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A Lesson In Time,  Chapter  Three


Kevin continued to lay within the bowels of the menacing machine, as his 
sister  continued to twist and tug on his now sore testicles.  

The view he had of his sister, combined with all the feelings coursing 
through  his body caused him great  distress.

The machine, extracted the steel probe from within Kevin's rectum and the  
pumping action increased on his already spent penis. Kevin was also being  
treated with intermittent tingling sensations in his lower back and  buttocks.

When the second orgasm began, Kevin tried to buck his hips in more of a  
defensive manner than anything else, but the restraints prevented him from  
lifting up to  much.

"Come on now big brother, you can handle more than just one little tiny 
squirt  of seed from your cock, can't you?" his sister asked over the intercom, as 
she  began squeezing his balls even harder. "You don't think I've been just 
sitting  around at home doing nothing while you've been away at school do  you?
"

Kevin's solitary moans and his begging for the machine to be turned off, only 
 activated a sensor within the workings of the machine and another steel arm 
came  inching its way towards Kevin's mouth. As the mechanical arm got closer, 
Kevin  saw what appeared to be some type of rubber object protruding from the 
 arm.

The rubber oval shaped ball pressed against his mouth, and even though Kevin  
vainly resisted, the machine won out; leaving Kevin's mouth stuffed with the  
rubber object, while the mechanical arm held it firmly in  place.

"Good, I'm glad to see that they finally found some way to shut you up" the 
girl  started in again. "You see, oh brother of mine, while you've been 
chasing pussy  in school or whatever it is you do up there; mom's been helping me 
to understand  a little bit about slaves and what makes them  tick."

Kevin thought to himself that his mother had unleashed a monster, but there 
was  nothing he could do at this time; but he would, without a doubt, get his  
revenge.


"Your precious little JoJo and I have been having some pretty intense lessons 
 while you've been gone. Mom has shown me more than I ever expected about all 
the  things boys can do with their dicks. And mom has shown me just what it 
takes to  bring a man or a slave down to his knees; begging for mercy. You 
asking me for  mercy big brother? I rather like having this much control over your 
balls. It  makes me feel as if, for once, that I'm in control. No big brother 
to boss me  around anymore and no big brother to rat me out to mom and dad  
either."

Just about then the third wave of feelings fell over Kevin as his cock 
dribbled  the last few remaining drops of sperm into the vacuum tube; only to be 
sucked  into a small receptacle. Kevin's body was awash with perspiration as the 
machine  seemed to go into 'standby'.  

"Well Kevin, your test and semen extraction are completed now", came the  
unfriendly voice of the female  doctor.

******************

I lay there as the rubber ball was eased from behind my teeth, and while the  
doctor carefully removed the milker from my cock. I was seething with anger  
towards my sister and I wanted nothing more than to kick the crap out of her. 
I  had not only been humiliated, with my parents approval my sister got to 
play  with my nuts. And that in itself was almost enough to make me re-think my  
decision to work for my father. I could probably go to work with my brother 
and  still make a decent living from handling slaves and whatever else my 
brother  does to train  them.

Voices, more voices than I knew, were now detectable, as the table I was 
laying  on began to extract itself from the  tunnel.

As my field of vision increased, I could see dad and mom standing right next 
to  the table's edge. My darling, idiot, stupid sister; was standing directly 
behind  mom, using her as her own private shield from my  wrath.

Mom and the doctor began to unbuckle the leather restraints which had held me 
so  firm. It felt so good to get my legs out of those half-tube things. The 
doctor  began wiping away the residue left by the lubricant and cock slime; but 
my poor  cock had taken a severe 'beating' and I let go with a loud  yelp.

Mom wiped between my butt cheeks, removing the lubricant leftover from the 
metal  prostate palpitor.  My sister had backed up towards the wall, and was  
standing right next to the door, ready to make a hasty  retreat.

Dad moved up next to mom and said, "You did really well son. Our expectations 
of  this new machine were only exceeded by your diligence and understanding. I
'm  sorry we didn't tell you about all of this before hand, but we knew that 
you  would have balked at proceeding with the examination. And as for your 
sister's  actions; we will discuss and reprimand her when we get home this 
evening. But  for now, just try, try and let it go. Your mother and her have been 
working hard  together to get your sister prepared for next school year. There 
may be a new  program for high school seniors but only for those who are adapt 
at handling not  only slaves of the same sex, but with any and all slaves. It 
does however seem  to me, that your sister took certain liberties with your 
testicles which she  will and must apologize and accept the consequences of her 
actions. Such  treatment of male testicles is strictly for slaves and not 
free men like  us."

I'd barely processed dad's comments and mom jumped right in saying, " yes 
dear,  I'm sorry for not controlling your sister. Her behavior was unacceptable 
and  we'll deal with it severely when you men get home. But, I don't want you 
feeling  embarrassed about any of us seeing you this way. You must understand 
the feeling  of such embarrassment, as it pertains to a newly indentured 
slave.  Your  nakedness with your family members and the doctor should not have 
caused you  such a traumatic experience. I thought that your father and I had 
taught you  that there is nothing wrong with the naked male form. In your 
travels, you are  going to see a wide variety of naked females and males, so just 
consider how  they are going to feel when they are subjected to strange eyes 
falling upon  them."

Mom's words made sense to me, and I don't know why; but nonetheless they did 
and  my anger began to subside. I'd even forgotten about the other voices I'
d heard  while in the tunnel; but as soon as I sat up and swung my legs over 
the side of  the table, I saw three men in white lab coats doing something on 
the side of the  machine.  

They were pushing buttons on several different keypads and I could see the  
reflection of small lights flashing on and off. Soon the three men gathered up  
what looked like a video disc and a couple of other discs and left the  room.

As I began to stand up, the blood rushed from my head, causing me to wobble  
considerably. Dad and the doctor rushed to grab my shoulders, while mom, who 
was  still standing in front of me reached for and took hold of my sore, limp 
penis.  

Mom was the last person to release their hold on my body, as I became 
steadier.  Mom even helped me to put my clothes back on, just as if I was her nine 
year old  son.

'Well the test results should be ready by the time we get to the conference  
room", dad said with a high degree of certainty. "The group of farm and  
processing owners are waiting for us. They are anxious, just as much as we are  to 
see the results of our newest  machine."

I looked at dad with a look of distain and bewilderment all rolled into one.  
"Dad what do you mean by 'owners'? Why are they here in the first place?  
Couldn't one of your employees traveled around and shown them the results?" I  
asked in a rather rude and discourteous  manner.

"Easy there son.  Don't go off half cocked. You must have failed to  
understand what some of my staff tried to imply yesterday." All said with more  of an 
employer tone of voice compared to the fatherly one. "You must remember  that 
this new machine with revolutionize the entire slave industry. We aren't  the 
only ones coming out with such a machine, but we anticipate that our machine  
will be the ultimate in not only proper diagnosis of the human body, but it 
will  also reduce the number of people it takes to process a slave or to 
evaluate a  simple ailment. These people don't know who you are and probably don't 
even  care. They've come to see the machine in action and to see the results.  
So  come now, let's not have anymore rebellious comments from  you."

Dad and I were the last two to leave the room, as mom and my dearly beloved  
sister had been way ahead of the rest. The remainder of the way back up and 
into  the room was completed in silence.  

As various employees walked passed us, some of them stopped, briefly, to look 
at  me and to greet dad.  I wasn't sure why they all, every last one of them  
seemed to scan me with their own eyes from head to toe. A few of them, men 
and  women seemed to take an extra couple of seconds looking at my  shorts.

As we entered the conference room, there must have been forty or fifty people 
 crammed into it. Some sitting, some standing; all seemed to be rather jovial 
and  continued to talk about business and slaves like it was common practice 
to do  so.  

Dad, pointed to a vacant seat against the wall by the door and told me quite  
firmly to 'SIT'.  

I watched as dad brought the room to order, which didn't take very long at 
all.  I gazed around and could see some of the people I'd met yesterday, along 
with  mom and baby sister all standing against the back wall.  

I wished that I'd at least had my notepad, as some of the things dad talked  
about were real important and I knew that I'd have to incorporate those 
thoughts  and procedures in my daily work as an intern.  

The lights began to dim, as a large screen descended from the ceiling right  
behind  dad.

Dad grabbed his microphone and stood to the front and side of the screen as 
it  began a very nice dialog of the capabilities of the machine, which had been 
 named the SIMS.   

The video showed things that even I didn't know about. I, myself, was amazed  
beyond words. If I was in the market for such a machine I'd be buying one of  
these for sure.  

What dad had told me downstairs was true. The machine could replace a minimum 
of  seven employees, which then could be reassigned; and the technology built 
into  the machine can and will produce results within thirty minutes, which 
is a far  cry from the standard two or three  days.

Then the screen went to the company logo for a minute or two, while dad  
explained the second part of the video which was about to be shown.  

I found it rather odd that dad referred to me, as the 'boy in the video' and 
not  my son. I guess since he may not have known all of these people 
personally, it  was better that he keep my relationship on the low  side.

What I wasn't expecting was to see my face, my naked body, appear on the  
screen.

They had captured just about everything on film, all but my embarrassing 
moments  of shedding my  clothes.

At the beginning, there were countless cat calls and whistles about 'the boy'
 . I  was even more embarrassed now than ever. Thankfully, it was dark enough 
in the  room so that no one could see the shame and humiliation I was 
suffering  through.

Another saving moment came when most, if not all, of the part where my nuts 
were  being tortured by my sister had been cut out. There was only about thirty 
 seconds of where everyone could see her hand twisting and pulling on my 
scrotal  sac.

The screen split in two. One half showing me and the other half showing how 
the  machine performed certain, mandatory functions.  

I think the only, manual function, was when the doctor inserted the slimy  
catheter up my pee  hole.

I was shocked, and appalled when I heard dad say, "And please note that the  
rectal probe not only functions to test the male slaves prostate gland, but it 
 also is performing a most vital function which we all know as  tracking."

More unprovoked whistles and applause erupted from the audience as the screen 
 flickered and displayed some sort of GPS tracker. "As you can see, the pod 
has  been implanted, without the 'boy' even feeling it nor does the boy even 
know  that such a pod has been  inserted."

The more I listened at looked at the screen, I became acutely aware that the  
'boy' referred to was indeed myself and that I now had been implanted with a 
 pod; as the map being displayed, marked my location to within twenty feet.  

The next part of the video, displayed the many test and functions which had 
been  performed on me.  

Personally, had it not been me that everyone was looking at; I would say that 
 the machine was a marvel of  technology.

I watched, amazed, at the display of every single muscle in my body. It 
showed  which muscle or group of muscles were in need of some form of exercise. 
That  much, I suppose would be good for a person who was seeking to buy or lease 
a  slave for manual labor.  

The machine even did some form of dental x-ray; showing my entire mouth in a  
panoramic  view.

It also became clear that the rectal probe had gently filled my intestinal 
walls  with some form of testing gel; which allowed for the machine to check for 
any  signs of abnormalities such a polyps.  This seemed to be of an interest 
to  just more than more potential  buyer.

"Our machine also measures the human body for sensory function, should such  
things as punishments and even the more bizarre things such as torture or even 
 the braiding of the human flesh are concerned. We've introduced a small 
amount  of electrical current to the 'boys' nipples and a more moderate amount to 
the  lower torso. Our machine and the computers can assimilate the amount of 
pain  that anyone, even the toughest, meanest person can withstand. So should 
you have  need for such information prior to a designated punishment; you'd 
know just how  much and how far you could go before causing irreversible damage 
to your  property."

Dad had everyone's attention when he was describing pain, torture, and 
torment  in such graphic detail. I was even astonished to even know that my own 
father  knew of such dastardly  occasions.

"And lastly, probably the one thing over looked and under estimated in our  
business; is that of reproduction. Some of you here today bred slaves for sale  
and lease, but how many of you know from day to day, which slave can bring 
forth  a seed which will impregnate a whore slave with the end result being a 
healthy  fetus and desirable  male?

The room fell silent, all eyes and ears focused forward as the video 
continued  and dad progressed with his sales analysis.  

The video was showing the milking machine in action. From the outside, you  
couldn't see my cock, but at the top of the tube, inside, was a mini camera  
whereby one could see the seminal fluid being vacuumed away from the penis.  

The room went into nothing less than victory applause for my cock as it 
spewed  forth. I was totally ashamed of just having to be in the same room with 
these  people.

Dad, now joined by the doctor, continued to explain the need for a complete  
drain of a slave's fluid in order to achieve the best possible results; thus 
the  need for forced milking.  The screen now showed all of my little 'swimmers'
  which the doctor excited proclaimed to be healthy and with the proper gene, 
to  produce a strong healthy male  slave.

Once again the screen changed and now it was displaying more test results 
such  as blood, urine, and even the rate of exchange of oxygen and carbon dioxide 
from  my  body.

The last screen, which shouldn't have surprised me was one of me as I sat up 
on  the table and as I tried to stand up straight; for all in the room to see 
me in  a full frontal nude  situation.

Dad didn't fail to mention that the 'boy' wasn't properly prepared for all 
the  testing as the 'boy' hadn't been shaved of his 'free status'. It almost 
sounded  as if mom and dad had plans for me  already…

"Time, ladies and gentlemen. Time, is not on our side today. Time, with which 
we  have to conform to all of the new government regulations, is fast 
approaching.  Let this be a lesson in time for all of us.  A lesson that we all can  
benefit from and find happiness in knowing that we are at the threshold of a 
new  adventure in slave procurement, training, and assessments.  A lesson in  
time, with which we can use to improve our own business and the future of our  
country. A time where we can cull out the weak ones and assure ourselves that 
we  are doing our part to build a better America.  With the abundance of  
Mexican illegals, and the dead beat dads, and those stupid enough to break the  
law of the land; let us lead the way to a better America, one that the world  
will look up to and follow by  example."

Dad had the entire room on their feet as he kept  speaking.

"Let's not have to think about tomorrow, next month, next year. The time is 
now,  the time is today. It is a lesson in time that others like us will feel 
like  outsiders if we don't act today and plan for  tomorrow."

The room lit up with applause and appreciative yelling, as dad stepped down 
from  his small platform. It felt as if dad was running for elected office 
again; as  he went around the room shaking hands with  everyone.

I sat there, not wanting to stand; as so many of the people began to cast an  
occasional look in my direction. Thank goodness, dad announced that lunch was 
 now served in the main dining room; as all of the people began to pass by 
me.  

Even mom and my brat sister fell in line for the luncheon, leaving just dad 
and  myself for  last.

"Thank you son, for doing all this for your mother and me. I will repay you  
somehow for all of your anguish and emotional distress.  I promise." Dad  said 
as he put his arm around me and walked down the  hallway.

Everybody was at lunch, but when we walked passed the employees cafeteria, it 
 was as quiet as a church on a Tuesday night. Everybody was eating but they 
were  also watching the entire presentation that dad had just made to all of 
his  visitors. Astonished wasn't the way I was feeling at that particular 
moment, but  what was done, was  done.

"I suppose you'd feel better if you ate in my private dinning room, am I not 
 correct son?" dad asked in a low  voice.

"Yes father, I don't think I can handle anymore glares from the employees  
today", came my sullen  reply.

"I just should have anticipated all of this beforehand son. I'm so, so,  
sorry"

We made a quick right turn and then a left and went into dad's private 
dinning  room. "You don't mind eating alone do you? I don't want our guest to feel  
deprived of the opportunity to ask me questions about what they've seen  
today."

"No dad, I think I'd rather be alone for now, if that's  alright."

"Very well son, I'll send one of the girls in to let you know what is on 
today's  executive's menu. Take your time, and I'll see you soon. Oh and if you 
want to  watch any television, the remote is over there on the  bookcase."

"Thanks dad, I'll be all right. Have fun and make some good sales over lunch 
 dad", I said knowing that my father was at his best while eating with such  
clients.

It seemed as if dad had barely closed one door and one of his secretaries was 
 coming in another  door.

She read off the items which were on the menu and I thought that I was eating 
at  a five star restaurant. I made my selections and then sat on the sofa, 
resting  my feet on the coffee table.  

I scanned the room, and for an executive dining room, this place was the  
ultimate. Television, stereo system, leather furniture and a mahogany dining  
table with six elegant captain's  chairs.

The secretary soon returned with my soda and appetizer, beer battered onion  
rings. She voluntarily handed me the remote control, as I wasn't' getting up 
to  sit at the table by myself. The leather furniture felt so comfortable 
against my  bare legs and shoulder blades that I wanted to stay there until time 
to go  home.

I listened to music while I ate my fill of lobster tail, shrimp and grilled  
fish. I hadn't eaten since last night and I had no idea that I was this 
hungry,  until I actually started to eat. I did, however, forgo the tempting array 
of  items on the dessert list.  

After the lady had returned with a carafe of coffee for me, I was nice enough 
to  thank her for all of her diligence and then I reclined on the sofa; 
clicking on  the remote control as my back rested on a cloud of  leather.

Since it was noon time, early afternoon, there wasn't anything on worth 
watching  unless you consider cable news networks worthwhile. I scanned every 
channel and  then the one channel came up as "Company Views and  Products".

I'd never heard dad mention it before and my curiosity began to  peak.

I watched as several different people spoke about the company and it's  
offerings. Most of it, I'd heard just yesterday and already knew it just from  
listening to dad speak at the dinner table.  

What I didn't know, is what surprised me. I hadn't the foggiest of ideas 
that  the company was also a procurer of human flesh. If there was a certain, 
training  facility that was running low, on say field workers, they would call 
here and  the required number of slaves would soon be on their way to their new  
home.

I was astonished, if not amazed at the amount of products which the company  
provided to the slave industry. If I needed a surrey for my estate, once 
again,  a simple phone call and I'd have my surrey. Everything, and I do mean  
everything, you would need to train, teach and control a slave; is sold right  here
… in this  building.

Not only does the company provide the slaves and equipment, it also affords a 
 slave facility the high caliber legal expertise which sometimes is needed. I 
now  can see the reason for my brother to get transferred so much. The 
company, which  I now understand him to be an employee; will send him wherever he is 
needed, on  request.  This is turning into a family business if I ever saw  
one.

The next segment to display on the television was some examples of slaves 
which  were available for immediate shipment.  Some of the photos actually showed 
 slaves in sexual activity, which was and is their main purpose in  life.

I couldn't help to think about my high school boyfriend while watching the  
screen. I can remember it as if it was just yesterday. God, I miss him so much. 
 I regret, now, of never informing my parents as to my sexual orientation. I  
suppose one day I should, but I'll have to plan and rehearse what and how I'
m  going to  say.

My cock began to shift as the blood boiled within my loins. I twisted myself  
around on the sofa, giving my shorts a bit more room for expansion and to 
shield  myself, should one of the secretaries come  in.

When the presentation had finished, all I wanted to do was to go home and 
jack  off; but I had to wait for my father to conclude his business day.  

The need to piss arose and I scanned the room for any sign of a bathroom.  
Thankfully there was the one executive wash room on the other side of the room  
and made my way, quickly, as to avoid  notice.

Like I always did, the first thing I look for is where the urinals are. I didn
't  see any. My eyes were filled with a lavish bathroom, complete with marble 
top  counters, fancy faucets and an open toilet. Moving towards the toilet, I 
was  startled by a voice saying, "Good Afternoon Sir, may I be of  service".

I turned around on the balls of my feet to discover a naked boy kneeling in a 
 small alcove just to the left of the door.  

I was shell shocked by his beauty, to say the least. He was kneeling there 
hands  behind his head, chest out, stomach in.  

"What the fuck are you doing in here?", I asked rather  obruptly.

The boy gave me a simple, yet complete response; "Sir, boy is here to relieve 
 Sir of his piss  Sir."

I don't know why I looked around to see if anybody else was here, as I knew 
darn  well there  weren't.

"You mean to tell me that swallowing piss is your place in life", I asked in 
a  much lower tone of  voice.

"Sir yes Sir. This boy understands its position in the world Sir and this boy 
 would be honored if Sir would allow me to swallow his urine  Sir."

I moved closer to the boy, my mind racing with all kinds of thoughts. As I 
stood  in front of the boy, easing my shorts down; all I could think about was … 
'does  dad use this  boy?...

I shuffled my feet, and in moments my cock was inside his mouth, piss flowing 
 like a swollen river in the spring.  
The boy  politely licked the remaining one or two droplets from my cock and I 
pulled my  shorts up.  I noticed the boy staring at my cock and I just had to 
tell  him, "its better now. I had a long milking this morning and it's still 
a bit  sore".

Just as I was about to cover my cock with the shorts, the boy learned over 
and  kissed the tip of my dick. I was amazed at how soft his lips were, as he 
leaned  back, looked me in the eyes and said, "All better now  Sir".

I thanked him and exited the washroom, needing to get back to the sofa,  
ASAP.  "I see you've met our washroom attendant", came dad's voice from  over by 
the book  case.

"Oh yes, he was, I mean is a nice young boy, I mean  slave."

Dad gave one of his restrained kinds of laughter, which he is accustomed to  
giving around the house or dinner  table.

"Well at least you had the exposure to such things before hitting the road.  
We've all used him from time to  time."

I didn't know what to say so I just sat down on the sofa and watched and 
waited  for dad to tell me what was next on my agenda. It didn't take  long.

"Well, we've sold nineteen machines today, so far. We could sell more, but 
those  who are reluctant to purchase one all have the same reasons for holding  
out."

"Dad, they must be crazy not to buy one of your machines", I said with every 
 ounce of conviction I could muster. "What's their  problem".

"You see Kevin, they like what the machine did, and can do; but the ones who 
are  refraining from purchasing today are concerned over the additional 
trauma, if  any, from the forced milking. You know, those men and women who run the  
fertility farms are a rather strange bred, unto  themselves."

I sat there in awe, not really understanding anybodies reluctance to purchase 
 one of dad's machines. "Well dad, what can I do to help? You know by now 
that  I'll do whatever I can to help the company  prosper."

"Thanks Kevin, but I can't ask you to do anymore than you've already  done."

Dad had that look on his face that told me he had more that he wanted to say 
but  wasn't going to. I prodded dad to finish his thoughts and  words.


"Kevin the remaining few people want to inspect your penis, to see if there 
is  any physical or long lasting repercussions from the milking your mom and I 
had  put you through this morning.

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