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Team Effort   Chapter Thirty Five
By marcus, and trey


The sun had  yet to rise, and the air still, full of salt air moisture.  
Inside the  home, the Freeman's lay awake in their bed, unable to sleep after 
viewing such a  horrendous video.

Outside in the dampness, lay sleeping the four  slaves. Twisted amongst the 
chains which bound them, the two lovers intertwined  embracing now; as they had 
when they slumbered off. Shaun and Mike lay almost  straight, with Mike lying 
almost completely on top of his brother.  

In a normal world it would have seemed senseless to waken them.  But this 
day, this life was so very different.

Small, soft nudges  with a boot, by Master Black, awakened the slaves. 
'toilet' was there as well,  kneeling ever so close; observing the human flesh and 
what if anything he'd do  with them today.

As they rubbed the sleep from their eyes, and  focused, it all became ever so 
clear that today was another day in their new  found lives.

With each slave needing to relieve himself, they made  full use of 'toilets' 
mouth, as per instructions from the  master.

Quietly, as if stealing what remained of the night, the  troop of slaves 
moved themselves downstairs. After being unchained, each slave  was dutifully 
given an enema by 'toilet'; assuring that each was clean on the  inside. For some 
it took more than three fillings, but all were done to the  satisfaction of 
the master.

While the cleanings were in progress,  Master Black availed himself of 
inspecting the room for what it contained and  what possible use he may find amongst 
the hanging ropes and training aides in  the gym bags.

In bathrobes, the Freeman's came downstairs, noting  the presence of the 
master and his slave. Smiles and cordial greetings were  exchanged.

The odor of coffee permeated the air, as the three  adults continued, 
briefly, to chat; outlining the day for the four  slaves.

Most of the day, at least five hours, would be spent  outside; under the 
guidance of the tutor. It would be at least two hours before  the other slaves 
arrived, which was a blessing in disguise for the  Freeman's.

The four teens began the daily ritual of bathing one  another, and 'toilet' 
helped out wherever he could; while the adults had  ascended the stairs; 
sitting around the kitchen table, sipping coffee and  reminiscing about the day when 
Mike and Shaun had decorated the table with their  bodies. All the comments, 
were information, unsolicited, and a valuable asset  for the master.

Master Black, having already fed his slave,  prepared something for the four 
others. After grinding and blending, he put it  into the two bowls, noting 
that the slaves would have to make do and  share.

With known intentions and for good reasons, the slaves were  called upstairs 
for the meal. As they ate, 'toilet' knelt by his masters  side.

Master Black knowingly began talking about further  decorations on 'mutt' and 
'pup'. He explained that any further decorating was  not a financial 
responsibility on the parents.

Fully recognizing  the need for them, the Freeman's gave their approval. The 
main purpose of this  talk was to instill the 'unknown fear' into Adam and 
Conner; as they were  without the first decoration.  Master Black's method 
appeared to work, as  the two teens hesitated quite a bit as they tried to eat their 
 meal.

After the meal was consumed and bowls licked clean, the  slaves were once 
again told to return to the basement and await the other  slaves.

Master Black queried the Freeman's on the prior night's two  videos, and 
found out quickly that there was a myriad of questions needing to be  answered.

The only thing saving the day for the Freeman's was just  knowing that any 
day now, their son, Dan, and the others would be free of that  'torture chamber'.

Mrs. Freeman began to fuss around the kitchen,  preparing breakfast for 
herself and her husband; with Master Black already  filled with a meal prepared by 
'toilet'. 

The five slaves continued  talking amongst themselves, and rapidly became 
more familiar with what to expect  at the 'retreat'.  'toilet' had been to more 
than a dozen 'retreats', so he  was a huge help, walking them through as to 
what they will and what they might  expect.

Some of what they heard made each of them nervous. A lot of  ceremonial 
things went on, and each hour was filled with activities. The best  part of the 
'retreat' was the daily swim in the cool pond water. That is, unless  you failed 
to perform, then your swimming privilege was taken  away.

'toilet' was extremely careful not to say too much about any  one subject and 
some subjects were never broached. 

The 'plan' for  the day was having all the slaves outside, during their 
schooling; with Ben and  Josh as added incentive for the slaves to pay attention 
and  learn.

With supervision for the slaves, Mrs. Freeman was free to do  what ever she 
so desired. 

As the sun began to shine, Mr. and Mrs.  Freeman cleaned up the kitchen, with 
Master Black's help; and then the two  parents went upstairs to shower and 
dress for the day.

Master Black  went outside, to see whom he heard coming. One by one the 
slaves began arriving,  which also meant that the slaves in the basement needed to 
be outside as well.  Hastily Black ordered the slaves up and out.

As they had done the  previous night, they removed their cloth covering upon 
entering and all took up  the kneeling position; with their butts in a row, 
near the hedges, waiting for  their new teacher to arrive. They knelt there for 
what seemed an  eternity.

Before leaving for the day, the Freeman's showed up in  the back yard, to see 
the group of young men and the masters.
They informed  Master Black of their intended time of return; with Mr. 
Freeman off to work and  Mrs. Freeman spending the day at the spa, for a much 
deserved day of  pampering.

Neither of them spoke too, nor touched any of the  slaves, which included 
their two sons.

Shortly after they had left,  the tutor arrived. He strode into the yard 
carrying two rather large, leather,  briefcases.

Ben and Carlos greeted him with hugs and kisses;  welcoming him as if they'd 
just found a lost friend.

They offered  him a coffee, as they talked about old times, and all the 
slaves, which peaked  his interest.

By now, all of the slaves could easily see that this  was not your 'normal' 
tutor type of individual.

"Good morning  boys", said the instructor as he addressed the pert row of 
naked flesh. "My name  is Mr. Taylor, and I've been summoned to be your teacher 
for the next few days.  From there we'll see how much more tutoring you'll need 
for your graduations. I  just want those of you who attend the local high 
school to know, that I've  already been there this morning and have informed them 
of your 'slave status',  which forbids you from attending the normal school. 
Needless to say that we are  very concerned for you and that they'd be sure 
and tell your former classmates  of your new situation. I'm hopeful that your 
classmates will come and visit with  you in time.

Now then, let me give you all a brief outline of your  impending studies. 
Unlike the ones you receive in the government school system,  here you will only 
be concerning yourselves with the reading, writing and  arithmetic portions of 
such studies.

All of your other studies will  be in such things as those that will serve 
you in the days and years ahead. You  will learn the art of cock sucking. You 
will learn the technique known as  rimming as well as ways to control your 
breathing and swallowing.

I  personally remember some of your faces from the last class which I taught. 
For  those of you who have graduated, I'm going to make you my teaching  
assistants."

A smile on some slaves faces and looks of worry on  others. Mr. Taylor knew 
well who his former students were. Furthermore, he knew  exactly why he was 
summoned. True to his word, the four newest slaves would  learn enough in order 
to honestly graduate from high school; but his main goal  was in teaching 
proper technique (s), prior to the up and coming  retreat.

As Mr. Taylor spoke, you could have cut the tension in the  air with a knife. 
He tried to make light of the topics concerning sexual  gratifications, as he 
began unloading his two briefcases; handing to the four  slaves their needed 
school books.

It only took a minute, but the  four newest slaves caught on quickly. They 
now understood the meaning of 'former  students'.

The morning was spent doing some work on the three  school subjects and the 
afternoon was spent on the 'slave aspect' of  education.

Ben spent most of his time on the phone, presumably  tending to business 
related to the farm. Carlos and the other slaves, when not  being of help to the 
teacher, were downstairs cleaning up and doing some  re-arranging, and even 
doing some of the regular chores inside the house in the  absence of Mrs.  
Freeman.
******************
At IAS things were much the same for the team members.  Yesterday was 
probably the most dramatic and intense for all of them, up to this  point.

Dan by now, had no mind of his own. He could only hear the  voices of his 
instructors. Once the other four team members had discovered that  it was Dan, 
himself, underneath the hood they couldn't believe what had happened  to the 
once cherub faced young man.

Without sleep or food, Dan  looked and even acted like something out of a 
horror movie. His eyes were  bulging out, his lips swollen from all the torture 
and cocks that had used it  almost non-stop for twenty four hours. His ass was 
constantly dripping globs of  grease which, too, had been repeatedly packed 
solid up his butt by the  mechanical fucking machine.

Once Dan had been left in their care,  they slowly and carefully began 
rubbing sensations back into his limp arms and  legs. Dan's dick was raw and nearly 
without the outer layer of skin, from the  severe abuse it had received. The 
whip and flogging marks on his back and legs  appeared to be the worst. Broken 
and filleted flesh needed major attention and  care. His testicles, bound and 
separated as they were, gave every appearance of  being a good four inches 
longer than what any of them could remember from the  locker rooms where they 
normal would see each others private  parts.

When Dan had been cleaned up, inside and out, he along with  the others were 
allowed to take a short rest, while Dan's room was being cleaned  and 
sanitized by the instructor's assistants.

After the rest  period, it was meal time and Dan had to be spoon fed his 
mid-day slave chow. He  ate with a passion, his body and soul craving for  
nourishment.

Immediately after their meal was complete, Dan was  once again attached to 
the two long, thick, poles. This time he was attached to  them face up.

The four others were made to carry him, this way,  back to the induction 
center; where they had originally been processed. None of  them could think of 
anything but perhaps you had to go out of there, the same  way you came in. To a 
person, they all thought that they were going  home.

Entering the building, some things seemed the same, as others  seemed 
different. Absent, was the hustle and bustle that they'd experienced upon  their 
arrival.

There were only a small handful of attendants  present. The noise was gone, 
indicating perhaps that they were the only slaves  there. But, the attendants 
seemed to be gathered in one specific area, all  facing away from them.

The closer they got to the attendants, the  clearer the picture became.

There, before them, was a man about 25  years of age naked and chained 
spread-eagled between two steel posts. He  appeared to be unconscious for some 
reason or another, which was a good thing as  his feet were well off the floor.

The team members were ordered to  lower Dan to the floor, which they 
immediately did; as two of the attendants  removed his leather bindings and the poles.

Another two attendants  grabbed Dan by his ankles and pulled him forward, 
until Dan's face was directly  beneath the head of the man hanging above him.

As Dan focused, his  mind as it was couldn't help but to think it recognized 
this face. As Dan's  brain made every attempt to function, the eyes inside the 
head above came in to  view.

Still unsure of the face, Dan could do no more than to just  lay there, 
glaring upward. The eyes from above got bigger and bigger, as they  looked down, 
upon the face and flesh below.

Tears of sadness began  dripping on to Dan's face from above. The look in the 
man's eyes was one of  forgiveness and shame.

A sudden electrical charge coursed its way  thru the hanging body and a 
torrential stream of piss erupted from the dangling  cock above; splattering piss 
not only on the floor below but also on  Dan.

Continuing to struggle, Dan's brain was in overdrive  attempting to solve 
this mystery.

The man looked like a normal man,  except for being naked. There was nothing 
outstanding about the body, except for  the strong definition of muscle 
everywhere the eyes could  see.

There came a sudden gasp, an outburst if you will, from Billy.  Billy 
recognized the suspended creature. With silence of the utmost importance,  Billy was 
confined to keeping his thoughts to himself.

Slowly more  sounds came from the remaining three team members. They too now 
knew who the man  was. Troy was a senior in high school, when these slaves 
were just  freshmen.
As Troy himself used to be on the varsity squad, while these men  were just 
getting on the freshman squad.

It was during all of the  practice sessions, where they all bumped into one 
another, and it's where Troy  eyed Dan; noting Dan's physique, manners and 
manhood in the locker room or  showers.

None of the slaves could comprehend what had occurred,  that would bring Troy 
to the IAS. What could this former star athlete have  done?

The 'doctor' appeared and began making his initial assessment  of the new 
slave's body. He didn't miss one inch of skin as his hands slowly  made over Troy.

The comments he made to Troy, seemed to echo in  Troy's head. 

What Troy heard made him violently shake, even as he  hung there. Troy was 
hearing almost the exact same treatment plan, which he'd  previously laid out 
for Dan. Plus several more severe modifications than Dan,  which only added to 
Troy's fear; now perhaps a sudden death would be more  appropriate.

After focusing in on the doctor's voice, Dan's mind  slowly began to function 
better. As the doctor continued his exam, yet another  man presented himself, 
being of tall stature and extremely well  dressed.

"Well, slave," he said, addressing Troy; "all things  considered I think that 
you've finally fucked up. If, the IAS had known about  this other slave, 
you'd not have even gotten this far. Your actions may just  cause the American 
public to take another hard look at constitutional slavery  and have second 
thoughts. We've worked nearly ten years to get this far legally  and now come to 
find out that you've been skimming from your boss and  backhandedly been 
acquiring slaves for others and this one, in particular was  for you!"

That said, the four team members now had part of the  answers to their own 
questions.

The man continued, in a really  rough and mean tone, to berate Troy. A couple 
of times, nearing the point of  striking him; which of course he did not due 
to his position in the  organization.

The more the man spoke, the more the four slaves  learned. Happy in some 
ways, sad in others, but the end result would not change;  at least not in the 
near future.

It was then that two naked youths  appeared, pushing a high backed wood 
chair. The chair had arms on it and  slightly elevated wooden boards where ones' 
lower legs might rest. The chair was  on wheels, like ones you'd find on 
stretchers. On the seat of the chair was the  thickest and longest dildo you could 
imagine.

The two previous  attendants returned. Picking Dan up off the floor and 
without having to be told,  placed him squarely over the dildo before dropping him 
firmly; sending the dildo  straight up inside the poor slave.

Expecting to hear Dan scream,  his team mates stood there with their mouths 
wide open; not believing what they  had just seen, let alone not hearing even a 
faint peep out of  Dan.

The two younger slaves came forward and, using wide leather  straps secured 
Dan firmly in place. A small peddle was pushed and Dan's upper  body slowly 
began to recline until he once again could see Troy,s face  easily.

Dan was still having trouble understanding, even after he'd  listened to the 
doctor and the other man. But the name Troy did seem to register  something, 
in his now nearly empty memory bank.

The gentleman,  called for the other four slaves to come forward and join 
Dan, which they  happily did.

What came next, surprised everyone but mostly  Troy.

The man had the two young slaves present themselves; and they  were 
introduced to Troy as this man's own two sons. Neither of them could have  been older 
than fourteen. The man reached out and lifted the two small cocks,  showing 
Troy that there were no testicles beneath.

In an effort to  instill fear and respect, the man told Troy that if he 
wasn't cooperative that  this WOULD happen to him as well.  It was an easy way, 
sort of, to tell  Troy that he was going to become a eunuch before he left this 
place. There was  no escaping that fact.

Releasing the two cocks, the gentleman had  the boys step back, as he called 
for the formal indoctrination of this new slave  to begin.

As Troy began losing his body and head hair, the man  smiled and told him 
that he, indeed, had had his indenture purchased.
As he  continued talking to Troy, the barbers came forth with their straight 
razors and  gave Troy a 'dry shave', leaving him bare skinned like a true 
slave.  

An occasional glance back at Dan, revealed to him that Dan was  fixated on 
watching, yet still hadn't connected the dots. Perhaps his trainers  had done 
their job to well.

A gag was placed in Troy's mouth,  leather cuffs attached to his limbs and he 
was then released from the chains.  Long sections of rope were then attached 
to all the cuffs. Which, in turn, were  handed over to the four teammates. By 
now their anger and hatred for Troy was at  its peak.

The slaves were told to bring Troy along, following  behind some of the 
attendants; going presumably to the next processing  station.

The slaves didn't bother to wait for him to get on all  fours and crawl. They 
simple dragged him by the ropes, along the concrete  floor.

The man and his two nutless sons slowly and gently pushed  Dan along, behind 
Troy; making it easy for him to witness  everything.

Unlike the others, the first stop was for collaring.  Troy was collared with 
a steel collar but his was nearly three inches tall. And  to make things 
worse, his was welded shut; which caused him pain and suffering,  leaving his skin 
red and blistered.

Second stop…. The doctor was  there to put a #30 sized catheter up Troy's 
cock.

Third stop…. Troy  got his first series of enemas

Fourth stop…. Troy got his body  pierced. His cock had a row of large rings 
going completely down the under side  and a 'standard' sized prince albert. His 
ear piercings were of the same size as  the p.a. ring. He had four rings 
installed on his tongue; and the nipple rings  matched those of his p.a., as well. 
The last two piercings he received were  magnificently placed. As every eye 
was now focused on Troy's cum makers, a large  bore needle was swiftly run 
through his right nad, followed by a huge ring. Troy  passed out as the ring made 
its way through his nut. The pain was extreme to say  the least. The second 
nad was pierced, matching the first. Not only did he now  have his nuts stabbed 
and rung, he had a four inch diameter, quarter inch thick  steel ring through 
each of his balls. 

The slaves who had rings in  their scrotums were thankful that they hadn't 
had their actual nuts pierced,  like Troy.

The last item at this station was Troy's cinch ring. A  one and a quarter 
inch wide, one quarter inch thick, steel, band, was slipped  under and around his 
balls and cock. This made his cock and balls stick almost  straight out in 
front of his body. The ring was then welded shut; with some  blistering of the 
skin considered to be just a normal occurrence.  

Fifth stop…. Troy had his teeth removed.

Sixth stop….  Troy was flipped over and tattooed just above his ass. The 
tattoo said 'Property  of Master Josh'. Then, thinking they'd be dragging him to 
his next stop, the  four slaves were told to pull Troy's butt cheeks apart, 
which they did without  hesitation. The naked man doing the tattoo began working 
on the skin surrounding  Troy's love hole. When he was done, words couldn't 
justly describe his work. He  had transformed Troy's fuck hole to look exactly 
like a giant flower. White  flower petals and a bright yellow center.

The doctor and the other  man stepped in to take a closer look and marveled 
at the work of  art.

Again, Troy was flipped onto his back and the last tattoo was  done on him. 
Across his pubic region, in purple letters with yellow boarders  were letters 
that now spelled out his name. 
"DAISY".

Needless  to say, Troy was in and out of consciousness during each and every 
procedure.  

Dan's mind was still struggling to figure all of this out, as the  attendants 
lowered Troy to the floor.

Screaming and crying, Troy  was dragged to that 'circle' in the middle of the 
prep  building.

The team members were pulled away from Troy as he was  being surrounded by 
attendants, trainers, the doctor and the two younger slaves.  

They could only stand and watch as every cock, was exposed and  then 
releasing its hot piss all over Troy's body and face. Each of them prayed  that they'd 
get a chance to piss on the man and more.

The same  wheeled dolly used for slave transport was brought over and they 
heaped Troy on  it and began pulling him away. The team members were left there, 
together, with  Dan and the two young slaves. They all stood silent, watching 
Troy leave the  building, praying that he'd be taken to the training building.

The  doctor and the other gentleman finally approached Dan and his friends, 
requiring  them to follow them into another building.

The fresh air felt warm  and dry on their skin as they walked, with Dan being 
pushed along in front of  them. Being able to stand up this long and exercise 
their leg muscles was a true  blessing. As much as they desired to remain 
outside, they could see where they  were being led. 

The building, being not that large, was well kept  on the outside. Trees, 
shrubs, flowers, and a nice smooth walkway, leading into  it.

Once inside the building, the first thing they all noticed was  the cool air. 
It was refreshing. They followed along a wide and carpeted  corridor until 
they were led into a large room which looked rather  bare.

Dan was wheeled into the center of the room facing a wall,  which was about 
15 feet in front of him. The other four slaves were placed on  either side of 
Dan facing the same blank wall.

They were told to  remain perfectly still, but they needed to have their 
hands behind their heads,  which they readily did. No talking was allowed, or else 
harsh punishment would  follow.

The recessed ceiling lights changed in hue and brightness,  as a panel on the 
wall slide off to the right; revealing a large television  screen.

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