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A Lesson In Time, Chapter Forty Five
The first few minutes, alone with Zeb, went by in an eerie silence; yet the
fact that there wasn't a single sound was rather comforting, although hard to
believe.I didn't even start to think; as I was so happy to just lay in the sling and
enjoy being left totally alone. But, as it was, I knew that Zeb was standing
somewhere close by; as the fragrance of his cologne wafted into my nose.Finally, I felt Zeb's hands doing something with the hose leading from my
dick to the hollowed dildo. The flow of my piss suddenly stopped dripping into
my mouth."All of this is really weird Kevin" Zeb said with a sullen tone in his
voice. "Gay or not, being the master of this place is a big responsibility and is
for sure one that can't be taken lightly. I have my doubts if you will be
able to dish it out if you ever had to. You know damn well that slaves, Hot Fitness Models
any
slave, can and will push your buttons from time to time and you'll have to
administer prescribed punishments upon the slave or slaves."There was a momentary lapse in Zeb's conversation, as I felt him extracting
the dildo from my throat. "You see Kevin, even you and your lifestyle have
somehow thrown me for a loop. Once mom and dad confirmed that in fact you were
gay and had certain `needs' I began to doubt whether or not even I could
deal with having you around, assisting in the day to day operations such as we'
ve been graciously given."I began feeling the emptiness in my mouth and throat, as Zeb began to
massage my throat; trying to rub some natural feelings back into it. "Zeb, I don'
t know what you've heard, read, or witnessed, but all you have to do is talk
to me and I'll be honest with you. I know that you must have a ga-zillion
questions for me and I want you to feel free to ask me anything... anything at
all", I said with some semblance of maturity."That's good to hear you say that bro", Zeb quickly replied. "We'll have
plenty of time in the months and years ahead to get to the bottom of all my
questions and thoughts but now I've got to concentrate on all of the fucked up
things that have been taking place around here. I'm not saying that you're
fucked up, but there's just so many things that are all together wrong around
here, but I'll keep you in the mix for now."I pondered his words, feeling that he still considered me a fag who likes to
be dominated, abused and tortured. Still, if given the opportunity, I'd be
more than happy to suck his dick and eat his ass; just because I've always
dreamed about doing it ever since I can remember, which has no bearing on the
fact that I'm sure that I had been given some sort of drug laced drink from
John Henry which has kept me feeling quite relaxed and most pliable to just
about any and all suggestive conversations.Zeb's hands began tugging at the leather mitts that had been covering my
hands Hot Fitness Models and feet. The rush of air over them, mixed with my own perspiration made
the experience one to remember; that of being `free'."What you have to understand Kevin is that I had hoped that the two of us
could work together, side by side, and turn this place into the best there is",
Zeb said, sounding more like a big brother. "From what mom and dad have told
me and from all of their emails to me, it seems that you really do have a
strong desire to see what a slave's life is all about. You can't, ya just can'
t, just have it both ways, and even flip flop whenever you feel like it.""We can Zeb", I responded. "I haven't had a lot of time to think about
everything like you have; but I'm sure that with your help and guidance that I'
ll grasp everything pretty quick. I mean... well, to say that I've now
experienced some of what a free man goes through when he is indentured should be of
some help in my educational endeavor".I wasn't' really sure, until Zeb spoke, if he did or didn't understand
where I was coming from. It wasn't that I was really trying to get out of the
understanding and commitment that I'd made with dad, but if Zeb could only
realize that I honestly had our business at heart; he'd see clear enough to work
with me and teach me everything he knows. We could also learn much, together,
as brothers; not only about our new business but also about each other, which
is something that probably was long overdue.I felt the huge plug being slowly twisted, as Zeb began speaking. "I know
from what mom told me, that you and dad made some crazy arrangement a few weeks
back and allowed those retards at Windy Hills to extract a bunch of your cum
and sell it overseas. I suppose the money you got will come in handy one
day. But, if you stop and consider that we could do the same thing here, we'd
both make out really well. We could actually bank all of that kind of money
from your cum and that would keep us constantly in the `black'. I have my own
ways of finding that one particular buyer and I'm sure that he'll want more
of your seed, for sticking up the twats of his slave girls. It sure would be a
nice bankroll for a `rainy day'."The butt plug was slowly extracted from my ass, as Zeb seemed eager to feel
the puffy ring of flesh which now encircled my pucker hole. His ministrations
only heightened my need for some form of sexual release. It was a warm and
heartfelt experience, the second that Zeb decided to ease first one finger,
then two fingers up my ass. Before I knew it, Zeb had three fingers inside the
darkness which led all the way up to my being. Slowly and with deliberate
effort, Zeb found my `sex button' and guided his fingers over and around it;
causing me to fall into nothing less than sexual frustrations due to the lack
of being able to have my own orgasm."I suppose that you have enjoyed what Mr. Alderton and others have done with
you so far", Zeb inquired, just short of it being in the form of a question.
I'm just wondering if you're ready to leave this all behind you and become
a partner in the business or if you're still needing and wanting someone like
myself to take control and command of your whole life. You've already seen
and felt what it's like to have most all of your life controlled by someone
else, but I'm feeling that you still want to continue with this so-called
educational experience. Not that I'm ragging on you Kevin, it's just that we both
have to be honest with each other if this whole thing is going to work."Zeb's fingers began their slow reversal and one by one they exited my ass.
Zeb was even kind enough and considerate of my needs to offer his grease and
slim coated fingers to my mouth and tongue for a good cleaning.Even while I sucked and licked his fingers clean, my asshole felt abandoned;
just from not having the plug put back into place. I hoped that Zeb would at
least put something up inside of me. The emptiness of my hole left a void in
my soul; as feeling impaled was quickly becoming something I yearned for on
a constant basis.Zeb removed his fingers from my mouth, just as slowly and deliberately as he'
d done when toying with my ass. I don't know which was better, tasting my
own ass juices, or administering a suck job to Zeb's fingers; much like it was
a penis."Kevin, I have to be honest once again and tell you that, over the last few
years having worked with so many men, it is quite a change for me when I'm
out on a date with my girlfriend. I'm Hot Fitness Models sure that she knows what my job
responsibilities were. She'd have to be some sort of stupid bitch, not to. I'd be
lying to you if I didn't say that there are some things I enjoy about being who
I am; and there are some things that make me wonder if I could ever put all
of this out of my own mind. What I mean is... I like what I've been doing. I
enjoy working with slaves and indentured males but, at times I think that my
lady gets the short straw when it comes to receiving affection from me. It's
not like I don't enjoy burying my cock into her snatch, because I love it.
Standing here, looking at you... or should I say ... looking Hot Fitness Models at a naked, hairless
and nicely Hot Fitness Models ringed slave gets me turned on in a `special' way. If this was back
north at my old job, I'd probably be doing some pretty nasty and painful
things with this body, just because I could and because I was expected to train
certain boys and men on how to be a proper personal servant or sex toy."My thought process began to churn like a wind swept ocean. I couldn't barely
believe what Zeb had just said. Zeb, in no way could ever find himself
sexually attracted to a man, let alone find pleasure and happiness in causing pain
to a slave. He was never like this before and I was finding it hard to
envision that he'd changed so much.The sudden change in voices told me that somebody else had arrived. "Zeb,
you want Hot Fitness Models
to `shit can' those three worthless overseers that worked with Shaun
or do you want Mr. Alderton to take care of it?"Zeb calmly answered "Well, as much as I'd love to be the one to fire their
fucking asses, I'm right in the middle of something right now; so ask Mr.
Alderton if he'd mind doing it for me. Oh, and, make sure those three fuck heads
leave here with only their clothes and nothing else. I'm not so sure that we
can trust them to leave on their own, so you and the guys stay with them
until they're well down the highway. Make sure they know that we aren't going
to be driving them into town. Let the lazy shits walk or thumb a ride.""Cool! Great thinking Zeb", came a spontaneous response.For a split second there was silence and then my brother continued right
where he had left off. "Damn, if it isn't one thing, it's another around here.
But, I sorta knew things like this would happen. Now then bro, where were we?"I kept quiet, knowing that Zeb didn't expect a reply, just like before."These rings you're wearing; I suppose that you haven't really had much
time to tell if you like them or not. I gotta say though, that your penis ring
is the biggest fucking ring I've seen on a slave or even a free man. Your tit
rings look good on you too. It kinda makes your tiny nipples look more, ah,
how would ya say... more prominent and inviting. If you keep them in long
enough, your nipples won't ever go back to being small like they were in the
beginning."I felt Zeb's hand move down my abdomen and take hold of my Prince Albert and
give it a short, easy tug. "You gotta understand, by now, that with your
piss plumbing plugged here, that if I wanted to I could keep you from pissing
for a long time. That's what we call, `total control'. Keep in mind, Kevin,
that an overseer or a Master has total control over his charges, not just
whenever he feels like exerting his authority. A good master keeps his slaves in
his mind all the time. A good master never assumes that his slaves can or
would fend for themselves. A good master must see to every slave's complete life,
even to when and when not to piss, shit and eat."Zeb's words seemed to have made a lot of sense to me. Just being a master,
in order to say `I'm a slave owner' just won't cut it. I'm going to really
have to understand every single need of a slave. Thank goodness that as a
master I don't have to worry myself about a slave's wants or desires. Such
things just don't exist in a slave's world."I'm thinking of having you help me out tomorrow up in the processing barn
with those four delinquent cum suckers. I think you'd probably like it if you
were able to start helping out around here. Having them wait an extra day,
will most likely get them pissing and shitting in their jeans by tomorrow. I
want them to be nothing more than a bundle of nerves by the time they start
their processing. I'm hoping that with you doing some of the work, they will
begin to see that their lives will be changed forever and a day. I just want
them shitting in their shorts before we strip them naked."Zeb began laughing, apparently thinking about the four teens and their soon
to be downward spiral in to slavery. I'm sure he didn't mean, literally,
that the boys would actually be shitting in their jeans, or maybe... did he.
Either way the boys will have plenty of time to devote to thinking about their
future.Once again, Zeb began fingering the ring of swollen flesh that was
surrounding my ass hole. Moments later, he began his slow and deliberate assault on my
rosebud. It was easy to feel him gingerly begin to expand the ring of muscle
just inside my ass, in order to accommodate his fingers even better. He was
mostly quiet throughout the entire process, not one derogatory or negative
word did he utter. I could actually feel his breath on my naked flesh, as he
seemed intent on inserting more than just three fingers. The pressure which
seemed unsurpassable stayed with me for quite some time as he worked finger
number four and his thumb inside. The only real, meaningful words he spoke were, "
Now, inhale... now exhale".When he said `exhale', is when I felt the largest presence of his hand at
my ass; but it didn't last to long as my ass seemed to suck his hand right
inside my bowels. Not really knowing what I was, or should have, been feeling; I
can only say that it felt good, even when Zeb began twisting his entire hand
and wrist around in half circles. It was obvious that Zeb wasn't a rookie
when it came to such things. The twisting and turning was soon combined with a
small amount of that same kind of initial pressure. Before I could get my
brain to visualize what I was feeling, Zeb said, "there ya go boy, half of my
forearm is buried up your love hole. If I had more time I'd get ya to feel my
elbow and more."My breathing was `labored' at best, but I was quick to get it under control
just as soon as Zeb stopped feeding me anymore of his arm."Feel good, boy?" he said/asked. "You want your master to feed you more of
what ya got up your slave ass? Or just maybe you want to show your master
just how much you desire to thank him for being so good and kind to you".As the forearm continued turning like the cog on an eight day clock, I began
to moan; being filled with a great degree of sexual awareness and not really
wanting it to cease.But, all good things must come to a close sooner or later, and I suppose it
was the `sooner' more than the `later' that caused Zeb to twist his forearm
and hand backwards; making a distinguishable swoosh as his hand sucked the
air right out of my ass."You and I are going to be doing this exercise a lot in the days and weeks
ahead, boy", Zeb said with a rather exhausted voice.It was easy to hear Zeb running the water in the open bathroom, washing his
hand and arm; as I continued to lay there, feeling empty and sexually
frustrated. I needed that release that all guys need and it was becoming apparent
that Zeb wasn't ready to afford me the chance to spew my seed.As Zeb returned, he began flicking my two grossly over sized ear rings, as
he said "nice rings here too, little man. I'm sure that if this was any other
man, boy or slave I'd have good use of them for many years to come."Just as soon as he completed that particular thought, he instantly went on
to another. His mind must have been going ten times faster than mine. "I
suppose you know by now that Carol is coming out here, just yet. Mom decided to
keep her in her own little `program' for the summer. I guess the lady across
the street is paying dearly to have a young sweet thing like Carol tending to
the house and cooking, and probably a lot more... if ya know what I mean".I thought for a moment about my sister, Carol, but since we'd been at odds
for the last five or six years, I suppose I didn't have much, if any, sympathy
for the situation that she forced mom to put her in. Maybe, just maybe, she'
ll learn a valuable lesson from all of this and by the time I see her, she'll
be an entirely new and different person; at least I could hope, couldn't I.I could hear the heavy `marching' of footsteps from the floor above. It
sounded as if several people were moving rather `smartly' about the space
directly overhead. Maybe they were moving something heavy or maybe even whoever
they were, were simply playing some sort of game.Zeb began to unlace the leather laces which had been holding my hood in
place. I instantly noted how the leather seemed to have Hot Fitness Models a mind of its' own and
begin to loosen from my cheeks and naked head."Tomorrow is going to be a crazy fucking day around here for sure. I just
remembered that mom said that your little friend Tyler would be here tomorrow.
Shit, I guess I'll have to pair him up with somebody who can show him the
ropes, from the ground up. You don't suppose he's gay too, do you? I sure as
hell hope not. Did you and this Tyler boy have something going? I mean, let's
be real here Kevin. If you two are in some kind of love thing, I don't want to
be responsible for Hot Fitness Models messing it up. You know what I'm saying, don't you? I
mean, well if the two of you are an `item' and he discovers that you have been
messing around with other cock lately, he'd be a might upset don't you
think?" Zeb blurted that out in rapid fire style, not even giving me a chance to
respond; but I finally got my two cents worth in, just before he started in
again."No Zeb", I said; trying to speak properly over the soreness in my throat. "
Tyler and I never did anything together. It's not what you think. I hardly
know the dude, except for seeing him outside in his yard or at school during
phys. ed. class. He's just a neighborhood friend, that's all."I'm not so sure Zeb believed me, and probably if I were him; I'd not
believe me either, or at least entirely. At least I didn't lie to him. I wasn't
asked about if I had any feelings towards wanting to suck Tyler off or having
Tyler fuck me; which any red blooded gay man would drool just to see Tyler's
naked body like I did when we showered after gym class.Zeb said nothing, as he eased the leather hood from my face. My eyes blinked
in rapid succession trying to adjust to the bright overhead lights.I managed to roll my eyes back, just enough to see Zeb standing right behind
me. His bright blue eyes and auburn hair seemed to glitter in the artificial
light. His dazzling smile was just how I remembered it. Zeb was obsessed
with having the brightest and whitest teeth possible.As if on some kind of robotics program, Zeb simply began to plane the
perspiration from my scalp, in silence; as his eyes seemed to roam from my head
down to my toes. I began to think he was in some kind of trance."Your looks sure have changed since the last time I saw you boy", Zeb said
rather demonically. "To bad that they used the long lasting cream all over
your body. I guess you'll be staying baby butt smooth for many months; but I don
't mind looking at you this way. It sorta reminds me of all the naked sex
boys we had to train. You know the kind, I'm talking about; the boys that had
that `special' love of cock, cum and piss."I could only listen to Zeb, as his words seemed to keep me in a trance. "Let
me help get you out of the sling. You'd like that wouldn't you boy?" Zeb
said, still sounding like he had the devil in him.It felt good being out of the sling, although my legs felt a bit like rubber
for the first minute. Blood rushed to my head and made me a tad light
headed. My fingers and toes tingled from the sudden onslaught of blood coursing to
the ends Hot Fitness Models of all my digits. But at last, I was `free' from the bonds of
humiliation and could only hope that my `freedom' would be long lasting.Zeb looked even better standing right in front of me, in his non-descript
clothes. He never was one for the A&F, or AE look, but no matter what he wore,
he always seemed to peak my imagination.Another thunderous sound, of booted feet coming down the stairs, interrupted
Zeb's thought process; as the nicely dressed man said to him, "Zeb, the
public punishment frame is finally completed. It sure looks good and mean.
Wished we had one like that back north. I suppose this slave is going to be the
first one to be hung up and whipped?""No, nothing like that Mark. I want you to go upstairs to the slave pantry
and take those two slaves there and get them all strung up for our first
public whipping. I'll be up there in awhile, but just let them slaves hang there
for a while, it'll do them both some good. Let's see if they fuck with my
brother again, after their hides are marked nice and pretty"."Your brother, HOLY SHIT!" hollered the man named Mark. "You saying that
this manly hunk of male fresh here is your own brother?""Sadly, yes", Zeb answered. "I'm still working to get to the bottom of why
Kevin is dressed like this but for now... it's hands off to every single cock
in the place. I'll be the one who decides what we're going to have to do
with Kevin, so just do like I said, and don't forget to pass the word along to
the others."`Okay, sure thing", the man said; staring at my naked body as if it were
some kind of early Christmas present or something. I could detect the slight
tenting in his cotton shorts, as his eyes kept going from head to toe."Did Mr. Alderton get the three men on the road? I hope he didn't have any
trouble with them", Zeb pondered the question back to the man."No Sir, not a single problem. We all helped get their shit stuffed into
some trash bags, and last I saw of them their were hitching a ride back to town.
Shaun seemed to take it the worst of them, as I think he didn't even see it
coming, getting his three friends fired on our first day here", the man half
heartedly laughed."Well, that's just for openers. If Shaun doesn't step up to the plate
himself... he'll find out how hard it is to hitch a ride to town, himself", Zeb
replied. "Now get going and get those boys hitched up all nice and pretty like
so everybody can see them all nice and clearly. I'm sure having them hang for
awhile will enlighten the spirits of all of our other slaves around this
place."The man acknowledged Zeb's words and raced back up the stairs.Zeb turned his attention towards me, by putting both of his hands on my
shoulders and applied the slightest bit of pressure.My hands, glided down the sides of his chest, feeling the soft fabric of his
cotton shirt and the supple leather of his wide, black belt.The floor didn't even feel hard or cold on my knees, as my eyes gazed up and
looked into Zeb's own eyes; I knew what Zeb was expecting to happen next.
To Be Continued...
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