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A Lesson In Time, Chapter Thirty Five
I continued watching dad and Mr. Alderton move from cabinet to cabinet in the
area of the barn that Shaun used for `inducting' the newly enslaved. I kept on thinking and reliving my time in this building. I could almost feel the sting of the paddle as it struck my fleshy butt, as my thoughts seemed to be more real than not.
Finally, I took the chance on asking them about the pony slave and was hoping
that they'd hear me out; but it didn't turn out that way. I suppose my feelings towards the slave were way out of line, and I soon discovered my words upset my father more than I could have ever imagined.
I knew, after listening to dad for several minutes that my emotions had gotten the best of me; and that I should never have allowed myself to become closely involved with one of the slaves. A master, overseer or just a simple free man, should never allow a slave to control any situation... what so ever.
I guess the thing that struck me the hardest was when dad said something along the lines of only another slave would subject himself to sticking his neck out for another slave'. It wasn't necessarily his words that affected me, but perhaps it was Mr. Alderton rubbing his hand over his own crotch that struck me as odd; until I noticed that he was apparently sexually' excited over hearing my father chastise me.
I lowered my head out of embarrassment. All I could think about at the moment, was that I'd shamed myself not only to my father but in front of one of his
employees. After all the years of living in a house with two slaves, one would have thought that I knew better; but obviously I hadn't learned enough, yet.
Dad was still fuming, when his cellphone rang. It was mom, calling from town; and it seemed to at least partially sooth some of dad's anger away. There was a lot of the typical parent talk back and forth before it turned to what dad and others were doing. It finally had gotten to where there wasn't much to talk about until dad brought up the subject of my stupidity. After less than a minute later, the conversation ended with dad stuffing his phone back into his pants pocket.
"Son, your mother is more upset with you about how you've apparently not listened and witnessed how slaves are to be handled, than I am", dad said with a
subdued sense of hostility in his voice. "Ten or twenty one years old, your mother has asked that you receive some form of punishment for your stupidity. "
Needless to say, I was shocked beyond belief; but I should have anticipated mom's reaction, just because she always dramatized even the smallest of infractions around the house. I was beginning to see why my brother left home when he did.
Dad started off again, just as if I was, indeed, a slave. "Now tell me son.. everything you know about discipline and restitution. I'm sure you haven't forgotten that, or at least I hope you haven't".
I thought, for a moment or two before answering dad's question; which gave me enough time to see Mr. Alderton beaming from ear to ear.
"Punishment and restitution are two things that go hand in hand. The punishment should and must fit the offense and the restitution should be made from the person's heart in order that he or she can demonstrate their desire to make
amends. All punishments should be received as a gift from the giver, as it is proper that one understands the need to be shown the error of one's ways", I said in such a way as if I might be spared some stupid punishment and silly restitution.
Dad didn't say a word; he only pointed to a spot on the floor where he wanted me to stand. Mr. Alderton was now moving closer and closer to me; which I knew wasn't a good sign.
"Your mother feels that a spanking is out of the question and I'm inclined to agree with her. You'll just have to understand that this punishment is to get you to think ... before you speak. You know how much I despise administering or inflicting pain on someone, so perhaps Mr. Alderton wouldn't mind."
My father hadn't even finished the sentence, and Mr. Alderton was gently grasping my forearm and raising it above my head. With all of his experience and
expertise it wasn't long before he had my right arm secured in the leather cuff that dangled at the end of a long chain. I suppose I was to frightened and suffering a mountain of humiliation to say anything, but I remember that my jaw had dropped. Mr. Alderton was equally as fast in securing my left wrist high above my head; leaving me more that just vulnerable.
"Now all that's needed to be decided is what form of punishment you should receive and what form of restitution you'd be happy to offer me", dad said.
Sweat was beginning to form on my head and under my arms, as I waited the verdict, but it was suddenly interrupted by Zack and the female employee; as both apparently had run all the way up to the barn.
"Sorry for the interruption Mr. Latimore, but we've uncovered something of importance and we all felt that you should be informed of it immediately", came the words from the high tone female.
"It must be important for you two to run all the way up here. Don't let the
appearance of my son stop you from telling me, what it is that you feel the need too. Kevin was just about to be mildly punished for something he said. You're both welcome to stay and observe if you care to."
"No, no Sir, that's quite alright Sir", came the quivering voice of Zack.
"Sir", began the lady, "It appears from what records we've been able to decipher that there are supposed to be more slaves here than are actually here. "
There was a definite pause before my father spoke, but during this lapse, Mr. Alderton quickly fastened leather cuffs around my ankles and pulled my feet apart; nearly making me feel as if I was being pulled in half.
The one saving grace I had was that the two employees were standing somewhere behind me, instead of in front of me. At least I didn't have to see their facial expressions and they didn't have to see mine.
It appeared, from what I could understand; that nineteen slaves were missing. Well, not actually missing but sort of misplaced. Nineteen slaves had be used as `barter' for favors towards Doc and Frank; which really got my father' s blood boiling.
"Okay, give me what you have on these nineteen or at least as many as you've
been able to track down", dad said in a thunderous tone of voice.
Now both of the employees felt intimidated by dad's voice, not to mention his power and authority.
"Well Mr. Latimore, Sir; It appears that the hotel in town is using seven slaves there as doormen, bellmen and as objects of sexual gratification. Another four are being used by the town's Department of Sanitation; cleaning out sewers and the like. Two slaves are at work in the courthouse as janitors and at least two slaves are assigned to the police department", Zack reported in a less than solid voice. "We haven't tracked down the remaining slaves sir, but we'll have it nailed down by tonight sir."
"Very well!" dad barked, "I'll come down to the house in a couple of minutes and we'll all put our collective minds at work on this problem. It may entail us having to speak with the county judge or even the judge presiding in federal courts. But thank you for coming up so soon and telling me the not so good news. It's just what I didn't want to hear today, at least not now anyway."
Both of dad's employees responded in unison saying "Yes Sir, sorry Mr. Latimore but we only thought you'd want to know something of this magnitude as soon as it was discovered."
"Stop worrying about my feelings. You both did the right thing. It's just having to deal with my son that's so upsetting and time consuming, and that's the problem right now. You two get back down to the house and I'll follow along in a few minutes."
The two were just about to leave when Mr. Alderton spoke up. "Excuse me Sir, but if I might. I know this may sound a bit premature, but perhaps you you'd allow one of them to bring my large blue rucksack up from the house. I can explain while we wait for it."
"If you feel it is important enough, I don't see why not. Hell, I'll just let them take the electric cart down and one of them can return with the sack. That should make things move along even faster", dad said quite plainly.
I didn't hear another word, at least not for a minute or two; so I assumed that the employees had left via the electric cart.
"So do tell, Mr. Alderton what importance does this rucksack of yours have to do with Kevin's punishment."
"Sir, it's not so much about the boys punishment but more along the lines of
something he could do for us as `part' of his restitution", Mr. Alderton answered.
"Very well then. I suppose taking a few minutes more with this problem won't
bring the world to an end", dad said half heartedly.
"I was thinking about tomorrow Sir. What harm would come of it, if Kevin was present during the hearing with the four teenaged boys. The judge would be able to see for himself just how fucked up Kevin got from the drugs he was forced to swallow. I think, perhaps, that even the federal judge would tolerate having Kevin in his courtroom when he hears the cases against Doc and Frank. But the one thing, the main thing, to overcome would perhaps be Kevin's embarrsement in front of the judge, so if Kevin were to wear the newly redesigned slave training/obedience hood; he'd at least not be able to see that people might be looking at him. If Kevin would allow us, we could get him looking just like he did in the video and we both know that the judges will most definitely what the video played in the courtroom. The good thing about our newest hood is that we've added an insulating liner to keep the sweat away from the leather and we've also added slits at the ears, so that rings can dangle, along with a larger slit at the nose for better breathing and for allowances of a nose ring. It really is a major improvement over our last hood and I'm sure that it will far surpass sales like we've never seen before. We might even, if Kevin allows us to, add something to his... well... to his penis area."
"It all sounds simple enough and I commend you on your quick thinking Mr. Alderton", dad said; now sounding more enthused. "That just leaves my son's punishment to deal with. But first Kevin has to agree to what you've spoken of, about his restitution."
Both men now stood before me, seeing that I was beginning to suffer more and more from being stretched out. "If that sort of restitution will bring closure to my error, then I'll gladly do it for you dad", I managed to mumble.
"Excellent Kevin, thank you for your offering of restitution", dad said with a faint smile on his face.
"Now then Mr. Alderton we come to his punishment. I recall the video showing him receiving a rather formidable paddling and just maybe the same punishment but longer and harder might be in order."
"We could Sir, yes we easily could", replied Mr. Alderton. "However, perhaps we should give ample thought and consideration to others, as this barn is full of training aides."
Just then, Zack arrived with the rucksack and laid it down in front of me.
"I must get back to the house Mr. Alderton. This situation with unaccounted for slaves is going to take my undivided attention. I'll leave Kevin's punishment in your good and capable hands, if you don't mind. I'm sure that you and Kevin will come to some type of agreement as to how much and how far his restitution will go. Whatever it is, his mother and I will be most happy to accept it, regardless; just as long as he has learned a valuable lesson throughout."
"Yes, Sir", chimed Mr. Alderton. "I'm sure that we will find some common ground on that part and I'll make sure that whatever punishment Kevin gets will
definitely leave a lasting impression Sir".
"Very well then, it's all settled", dad said turning to me and not even acknowledging my current state of dismay. "Now son, I want you to remember that your mother and I love you and this punishment is strictly for your own good. Just be thankful that Mr. Alderton is going to administer it instead of someone sadistic like John Henry's father. But, one must admit though, that all for the worse, John Henry turned out to be a wonderful young man. He's almost like a son to me these days, had it not been for his enslavement."
I guess I don't have to tell you, that my father's words didn't seem to comforting. I tried to keep my eyes squeezed shut so that nobody could see that I was nearly in tears. My brain flashed to scenes of my sister, during parts of her training and I knew that Mr. Alderton had had some part in her spiral into becoming a slut for the summer months.
There was a sliver of resentment building up deep within my soul towards Mr. Alderton, but I knew that such feelings shouldn't keep me from being the best
damn employee that my father had ever had working for him. I also wanted him to know that I'd do anything for him and for the betterment of his company. If enduring time alone with Mr. Alderton would achieve such results, then I couldn't see any real reason why I couldn't just play along' with Mr. Alderton. Let's face it... one of these years I would be his boss and then I could exact any and all retributions' upon him that I so choose.
I felt my father's hands on my shoulders as he leaned into me and gave me a big `fatherly' kiss on my face. "I'll see you soon son, real soon. You just be a good boy and take your punishment like a true Latimore boy and all will be just fine; and I'm sure that the two of you will find ways to achieve your restitution in a good way."
"Yes Sir, thank you Sir", I said ... almost sounding like a slave.
The footsteps soon faded, leaving me alone, all alone, with Mr. Alderton.
Mr. Alderton moved the rucksack away, and began rummaging through it; taking everything out as he went, and laying it all out on the slave table. Then with an eager grin he began looking around (again) for the implement which he would use to exact my punishment. It was almost dramatic, the way he'd pick out something and swish it through the air; allowing me to hear the sound as his powerful arms swung it back and forth. I almost knew, without a doubt, that this punishment was not going to go very well for me.
He kept this up for quite some time; apparently thinking that I would speak, but I didn't. He'd even take a few steps back over to the slave table and fool around with different objects before going back to the cabinets. Once or twice he even opened the door on the small refrigerator and would hold up some vial containing a certain drug or something. He even managed to smile when he pulled one of those quart bottles out that contained the stuff that I'd been drugged with before.
Finally, and apparently having come to a conclusion about my punishment Mr. Alderton approached me like a lion stalking his next meal.
"You don't seem too happy that I'm going to be giving you your punishment Kevin. You probably should be thanking me for wasting my valuable time just because you screwed up. Don't you remember the way you looked at all the things in my office? Don't you remember the questions you asked me about those same things? Don't you remember the nice way in which I treated you that particular day? Did I or didn't I treat you most properly and with all due respect for what you were doing for your mom and dad and for the company? I recall that even when I was guiding you down the hall, and down the elevator that I treated your cock with the utmost respect. Who was there, beside you, when all of those nice people came up and fondled your balls and your dick? Who was there supporting you when that nice lady had her slave milk you by hand in front of your family and all of those strangers?"
"Sir you were Sir", I answered.
"Excellent Kevin, and I thank you for remembering", responded Mr. Alderton.
"I want you to just think of your punishment as simply another chapter in learning all you can about slavery. I need for you to trust me and to put all your faith into what I'm going to be doing for the next hour or two."
Holy Shit! Did he just say `next hour or two'? What the fuck is he planning on doing with me?
"Sir, yes Sir", I answered.
"Excellent answer boy. I like the way you assume the role of a slave boy. That will make things go so much easier for the two of us", he said laughingly. " I guess we should get started with your punishment now".
I had expected him to retrieve the object of pain from the cabinet, but he had his own way of executing his plan.
I hadn't noticed that he'd placed a scissor in his hand and he began to snip up the right side of my shorts.
"But Sir, can't you just paddle me through my shorts?" I asked.
"Easy there boy. You know the rules about slaves speaking when they're not supposed too; and besides, a bare bottom is best for punishing a slave... you know that."
"Sir, sorry Sir"
The shorts were soon flying towards the far wall, leaving me with only the leather jockstrap to cover my cock and balls. The air flowed over my bare butt,
causing me to feel rather free and `alive'. I don't know why I felt so good at the moment, but perhaps it was from the drug residue still in my blood stream. Even my cock began to come alive, as blood engorged every tiny blood vessel deep within the meaty part of my dick.
"I remember all of the days I'd see you or your brother running up and down the halls at the office and there was something about each of you that struck me with certain feelings; all which apparently have come to be. Not that there's anything wrong with either of you, but you both are totally opposite of one another", Mr. Alderton said, as if he was trying to carry on a `normal'
conversation. "There were many the nights I'd go home and tell my wife just how well you to were becoming nice young lads and that one day you'd both grow up to become something entirely different of each other. I think that perhaps you two boys were in some ways the two sons that my wife and I never had. "
I remained silent, listening to him talk about the my brother and me. I didn' t want to ruin his train of thought, nor did I want to stop thinking about my brother; even though the two of us never got to become friends... probably just the opposite.
I am positive that the main reason the two of us were never close, was simply a matter of sexual preferences, or so I'd thought. The first and major blow up between the two of us came one night when he caught me staring at him in the shower, as he stroked his cock; sending string after string of manseed towards the drain in the tub. I suppose in a lot of families, the boys never discuss sex nor did they even share in the normal joys of jerking off together. That's probably the biggest reason the two of us never saw eye to eye.
Mr. Alderton kept right on talking, rather soothingly, as his hands began to run up and down my back as well as my thighs. "It feels to me like your last shave job has left your legs a bit stubbly. Don't you think having smooth legs tomorrow would be nice?"
The instant he stopped talking, he stepped in front of me and knelt down. The next thing I know, Mr. Alderton is unsnapping the cover on my jockstrap; allowing my cock to spring free. "You've got stubbles here as well boy", he said as his two hands slid over the skin close to the root of my dick. Next, I could feel the warmth of his hands as they began cupping and massaging my balls and sac. It all stopped way to soon, but I couldn't even think to tell him that I was enjoying all of his attention.
I could feel his hands working to unbuckle the jockstrap and all to soon I was naked below the waist. "I admired your young penis from that day in my office and it looks even better without all that hair around it", he said almost as if he were telling me that he was in love with it. I guess you must be getting used to not having any more hair by now?" he questioned.
"Sir, it's not bad and yes this boy is beginning to like the look and feel Sir", I promptly replied.
Mr. Alderton stood up and pushed my nipple rings back, behind the fabric of my tee shirt and began cutting the shirt off of my body. "We'll get you a new shirt and something to wear later, but for now you'll discover that being totally exposed for your punishment and your restitution is to your benefit".
My shirt joined my shorts, against the wall as Mr. Alderton walked completely around me several times, in silence.
"If you're going to be wearing our new hood, I suggest that we trim down some of the remaining hair from your head", he said rather calmly, almost seductively.
He stared into my eyes, awaiting my response.. "Sir, yes Sir; whatever Sir feels is best for the boy Sir", I replied.
He stepped away, and I thought perhaps he'd return with the clippers; but, that wasn't the case. Instead he walked over to the wall and lifted what looked like some type of control box out of its holder. The next thing I know is that my body is slowly rising from the floor, while my head is being lowered towards the ground. My legs were bent at the knees stretching even further apart, while my arms stretched out nearly perpendicular to my body.
Then came the clippers; but I soon found out that these particular clippers came from his rucksack. I could feel the blades against my scalp and seeing what little hair I started with, falling onto the floor; I knew these clippers were really cutting close, to close actually. As if wanting to make his point, Mr. Alderton then proceeded to use the clippers on my eyebrows, leaving them almost null and void.
"There, that should make my boy feel so much better", Mr. Alderton said. " And now I'll just tidy it all up".
Leaving the clippers on the slave table, Mr. Alderton proceeded to wheel one of the several carts over to the sink. I heard the water running and before I knew it, he was back with a large bowl of steamy hot water, a straight razor and shaving cream.
"You look so uncomfortable hanging like this, and normally I wouldn't give a shit, but since you're Kevin Latimore, I suppose I should make you a bit more, how should I say, `less strained'."
Once more he left me hanging like a side of beef while he rummaged through one cabinet in particular. He returned, and I saw what looked to be a rather large leather collar of sorts and a few bungee cords.
"This particular collar, Kevin, is one we call a posture collar. It is seldom used in a place such as this; however, it will suit our needs perfectly", Mr. Alderton said in a nice way.
Like lightning flashing down from the sky, Mr. Alderton's attention was drawn to something else. "What brings you up here John Henry?"
Shit, damn, oh fuck; were the only words that rushed into my head.
"Sir, Mr. Latimore sent me here Sir; with this envelope for you Sir", John Henry's voice said with enthusiasm.
"Well then, I guess the only thing to do is to read what's in the envelope" came the reply.
"Mr. Alderton.. John Henry has just been promoted to the position of `Campus
Trustee'. Please see to it that he is well versed on ALL of his new responsibilities, over and above those which pertain to him tending to the day to day affairs of the household.
He may be of valued assistance, to you and especially Kevin, during this most
critical time here on our newly acquired acquisition. Feel free to acquaint him with whatever help you need in seeing that Kevin fulfills his restitution.
I shall be unavailable to everyone for at least the next two hours, so make good use of John Henry and teach him well.
L.L."
"Most exciting if I say so myself. Congratulations slave on your promotion" Mr. Alderton said with a certain amount of glee to his tone of voice. "Well, now that you're here I suppose I should explain why Master Kevin is hanging like this. Oh and for now, let's dispense with the standard slave responses."
"Sir, yes Sir", John Henry said rather excitedly.
I could only listen while Mr. Alderton explained the situation, leaving out the actual reason I needed to be punished. He even explained the companies policy on "Restitutions", which was something none of the slaves here had yet to be introduced to.
"I was just about to put this collar on the slave so that his head would have a bit more support. Why don't you go get a chair so that you can help me get him all `trussed up' nice and proper", Mr. Alderton said.
"Okay... great" came the reply.
"You don't suppose, John Henry, that even though your father treated you rather harshly... that it did you any major harm or permanent disability?"
"No Sir. I hated him at first for the way he enslaved me, but now I'm rather
happy here. I'd hate to think that I'd ever have to leave this place, but I know that such things are always a possibility. Now that I've come to completely accept my homosexuality, I get more than enough cock and other stuff, so I guess you could say that I have the best of both worlds. Not to mention the nice little nest egg that Mr. Latimore has set aside for me, since I've been kinda keeping him informed about what's been going on around here for the last year or so. I kinda miss that last man that came here as Mr. Latimore's intern. I hope he has turned out okay. He sure was a good guy to go through six months of slave training just so he'd get a proper education, and he was sure fun to play with... that's for sure."
Mr. Alderton didn't respond to the slave's diatribe. Instead, he began to slide the leather collar underneath my chin. "Take hold of master Kevin's head and hold it up please. I need to get this collar properly placed so that he can breathe properly", Mr. Alderton said in his normal `authoritative' voice.
"Excellent, thank you. Now if you'd be so kind as to stand up on the chair and I'll hand you an end to one of these bungee straps and I want you to hook your end into one of the links of the chain. The idea is to keep his head slightly raised so that when we let go of it, his head is just below ninety degrees."
After a minute or two, the three bungee straps had been adjusted to Mr. Latimore's liking and my head was now supported on the ends of these three straps. Mr. Latimore even thought it was rather comical when he pushed my head down closer to the floor and released it; sending my head back up like a rocket launcher.
"Would you kindly get me some hotter water than this? It has cooled off faster than I'd expected."
John Henry wasted little time in bringing back the bowl filled with piping hot water. He stood alongside Mr. Alderton watching with what I could tell was `eager anticipation' as to what he was witnessing.
"This sorta reminds me of when I was first taken below decks on my father's ship and his men started processing me", John Henry said, trying his best to speak more like a free man than a slave.
The shock of feeling the hot water flowing freely over my head and dripping down my face; left no doubt in my mind that I too was going to look like one of Shaun's newly inducted slave boys.
Once the shaving cream was applied to my head, Mr. Alderton stepped back and I heard, before I saw, him pulling his zipper down.
"Nothing better than having a mouth around your cock at various times of day, I always say. Master Kevin seemed to be intrigued when he spent time with me and I knew then, as I do now, that Master Kevin would like to lavish my dick with his own mouth", Mr. Alderton quipped.
John Henry responded by saying, "But is it right to have him suck your cock without even asking him. What if his father came in and discovered what you are having him do?"
"You would be quite right John Henry; but...you see... Master Kevin still has some of the drugs in his system and he is still showing outward signs that he has a need to suck a cock among other things. I'm sure that you'll discover before this is all over that master Kevin will probably enjoy this punishment session not to mention his aforementioned restitutin."
Mr. Alderton's cock sprung out from behind his undies and it was huge. I never would have imagined that any man on earth would have been blessed with such a long and thick cock.
"Now Kevin, I want you to remember the first moment that your nose smells my cock. I need you to process, in your mind, that almost every cock has that one `certain' odor that sets it apart from anything else in the world. Even John Henry can detect a cock under his own nose, even if he was blindfolded. You shouldn't even have to have it touch your lips before knowing that a cock is coming towards your mouth. You should learn that a slave, worth his own weight, will recognize a cock in time, so that the slave's mouth is open and expecting a cock before it touches. That's just something I learned from years of working with male slaves. Females, on the other hand are a bit more complicated; such was the case with your sister. It took her several times before she could discern that a cock was approaching her lips."
Mr. Alderton's cock touched my lips before my brain could register the smell. I tried to recall the smell of all the dicks I'd had up till now, but since I wasn't concerned with `smell' I suppose I hadn't even considered thinking this way. After six or seven times, I finally got my mouth open just before his cock made contact with my mouth.
Once it was touching my tongue, Mr. Alderton began coaching me on the `proper ' techniques that a slave "should and must" use when servicing a free man' s penis. All the while he was talking, he was also intently scrapping away the remaining stubbles on my head.
"I noticed, John Henry, that when I watched some of Master Kevin's video that he never really seemed to be able to copulate without gagging. Have you witnesses Master Kevin completely capable of taking a cock completely?"
"No Sir can't say that I have. Master Kevin has taken a number of cocks, but I think most of those were just so's they could piss in his mouth. I'm not really sure how many dicks Master Kevin had to suck on that properly deposited seed" replied John Henry.
There was a short pause, even the razor wasn't moving and the next thing I know, Mr. Alderton is rubbing shaving cream over the area that used to be my eyebrows.
"John Henry, would you please get me one of the jars from the table? One of them that's labeled SDS", Mr. Alderton politely asked.
"There are five different jars like that here Sir. Which one do you want? All of them have different numbers on them."
"Well now... let's see. I tell you what; why don't you select one", Mr. Alderton said quite matter of factly.
"I would, but I don't know what I'm `selecting' Sir", replied John Henry.
Mr. Alderton proceeded to laugh, which caused me concern. He waited to answer until he'd finished with the straight razor, leaving my eyebrow area as smooth as my head.
"I guess that with all the shit going on around here that I shouldn't be surprised that you've never seen those jars before. You see, boy, the numbers on each of the jars is in reference to the degree which a person desires to keep hair from growing on his slave. SDS, or Slave Depilatory Solution, has certain properties contained therein, which completely shut down a slave's hormonal system when it pertains to hair growth; and the number on the jar refers to the number of days that a slave's owner wants to leave his slave all nice and pretty."
"14, 30, 90, 180, 365", came the numbers, which flowed from John Henry's mouth.
"The secret to the solution working properly is that it has to be applied right after a slave's head has been shaved, as the hot water helps to keep the pours open long enough so that the solution gets down deep to the hair root and emulsifies it" Mr. Alderton said calmly.
"Damn, that must be some powerful stuff. I wouldn't know which number to pick for somebody like Master Kevin. How long does he want his hair gone for?" John Henry asked rather dumb founded.
"Well, I suppose we could ask him but, let's not. Let me put it to you this way, boy. John Henry will be staying here for, at least, the rest of the summer; but it could be longer; depending whether or not he fucks up again, like he did today. So you have two and a half months left until September, but summer isn't over until the fall actually starts, which is late September, and then it's officially `fall'.
"So then I should select the 90 day jar?" John Henry asked, as if his answer might be wrong.
"That would be the most logical number to apply... BUT... what if he screws up again? What if, when the new Master arrives that things change around here in the mean time. We'd have to wait until the last day of the cycle to re-apply the solution, which would mean another close shave and a total waste of time. "
"But.. But... the next number is twice as long. That would be six months without having any hair on his head", questioned the now bewildered slave.
"Precisely! BUT, you've lost focus on Master Kevin's desire to show restitution for his errors", barked Mr. Alderton.
John Henry fell totally silent, for the longest time; but that didn't stop Mr. Alderton from feeding me another half an inch of his cock. My jaws were aching and my throat was starting to feel as dry as a desert.
"How about we consider the 180 jar? That way Master Kevin will know precisely when his hair will start to show signs of re-growth", answered Mr. Alderton. "It should look rather nice, say around the holidays or shortly there after ".
Six months of being bald? How could this be happening to me? I should say something; but what if I do? Knowing Mr. Alderton's penchant for administering pain, he'd probably see to it that my punishment was even more severe than perhaps what he might have already planned for me. Best I just keep calm and concentrate on his cock.
"180 it is then Sir. I hope Master Kevin won't be mad at me?"
Another moment of silence followed, before I felt the dampness of the cream like substance. I was doomed to being bald for six months.
Mr. Alderton began, just where he'd left off; telling me more ways to properly suck a free man's cock and how `good' of a job I was doing already.
He pulled his cock out, shortly there after and began smoothing some of the cream onto the eyebrow area. "I wouldn't want to chance getting any of this stuff dripping down on to my pubic hairs. I don't want to be the first free man to find out that this stuff works, without shaving", Mr. Alderton said with a sort of demonic chuckle at the end of the sentence.
Even though I'd been trying to keep my eyes closed the entire time, I couldn' t help but to open them up hoping once more get a good look at Mr. Alderton' s mammoth cock. However, what I saw wasn't his cock; but the jar of solution.
Other than the black lettered label, the jar was white plastic... BUT... the number on the jar was 365.
I opened my mouth to protest, but Mr. Alderton was a half a second faster than I was. His hand fell across my cheek, "Now, now, we'll have none of that from you this afternoon, Master Kevin."
"I'm surprised that nobody thought to shave Master Kevin's ass while you men had him down in the dungeon", Mr. Alderton said to John Henry in a rather pleasant voice. "I suppose since you all didn't do his legs or arms either that you all just sort of `forgot' but not to worry, we can both work on him now."
"You mean that Master Kevin wants all of his hair to be gone?" questioned John Henry.
"It's to be part of his restitution", came the quick reply. "Master Kevin told his father that he'd do whatever his father thought was a proper penance for his error and that includes denuding as far as I'm concerned. Besides, I' m sure that Kevin would rather accept a close shave versus getting a little something extra in his punishment session."
"But Master Kevin will look even more naked than any of the slaves, including me and Jordan. Is that fair?"
"Let's not concern ourselves with trying to understand the fairness of our assignment John Henry. I appreciate that fact that you are eager to learn your
trade as our first `campus trustee'. And that, young slave, is to follow every order that an administrative officer gives you without question or hestitation."
"Yes Sir, Sorry Sir", John Henry said, sounding like he'd just be scolded.
"Not to worry `boy', it's just something you have to keep in mind for your future days here. I wouldn't want you to fall out of favor with the incoming new master; especially if I wasn't around to come to your rescue."
"Thank you Sir", came the simple reply.
"Now then, what say that we get with it and get young Master Kevin all cleaned up nice and proper and pretty? I'll start on his butt and his pucker hole while you shave the backs of his arms and the backs of his legs. If it were anybody other than Master Kevin, I'd consider leaving them hanging like this till we were done, but I'm sure that his back is starting to feel the strain. We can move him over to the slave table and finish off his face and the whole front side of him while we've got him all comfy on the table."
What seemed to take forever, most likely didn't take long at all; and then John Henry quickly removed the items from the slave table, while Mr. Alderton was lowering me to the floor.
It took a few seconds for me to get my balance back, just long enough for Mr. Alderton and John Henry to assist myself walking over to the table.
Once again, I felt the warmth of the water, followed by the shave cream and the razors; while both males worked tirelessly to rid my skin of hair and stubble. My collar was removed and Mr. Alderton went immediately to work shaving my face and underneath my chin.
When they'd finished with the shaving, Mr. Alderton had John Henry apply the number 360 solution to the rest of my skin, including my face with an extra dose carefully rubbing onto the spots where my eyebrows once were.
"The shaving has taken a bit longer than I'd anticipated", exclaimed Mr. Alderton. Get me the measuring tape and let's get this young man measure up for his nice and pretty iron cuffs. We wouldn't want him looking like a nerd tomorrow now would we."
Mr. Alderton measured my neck, wrists, and ankles and then he began measuring my soft but hardening cock. He even squeezed my nuts way down in the sac and measured them as well. Once he'd stroked my dick a few more times, he measured me in all my glory. "Master Kevin's cock isn't the biggest I've seen on a man his size, but at least it isn't a stub like some I've seen."
I knew, from before, that he had written the sizes down on the standard slave induction physical examination form; which he handed to John Henry and told him to locate the proper sizes for me.
"I guess I should get you all trussed up so that we can get this over with" , Mr. Alderton said rather nicely. "After we're done, I guess it will be time for your punishment."
I looked into his eyes, like a doe into a set of headlights. I could almost see a demonic glaze to his eyes, but I probably was just imagining things.
John Henry came back, and laid the iron cuffs and collar directly onto my chest. "Excellent my boy! You are learning the ways of a trustee quite well".
"Thank you Sir", came back the reply.
"While I get the cuffs and collar on, I want you to get the other set of chains ready for Master Kevin. It will be best if we keep his hands and feet out of the way for the next few minutes."
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