A Lesson In Time, Chapter Fifty One
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Zeb stood on the small concrete pad, just outside the exterior basement door. His senses told him to take a moment just for himself; and he did exactly that.
Zeb's life, once again, flashed rapidly through his head; to the good and bad times he'd had with mother and father, brother and sister and school. His gaze upon John Henry did little to vanquish his inner turmoil towards his own beloved brother Kevin. There was and still are times that Zeb wanted to knock the snot out of his little brother.
On the other hand, Zeb wanted, desired and even needed his relationship with Kevin to improve. Not just for the fact that by working closely together the two of them stood to become two of the wealthiest men in the country; just by dealing with, the training of, and the dissemination of the male flesh around the globe to those fortunate enough to purchase Willow Knolls "best of the best". Zeb knew that foreign money, good money; was easier to obtain than having to bargain and barter with locals and state officials over the every day, run of the mill slave.
The world seemed silent to Zeb, even with his ear just inches away from the door; nothing, not even a peep could be heard from within the confines of the basement.
After today Zeb would have to really turn up the speed on himself, just knowing everything that was needing to be done and accomplished. The ominous task was going to be even harder without having Kevin to help out for a while. He would have to depend on Luke, Will and Randy, and perhaps maybe the new kid who would be here tomorrow. Tyler, yep that's his name; how in the hell could I have forgotten that name, thought Zeb to himself.
Zeb felt that he'd gotten through to the barn slave and that one day, he'd probably reward that slave with something good. Zeb's prick slowly began to pulse beneath the cotton fabric of his pants; as he thought of just how cherub' like that one particular slave looked like. Zeb decided, instantaneously, to go with his gut feeling and just get Shaun prepped and ready for deliver; thus spending little or no time with him. The financial loss would actually be less when he compared the time needed to fully break Shaun's mind and spirit allowing the man to accept his fate as something lower than whale shit. He could easily get someone from his father's office to put Shaun's specs on slavenet'. In the mean time, he'd allow Tyler to `practice' on Shaun when time and the need arose. There was a shallow smile on Zeb's face when he thought about Shaun's future at life; not to mention having some untrained jerk like Tyler trying to teach Shaun something. It nearly made Zeb giggle just from thinking about it. There were going to be many repercussions from Tyler leaning his trade on somebody, some slave, like Shaun.
Zeb reached for the door knob and eased the door ajar. Still, silence was more than obvious. For a second Zeb thought to himself that nobody was in the basement area at all. Then the contrasting smells of acrid creams and winter mint filled his nostrils. Zeb knew what those particular smells came from; and he didn't even want to think about it... not now anyways.
John Henry could see and feel the change that had come over his Master and remained stoic and well behind Zeb as both slowly made their way into the corridor.
There was a dim light on, hanging from the ceiling, in the first room on the left. This room used to be the one which housed the `family pet' but now it was immaculate and had the faintest hint of disinfectant. The walls seemed to sparkle as did the ceiling. The floor was covered with shards of straw, which helped, somewhat, to mask the odor of household cleaners and sanitizers.
Directly beneath the light was a rather ominous and serious looking set of stocks. The stocks were low to the ground, both for the head and wrists and the ankles. Several eyebolts were noticed, protruding up from the floor, as well as several more on each wall and a multitude of eyebolts, hooks, and pulleys neatly arranged on the ceiling. Rope and chains from each pulley was neatly pulled back and fastened to the wall; thus leaving the entire center of the room open as if for a place to keep a `grand spectacle'. Zeb apparently didn't notice the handful of other things which were temporarily being kept against the wall near the floor. To numerous to begin to mention, but all things that one would need to teach and to train a loyal subject were now readily available in this one area of the house.
Zeb shook himself free of thought and proceeded towards the examination room.
The exam room was the room where the olfactory senses had detected the familiar odor. The room was dark, but with the light from the hall filtering in to it, Zeb could make out the outline of Kevin; still bound firmly to the exam table, with both of his legs now pulled nearly perpendicular to his torso and bent at the knees. Zeb got the feeling that Luke just may have been allowing Kevin a short, well needed rest before continuing.
Finally, the first sounds of life could be heard at the far end of the corridor. The noise was coming from the main educational/training room. Zeb quickened his pace to where he'd only have to take about ten strides to get down there.
Standing in silence, Zeb soaked up the visions which were before him.
Luke had Jordan fixed to a heavy set of chains and cuffs, inverted and gagged so as not to make any outward noises in the house. Jordan looked rather cute in a way; that is until Zeb realized that John Henry had also seen his brother slave bound for use and abuse.
There was a shallow grunt coming from the rear left corner of the room; which was bathed in darkness. Zeb moved past Jordan without as much a smile; making way to the sound.
In the darkness Zeb could see Luke fucking the shit out of the kitchen/house slave. It was a normal thing to find Luke fucking something or someone. Zeb had never dismissed the fact that Luke would fuck a duck if given the chance, and seeing him fucking the cook... well, he figured it was better than seeing him bone his brother Kevin. Luke looked back towards Zeb without even needing to speak a word. His devilish grin was all that Zeb needed to see; to know that Luke has his entire cock buried deep within the confines of the slaves bowels.
Zeb continued to stare as Luke picked up speed; thrusting so hard and fast that he had to take an even firmer grip on the slave's hips to prevent the slave from toppling over.
Luke leaned forward, over the slave's back; biting the neck of the slave as he unleashed a torrent of free man sperm. What little light there was, was just enough to show the glimmer and glistening of sweat on both Luke and the slave kneeling below Luke's body on hands and knees like a dog in heat.
Luke `offered' the kitchen slave his deflated cock, wanting the slave to suck and lick the ass slime and African American sludge from every inch, nook and cranny of his mammoth prick. There was a lot of slurping and even more gagging as Luke rammed his manhood down the slave's throat which caused the slave to have uncontrollable fits of gagging while attempting to put air into his own lungs. Zeb smiled his normal, congratulatory smile at Luke who smiled, exposing his gleaming white, nearly perfect, teeth.
"I just thought I'd kill two birds with one stone", chided Luke, grinning like the cat that just ate the canary.
Zeb immediately asked why Jordan was left to hang upside down and Luke simply, matter of factly said. "It just seemed like the right thing to do with the fucking kid until I finished getting my nuts drained."
Luke began to put his cargo shorts back on, stuffing his huge cock behind the buttons of the fly. "Hope you ain't pissed off that I fucked the cook none now are you? Shit, even Randy and Will had a turn at his cute ass ya know. So if'n your pissed at me, you're pissed at them too, ya know."
Zeb didn't respond immediately. Zeb needed more time to correlate the events, sights and smells that he'd already been processing in just the past ten minutes.
"Help your fellow slave down" Zeb barked at John Henry.
"Sir, yes Sir", snapped John Henry as he rushed to get Jordan lowered to the ground.
"What do you mean, Luke and Will fucked the cook?" asked Zeb.
"Well, ya see... they both came down to see what we were doing and we were in the kitchen having a cup of coffee and see... well the slave cook... well... he was just kneeling there and the three of us hadn't had any GOOD ass or mouth for three days now... and... well.. you see Zeb... a man's gotta do what he's gotta do to keep fresh cum available. You're the one that always kept telling us that stale cum for a slave ain't any good. So we figured that three day old cum needed to find a trash can and see... well.. The cook slave seemed the most logical trash can available. We sure didn't want to go fucking Master Kevin or his slave."
Again Zeb failed to respond, which left Luke wondering if he and the others had pissed him off.
"We need to have a talk, you and me", Zeb said with conviction, after what seemed like an eternity. "Let's go upstairs and have a talk".
That said, the two men briskly and without as much as a notice, walked passed the two slaves as the slave cook was wiping up the cock snot that was beginning to escape his used and sore pucker hole. Their walk was quickened, as if Zeb didn't want or even need to spend another second in the basement.
The lights from the kitchen seemed to blare with a certain degree of fury as the two men entered. Zeb yanked his chair out and quickly sat down placing both of his, now fisted, hands firmly on the table.
"I don't give a shit what you and the guys do to any of these slaves, but at least let me know what the fuck is going on so I don't have to be caught off guard by any of you guy's shit", Zeb calmly, yet firmly, said to Luke.
The slave cook silently entered the kitchen and began pouring two fresh cups of coffee for the two masters. Just as quickly had he poured the coffee, he took up his proper position right next to Zeb, which seemed to bring a slight smile to Zeb's once scornful looking face. Zeb reached over and patted the bald headed slave ever so gently on his scalp.
"Wonder where and what the other two boys are doing?" questioned Zeb.
"I could go down and see, if you want", replied Luke. "It's not likely that either of them would abandon one another and I for sure don't see how Jordan would ever want to leave the side of Master Kevin. You should have seen the slave while I was fixing up his Master. I could swear that I saw tears running down the slave's face. You don't suppose that Jordan has taken a shine to his Master now do ya?"
`Hard telling what the fuck is going on around this place. It's to early for me to ascertain much of anything. I'm just thinking, right now, about this first week. Fuck... the next three days will be hell around here and I hope that you and the guys are up to it", Zeb said, still maintaining a high degree of calmness. "Before you and I get to discussing Kevin, we need to firm up something of a work plan and schedule for these next few days."
Luke simply nodded his head as he took another sip of his coffee.
"The way I see it, tomorrow at noon the new guy will be here. He's probably coming out with Mr. Alderton. Geezish.. I wished that Mr. Alderton would have gone back with my folks. However, it just might be a good thing that he didn't. What do you think about me asking him to take control over Shaun for a day. Mr. Alderton is flying home on Sunday and from all that I know about him and his past, he'll probably be able to produce a more pliable boy in one day than we could in a week."
Both Zeb and Luke looked at one another and their simple smiles turned into somewhat of childish giggles before they regained control of themselves. Out of the blue, Zeb turned his attention to the kneeling slave and without as much as having any forethought he simply said to the slave; "from this moment on, your name shall be `coffee' just coffee and nothing else".
With his head still facing the floor came, "Master, yes Master".
A heartfelt smile fell upon Zeb's face as he processed the response and the tone in which it was given. "I'm guessing that within a week's time, we will get some sort of response about shipping Shaun out. After Mr. Alderton is done with the boy, I'm thinking we should let him spend one or two nights apiece in each of the main slave barns. Those slaves should be able to exact some might fine revenge on his poor body for everything he's put them all through. Not that any of them will be to full of energy from a good hard days work, but I'm guessing they'll dig deep to muster up enough energy to do what they all feel is justified."
Once again the two men chuckled, as the conversation continued.
"As for tomorrow, I think I'll take charge of showing Tyler around the place and seeing that he gets settled in the cottage. Maybe after a few days of on the job training the man will want a slave of his own down there", Zeb said half heartedly.
Luke replied rather quickly with, "But, we don't know diddly squat about the man Zeb. What if this guy is a fucking nut case? What if he's nothing more than a closet fag himself and is doing this just to be around cock and ass all day long? How do we know, with all due respect, that your folks ain't sending him as a plant, so's he can be their inside informant just like that sorry assed muva fucking slave John Henry was? I say we should go slow with his ass. Maybe we should give him a `sample' of something like what Kevin is getting".
"Yeah, I hear ya bro", Zeb responded. "Maybe you're right, but I'm not going to go to far with the guy until I get to know him better. I have an idea of sorts. Why not just treat him like one of the new guys, like we used to do up north, but after we get the new SIMS installed Monday, we could really, REALLY, get to know and see more of him. If dad has or hasn't put him through the SIMS back at corporate, we could do his evaluation here. Fuck it all... even if he had his physical back east, we're going to insist that he go through it all over again. We can just tell him that we are going to use his initial exam results to test the accuracy of our new machine. That should easily get him to work with us if he is actually wanting to be just another of dad's employees. And besides, if he is any fucking good around here, well what's stopping me from hiring his ass away from corporate? It's not like any of mom and dad's interns are working signed contracts ya know. Lord knows that we are going to need a shit load more overseers around this place pretty damn quick. The four of us can't do it all and if we want to turn out quality slaves and bois, I'm thinking that three or four more overseers will be needed pretty frig'n fast."
"I hear ya there Zeb", Luke replied. "I'm thinking the same thing ya know. From what I can tell, them four boys up in the processing barn are going to be needing a ton of work too. I can help some, but maybe we should let Will and maybe the new guy work with them. Shit, the new guy will think he's in heaven with all that teenaged naked flesh to play with and train to be whatever we want them bois to be".
Zeb could see the rather evil and even sadistic look on Luke's face. He'd seen it countless times before working side by side at the state prison up north. "Let's wait till morning on that one. I'm thinking we'll get a better picture about them new bois once we get them naked and properly dressed up like good little bois."
A rather blank look came over Luke's dark chocolate face as he listened to his boss explain himself and his ideas.
"But, on the other hand Luke, after visiting the stables I'm thinking that we should get the stable slave a helper; so maybe one of the four can be trained to work up there with him. Did you know that the stable slave had a rather stressful and painful past? I spent time with him and he really seems like a boi destined to serve with pride. I've got a special idea for him, and in the days coming, we'll see if my ideas are worth pursuing."
"When's the old man coming back?" questioned Luke.
"He said he was coming back late Monday, but I'm guessing that it'll be either really late or first thing Tuesday. He just wants to go over a bunch more stuff with me and Kevin and mom needs him to deliver something to the Clerk of Records in town. I'm guessing that mom has signed the papers to assume ownership of the slave emporium in town. It'll probably make her a ton of money, just like every other small business venture she's ever jumped into. She'll probably have somebody from back east move out here to run it for her. She trusts these fucking redneck assholes as much as she trusts Carol to swear off sex for the rest of her life."
That last remark brought out more than just chuckles from the two men.
"I don't know how you or anybody else can go around poking pussy", Luke said with a sarcastic voice. "Seems to me any man that likes to poke a pussy would just as easily piss in the wind".
"I know what you're saying bro", Zeb quickly replied. "Just don't go ever judging a book by its cover. Just because your black ass is marked exit only' doesn't mean to much around here ya know. One day you might find yourself on the receiving end if you fuck up. Remember... you're the one along with the other two idiots that signed my dad's contract of employment. You should've read the contract dude. There's more in there than just your length of employment and how much money your to be making. And what makes it more interesting, I'm the dude' that is the BOSS and believe me... I'll see to it that every word, every sentence of those contracts is held to the highest in both directions. You'll find out one day that I'm a better boss than those government pricks but don't go fucking up and thinking that you can do whatever the hell you and the guys want to be doing. Just remember to run everything passed me before you go doing it. We all have got to make this place the best in the country. You fuck up and you're done."
The mood of the conversation seemed to instantly change as Luke sat there awestruck at the words that were still ringing clear in his brain.
Making eye to eye contact with Luke, Zeb bluntly said... "Now let's talk about what you've done to and with my brother"...
To Be Continued...
(hopefully)
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