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Team Effort  Chapter 18 of 68

This story is C Copyright 2005,  by TM. All World Wide Rights Reserved.
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After helping with the dishes, being thoughtful, Carlos headed  downstairs to 
the two boys. The parents had since departed, for the fleamarket  and would 
be gone until mid afternoon.

The outing, to the  fleamarket, would do both of them good. Not being around 
the house would,  should, allow them freedom to feel like parents again. 
Sunday was a beautiful  day outside and was shaping up to be one of those "Camber 
of Commerce" days;  where it seems all the tourist are out spending lots of 
money. The ride to the  fleamarket was uneventful; chatter amongst the two was on 
the 'good old days',  heavy traffic and what bargains they might find.

'Pup' had finished  his breakfast, which really pleased his master. Mike 
never thought his 'pup'  would eat that mess. Mike knew that Carlos had been there 
for some time, but  felt more comfortable staying with his 'pup' versus being 
 upstairs.

Carlos was glad to see Mike had remembered when he was to  have removed the 
suction device from his 'pup'. Carlos carefully inspected  'pup', not missing a 
thing.

It wasn't much longer before footsteps  were heard, coming down to the 
basement. Will was making his way down, carrying  yet another large duffle bag. 
Carlos and Will made small talk; while Mike just  listened in. 'Pup' knew the 
voice was familiar so he didn't freak out. He was  becoming used to having a 
blindfold in place.

Will turned and asked  Mike if he had remembered to allow his 'pup' to empty 
his bladder, to which Mike  answered in the negative.

Will quickly jumped in Mikes' face,  reprimanding him vigorously. Mike had no 
response, obviously forgetting  something that was important to maintaining 
his slave.

Will found a  small plastic bucket tucked away, under the laundry tub and 
placed it under the  'pup', who gladly drained his piss. 

"Now that is a good slave,"  commented Will, "one that needed to pee but 
hesitated to motion or speak of it.  A good Master is always thinking of his slave 
first."

Will and  Carlos started grilling Mike on what he learned from last night and 
what he  learned from the IAS photo's as well. Most of the answers Mike gave 
were  expected from a wannabe master, but he would have a long way to go if he 
was to  become what he professed his desires and needs to be.

Out of the  blue, Will started firing a volley of questions at him about any 
hidden desires  he may have about being submissive. The answers didn't 
surprise Carlos nor Will.  It could be that he (Mike) was at heart a submissive but 
didn't want to admit it  to himself or others. 

It's sort of like a gay man, hiding in the  closet; even going as far as to 
marry and father children. In due time Carlos  and the others would uncover 
such feelings and hidden emotions if indeed they  were there. They also 
considered that fact that his oldest brother had just  begun his indentured servant 
sentence and Mike was just acting out, acting  tough. There was no doubt about 
Shaun. The 'pup' was submissive, to the max,  wanting, needing and desiring to 
become something less than human if at all  possible. Shaun and Dan should 
switch bodies and minds.

Carlos knew  that the 'pup' responded well to him and the other masters. He 
knew, as he had  seen and heard, that Mike professed to love his 'pup'. He 
hadn't however seen  any signs that the 'pup' was affectionately obeying his 
brother, but he was  obeying none the less. All signs of things to come, or as they 
might say, "it  will all come out in the laundry." 

Carlos decided that even with  Mike still naked, he was going to take him 
outside and begin a slow, methodical  exercise program, and work to blend the tan 
lines into one. Mike fussed and  fretted, but Carlos forcefully insisted, and 
explained that since it was a  Sunday not many people would be strolling down 
the sidewalk behind the hedgerow  this early in the morning. "After all," he 
said, "if they've seen one naked man,  what's one more."

Mike was aghast with fear and embarrassment. He  followed Carlos outside, his 
hands covering his cock and  balls.

Mike was facing away from the hedgerow, with Carlos about  six feet in front 
of him; assessing Mikes' body. Carlos started him off with  push-ups, 
progressing to sit-ups and on to deep knee bends. Forty five minutes  into the 
routine, Mike was showing signs of fatigue, but Carlos kept pushing him  on.

Mike was just beginning a series of old fashion jumping jacks,  when two 
teenage males stop their bikes; and peered over the hedgerow. It was  easy to see 
Mikes' back, and only on the 'jump' part could they see his lily  white ass. 
Carlos didn't give any indication to Mike that the two were observing  his 
activities. "Keep going Mike, you're doing great," Carlos said in a praising  way; 
walking over to the hedgerow and began an informal chat with the two teens.  

It seems that the two boys knew Mike and his family. They are in  the same 
grade as Mike and both share several classes with him.  

They inquired as to what was going on and Carlos simply said  'natural 
fitness', and before Carlos knew what was coming, came the next  question.

"Were you here last night?" asked the taller of the two.  "We were riding by 
and saw all the candles and it looked like a body being  sacrificed or 
something."

"It was no more than a simple celebration  amongst family and friends," 
Carlos answered.

"Well we weren't  sure, knowing Mike the way we do," chimed in the other  
teen.

"Really?" questioned Carlos, as he turned to prod Mike to  continue, although 
he was barely about to catch his breath and ten more jumps  would finish him 
off.
"What makes you say something like that?" He  continued.

Both boys looked at each other before one of them began  a short, but 
detailed interlude that the three of them had a couple of years  earlier. Carlos was 
intrigued, to say the least.

As Mike simply  gave in and slumped to the ground, he turned to see his two 
buddies looking at  his nakedness, talking with Carlos. He was hoping the earth 
would open up and  swallow him. He couldn't hear the words, but by the 
serious look on the faces of  his friends and the smile on that of Carlos, Mike knew 
the gig was up, the  secret romp was uncovered.

Will was having a good session with  Shaun. The 'pup' was bent over the 
laundry tub, with the all too familiar (to us  anyway) white hose coming from the 
little red bag and ending up in his love  hole. At first 'pup' was relieved 
that the butt plug was gone, for now, replaced  with something that was filling 
his guts with warm water. He was doing an  excellent job retaining the water, 
as he had been ordered to do. Will had  removed the small round grill cover 
from the floor drain, which would be used  when the 'pup' was permitted to 
evacuate his bowels.

The fourth  flushing proved to be the final one, as clear water splattered 
about the floor  and down the drain.

Will told 'pup' to "stay", and he did. Will  then produced an odd shaped 
toothbrush and a tube of what looked like  toothpaste, from the bag he brought 
over last night. Shaun could hear the  rummaging around in the bag, and had this 
been any other time he would have  wanted to see what was happening; but he 
was beginning to settle into the idea  of being without his sight during 
training. 

"Open" said Will.  Shaun opened his mouth and Will began brushing his teeth. 
The taste was awful,  but the 'pup' didn't complain. "Well, 'pup', to bad your 
master isn't here to  see this. He will have to do this for you, if he plans 
on being a good Master.  Once your sight is returned, then you can do it, but 
for now we'll be doing it  for you. This is an excellent way for you to learn 
to accept giving up total  control of everything that you used to do for 
yourself. You can only do, say,  see or hear what a master feels the need for."

The 'pup' seemed to  be doing well with everything so far. Will was kind 
enough not to put the plug  in, just yet, and the cool air in the basement felt 
good on his puckered love  bud.

After the dental hygiene came the bathing. The 'pup' was  loving that part. 
Every part of him was washed and dried with great care, except  his caged up 
cock. This cock only received a soaking wet, soapy bath through the  cock cage 
and patted dry.

Will led the 'pup' back over near the  wall and once again began his nipple 
stretching with the vacuum pump. "You'll  need bigger tits for the rings you're 
getting 'pup', Will said in a serious  tone.

Reaching underneath the 'pup' from between his grossly  outspread knees, Will 
attached a three pound weight to the leather strip that  was separating and 
raising 'pups' balls. Gently he released it, allowing the  full weight to hang 
free. The 'pup' began to wriggle a little and Will comforted  him, somewhat, 
with a slow back rub and gentle words of  encouragement.

Will then told the 'pup' to stick out his tongue,  which he did. Two plastic 
looking clamps were attached to his tongue, with Will  telling the 'pup', 
'this is just a temporary thing I like doing to my slave, and  he is used to it 
now after three years of getting it done". The 'pup' once again  had not a lot 
of options, other than to really inhale that much  harder.

Will left the 'pup', to once again ponder the current  situation, while he 
(Will) went about setting up some of the things he had  brought down today.

Mike was not only red in the face, but his  stomach was nearing the vomit 
point. The only saving grace for him, at the  moment, was that he was facing away 
from the three others and had squatted down  far enough so that only the top 
part of his ass crack was  visible.

Carlos and the two teens seemed to be in a deep  discussion. When the talk 
was over with Carlos approached Mike, having him stand  tall. The two teens had 
gone on their way, for now.

Mike got an ear  full from Carlos. Carlos was rather upset that Mike had not 
revealed to him or  any of the others about his past. He methodically, finally 
got the whole story,  the whole truth from Mike, about the two teens and 
himself.  Carlos knew  well what had to be done. Carlos also knew who would get it 
done. Quietly in a  sobering tone of voice he simply said, "that's enough sun 
and exercise for the  first day", turning and heading back into the house. 
Mike followed in shame and  disgrace, for not being open and honest with Carlos 
last night.

By  the time the two arrived downstairs, Will had many large eyebolts screwed 
into  the exposed floor beams overhead. Through the eyebolts hung thick 
braided rope.  


The 'pup' was still receiving his nipple treatment and  ball stretching, as 
Will was packing 'Crisco' up the slaves' ass.  

"Just about got him ready for you guys," Will  said.

Carlos didn't utter one word, not even when Will turned to  look him in the 
face. Will knew something was amiss the instant he saw the drawn  out look on 
Carlos' face.

Carlos with his arm outstretched, pointed  to the farthest corner away from 
him, indicating to Mike that, that is where he  should go, stay, until Carlos 
was ready to speak to him. Mike with teary eyes  walked full of shame to the 
corner and sat, facing the concrete walls.  

Mikes' 'pup' hadn't heard a thing, not knowing that anything was  amiss. He 
maintained his posture diligently and proudly waiting commands or the  feel of 
human flesh.

After a moment to gather his composure, his  demeanor, Carlos set about the 
task at hand.

Having been handed a  beautifully crafted dildo, he began working it into the 
grease filled hole of  the 'pup'. Slowly and deliberate at first, until he 
felt it was time for a more  exuberant delivery. He had to be very careful that 
he didn't take out his  disappointment and frustrations on the 'pup.

As Shaun moaned and  even cried during the stretching exercises, Carlos 
didn't stop. One after the  other, the dildos changed shapes and sizes. Then, known 
only to himself and  Will, he snapped a latex glove on and proceeded to work 
his digits inside the  'pups' hole. Not that Carlos was in a hurry to finish, 
to find the point of no  return; he became unto himself a different person. He 
was finding his mind going  back only five years ago, when he himself had to 
make decisions, judgments and a  change in his entire lifestyle. He tried to 
remember how difficult it was to be  truthful with himself, his family, 
co-workers and his partner. Could it be, he  thought, that he was being too harsh 
with Mike. His concentration broke, when  the 'pup' involuntarily pushed, and the 
gloved hand glided, unrestricted, into  the 'pups' ass.

The 'pup' was breathing hard and sweating  profusely. Will did a good job 
talking him through the pain while Carlos  continued his caring in and out 
thrusting, twisting and turning. If the 'pup'  would have been any smaller in size 
the session would never have occurred. As it  was, the 'pup' was again dealing 
with the pain, learning his place, his ways; a  good beginning to fulfilling 
his wants, his need, and his  desires.

It was just short of noon, Carlos was still working fist  to hole, Mike was 
still sitting in the corner and Will continued to busy himself  setting up the 
remainder of all the items and equipment left in all the duffle  bags. If you 
hadn't of known better, one would have thought that the basement  had been a 
chamber of horrors from the day the house was built.

A  knock on the basement door, followed by a 'hello you guys down there', 
told  Carlos that his other friends had arrived to help out. 

"Yes, come  on down guys", Carlos called out. 

Josh and Ben bounded down the  stairs as if they were kids running to see 
what Santa had brought them. Ben was  carrying three large bags marked "Wendy's…. 
Open Late".

"You guys  hungry? Ben asked.

There very first thing that caught Josh's eye  was Mike in the corner. To any 
and all group members, a body facing the corner  was never a good sign.

Ben started laying out the food, as Josh and  Will circled above like 
vultures over road kill armadillo. Carlos withdrew his  fist and wrist from the 
'pup', snapping the glove off and tossing it in Mikes'  direction. The three men 
sat on the floor and began conversing about the days  activities. Carlos didn't 
mention the two teens, Mike's transgressions, or his  ideas.

Finally Carlos called for Mike. He handed Mike a burger,  fries and a 
'frosty'. "Fix them for the 'pup' and add one half of this can in  also." He 
instructed Mike, tossing him a can of Alpo All  Beef.

Silently Mike ascended the stairs, and closed the door  behind. It was then 
and only then that Carlos reveals what he finally knew about  Mike, to his 
three closest friends and masters.

By the time Mike  had returned, placing the bowl down in front of his 'pup', 
the conversation had  all but changed. "Eat" Mike said to the pup, and Shaun 
dutifully consumed his  meal.

Will then handed Mike his burger, fries, and frosty; again as  Carlos had, 
Will indicated the corner. Mike still feeling the harshness of  reality; 
silently wept as he sat alone and scared, facing the corner. He had  lost his 
appetite. 

to be continued...

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