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A Lesson In Time, Chapter Thirty Six
I felt the table being lowered, horizontal, so that I was left to lay completely flat, with nothing more than the underside of the barn roof to look at.
Mr. Alderton had John Henry take hold of my left foot, while he, Mr. Alderton placed the heavy metal cuff against my flesh. "Good fit indeed", he said.
"Now Master Kevin, I'm going to lightly tap this lead and tin dowel into your cuff. We wouldn't want the judge to see that we've been negligent in our duties as overseers of male flesh." Mr. Alderton said with no uncertain degree of self righteous pride.
I felt the metal against metal, before I heard it. At least his diligence about `lightly' had been true. "The only way these cuffs can come of is if somebody saws them off or if they drill out the dowel. But for now, none of us have anything to worry about."
One by one, each of my limbs was decorated with the dull, unattractive metal cuffs. They felt as if they were made out of lead, just by the sheer heavy feeling.
"I'm sure glad that my cuffs aren't that big or that heavy", chimed John Henry.
"Well boy, just in case you didn't know; but any `estate trustee' isn't required to wear cuffs, as long as he does his job correctly", added Mr. Alderton.
John Henry almost went ballistic with joy. It had been just two years ago that his cuffs had been installed and now his journey towards a totally different transformation were soon to take place.
"Let's get the Master's collar in place so that we can finish up with his shave", Mr. Alderton said, as if oblivious to John Henry's moment of glee.
I barely got a good look at the collar, but it was long enough to alert me to the fact that this particular collar wasn't going to be something anybody would desire to have around their neck. It was thick, tall and it had at six large rings welded to it.
John Henry raised my head as Mr. Alderton slid the collar behind my neck. It didn't take but a quick minute, and the collar was firmly locked into place.
"You shave Master Kevin's upper body and I'll start down below", Mr. Alderton said, still maintaining his domineering tone of voice. "But first we should secure him in a dignified manner so that he won't move around and risk getting nicked by one of our razors."
All was quiet, as Mr. Alderton adjusted most all of the chains dangling above and alongside of my body. I dare not move my head to see just what, and how, he was attaching the cuffs to the chains. All I knew, was when the two men were ready, John Henry was told to begin `extracting the slack' in the chains. Slowly, and in unison, my arms and legs began to move horizontal to my body and I thought for a second that my legs would be ripped off of my body. I could even feel the tension of the moment all the way up to my torso, which briefly caused me a second or two of worry.
"There, that's so much better. It gives us a nice tight surface to shave; and besides, I've always enjoyed seeing a male's body splayed out this way. It sort of sends the man or slave a silent signal that he's now at the mercy of
another."
I soon felt the hot water and shaving cream on my feet and my hands. Once or twice I caught a glimpse of John Henry's face; and he seemed almost captivated by his assigned task. By the time John Henry had finished shaving my arm and pit, he quickly moved over to the other side; while not as fast as Mr. Alderton was with his straight razor, John Henry seemed to know what and how to perform' for someone such as Mr. Alderton. I'm sure that he wouldn't desire to screw up, least he too be punished or worse yet, loose his status as trustee'.
"I'll tell you what John Henry, why don't we switch places. I'll do Master Kevin's torso and you can finish up, down here. All that's left to do is around the pucker hole and Master Kevin's youthful cock and balls. I'm sure that he'd prefer you to shave him there, rather than having me do it." Mr. Alderton said, in what I detected as sort of a cynical voice, directed at me.
Even though my muscles were straining, I kept my eyes and mouth closed as to not give either of them the slightest indication that I was rather uncomfortable in such a position. I knew that it wouldn't be much longer anyway.
I tried to put all of my concentration into something more personal and meaningful, just so I wouldn't spring a boner; but that didn't work. With the straight razor gliding over my chest and around my nipples, and John Henry's hand lathering up my cock and balls it was futile to even think that my hormones wouldn't react to such erotic attention.
"I'm thinking that Master Kevin might like to have one last chance to have an orgasm before we finish him up", Laughed Mr. Alderton.
John Henry remained silent as he spread the cream all around and onto my cock
and balls. I was left alone for several minutes; which I took to cast my eyes downward as far as I could, noting the once thick white cream, now nothing but a memory as it apparently absorbed itself into my flesh. I knew that Mr. Alderton had enjoyed himself too, as he made short giggling sounds as he applied the cream to my chest, while holding up each of my nipple rings, even to the point of making the following comment. "A man without hair in his `pits' isn't going to be seen as much of a free man, that's for damn sure."
In the background I could hear Mr. Alderton speaking to John Henry and he seemed to be explaining something to the slave. I had no vision as to what he may or may not be doing to or with John Henry. I'm sure that sooner, than later, I'd discover the content of the conversation; even if I had to `convince' John Henry that it would be only proper to tell a free man the answer to any question posed.
Returning to the slave table, Mr. Alderton began adjusting the chains and cuffs so that at least my legs weren't spread so obscenely wide. Instead, my feet were taken vertical and THEN, Mr. Alderton used another set of chains to spread my feet; once more leaving my ass pucker exposed to the world. I half expected that this was it… this was the beginning of my punishment session.
I soon saw Mr. Alderton standing alongside of the table, near my hips and John Henry, once more, standing between my legs.
"Now boy, carefully take hold of Master Kevin's sac and work his balls all the way down and start your gradual pulling; until all of his flesh from underneath is nice and tight", Mr. Alderton said calmly and carefully.
I could instantly feel the softness and warmth of the slave's hands, as he seemed a little hesitant to cause me undue harm and discomfort. He slowly began manipulating my nuts down into the bottom of my scrotum, while at the same time maintained a rather slow, but steady, pull.
Nothing more needed to be said apparently, as I felt an ungodly weight lay just above the base of my cock. The feel was cold and menacing. The same feeling quickly encircled the area of my nut sack which lies just below the base of my dick. I soon heard and felt the tapping of the small implement that Mr. Alderton had been using previous to this; as he apparently wanted to seal the fate of my cock and balls without having to worry that my `presentation' with the courts tomorrow would somehow be affected.
Now the tension on my nut sack wasn't coming from the slave, but rather from the iron and steel clad collar surrounding it. There was no more warmth coming from the slave and the only thing I felt was a cold and brazen gaze from Mr. Alderton. "Well done Master Kevin. Most slaves getting ringed like that would have protested until their voices failed", Mr. Alderton spoke with certainty.
"But, Sir… I'm not a slave. I'm a free man and one from whom will come great things for our beloved slave industry, lest you forget that I'm the son of this country's most prominent and famous advocate for the return of slavery in this great and grand land of ours", I said, rather abruptly.
"Please Master Kevin don't take my words as a demeaning cut into your well being. It's not my intention to infer that you are less than a free man", he replied. "It has been such a day filled with turmoil that I find myself sometimes forgetting with whom I working on. I was merely attempting to make reference to your acceptance and tolerance for the seemingly unnatural addition to the male appendage."
I was just about to say something else, but the next sound I heard was that of my father.
"Gentlemen, GENTLEMEN!" bellowed my father. "Do I detect a friction between the two of you? I certainly hope that, that isn't the case in point. We've all had a most stressing day and the last thing I need, is to hear two of the most prized people in my life bickering back and forth."
"No Sir, it's not like that at all", clamored Mr. Alderton.
"Dad, he was talking to me as if I was nothing more than a simple slave and I
took offense to it. Just look at me dad. I've got not on single hair on my body and they've put some kind of cream all over me so that none of my hair will grow back for at least a year. And that's not even mentioning the fact that Mr. Alderton here, stuck his own penis in my mouth, trying to teach me the proper way that a slave should suck cock. And look at the way they have me trussed up like a damn Christmas turkey. I didn't think that I'd agreed to all of this. It was just supposed to be a minor appearance in front of the judge tomorrow in order for me to fulfill my obligation to you."
"Kevin, Kevin, let's not get ahead of ourselves. There's no real need to get
yourself all worked up over such small things. It was you, after all, that precipitated this turn of events in the first place", dad said stoically.
I could feel my father's hands running up my stomach towards my head long before my eyes focused on his menacing frame.
"But father…" and that's all I was able to get out before dad cut me off.
"Just look at how simple and pure you look. Have you seen yourself yet? Well, I guess not, or you wouldn't be bitching like you are. And as for Mr. Alderton planting his penis in your mouth, I'm sure it was just from years of working with and training slaves. We all know how it is when years of rote exercises kick in. It's not like we all haven't already seen you sucking another man's dick, now is it? Don't get me wrong son, there's nothing wrong with being gay, or even being a slave who must learn to please a free man. It's all just part of nature, that some men rebel when being forced or coerced into sucking dick, and I'm sure that's all it was with Mr. Alderton thinking he had to coax you, and coach you."
"But father, you've not heard a single word I've said. Look what I did for you at Windy Hills. Look how much information I've sent Ms. Mudfart. I'm doing a good job for you and your company. Why are you and everybody else treating me this way?" I questioned.
"There you go again son. Just like the days when you were going through puberty and high school. Always challenging every single word your mother or I said to you. Between you and your sister, I don't know which one of you is more the cry baby. If you'd both grown up to be more like your brother Zeb, you'd probably not found yourself in such a situation AND you wouldn't have caused your mother and I so much grief of late. Look at the situation your sister is in today, just because she thought her own shit didn't stink; relying solely upon the Latimore name to get her just about anything and everything she ever wanted. As for yourself, you've been given the best of everything and perhaps that is partially our own fault for pampering you; but those days are long gone as of now."
As my father talked or better said, gave me one of his sermons, I felt a hand or hands begin to massage my nutsack. My mind began to think more of the sensual feelings in my nuts than to pay attention to what my father was saying. And, as if that wasn't enough, I felt someone easing a finger or two up inside my ass, scrapping as it were, over my prostate; only bringing a more unbridled flow of blood towards my cock.
"You haven't heard a single word I've said, have you?' dad said raising his voice. "All this will be yours and your siblings one day and this is the kind of response and assistance I get from you and your sister. My god, son; can 't you even see that all of these employees are working themselves into a frazzle just to get this place in a financially stable situation. They've done more work in four hours than you've done in a lifetime, so quit complaining and whimpering like a fucking baby! Already, they've accounted for every slave, they've done a rather exhausted financial inventory and they've even skewed the folders of all the slaves into the computers and have come up with a comprehensive list of the slaves that will be staying and the slaves that will be moved out. Even Mr. Alderton has worked up a list of infractions against Shaun and the other overseers and he's also worked up a rather exhausting schedule for all the slaves that will remain on the estate. All this is yours, but you just don't seem to want to make even the slightest of sacrifices. All you and your sister do is whine like a little kid if you don't get your own way."
"Honest dad, I've heard every word. I'm sorry that I haven't been like Zeb, but that's what makes our family unique and special. We're all different, and each of us has our own set of qualities and family traits. It's not that I don't know what you and mom have sacrificed, because I do. It's just hard sometimes for me to express my thanks. Don't you think that if I wasn't cooperating with Mr. Alderton, that I'd be standing here instead of laying here like this. This isn't the most comfortable position in the world to be in, you know. Being exposed in plain view and in front of you is like something I've never experienced except in the SIMS and later that same day. It isn't something every boy wants his father to see or to even know."
"Yes son, I understand completely. It is the same, almost, as when I was involved heavily with `hands on' experience myself, with slaves. They too, thrashed around and spoke unrepentant while they themselves were undergoing their
indoctrinations. But in your case, you are not a slave, but an instrument towards a goal. And the goal, is as you know, to win over the county and federal judges tomorrow. There is literally millions and millions of future dollars at stake tomorrow and we must have all of our paperwork and evidence prepared without a single flaw or nick."
Dad continued his feely touchy ways with my naked body, sometimes running his fingers over and over again on my smooth armpit. I could feel something being wrapped around my scrunched up nuts, or better I should say, `between' them. It felt like a soft and supple leather, that was causing all the discomfort, but I wasn't totally sure. The more time spent weaving the leather, began to takes its toll. My skin and my balls began to feel the additional pressure which started to make me feel as if something more tragic was about to happen.
"But dad", I said, finally turning my head to meet his gaze. "But why do you have to do all of these things to me. Isn't that video enough? I don't understand any of this, any more."
"Son, it's like I said before. We have to be able to show the courts that what they've done to you and with you has had some lasting, long term effects. We can't have you going there and saying that you feel all better now and that it wasn't their entire fault. We have to make our case, just like anybody else and it has to be air tight, and concrete solid", he responded in a most paternal voice.
My balls continued to feel swollen, as Mr. Alderton (I think) slowly ran his hands over each of them. I could tell that he'd woven the leather strip so near perfect that each of my nuts was standing out like a sore thumb. My ass was continuously sending my brain all of the wrong signals, for the moment.
"Okay dad, I think I understand where you're coming from, but I hope that this is the final stage of my restitution. It's getting most uncomfortable like this. My arms and legs are getting so tired and my muscles are really starting to strain in this position."
"It's almost over with son", dad said rather soberly. "Just concentrate on something else. Something that you've found to bring you happiness and joy. Perhaps if you think about your last night at home, or the sex you had with ` 616' up at Windy Hills."
I fell silent, but my eyes were still fixed upon my father's face. "Maybe you might find comfort, if you allow yourself to feel how much attention and care that John Henry is paying to your rectum. I know that you must be feeling
something up inside of you. You never, from this moment on, have to feel as if you can't tell me anything and everything that you need to", dad said with a smile.
Mr. Alderton spoke up finally, after being so quiet, for so long. "You know, Master Kevin, that everything we do has a reason and a useful purpose. Nothing in this world is worth wasting, not even time. Everything is a `lesson in time'… it's just how one person looks at it compared with the next guy's. Your father is probably the best, without a doubt, the only person I know that can size up a man better than anybody else. If your father didn't think you were up to this, he would have certainly accepted or chosen a much different restitution for your consideration. What he's done here in less than twenty four hours is nothing less than remarkable. And look at the good work your mother has done all of her life. She's fought for equal rights for female slaves and much more. Now even the female slaves get treated as equals to all the male slaves in our great land. Let me ask you Master Kevin, do you think your friend who lives across the street from you would rather have a male or a female slave sucking his penis and licking his ass clean?" So you see, your parents are wise well beyond their years Master Kevin. There is much yet for your young life to learn and accept. I'm sorry if I sound so rude, but it is simply the fact that I love your father and his work and there's nothing I wouldn 't do for the man."
I thought that my father and Mr. Alderton were all done preaching to me. I was correct in that particular sense, but there was more to come. "Son", dad began; "would you possibly consider forgoing your punishment for say… an added small process towards your restitution?"
I didn't know what to say. I suppose I could have asked him what he meant by `small' but I didn't. I watched my father as he turned towards John Henry and nodded his head. Moments, seconds later, I began to feel John Henry twisting and turning his fingers inside my ass with more fervor than before. I also noticed that I was also beginning to feel a certain distinguishable pressure on the outside of my ass. My cock became painfully sore, now so hard that it wanted to fly away. I could feel my balls wanting and needing to pull closer to my body, but were restrained from doing so.
More pressure, and then I felt another of the slave's fingers poking around inside of me. The sensation was almost to much to bear. Mr. Alderton had withdrawn from the table, along with my father. I didn't much care, by now, if they'd stayed to watch; as I squirmed around the slave table, trying to find a recourse for my situation. I cast my eyes as far down as I could and I finally was able to see John Henry's face.
He wasn't even looking at me, per say, but at my ass hole. I could see that his mind was concentrating fully on his assignment.
I could feel my ass stretch more, as the slave continued to work himself up into a sweat. I, myself, was beginning to wonder when the pain would subside, but knowing my father… I shouldn't hold my breath.
Pleasure mixed with pain. What a `novel' idea. Every time I thought the pain was too much to accept, John Henry seemed to trace one or two fingers over my love bud and all was taken away; as my sexual competence took over.
Before I could catch a breath, my cock began to erupt into spasms of delight and relief. It was also the time that the pain in my ass went away. It felt totally strange, totally awesome.
My cock was still oozing sperm, while my ass seemed to feel fuller than ever. John Henry was finally making eye contact with me, and his face was aglow with a sense of pride. It all made sense to me, once he began slowly twisting his entire hand, that had found its way into the darkness of my bowels. Now, I 'd been properly and formally `fisted', by a slave no less.
I watched John Henry lean forward and engulf my dick into his mouth; sucking and licking the few remaining remnants of my free man's seed into his own body. I could feel the sweat just starting to pour out of my skin, as the slave seemed to have such expertise in dick sucking that he once again, still, had me in the throws of ecstasy. If he wasn't a slave, and I wasn't a free man, there might have been an instantaneous connection between the two of us. He sucked on my staff lavishly; as if he was in love with it and me. My cock, didn't seem to have any desire of going soft.
I saw both men approach the table, and each of them had a warm smile on their face. "You see son, such is something to look forward to more and more as time progresses. And I'm sure that you'll agree that having John Henry's lithe hand inside your rectum is a delightful surprise, as well.
I managed to smile, somewhat meagerly, but it was a smile; and I didn't care one way or the other who was watching the two of us coupled together like two links of chain.
Mr. Alderton placed his index finger into one of the larger pools of my sperm
and coated it quite well; then he proceeded to offer it to my own lips. I graciously accepted it and began sucking his finger. It was the first time that
I had ever tasted my own seed, but it was all good and most rewarding. I guess it was still the after effects of the drug laden drink that had caused me
to fall so degenerately into this sexual debauchery.
"Here son, try some of this", dad said quietly, as he offered up two of his fingers covered in sperm. Over and over again, I sucked both dad's and Mr. Alderton's fingers until there was no more sperm left anywhere on my abdomen or chest. John Henry maintained his vigil, with his hand slowly pumping back and forth in my ass and his mouth suckling my cock. This had to be a dream.
To Be Continued