nature to sniff. All dogs sniff out other dogs, and since you crawled over to him, he assumes you are nothing more than a canine like him. Just let him sniff and get it over with" John Henry said sadly. Before I could comprehend Jordan's full behavior, he moved in front of me; placing his butt close to my head. "He wants you to sniff him and if you ain't going to sniff him, then he expects you want to fuck him, since he's nothing but the bitch down here", John Henry said in a way to make it sound as it was an explanation more than an order. I wasn't about to stick my nose in Jordan's butt, just for the simple reason that it was all red, swollen and had seepage. I could even see that Jordan' s back was laden with scratch marks, presumably from the dog which he'd been caged with. I tried to comprehend how any human being could want, let alone desire, to be mated with a beast such as a dog. My thinking was interrupted by a weird noise coming from Jordan's mouth. "The bitch is calling out for you to mate Sir, and until she gets fucked she' s going to keep on making that sound. She's in heat this time of the month and needs cock all the time Sir", John Henry said rather solemnly. The thought of fucking Jordan's ass wasn't repulsive in the least, but knowing that a dog had already fucked it countless times was another story; but I somehow blocked such thoughts from my mind as my own cock began to react. "While you are fucking her, I'm going to go ahead and start your own enema, because all slaves receive at least two cleanings a day around here. So the sooner you mount the bitch, I can get started and maybe, just maybe, we'll all be ready for Doc's inspection by the time he returns." My mitts were removed and I eased myself up onto Jordan's body; being careful to support most of my own weight myself, with only my hands resting on his hips. Then out of the darkness of my mind, I realized that fucking him was impossible. I no sooner pushed myself away from Jordan and John Henry was beginning to laugh out loud. "I was wondering when you would realize that you couldn't fuck the bitch; not with that rubber hose shoved up your slave cock", John Henry managed to say in between his fits of laughter. But, I didn't see the humor in it, as my brain and my own cock were just starting to work together towards the goal of forming an erection and the penetration of the bitch's ass. "I'm sorry for laughing Sir, really I am; but it was just too funny Sir. It wasn't meant as a joke Sir, honest. But it was rather nice to see how willing
Sir was to needing to fuck the slave bitch Sir. It happens to others from time to time as well Sir, honest it does. Even I forget that I can't fuck a slave, with my Prince Albert in place; which really upsets me all the time Sir.
It doesn't seem fair, does it Sir, that a willing cock can't find the ass to fuck." I could have easily gotten mad or pissed off at the entire situation but with my mind and my cock still needing relief I couldn't ascertain any reasonable solution until John Henry once again spoke. "There is one way in which some relief for you, Sir, can be obtained Sir; that is if Sir would permit me." With all of the intimate visions of John Henry dancing in my head and the round soft fleshy ass of Jordan glaring up at me; all I could do was to simply say, "and what would that be, boy". "Well Sir, if Sir were to reach under Jordan; I'm sure that Sir will discover a partial solution to the situation Sir." I reached beneath Jordan, and moved my hands around to where I quickly discovered that his own cock was rock solid, and his balls were drawn up close to his body. "You mean, you think I'd want this slave to fuck me, right here in the shower?" "Well Sir, there would be more to it than that but yes, that is one solution Sir." John Henry spoke with determination. I was flabbergasted at his remarks and insinuations to say the least. But after the day I had already had, I needed some form of sexual relief. Quick to continue, John Henry said, "Sir, it is only normal that slaves such as us avail ourselves of any allowed free time to explore and enjoy one another's bodies Sir." I moved around to look John Henry in the eyes, and determined that he was, indeed, sincere in his comments and offerings; although I was more surprised that Jordan hadn't offered up his own opinion as of yet. "If Sir would permit me? I'll show Sir what I mean", the slave said, as he personally moved Jordan onto his back, positioned the slaves legs and took a moment, himself, to stroke Jordan's rampant hardon. Then as if he was directing a movie, John Henry got me kneeling over Jordan' s body to where I was staring down at his erection. The gentle pressure on the back of my head, from John Henry, was the beginning of an exciting time in my life. I had Jordan's cock in my mouth, sucking it slowly, savoring the taste and feel of the man's warmth. Jordan had my bound balls in his mouth, massaging, if you will, one and then the other. Without hair on them, it made Jordan's actions seem that much more intensified. I felt John Henry moving my butt plug slowly, and then in one constant motion he began to pull it out. I tried to suck cock and listen to John Henry's voice encouraging me to relax and release the plug. The plug came out, but the discomfort wasn't bad enough for me to lose the rhythm I had obtained while sucking the cock. One, two and perhaps even three of the slave's fingers entered my ass while Jordan continued administering a lavish admiration to both of my testicles. "If you cum Sir, it is not going to feel very nice. With that hose in your dick, it actually prevents you from having a normal sperm splash. Years ago I had the same experience and it hurt somewhat, but the thrill of cumming like this far outweighs the discomfort", John Henry said in a soft and caring tone. Carefully, I moved my right hand back to my cock and it was straining against the catheter and with the added blood flow it seemed almost impossible that I'd even experience the much needed orgasm. However, I wasn't going to allow any discomfort' to dissuade me from what I felt that I truly needed. I simply returned my hand to the tiled floor and continued sucking on Jordan's cock while the two slaves had their way with my body, mind and yes even my soul. I seemed lost. Lost in the moment perhaps, but lost just the same. I knew that my pending orgasm was only moments, seconds away; and at that moment Jordan 's cock erupted in my mouth and I nearly choked on the large amount of sperm that his cock sent splashing into my mouth. My body stiffened, the nerve endings on high alert for even the smallest of sensations as John Henry worked on my prostate gland. When what would have been a normal' ejaculation turned into something completely different, I froze, like a block of ice; my cock bouncing wildly beneath me while my sperm tried in vain to escape my piss slit. At the height of my ejaculatory experience, I felt a burning accompanied by a tremendous amount of pressure in my ass. Jordan remained diligent to his task without as much as a whimper, but reality set in quick enough when I realized that John Henry had worked his entire hand inside of my body. He knew, by my body motions that I was far beyond being scared when he quietly spoke; telling me that indeed his fist was now inside of me and that he had taken over control of my body. Jordan pushed himself out from underneath me and stood tall above myself and John Henry. I cast my eyes upward to meet his and I saw a satisfied expression flow over Jordan's face. Now it was up to John Henry to extract his hand so that we could get on with our showers and enemas. I should have known and understood, that when slaves have `free time', such as this, that they take full advantage of it. Much like the slaves up in the barns do, Jordan and John Henry weren't done yet. To Be Continued...
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