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A Lesson In Time, Chapter Four


We both just seemed to  look at one another for a moment before dad began 
speaking, once more. "Son, you  don't understand. Nobody out there knows that 
you are my son. They expect to see  nothing less, nothing more than a mere 
simple, well behaved slave boy. They want  to see you and feel your penis. I just 
don't think that you, or any of us are  ready to see something like that. It is 
one thing for family and such, but  you've no idea what it will be like, 
having to stand there and allow them to  inspect you."

I soaked in every syllable and word dad said. "Yes, I  think I understand 
where you are coming from. However, being your intern, I'm  here to learn and 
also to help the company prosper. If I can't do this one thing  now, how can I 
expect myself to learn what I need to know to work here after my  internship is 
over? Certainly, after what I've been through this morning,  another few pairs 
of eyes staring at my penis can't be all that bad. Let's just  go in there 
and get this over with."

Dad walked slowly over to the  wall, pressed a button on the intercom and 
required someone's attention. In less  than a minute, a tall man, around 32 years 
old, came into lunch room. He was  dressed as if he was going to church or 
some nice function. "Yes Sir, How may I  be of assistance?"

Dad introduced me to him, a Mr. Willard  Alderton, and he seemed rather nice. 
Dad quickly told him of our situation and  in no uncertain terms was he to 
reveal my true identity. Seems, our Mr.  Alderton, is or was a rather highly 
respected slave trainer for about eight  years and had caught the eye of one of 
dad's employees; thus his expertise in  slave handling and training would 
certainly become  invaluable.

"Kevin you do understand what this means don't you?"  Mr. Alderton 
questioned. "You know that it will have to appear that you are a  slave, or at least a 
soon to be slave in training and that I will have to appear  as your handler."

I took a fast look towards my father and  answered, "Yes. I'm pretty sure I 
can handle most of it."
That said,  dad went back to the intercom, "Margaret, I'll need a free 
passage from the  Executive lunch room down to the second floor presentation room, 
please. I'll  need about ten minutes before I'll need it, so that should give 
you plenty of  time to alert building security and anybody else that needs to 
 assist."

"Ok then it's all taken care of", dad said rather  sullenly. "I'll go on 
down and let our guest know that you'll be down in a few  minutes. An extra 
glass of wine, will keep them entertained until then." Dad  turned and walked out 
of the room, destined to re-join his  guests.

"Right now, just follow me back over to my office and we'll  get you squared 
away right quickly Kevin", Mr. Alderton said in a rather polite  tone of 
voice.

The two of us went perhaps four offices down and  entered his office. It was 
rather neat, with everything seemingly in its place.  I'm guessing that 
everybody here has to keep a tidy office, if they expect to  work here. It reminds 
me a lot of home, where everything has a place and a place  for everything, mom 
always used to say to us kids.

"Alright now  Kevin, let's start by placing your hands behind your back." 
Mr. Alderton said  with a smile.

I placed my hands, as he had requested; and then next  thing I feel is the 
cold hardness of steel, as both of my hands are cuffed  behind me.

"You'll have to excuse the way I do things. It's just  out of habit I suppose
", he said, still in a most dignified  way.

The next thing I know, my shorts are being shoved down to my  shoes. Mr. 
Alderton makes little work of removing my shoes, and shorts before he  cuts the 
tee shirt off of my chest.

"I could have removed my shirt  first. You didn't have to cut it off", I 
said in a most rather disappointing  tone of voice.

"Once again Master Kevin, it's so hard to resist  times like this. I'll get 
you a fresh one to wear when we're finished and I'll  buy you one to replace 
the one I ruined."

"Okay thanks", I said in  a half attempt to accept his apology.

"Now Kevin, when we get near  the room where your dad and the others are 
awaiting your appearance, I'll be  taking hold of your ear and leading you into 
the room, just as if you were a boy  who was going to be enslaved later in the 
day. Just always remember to keep your  eyes facing the floor and never speak a 
single word or utter a solitary sound.  I'm positive that no harm will come 
to you, but you know how important this day  is for the company, not to mention 
your father."

"That's easy  enough, thanks", I replied jovially.

"Once in the room, I shall  being leading you to a small raised platform, 
from which all in attendance can  see you. Even those way in the back of the 
room. You'll step onto the platform  and while keeping your head bowed, you will 
immediately spread your legs until  your two feet are on the two marks which 
are clearly displayed. Then you must  put your hands behind your head and stay 
perfectly still, no matter  what."

"I can handle all of that. I'd rather be looking down than  to be looking at 
the people in the room anyway. So far so good, so why not let's  get going. I 
wouldn't want these people to think something is wrong."  

Mr. Alderton walked towards the door in silence, and before  reaching for the 
door handle he slowly turned towards me and said. "Kevin, we  have a company 
policy here that states a slave, a naked male, like you are now;  can not be 
allowed to walk freely. I'm sorry but since you are without a slave  collar, I'
ll have to maintain a grip on your penis as we make our way down  there; just 
in case, the slightest of cases that someone may accidentally see  the two of 
us."

I looked at him with an open mouth, for but a  moment, and then said, "All 
right all ready, let's just get this over with so I  can at least get my shorts 
on. And, Mr. Alderton Sir, just remember that I'm not  a slave, but an 
employee of this company."

"Yes Sir, sorry Sir for  my insolence."

Mr. Alderton slowly reached for my dick as he opened  the door and we both 
proceeded to walk down the empty corridor towards the  elevator. Not a soul was 
in sight, all the doors had been closed, and I at least  felt some small level 
of comfort in that.

In the elevator, Mr.  Alderton, let loose of my dick; which was a relief for 
the both of us, although  I knew, deep down, that this man probably enjoyed 
another man's dick, not to  mention another man's body.

Down in the sub-basement, a place in  which I'd never before seen, it all 
started to set in that I was going to be on  display, attempting to act as if I 
had just been enslaved this  morning.

Once again, as Mr. Alderton released his hold on my cock,  his free hand 
grabbed my left ear and he began squeezing it rather abusively. It  was the first 
time that I can remember every feeling pain, outside of this  mornings little 
tryst by my sister.

He knocked three times on the  door, before opening it. I remembered 
everything that he'd said to me; and I  wasn't about to raise my eyes upon those in 
the room. It was bad enough feeling  embarrassed like this, but it was all for 
a good reason.

Mr.  Alderton was soon pulling my ear upwards, as my two feet came to a stop 
next to  the small platform he'd mentioned.

I stepped onto the platform and  immediately saw the two pink feet which had 
been painted on the wooden pedestal.  By the time my feet were in place, I 
actually felt as if I was squatting. I  could see my cock and balls dangle with 
abandon and I knew that there just had  to be many pairs of eyes on them as 
well.

I quickly placed my hands  behind my head, now totally exposed to the world. 
I could feel the faint cool  air, as hit menacingly raced over the hairs in my 
armpits. I'd be lying if I  didn't admit that there was a certain amount of 
perspiration beginning to  surface.

Mr. Alderton, kept to my right side the entire time and I  could see the 
overhead light, reflecting in the shine of his shoes. My father  came up, not 
greeting me as his son and began to address the gathered  people.

"For those of you who desired to see the 'boy' that was  featured in this 
mornings demonstration, I present him to you for your  inspection. If any of you 
have a question please feel free to speak right  up."

I watched, in dismay, as dad let his right hand slide down the  side of my 
chest, hip and thigh before stepping aside.

Slowly, at  first, some of the men came up just to look to see if my dick had 
suffered any  ill effects from the machine. One man actually lifted it all 
the way up so that  he could see the underside. "A might red, I'd say, but no 
broken skin at least.  This 'boys' blood vessels are still engorged with 
blood, yet he is not  erect."

'Yes quite true", dad responded. "The machine is designed  in such a way to 
keep a maximum amount of blood flow through a slave's penis.  However, this '
boy' has been milked three times in less than two hours and I'm  quite sure 
that his penis needs a rest before it can erect again. As you  witnessed and 
saw on the reports, this 'boys' sperm was all alive and that the  amount of 
seminal fluid which was extracted from his testicles was ample in  quantity. A 
machine such as ours, can extract semen on average of eight times a  day from 
one slave, without lose to the sperm count or the quantity. But then  too, I 
might add, that most slaves who are kept on the slave chow which we  produce also 
have had more than just eight ejaculations in any single twenty  four hour 
period. Good exercise, food and the proper equipment can assure a  slave 
inseminator, of the highest return for his or her  investment.

The next pair of hands to touch my cock belonged to a  female. She even 
lifted up my balls as she held my cock in her other hand.  "Seems the 'boy' has 
already begun to make a good supply of semen", she said  rather brashly.  "
Perhaps we should see if the 'boy' can produce yet  another discharge of slave 
seed."

"Well, I'd like to think he could  too, but it's been less than the required 
two hours between and the manufacture  of the machine blatantly recommends 
against it." Dad said in his authoritive  voice. "All good things happen for a 
reason. It's, how should I say, "A lesson  in time", which we are all 
governed by unfortunately."

The lady  took an even firmer grip on my family jewels as she quickly and 
abruptly  answered dad. "Well I don't have the time to waste, waiting for any '
time  limits' imposed by the machinery. FIDO COME !! " she yelled out.

In  less time than it took my heart to beat ten times, I saw a man's hand 
coming  towards my cock. Or was it a man's hand? It looked human, large as a man'
s but  the more I looked at it, it became clear that the hand had be inked to 
look like  a dog's paw; and his fingernails had been honed to look like those 
belonging to  the canine species. 

The man/animal took a hold of my cock,  allowing the lady to step back; and 
he instantly began to massage the tender  flesh. I winced once or twice but I 
was acutely aware that any movement, on my  part; just might squirrel the whole 
deal and many deals after  that.

I even amazed myself, as my cock became rigid in record time.  The man's 
other hand found its way to my butt and one or two of his fingers slid  in between 
my cheeks to locate my butthole. The sharpness of his nails, scraping  over 
the tender pucker hole was more than I could tolerate.

I could  feel and sense that my body was once again preparing to offer my 
seed to all the  eyes who were watching.

The man's hand left my butt, as he cupped  it beneath the head of my dick; as 
I restrained any movement, sending wave after  wave of sperm into his hand.

I guess you could say that the normal  mental reactions came into play 
instantly. Thank goodness that I didn't have to  see the expressions on everyone's 
face as my cock spewed tablespoons of cum into  the man's hand.

Then, shockingly enough, came a big round of  applause, not for me, I wouldn'
t think, but for the sheer perverted delight  everyone was feeling.

As if I was to know what was to come next?  The people began a rolling chant 
of 'eat, eat, eat it'. 

The man  moved his hand, laden with my sperm up to my mouth. Now, I'm just 
like any other  guy. Sure, when I was younger I smelled my own cum and the same 
odor filling my  nostrils today as it had some nine years ago.  I even knew 
some of my  friends even tasted it once or twice, just like when I was a little 
boy; I  tasted the last few drops of my own piss. But to taste the milky 
substance was  one thing I let pass.

It wasn't long before I felt a hand on the  back of my head, pushing me 
forward. My lips touched the cum as more pressure  was applied. Between the fear 
and disgust, I could tell that the room had fallen  deathly silent.

With no other obvious option I stuck my tongue out  and had my first taste of 
sperm. I opened my mouth, allowing my tongue to  extrude even further and 
quickly lapped it all off of the man's hand; as the  room erupted into applause 
and vulgar adjectives which I won't  repeat.

The one thing that ran through my mind, like a locomotive  was that nothing 
like this, nothing anywhere near this; had ever been openly  discussed in any 
of my college classes. For a brief moment, I found that I was  challenging 
myself, as if I'd made the proper career decision.

Mr.  Alderton pulled me away from the man's hand by my hair; whispering into 
my ear  "You have to lick your lips now Sir, as there still remains some on 
your  face."

Embarrassed and humiliated beyond comprehension, I did as  Mr. Alderton said. 
Out of the blue, the man held two of his fingers in front of  my face as if 
offering them to me.
"Sir, you have to clean his fingers  now. It's best if you only suck one at 
a time and use your tongue to lick  between them all", Mr. Alderton said in 
his hushed voice into my  ear.

I almost puked, thinking that I'd actually volunteered for  this assignment. I
'm pretty sure that ol Fido was enjoying himself as his finger  kept poking, 
prodding and twisting inside my mouth as I gagged trying to get the  fingers 
cleaned.

It all seemed so different than the few times that  I'd had 'sex' with some 
of my friends. I mean, sure we sucked each others cocks,  but never dumped a 
load of cum into our mouths. We knew better with all of the  rampant diseases 
going around that we had to be careful. And when it came time  to mess around 
with another guys butt, the most any of us did was to insert a  finger and fool 
around that way. Gay, yes, experienced in the ways of gay sex,  no.

I heard lots of comments aimed at me, but directed to dad as I  finished my 
duties.

It sounded as if dad was coming to my defense  the best he could, as was Mr. 
Alderton. 

Those few people, who  wanted to inspect my dick, seemed pleased with their 
findings and soon I could  hear them all talking to dad and others. It sure 
sounded like more than just the  five or six in the room, and one ladies voice 
even sounded vaguely  familiar.

Dad had a very successful day. He had managed to sell  each of the slave 
training centers one of his machines. That's fourteen  machines, at 2.1 million 
dollars a machine; with a profit margin of 37.5  percent. So, I suppose the 
torture I was put through was well worth it for the  company and dad too. Now all 
I wanted to do was jump off the platform and get  the heck out of there, but 
without Mr. Alderton's say so, I had to remain fixed  in position.

Time passed slowly, as the final bits and pieces of  paperwork were completed 
and the proper sales agreements signed. Several men  came up to Mr. Alderton 
and asked permission to inspect me. With some  reservations, Mr. Alderton 
permitted them to inspect me. 

Their  talk was of wanting me to be in their 'stable' or their personal 
service. Much  talk about how they'd like to witness my initial induction into 
slavery but  thankfully Mr. Alderton said that my 'induction' was going to be str
ictly  private. Whew… was I happy to hear that. I couldn't begin to tell you 
how I'd  have felt if I had to go through something like that. It wasn't a 
pleasant  experience that much I did learn in school.

With the majority of  the guests now exiting the room and the building, I 
felt much more at ease; and  thankfully Mr. Alderton helped me off of the 
platform.

Once I was  able to cast my vision around the room, I was surprised at how 
many people,  employees were still there. Two of dad's secretaries were in 
attendance, hands  full with folders and the like and two nice looking young men 
wearing some kind  of uniform, were tending to the large table in the back of 
the room that held  the remains of snack foods and drinks. One of them even 
managed to look in my  direction, giving me a smile which sort of told me that he 
might be gay as  well.

And of all people in the room… were my mom and dumb sister. I  must have 
instantly turned ten shades of red, the moment my eyes made contact  with them.

Dad finished up giving out instructions to his two  secretaries and then he 
came over to me. He said how awful he felt about me  having to be masturbated 
in front of strangers including mom and my sister.  Trying to soften my 
humiliation, he said that he'd put a 'little something  extra" in my bank account 
for being so gracious with my time and  body.

I looked around and then asked Mr. Alderton the whereabouts  of my shorts and 
shirt. I was politely told that we had to return to his office,  wear my 
clothes had been left.

I prodded him into taking me back  upstairs, and my father agreed that I'd 
had enough excitement for one  day.

Mr. Alderton looked into the hallway, making sure that  everyone had gone and 
then proceeded to take me back upstairs. He seemed rather  comfortable with 
holding my dick again, as we rode the elevator up. I hoped that  in time, in a 
different situation that perhaps I could expose myself to him in  such a way 
that the two of us could become 'friends'.

To Be  Continued…

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