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A Lesson In Time, Chapter Twenty Eight
The sun was really starting to heat up things as I finished taking care of most all of the working slaves and their overseers. Not only did I feel `dirty'
but my mental capacity seemed to have diminished too. All I could think about were the men's vile words and comments that each and every one of them made while I was tied face down over the front of the four wheeler and fucked repeatedly.
My ass felt like it had been torn in two, and all of the steel cuffs and my collar felt as if they had absorbed all of the sun's energy. The heavy ring around my cock and balls had all but squashed my cock beneath me. I lost count on how many of the slaves found pleasure in spanking my butt, before and after they fucked me silly. I was dying for something cold to drink but didn't dare ask any of the men. I would settle on something refreshing once back at the house.
I never heard or saw the pony slave team come up with their wagon. After being released from the bonds, I crawled over to the wagon and with the help of Jordan and John Henry, I managed to climb in the back and without energy; the best I could do was to simply lay flat, face down on the rough hewn wooden floor.
"You did great Sir", John Henry said softly in my ear. "I've had to do the same thing and I didn't come anywhere near as good at taking cocks as you did."
There was some giggling from Jordan just before he spoke saying, "yeah, I remember that day real good. You couldn't even take much more than four dicks before you started crying like a baby. I guess if I cried as much as you did, then I wouldn't have to suck horse dick and take dog cock up my ass."
The slaves fell silent for the remainder of the ride, which to my surprise wasn't back to the house; but rather to Shaun's barn.
THE NEXT DAY...
My senses began telling me that the whole world had somehow passed me by. Apparently I had missed out on the entire afternoon and evening; as I began to wake from a deep restful sleep.
I was in bed, surrounded by the soft and gentle feeling of the silk sheets. I reached for my cock, which was `standard' morning ritual for me. I sprung upward from the intense pain caused when my hand slid beneath my undies and scrapped against my cockhead. My eyes sprang open as I tossed back the sheet.
The tip of my dick was all red, swollen and appeared to have been tortured. The worst part of it all, was that I couldn't remember anything about how it got that way. I carefully slid the undies down to my knees, and that's when I realized that, once again they weren't mine, and they were pink, not to mention they were of the `thong' style.
Not that having my cock tortured was anything to put aside, but just below my dick was a massive bulge of flesh, that didn't resemble anything I'd ever seen before. Touching the fleshy mass, I discovered that it was attached to me. It was then that I discovered that somehow my sac was swollen. It really didn't hurt to touch it, nor was it painful. It just felt weird.
I cranked my head from right to left, wanting and needing to see a familiar face. There were none. The only thing I noticed was a tray sitting atop the desk. It looked as if it was a carafe of coffee and perhaps a breakfast pastry.
Then I noticed the clock. It was almost noon time. I also realized that I had to pee, real bad.
It wasn't until I began to move my legs, that I felt the discomfort in my nuts. I actually had to pick my balls up and move them, along with my legs. No sooner had I tried to stand, that my scrotum began to pull away and that's when the pain really struck. I quickly sat back down on the bed and began devising a way to get into the bathroom, without causing any more pain.
"Good morning Sir", came the welcome sound of Jordan's voice. "Did Sir sleep well?"
"Thank god you're here. I have to piss like a race horse. Help me to the bathroom please", I implored the slave.
There was no need to ask again, nor was there a need to go to the bathroom; as Jordan fell to his knees engulfing my flaccid cock. I put both of my hands on his head, closed my eyes and relaxed myself to the point where a night's accumulation of piss began flowing into the slave's mouth.
Jordan pulled back, once he'd gotten the last drop off the head of cock. With
the need to piss over with; I began to feel the distinct sensations on other
parts of my body which I sensed to have also been tortured.
I could see red marks and welts on my thighs. The soles of my feet were rather tender and once my eyes made contact with my chest I could see the tale-tail marks from where something had come into contact with my skin. My back felt as if it had a mild case of sunburn.
From all of the tingly sensations on my body, I began to feel the pulsing of blood around my butthole. I knew that someone or some thing had ravaged my ass. I only wished that I could remember all or even a fraction of yesterday's session.
"A nice warm bath will do Sir a lot of good", Jordan said with a sincere tone in his voice. "I'll go run the water and prepare it for Sir if that is permissible".
Jordan was once again talking to me, as me being a free man. It sounded nice and most proper; yet for some reason it felt odd to be addressed as `Sir'.
"If you feel it will do me some good, then by all means please do", I replied. "And then perhaps a good cup of that coffee might taste great about now also."
Before Jordan traipsed off to the bathroom, he poured me cup of coffee; which I eagerly sipped with delight.
"Best we slid Sir's undies back up, unless Sir wishes to support them", Jordan said, while trying to smile.
"No, just go ahead and slip them off. I can manage to hold my nuts up until we get to the tub", I again replied; this time with a bit more authority in my voice.
The water was not only warm, but pleasantly scented. The small thin layer of bubbles seemed to glide over my body with ease. Jordan had knelt alongside the tub, until I told him that he could do something else if he needed to.
To my surprise, he went off and returned; bearing another cup of coffee. After finishing the coffee, I seemed to have fallen into another dream world; as
everything in my brain calmed. Some of my dreams were of yesterday, and I could see them as plain as if they were happening this very moment.
I probably could have slept for several more hours, had it not been for the sound of running water. Jordan had turned on the faucet to allow more warm water to replace the water that had begun to cool down.
I was able to talk to Jordan, as if we were equals; without the `Sir' tossed in; as he used a soft natural sponge to clean away any remnants of yesterday. I was amazed at his adaptability in caring for all of my tender and sore flesh. Not once did he cause me any undo pain or discomfort, for which I was thankful.
We were still in the bathroom, when a strange man appeared.
"Good afternoon Kevin. I hope you slept well?" said the man.
"Yes thank you Sir", I replied.
"No need for the `sir' business young man. You are free to call me Frank, just like everybody else around here does", he said rather comically. "I'm John Henry's master. It's not as if Frank is my real name, but they all have tagged me with the name just because I don't beat around the bush when it comes to telling it like it is. Just up front and honest. Nothing politically correct about me or what I say."
I reach passed Jordan and shook his hand, which he seemed more than eager to offer me.
"You sure put on a great show yesterday, but I'm sure you don't remember much of it. I guess you can tell, by the marks you woke up with that you begged for it and then some", he said without as much as an expression on his face.
"But.. But... but, what about my nuts. What happened to my nuts?"
This guy `Frank' only laughed aloud, but soon answered my question. "Oh those little things. Well, Shaun asked you if you wanted bigger nuts and you told him yes, so we filled your scrotum with saline. But not to worry, they'll return to normal by this time tomorrow. Just take it slow and easy today and you won't find yourself in distress. Besides, I'm sure that you have enough paperwork to do that you won't have much time for anything else."
I couldn't agree or disagree with Frank. I could only take him at his word.
"The housekeeper will be up shortly with something for you to eat for lunch. Surely that pastry is stale by now", Frank said in a normal voice. "After you've eaten, you and I can chat for awhile if you'd care to. I'm sure that you've got a lot of questions for us and we are more than happy to answer any and all of them for you at this time."
"Yes, thanks very much. I would really appreciate it Frank. I do, in fact, have a lot of questions about the operations here that I haven't asked Doc about yet. And your assumption about having paperwork to do is also correct. Not having corresponded with my office for two days, I'm sure they are anxious for my reports", I said in a similar tone as Frank's.
Frank turned and left, as Jordan helped me to stand and exit the tub. Jordan just patted the soft towel against my body rather than the normal frisky drying job he normally performed. I found myself getting aroused, as Jordan (from
behind) slid his hand between my legs and supported my balls.
I made my way over to the desk and gingerly sat down, making sure that I kept my legs apart; so as not to damage my testicles.
"Perhaps Sir would like to wear these", Jordan said, holding up a fresh pair of pink briefs. "They'd be more comfortable on Sir's butt, than the thong one."
"Yes thanks, boy", I replied. "But I think I'll wait until I have to stand up before putting them on. For now, I'll just sit here and allow my nuts to have all the space they need." A big smile filtered across Jordan's face, as he hastily began to make the bed up before going into the bathroom to wipe down the tub.
I pushed the two buttons on the computer, listening to the whir of the fan as the machine came to life. I quickly logged on to the company's website and entered my password for emails and messages. I was surprised to see four emails waiting for me.
The first, and oldest, email was from somebody called bitchgirl666'. I didn 't know who this was and I almost deleted it until I realized that it had to come from within the company; so I clicked read'.
Kevin, Please come home right away. Mom has made me enter the youth slave training thing here.Things here are awful and disgusting, and mom thinks it is what I need. I can't stand it any more. Please come home and help me get out of here. Come Friday I'm going to be going to my `summer assignment' and I don't want to go. I will be living right across the street from our house at Mrs. Pinkerson's place. You know her son, Tyler. I don't want to go there or anywhere, except back home. I promise I'll never be mean to you or boys ever again, so help me god. I don't want to go there to be a slave girl to her and her son. I don't need to eat out a girl and I darn sure don't want to suck on her son's penis. Please come home! Please help!
HELP!
I had to take a minute to comprehend what she was saying and then I broke out
into uncontrollable laughter. After all these years and recent weeks of her constant onslaught of taunts, there is just no way I'm going to lift a finger to help her. Besides, Tyler was a stud and I know how much he enjoys having girls gag on his mammoth cock.
The second email was from Ms. Mudfart. It was a simple note just reminding me to be attentive to my job assignment and to make sure I got my reports in by the end of today. There was no indication that she was even vaguely aware of my situation as of late.
The third email was from my mother. It wasn't the nicest or the easiest thing to read. It started off nice, saying how much she loves me and all; even telling me that she was sad that I didn't have enough faith and trust, to tell her years ago about my sexual orientation.
She spent little time on my sister, but did manage to confirm that Mrs. Pinkerson and Tyler would have total control and access to my sister up until the start of school.
I'd never known my parents to express themselves openly to one an other until I read the next part of mom's email. She told me that she and dad had spent countless hours this past week discussing `their' children. I guess that dad wasn't shocked in the least when mom sent my sister into slave training. >From the way the email read, dad seemed more than pleased that mom had finally taken control of their unruly daughter.
Mom said, that dad had told her about me helping to `produce' a training video while here. She seemed excited that I had taken such a keen interest in dad 's business. Finally, she reminded me to call her tonight, so that we could
discuss my sister and some other things.
I recognized the final email, as that of coming once again from my sister. It was time stamped in the wee hours of this morning.
Kevin, I hope you've given some thought to my last email.
I heard in the shower room this morning, that you are in a video. I even heard one of the overseers talking about it. They said that you are the `star' of the video. I hope it's not what I'm thinking!
One of them even said something to the effect that dad was going to see the video right after lunch. I hope you know what you're doing.
I have to go now... Mr. Alderton is heading my way.
I had little time to ponder the last email, as the housekeeper was entering my room. She had a big smile on her face and seemed to be in a jovial mood. " Afternoon master Kevin. I hope this lunch will suffice until dinner", she said rather politely.
I thanked her for the meal, as she exited. I looked at the tray and saw that there was enough food on for a small army. I turned around to see Jordan kneeling alongside of the wall, and invited him to join me for lunch.
We talked about all kinds of things, but it was quite evident that Jordan hadn't seen much television in the last couple of years.
When I went to pick up a napkin from the tray, I noticed that something was beneath the napkin. I quickly lifted the napkin off, to discover a dvd inside it's case. The only thing on the dvd were the words, "From freedom to reality". My mouth dropped open, as my mind instantly feared the worst.
I handed it down to Jordan, who only smiled just before saying, "Yes Sir. This is the dvd that Sir is in", handing it back to me rather quickly. "Mr. Nathan stayed up all night with Doc, editing it and making copies to sell Sir."
Instant fear fell over me; knowing that they'd already sent it to dad's computer. My stomach began to churn; as I began thinking of how I was going to respond to whatever it is that my father is going to say to me. I was almost certain that Mr. Alderton had already seen it, thus the `leak' within my dad's
company.
It almost seemed `to' casual of a response from Jordan but I didn't press the issue. I finished eating my food, as did Jordan, just moments before the housekeeper came in to retrieve the tray. I politely thanked her for the delicious meal and she retreated as fast as she'd come in.
Less than a minute had passed, when both Doc and Frank came into my bedroom. They both appeared to be in good, if not high, spirits. They smiled, said hi to me and even went so far as to kiss the top of Jordan's naked head.
"Well, I hope your stomach is full at least until supper", Doc said with a smile.
"Yes, thanks again. It was scrumptious", I replied.
Frank wasn't the kind of man to mince words, so he got right to it. It was easy to follow his conversation, and I learned much more than I thought I already knew. Hell, he talked so much that he answered most of my questions before I could even ask them. All the while, Jordan kept his kneeling posture alongside of me; making sure that his head was bowed.
Frank came to a point in his dissertation where he was actually the one posing the questions to me. I found most of them rather easy to answer and the few that sorta surprised me weren't all that difficult to respond to once I'd digested the question and perhaps the reasoning behind it.
I was relieved when Doc took control of the conversation, expounding his virtues on slavery and those who enter into it. It was almost as if he was speaking verbatim from some of my college books. It seemed so much easier to listen to Doc speak, compared to reading a book; as it almost made everything come alive within me. I listened as he seemed to guide the conversation towards men who allowed themselves to be voluntarily enslaved; comparing them to those who were enslaved via the court systems.
I hadn't read or understood any of my college courses to make it appear that there is a difference, a big difference, in those who volunteer themselves versus those criminally enslaved. But the way Doc explained everything seemed to make a tremendous amount of sense to me.
I was now able to see just how the one pony slave was able to avoid being kept with the common criminal element. Although living with all the other pony slaves seemed a bit harsh at times. I also had a better understanding of the worker slaves, kept busy all summer clearing land. They seemed to be a rather jovial bunch of slaves, even under the worst of conditions.
Doc continued on with explaining many, if not all, of the lease holders who seemed to have their own agenda when it came to the handling of slaves. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Even though Arkansas has laws governing the rights and fair treatment of slaves; most of the leaseholders failed to comply. It wasn't unusual for a slave to be beaten, whipped or dragged behind a mule; should the slave fail to live up to expectations. The only saving grace, if there was one, is that none of the leaseholders had the want or desire to compel a slave to perform certain sexual acts. I guess that's why they are all so horny at night time.
I couldn't believe that we had spent an entire afternoon in my room chatting away like a bunch of school kids at recess. I have to admit that I learned more today than I did the entire time that I was at Windy Hills.
Finally, the conversation slowed down and we three enjoyed a cool drink; brought up from the kitchen. I felt bad that there wasn't anything for Jordan to drink, and I dare not offer him any of mine.
Frank came right out and asked about the video, wanting to know if I had time yet to view it. I politely told him that I hadn't watched it yet. I didn't want to tell him that I really have any desire to watch it.
Doc came over and without as much as a word, leaned over and inspected my scrotum. He made some off the wall comment about them not shrinking as much as he'd anticipated. Then placing his hand around the shaft of my cock, he made a quick inspection of my piss slit. "It's still going to sting a bit each time you piss, but it should all be just fine by the time you leave", he said rather matter of factly.
"T'was a shame we didn't expand Kevin's sac a lot more. I'm sure that it would look even better than it did last night", Frank said in a rather sadistic tone. "Have you seen yourself yet Kevin, on all fours, and how nice your sac looks dangling down like some farm animal?"
"No, not really. I never gave it a thought", I replied.
"Well let's not waste the moment", Frank bounced back at me.
The next thing I know, I'm being helped from the chair and placed gingerly on the floor; on all fours. Frank spread my knees apart, while Doc went to the closet for a narrow but tall mirror.
After a minute of adjusting the mirror, I was able to see myself. It wasn't bad at all. True, I looked like I had large testicles, but I found nothing wrong with the way they looked, just the way they felt.
Laughing like a school kid Doc said, "If you fancy the size of your nutsack, I can make it so that you have them that size or larger. It's up to you Kevin."
For a split second I thought Doc was serious. I couldn't imagine him even thinking that a free man would want his own balls to be like this. Any bigger and they'd look like a bulls sack.
"You'd be surprised what Doc can do, not to mention what he's already done to some of the boys that go to his clinic", Frank said with the utmost sense of assuredness. "That sampling you got yesterday, with getting your piss hole
stretched ain't nothing compared to when ole Doc here performs his magic and
splits a kid's dick head into two pieces."
"I think I'll take a pass on both of them for now, if you don't mind", I said in a voice which I'd hoped would `lighten' the moment.
"Well you just let us know and we can fix you right up", Doc said.
I could actually tell that the two men were dead serious about transforming a man's cock and balls. I didn't find it entertaining in the least.
I guess that there was also an ulterior motive for having me down on all fours. I gave Doc the ideal opportunity to examine my butt hole. "Looks okay for now, but I'd suggest you sit in the tub at least two or three times a day until the swelling goes down. It's not everyday that a man gets his butt jammed full like you did yesterday."
As much as I wanted to ask Doc just what they'd shoved up my ass, I staved off the urge to do so. "Thanks, that sounds like a plan to me", is all that I said in return.
"Well, best we let you tend to your work. We are having dinner poolside this evening, honoring of your presence here with us", Frank said nonchalantly. "I 'll leave Jordan with you, to keep you company or help you in any way he knows how. And later on, we'll get John Henry up here to help get you up all cleaned up and refreshed for supper."
Wanting to keep it short and simple, I replied, "Great... thanks for that"; and let it go. The two men left, with me still on the floor. I could hear them talking to each other as they made their way down the stairs. Whatever they were talking about, elicited a great deal of laughter from them both.
"Would Sir like some salve on his sore spots?", asked Jordan.
"That would be awesome, especially if it will help take some of the soreness away", I replied.
Like a boy all excited about a holiday, Jordan scampered into the bathroom for the salve. "This stuff stings a bit when it first goes on Sir".
"I think that I can handle it, boy. Let's just get it put on so that I can get back to my work."
Sting it did. The worst of it was when Jordan put some not just around my ass, but directly into my rosebud. It felt like a mound of fire ants had just found a new home.
Jordan rubbed my back, my thighs and my arms, until the stinging sensations subsided. If anything, Jordan was, or had learned, to be not only an obedient slave but also a loving and caring slave. If only I could have a slave just like Jordan.
I remained kneeling until Jordan had placed a towel on the leather seat of the chair and then he helped me up very slowly and carefully.
"Sir, you aren't really thinking about getting the bull balls are you Sir? Jordan asked as if the whole world was waiting for my answer.
`No boy, I'm not. Even though I think they'd look good on many slaves, especially pony slaves, I have no intentions of getting my balls expanded."
Before I could continue, my cellphone rang. I didn't even take the time to see who was calling, just assuming it was Ms. Mudfart.
"Hello"
"Hello son. If you have a minute I'd like to talk to you", my dad's voice came resonating through the phone.
To be continued...