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Team Effort Chapter 17  of  68


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Dan couldn't even begin to think of how  long he had been resting over the 
bale of straw. All he knew was that every  fiber in his body ached. His stomach 
felt like it wanted to lurch right out of  his mouth.

The last thing Dan remembered were his instructors  bidding him a 'good 
night'. He knew one of them remained close by, but perhaps  not in his room.

Before they had departed they loaded up the fuck  machine with its fourth 
round of assorted dildos. The instructors had sought fit  to give the slave a 
"special welcome" on his first night with them. They had his  arms stretched 
straight out from his sides and pulled upwards, as firm as they  could get them 
both, without causing damage. The same held true for the slaves  back legs. Even 
though his feet remained bound to his thigh bands, the  instructors had his 
legs pulled out almost into the split position. Dans' cock  and balls still 
hung down at the edge of the bale of straw. His cock dripping  piss as the piss 
was formed inside him, which brought a nice aroma to the room  by morning.

The fuck machine was still working on the final set of  dildos. The computer 
was kind enough to slow down the strokes per minute and the  length of time 
between moving to the next thicker and longer one. Dans' pucker  looked just 
awful, or it was starting to look very inviting and  delicious.

Dan didn't know how he was able to close his eyes and  rest, because the 
instructors never turned off the lights; but he managed  somehow. He didn't really 
feel as if he had gotten that much sleep, but knew he  didn't feel as tired 
and worn out. As the fog lifted from his brain, he  remembered where he was and 
why. He tried to move his fingers and toes, but the  leather booties 
prevented it. His mouth was parched and his throat sore. He  could feel that his lips 
were swollen. He couldn't remember everything that  happened yesterday, except 
that he hoped it wouldn't continue today.  

Dan tried to get his previous thoughts in order, but couldn't. It  seemed as 
if all this torturous treatment was taking its toll on him both  mentally and 
physically.  The only thing he could think about was his mom  and dad, Mike 
and Shaun. Hoping they would find a way to get him out of there,  before his 
body was changed forever and his mind was drained and refilled with a  new way of 
life. He knew that one or both of his brothers would like some aspect  of 
Austin Center, but not him.

As the door to his room opened, he  wanted so much to look at who ever was 
entering; still bound neck to heel, he  couldn't.

An instructor immediately stood in front of him. This  time though was 
different. Instantly Dan could see bare legs and an already semi  erect cock in 
front of him. His only hope of surviving day two was to do today,  what he learned 
yesterday; his mouth instantly opened.

"Good slave,  very good", the instructor said. "You look great this morning 
all things  considered", as he released his morning piss into the slaves  mouth.

With the cock still releasing into his mouth, Dan heard even  more voices. 
The only voice he recognized was that of belonging to one of his  instructors. 
The others, perhaps four or five, were new to  him.

Both instructors began with not a real conversation, but  rather like a 
changing of shift talk. What was going on, what had gone on, and  talk like that. 

The instructor pulled his cock out of Dans' mouth,  which was a relief. The 
other instructor bid the first one a 'good night' and  then began talking to 
Dan.

"It appears you did well last night  slave," he began. "It is good to see you 
with your mouth open already, but for  now you may close it. It will be a 
normal busy day again for us but today, at  least, you'll only have one 
instructor at a time, each will be teaching you  something different than the last or 
next.

First for you this  morning slave, is a good physical. Every morning the 
'doc' will pay you a visit.  He will check everything there is about you. We 
endeavor to keep all the slaves  healthy, especially you 'Blue Bands'. You saw the 
'doc' yesterday so isn't a  stranger to you anymore, right?"

The 'doc' quietly began the exam,  first checking the gums for infections. 
"That new gel solution we used yesterday  really does a fine job. The holes from 
the extractions are still full of gel, so  I don't see any reason he can't 
continue his training, at least for today." Doc  said with a knowing grin.

Dans' arms and pits were checked for  marks and broken skin as was his back 
and legs. Three servants, who had been  assigned to the 'doc', released all the 
arm, leg and neck bindings. Dan thought  he'd just been rescued. He felt so 
much better.

The 'pink band'  servant began rubbing some sort of foul smelling ointment on 
Dans' arms and  legs. The warmth of the ointment was a blessing to the aching 
and sore  appendages. The servant continued his task, while the instructor 
pulled the  dildo out of Dan's hole and pushed the fuck machine aside.

"Darn  rectum looks good." Chimed the 'doc. "It never ceases to amaze me just 
how far a  rectum can stretch if done properly. By the looks of slaves' hole, 
I'd say four  more days and he'll be ready for anything you'd want to put in 
there." The 'doc'  slipped on a latex glove, or was it two? Dan couldn't tell.

The  'doc' did a more than through examination of Dans' love tunnel. It was 
hard for  Dan to tell just how many fingers 'doc' had inside him, but the one 
thing he did  know was, it didn't hurt.

After the rectal exam, the servants  turned Dan over so that he could be 
examined. It's not easy trying to 'relax'  when your feet are bound to your 
thighs, but Dan did his utmost to block out the  discomfort.

Dans' cock and balls received the most attention. 'Doc'  had a couple pairs 
of surgical forceps handed to him, which he used to clamp,  then retract the 
already sore and swollen tip of Dans' cock. He meticulously  looked at the pink 
tissue just inside the cock and at the few stitches he had  sewn in yesterday. 
"All looks great here as well," 'doc said, as he playfully  smacked Dans' 
nuts. Dan grimaced in agony. "Needs work on pain control, but then  they all do," 
was the last comment from 'doc' as he tossed the used gloves onto  the floor 
and went down to the next room.

The room now was back to  'normal' with only the trainer and the 'pink band' 
servant there with  Dan.

Routines, and more routines, seemed to be the norm for Austin  Center. Was 
anything every different, like a good old fashion chat between men?  Dan 
wondered.

Since the routine today will be the same for the next  few days, according to 
the 'doc', Dan decided to go with the flow and try to do  exactly what they 
may ask of him. Hell, yesterday nobody really asked him  anything, maybe they 
will today, instead of always telling him.

Two  steel, thick cables were lowered from the ceiling. The servant hooked 
them to  the two rings on the front of Dans' thigh bands. Another two cables 
lowere and  were attached to his collar. The instructor placed two nylon straps 
on Dan,  going from his wrist to his thigh bands.

A short loud rumble,  lasting only a few seconds, then relative silence; as 
Dans' body began to lift  off of the straw bale. His feet were the highest, as 
the cables attached to his  collar began to bend him forward towards his 
waist. When the cables stopped  their lifting, Dan was left with his love tunnel in 
a vertical position, head  now angled towards his crotch. He looked something 
like the letter "J". Two more  cables lowered, as if on auto pilot. The hook 
ends went first through two more  rings on his thigh band and up to his bicep 
bands. Again the cable began  retracting, pulling him more into his own body, 
but at least the pressure was  now off of his neck.

The servant busied himself by gathering up  most of the loose straw on the 
floor, piling it up directly under Dan. The bale  of straw, he moved behind 
Dans' ass.

>From the wall, the instructor  brought out a small diameter hose. Near the 
on/off valve, at the wall was some  sort of clear sided container which appeared 
filled with some sort of liquid.  

The instructor attached a smooth acrylic nozzle to the hose, the  nozzle 
would be the size of a banana. Into Dans' hole went the nozzle and the  valve 
turned on. Slowly water began filling the up turned body. As the water  flowed, a 
metered amount of the liquid, from the container was feed into his ass  as 
well.

Dan started moaning from the water and the cramping. More  water and more 
cramps. Finally the water stopped, and the nozzle removed.  Whoosh, came the 
water, and  some excrement; landing on the straw  below.

The cables lowered just a bit, but only the cables holding  Dans' upper 
torso. More of the water/liquid mix began flowing, and again cramps  and moans. 
After three or four of these fillings and being lowered each time Dan  was able 
to take more into his body, but the lower his head went, more of the  bile was 
expelled onto his body, face and mouth. The cleaning lasted for over an  hour. 
Dan didn't think he'd survive the smell and taste but he did. He was very  
thankful for small favors, he didn't have to swallow any of it.

The  'pink band' hosed Dans' body off and scrubbed it with a brush. This 
didn't make  his welts, let alone his cock and balls feel all that great.

While  Dan drip dried, the servant had retrieved a wheel barrow and began 
scooping up  the dirty, wet straw. He brought in fresh straw, scattering it about 
as before  and leaving a full bale intact.

Once the cable had slackened enough  so that Dan was again resting on the 
bale of straw, all the cables and nylon  straps were removed. Again, Dan felt 
relieved this ritual, this routine was  complete.

They got Dan flipped around, into the proper position but  not on the bale of 
straw. They had him simply on the floor.

The  servant stripped naked and stood in front of Dan. Urinal training 
continues,  will it ever stop Dan wonders. If he could of only read the email his 
parents  got last night.

The instructor replaced the steel bead on the end  of Dans' cock, preventing 
piss from flowing. Then he began to cover Dans' head  in a heavy, thick 
leather hood. The only opening in the hood was his mouth hole.  The hood was laced 
tightly behind his head. Any chance of Dan seeing anything,  at least for now, 
was gone. Even what he could hear was only faint noises which  didn't even 
sound like words. 

Dan felt something cold touch his  swollen lips then it entered his mouth. 
Whatever it was, was spreading his mouth  wider than he could imagine. Just when 
he thought that his jaws would break, the  stretching stopped. He didn't need 
to worry about punishment for not opening his  mouth when someone stood in 
front, it was done for him. What he didn't know? His  mouth would stay open all 
day, just like this.

He felt the  smoothness of the spoon being placed on his tongue. His only 
sense left, for  now, was that of taste. He knew it was food; it tasted exactly 
like the last  meal. He had to use his tongue to push the food back far enough 
to swallow it.  At this rate, breakfast would take some time to finish, but he 
did finish and  his hunger  abated.

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Morning came with a gentle nudge to both  Mike and his 'pup'. Their father 
was dressed in his normal Sunday casual wear.  He seemed to have a genuine smile 
on his face as both his sons woke, eyes slowly  widening.

Mike stood up, rubbing the final bits of sleep from his  eyes, as the 'pup' 
rolled over and got into his proper  position.

Without even thinking, Mike went and stood in front of  his 'pup' and simply 
said 'UP' and the pup raised himself to his knees. Mike  placed his dick at 
Shauns' lips indicated he'd better hurry and open up, which  he did. Piss flowed 
like a rocket for the longest time.

Mike had  forgotten his dad was watching, but the morning piss took priority. 
However,  when he did see his father watching he said "Opps sorry  dad".

"Sorry for?" his dad replied.

The 'pups' nipples  were amazingly still encased in the cylinders and were 
elongated to a great  degree. Neither Mike or his dad knew if the motor should 
be turned off, until  Mike remembered Will telling him to, at first light.

"Is the sun up  Dad?" asked Mike.

His father said no and asked why Mike needed to  know. Mike told him and his 
father understood; telling Mike in about half an  hour.

Mike was still trying to figure out his next move with his  'pup'. None of 
the masters had told him any specific things other than turn off  the motor. 
Mike was relieved in a way, because he didn't have to think about any  thing he 
was supposed to do; only now he could do what he wanted to  do.

'Pups' father came to inspect the slave. He felt the skin,  noting that the 
hot wax had not left a single mark on the slave. A few marks,  well more than a 
few, still remained from when the pins were yanked off the  skin. Mike had to 
explain that part to his father. He ran his hands over the  'pup' covering 
almost every inch of the body. He casually asked if the plug  hurt, but the 
'pup' didn't answer, so Mike told his father about that as well.  He knelt down 
and looked beneath the slave, making a mental note of his nipples  and the 
marvelous looking cock and balls, still caged and bound. Seemed at least  pleased 
for now, Mikes' dad went upstairs, telling them he would be fixing  breakfast 
as usual on Sunday.

The boy's mother had ventured only as  far as the kitchen. She sat at the 
table sipping her cup of fresh coffee,  talking about yesterday and how less than 
a day had passed that both of her sons  had been on the table getting shaved, 
or something else. She emphasized the  comment, by wiping her hand across the 
top of the table, as if to be wiping off  dirt.

Dan became the topic once again, but not in as a dramatic  fashion as the 
night before. Both parents, for now, were at ease with Dans'  situation. There 
was nothing for now that they could do, most likely Dan would  have to serve out 
his sentence They knew from the emails that nothing bad would  come of Dan 
being incarcerated other than some seemingly routine things that all  'blue 
bands' received. He wasn't on death row, so that was a good  thing.

Reaching for the refrigerator door, Mikes' dad discovered a  note stuck under 
a magnet. It was from Carlos.

"To whomever reads  this… any and all food prepared for the 'pup' should 
always be ground up in the  blender before feeding time. Never allow a slave to 
eat food which resembles  what you eat. If you can't grind it up, then the 'pup' 
doesn't get to eat it.  I'll bring a few starter cans for the 'pup' when I 
come over  today."

"Gee honey, they even make food in cans for slaves like  'pup', isn't that 
great." Shauns dad said.

Breakfast made, Mike was  called upstairs. The three of them ate and Mike was 
shown the note. It would  become his job, when needed, to grind his slaves' 
meals.

After  grinding up the toast, eggs, bacon in the blender, Mike looked at his 
parents;  holding in his hand a tall glass of orange juice. No one said a word 
as he  poured it into the blender and mixed it with the other  contents.

Scooping the food into a large mixing bowl, Mike took it  downstairs to his 
'pup'. Shaun ate the meal, not knowing exactly what it was he  was eating, but 
at least it smelt like breakfast.

No sooner had  Mike gone downstairs, Carlos knocked on the door and was waved 
in. The three of  them had a nice conversation about last night, the 'pups' 
breakfast and what  Carlos had been thinking about in order to not only 
progress with the 'pup' but  also with Mike. He politely suggested that if they had 
something already planned  for the day, that perhaps being out of the house 
would be the best thing for  them, explaining that today would be tough on both 
their sons.  They talked  for a few minutes about what they could find to do, 
or where they could go. They  didn't want to be gone to long, but they decided 
on a nice day at the flea  market.

to be continued... 

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