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A Lesson  In Time, Chapter  Five


I was pulling on my shorts, as Mr. Alderton went in search for another 
pullover  shirt for me to wear. I 'half' watched him as he began rummaging through 
several  large oak closets. He unknowingly, I suppose, left each of the closet 
doors open  as he seemed impatient to find me something to wear.  

I marveled,  at the things I had recognized, and was even more intrigued by 
the things which  I hadn't the foggiest idea what they were called and what 
they might be used  for.

After  finding me a rather wrinkled up shirt, although it was clean, I 
started once  again gazing into the open closets. Mr. Alderton had noticed my 
intense glare  and he started to close all of the closet doors, explaining: "those 
are just  some of the things I used to use in my former life. I'm sure that you 
will see  items like those and probably more, as you work your way to various 
slave  induction and training  centers."

"You're probably once again correct Mr. Alderton. We had pictures and things 
 like that in our college books; but to see some of them for real gives a 
whole  new meaning to the term, 'training aids', and I'm sure, as you say that I'
ll see  them all in use before my summer internship is  over."

Seeing that I was still a bit miffed at the wide assortment of his former 
self,  he simply kept speaking; "I know it may seem odd at first, I mean the 
first time  you actually see a slave or trainee have to have 'harsh instructions' 
but it is  all for the good of our country and the slaves owner as well. Had 
I of known you  were embarking down this road, to work with your father; I 
most likely would  have suggested that you had spent some of your previous 
summers up here along  side of me. I know you learned a lot down in shipping and 
receiving, but up  here, on this floor; one gets to learn and see the 'meat' of 
the operations. The  'brains' of the company so to  speak."

I  was just about to ask Mr. Alderton a question, when the door opened, and 
my dad  came walking  in.

"Mr.  Latimore, Sir, I was just explaining to young Mr. Latimore that I would 
have  like to have had the opportunity to of had him work along with me these 
past  three summers. Now, it seems as if the lad has grown into quite the 
young  adult." Mr. Alderton said rather briskly, as if he was perhaps thinking 
that dad  was upset with him or  something.

"Well thank you Eugene, for the nice compliment and I know that Kevin  
appreciates your kind words as well. I am in desperate need of speaking with my  
son, so I'll be taking him off your hands now. Perhaps you'll see him tomorrow  
as I do believe he has one final day here going through some fairly rigorous  
paperwork. Yes even paperwork has its place in society, Mr. Alderton; it's 
just  another lesson in time, time we spend  diligently."

Dad beckoned me to follow him, as we returned to his office. There were scads 
of  people going up and down the hallways, now that the 'all clear' had been 
given.  A large majority of them simply nodded, as we passed them; but 
several, more  than several seemed to have cast their eyes downward as if wanting to 
get a  glimpse of my covered  manliness.

No sooner had we entered the reception area, dad's secretary handed him a 
stack  of folders, over flowing with paper and a miniscule amount of those pink 
little  phone message papers. There were several people milling around in the 
reception  room; apparently having made appointments to see my father.  

With people  in the room, phones ringing and dad talking to his main 
secretary; my eyes went  roaming. I probably would have been better off if I'd kept my 
eyes looking at  the carpet  instead.

There were two men and one well dressed woman standing, facing away from us;  
apparently looking at the wall mounted screen, which I had assumed was 
playing  the same thing I saw in the lunch  room.

Well,  as 'luck' would have it, I cocked my neck and took a half step to my 
right and  got a full view of the screen. The screen was split-screened and on 
the left was  the new machine in operation, with me as the subject and on the 
right half of  the screen was ol Fido jacking me  off.

I even  noticed that the two other secretaries were trying to shield their 
faces from  us, as they each kept making those quick head jerks upward, catching 
a quick  look at the screen  too.

I felt  totally debased, and humiliated. I stepped behind dad and made a 
hasty retreat  into his office; closing the door  soundly.

Moments later dad came in, tossing the stack of papers and notes on his desk 
and  rushed to hug  me.

Dad  couldn't apologize enough. I could tell that he was sincere in his words 
and  emotions. Once he even began to choke up on his words. We both finally 
sat on  one of the sofas and dad began to change his tone of voice back to the 
one I was  so familiar with. He seemed elated that the day was so far a total 
success.  Every once in awhile he made reference to the fact; that had it not 
been for my  desire to prove myself worthy of employment that the final six 
contracts might  not have been signed. He made me 'almost' forget about the 
humiliation and  sexual depravities of the earlier  sessison.

Moments later dad reached behind him and ordered up a couple of mixed drinks 
for  the two of us. I thought dad's gesture to be one of pure and simple 
sincerity.  Another first, as I'd never sat and enjoyed a mix drink with my father. 
It was  turning out to be a real bonding between the two of  us.

The  young man that had brought me my lunch, served us our drinks and 
proceeded to  stand against the wall, with his hands firmly placed behind his head. I 
smiled  at him and he returned the smile; adding a slight  wink.

For  the next hour or two dad and I went over some important things that he,  
personally, wanted me to look at while on the road for the next three months. 
He  made sure that I understood his needs and wants, without me having to 
write them  down.  At first I didn't understand some of what he was asking; but 
after  some serious back and forth questions and answers I finally had a good 
grasp on  his  requests.

During this entire time the young man only moved when he noticed that our 
drink  glasses needed refilling. And, every time he returned with filled glasses, 
he  managed to go that little extra step by giving me, what I perceived to be 
code,  the indication that he was gay and he knew I was gay. I think years 
back that my  sister used to refer to it as 'gaydar' or something  similar.

I  never found out what happened to the three people waiting in the reception 
room,  because dad and I filled the rest of the day in 'conference' as he 
told his  secretary over the  phone.

Not  once did I pay attention to the many clocks in the office, but dad must 
have  been. "Well, son it's time to go home. It has been a good day so far, 
and to  tell you the truth; I'm rather excited to get home and see what your 
mother has  decided to be fair and just punishment for Sarah. Like I always say… 
Guilty  until proven innocent… and in your sister's case.. you can't dispute 
a video  tape."

As we  stood up to depart, dad's secretary knock her little 'secret' knock 
and opened  the door. She approached dad, with an envelope and what appeared to 
me to be a  long chain dog leash. Both of which perplexed me, until I easily 
discovered the  purpose of  both.

Once  the secretary had left, dad handed me the envelope saying, "I have 
taken the  opportunity to have a check drawn up for all your help today. I hope 
that you  will accept it in the token in which it is  given."

I  cautiously opened the envelope, as anyone would do, and eased the check 
part way  out. At first all I could see were the zeros; lots of them. A check 
made out to  me for one hundred thousand dollars, dang!  

My mouth  had dropped so far open that I could have swallowed a tennis ball, 
as dad spoke;  "we can stop by the bank tomorrow at lunch so you can deposit 
it. I've taken the  liberty of renting out a banquet room for lunch, as we'll 
be wanting to send you  off in good fashion and high  spirits."

I  couldn't get any words to come out right, as I stumbled my way through the 
 normal thanks; but holding up his hand to slow and silence my meager attempt 
to  thank him, dad spoke once  more.

"Now  I'm not sure how you'll feel about my next 'gift' for you. I know 
that today was  stressful and rather dehumanizing; so I've decided that Shaun 
here shall  retreat, with us, and he will be your own personal servant for the 
night. I hear  he is quite good with body massages so I was thinking that you 
would enjoy  having your daily tribulations rubbed  out."

"Dad,  no I can't. I just can't expect someone to be my servant for the 
night. It's not  right… is  it?"

"Now  Kevin, stop behaving like a little boy. Have you forgotten your 
precious MoMo  and all that he's done for  you?"

"Dad,  of course not; but MoMo has known me since I was just a kid. It's not 
the  same.  The slave can stay here or go back to his kennels or wherever it 
is  that he goes at night. Let's just go home,  ok?

"Kevin,  you're being silly. I just don't understand why you are so 
reluctant to have a  personal slave of your very own for just the night. I think you 
would find, and  learn that some slaves are more in tune with their lives than 
most people.  Besides, I've already had one of the girls call ahead, telling 
MoMo and JoJo to  bring the old massage table up from the basement. There has 
been so little that  I've done for you in the past few years; won't you at 
least allow you father to  do this one small  thing."

"I  can see that I'm not going to win this one, so if you really insist, we 
can  bring the slave home, but he'd better not do or try anything stupid or I'
ll just  have to knock the crap out of  him."

We  both stood and approached the slave, with dad handing me the leash. I 
thought,  as most 'normal' slaves would have had a collar around their neck. S
haun did  not, which was perplexing.  

Dad saw the  strange look on my face and then said to me, "Slaves who work in 
the building do  not wear collars, as it distracts from the image which I've 
set forth. Here, let  me show you where to attach the  leash."

I  watched as dad unzipped the shorts on the slave, and then pointing to the 
zipper  he said, "You clip the leash to the slave's balls. Just reach in and 
grab  yourself a handful of slave dick and balls and pull them out. There's a 
nice  ring in there for his  leash."

After a good solid minute or two, I reached into the slave's zipper and 
touched  his cock. I had been so long since I'd felt another man's cock, that my 
own,  began to tent my flimsy  shorts.

Fumbling around, looking like an idiot; I pulled the slave's equipment out.  
Totally hairless, gleaming in the light, soft smooth and rather sizeable for 
the  slave; as I tried to forget about the few times in my life that I'd been 
so  intimate with a man's  dick.

I  didn't dare look at the slave as dad and I exited his office, through the  
reception area and into the hallway. Holding the leash, attached to a slave 
was  not something that I liked doing. It just felt as if someone else should 
be  holding it. Every time we passed someone in the hallway, the slave made 
sure  that he moved over against the wall, but managed to keep up the  pace.

Downstairs, right out front of the building; the limo was waiting for us. 
After  dad and I were properly seated in back, the driver had the slave sit up 
front  with him. The leash was then attached to a big eyebolt in the floor, 
directly  between the slave's  legs.

I  could tell, I think, that the driver must have been checking the slave 
out,  because today, I didn't observe him driving with both hands on the steering 
 wheel.

Dad  had me open my folder, and we both, once again began the arduous task of 
going  over each and every paper. The more the two of us discussed 
everything, the more  I began to feel more comfortable about my summer internship. There 
were so many  things that were not on any of the papers that I had to make 
myself countless  notes. Most of what I wrote down, where things which seemed 
important to my dad,  compared to the items which all of the others had brought 
to my attention.  

Dad even  said, "I know I've given you a tremendous amount more work to do, 
but I know you  of all people can handle it. I have always done well under 
pressure and I think  you will agree that this summer will be stressful and 
demanding of your time.  Just think about it as a "Lesson in Time". If you can 
accomplish not only the  basic studies, but my requirements as well, I'll see to 
it that yet another fine  'bonus' will be made available to you upon your  
return."

I  didn't make any comment on what dad had just said; but instead, I buried 
my  thoughts to the travel arrangements and such. It seems as if they had every 
 conceivable situation under control. Things like, bad weather and planes 
weren't  flying, to car rentals, hotels and motels, to even a list of restaurants 
where  the food was known to be good. I even had a company gas card and a 
company  charge card. It was, however, spelled out quite clearly as to what I 
could use  the charge card for, including how much I could spend on meals, 
entertainment  and tips.

Before I realized it, the limo was pulling into the driveway. MoMo came 
bounding  down the stairs, smiling his ever present charm. He even reached into the 
 passenger side up front and pulled the slave out, handing me the leash. I 
could  see that even MoMo was captivated by the slave's exposed sexual  
apparatus.

I  had to be told, what to tell the slave; as I'd never before actually had  
complete control over one. It felt odd, perhaps even a little weird, having to 
 tell another person what to do. But, nonetheless, I was able to get the 
slave  situated in the kitchen; standing with his back against the wall so that he 
 could see JoJo preparing  dinner.

Mom  greeted me with a big hug and a few words of consolation for the events 
of the  day. She informed me that I had time to shower before dinner, as she 
had been  busy with my sister for some time and didn't inform JoJo of what she'
d wanted  prepared for supper. I tried to get mom to tell me more about my 
sister's  afternoon, but mom just kept saying, "Wait until after you've 
showered and come  back down."  It was, at least for now, pleasantly quiet around the 
house.  No nasty, vulgar rap music blaring from her room and no yelling and 
screaming  over the phone like she has a tendency to do as  well.

I was  just about to climb the stairs, when I heard; "Master Kevin, aren't 
you  forgetting something?" I turned around to see MoMo pointing towards the 
kitchen.  

Sure  enough, I'd forgotten all about my slave for the night. MoMo followed 
me into  the kitchen and very politely told me, " Master Kevin, Sir, if I might 
beg your  pardon Sir, but this slave is accustomed to being naked when he is 
not at your  father's office. It is not for me to say, Sir, but perhaps Master 
Kevin would  like to make the slave a bit more  comfortable."

Well, MoMo did have a point, and a big smile on his face. I took hold of the  
leash and brought the slave with me upstairs not to forget that MoMo was  
following close behind  also.

I'm  not sure why the slave seemed so awe struck as soon as we got to my 
bedroom.  Maybe he'd come from some lower class of family and had never seem such 
a room.  

MoMo was  quick to start telling the slave about my bathing habits and 
clothes for dinner  and even what I didn't wear while I slept. The slave seemed very 
cognizant of  his duties for the remainder of the day, as MoMo unfastened the 
leash from the  poor slave's  balls.

After  getting a rather whimsical look from MoMo, I told the slave that he 
could remove  his clothing. The two of us watched with great anticipation as the 
slave's  clothing came off, folded and placed neatly onto a small bench by 
the  door.

He  looked like a smaller me, except that he was without any hair except a 
head of  stubble and grossly trimmed eyebrows. The apparatus that was wrapped 
around his  cock and balls, actually kept his balls in their own separate 
compartments. Our  visual inspection of the slave ceased, as MoMo took him into my 
bathroom and  showed him where everything was located and helped him to adjust 
the spray of  water to just the right  temperature.

When they both came out, I hadn't even begun to undress; as I'd kept 
watching  the two of them, especially the slave, as his beautiful rounded butt 
captured  many visions in my  head.
"I'll leave you  Master Kevin so you may get cleaned up from a day of work 
Sir. Sir knows how to  reach me if Sir needs me to come right away", MoMo said 
rather sadly before he  left me all alone with a strange man in my own  
bedroom.

I  started to pull off the shabby shirt, which Mr. Alderton had given me, and 
all  of a sudden the slave speaks up. "Oh Sir, this slave is exceptionally 
sorry Sir;  let me  help."

Before I could react, or even speak; the slave had my shirt coming off; 
laying  it over one of his bare shoulders as he dropped to his knees. After 
removing my  footwear, the slave shamelessly, and without regard, began to slide my 
shorts  down. There wasn't much I could do at this point, except lift each of 
my feet so  he could remove them completely. I had a flash back to the time 
when the one  slave swallowed my piss, bringing back the fondness and the feeling 
of being so  close to another  man.

Being  the first time that a man had washed my body, proved to be a totally 
grandiose  experience, as I managed (unwillingly) to maintain a perfectly good 
erection  throughout the entire  time.

Just  the way that the slave dried me off, was sensual enough and he still 
managed to  keep my attention focused on his own rather handsome body. I knew 
before the  night was over, that I'd have a talk with him about his life before 
and after  his  enslavement.

In the dinning room, all was ready; by the time I got there. I had the slave  
assume a position appropriate for such a time. No matter what position he was 
 in, my hidden desire to reach out and touch him was still raging  within.

"Where is my wonderful sister?", I asked of  mom.
"Your sister will  not be joining us this evening, as she has been instructed 
 otherwise".

I let it go, for now, knowing just from the look on mom's face that she was 
in  one of her 'domineering' moods. And, when she gets like that, best to just 
stay  away or change the subject,  'quickly'.
Dad picked  up where mom left off and talked about how good his day was and 
the potential to  make additional profits from selling more machines overseas. 
Always business for  my dad, nothing but business. Not much time for family 
unless the family was in  the  business.

I  was really surprised that neither of my parents made any sort of remark 
about  the naked slave standing behind me, with his hands behind his neck. I 
guess when  you get older like my folks, and have dealt hand in hand with slaves, 
that  seeing one more naked slave doesn't really seem to matter one way or 
the  other.

After  dinner, and a nice brandy; dad suggested to mom that they both go 
check up on my  sister. My curiosity was peaking by now and I asked if I could 
join them; seeing  as how it was my testicles she was abusing earlier in the  day.

I  followed mom and dad into the family room; and my slave was two steps 
behind me,  followed by MoMo and JoJo.   

Standing in  the far corner was my sister. She was completely naked and had 
her hands on top  of her head. Now, I'm no expert on women, but she looked 'hot
'. Her boobs were  as plump as a summer watermelon and her girly area was 
completely bare. I never  knew, but should have guessed that she shaved all her 
hair off; just by hearing  some of her remarks she made while talking on the  
phone.

Mom  grabbed hold of her and turned her around so that dad could get a good 
view of  the red marks on her butt. It looked like, just by a quick count; that 
mom had  smacked her ten time with either a belt or something similar. Dad 
seemed content  and gratified that mom had finally put my sister down a peg or  
two.

Dad and  mom sat on the sofa, turning on one of the cable news channels as 
MoMo came up  to me, saying; "Does Master Kevin wish he massage  now?"

I  looked at him, as he pointed to a large area behind the sofa; where he and 
JoJo  had set up and cleaned the massage  table.
Shaun had  already taken up a position on the other side of the table, as if 
expecting to  complete his  task.

I had  several more whispered moments with MoMo, telling him that I felt 
embarrassed to  get a massage; especially in the same room as my parents are 
sitting  in.

"KEVIN!"  mom shouted, turning her attention towards me. "Just get over 
there and get a  massage. It's not like a big deal and your incessant whispering 
to MoMo is very  distracting."

I had hoped to be able to forgo the massage, as anymore 'gay' feelings might 
 just tip my secret to  everyone.

I  stepped over to the leather table and the slave helped to remove all of my 
 clothing except for my bikini briefs. I never gave it a thought, but now, 
now, I  was standing there in my finest silk, pink undies. The slave had already 
helped  me put them on, but now MoMo and JoJo were staring at them and 
started to  smile.

I  quickly got up onto the table and laid on my stomach, the cold leather 
felt so  good against my warm body. I knew, from looking in a mirror, the kind of 
'view'  I was giving our two house slaves. I'm sure that JoJo would have 
liked to have  seen more but I was certain that what she was looking at would 
have to  suffice.

The  slave started right in by using some nice warm, scented oil on my 
shoulders and  neck. All I could do, was to close my eyes and feel the softness of 
the boys  hands glide across my taught muscles. I even tried to listen to the 
news, to  avoid getting those secret feelings of mine; but as luck would have 
it, MoMo  came over and whispered, "Enjoy it Master Kevin, I know this is what 
you've been  wanting for a long, long  time."

I  turned my head, only to see MoMo leaving the room, followed by JoJo.  

The slave  was in no apparent hurry to complete his task, or was it just 
because it was  something that he really did enjoy  doing.
The sound from  the television faded into the farthest part of my mind, as 
the slave began  working the tension from my back. I could actually feel my 
muscles starting to  relax which only intensified the sensations I was getting 
from the slave's  hands.

By  the time he was working my lower back, I was nearly asleep. Every once in 
awhile  I could feel his fingers working under the band on my undies.  

I don't  know why or how it all happened, but the one time I reacted to his 
fingers  beneath my undies; I raised my hips, and in that fraction of a second 
the slave  had slid my undies down and  off.

The  continuous massaging combined with the friction, or lack of, the oil 
felt  marvelous. I didn't even mind when his fingers made their way in between my 
two  cheeks. When his fingers circled my 'rosebud' there was absolutely 
nothing left  for me to do but to enjoy the moment. I didn't want that feeling to 
ever go  away, and for the longest time… it  didn't.

"If  Sir would like to turn over now, so this slave may continue…", were the 
only  words I heard. I hadn't even realized that he had already massaged my 
legs and  feet. My brain was so transfixed on the anal port of the  massage.

Turning over was the easy part, trying to will my cock to deflate was the 
hard  part. Thank goodness I was not looking in the direction of my parents.  

The slave  simply smiled and continued his task. With anticipation, I 
pondered what my  reaction was going to be when and if he started to rub oil onto my 
sore dick and  hairy nads.

There must be some rule, written or otherwise; but the slave refrained from  
touching my private parts until the last  thing.

I  even spread my legs out as far wide as the table would permit; thus 
granting the  slave full access to my balls and cock. The oil felt so good on my 
shaft as he  softly stroked back and forth and around and around. The slave has a 
good sense  of knowing when to stop, so as to cease the flow of  semen.
Over and over  he manipulated my cock, all the while my eyes were closed and 
envisioning  something or someone else holding on to my cock. If I, for even 
one second  thought of this handsome, hairless slave my sperm would boil out 
without even  having a hand touching my  dick.

Even  with closed eyes, I could feel and sense a sudden change in the slaves 
demeanor.  "Enjoying having your own personal boy for the night son?" came 
the thunderous  voice of my  father.

I  quickly pushed myself up onto my elbows and blinked away all of my sexual  
emotions, all except the rather obvious one. "Geez dad you startled me." I 
said  in a stupid attempt to start the 'blame  game'.

The  slave had stepped aside, allowing my father to stand directly next to 
me. I  turned my head in both directions, thinking that I'd see my  mother.

"No  need to worry about your mother son, she's seen plenty of masturbations 
taking  place during her lifetime", dad said rather  reassuringly.

"Your mother has taken your sister to her bedroom for the night. It seems as 
if  your mother has taken her 'mean pills' tonight, so just be thankful she 
is  taking it all out on your sister. I'd suggest that you take your slave to 
your  room as well, that is if you intend on finishing what he's already  
started."

It  all had happened so fast the any shame or embarrassment I should have 
had, was  simply not present. My god, how could I have allowed myself to 
compromise myself  in such a manner in front of my parents; not to mention my sister 
seeing me as  she, too, left the room. My eye must have told exactly how I was 
feeling at that  very moment because even the slave stood totally  
expressionless.

I had no idea where this night was going, but I was sure to find out; as I  
climbed the stairs two at a time with the slave boy right behind me.

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