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Team  Effort    Chapter 39

Preface: This chapter, though  short, contains a good amount of information; 
which in the remainder of the  story should assist the reader to follow along 
with a great deal of anticipation  and allowing the reader tremendous leeway 
as to his own thoughts as to where,  with whom, and how the story will continue 
to unfold at a breath taking  pace.


Ben had been busy, from the moment he'd gotten out  of his bed. Not wanting, 
nor even feasible, to waste time this  day.

He'd start his day by calling Will about certain financial  arrangements, 
followed by calls to various retailers. 

So much was  on his shoulders now, but thankfully he had men like Master 
Black to help him  with the upcoming retreat. Nothing was going to stop Ben now, 
from fulfilling  his life long ambitions.

He had little time to think about his  'mutt' or the 'pup', let alone even 
consider driving into town to check on any  progress being made at the Freeman 
residence. Thankfully he'd made himself a 'to  do' list, with some help from 
Will, and was determined to follow the list to the  letter.

It was a good thing that he'd visited the farm only two  weeks ago, so he had 
an excellent idea as to where to start and in what order  things needed to be 
accomplished. The farm, empty for five years, wasn't falling  apart but with 
the future plans, things needing tending to.

The one  good thing, in his thought process, was knowing the fact that he'd 
have to spend  two days next week at the farm, meeting with certain contractors 
and others;  knowing now that he'd be taking 'mutt' with him on this trip and 
perhaps even  'pup'. It would be a great way to get the rumor mill started in 
the town, that  the farm was going to be worked by slaves. And, if his 
collective information  was correct, he'd have the largest farm in the state which 
was worked with  slaves. Hopefully, in time, other farms and ranches would see 
the benefits  achieved from using slaves to do the work.

A portion of his  thinking was devoted to security. Security to keep people 
out and to keep all  the slaves in; might perhaps be an area that he would 
sooner or later have to  address.

Ben was also rather excited just knowing that he'd have  Carlos on the farm, 
and hopefully Master Black. However, he also knew that next  week he'd be 
interviewing an outsider for the position of 'foreman'. There was  just no way in 
hell, that without an experienced man, the farm would be  successful. Neither 
he nor his friends knew enough, about the proper and  efficient manner in 
which to have a successful operation, such as he was  undertaking. 

Whoever got the job would surely have to be open  minded and not bothered by 
having the slaves perform all of the needed work. Who  knows, but maybe the 
foreman would quickly and easily acclimate himself to the  farms lifestyle.

Regardless of the stress, the tension and demands,  Ben was determined to see 
this through to a successful reality. If anything at  all, this experience 
would teach and instill in all of them, the need for it to  be a team  effort.

*********************
As Josh was made his way through the early morning  hours, he could only 
think about Dan and the other team members; as he paid  little attention to his 
slave 'tits'.

At the age of thirty one,  Josh had never owned a slave other than 'tits'. 
Sure, he'd been around other  masters and their slaves but never did he think 
he'd be getting a slave from the  ISA.  Troy was going to be a huge challenge 
for him, but he knew that he'd  be able to rely on the help of the group if need 
be. Josh couldn't help but to  think of the way Troy used his position to 
acquire Dan and enslave the four  others. Every time Josh thought of this, his 
rage showed through and he wanted  nothing more than to exact revenge on Troy, 
for his vicious tactics and  thoughtless consequences.

Josh was in no particular rush to get his  hands on Troy, as the ISA would 
and could continue to 'train' Troy in a manner  which was determined acceptable 
to Josh.

Josh had little to do for  the weekend retreat, so most of his time was spent 
contemplating on the future.  'tits' knew his own duties, so he didn't need 
any supervision tending to  household duties and packing a few needed articles 
for his  master.

***************************

Carlos, at 25, was quite content with  'pussy' and all of the happiness that 
comes with having your own slave.  

He knew with the utmost certainty that this retreat would or could  be a life 
changing experience for many of the masters and slaves. So much to  discuss, 
with the others, and now they had four more slaves to teach, train and  feed. 
It was going to be a non-stop weekend for sure.

He wondered  how effect his slave would be this weekend and if having 
additional slaves  around, would influence 'pussy' in a negative way. 

Carlos trusted  his slave so much, that when he, Carlos, was out of the house 
he never had to  worry about his slave running off or doing something stupid 
and  irresponsible.

He hadn't had to discipline his slave for quite  awhile now and was pleased 
with his slaves' devotion and love for his master.  Would things change so much 
that 'pussy' would act out and need a stern and  harsh punishment? Only time 
would  tell.

***************************************

Will worked diligently,  concluding as much of his work as possible at the 
bank; wanting to leave work no  later than two p.m.

As Will kept up a feverish pace in his office,  his mind would drift away to 
Ben and his new adventure. 

The farm  was truly a great idea and if run properly would be quite 
profitable, BUT would  this mean seeing his friends less often or not at all.  It would 
be such a  long drive on weekends to see the group and the slaves, leaving 
little time for  much else.

Somehow Will convinced himself that life is a changing  world and not much 
could be done to about it. The main thing is that his friend  was happy and that 
the group would still remain in tact. Fewer retreats, that's  for sure; but, 
there would be no lacking of naked flesh for he and his friends  to appreciate 
each and every day of the week.

With digital cameras  and videos, Will knew that Ben would keep him up to 
date constantly and that  would suffice for the times when he couldn't be 'down 
on the  farm'.

His two main concerns were Ben, a first time slave owner,  now undertaking 
such a huge burden upon himself; and would he be a good  master.

And Josh, how would he handle Dan. Dan may or may not be a  handful to deal 
with; time would only tell. How will Josh handle things with  Troy; would Troy 
be so broken that he'd be easy to handle and  control.

Will resigned his thought processes to the fact that all  would work out 
fine, even when all of them, as a group, hit the rough spots. As  long as they 
kept an open line of communications, then every conceivable  situation would be 
handled in the most advantageous manner. The hidden and less  thought about 
thing was the speed at which all these occurrences were happening  and beginning 
to change the lives of all his friends, including the slaves and  the slaves 
to  come.

**************************

Inside the 'process out' building  everyone was tossed out of their beds to 
begin a new day. However, none of them  even knew it was a new day. Not one 
slave had gotten more than thirty minutes  consecutive sleep all night. 

They had been fucked relentlessly and  they'd sucked more cock in one night 
than they had the whole first week in their  training building. There beds were 
soaked with piss, cum and sweat. The entire  building smelled worse than a 
high school locker room. 

Energy was  going to have to come from deep inside each one of them, if they 
had any chance  of making it through the day. The two young slaves seemed to 
have had an equally  sleepless night, as they slowly moved about in the kitchen 
area. The  instructors' assistant was nowhere to be seen; presumably he'd 
gone back to his  own quarters sometime during the 'fuck fest'.

None of the fours  slaves complained about their lack of sleep, their puffy 
love holes or their  sore jaw muscles; this was the first night that none of 
them had to feel real  pain and they didn't want to start the day off with a 
whipping, or  worse.

By the time they had stripped the beds of the soiled linen  and showered and 
cleaned themselves out, they all couldn't help but to be  thinking of Dan.

The four slaves stood silently for a moment,  before assuming their proper 
positions. This morning, so far, had pleased their  instructor.

One of the young slaves began placing bowls of food on  the floor and when 
he'd placed the final one, the instructor ordered the boys to  eat.

To them it seemed more normal now, eating this way; however  they each 
thought to themselves why it was that the two young slaves got to sit  at the table 
and eat with the instructor. They would never have the answer for  that.

Just about half way through eating, the instructor calmly  asked of the 
slaves if any of them had anything on their minds or questions that  might be 
answered.

In some magical way, in unison, without looking  up, all four simple said the 
one word which was on their minds.  "Dan"

"After we've concluded our morning meal, we will see to Dan  and his needs. 
One must remember that he is nothing more than a mere animal at  present, 
therefore the human body is always tended to first, so eat up and then  we will 
check on him." Responded the instructor.

As the team  members tried, best they could, to finish their meal, the two 
young slaves were  starting to clean up the 'day room'. Silently and efficiently 
they went about  the cleaning, as if they'd done it many times before.

With the  meals eaten and each bowl licked clean, the four slaves were 
commanded to kneel  in front of the large television screen, as it once again came 
to  life.

They saw themselves in the video, apparently from last night  as Dan was 
getting 'prepared' for his night. Then without warning they could  hear and see 
Dan's body jump and twitch beneath the restraints holding him in  the chair. 
Apparently they were watching Dan get his first small dose of  
electro-stimulation for the night.

As they continued watching, Dan  was heard moaning and moving from side to 
side, best in could, in the chair. The  plug shoved up his love hole was 
inflating and elongating at the same time; and  by the sounds Dan was making, the 
plug was also hitting his love  bud.

The chair began to move, and the back of the chair started to  look a lot 
like a 'Lazy Boy' recliner; with Dan's head almost horizontal. The  mid section 
of the chair began to rise and now Dan was bent in the middle with  his cock 
being at the peak of the inverted V shaped body.

Now  everyone could see, clearly, the butt plug in action. Inflating, 
deflating;  being withdrawn and re-inserted, similar to the fuck machine which was 
used on  him over the last two and a half days.

The video was so clear that  a viewer could see each and every little droplet 
of piss and it began pumping  itself out of the tortured and disfigured young 
mans cock.

Shortly  thereafter, Dan simply passed out from total abuse and exhaustion; 
but the  machine didn't stop, nor did the electro-stimulations. 

Towards the  end of the video, the slaves could actually bear witness to the 
fact of seeing  white foam gurgling out of the corner of Dans' mouth.

The screen  with to black, as the slaves were ordered to Dan's room, where 
the found him  awake yet somewhat worse off than the day before.

The sight of Dan,  made the slaves wonder just how 'nice' their instructor 
really was. Perhaps he  had conflicting orders, or something; but none the less 
the instructor remained  firm and in charge this morning.

The slaves unbuckled Dan and  carefully lifted him off the chair, carrying 
him into the shower. Not wanting  him to sit on the chair, they carefully laid 
him on the cool tiled floor and  began to soap him up and care for him.

They weren't in any hurry to  get Dan ready for whatever the rest of the day 
would bring, but they did want to  get some food into his tattered and torn 
body. It seemed that the instructor  was  going to go along with their slow 
pace, for now.

The  instructors assistant had prepared a healthy meal, although it was run 
through a  blender; pulverizing it into a smooth delicately textured meal which 
could  easily be swallowed without fear of choking to death.

The food must  have had a good flavor to it, as Dan's eyes and face lit up 
when Logan gave him  the first spoonful of it.

Logan continued to feed Dan, as the other  three were massaging almost every 
part of his body that they could easily get  their hands on.

Once again the instructor was on his cellphone,  chatting away; with none of 
the slaves even remotely interested as to what was  being said.

Putting his phone away, turning to the slaves the  instructor was once again 
beaming from ear to ear. How puzzling is  that?

Off and on the slaves looked at their instructor, waiting to  see if he'd say 
anything; and it seemed like forever but he finally spoke to  them, saying 
"this morning you four slaves are being excused from major  training, which 
includes the wearing of your personal 'fuck plugs'. Somebody  must really want you 
to rest up so that perhaps tonight will be even better for  you. However, 
they are going to be arranging, for you, a live performance out at  the 'old oak 
tree'. I'm sure that I'm going to enjoy the show, but I'm not sure  you slaves 
will like it as much as others will.

So let's make sure  your house is in tip top shape, and make sure that you 
are all cleaned inside  and out, get shaved and looking pretty. You all might 
just get your pictures  taken today, for your new owners. Now then, you've got 
two hours to get it all  completed, that is unless you slaves want to put on 
your own show at the  tree!"

The instructors assistant laughed loudly, as the two young  slaves ran to get 
the shaving and enema gear all set up, as the others were once  again helping 
Dan to the shower and shit area.

Apparently, the  instructor had been through this routine before, as he 
seemed not to care about  the how and what the slaves were doing, as he simply took 
one quick glance at  his watch; before the turned all of his attentions to 
the television screen and  watched as Troy was being prepared for his first 
live, public,  performance.




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