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A Lesson In Time, Chapter Twenty Three
As my eyes began to rapidly clear, it became evident that my brain wasn't clearing as fast as my eyes. The man standing over me still remained a stranger,
but somehow I knew that I'd seen him before.
The man standing off to the side of the first man also looked familiar; he's the one holding a video camera atop his shoulder. Then there was the younger man, this one naked, standing there with what looked like tears in his eyes.
The man dressed in jeans and black leather boots took another step towards me and knelt down. The next thing I know, he's taking hold of my dick and gently lifting it up and putting a plastic clamp over the end of the hose coming out of my cock.
After standing, the man said "All good sex slaves should learn to kiss the feet of their master".
Without really understanding what he was talking about, I kept my kneeling position but was soon greeted with his aluminum stick; as it sent a wave of shock through my upper arm and it felt as if it was going to blow my fingers off
of my hand.
"Now kiss the feet of your master, slave!" he bellowed.
I bent over and kissed the tops of both of his boots without any further need for an incentive.
"Fucking awesome", the man with the camera said; almost to the point of laughter.
A rope leash, much like the ones I'd seen used with horses was attached to my collar and the free end was handed over to the naked man.
"I'm going down to the stables and check on Jordan to see how he's coming along working by himself this morning." The man commented to both of the others. "Which ever pony, if any, was strapped to the mounting bench last night I' ll bring him back up and we'll see what we can achieve between him and this new slave."
Nothing more was said as the man turned and walked away. My leash turn taut and I was made to crawl over to what appeared to be one huge shower area. It too, looked familiar.
For whatever reason, all I could actually concentrate on was the form and beauty of the naked man in the shower with me; as the warmth of the water started to fall upon my back. I honestly couldn't remember who I was or what I was doing here, but I reasoned my lack of memory to the bump on my forehead.
I never gave it a thought, not the slightest bit of hesitation when all of a sudden I moved my mouth up and like a viper; I stuck the man's cock in my mouth. I wasn't even bothered by the steel ring dangling from his dick. I just kept my lips over my teeth while the metal passed over and onto my tongue. Moments later, the man stood still, as his cock flooded my mouth with his warm, salty piss. I swallowed it like a greedy savage, not wanting to share or spill even the slightest amount.
His hands washed my head and shoulders as his cock began to harden. I needed and wanted him to drive his cock deep into my throat. The sheer delight, not
forgetting the taste, seemed to heighten my desire to suck his dick until the man's sperm would fill my mouth and awaken my taste buds.
Unknowingly, my hands rose from the floor and held firm to the backs of the man's thighs as he began to fuck my face. It didn't take him long to empty his seed.
The man continued to scrub and wash every inch of my body, even lingering more at my ass; after he pulled out the black thing with some kind of tail attached to it. I could feel his finger or perhaps fingers, as he twisted them around, easily too, I might add.
It felt strange not having my butt stuffed; and I couldn't understand why would I have even wanted this object up inside of me, but I did. I almost felt... well, naked without it now.
Water from above continued to rain down, as I felt my guts begin to fill with water also. I looked underneath, and saw that my gut was beginning to show signs of distention. I wriggled my body, repositioned my knees, trying to alleviate some of the discomfort which was now starting to form in my stomach.
A brief interlude was given me while my own bowels released the water. I don' t know, nor cared, how many times this man filled me up and then allowed me to evacuate myself. I was finding it, for the majority of time, to be something strange, yet sensual.
When my shower and cleaning were over, I was then led into another area that somehow resembled an old fashion, demonic, chamber of horror. There were chains dangling from the ceiling, a wooden chair that looked foreboding, a wall with various implements for causing unimaginable pain and off to the far side of the room looked to be something resembling an examination table.
The man with the camera seemed to be filming not only me, but the rest of the room as well. I watched as the naked man placed the black object with the tail, onto the table; and then he returned to me.
I was told to kneel upright, which I did immediately. My hands were placed behind my head and then they were attached to my collar. My eyes kept moving, like some kind of radar; seeking to discover where I was, as it was slowly starting to make some sense to me.
The way I was kneeling, I couldn't see what, if anything was going on behind me; but I did hear the two men talking amongst themselves. It sounded as if they'd known each other for along time, just by the tone in each of their voices.
My knees began to hurt, as the rough floor started to dig into my flesh. I concentrated on the table for the most part; which seemed familiar. The longer I looked at the table, with disregard of the voices behind me; the more my brain began to regain some, not all, of its recollection.
I remembered seeing one, if not more men, on the table having various things being done to them. Yes, I remember now! The one slave having rings pierced through his flesh and another one getting his foreskin removed. Yes! Now what else can I remember?
My memory started to flood my brain cells with total recall. I knew where I was, and why I was here. It sure must have been one hell of a bump, for me to forget so much.
Not long afterwards, I heard the voice, which I knew belonged to Shaun. Then I saw all three men standing in front of me and I remembered the other names as well.
"Get the slave back down on all fours", Shaun said with a certain amount of anxiety.
Before I knew it, not only was I now back to having my hands on the floor; but a naked slave was in front of me. He was kneeling in the same direction as me. His head was on the floor, which raised his butt up almost to the same height as my head.
Shaun more or less pushed on my ass until my face was directly in contact with the slave's soft flesh. One more small push and my face was buried between the slave's butt cheeks. The odor was something I'd not ever smelled before. The unsavory texture and flavor of what I was licking off of and out of his ass was not the faintest bit familiar but I continued on.
Apparently I must have `performed' satisfactorily. The slave in front of me was unceremoniously pulled away from my face; and as he turned to crawl towards the shower, I noticed that it was the young slave from yesterday that had been pulling the carriage.
My hormonal level was nearing its peak, as I looked at the slave. He, how should I say, ... looked delectable. His cock was rock solid, yet still able to bounce off of his belly with each movement of his torso. I needed to suck his cock but wasn't afforded the privilege; as I myself was hauled over to and up on the table.
My limbs were bound in the same manner in which they'd been the first time I was on a table such as this, downstairs under the direction of Doc. Even my legs were placed in metal trays and pulled wide. Shaun had removed the butt plug from the table before I was hoisted up, and now my gapping hole seemed to be sucking in the fresh, cool morning air.
John Henry came to my side and stroked my cheek, still with a look of sadness on his face; which for whatever reason, I was still unable to figure out his personal sadness.
If I'd kept my eyes looking down my torso, I would have seen Shaun holding a length of pick ribbon. He commented, `pink always makes a pussyslave look so much more distinct for all to see'; as he began winding the ribbon around the base of my cock and balls. By the time he was finished, the ribbon had my nuts secured in the bottom of my scrotum and he even had them separated. " Matches the slave's collar, don't you think?" he questioned the man holding the camera.
As if I should have expected or known what was going to happen next; Shaun appeared hovering over me, with a look of satisfaction most apparent on his face. "I guess we should at least change out this sissy's tit rings for real ones", he said quite sincerely.
After swabbing my nipples he pried open the first ring and in what seemed like one constant motion, used the thicker and larger ring to push out the smaller one. The stretching of my already tender nipple caused me to yelp and to nearly speak out. My face broke out into a cold sweat as he, Shaun, looked on with pride in his task.
After the second ring was in place, Shaun once more wiped my nipples off and he was finished with that part of my experience.
"Well I suppose we ought to pack him now and get him ready for some good old fashion exercise. Most of them city boys either don't work out or they go to some fancy gym with their little juice and fruit bars", Shaun said almost sounding sarcastic.
The familiar cold and wet feeling in my ass alerted me that someone was filling my hole with some form of grease. "Best you take the tail off of the slaves old one and clip it onto his new one", Shaun said as he held the new plug in front of my eyes, just so I would see and know what was coming. It was by far the largest anal intruder I'd ever seen in my life.
I grit my teeth and exhaled for all I was worth as the largest part of the plug passed into my butt. It felt like somebody had just stuffed a watermelon up my ass. Not only was it uncomfortable, but it also was quite painful. I couldn't imagine some sex slave having to endure such a regimented program, but since I was the "rookie', I had to accept everyone's word as gospel. Certainly, there was not a man walking this earth that had a cock so big as to warrant stretching a slave's ass so much.
John Henry helps me off of the table and the butt plug became more evident, as my body tried to expel it unsuccessfully. Even the new nipple rings sent chards of pain into my brain cells. Along with everything else, I now needed to pee, which was seemingly something that none of the men or John Henry had considered.
I was led over to two bowls on the floor. One contained water and the other contained something that looked like brown oatmeal. It was then and only then that I was commanded to eat. This was the first, and hopefully the last time that I would have to eat like a common farm animal, but way back in the recesses of my mind, I knew that for two days; none of the free men would even consider allowing me a decent meal, let alone having utensils to eat with.
I ravenously ate the food, while the others talked and filmed my activity, and it always seemed that Shaun had something in mind for me. "Later, we'll just have to see how much the pussyslave has learned today. I think it will be quite nice to have him perform, up close and personal in front of the camera."
I didn't notice Jordan's arrival. All I cared about was why was I starting to get those `urges' again. I could sense that I needed sex, to fulfill these urges but somehow knew that the urges were just part of playing the role of a new sex slave. It could just be that my sexual frustrations were finally able to be free, but somehow I couldn't bring myself to believe that I'd stoop so low as to role play like this. Nonetheless, my thoughts remained fixed on the three naked forms in the barn.
In a short time, I was taken outside to witness my morning activity. There all shiny and bright was the carriage. It didn't take Shaun long to bind me to the shafts. "A new pony slave learns commands from the whip", he said. "But since you're really not a pony slave, I guess we could go a little easier on
you."
After I'd been told to open my mouth, Shaun slid a hard rubber bit in, all the way to the back of my jaw. It sort of felt like the corners of my mouth were being stretched. "Take him around and up to the main road and then back over the knoll and down past the work slaves and then return him to the horse barn", Shaun said to Jordan. I was shocked to see Jordan climb up onto the seat of the carriage.
Nathan, the cameraman, filmed while I was being fitted to the carriage and for a moment or two after Jordan cracked the whip over my head and commanding me to move.
It was no easy task pulling the carriage, none at all. It might not have been so bad if Jordan wasn't adding weight to the load. With every step I took, I could feel the bit in my mouth and the reins being pulled to the right or to the left. Jordan managed to maintain his silence until we were out of range of any man's hearing.
"Slow down if you want" Jordan said. "It's not like we have a certain time to keep and we sure as hell ain't in a race."
"Thanks", I replied; as the sharp sting of the carriage whip struck my butt.
"Don't get to carried away, and don't forget what Shaun said about being a slave for the next two days", came a low response from Jordan. "Just remember the `Sir' next time. It will do more good than harm if you remember that. If it was somebody but me, they'd have whipped you good and hard for being insolent.
"Yes Sir" I responded appropriately.
I pulled the carriage up the slow incline towards the main road, while weaving in and out the row of slave barns. The grass felt good on my feet, but the crushed rock of the driveway quickly began taking its toll.
Once I got to the main road, Jordan had me pull the carriage out into the road just enough for me to be able to turn the carriage around. It seemed like a simple enough task to perform, but the unexpected pickup truck coming to a halt while I maneuvered the carriage, caught me off guard.
The whistles and the name calling from the truck filled with high school boys, seemed so humiliating until Jordan told me to pay them no mind. "It's a normal thing around these parts for the kids to call out names like this. They probably are the kids that go home after school and fuck the sheep or their own sisters, just to have something to do."
What really took the wind out of my sails, was when one of the boys seemed to know what the color pink signified, as he called me even more dastardly names, filling his sentences with innuendos. "We'll stop in after school for a quick `fuck and suck'. I'll bet you'd like that wouldn't you. Ain't nothing better than having a pussyslave to eat my ass and swallow my cum." The one kid hollered.
Thankfully they didn't linger, as I heard the motor rev up with tires screeching behind us.
By the time we'd passed Shaun's barn, I was really getting tired, but I dare not ask for a rest period. Once again, the only relief I received was the soft blades of pasture grass under my feet.
Once over the knoll, we stopped at the horse barn; where Jordan released the clamp on my catheter and I could feel the steady stream of piss splash up from the hardened earth, making a distinct mark on both of my legs.
Just moments after his disappearance into the barn, Jordan returned with a bucket filled with water. Holding it up to my face, he allowed me to lap and suck as much water as I needed.
On the other side of the barn, I saw the horses playing in one of the smaller pastures. They looked so peaceful and magnificent. In the distance I could see three teams of pony slaves pulling their wagons and way off in the distance I could see the water wagon heading in the direction of the worker slaves.
I almost felt sorry for the slave pulling the water wagon, but if my memory served me correctly... he chose to volunteer to become a sex slave. I knew that not only was he delivering water, but more importantly he was providing the worker slaves with a depository for their urine and more than likely a quick blowjob while they waited their turn at the one slave that was anchored over a tree stump.
Jordan reined me so that I would be able to stay mostly beneath a beautiful canopy of trees, providing me with an abundance of shade. I never found the carriage pulling much of a challenge until it was time to go up a hill; then is
when my legs and feet really had to show their worth.
One never thinks of time, a day, or a week; once he or she is enslaved. Today, for me, was no different. I would not have even thought it was noon, unless someone had told me. Fortunately, my exercise regime returned me to the horse barn shortly after twelve and I was released from the carriage. My legs burned from the morning workout and my skin told me that I'd had enough sun for the day.
It wasn't long before the teams of slaves and the slave pulling the water wagon arrived and we all sat around with amounted to nothing more than a ` feedbag' hung from our heads. It was filled with chopped apples and pears, nothing else. It was the weirdest feeling to have to actually lower my head in to the small canvas bag and use my teeth and lips to grab onto a piece of fruit.
I really couldn't complain though; as the fruit seemed to give me an appetite to continue pulling the carriage. I would discover, in a short time,that my carriage pulling was over for the day.
The pony slaves started looking at me with more intensity than they originally had. Even the pony slave that pulled the water wagon seemed more interested in me, than I was in him.
There was no common denominator with any of the pony slaves, except that they all seemed to have acquired an extraordinary amount of muscle. No two looked alike and no two had the same features when it came to the size of their cocks. Besides the young pony slave, I was the only other one who had been shaved bare if you don't add Jordan to the mix.
"You are going to make for a fine fuck tonight boy" commented the largest of the black slaves.
"Guess we're going to have to draw fucking straws to see who gets him first" , said another.
"Don't you slaves go talking like that!" shouted Jordan from his position by the barn door. "Nobody even knows if he's staying with you guys tonight. He' s kind of a special slave. Hard telling what the Master is going to have him doing tonight. And I'm sure the slave doesn't need to be tied to the mounting bench underneath one of the stallions either."
To a man they all laughed aloud. "Hard telling what might happen if'n he gets to sleep with us tonight", said the slave that looked more Mexican than anything else. "Might just be that the pussyslave will take a fancy to horse meat. By the looks of his fucking plug and tail, sure enough seems to me that he likes something big and black up his ass."
Here was a group of guys talking about me, as if I wasn't even there. What' s worse is that I was there, and they were all making plans for fucking me and other abdominal things.
"Ain't often we get to see a pussyslave here in the horse barn, especially one that don't know how or when to pee", chimed in an older slave. "Seems a might sad that he's got a hose up his dick, so's he can piss."
"Alright, that's enough you guys, and you know it. Don't go scaring the new slave like that", young Jordan said with what just might have been a bit of authority in his voice. "Our lunch hour is over so get yourselves back to pulling and hauling".
Jordan helped one of the other slaves to get the young pony slave tethered to
his water wagon. I watched as he pulled it over the knoll towards Shaun's barn, thinking what depravity was to befall him in the afternoon hours. Just watching him, his legs digging into the earth; made me wonder if that's how others saw me earlier in the day. I couldn't resist thinking about how I'd sucked and licked his puckered asshole in the early morning hours.
The majority of slaves began to surround me, some with erections; which for some reason seemed natural. My brain must have reacted to their stiff cocks because I immediately sank to my knees and began sucking on them almost as if they were the last male cocks left on earth. There wasn't a single word said; as I tried my best to accommodate even the longest or thickest dick. One by one, I drained their manseed and they simply gave me a gentle pat on the top of my head and moved aside, allowing the next rigid staff to be serviced.
I don't know how much time had transpired, but once the last cock was satisfied I somehow felt alone and dejected. Jordan could only stand there watching as I glared up at his lithe, but muscled body. I must have given him the impression that I desired to suck his cock as well, and he moved right over and offered up his ringed cockhead for me to suckle.
Jordan dumped his load of seed rather quickly and brought me to a standing position. "Here, drink this. It will help wash your mouth out so your breath doesn't smell like a sex factory", he said; handing me a bottle of water.
It wasn't plain water which he handed me. I thought perhaps that it just tasted strange because it wasn't even cool or that it was supposed to be some kind of `flavored' water. I didn't recognize the flavor.
"You've proven yourself to be a worthy human being master Kevin", came the words from Jordan. "I'm proud to be able to say that it is a pleasure having you here this week. I hope that you've found my service towards you satisfactory. Not many males would have subjected themselves to everything you have and the day isn't over with yet. I only hope that the Master will allow me and John Henry to be with you this evening and perhaps throughout the night".
"Thank you Jordan, your words mean a great deal to me and I hope that we both
can learn a great deal from one another in the few remaining days I have left here", I replied with sincerity.
"Yes master Kevin, that would be very nice indeed. It'd be like the three musketeers if we could all remain together for a few more days; but now we have to get the horses herded back towards the barn so we can get them cleaned up. At least we're getting about an extra hour to get the job done. It won't be, or shouldn't be too bad, seeing as how it's your first time. I'll make sure that I take you through each step nice and slow."
I did everything I could to listen to every word Jordan spoke, but my mind was elsewhere. I couldn't stop thinking about cocks and cum. I didn't care whose cock it was... my brain was stuck on cock. Before I started to wobble, and before my brain turned to mush, I realized that there must have been something in the water that Jordan gave me.
Once again, I dropped to my knees and begged Jordan for more.
"You'll get more cock than you ever imagined", Jordan said with a smile.
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