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A Lesson In Time, Chapter Forty four
Authors Note: Before you go reading this particular chapter, you need to know that there is/are a reference to slaves mating with critters. There is no actual scene (description) where such occurs but there is indeed mention of it. It was needed, to maintain continuity of the story and its' characters in such a way as to portray them in their natural surroundings. So, if such a mention is something you wish not to consider, I'd suggest that you wait until I post the next chapter. Now then... on to the story...
Zeb's hands continued to glide over my taut abdomen. I began to think and to visualize him actually being a sadistic person; but sooner or later my thoughts and impressions of him would play out one way or the other.
"I never thought I'd see the day when my little brother would be all trussed up like a turkey and as hairless as an egg. You're looking great bro", Zeb said in his normal tone of voice.
I replied, "Now that you're here, I guess you'll be getting me out of all this stuff Zeb."
"No, not right away, but soon enough little man", he said.
"When, but when and why not now", I said pleadingly.
"Well, I've got to finish reading everything on your computer and see what Ms. Mudfart has to say about all of your writings. She's been handing all of your reports over to the `Mental Health' guys and gals back at the main office and they're the ones who are supposed to be telling us when they feel like you've gotten a grasp on just how a slave is treated and how easy it is to break down a free man's will and willpower." Zeb said rather "brotherly".
"But I don't remember that being part of my internship Zeb. I only did all this to please mom and dad. They said it would be good for me to experience some of what a slave goes through after leaving the world behind", I said once again sounding like a frightened little boy.
"That's true Kevin... opps... I guess I shouldn't be calling you Kevin when you 're all exposed and displayed like this. I guess I could call you boy, or maybe even slave, or how about horse girl. I hear tell that you had a great time up in the horse barn and that's why you are wearing a horse hair butt plug" , Zeb said with a tab bit more of authority in his tone of voice.
"No Zeb, it wasn't like that", I said, with only a second to spare before I felt my balls being squeezed like crazy.
"ZEB STOP IT!" I yelled.
"I'm guessing that you have also forgotten how to address a free man, let alone a Master, your Master", came the response as Zeb let go of my nads.
"No Sir, sorry Sir", I answered.
"Well, until you are once again back to being Kevin around me, you'd best not ever forget your slave manners. I don't like causing pain, but if I'm pushed, I won't hesitate in the least. Now then... let me just tell you that where I've been working up till now, there are slave boys like you who are kept and bedded down every minute of every day with horses. They do nothing but keep
the stallions happy. They all seem, somehow, to come to grips with their new
life and that translates into having happy horses for whenever it is decided
that they will stud a mare. So best, I figure, I should give you the benefit of the doubt until AFTER I watch the now infamous video that started all of this. Not that I'm complaining none, but seems to me that a slave that crawls
underneath a horse and licks and sucks the meat of a stallion must have some
hidden desires buried deep down inside. Not that you're anything like that, but since they've been giving you all your meds, which are supposed to expose the real person from within, I'll just reserve my personal judgment. Maybe some day you can tell me how it felt and how good it all tasted, but for now, I 'll pass", Zeb said quite politely.
"Yes Master, thank you Master", came a weak response from my broken and shattered spirt.
"Now then slave, it has been brought to my attention, also, that while the slave was at Windy Hills Farm it witnessed several new slaves being led off and that you were concerned as to their well being... is that not right `horse girl' " came the next question in a soon to be rapid fire question and answer
period.
"Yes Master, this slave wondered why they were hustled away, out of my sight Master", I answered
"Well, it's an easy question for me to answer at this time, horse girl", my brother replied. "You see... what they had to go through, after they left your sight is almost the mirror image of what you've been going through here.. up till now at least. Now you can not only see what they were put through, but you are feeling what they went through and are probably still going through. Not only did they suffer what some may describe as `humiliation and degrading situations' but they were also being stripped of all of their worldly ways and worldly ideas and aspirations. A good and proper slave needn't worry himself about such things. Whether or not the newly endentured servant is to be used as a labor slave or a personal slave... everything, and I mean everything of and in their former life must be overcome... erased".
"Yes Master, thank you Master", I replied.
"Now then, too, I guess that this is as good a time as any to confront you with what I've perceived as something of a `ghost' in your past" Zeb calmly said, which sent a cold shiver down my naked spine. "I remember the day and year that MoMo came to me; expressing his concern for you. He showed me the magazines he discovered between your mattress and box spring. You weren't even fourteen years old and yet you were being supplied with dozens of man-on-man magazines. Some, if not most of them were rather, how should I say... shocking at best; being that the majority of them were of the sadomasochistic variety. And it wasn't long after that, that I'd discovered that you were sneaking into my room, while I was out, and snooping through my things, including going into my dirty laundry and eyeballing my underwear. Then, if that wasn't bad enough, I began to purposely leave the bathroom door open and sure enough it didn't take long before I spotted you standing in the hallway, glaring into the bathroom, passed the glass doors and watching me soap my cock up for my morning beat off. It seemed like every day, you were standing there; probably wishing that I'd let you suck my dick and swallow my baby makers."
I thought about not responding to Zeb's statement but I knew better than to aggravate the situation any more, so I answered him back by simply saying, " Thank you Master for Master's most correct observations".
By now Zeb's hand was running up and down my cock, and sometimes I could even feel his fingers pressing along the top of my catheter, as my body continued to drain the piss out of my bladder. "I'm guessing that you still feel the same way about wanting to suck my cock, but I don't let bois' or horse girls suck my dick without knowing that they can swallow it all without gagging and choking. It's the one thing that pisses me off more than anything, some fag queen choking just because he can't swallow all of my fuck pole", Zeb said half laughing.
The next thing I know is that Zeb was telling me that I had to show him how well I could handle a rather large latex dildo being pushed down into my throat.
I thought, shamefully, that since I'd already been subjected to deep throat ' exercises that it would be a piece of cake for me to at least show Zeb that I'd learned my lesson as a would be' slave boi.
Unfortunately, I was a bit off in my own expectations. Zeb had selected, from among the many, a cock which apparently closely resembled the size and girth of his own penis.
The instant the tip of the dildo passed over my lips, I knew that I was in trouble. The sheer width of the damn thing was pulling the corners of my mouth to the point where I thought they'd start to break up and bleed.
I tried, as difficult as it was, to work up an ample amount of spit with which to `coat' the dildo as Zeb continued to ease it into my mouth in one steady, fluid motion. At least I didn't forget to breathe through my nose; and that one thing alone probably saved me from being chastised by Zeb, for the time being.
Lucky for me, I was exhaling through my nose when the dildo reached that one spot in a man's throat that normally causes one to automatically begin to gag and choke. The dildo made it past that point and I could feel my throat muscles begin to actually manipulate the dildo even further down into my gullet. It was amazing, if I say so myself, that the entire length of the damn thing finally became implanted within my mouth and throat. My breathing began to slow to a controllable rhythm, and I felt secure in my knowing that perhaps, just maybe, I'd shown my Master Zeb that I'd done well.
It didn't go unnoticed in my own brain, that the last time I ever saw Zeb's cock hard... it wasn't anywhere near as big as this dildo. But it was and still is something that I'd really like to have in my mouth to taste, to feel, to savor and to excite my other senses and body parts.
Zeb continued, "The days ahead will more than likely allow me and you to get to better understand each other and also we can better decide on a course of action that will take this place to becoming the apple' in the industry. We have to remember that mom and dad have more or less given' us this opportunity to make a name for ourselves, not to mention, making more money than either of us could ever imagine possible. I just want you to understand that no matter what happens between the two of us, that number one is that I'll always love you and number two... is that I have a girlfriend out west that I'm thinking about asking if she'll marry me. So don't go getting any weird ideas about the two of us being anything more than brothers; but maybe, as brothers, we can at least `enjoy' each other in ways that others could never imagine. You're the gay one, remember?"
I was contemplating answering Zeb, but with my mouth and throat stuffed with the dildo, that was simply out of the question.
A loud thud came thundering down the inner hallway and I could indistinctly make out the soft sounds of bare feet running towards our room. I took the sounds to be that of the cellar door slamming shut and perhaps Jordan was running back to me.
Out of breath, gasping for air Jordan began to speak; " Master, sorry for slamming the door Master and I'm very sorry for taking so long in returning Master."
"Well boy, at least you haven't forgotten your manners, but I will have to ask you what took so long for you to return?", Zeb asked in a rather nonchalant tone of voice.
"Master, this slave took time to help the pony boy get prepared for pulling the carriage Master. The pony boy wants to show Master just how much he loves being a pony boy and how he looks forward to pulling Master today. Master's carriage is waiting at the front of the house, with `pony boy' at the ready Master", Jordan said, with what I detected was just the slightest bit of pride in his own voice.
Zeb didn't answer him directly, but instead said to me, "we'll continue our conversation when I return horse girl; but until then you just rest up as it is going to be a long day for every one".
"Make sure you give this piece of horse pussy something to drink while I'm gone. I'll be back in an hour or so", Zeb said to Jordan who was now somewhere within the room, probably on his knees next to John Henry.
There was an obvious silence, as Zeb left the room, and I began to relax, however difficult it was. I could only imagine how Jordan had helped the pony boy prepare for this one moment in it's life that would probably be the most defining of his young life.
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Just as soon as Zeb opened the front door, he was enveloped with a sense of joy and obvious pride.
Before him, was a meticulously clean carriage. Even the small chrome inserts on the wooden wheel spokes were glistening under the late afternoon sun. The wood, or what appeared to be wood shone brightly without the slightest hint of a smudge or fingerprint. The leather seats seemed to reflect the sun light in as much as it appeared as shooting stars deflecting from the supple leather. The carriage whip stood proudly, in the holder. The whip's handle and shaft seemed to be ablaze with brilliant colors of royal purple, black and maroon. The short leather thongs, eight in all, dangled freely from atop the whip' s shaft. Each individual thong seemed to slowly flutter in the slight breeze which was coming in from the east. Such a carriage whip would most definitely grab the attention of this pony boy or any other `animal' which was hitched for the ride.
Zeb descended the steps leading down from the porch, making his way slowly towards the pony boy. His eyes transfixed on the human flesh just a few short yards in front of him.
The pony boy was naked except for his two highly polished carriage boots. His chest was fettered with a rather wide and thick leather harness, with all major points being attached with brass rings in the upper part of his back, just below the shoulder blades.
The boy's body glistened under the sun, as if it had been polished. The pony boys head was also adorned with a leather harness, much like the chest harness. The one difference with this harness is that it had a mouth bit running from one side of the boy's mouth to the other. It didn't look to be at all comfortable; but let's face it... who cares about comfort when we're talking about mere slaves.
From either side of the boy's head were the reins which led back to the carriage. Where the reins attached to the harness, were what appeared to be garlands of magnificent eagle feathers; setting the boy's features in an even higher degree of definition. The two small `blinkers' which sheltered the pony boy from looking anywhere but forward, were shining and even smelled of being recently polished.
Zeb admired the pony boy's tail, as he couldn't help thinking about his own brother's plug and tail; which was quite similar in size. The actual tail, moved with every twitch of the pony's anal muscles; indicating that the plug portion was seated properly and that the pony was anxious to get moving. Actually, when the pony would be trotting, the plug was designed to stimulate the pony's prostate gland, which always engorged the pony's cock with blood, causing it to erect to a rather painful experience; always leaving the penis begging to be milked of the slave seed confined within.
"You ready for a good ride today boy?" asked Master Zeb.
The pony boy nodded, as speaking with a bit in the mouth would be most disrespectful.
Zeb mounted that carriage and shook the reins. The pony commenced to move forward as the reins gently tugged from the right side of his mouth.
The ride was most beneficial to Zeb, as he and the pony boy made their way down to where the fence was being erected. Only twice did Zeb use the buggy whip; both times striking the pony dead center between the shoulder blades. The naked slaves didn't slow down nor did they seem inclined to look towards Master Zeb as he watched them toiling away at their assigned task. There wasn't even any need for Master Zeb to say anything to the overseer either; as the amount of fence posts and strands of fence which the slaves had put in place had surpassed what Master Zeb had anticipated. At least these slaves must have known the value of hard work; as compared to those who he and others had to oversee out west, where they always fell to their knees upon feeling the whip or slave prod.
After leaving the fence detail, Zeb guided his pony up the hill towards the horse barn. The journey was close to a mile trek, but the pony boy seemed well acclimated to his job. Zeb couldn't help but to imagine his own brother pulling the carriage; as he'd already seen in the video. The one difference was that today's pony was wearing its' tail; whereas, before, Kevin hadn't yet been `fitted' with his own tail. Zeb wondered why he'd left Kevin with the impression that he (Zeb) hadn't watched any of the video tape yet; but in retrospect, it would make not a single iota of a difference in the end.
As the carriage passed the horse barn, Zeb thought once again of the tape. He knew that this' is the place that his own gay brother was brought to engage in over the top' activity. Just thinking about such acts, brought back vivid images of his former employment and the acts of domination that occurred there on a daily basis. However, the mental images of his brother doing the same things, didn't seem to bring about the same mustering in his groin.
Guiding the pony down the knoll, closer to the house than the slave barns, Zeb noticed a huge difference in the external appearance of the main house. The grass was perfectly cut, and not a fallen blade of grass could be found. The shrubs, all trimmed, seemed to highlight the prominent points of the southern mansion.
So far, Zeb seemed overjoyed at the progress that had been made by the slaves and overseers. He knew that he had a rather ominous duty, which lay ahead of him; but for now, he only wanted to soak in the beauty of the land and its' bountiful nature.
Another swish of the buggy whip along with a gentle tug on the right rein and Zeb was headed up the lane towards the slave barns, where even from his viewpoint he could see and hear the slaves busy working to retro-fit the barns to meet his requirements. Some of the things being done, had yet to be made known to his parents or even his brother; but since he had certain authority at Willow Knolls he didn't need permission for much of anything he or Kevin needed or even wanted to do.
Zeb pulled the carriage to a stop and disembarked from the comfort of the cushioned seat. He was greeted by one of his friends and Shaun, who looked haggard and only half alert; after staying up all night getting all of the slaves
`inspection ready'.
There was some insignificant chat between Zeb and the one overseer before the three men walked into barn number four.
As Zeb inspected the work being done, he gave a brief thought to the four slaves that would be the initial inhabitants of these renovated quarters; but that wasn't all that was on his mind. He strode around the once disheveled barn, looking at the new slave beds, the four new rigid steel' cages being welded, the new shitter' and communal bathing area. He seemed pleased, yet his mind was quickly forcing him to think about Kevin.
** Kevin hadn't had the luxury of relaxing much. John Henry had quickly gone to the exam room and brought back a bottle of `refreshment' for Master Kevin. With all of the bottles, colored, and each with its' own defined purpose; John Henry chose not a clear bottle of pure water, but one that had a purple cap. He had given it to Jordan to hook up to the dildo gag, as Jordan gave John Henry an evil and rather hateful glare. Nonetheless, Master Zeb hadn't left any specific orders as to what Master Kevin was to have for refreshment, so neither slave thought the worst.
Master Kevin's stomach absorbed the liquid, without even a taste to his tongue. It wasn't long before Master Kevin was feeling light headed and relaxed.
After the bottle was empty, John Henry connected Master Kevin's catheter to the mouth plug which in essence allowed Master Kevin's piss to start recycling through his system.
With the contents of the bottle now in full effect on Kevin, he could only think of all the things that had brought him so much sexual pleasure. He was oblivious to his surroundings and to the two slaves.
Jordan was kneeling in front of John Henry; sucking on the slave's cock. Both slaves knew that if they were discovered having sexual contact such as this, that they'd both be severely punished; but the risk, to them, far surpassed the punishment aspect.
Jordan was enjoying the fact that he could now suck his friend's dick, without having to worry about maneuvering around an excessively large Prince Albert that John Henry used to be burdened with.
Jordan was the kind of slave boy, that if he wasn't mating with the dog, he' d have to have sex with just about anybody, regardless of how he felt about them. For John Henry, it was just the fact that he now had to comply with the strict wishes of Master Zeb that kept him on edge and when he had to opportunity to show the slightest bit of domination over another male, he'd certainly take advantage of it.
Both of the slaves had their own agenda, their own means of survival at Willow Knolls; and yet, each of them kept their thoughts to themselves, never sharing them with one another; except to share those few cherished moments of unabated youth oriented sex.
Kevin could hear an occasional word or two, but as it was; the words meant nothing to him. He only wished that his hands were free and that his cock wasn' t filled with a catheter. The images of him and the slave 616, at Windy Hills, had gotten his `creative juices' flowing vividly in his brain. He seemed to feel the first time he actually rode another male's cock and how it made him tingle all over. Kevin had flash backs to the many times seeing Zeb naked in the shower and watching his brother jerk off; unaware that his lurking hadn 't gone unnoticed. The sheer joy of seeing so many naked men, all available on a whim, to be the object of Kevin's sexual desires made his time in the sling seem to go by at a rapid pace. The knowledge that he and his dad had finally bonded, as friends, after all these years seemed to mellow Kevin's thought
process, even if for a few minutes.
Kevin's life, of recent weeks, continued to replay over and over in his head; until he remembered that all of these thoughts were supposed to be entered into his computer on a daily basis. Kevin began to struggle with how he'd be setting all of his thoughts to words, but soon came to realize that dear Ms. Mudfart didn't really care about things like proper spelling, punctuation's or even grammar; all she needed to process Kevin's thinking were his unabashed words, in his own style and in his own compassionate way with which he expressed himself.
Kevin's nutsack began to tighten, against the cold steel of his cinch ring; sending him the message that no matter how hard he needed to nut, that it just wasn't going to happen. He continued in his own private world until a stern voice broke the silence.
"What the fuck are you two slaves doing!" screamed Master Zeb; which instantaneously separated the two slaves from their threshold of orgasm.
Both slaves quickly assumed the proper submissive posture of kneeling with their heads touching the floor and their rectums positioned for the sight and pleasure of the Master.
All Kevin could do was to remain still, to listen and learn.
Zeb went off on several different tangents and began spouting words like castrations, flogging, branding, isolation and worse things such as selling off the two miscreants.
Zeb's words didn't fall on deaf ears, that's for sure. The two slaves begged and begged to be forgiven but Master Zeb wasn't about to let either of them `off the hook' just yet. After all, he'd been young and active too, at their age and he knew, even though the two slaves were gay, that young adults have an unquenchable appetite for sex; regardless of how or from where they receive it.
Master Zeb sent the two slaves upstairs, remanding them to stay in the small slave room just off of the kitchen until such time as he was ready to deal with them.
Both slave boys once again, humbly apologized for their actions and were made to crawl up the stairs to await the Master.
It took several minutes before Zeb got his composure back, at which time he stood next to his brother; preparing to speak to and act upon the shear beauty of the naked form which lay prone and exposed before his very eyes.
To Be Continued...
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