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A Lesson In Time, Chapter Thirty Four
My father seemed to pay little, to no, attention to the blowjob he was receiving from John Henry. Instead, he appeared to be more intent on utilizing his time by furthering my education and understanding of the slave business.
"You might know by now Kevin, but in case you haven't discovered it, this particular slave has not only kept your mother and I informed as to the comings
and going on around here but he's also provided us with a bit more insight into your own personal life here. It appears, according to John Henry, that you show a deep need to be dominated as compared to being one who dominates. His words and thoughts are more over substantiated by the video which has precipitated all of these actions by the company. Trust me when I say, that being submissive is not a bad thing. However, I just want you to experience, if at all possible, the more prominent role of being dominant. There is so much one can learn about the human slave's mind, that you shouldn't feel as if you' ve landed on a spot whereby you feel less a man than any other free man."
"Yes Sir", I replied while rubbing my hands up and down my shorts in an attempt to lessen the severe case of `blue balls'.
"Now, as for the future of this place; let me just say that it was your mothers and my intention on setting up such a place, but that wasn't for another five or six years from now. It was our intention, to create such a place whereby you, your brother and your sister could have control over it AFTER each of you had shown a deep dedication towards the slave industry and an even stronger commitment of love and understanding towards everyone in the family."
I was amazed that my father had even considered doing such a thing, let alone actually gone and done it. For a fleeting moment, all I could think about was all the sex and all of the money a place like this could generate. I began
applying more downward pressure on my shorts, trying in vain to relieve the stiffness in my own cock and the mounting tension in my nuts.
However one looks at it Kevin", dad said in his somber voice; "Since the video has been shipped and distributed over the internet, it would appear the only logical thing for your mother and I to do would be to keep you here, at least until the end of summer. I'd hate to think that you'd travel far and wide to other slave training centers where someone there had seen your performance' and would decide to take an even greater advantage over you. Perhaps, hopefully, by then the video will not be in the minds of others as it is now."
My hand fell from my lap, as I turned to dad and pleaded with him to allow me to continue on for the summer months. I wanted and needed to see more of our country, not to mention the way in which different locales trained and disciplined slaves. The tone and volume of my voice must have gotten a bit out of control; as, from the corner of my eye I noted some of dad's employees looking in our direction. I knew that if I had spoken this way at home, that my mother would have jumped right in the conversation and taken dad's side; just as she always had done.
Our conversation was interrupted by the sound of what I took to be a diesel motor coming fairly close to the house. "That's just the `Charity' truck we' ve called to come and collect all of the furnishing which are out front. Your mother is only keeping a few items which caught her fancy and the rest are going to be given to the needy", dad said; almost as if he hadn't heard a single word I had said just seconds ago.
"Excuse me Mr. Latimore, but here are the numbers which I've been able to obtain, without an actual inventory being taken at the induction building", came a voice from off to the right of my father.
"Thanks Zack, I'm sure that your figures are correct and all that's left is to match them up with the actual items on hand. I'd be willing to bet that they don't match at all. From what I've seen already, just from looking at the slaves once they were all naked; that the actual inventory will be more than what it appears to be."
"Excuse me sir, but I don't understand", Zack replied.
"Well, let's just say that the previous owners apparently had their own ways of doing things around here. Take for example this one item right here (dad pointed to the first page), it says here that there should be eleven Prince Albert rings in inventory; but after seeing how many of the slaves are not carrying the ring, I'd say that there just might be some 80 or 90 rings around here some place; not to mention hundreds of other rings, cinches and the like" .
Even I was confused at first until my father continued to explain his comment. "You see Zack, the original owners, submitted papers to the state saying that all of the long term slaves had been ringed and such, but in reality only a third have been. Not only does the state pay for the ringing of a new slave but they also pay for the rings. So if you get the sixty dollars for installing a Prince Albert, forty dollars for two ear rings, and a nose ring... well it adds up to a nice sum of money that you get for doing nothing. And, I believe you get fifty dollars for installing the nipple rings. Add it all up and each slave brings in a significant amount of money just for performing such a relatively easy task. Now the task will be to get them all ringed properly and we won't be able to bill the state a second time. It's fraud, pure and simple Zack."
"Yes sir", Zack replied, "But won't that take away from leasing the slaves out to turn a quick profit. It takes a good seven days before a slave can get back to work after being processed and every day we don't get the slaves out to work, cost even more of a financial strain."
John Henry seemed to care less about what was being said, as he continued sucking dad's cock. Dad, on the other hand, was happy that his mind was not on the delightful blowjob. The longer dad could refrain from dumping his seed into John Henry's mouth, the more intimate of feelings he could consume. As for me, my hand was back again to rubbing the front of my shorts, which apparently was aided by the vision of John Henry's own cock standing perfectly straight out from his body.
"Now, now Zack", dad said with an almost laughable sound in his voice. " Here is my plan, or should I say the only valid option to remedy the situation. We have the man Shaun and his three overseers to work with. Let's confront Shaun with his short comings, and tell him that he and his three co-workers will ring all of the slaves properly... AFTER... they've done all the work which we' ll assign for the day. Furthermore, neither Shaun nor his co-workers will receive their paychecks until all of the money has been recuperated from their short comings. It just might turn out that we get about two weeks of work from the four of them before we have to pay any of them one red cent. If anything, it will demonstrate to them that I'm fair and honest but I'm not stupid or all that forgiving."
Zack smiled and agreed with my father, before returning to his work station.
It wasn't a minute later that Jordan came out of the kitchen carrying a large platter of what appeared to be sandwiches. He sat it down close to the employees and scampered back into the kitchen to bring out another platter filled to overflowing with a myriad of cut fruits. Jordan's third trip from the kitchen was to bring out several large pitchers of iced tea.
I could see a big smile on my father's face as he watched Jordan's naked body in motion. "Kevin, would you care to have the slave take care of your little problem?" dad asked laughingly.
I didn't dare say a single word, but dad made sure that I was to receive a blowjob. He called Jordan over and had me stand up so that Jordan could remove my shorts.
After my shorts were tossed aside, I quickly sat down; as I didn't want any of the employees to see my bare backside, with the leather strap going up between my butt cheeks.
No sooner had Jordan unsnapped the piece of leather from the front of the jockstrap, that my overly sensitive erection flew out like a rabbit being chased by a fox. "Looks good up close like this son", dad said; referring to this being the first time he'd seen my cock and balls without any hair. "I'm surprised that you hadn't shaved down there before son. It looks, at least for you, to be most comfortable. But then too, I'm sure that it will take time for you to get used to being without any hair whatsoever."
Jordan was already kneeling down, and had my cock embedded into his mouth and
throat. I, like my father, tried to keep my mind off of the `sensualness' of the moment by concentrating on what my father was saying.
"I guess I should mention the sleeping arrangements for tonight", dad said with a smile. "Your mother and I will be sleeping in town, along with all the other people we brought out here with us. Mr. Alderton will be sleeping in the house, in the room which you've been sleeping and I don't think that you' ll mind sleeping downstairs in the bed where you made some of the video."
I was about to respond to his comment when I heard the diesel engine start up; denoting the fact that all of the donated furniture was being hauled off. " No father, I don't mind sleeping downstairs. I'm sure that Mr. Alderton will find the upstairs accommodations more than satisfactory. There is a shower and toilet downstairs so I won't have to disturb him if I need to get up and pee during the night."
"Precisely what I was thinking son", dad said. "I know that you've been through a lot lately but I'm sure that you yourself have `enjoyed' it for the most part. I wouldn't have asked you to sleep downstairs out of some sort of punishment or of sadness for your actions. In fact, I think your actions, even though enhanced with drugs, were most pleasing. I want to ask you Kevin, if you'd mind keeping a journal of your most intimate thoughts as you experienced some or all of the training you've received. I think, it just might benefit the industry, from a slave's perspective, on what goes on in your mind as you were being subjected to the training of a slave. In fact, I wonder if it wouldn't benefit the industry if perhaps you continued with some additional training. It might prove to be most beneficial to everyone, including yourself. You never know... you might just find that you rather enjoy serving, instead of being served. Don't get me wrong son, but some men are just born to serve, just as some men and women are born to love someone of the same sex. Don't for a minute think that your mother and I don't love you. We'll love you no matter if you're straight, gay, submissive or dominant.
I was more than stunned by my father's words. I couldn't imagine him ever saying that being gay and/or submissive was exceptionally proper. However, I too, was discovering over the last couple of weeks that men and women do find it more to their liking if the sex they experience is with one of their own orientation. I suppose that most, if it all, of my gay lifestyle was slowing being pulled `out of the closet'. There is something nearly unexplainable about being gay and having sex with another man. I mean, it isn't the same as sex with a girl and for sure it isn't the same as laying in bed jerking off while you think about sex with another guy. True sex is real. True sex is good and proper; and I'm sorta glad to hear my dad admit his personal feelings towards it, as compared to him and mom always talking about slavery.
I continued to fain off any and all thoughts of concentrating on the blowjob I was receiving. It felt more natural just having a slave suck on my cock just because it was the proper thing to be doing. I was beginning to see just how dad had hardened himself against the need to always have an orgasm during a blowjob. Just keep one's mind occupied, and all things are possible. It was another lesson in time.
Several more times, the employees came over and interjected some serious comments about the farm and it's lack of proper organization. My father seemed to take most' of it in stride but I could easily tell by the changes in his voice when something struck a nerve'. I learned a lot about how a slave center should run, just by keeping my ears open and my mouth shut. I also learned about the future plans that dad and mom had for the place and all of its current slaves. Some of the plans seemed to excite me and yet there were some parts of the plan that didn't sit to well with me. Having only heard `horror stories' about places like the slave center in Austin Texas, I for one wouldn' t want to be one of those who found themselves being sent there.
There seemed to be an overriding consensus that a fair amount of the slaves here, would be shipped off to Texas, Connecticut or the new place in Florida. I also learned that Shaun would have a `rude awakening' by the end of the week and I started to look forward to that day and time.
"Dad", I asked, "How about we get something to eat; I'm starving".
Without replying, dad simply pushed John Henry back and away from his now limp dick and commanded him to bring the two of us something to eat and drink. John Henry replied and responded in the most polite manner in which a good slave should, and quickly made off to the food table.
In the mean time, I felt obligated to have Jordan cease his sucking. It felt weird, to have my dick and my father's dick just lying limp between our legs; but it didn't seem to bother my father one bit.
The sandwiches which Jordan had made, were quite tasty, as was the iced tea. Dad's employees seemed to have also taken this time, to eat lunch as well. It all seemed to work like a well oiled machine. Everybody, and I mean everybody, working together as a team, with only one goal in mind... success.
"I was thinking Kevin", dad said as he glanced down at the two slaves, " that what we need around here is not only to have these two slaves available for sex but that they could also be utilized in the house. I think that John Henry could easily assume the role of `house slave' much like that of MoMo and Jordan can do most the same work as JoJo. I'm sure that your mother can supervise him in the kitchen for a couple of days and then we'd go from there. Perhaps the slave has that certain something that some boys have that tend to make them comfortable in a kitchen. Two young, healthy and eager slaves in the house might just make for an easier transition for them and the others."
"It sounds workable dad", I responded rather quickly. "But what about these two slaves and all of the other things that they've been held responsible for doing, like taking care of the pool and running errands for Shaun."
"Well, I'm sure that what we have planned for the days and years ahead, that
these two won't be burdened with having to be everywhere for everybody. I feel that they've done quite well up till now, and that working in the house will be more like a promotion of sorts. And, we must not forget that Jordan has the added responsibility of taking care of his boyfriend downstairs. You don' t think that we could find somebody else to clean up after the dog and all that goes along with having a pet like that, do you."
"No Sir, not really; I mean, it's not like we can find another slave to do that kind of work, without the slave having to be well trained. Jordan has had almost two years with his pet and I agree that having him continue would be in the best interest of the pet, the slave and all those who live in the house."
There was the slight indication on Jordan's face, that he was happy with the decision to keep him and his pet together whenever possible.
"I don't suppose Jordan's love for his dog is much different than the affection you showed that one horse in the video; with the exception of not having a horse dick plowing your ass", dad said rather teasingly.
Red faced and blushing I quickly responded. "Dad, please... it wasn't like that at all. You forget that I was drugged up and didn't have control of my thought process or physical actions."
"True, very true son, but when Jordan helped you get underneath the stallion,
you didn't waste any time kissing horse cock, now did you".
"I can't dispute that part dad, but still... it was the drugs. If I had to do it all over again, I'm pretty sure that I would refuse. It just doesn't seem right to me, but to somebody like Jordan... well... he likes being taken up his butt by his pet.
"Kevin, please don't feel as if you have to defend your actions. I'm only trying to make a point. You see son, if I got the impression from the video that you seemed to be eager to accept a horse cock to touch your lips; what do you think all of the hundreds and perhaps thousands of others who watched the video thought. A slave, having sex with animals is rated amongst the highest honor among certain slaves. It sort of gives them extra privileges' from time to time. That's probably why you haven't seen either of these two slaves being leased out or abused. They have fallen in favor with their previous masters; which has given them an exemption' from certain aspects of a slave's life. It will more than likely be up to their new master, as to what will finally become of them, but in the mean time we'd best follow through with what I 've mentioned.'
That had been the third or fourth time that I'd heard the term `new master' used and I was just about ready to ask dad what he was referring to, when Mr.
Alderton approached. There was a smile on his face, which indicated his happiness, but then I remembered that my dick was lying flaccid and exposed for all to see. I hadn't noticed dad's actions, earlier, to stuff his own dick back into his undies.
The two of them exchanged a short and rather pleasant greeting and then Mr. Alderton set off explaining what the slaves were doing in the house. He seemed pleased at their rate of progress and the attention which they were applying to their specific tasks. He assured my father that the house would be ready in time for tomorrow's delivery of new furnishings.
"The one thing that I've not assigned the slaves, is the cleaning and tidying up of the basement area. I felt that none of this particular group of slaves need be concerned as to what might have gone on there, nor did I desire for any of them to notice such things which have been used on men and slaves in the past", Mr. Alderton said with stern conviction; and my father agreed with his assumption.
"Why not", dad responded, "let these two slaves go and clean up the basement
area. Besides, Jordan needs to take better care of his friend downstairs and I'd hate to see the dog kept outside in the run cage all day long; without having due personal attention given to him by his loverboy."
"Quite right Sir", Mr. Alderton replied.
With few words from my father, the two slaves stood and scurried off towards the house, leaving just a three free men in our own group, while the employees continued pouring over folder after folder and banging away at the keyboards of their laptop computers.
"I should really get up to the barns and see how Shaun and his co-workers are
doing. I'd hate to think that after all that has gone on here today that Shaun would still think it okay to `slack off'. Not that I don't know how to handle him or his buddies, but I'd just as soon allow the new master to tend to any and all of the lad's shortcomings", Mr. Alderton said in his normal authoritive voice.
"True, very true", chimed in my father; "I'd also like to see it for myself and I'm sure that Kevin would glean a decent amount of knowledge from paying a visit to the barns as well. Perhaps afterwards, we could venture up to the induction barn' and do a more hands on' look at what we've got to work with. After seeing what is and what isn't, I'd rather actually do a `hands on'
inspection myself. This place has been run more like a country club than a slave confinement facility, and I have a strong feeling that you and I are about to change all of that this afternoon. I can't seem to understand just how stupid those two were, when running this place. It's either that they didn' t care, or that they just didn't have the desire to keep up with the bookwork. They've lost out on more money than that which they've apparently skimmed off of the state and the federal government. It won't take our company long at all, before this place starts showing a marked improvement in the capital gains column."
Mr. Alderton seemed transfixed on dad's words, while he continued to stand there staring at my exposed manliness.
"Regardless of how much or how little we paid for this place, in the end it will be a financial windfall for my family and my company. What will be most interesting will be what the circuit court judge does tomorrow when he has to sentence the four boys that forced themselves onto and in my son's body."
I watched as my dad raised his arm to glance at his watch, saying "In just about an hour the sheriff will be rounding up those four young misfits and I'm sure they haven't a clue as to why they are being arrested. I'm sure that once the judge is finished with them, that they'll be even more surprised to find that they've been sentenced as adults for the crime of `sexual assault' on a free man'. Poor Doc and Frank... what can I say; after the Fed's pick them up tonight, they'll be swiftly dealt with and most likely end up down in Texas, and we both know what goes on down there." Dad finished his speaking with a short but brisk laugh.
Mr. Alderton responded only by saying that we'd best get going; as the day was getting short on time and he wanted to be done with his inspections before the sun set.
Dad sent me around back to the garage, where I was to bring up the large electric `golf cart'; but before dismissing me he suggested that I put my cock back behind the leather flap.
By the time I returned with the cart, dad and Mr. Alderton were already standing out front, near the pool gate, discussing matters. I wasn't allowed to chauffer them; but rather I had to ride on the back seat which faced back away from the front. I was glad that it was a quiet ride, up to the barns; as I was able to learn so much more from just listening to the two of them speak openly and quite freely.
When we arrived at barn one, we noticed that most, not all, of the slaves had followed orders and had properly shaved each other. The remaining slaves seemed to have simply been a bit slower to act on the directives; which I knew would eventually bring the wrath of anger to the forefront.
Most of the slaves were still in the process of cleaning the barn, which included a scrubbing of the floors. It looked and smelled a whole lot better than when I was up here the last time. The biggest difference was the number of slaves now assigned to the barn and the sight of seeing bunk beds instead of the rows of single beds.
Mr. Alderton had a short conversation with Shaun and then we all stood and watched as Shaun and one other overseer began fastening an iron ankle cuff to each of the slaves. "No sense on having hundreds of assorted cuffs if we aren' t going to use them", exclaimed Mr. Alderton.
"It will make containing them at night a whole lot easier; not to mention that it will nearly guarantee that no unsolicited sex will be taking place", he said with a smile, turning to me as he said it.
"Not to mention that it will also remind them that they are slaves and not simply here for `fun and games', my father added.
We walked through the barn and amongst many of the slaves. Dad and Mr. Alderton seemed at ease with running their hands up and down most all of the slaves, as they checked for stubbles left over from the recent shavings.
"There's some fine looking and able bodied slaves amongst this group", commented Mr. Alderton. "We'll have to cull the entire group before to long and decide which of them we're going to hang on to and which one's that we'll transfer to another facility. I don't want any slave here who can't pull his weight and I damn sure don't want a slave who's prone to disobedience. I suppose after we get the SIMS machine up and running, and after we subject them all to a good examination; that we'll be able to weed them out even further."
"Well, for sure, we don't want to be considered the laughing stock of the industry Mr. Alderton. We want and need our facility to exceed the output and the quality of a place such as Windy Hills and a few others that come to mind" , dad said in an almost sarcastic tone. "I'm sure that we will be able to sell off some of the `slave seed' around here; which will insure a steady income.
After seeing all of the slaves totally hairless, it wasn't long before my mind began seeing the ones that had used me for their pleasure. It sent pangs of
unwarranted desire coursing through my body and my cock began to respond to my thoughts. I was thankful that I had snapped the leather up and remembered to put my flimsy fabric shorts on also.
We walked over to barn number two, and I once more learned of my fathers intentions. "It looks to me, that perhaps a third of those first slaves will have to be transferred out of here. I can't see how they brought much, if any profit to their previous masters. Folks should expect, AND receive quality slaves when they choose to lease them. It must be something about these hicks' that has kept them around for so long. It will be a most rigorous challenge to keep the ones we keep; to be gotten into shape and properly trained in the manner in which we' are accustomed to. If I was anywhere else but here, I would have horse whipped them all, just for their lack of due respect for us. To bad that we have to bring them up to `standard appearance' prior to their transfer, but I'm sure that our people can and will find a way for the state to pay us for our due diligence", dad said with a forthright conviction in his voice.
Barn two was nearly stripped of everything, leaving only about half the beds and little else. "I think the slaves that are cleaning the house would appreciate having a bed and a roof over their heads for once. It sure beats the hell out of sleeping on the ground every night. If they clean this barn as well as they're cleaning your house, it will be spotless by this time tomorrow... if not sooner." Mr. Alderton said as he continued his slow walk down and back between the remaining beds. "I suppose we should get Shaun to unlock these footlockers before nightfall. I can only imagine what has been stored away in them, but I suppose nothing should surprise me anymore."
Barn three, was an entirely different scenario when we got there. We were no sooner at the doorway, when all of the slaves dropped to their knees and put their hands behind their heads. The room sparkled an unorthodox cleanliness. You could have eaten out of the toilets, they were so clean. The entire barn smelled of pine oil and the floors were almost mirror polished.
Mr. Alderton seemed very pleased with everything, except that the barn had a few padlocked footlockers, which he made reference to.
"These slaves are the ones that you pulled out of the masses earlier?" question my father.
"Yes Sir, I'm to believe that those first six or so slaves were being sexually abused by all of the other slaves. I needed for these slaves to feel as if we cared for their well being and not allowing them to be `sacrificial lambs ' to the others."
"And what about the others?" asked dad.
"Well the others are all of the pony slaves who'd been kept in the horse barn at night", came Mr. Alderton's answer.
I looked around and noticed, hiding in the darkest spot in the barn what looked like the pony slave that had been assigned to pull the carriage. I quickly made my way over to him and knelt beside him. He was sitting on the floor with his knees pulled up to his face and I could see tears running down his angelic face. He smelled of Camille soap and his skin had been freshly shaved, including (as it should be) his eyebrows.
It didn't take me long to hear that this particular slave was sad that he'd been taken away from the horse barn. He had grown to love it so much that it was like being ripped away from the only family that he'd grown to love so much.
I reached down and took a firm hold of his limp cock and began to sooth away some of his sadness; but it wasn't enough to get him to smile. I kissed his bald head, stroked his body and I even told the slave that I'd see what could be worked out so that he wouldn't have to sleep anywhere but the horse barn. There wasn't going to be any smile, until he was with the horses. I'd seen, before, how he had a special connection with them, and how he helped me to overcome my initial fright of being around and underneath a horse; and I just knew, somehow I knew, just how he must have been feeling.
My own dick was starting to stiffen up, and thankfully my father had called me to rejoin him and Mr. Alderton. I would ask, of them later, about what arrangements could be made for the carriage pony.
As were rode towards the induction barn, my thoughts filtered back to the hours I'd spent there. My cock began to strain, once again, against the leather
jockstrap.
There was a silence, in the barn that I'd not discovered before. It was as if
the entire barn had fallen asleep. Not a living soul was there, except the three of us. I remained steadfast and silent as dad and Mr. Alderton began rummaging through everything.
In my mind I could see myself and what I was put through while here. My cock began to send shockwaves of pain all the way into my brain as I continued to feel others touching my body and strangely enough; I wanted and needed more of the same. I didn't try very hard to dismiss the feelings or the thoughts. I was slowly beginning to think that such humiliation and pain was good... real good.