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A Lesson In Time, Chapter Forty
There wasn't much time that my brain wasn't active; thinking about one thing or another. Whether it was the cock that had just creamed a load in my mouth or the words being spoken to and around me, my brain relentlessly tried to keep up.
I had always known that dad loved me, but now since he'd finally displayed a more humanly and dominant side to his love; I began to feel his warmth and compassion towards me, his youngest son. I suppose it is just one of those things that you just have to experience for yourself because words that could describe the feelings and emotions between a father and a son in such a way are hard to come by. Just know that my dad and I have finally found that one common thread with which to bind our two souls together and I can only hope that I find the courage and strength to allow myself to grow up to become just as good a person as my daddy.
After a few minutes, dad said his good nights' until tomorrow; as he and Mr. Alderton needed to mingle' with the employees upstairs over a nice hot home cooked meal.
Chatter between the two slaves continued briefly, before I felt the heavy chain leash once again being connected.
John Henry quietly and politely said we three were going down the hall to ` your new home'. "Mr. Latimore feels, oh I'm sorry, I meant to say your daddy feels that you'd be more comfortable crawling down the hall for drinks and dinner, so come along now little one."
I don't know why I accepted the way John Henry was speaking to me, but I found it sorta useless, for now, to waste time thinking of a way to reprimand him for his insensitive statement.
"J don't speak to Master Kevin that way", Jordan blurted out. "We can't forget that he is a master and not a slave like us."
"Jesus, didn't you hear one single fucking word that Mr. Latimore said? Master Kevin is re-living a small part of his past for a few days and he wants us to think of him as if he's a small child; so get the fuck over it, unless you want me reporting you for disobedience", John Henry barked back.
In my room' I heard the squeak of the bed, as apparently someone had sat down on it. "Now go ahead and get your boy' started on his supper", commanded John Henry. "It was all nice and warm when I fixed it but its cold by now. While he's eating you can eat your supper too. Mrs. Latimore wants you back on a normal slave diet so you know what that means."
"Damn, I thought I'd never see slave kibble again for any of my food. Damn, I hate this stuff. Are you sure that Mrs. Latimore told you to bring this to me?", Jordan asked rather sadly.
"Well, you can always trot upstairs and ask her yourself", John Henry said just before breaking out in laughter.
"I'll check with somebody later, but now we've got to get Master Kevin watered and fed", Jordan said with dismay.
The first suck on the rubber nipple from what was the `yellow bottle' alerted me instantly that it was filled with lukewarm piss.
After finishing the bottle, Jordan unclamped my piss hose, which allowed me to feel so much better. Then he helped reposition me so that I was actually resting on my forearms while my mouth and tongue tried to consume that which was in a large bowl on the floor.
John Henry started laughing as Jordan eased the nipple of a `blue' bottle into my mouth. "The poor kid, will be fucked up for days with all the meds they 've given him", he said with a certain degree of what sounded to me as a relief.
After finishing the bottle, I remained kneeling as Jordan made quick work of his kibbles; while all the while getting teased by John Henry.
I started to feel more `faint' and weak with each passing minute, even though I could expressly feel the stretching of my rectum while one of the slaves began forcing the obscenely large plug/tail into my anal cavity.
The next thing I knew, I was in a dark world, alone. I must have fallen into a deep sleep.
Morning came in the gentlest way. Even with my mind still clouded, I could feel the softness and warmth of flesh pressing again my own. It was smooth and tender. Air, warm live air was slowly whisping its way across my mouth. With an arm resting over top of my chest and what must have been a youthful leg crossed over my own leg, I discovered, or at least I `assumed', that it must be Jordan who was cuddled up against me.
As I lay there, with little to do but think, it became abundantly clear that something was stuffed up my ass. The more I concentrated on the feeling, the more I came to realize that whatever it was, was along the size of gigantic. I could begin to actually feel the weight of the object as my body apparently was still trying to adjust itself to the anal invader. It was only a mental picture that I was painting, but nonetheless I knew that the object up my ass was bigger than anything that had gone before it. Trying to adjust my legs, I felt the hairs of the tail, which were attached to the butt plug. It was the slow movement of my legs, that began to cause Jordan to stir from his nights rest.
"Oh sorry Master Kevin, I didn't mean to sprawl out all over you like this" , Jordan quickly stated as he extracted his entire body away from my own. "I just thought that perhaps Master Kevin would like to have a warm body for the night so that he wouldn't feel so lonely in this place".
"Thanks boy", I replied. "I don't mind and as a matter of fact I found it rather nice; to tell you the truth."
"John Henry wants me to get you all ready for your day and then I'm to go and get our morning meal Sir", Jordan said; continuing on with... "I'm so sorry about Master Kevin's plug, but John Henry thought it would be better for you to take while you were really out, just so's you wouldn't feel any discomfort or pain. It's the largest plug on the estate. I guess your pa wants to make sure that your love hole can take just about anything here on the estate, as long as you're `experimenting with your sexual things'."
I rolled over onto my back, feeling the tightness of the hood which continued to darken my word. My hands and feet remained sheathed in leather coverings and my poor cock was still filled with the catheter and the large Prince Albert ring. I could feel the numbness in my tits and ears as the newer rings began to demonstrate their presence on my body.
I had to keep my legs bent at the knees and rather wide, due to the enormous size of the base of the plug which was filling my ass. It became more than obvious that this particular plug was also a lengthy one; just from the mere fact of being able to feel it further up into my bowels.
"I'm just going to empty your night bag Master Kevin, as it is almost full of pee", Jordan said, almost as if trying to refrain from giggling. "Then I' ll just give you a quick, but warm sponge bath right here on the bed if that' s okay".
I didn't respond to his statement. All I could do, and wanted to do was to lay there, motionless, and feel the faintest of a breeze flow over my nakedness.
The fragrance from the soap was the same as the night before as Jordan commented on it himself, by saying "this soap smells kind of `girly' but it smells good just the same. I sure hope you don't mind smelling this way."
Jordan was extremely gentle as he washed my sore balls and cock. He was even more cautious when it came time for him to remove the gauze bandage from the end of my dick. Apparently, everything was okay with the new hole that was lanced through my shaft to accommodate the steel ring.
"After last night's enema, I'm thinking that Master Kevin doesn't have anything up inside that needs to come out just yet, so that's a good thing if you ask me", Jordan gleefully said. "Least wise I don't have to remove Master Kevin's pretty plug and then have to force it back in. If the Master doesn' t mind this slave saying so, Sir; but your butt looks much nicer now, since the skin and flesh have puckered all up and around the nice plug. I remember when I discovered that my butt had been changed, just like the Master's. At first I was nervous, but now it's so cool. I never have to worry about ` hooking up' with my four legged friend down the hall. I love him so much; that I don 't know what I'd do if they ever took him away from me."
In a surprised state of `denial', I replied "well to each his own I guess, but I'm not so sure I like the idea of somebody stretching my ass just because it pleases them. I guess if I was more like you, I wouldn't mind it as much ".
My sexual desires and urges were rising to the occasion, with each and every
passing moment; and oddly enough I was beginning to actually feel my inner-self start to regress, much like last night.
In the mean time, back in town; Mr. and Mrs. Latimore were preparing to sit down to their breakfast, which was just now being delivered to their room by two handsome, well built, extremely endowed slaves.
Neither of the two adult free persons seemed the least bit surprised at just how well the hotel slaves responded to their commands. Just hearing the Yes Master, No Master and Yes Ma'am coming from the mouths of the slaves was enough for the Latimore's to realize that their fame, purpose and intent had well preceded them during the wee hours of the morning.
"I haven't been away from home to long, but I already miss our two slaves", Mrs. Latimore said rather sullenly. "It's just not the same without either of them. They both know exactly how we live, what we eat and when. I'd hate to think that we'd have to train a new pair of slaves to service and serve us. "
"Yes dear", Mr. Latimore replied, attempting to settle his wife's misgivings about being far from home. "You'll be home soon enough, honey. By one o' clock you'll be back in your own world, surrounded by all those that love and respect you."
"Oh honey, I just can't wait either. You know I'll miss you for the next few days, but there's always the phone. I wonder what Kevin is going to think when he finds out that you are staying over until Sunday. I'm not surprised though that he couldn't connect the dots last night when you mentioned Zeb's name. I think, if you ask me, that the two boys will get along famously once they each get settled in and the `newness' of everything starts to wear a little."
"No doubt, my lady", Kevin's father replied. "I'm sure that they will get along infamously and that they just might find that they each have much in common. AND, we don't want to forget about the sister either. She'll be here late on Saturday, which will be a surprise to all of them as well. I'm sure that Zeb will be more surprised to see her than Kevin will. How long has it been since Zeb had seen Carol?"
"Oh my, I guess it would be close to four years now", answered Mrs. Latimore. "Rest assured that neither of our boys will recognize her at first. It's difficult even for me to tell who she is, if I didn't already know. But, she put herself into this situation and for the summer, she'll just have to deal with the consequences of her actions."
"So we are both agreeable to everything we discussed last night then", dad said in his `business' voice.
"Yes dear", mom answered. "It isn't something that I would have imagined happening all this fast and with such definitive recourse. I'm sure that Zeb will be able to handle everything just fine. He's got his three co-workers to fall back on if need be and since they've all worked together for so long, it will only benefit the estate. On the other hand, Shaun just might find everything not to his liking, but at least he'll still have a job if he chooses to stay on. As for the other three overseers... well I can't see how they've been able to keep their jobs all this time. Zeb is looking forward to terminating their employment the minute he steps foot onto the estate."
"Very true, my love, very true", dad interjected before mom could even get another sentence started.
"Now then... are we sure that the office can do without Mr. Alderton for a whole week. I know how busy we're getting back at the office, but I'm certain that his expertise is needed here, just a bit more than it is back home. Afterall, come next Monday, the new SIMS machine comes in and he'll have to show the men how to operate it and how to extract all of the samples from each of the slaves."
"Yes dear, I've told you a thousands times already; that I've spoken with him last night at great length and he's more than ready to assist Zeb and his boys for a week, so that they get the `lay of the land'. And, don't forget that I'm coming back in a week to check on everything; so that if there is a situation, I'll be able to lend them a hand. But I honestly don't think that will be necessary.
"And tell me once more about Tyler. Just how do you think Kevin is going to react to having his friend working at the estate. And something else has been on my mind as well. We can't keep calling it an estate'. We have to come up with our own brand' name for it, so that everybody will know it is a facility for acquiring and training of slaves for every conceivable slave owner in the country. If you intend on competing with "Windy Hills", you've got to keep everybody's nose to the grind stone for the first year or so and we both know how tough that'll be", mom said as she finally needed to inhale.
"Tyler will do just fine dear. I've spoken to him about his job performance and function on the estate and he's more than ready to fulfill his obligation as one of our interns. I'm sure that he and our children will get along just fine", dad answered. "We've plenty of time to arrive at a new name for this venture, so let us not rush into re-naming the place just yet. If we select a new name now, we might just regret it down the road."
"Yes, I know that you've spoken with him, but I'm more concerned about how long he's going to be employed with us. The last one stayed with us for just under a year before he `conveniently' vanished from the face of the earth. I sure wouldn't want any of our neighbors thinking that we might be responsible if anything happened to Tyler", mom said with a rather perturbed tone to her voice.
"No dear, nothing like the last one will happen with the boy Tyler. In fact; Tyler has already told me that while he and Kevin were in school together that he had an idea that our son was gay, just by the way Kevin looked at him and by the girlish way he acted whenever he was within five feet of Tyler. So I 'm sure that Tyler is more than capable of handling himself as he learns the trade. Who knows dear, the two of them might eventually become the best of friends or even something more `permanent'."
"Does this Tyler have any idea what Kevin is going through right now?", mom questioned.
"Well, to be quite honest dear, I'm not sure exactly what I've mentioned to the boy. All I can remember is that I told him that we are allowing our son to not only discover and experience slavery from the bottom up, but that we were also allowing Kevin to express his own inner self; which I'm sure is of a benefit to Kevin."
The phone next to the sofa rang and dad was quick to answer it. Apparently Mr. Alderton was calling to `update' dad on any and all things which had transpired the night before and in the early morning hours. When the call was complete, dad simply returned to the table and finished his cup of coffee.
"Seems like things are going along splendidly, dear. Mr. Alderton informs me that all of the slaves have been properly fitted with the required rings and that Shaun and his crew are exhausted from working straight through till completion. Thankfully Zeb won't be saddled with the normal, mundane, activity of prepping the slaves. The crew is there to work on barn number three, with about two dozen of our slaves, who have demonstrated their desire to assist in the conversion of the barn. By tomorrow the barn will be totally transformed if Mr. Alderton can keep Shaun busy. But I'm afraid that until the barn is finished the four newbies will have to be housed in the processing building at least for one night."
Mom simply stared in utter amazement at how much had already been done just by the sheer presence of having Mr. Alderton at the estate.
"Mr. Alderton seems to think that we might want to either upgrade the video system in the main house or just simply have it removed and have a more modern system put in. The contractors are already working on the video systems out in the barns and in the processing center, so I informed Alderton to go ahead and revamp the entire system in the house so that everything is up to date and then we won't have to worry about any of that for a long time", dad said to mom; knowing full well that somewhere along the way mom was going to have to ask about the cost of the systems.
"The really good news is that staff' has already gotten the judge to sign all of the transfer orders this morning which means that one hundred and eighty two of the slaves will be moved out by tonight. The slave transports are up in Little Rock now and are heading down here, so it won't be to much longer that we have to put up with the really defiant ones. To bad, in a way; as I'm positive that if time permitted, Mr. Alderton would have liked to have had a chance to show them the errors of their ways. However, I'm sure that our friends' down in Austin will have a joyous time training all of them to meet the needs and demands of some of their more "extreme" clientele."
"It all sounds very good dear", mom said, smiling ear to ear. She of all people knew how hard it would be to keep all the extra slaves on the estate while Zeb was getting his feet planted deep into his new job and his new home.
"But tell me dear", mom asked. "Nothing has been said about Kevin? What is he doing now?
After one of the slaves had refilled their cups with fresh coffee, dad continued. "Seems as though Kevin had a restful night. Mr. Alderton looked in on him just prior to himself going upstairs to bed. "Everything that needed to be done with our son, has been done and quite professionally I might add. Seems as if the slave Jordan has taken a shine to our boy and Mr. Alderton feels that Jordan will be a huge asset to Kevin. This morning Kevin had a good breakfast, a nice sponge bath and from what Alderton tells me ... he was engaged in some kind of activity with Jordan the last time he looked at the monitors in the office.
Before mom left for the airport, they both entertained a number of visitors in their hotel suite. The first to arrive was the town Sheriff, followed by none other than the mayor. The last visitor to request an audience with my parents was none other than the judge.
I think it was pretty close to noon, when dad arrived at the estate; or at least when I think I first noticed him. It is something, I guess, that I'll just never forget; that being the fragrance of daddy's cologne. He always wears it every day, so I suppose he likes it too. He gets it from a men's store called the Strawberry Republic.
I was lying on the bed, with my head propped up on several pillows while John Henry was draining the pee from his body directly into my mouth. Jordan was
standing alongside the bed; apparently waiting patiently for his turn. My butt had finally begun to accept the impalement of the huge butt plug and it was now only serving me as a reminder that this is what most slaves endure soon after indenturement. However, my brain was translating the feelings and sensations in a more `sensual' manner; to which I can't honestly describe.
The smell of dad's cologne got stronger, as Jordan eased himself off of the be d, only to be followed by John Henry.
As John Henry graciously allowed me to suckle the piss from within his body, dad began to talk to me.
"How's my little boy?" he started by saying. "I hear that Jordan took good care of you last night and by the looks of it now; I'd say that the two slaves are continuing to do their job with a great sense of pride and dignity."
I was glad that daddy was pleased with the two slaves and more over seemingly pleased with his `little boy'. That made me feel even that much better.
It will always amaze me, I guess, just how different every male's pee is from one another. I wonder why that is? Not that I'm complaining, but it's just a simple matter of taste buds I guess.
John Henry all too soon extracted his cock from my mouth; just as I was beginning to feel it harden up.
"I suppose you are getting excited about going in to town this afternoon", dad said with an uplifted tone in his voice. "It won't take to long at the court house actually; as the judge pretty much knows the whole situation and he 's even reviewed those nasty videos that were made of you. It's mainly just for show, that you're going there today. Besides, I or should I say `WE' need to demonstrate to this redneck retards that from today forward, indenturement and slavery are not to be taken so lightly. You do understand what I mean don't you my little one."
"Yes daddy, I think so", I ever so meekly replied.
"Well that's good", he answered back, "I'm sure that over the next few days or so, that everything you've endured and have been exposed to will all come into reality for you. Just think of everything that you've learned up till now as a `lesson in time'; and one that I'm hoping will stay with you for a lifetime."
"Yes Sir, I sure do hope so daddy", I quickly said back to him.
"Your mother and most of the other employees have begun their plane ride back to the city and that just leaves us men, slaves and my boy here for now. I suppose that it will be a good thing if the two of us had another chance to bond, before I head back after the court hearings are concluded."
I wasn't sure exactly what dad was saying, but I knew that I had always felt the need to bond with him to a much greater extent than we'd had in the years
passed. Daddy always did seem to have more time and energy to do things with Zeb and Carol, than he did with me. So having just the two of us, alone for awhile, seemed like it might be a great thing.
"Do you remember what your mother taught you yesterday, about always making sure that you pleased everyone that came in contact with you?" he asked.
"Yes, mommy said that I should always be nice to everybody so that when I became somebody important, it would all pay off", I answered.
"That's exactly right, see I knew that you could understand how life is, and
what being nice and polite means", dad said rather joyfully.
I suppose dad was talking to one of the slaves when he asked, "what bottles has Master Kevin had so far today?"
"Sir, Master Kevin has had one full yellow bottle first thing this morning, followed by a full blue one and about an hour ago he had a full orange bottle" , John Henry blurted out. I was feeling so proud of John Henry for not hesitating to answer daddy's question.
"Well, one of you will have to go up to the kitchen; as Mr. Alderton has fixed another bottle for my little boy. Just ask him for the purple bottle and then after lunch make sure that our little one gets the whole bottle", daddy instructed the two slaves. Both of the slaves answered in unison, which pleased
daddy a great deal.
I heard the patter of naked feet scurry off, as dad said to me, "While we have the time, alone, let us not waste it, my little slurppie".
Dad quickly cautioned me that I was going to feel a bit uncomfortable' while he helped me up from the bed. He said that my new plug was probably going to hurt some' but for me not to worry. He was right about the hurt, as he soon had my legs dangling over the side of the bed with my knees spread as wide as humanly possible.
I was holding myself upright, by pressing down on the mattress with my covered paws; while dad took a position right along side of me, resting an arm over my shoulder while his hand draped down just above my left nipple.
Daddy was so nice, in that he went back over a lot of what mom had said the night before, in an honest attempt to make sure that I wouldn't forget that they both loved me very much and simply to reiterate the fact that my current situation was brought on by myself, through my acts, my words, and my desires.
Dad's hand began massaging my pectoral muscle just above my teet, which caused the large nipple ring to rise and fall with each vertical movement of dad's
hand. It was actually begin to get me rather excited', even though I was well aware that my cock probably would not be able to respond in a physical way'.
I'm not sure at what point I finally began to feel dad's other hand making slow and methodical, not to forget mentioning soft, squeezing of my two rock hard, bound testicles.
The combination of his two hands sent shivers down my spine, all the way to my butt plug; which now seemed to have once again settled down to a ` respectable' level of tolerance in discomfort.
"Do you remember what we said about Zeb coming tomorrow?" daddy asked in a kind and rather whimsical tone of voice.
I had to think for a minute, but I was still in doubt as to my own recollection of exactly what they had said; even sometimes doubting my own ability to recall even the first time they'd mentioned his name.
Without wasting any time, dad just came out and answered his own question by saying to me, "Your brother will be the new `Estate Master' effective tomorrow. He has been made aware of most of the things which have been going on around here and is looking forward to working with you to get this place turned around so that it can once again become a profitable enterprise for the whole
family."
"Thanks daddy for saying that", I quickly interjected. "I was beginning to think that Zeb wouldn't ever want to see me again, after the way I yelled at him on the day he left to go work in the slave industry."
"Nonsense my little nibbler", dad replied. "I'm sure that the two of you will get along famously and that you both will find that one common ground' on which to do your level best to get the place up and running. Zeb will have a tremendous amount to do, so keep that in mind and allow him some space' to get his own two feet planted firmly where they need to be."
"Sure daddy, not a problem. I think I'm going to like having Zeb around. He' ll probably see that I'm not the spoiled brat he knew, when he left. I'm going to make him and everybody else very proud of me. I'm going to show everybody that I can do my work better than anybody. It's like mom said to me yesterday; ` show total respect to those around you and you'll make yourself and everyone else very happy and content'. There is still a lot for me to learn yet, but with everyone's help, I know I get the hang of everything".
"Lunch should be here soon, and I too need to get some things taken care of before court; but first, let me help you off of the bed and on to your knees",
dad said with a caring voice.
Daddy was so careful, as it almost felt as if he was picking me right up off of the mattress and was able to get my knees to touch the floor without causing to much discomfort in my butt.
I heard daddy's zipper sliding, just seconds before I felt his warm, tender,
scented flesh press up against my lips.
To Be Continued....