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A Lesson In Time, Chapter Twenty Four
I was pleased that Jordan helped me clean the carriage. It wasn't as easy a job as it looked; probably just because Jordan, I think, wanted my work to have a lasting impression on the two masters. Even the spokes on the wheels shone brightly after we were finished. I discovered, rather by accident, that if I kept myself busy that I wouldn't feel the discomfort from the butt plug as much; but there were a few times that, when I did feel it, that I believed that I was starting to get used to the feeling and once or twice even felt a bit of `excitement' from it. Life as a slave seemed to have nearly as many positive experiences as it did the not
so positive. Getting the horses back to the barn seemed rather easy but in reality the procedure to get these beasts of burden to follow commands initially appeared to
be fruitless. Eventually, though, all the horses were brought down to the barn and fastened via their halters to the hitching rails. One by one, Jordan and I began to brush them; removing any and all evidence of a day's collection of dust and or dirt. There was just something about these animals that seemed to attract me to them; the more I worked around them. Their gentle nature, their apparent submission to humans and even their general odor seemed to obliterate any and all feelings of fear from my brain. Jordan was so considerate of my novice approach to the task, that he simply allowed me to do the brushing my own way; but after the first horse he showed me a better and more efficient way to perform the task. We were still ahead of schedule and none of the pony slaves had yet to arrive. It became apparent that Jordan had been either given instructions, or just from past experience knew what to do with the extra time. "Sir, if you don't mind me speaking, I'd just like to say once again how brave you are for trying to understand what some of the slaves go through", Jordan quietly said, after he came up beside me. "This evening and probably tonight will be more than I think Sir bargained for. Sir does know that since he has decided to live life as a pussyslave that his body will belong to those around him. They will have much to say and do, once they've been fed, not to mention what they might be allowed to do even before that." "Thank you Jordan", I replied. "It is nice of you to make such a bold statement. However, you do realize that at you insistence to speak I could very easily have you punished. But, that's not what I'm all about. I'd rather see that ALL slaves are treated equally and fairly and that's one reason why I'm interning this summer. I hope to gain enough knowledge and information over the next eight weeks so that someday, somehow, I can effect any changes that might need to be made in the system'. Now, please if you will, led me to the next assignment." Without saying a word, Jordan clipped a leash to my collar and led me towards the barn. On seeing that he had stopped at the entry way, I knew that he was merely waiting for me to kneel on hands and knees; and I did so without hesitation. Once down in this position, Jordan came along side of me and reached beneath me. He quickly clamped the catheter off. As he started a forward motion, I noticed that Nathan, the camera man, was there; with camera running. I wasn't the least bit surprised that Jordan did not take me into the shower stall; but I was perplexed as to his next activity. He led me into one of the last stalls, in the row which kept the pony slaves safe at night; and had me kneel upright in the center of the small space. It was rather pleasant, if' pleasant is the right word to use; as the thick bed of straw seemed to cushion my knees from the floor beneath. Using the steel cuffs, on my limbs, Jordan quickly and effortless had me chained overhead and my ankles and knees pulled a respectable distance beyond ` normal'. After leaving me in solitude for a minute, Jordan returned and placed a wide elastic band over my eyes; leaving me not only in total darkness but in a state of suspense, filled with anxiety as well. I could sense that Nathan was now quite close to me, just from the rustling sound made with the straw. I could also hear voices; which seemed to me to belong to Doc, Shaun and John Henry. As their voices got louder on one side, I began to hear the sounds of the pony slaves pulling their wagons up to the opposite side of the barn. Then came the sound of the water flowing freely in the shower stall. The touch and feel of a hand on my shoulder, as another hand brushed through the soft remnants of a once full head of hair. "Jordan tells me that you've performed well today Kevin. I'm glad to see that you haven't decided to withdraw from your desires and needs. It would be such a pity to see a young energetic person such as you fail in your quest for knowledge. I'm certain that the rest of your day will provide you with enough personal satisfaction from which even a person such as yourself will find most enlightening." Doc said in
one of his fatherly' voices. "Thank you Sir", I replied; knowing that Doc would have expected me to answer him. "Tonight, I have to go into the clinic to check up on a couple of my new patients, so I won't be able to attend your first night in the pony barn; but I' m leaving Jordan and John Henry with you throughout the night to ensure nothing to dastardly happens to you and with you." There was a multitude of laughter emitting from the shower stall and some rather loud words; until Doc seemed to become annoyed with it. "Perhaps we should have your pink ribbon removed and then after you're cleaned up, maybe the ponies would like to get your nuts and cock all tied back up nice an pretty like." Doc said in what sounded like a normal tone of voice. I didn't respond to Doc's last couple of comments and that seemed to be the right course of action on my part. "I'll leave you now, but perhaps I might be back in time to come over and see how you're doing before I myself go to bed. Don't worry about the blindfold portion in tonight's training. It's all just part of what a new pussyslave goes through during his first week or two here." A hush fell over the pony barn, almost as if everyone had simply disappeared, until the sound of a zipper was heard right in front of my face. The velvet texture of the male penis pressed against my lips. I accepted the cock with no doubt in my own mind that perhaps I'd be sucking a number of them before being permitted to sleep. The cock penetrating beyond my lips seemed to be thicker than it was long; which thankfully meant that my gag reflexes wouldn't be tested. The wirery bush of pubic hairs made contact with my face as I continued to work my tongue on all sides of the fleshy muscle invading my oral cavity. The hands of he man getting his dick sucked, grabbed my two ears as if they were some kind of joy stick' used to play a video game. Not only was he pulling me forward by my ears, he was also twisting and pulling on them which oddly enough was almost sensual in itself. Moments after I'd swallowed the sizeable load of sperm, thinking that perhaps it was one of the pony slaves who made the deposit; my limbs were released from their bindings. Before I had the opportunity to place my hands properly behind my head, my entire body was lifted off the ground by my arms and legs. Hanging there between the slaves holding me aloft, someone roughly grabbed by balls and stripped the pink ribbon away; allowing my testicles to have a sense of freedom as they hung downward between my outstretched legs. I wondered if Shaun was still present, just because I felt that it was his dick that I had already sucked on, and I almost felt as if it was him who had removed the ribbon. The slaves took me across the center of the barn, over to the shower stall and in one constant motion, had me inverted and hanging by my ankles. I had expected to feel the warm water hitting my skin, but instead I felt someone take hold of my own cock. The next surprise to befall me was the sensation running through my cock as my piss began to pour out of the catheter and onto my body, flowing directly towards my head. "The bitch slave will get lots more before the sun rises in the east", commented one of the slaves. "The pussyslave will get a lot more than hot piss", laughed another. The laughter from the slaves seemed to bounce off of the tile floor and walls as someone took a firm grip on my butt plug and yanked it right out. I yelped and thrashed around like a catfish out of water. It only took a few seconds before fingers, lots and lots of fingers, began pulling at my swollen ass lips. "Just be mindful of the slave's nipple rings. Sure wouldn't want the master to get upset with any of you", Shaun's voice reverberated over the dying laughter. "Have fun, and play nice, and I'll probably be back later on to make sure that things haven't progressed to badly for the pussyslave". That said, Shaun departed and wasn't to be heard again until the wee hours of the next morning. My balls were being squeezed at the same time some of the slaves were draining their piss onto my body. I could only imagine that having a new play thing ' meant that I was in for a long night. The water began to flow, rinsing the stench of piss down the drain. I could only assume that the slave who had hauled the water wagon and perhaps the slave who normally pulled the carriage, were the ones assigned to scrub me down. No where, was a single word heard from John Henry or Jordan. It almost seemed as if they'd vanished into thin air. There was a moment of fear, when I dwelled on being here without them. I understood Doc to have said that they would stay the night; but perhaps that was said solely to benefit my fears of being left alone with these heathens and convicted felons. I was still being scrubbed when tepid water began filling my bowels. There was simply no practical way that I would be able to retain the enema water. The water that was in my ass simply regurgitated itself and flowed down the front side and back side of my body; giving who ever was doing the scrubbing a lot more added work. The slaves continued to rant and rave. Each one seemed to be attempting to tell the others the things or thing that he had anticipated doing with me. If it had been any different situation, I could have compared it to locker room sex chat'; but unfortunately I had no way of knowing what was real and what were pure fantasies in their warped minds. "Step aside and let this black stallion through", barked the one slave. " Time to get our pussy all nice and ready for a fun filled evening". The next thing I experienced were his rough hands around my cock and balls as he begun to wrap my balls again; but this time with something other than the soft ribbon. He even bound them tighter, which in that `special' way made me feel sorta good all over. "Five apiece" called out yet another slave; as my ass instantly felt the sting of what I later learned to have come from a riding crop. All I could do was scream and try to twist myself away from these sadists. Each of my efforts was futile, as one after another blow landed on my body. More than one time, the crop landed on my balls, sending me into convulsions as spit and bile flowed freely from my mouth. There was no way of me knowing just how many hits I suffered, but my body was telling me that it was more than any man should be subjected to. I could feel my skin begin to welt up, as my nerve endings seemed to send messages of heat and pain to my brain. I hadn 't realized that they hadn't hit my cock, thankfully; but they did manage to
land several strokes to my fleshy' anal opening. As they began to lower me towards the floor, I heard one of them say..." Might just get a chance to warm the bitch up some more later on. His feet look like they might take to a good thrashing." I was lifted from the floor and carried a good distance to another area of the barn and then I felt the hardened texture of wood against my chest and abdomen; as they flipped me over and began trussing my body to what I surmised was the mounting bench'. My knees and lower legs were left resting on some kind of platform, thus leaving the soles of my feet exposed. My forehead was resting on the wood as well, as even my head was fastened to the bench. "Let's just leave the cunt like this while we eat supper and then if you want ... whoever wants to fuck it can and then we can move on to something more enjoyable and entertaining", came the voice of the black pony slave. "Sure is nice having us a new white bitch toy to play with. Just wished we had more just like this cutie pie." The sounds seemed to dissipate, but one soft voice whispered in my ear, "You' re doing great, just don't get yourself all worked up over nothing". The voice belonged to John Henry. "I've been through a lot worse than you ever will, and if I can take it, so can you... Sir". John Henry's words had no effect on me. The pain was real, as was everything else going on. "Sir, I'm right here with you Sir", came faint words from Jordan. "I'm eating right here next to you Sir... and I won't leave you Sir". Time passed slowly, as I suppose everyone was stuffing their faces. At least I knew, and could begin to smell the presence of Jordan somewhere close to my head. A deadly blow to my butt sent me straining against the bindings which held me firm against the mounting bench. The realization that they were about to begin once again, struck my brain like a hammer to an anvil. "More spankings ahead if you don't behave nice for all of us", thundered a slave's voice. I felt a glob of spit land on my ass and then without ceremony, one of the slave's drove his cock deep into my ass. My screams reduced themselves to mere whimpers and the cock continued to pound my ass. I could feel the slave's pubic bush every time he pressed completely inside of me. I actually began to feel like a slave, the moment that I realized that these slaves, were still males, and like all males need sexual release other than the standard masturbatory methods. I had agreed to all of this, and I positioned my brain to focus on the task at hand and those which might lay ahead. I felt the slave's fingers digging deep into my flesh, as his moans began to crescendo. His final thrust sent manseed deep down my intestinal tract. I could even feel the droplets of perspiration falling from his body as he remained motionless, hovered above me. "Stop making like you love the bitch and move your sorry ass, you dumb fucking slave", yelled one of the other slaves. "There are some of us needing to plow us a virgin pussyslave and we ain't go time to stand around while you fucking think you're in love again." The cock wilted and became only a memory, as another slave began to lay a multitude of hard smacks on my already tender flesh. "Nothing like warming up a pussy before ya fuck it, that's my rule. Best thing ever invented if you ask me is a cute butt like this here one." Over and over again the slave poured out a nearly unbearable spanking on my ass, but he and everyone else seemed to find joy in my pleading and begging. I once more found solace in the fact that when my little experiment' was over that I could return to being the free man that I was. "Thanks for the grease job, man. Least I don't have to use spit to fuck the bitch". The slave's cock eased into my ass, while I re-visited myself sitting atop 616' the very first time I ever had something penetrate me. It felt good. The slaves cock was rather long and the head of his cock seemed to explore regions of my innards that no other dick had ever reached. Words flowed from the slave's mouth, as if he was talking to his girlfriend. They were all words of passion, which seemed odd in a place like this. His need to fuck slowly caused me to continue having fantasies of my own. I began to see myself in his place, as a free man, fucking my own slave. I knew that I could show compassion as well as the next guy and I began to create, in my mind, the who and when of acquiring a slave to call my own. Not that I could ever be so rude and crude to my slave, but at least if I had a decently trained sex slave then I could extinguish each and every craving for release any time, and just about any place I wanted to. I must have been so deep in thought, that I never felt or even realized that the slave had deposited his seed; at least not until I felt him extract his still hard cock from my gapping ass. The next slave to avail himself of my ass didn't have fucking as his main objective. "My brother used to do this to me when I was little, and I did it to my son too" the slave said as I felt several of his fingers darting in and out of my ass. "Let's see just how much of a pussyslave this boy really is", he gloated as another finger joined those already toying with my hole. The articles I had read in college must have been factual. This slave's entire family sounded as if incest was a mainstay of daily life amongst them. The in and out movements of the fingers ceased; only to be followed by a constant pressure against my ass. "Thank goodness I ain't gotta break the bitch in. I might hurt the poor thing to much", he laughed. "Now we'll see, we'll just see how much of me he can take." The whole barn went quiet, even the nasal sounds from the horses seemed to fall silent. I could feel someone's hand rubbing up and down on my right arm, as if trying to sooth away any and all fear that might just be building up inside of me. The entrance to my guts was completely blocked off by the slave's hand. I could feel my muscles trying to accommodate his hand, as I tried to breathe; to control my own discomforts. The slave began to twist and turn his hand as he kept a steady pressure against my ass. I could feel my hole slowly opening up to accept its destiny. I inhaled and then exhaled all the air in my lungs, which seemed to be the precise moment that the thick of his hand passed through into the cavernous sperm laden darkness of my gut. There was laughter and applause, as I screamed. "Now fuck the bitch!" shouted a slave. "Fuck him like you mean to fuck him" shouted another. I could feel myself falling in and out of consciousness as the slave's hand began to progress further into my entrails. Then the back and forth motion began, as if indeed he was fucking me. I could feel his fingers flickering around, making contact with the inner lining of my intestine. MORE, MORE, MORE!" came the chorus from the slaves. I knew, I just knew that this was going to be a turning point, not to mention a high point' of the night. I didn't think that anything could possibly top this, as I felt the forearm of the man start to stretch my sphincter muscle further than it had been spread with my butt plug. The chanting continued, as the slave began to pound in and out with a majority of his forearm; which caused me to re-align my own breathing in order to stay conscious. Finally, the fist fuck seemed to come to an abrupt end, but the forearm, or parts there of, were still embedded inside of me. Then, the arm began to pivot; first to the right and then back to the left. This action kept every one of the slaves at bay; all waiting to see the grand finale'. Now both of my arms were being massaged, which by now didn't really seem to have any effect on the current situation of my ass. "We ought to wheel his ass over to stall six" came a comment from one of the slaves. "I don't think so" said another slave in response. "We wouldn't have much to look forward to tomorrow night if the pussyslave is still with us". The chorus of More' started up again, and the slave who was attached to the forearm up my butt seemed to sense the other slave's needs to see the show continue. The twisting and turning continued, but this time there was the added pressure, as if he was trying to get more of his forearm inside. I could have sworn that I felt his finger tips touching the lower extremities of my rib cage; but I'm sure that such a feeling is simply just a feeling and not a reality. My ass was being torn apart, shredded from the outside in; as the slave continued to press more and more of his forearm into me. Then, seemingly out of nowhere came what sounded like a countdown. "Five, four, three, two, one, ELBOW!" My screams were over shadowed by the hooting and hollering and name calling. My ass muscles were now in an uncontrollable spasm. It felt as if my entire gut was on fire. "He ain't virgin no more fellas." Came the only words of the slave who was fisting me. Everyone seemed to be congratulating the slave for his outstanding' performance; as I lay there in my own pool of sweat. I felt, as if I was near ready to vomit, but I had no way to communicate the urgency of moment. With the arm still firmly embedded, someone began to lash my butt and back with the riding crop; which only seemed to heighten my own awareness of the situation. This was followed by what felt like drops of molten lava landing on my back, accompanied by such words as, "I'll fuck you later bitch", "Don't think I'm just going to settle for jerking off on you cuntboy", and "To bad to waste this load of cum like this." Moments later, the hands massaging my arms disappeared; only to be followed by what must have been tongues, licking cum off of my back. "Ok boys this part of the entertainment is over. I'll get my hand free and one of these other bitches can lick it clean and then me thinks stall number three would be in order." While the arm slowly made its way out of my ass, my mind began to ponder what he meant bystall number three'; as my stomach revolted against all my desires, sending the contents of my stomach lurching back onto the wooden plank I was attached to.