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A Lesson In Time, Chapter Eighteen
Jordan's muscular body still continued to stand tall in front of my face, like a statue. Not even his hands were moving as John Henry once again began to speak; but much softer and with more compassion this time.
"Sir, please understand that I didn't want to have to do this to you Sir. Doc was standing behind you, showing me his clinched fist and arm; and from past experience I knew what he was ordering me to do. It isn't right, I know, to do such a thing to a free person, let alone a caring master such as you, is an abomination. I would have suffered greatly had I not done as ordered Sir. Even Jordan would receive some kind of demonic punishment."
I was about to respond to his statement, but he continued on; which was actually a benefit to me, as his words were coming from deep inside of his soul and I could easily feel his sincerity. I truly gave me an insight into a slave' s mind; one which I'd cherish for quite some time.
"Sir, even though there are no cameras recording this event, there are several cameras sending our activities upstairs and I'm sure that at least one person is observing us. They can't hear what we're saying but if we linger to long it will only cause harm. Jordan and I, in the beginning used to be the best of friends here until my master and Doc worked him over so much that his mind surrendered and look at what they've turned him into. If I get as much as a dozen words a week out of his mouth, I consider myself lucky. We've got to get finished up in here before Doc come back."
All that I could think to say was "Okay, let's get going then"; and before I knew it, John Henry was twisting his hand slowly as he extracted it from my ass. A gentle tug on my hair, pulled my head up just enough to where my lips were only inches away from Jordan's dick. "Now Sir, you'll need to open up so that Jordan can empty himself Sir."
I did as John Henry instructed, for fear of causing anyone some form of punishment or pain. Jordan gently placed his dick on my tongue and released his piss, which tasted the worst of any I'd tasted so far. With my lips sealed around his cock, Jordan began a slow and methodical thrusting.
I wasn't the least surprised when his cock hardened, and deposited another sizeable amount of sperm into my mouth. I'm guessing that he doesn't get many
opportunities to ejaculate, thus his ability to recover so rapidly.
"Okay then", John Henry said. "Now that we've taken care of Jordan's little
situation there, we'd better get the two of you cleaned out."
Jordan dropped to his hands and knees in a flash as John Henry non-decrepitly told me that I had to administer Jordan's anal cleaning. Thankfully, since I 'd experienced them a number of times over the last ten days I had a good sense to know what and how to do it.
I was appalled to see just how much seminal fluid came out of his butt, knowing all to well that it was canine sperm. After four flushing's, Jordan's insides were squeaky clean and then he proceeded to indulge himself with his task of cleaning out my guts.
"I know that you were just shaved a few hours ago Sir, but it is routine and
mandatory that any and all slaves using the shower and downstairs facilities get shaved properly. So I'll tend to Jordan and he will go over your body, which shouldn't take long."
I moved back, out of the way; watching as Jordan's body was lathered and razored smooth. I couldn't help recalling the sweet taste of his cock and sperm, which seemed to attract me to him.
When it came time for my shave, Jordan seemed expressionless as he started scrapping a new razor over my face and worked his way down. It bothered me to a certain extent, when he lifted up my new nipple rings to devoid my body of any remnants of male existence. My tits were still quite sore, but with all the other activities going on, my brain seemed to avoid telling me that my nipples hurt.
Jordan took an exorbitant amount of time shaving my pubic region and cock shaft. His gentle nature prevailed when he gathered up my testicles in one hand and ran the razor over each of my bound nuts.
It wasn't until he was done, gently sliding his hands over my body and groin one last time, checking for stubbles missed, that I realized just how erotic, sensual and sexy my skin made me feel. It was a whole new world, being a grown man without body hair. I happily began to spring a stiffy.
Jordan's bathing my body with soap and a soft coral sponge added to my heightened sense of sexual prowess. I found myself holding onto him as if he was a long lost love from somewhere deep in another life.
I brought one hand up and gently lifted his nose ring out of the way and brought my lips to meet his, holding his body against mine as if I never wanted to let go. Jordan's hands slid down my back and graciously cupped my butt, with gentle, loving squeezes. Both of our bodies, now flesh on flesh, became one, as our two independent cocks found comfort in rubbing against each other. The complexity of having a catheter up my dick didn't even seem to phase my raging erection.
I returned the favor, and started to scrub Jordan, as he to me; but I'm sure that I wasn't being as gentle with him. Scrubbing his back, brought many things to mind, as my eyes saw, my hands felt, and my emotions saddened, with each healed lash mark that came into view. I couldn't comprehend for the life of me, how any human could have inflicted such horror on another; but then, too, I had learned of this in college, seen several pictures, but nothing prepares you for the first real image.
I seemed to savor washing Jordan's butt crack, noting like before the swollen lips which sort of left me with the impression that his ass must look something like mine, after I had that abomination of a plug up my ass for the afternoon, walking around and stretching my flesh.
I let the sponge fall to the floor, as my soapy hand made contact with his pucker hole and that one small act of kindness produced a pleasant moan from his mouth. I continued to trace my fingers around the entrance of his ass and Jordan relaxed enough to allow himself to lean forward; bracing his two hands against the wall, and spreading his feet even further apart.
I continued to have those weird feelings about Jordan, forgetting that John Henry was even in the same room with us. Allowing the water from the overhead nozzles to roll down into Jordan's ass crack, seemed to massage the soreness away, at least for the time being, as he continued to emit the quiet moans and groans of a man in some form of passion.
Kneeling down behind him, I used one of my hands to reach between his legs; grasping, rather gingerly his scrotum and massaging the two meaty orbs. With my other hand, I applied a mild amount of pressure on the crack of his butt exposing this pucker hole once again. For whatever reason, good or bad, I moved
my face right up in between the slave's two meaty globes and placed my mouth
right onto his pucker.
For an eternity, or what seemed like one, I tongued outside and inside of Jordan's ass, while the water continued to bath us both in a warm sensual manner. The slave's hips bucked and swayed slowly, almost as if they were moving to the rhythm of some piece of music.
My nipple rings didn't hurt, the hose up my cock seemed non-existent as now the fingers up my own ass brought me even closer to my own personal reality. John Henry's actions behind me, coincided with the action I was playing out on Jordan's ass. I should have known that John Henry was not going to pass up an opportunity to demonstrate some mild form of supremacy over another male's body, but I really didn't mind it at all. This truly was the first time that I felt free to act as I wanted to, needed to and desired to. It was a lesson, brought on by my own personal demands; it was, `a lesson in time' for which, just this once, I was happy about.
It wasn't long before our frenzy came to an end, as we three stood around shaking off the drops of water from our bodies; lucky for us, that Doc took this time to appear in the outer portion of the shower and toilet area.
"It looks like all three of you have gotten yourselves all cleaned and properly shaved for the remainder of the day", Doc said, as if having not the faintest clue that we'd just had an intimate time amongst the three of us. "Let' s get each other dried off real good, so we can get things moving along. It won't be much longer before your evening meal is ready."
The three of us busied ourselves by carefully drying one another's body. In my moment of `freedom', I'd forgotten about the hand mitts, until Doc gave them to Jordan, telling him to put them back onto me. Jordan's slow movement to accept the mitts seemed almost deliberate.
I had closed my eyes, knowing that if I didn't that I'd probably would have seen at least one of the slaves with a less than jubilant expression. The faint click of the two locks, allowed me to re-open my eyes to discover that Doc was now holding an even larger butt plug.
This plug he handed to John Henry, but did mention that perhaps the slave should consider using copious amounts of lubricant prior to inserting it up my ass. From his pocket, Doc handed John Henry a tube of grease which the slave quickly slopped all over this ominous looking object; as Jordan eased me to the floor and positioned me so that I'd receive the butt plug in a proper position, one which I hoped would allow me not to suffer to badly.
As Jordan guided my forehead to the floor, he could detect the look of terror on my face, so he gently ran his hands through my hair as John Henry began to insert the `demon'.
Why I allowed this to even happen, I don't know. I could have stopped this sadistic fantasy of Doc's had I honestly wanted to. I could feel my body stretching, yearning to break away from this invader, but I remained in place until my yelling and screaming had subsided and my eyes had no more tears to surrender.
It fucking plug felt like it weighed four or five pounds, at least; but I managed to get up onto my knees and look up at Doc; as if not wanting him to think I was some kind of pansy ass, spoiled rich kid from the city.
"Excellent Kevin, you took it like a slave should have taken it, but you've forgotten a couple of things", Doc said with a smile.
I knelt there, thinking what it was that I'd forgotten but came up clueless.
"All slaves, when they kneel such as you are, are required what placement of their hands?" he asked in such a way as sound more like a teacher than a master.
Instantly I put my mitted hands atop my head, pushed my chest out and sucked in what stomach I could; receiving a congratulatory remark from Doc.
"One more and your through Kevin. Think hard."
Time momentarily stood still; I couldn't think of what he was expecting me to do. I looked to my left and noticed that both of the slaves were now kneeling and positioned as I was, but I was still clueless.
Then out of no where I said, "Sir, thank you Sir". That brought another smile and remark from Doc, which pleased me as well.
Doc made a rather vulgar comment about my piss dribbling on the floor and quickly bent the protruding tip of the catheter over on itself and slide a tiny clamp over it; thus cutting off anymore mess on the floor. Jordan quickly crawled over and licked the floor clean; apparently knowing that my piss would have brought out another rule infraction.
Through the open door way came the housekeeper and the Housemaster; bringing us what I assumed was our evening meal. Nothing like last night, I assure you. No cookout, cold beverage and no conversations.
"Before everyone gets all excited about dinner, I believe there is the small matter of a punishment due. I don't want to ruin my dinner thinking about having to punish a slave afterward, so let's just settle up right now and then everyone can have a good meal and retire to their own rooms for the night", Doc said as if he'd made this same speech a thousand times before.
The look from Doc was all I needed to see; to know that he had me in mind for my first taste of a punishment. The Housemaster came forward and brought me into the adjoining room; while the two slaves followed behind Doc and the housekeeper, who apparently was keen on watching me feel pain since she didn't get total satisfaction from before.
I was draped over what was known as a punishment horse and the two slaves were made to fasten my limbs to the corresponding steel rings near the bottom of each of the legs.
Flabbergasted to say the least, when the housekeeper was told that she could arrange my appendage; which meant that she came up from behind me and by reaching between my outstretched legs was able to make sure that my bound balls, and now, limp cock were properly placed so that they could be seen from behind.
I was more than humiliated by her actions, not understanding why Doc would allow a female to touch me in such a way; but now, thinking back to my own situation at home, I'm certain that both mom and my sister had probably handled MoMo's cock and balls too, but not perhaps for the same reason or same situation.
I was unable to hear much, probably because what was being said was done in a whisper; but I did see Doc pass in front of me, making his way over to one of the many cabinets which hung menacingly from the wall.
Moments later, Doc began to address the small gathering; much like one would do perhaps at a meeting among new acquaintances. Listening to Doc speak, I was glad that I couldn't see what he was describing.
"This is a little something I picked up when I visited Central America earlier in the year. As you can probably tell, this instrument is an exact replica of what some of the indigenous people use there to bring a swift death to an animal which they've been hunting. In our case, all except for the onset of killing a slave, it is designed with the intention of inflicting uncertain pain and discomfort to a slave. Each of these twelve darts has been dipped in separate solutions. Each solution can and will produce a different reaction and sensation to the slave."
Just hearing the words death' and darts', sent a spine tingling bolt of fear running through my body.
"What we, you, can expect to witness here today might just enforce the true sense of slavery into your mind forever. None of the darts, needles actually, are identical. Each has their own purpose. There are differing degrees of discomfort and pain in each dart. Some will cause immediate pain, while perhaps another will encourage the slave to become erect. One might inflict a sensation of `burning' while yet another one might just be the small feeling of the needle stick. But at least this particular slave has the advantage, upper hand if you will. As you can see, he has consented to wearing a most beautiful butt plug. I intend to use the base of the plug as my target area. However, should any of the little darts miss the rubber plug it will most assuredly enter into the slave's smooth and beautiful buttocks or other exposed areas of the body. The slave, this time, can only hope that I've practiced enough so that all twelve of the miniature darts hit the base of the butt plug, and if I was to miss, then the slave can hold out hope that the dart which finds his flesh... is among the one or two which have not been tainted with sensory changing drugs."
I wanted to scream out and put a stop to this madness, but before I could; the Housemaster moved in and fixed a rather ominous ball gag into my mouth. Moments later, the two slaves were in front of me, each of them trying to sooth away my fears by massaging and kneading my shoulders and back. I had no frig' n idea what to expect from this point on, as the room was totally silent.
"You two slaves best step aside now, as should I be such a bad marksman you wouldn't want to be the recipient of a dart", Doc said in a stoic tone of voice.
Each of the slaves left me. Each of them also ran their hands over my butt and twisted my butt plug, as they returned to the safety of standing behind Doc, close to the two employees.
Instantly, yet not painfully, I felt the first needle stick into my left cheek. It felt no worse, if that, of getting a needle in a doctor's office.
Moments later, the sensation of warmth began to flood my body followed by a burning sensation; much like one you might feel when you got stung by a jellyfish. The needle had done its job, as the pain began to transfer itself into my entire cheek. I could feel my forehead began to break out into a profuse sweat, just before the second needle found its mark on my other cheek.
There was no burning sensation accompanying the needle. Instead, there was only the intense desire to scratch a persistent itch. The itchy feeling radiated down my right leg, which was beginning to drive me crazy.
I don't know if Doc was waiting for the two sensations to leave me or what; but nonetheless I didn't feel another dart/needle for awhile. Maybe Doc was just waiting a prescribed amount of time before he sent another dart to flight.
"As you can see, the slave has been rather fortunate this afternoon. I've managed to hit the target with the last three darts. The only drawback to this game is that none of us know if any of the three darts contained any altering medications." Doc said, followed by a diabolical burst of laughter. "At least our slave is getting a taste of the `real life' and I'm certain he will be able to condense his thoughts and feelings to words for his reports. Can you just imagine how well his senior college year is going to be, having first hand knowledge of the slave training business? Some of those rich college boys have their own slaves' right there with them in school, so perhaps Master Kevin will be able to impart his learned knowledge and experience to his fellow classmates."
Another dart hit my butt, this time sending my senses into overload; as my heart raced uncontrollably. I could feel my heart's rapid acceleration as it pounded against my chest wall as I lay over the top of the horse.
Following immediately behind the last dart, another dart found its mark on my
right upper leg. Even if this latest dart had been doped, with all the other
sensations coursing through my body I'd most likely not discern what its intention was. My entire upper body was now awash with perspiration as I awaited
the next dart, but once again there was a lull in the torment.
"Only two darts remaining", said Doc, now with a sense of sadness in his voice.
I knew, even if everyone else didn't, that Doc had to know which darts contained what. He's not the sort of man that would randomly inflict pain on another human without knowing what to expect.
I'm not sure what exactly happened after the last two darts found their marks. They both came one right after the other. The first of the darts, purposely aimed, found the soft tissue on the underside of my cock, while the last remaining dart pierced the taut flesh of my right nut. I fainted from the pain, unaware of anything until I awoke.
By the time I regain my functions, I was already off of the table and was now kneeling on the hard floor, with both of my arms held firm bound out to my sides; with my ankles kept apart by some form of metal bar. I had a raging headache and my mouth was parched. With my head simply hanging down past my shoulders, my eyes focused on the only other thing there, my cock. The hose was once more attached to a plastic collection bag, nearly full and I could see that my cock had apparently suffered little or no damage from the dart.
I flexed my butt muscles, to detect the presence of the butt plug; only to find out, sadly, that it was still embedded up my ass.
For the strangest of unknown reasons, the thumping sensations of my headache seemed to transmit themselves down to my newly pierced tits, causing them to emit a discomforting feeling.
The room was so quiet; one could have heard a dust ball moving. As my eyes began to focus more clearly, I slowly raised my head to see the two slaves kneeling against the wall. Other than the two slaves, the room was void of habitation.
Once the slaves realized that I was back to `normal, they both eagerly approached me. The first thing they did was to afford me a bottle of nice cool water.
John Henry instantly began making excuses for Doc's behavior, to which I'll never understand; while Jordan brought over my, now cold, dinner. It wasn't much, but my stomach was making those funny growling sounds, so any food was much appreciated.
While Jordan forked the food up to my mouth, John Henry began to wipe my back and butt down with a soft cloth which, by the smell, had been soaked in some form of antiseptic solution.
What little John Henry spoke of, made me feel a lot more at ease with my current situation. The gist of it all was that after I finished my meal, the three of us would be allowed to retire to my room for the remainder of the night and would not be interrupted.
I had finished eating, and the front of my body was receiving a decent rub down from the cloth, when Doc entered the room. He seemed happy and content, although only for himself, as he approached.
"I was worried that you'd not wake up for quite some time Kevin", he said with a faint hint of remorse (an act); "I'm sure by now that one of the boys has filled you in. At least now, you've learned that a slave has no control over what his master, owner or lease holder can legally do with or to him. I'm hopefully that your session has not left distaste towards me, the staff or the two slaves. It was only something, that you stated, that you wanted to experience. There was, nor is there, any simple way to demonstrate such without inflicting even the mildest form of pain such as you experienced."
Not wanting to add any negative feelings towards Doc, I simply agreed with him and thanked him for his concern and `kindness'.
The slaves began to release my arms, as Doc explained the reason for my being
kept kneeling; to which I could almost believe.
While still kneeling, Doc removed the leather bindings which had for the better part of the day, kept my balls trapped deep within the lower region of my scrotum. I could feel the blood starting to move freely, which felt rather nice.
Now with my ankles free to move about, the slaves eased my body down so that I was lying flat on the floor; while Doc left momentarily, returning with a syringe. Attaching the syringe to the catheter, he extracted the water from inside the small retention balloon; followed by a rather speedy extraction of the rubber hose. Feeling the hose slide out of my cock; sent a rush of sexual adrenalin racing through my dick.
Jordan was given the task of disposing of the collection bag and used catheter; while Doc examined my dick and balls, checking for any damage.
"Tomorrow, Kevin, might I suggest that you use the morning hours to complete any work which your company requires of you and then perhaps after lunch we can take you on a more extensive tour of some of our other buildings. Most, I' m sure, will demonstrate the high quality of training our slaves receive here. Without the training, we could never qualify a slave to bring in our required fees for the leases."
"Thank you Sir, that's most kind of you. And thanks for the use of the slaves as well Sir. They've both been most helpful Sir", I said; trying my best to sound forthright and dignified.
"You are most welcome Kevin. When you communicate with your company please pass along my best regards to your father for me, won't you."
"Yes Sir, that won't be a problem Sir, as I'm sure my father will be most anxious to get my report of the weekends activities."
Doc just smiled and walked out of the room, as the slaves helped to get me up
onto my feet. They had to hold me firmly, while my legs got there sense of balance back; and then the three of us headed upstairs, the two slaves following behind me as if admitting that I had now returned to being a master.
Arriving in my room, I was surprised to see that the bed had been turned down, a tray containing coffee and pastries sitting along side and most odd of all, there was a small pile of clothes on the bed.
I began looking at the clothes, which were nothing more than a crisp pair of pink shorts, a skimpy pair of pink low cut undies and a pink tank top. I had no idea why they were there, perhaps someone may have anticipated that I might enjoy remaining a slave for yet another day; but I handed the clothes to John Henry and he swiftly placed them in the dresser.
"Perhaps Sir would desire us to remove his plug and then follow up with a nice warm bubble bath before retiring?" John Henry asked, waiting my response.
"Thanks, thanks very much. Yes, I'd like that. I think I' d enjoy it after the day I've had."
Jordan was summoned to start the bath water and by the time I got there, I had realized just how silly my last remark must have sounded. Of course I had a tough day, but don't these slaves have days worse than mine, every day of the week.
"Since the tub is big enough to have a party in, why don't you two guys join me. We can relax together and talk. We'd get to know each other better that way, and I'm sure it's been a long time since Jordan has had the company of another for so long."
Jordan quietly walked out of the room but returned with the tray of coffee and pastry; there was a hint of a smile, finally, on his face.
As I started to kneel down so that my plug could be removed, I smiled at the two slaves, saying "I guess we can all share the one cup that they left for me, and then too, we probably can share more than just the coffee, if you guys want to."
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