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 Master Rod

   Chapter Two

   Over the next few days 'Master Rod' became a master at pleasuring a
woman with his rod.  Rod also took a more aggressive stance with the
household staff and although things had run fairly well in the past, there
were several noticeable improvements.  Early one morning while he was out
riding his horse, Rod saw his father heading towards him with a smile on
his face.  Rod guided his horse over towards his father and brought him to
a halt.

   "Good Morning Rod!  It's good to see you up and about son!"

   "How are doing today Dad?"

   "I couldn't be better.  Do you have anything planned for this morning
Rod?"

   "Not anything really important.  Did you need me for something?" Rod
asked.

   "Well, if you don't mind me interrupting your plans - I would like to
continue the conversation we were having a few days ago" Alistair said.

   "No problem!  I was just giving Windemere his morning exercise" Rod said
as he patted the neck of his horse affectionately.  "I'll just head on back
to the stable and have one of the staff finish up this morning.  I'll need
a few minutes to clean up.  Is twenty minutes to long?"

   "No Rod, twenty minutes will be just fine.  Have you had breakfast yet?"
Alistair queried.  "No.  Not yet" Rod answered.  "I'll have some sent to
the Library for both of us.  See you there shortly!" his father said
walking back towards the house.

   Rod headed Windemere back towards the stable at a quick trot and left
him in the very capable hands of the head trainer.  He hopped onto the golf
cart he used around the estate and hurried back to the main house.  Rod
pulled the cart up next to the patio outside his suite of rooms and let
himself in through the sliding glass door.  After a quick shave and shower,
he dressed quickly in a black polo shirt, blue jean shorts, and sandals. 
Once he was dressed, Rod quickly made his way to the Library.  As Rod
entered the large Library he saw his father in conversation with the head
librarian.  His father saw him and motioned him over.

   "Rod, Stephanie tells me that you've hired a tutor to train her to make
better use of the Internet and computer resources in general."

   "Yes, that's right.  I know that she does some research for you from
time to time and it just seemed like a sensible thing to provide her with
the training and some newer tools" Rod replied.

   "Rod, I'm glad to see you stepping into a position of authority around
here.  There are other endeavors that could benefit from your talents and
skills as well" his father said as he placed an arm on Rod's shoulders.

   "Thanks dad!  I mean thanks Alistair" Rod replied.  "When will you have
time to provide me with another business lesson?"

   "I would like to make it a daily event.  Let's go to my study after
breakfast and talk a bit;" Alistair said, "but for now let's have a bite to
eat" Alistair said.  He pressed a button on the intercom system on the
nearby table and was immediately answered by the Head Chef.  The Chef
informed Alistair that breakfast was on its way and would be served
momentarily.

   "Sirs, do wish me to remain during your breakfast, or would you like me
to come back later?" Stephanie asked.

   "Why don't you stay and show Rod your appreciation for the training he
has provided for you" Alistair replied.

   "Alright!" Stephanie said with a smile.

   The buxom red head sank down to her knees in front of Rod.  She was
wearing a soft gray cotton top with a zipper running down the front from
top to bottom.  Slowly Stephanie pulled the zipper down and then slipped
the top off of her shoulders, down her arms, and onto the floor.  She wore
no bra, much to Rod's delight, and her wondrous breasts were on display for
him.  Next she unzipped the short black miniskirt and peeled it away.  All
that was left was the tiniest of thong panties and her high heels.  She
gently placed one hand on Ron's crotch and gave his prick a light squeeze.
Rod looked over at his father and saw the look of approval on his face just
as Stephanie was undoing his belt and pants.  Rod stood up while Stephanie
worked his shorts and underwear over his rapidly hardening cockmeat.

   "Oh!  You have a big one!" she said as Rod sat back down.

   Silently she began to lick Rod's dick from the base to the top. 
Occasionally she would lick his balls and lift his sack to get at his
asshole.  Eventually she placed the head of Rod's rod in her mouth and
began to move it in and out of her mouth.  With each downward thrust of her
head, she managed to swallow a bit more of his cock.

   "She gives pretty good head doesn't she Rod?" Alistair asked.

   "Sorry dad" Rod said with a smile, "I'm afraid I can't talk much right
now."

   Alistair chuckled at Rod's remark, "I guess not!"

   While Stephanie was preparing to vacuum the cum out of Rod's balls,
Tina, one of the Kitchen staff members, wheeled in a cart with their
breakfast on it.  Once she saw what Stephanie was doing Tina couldn't seem
to peel her eyes away.

   "Cat got your tongue?" Alistair said to Tina with a slight grin on his
handsome face.

   "You might say that.  I wish my tongue was getting some of what hers is
getting" Tina said with a small pout.

   "Well, I know I'm not Rod; however I do have a hard dick available for
your use - that is if you're interested" Alistair teased.

   In a heartbeat Tina was on her knees between Alistair's legs undoing his
pants.

   "Patience my pretty vixen!" Alistair said as he raised his hips so she
could lower his pants and underwear.

   Soon Tina's blond haired head was moving up in down almost to the same
rythym as Stephanie's.  Neither Rod nor Alistair attempted to hold back,
and soon both were pouring cum down the back of their respective partner's
throat.  Stephanie and Tina both orgasmed as they swallowed cum.  Neither
woman missed a drop!  Tina stood up and finished stripping.  Stephanie
stepped out of the tiny black thong and sat facing Rod, sat on his lap
burying his prick in her hot wet pussy.  Tina prepared a plate for Rod and
passed it to Stephanie.  Next she prepared a plate for Alistair and mounted
his cock in the same fashion Stephanie had mounted Rod's.  Tina and
Stephanie both fed bites of food to their respective cocksman and, while he
was chewing, rode up and down on the stiff poles buried deep within their
horny twats.

   After breakfast was over the Rod and Alistair left the library with Rod
saying "Dad, I've got eat breakfast with you more often!"

   The two chuckled as they made their way to Alistair's study, went
through the usual security checks, and entered the suite.  Rod immediately
went to stand behind his father's chair.

   "That won't be necessary right now Rod" Alistair said.  "There actually
are quite a few useful items in this suite.  Come sit over here" Alistair
said motioning to an overstuffed leather chair near the fire place.  "This
suite is completely sound proof.  To date its' security has never been
compromised.  Once we are sealed in this suite, you can ask me any question
on any topic without fear that it will be overheard" Alistair paused and
smiled at Rod.

   "For nine years you have been trained in the traditional school systems
of Earth.  The training is good background material and suffices to teach
you how to learn.  Now it is time for your education to leave the
traditions of Earth and move to the traditions of the Wither's family.  I
have been looking forward to this since the day your Mother told me she was
pregnant with you.  In the Wither's family, the father teaches the son as
his father taught him.  I like it because it is very personal and will
provide us the opportunity to spend time together in mutually enjoyable
pursuits.  Does this sound interesting to you so far?"

   "Yes it does; though I wonder how the state will react if I just quit
attending school?" Rod asked.

   "There will be no problems with the state.  You can rest easy on that
son" Alistair responded.  "In a year or so you will take the test for high
school equivalency.  Periodically after that you will test out of various
college courses until you have accumulated enough credits for a degree. 
Even then, the degree is nothing more than a piece of paper that makes it
easier for some to trust your knowledge.  By the time your classmates are
through with high school you will know more than the sum total of knowledge
most of Earth's brightest minds master in a lifetime."

   "I'm glad you think that highly of me but that sounds like quite a bit
of pressure!" Rod exclaimed.

   "Don't worry Rod!  Like I said, it is time to leave the educational
methods of Earth behind and move on.  You will easily be able to achieve
everything I have mentioned and then some.  Now let's talk about schedules.
I have been spending about six hours a day involved in the normal
management of business.  For those functions I use the facilities in this
suite.  I arrive here about six in the morning and work till nine.  Then I
spend an hour with Pamela after which I come back here and work until 1 PM.
After another 90 minutes with Pamela, I go to our lab facility until about
6PM.  Evenings vary quite a bit as I'm sure you have already noticed"
Alistair said.

   "I notice that you tend to limit your work periods to three or four
hours.  Any special reason?" Rod inquired.

   "As a matter of fact yes.  It is a Withers' family tradition dating back
over six thousand years.  By balancing mental work with physical recreation
we achieve, aided of coarse by advanced medical knowledge, extremely long
lifetimes generally in excess of 160 years.  Son, there is a delicate
matter that I should probably bring up now.  Withers men are almost never
strictly monogamous and for a number of very good reasons that I will be
sharing with you shortly; but you should know that I truly and deeply loved
your mother.  If she would have asked me to be monogamous in my
relationship with her I would have been.  We were very devoted to each
other and our relationship transcended the mere physical.  Your mother
would be with us today if only she hadn't insisted on being so independant"
Alistair informed Rod.

   "What do you mean?" Rod asked.

   "I mean that she enjoyed maintaining a high level of control over her
immediate surroundings.  When I met her she was an accomplished pilot by
Earth standards.  I thought that by showing her Pegasus and some of the
other advanced technologies, I could wean her away from the dangers
inherent in aerodynamic flight; but I was wrong.  She yearned for the
freedom and control she felt when flying.  I was always nervous that
something might go wrong and begged her to let me outfit her plane with
some advanced safety precautions; but she refused.  Because of her love for
me, she had made so many changes in her life already.  Because of my love
for her, I didn't force her to give in.  You must understand that this
desire to excel at flying, the desire to be free were core elements of her
personality.  I did not wish to crush her spirit; but oh how I miss her."

   Rod reached over and placed a hand on his father's shoulder.  "I know
you miss her father.  My only memories of her are precious to me as well;
but from what you have told me of her I know that she would want you to
live on and be happy."

   "Yes son, you're right about that.  She always lived in the present
enjoying every moment for what it was and not lamenting the past or being
impatient for the future.  I've tried to live my life in that same spirit
though now I see that for sometime I have kept you at arms length in an
attempt to avoid painful memories.  Will you forgive me son?" Alistair
asked.

   "No need to ask father.  I'm just happy we are finally getting to know
each other" Rod replied.

   "Rod, I will never ask you to call Pamela 'mother'.  It's much too late
for anything like that.  All I ask is that you be a good friend to her.  I
know from the way she speaks of you and treats you that she admires you for
who you are" Alistair said.

   "You needn't worry about that.  I think Pamela is a fine person.  In a
very round about way she is responsible for bringing me out of my shell"
Rod remarked.

   "Oh, how's that?" Alistair inquired.

   "Well, once it became clear that you were no longer in the 'Eligible
Bachelor' category, many of the pretty young women you seem to prefer in
your staff have been hitting on me!" Rod exclaimed while winking at his
father.

   Alistair began laughing along with Rod.  "Like I said Son, you'd better
get used to it.  That brings us back to an earlier topic: Withers' men are
almost never completely monogomous.  For whatever reason, we excude high
amounts of pheremones, are well endowed, and have high testosterone levels
that must be released on a regular basis.  That is why you see so many of
the positions in this estate filled with beautiful, single, and young
women. As of yet Pamela is unaware of our family background; however, she
is very aware of my sexual needs and habits and fully accepts and condones
my behavior.  Fortunately for me, she is a highly sexed woman.  I have made
it very clear to her, however, that she must not look for relief outside of
the Withers' males."

   "Excuse me Dad; but did you really intend to say what I think you just
said?" Rod asked incredulously.

   "Well as a matter of fact - Yes.  I care for her deeply, but on the
sexual level I realise that I'm asking her not to be jealous of my extended
relationships.  It is only fair that she have more than one outlet for her
sexual tensions.  She isn't your biological mother, not that that is the
big no no modern earth society says it is anyway.  The important thing is
that if she becomes pregnant she needs to be carrying a Withers' baby."

   Rod sat somewhat stunned contemplating what his father had said.

   "Rod, you should know that I actually am hoping that some of your
escapades with our female staff members result in pregnancies.  We need to
improve the gene pool on this planet" Alistair said.  "Do you mean that not
only would you not be concerned if I get some of these women pregnant; but
that you want me to get them pregnant?" Rod exclaimed.

   "Yes.  That's exactly what I mean" Alistair said with a smile.

   "And Pamela too?" Rod inquired.

   "Well, I will certainly be taking my shots at her.  I'm not telling you
that you should pursue her; but if she comes on to you that's just fine
with me" Alistair responded.  "Now, we have some work to do at the lab so
let's go."

   Rod followed Alistair over to the large desk and stood behind the chair.
"Now, let's see how well you remember the codes I taught you last time we
were here.  Why don't you go ahead and enter them" Alistair prompted.

   Rod leaned forward and typed the seven digit code into the calculator on
his father's desk.  The section of the floor they were on was actually an
elevator platform, and as expected it began to descend.  Once the platform
had reached the bottom of the elevator shaft, Rod and Alistair stepped off
of the platform and watched as it rose back into its' normal position. 
Just as before, a brightly illuminated tunnel opened up before them. 
Alistair led the way over to the automated golf cart and, once the two were
seated, it sped down the tunnel.

   "Rod, we have a few lessons we need to cover today and then we'll be
ready to work together on a regular basis" Alistair said while the cart was
carrying them to their destination.  "One of the devices we'll use today
connects directly with your mind to teach you various subjects at
incredibly high speeds.  I've found it to be an incredibly interesting and
valuable tool."

   Soon the cart began slowing eventually stopping at the end of the tunnel
in front of the white wall.  Rod and his father stepped into the circle on
the floor.  Alistair tapped a quick stacatto pattern on the face of his
watch and the blueish light enveloped them and then faded away.  Rod didn't
need to be told to turn around this time, and as he did he saw the massive
lab spread out before them.

   "Just step over here and have a seat" Alistair said as he indicated a
rather comfortable looking chair reminiscent of a seat in First Class.

   Rod sat down in the seat and quipped "Where's the stewardess?"

   Alistair chuckled and replied "Sorry - no eye candy on this flight. 
Actually the seat reminded me much of a good air plane seat as well.  Now,
in a minute, the ALS, or Automated Learning System, will lower a cylinder
down around you to isolate you from outside distractions.  Don't be
alarmed. Also, be assured that your first session won't be too long - only
about ten minutes in fact.  During that time you will absorb volumes of
information that you will later be able to recall with perfect clarity. 
Once the cylinder is raised you will want to get out of the chair and
stretch a bit.  Now any last questions before your first session begins?"
Rod remained silent so Alistair pressed a button on a nearby control system
and said "we're starting now".

   Slowly, a white cylinder about 15 feet in diameter lowered from
somewhere above the chair until it rested on the floor.  For all intents
and purposes, Rod found himself seated in a very comfortable chair at the
center of a round room.  Suddenly Rod's mind spun up into high gear as he
was bombarded with images, sounds, voices, and text, etc.  His mind was so
attuned to the constant influx of information that he failed to notice his
surroundings.  The stream of inflowing information stayed constant.  Rod
lost all track of time.  Suddenly there was silence and once again Rod
began to take in his surroundings - the chair, the white walls, and the
blue carpet.  Slowly the cylinder began to raise back up.

   "How are you feeling Rod?" Alistair questioned as he noticed the
somewhat bewildered look on Rod's face.

   "I'm not quite certain.  That was only ten minutes?" he asked.

   "Actually it took less than seven minutes - you learn quick!" his father
answered with a proud smile.

   "Oh really!  Then how come I still don't know what the lesson was
about?" Rod questioned.

   "Why don't you let me ask you a few questions first.  Allright?"
Alistair asked.

   "Ok.  Shoot." Rod replied.

   "In the Periodic Table, what does the symbol Rh refer to?" Alistair
queried.

   "Rh refers to Rhodium" Rod answered.

   "Good.  Tell me everything you know about Rhodium" Alistair instructed.

   "Rhodium has an Atomic number of 45 and an Atomic weight of 102.90550.
In the chart it is found under the group name Precious Metal or Platinum
Group Metal.  Rhodium metal has a silvery white metallic coloring.  Rhodium
has a higher melting point and lower density than platinum.  It is highly
reflective and is hard and durable.  It is a major component of the
industrial catalytic systems such as the BP-Monsanto process" Rod stopped
for a moment with a truly stunned look on his face.  "Alistair, are you
sure you want to hear everything I know about Rhodium?  It could take
several hours to say all of the things I suddenly seem to know!" Rod
stated.

   "No need!  I've heard enough for now and as I said earlier - you do
learn quite quickly.  Now that you experienced a small amount of what the
ALS has to offer, let me give you a bit more information about the system.
In the first few moments while you were looking about at the inside of the
cylinder, ALS was querying the knowledge in your brain in an effort to find
your level of expertise on the main topic it was about to present, Advanced
Chemistry, and any necessary supporting knowledge.  After those few seconds
necessary for the query had passed, ALS began to load information into your
mind using multiple pathways or, in other words, it speeded up the
programming process by loading multiple chunks of information
simultaneously.  The last portion of time in the session was used by ALS to
link the chunks of information together in appropriate ways to aid your
recall and usage of the information."

   "It did all of that in less than seven minutes?" Rod asked with a note
of awe in his voice.

   "Yes.  That is why I know that you will be able to learn everything you
need to know, which is more than you could have learned in any earthly
institutions, and still have time to assist me in my business endeavors"
Alistair answered.  "You should get up and walk around a bit before your
next session.  You do want another session don't you?" Alistair asked.

   "Hell yes!" Rod replied enthusiastically.

   "Don't you worry, there are plenty more to come; however, you shouldn't
do more than five in a three hour period." Alistair said.

   "Why the limit?" Rod asked.

   "Because of our need to intersperse physical and sexual excersize with
mental excersize." Alistair responded.  "Speaking of physical excersize,
you'll notice there is a running track one level above us that surrounds
the entire perimeter of the lab.  You can get up there any number of ways;
however this time I'd like to see use that rope climb over there."

   Rod sprinted over to the rope and began to climb.  The distance between
the two levels was more than twenty feet.  By the time he reached the top,
his arms were quite fatigued.  Alistair told him to run two laps around the
perimeter and then climb back down.  Once Rod had completed his running and
slid back down the rope, Alistair handed him a glass of an orange colored
beverage.

   "What's this" Rod asked.

   "It's an orange flavored composite of vitamins, herbs, and electrolytes
designed to enhance your mental and physical performance.  I generally
drink about four glasses of it a day.  Taste it and see if you like the
flavor" Alistair responded.

   "Hey!  It's not bad!  Are you sure this is supposed to be good to
drink?" Rod said with a grin.

   "Positive!" Alistiar replied.

   Rod finished drinking the pleasant tasting beverage and returned to the
ALS chair.  "What's next?" he asked.

   "Well today we will stick with the basics.  You've already had
Chemistry. We will follow up with Mathematics, Physics, Biology, and
Neurosciences.  Tomorrow we will move onto some more interesting topics
like Astronomy, Particle Physics, Intersteller Travel, Molecular
Electronics, Martial Arts, Power and Economics, etc."

   'I sure hope my head can hold all of this stuff' Rod thought to himself
as the next session began.

   Over the next few hours, Rod intermixed sessions in the ALS with periods
of physical activity and conversation with his father.  Periodically,
Alistair would quiz Rod over some area that he had covered in the ALS to
verify that everything was still working as expected.  All too soon, the
time in the lab had passed.

   "Rod," Alistair said, "Why not take break now?  I suggest you find one
or two of the lovelies prancing about our domecile and burn off some of
those hormones!"

   "Alright Dad.  When are we going to get together again?" Rod asked.

   "How about 2PM this afternoon?" Alistair replied.

   "Sounds like a plan.  Where shall we meet?" Rod inquired.

   "Meet me outside the study.  This afternoon I'll set you up in the
security system so that you'll be able to wait for me in the comfort of the
study" Alistair answered.