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Team Effort   Chapter Thirty Six

When the screen came to life, the team members  could clearly see a well 
dressed man sitting at a beautiful mahogany desk. The  man didn't appear old, and 
his stature was impeccable. 

Within a  matter of seconds the man on the screen began to speak, directly to 
the  slaves.

"Slaves, I must say that you all look none the worse for  wear. I've read 
over each of your folders and see by the bands around your necks  that which 
you've been in training for. You've all had a rather event filled  seven days.

Your training is never going to be over, at least not  for the next ten or so 
years. I'm extremely proud of the way that each of you  has done your best to 
take care of and watch out for one another. A solid team  effort always has 
its rewards.

One by one, I need each of you to  turn around and show me your lovehole, 
beginning with you slave, on my left." He  was talking to John; who turned his 
back to the man, bent over and pulled his  cheeks wide, allowing a good view of 
his lovehole. John needed and was told to  bend over further and widen his 
stance, which he did without saying a word.  

After the man had inspected the four loveholes, he paused briefly,  making 
notes on each of the folders.

Next, the man asked each of  them several questions which only required a yes 
or no answer. It seemed odd to  the boys to be talking to a huge television 
screen and the screen talking back  to them.

Now the man had the faces and the names associated with  the colored bands 
around their necks.

"And of your fellow slave in  the chair", he asked, "what of him? Is it not 
best, when time comes to leave  this place that you leave him behind; as he is 
not the same as you are? What has  happened to him may befall you in your new 
lives. Your fellow slave may never be  the same as you knew him before, so why 
not start with a clean slate and a clear  conscience when you leave this 
place? How much can one slaves life mean to  another slave? Surely it is not worth 
the risk to have him with you, any of you?  What is going to happen when you 
leave this place and you each leave separately?  Would it make any difference 
which you left behind, as long as you, yourself,  are out of here?"

The man on the screen looked at each slaves face,  trying to detect which one 
had the most urgent need to speak and to answer the  questions.  

His eyes locked into Billy's face and told the  slave to answer the 
questions, but to think before he answered  them.

Three sets of eyes moved, staring at Billy. The slaves had  turned their 
heads, and that would eventually cost them a session with one of  the punishment 
whips.

After nearly a minute Billy answered the  questions. "SIR, we all grew up 
together, schooled together and played sports  together. We were and still are a 
team SIR. One does not easily take such  friendships lightly SIR. Together or 
separated we are still a team SIR. We will  always be a team SIR."

The three other slaves returned their heads  to the proper position, awaiting 
the wrath of god, for the answers Billy had  given.

The man on the screen asked of the other three if they  agreed with their 
fellow slave. They had little or no choice but to say yes. Was  this signing away 
any future they'd ever hoped for? What had Billy  done!

He could tell that the three slaves had different ideas and  opinions on what 
they thought the answers should have been. He duly noted this  in his own 
mind.

"Slaves, John, Logan, Lucas, Dan and Billy, it is  my honor and privilege to 
tell you that your servitude contracts have been  purchased as of this morning.

The looks on your faces when I first  laid eyes on you was horrendous. Now I 
see a shadow of light in them. Perhaps it  is because you've done well so far 
in your training, or perhaps it is because  you need more training. What ever 
it is, is not as important as the fact that  you've been purchased.

A great deal of money will change hands over  the next ten or so years for 
your contract, so you'll need to strive to do more,  to do better. The fact of 
the matter is that once you leave the training center,  you'll never come back. 
Someone is always willing to pay for your contract and  use you in the most 
despicable of places. If that doesn't seem to work, then you  all will simply 
disappear. So you will need to keep your nose to the grindstone  and make your 
owners happy.

Now then, I can say with certainty that  the parents of all of you except for 
Dan's, wish not to see you anymore. For  whatever reasons they have, they've 
made that decision on their own. There was a  financial consideration afforded 
to them, for your contract but they have opted  to have your owners receive 
said monies. There is no need to fuss or cry about  it, as I've been told that 
your new owners will endeavor to keep in touch with  your parents; with high 
hopes of getting them to visit with you. Yes, I indeed  said visit. Your new 
owners are not cruel when it comes to family, just as you  slaves are when it 
comes to a team effort and friendships.

I can  say with a certain degree of understanding that where you are going, 
you will be  treated fairly. Your days will be long and hard. Full days will 
keep you minds  focused on the only thing of importance; keeping your owners and 
masters happy  and pleased.

Now this brings me to your answers to my questions  slave". 

Billy almost raised his head but caught himself. He just  knew by the subtle 
change in the mans voice that he'd given the wrong answers.  The other three 
slaves feared the same and knew that a swift and brutal  punishment was soon to 
be administered. 

"First, I want you to all  to know that I'm aware of what you've just 
witnessed in the processing building.  It must be hard for any of you to think that a 
fellow townsman could be so cruel  and do such a thing to the five of you, 
all for the sake of wanting one man. A  man he couldn't have.

You can not blame this man for his personal  wants, his needs, his desires. 
You can blame him however, on the way he went  about obtaining the man of his 
dreams. But now his dream will never be  fulfilled, that I can promise you.

Now to those answers; I want to  congratulate you on taking the brief moment 
to think wisely of your answers. I  would say, just from what little I know of 
you and your team mates that you  answered exactly as I had expected you to. 
If there was a correct answer to  those questions, then the answers you gave 
would be considered  correct."

All four of the slaves, heaved a huge sigh of relief. Dan  was still quite 
unclear as to who or what was going one.

"For the  next day or so", the man continued, "all of you are being sent to 
the "transfer  out" building. There you will hone your acquired skills, 
depending on your  colored band. That will include oral and anal sex, you suck and 
others will  fuck. You will learn the fine art of demanding enemas, again you 
receive. You  will also be required to perform a certain amount of hours each 
day exercising  either indoors or outdoors. And last but not least, you will 
learn the gentle  way to maintain slave Dan's body in it's present state, with 
the exception of  his ability to think. You will work with him, slowly and 
gently. You will  comfort him in any way you deem needed to get his brain to the 
point where it is  capable of understanding and thinking. You must consider him 
like an infant,  unable to fend for himself. For as you, slave Billy have 
said, you all do  everything and anything as a team, so team effort will prevail 
with this  assignment."

The man on the screen paused briefly; looking for any  sort of reaction (s) 
from the four slaves.

"Lastly I will just say  that I'm sure you're looking forward to leaving this 
place and meeting your new  owners and masters."

(Again a pause, this one also on  purpose.)

"I want to say that all of you have been purchased by  either the same man or 
a consortium of men, who have your best interest at  heart. Your 
determination and your display of loyalty as a team to stick  together, to tough it out, 
has once again played in your favor.

So  without adding to your day, I'll bid you a farewell"

Instantly the  screen went to black.

Forgetting who and where they were, they  began a small, not to quiet of a 
celebration. They even included Dan in the  claps, slaps, and hugs. Tears befell 
all of them, even Dan.

A loud  voice, sharply screaming into their faces brought them, once again, 
back to  reality. 

The instructor, was pissed, yet understanding. He saw and  heard about Troy 
and his ways, so he was a bit reluctant to being overly harsh  (this once) on 
the slaves under his control. He quickly and quietly  congratulated each of 
them with a hug and kiss, which really surprised the group  of slaves. Even the 
attendant followed behind the instructor and gave each a hug  and kiss.

The room suddenly fell silent, as all remembered who they  were, what they 
were and where they were. But, the smiles remained on four of  the five slave 
faces.

"In the 'transfer out' building you all will  have a certain amount of time 
to speak freely, either amongst yourselves or with  us instructors; but in the 
mean time remember your training and your last few  days here will zing right 
through. Now let's get your team mate the fuck out of  here and over to his 
new digs."

The instructor, one attendant and  the two young slaves preceded the four 
slaves as they headed for their new  temporary home. 

What would the next days bring? Who was the man  that purchased one of us, 
and who or what was that other thing the man was  talking about? How can one of 
us be bought and yet be together? How can any of  us even think about 
accepting this arrangement? What can we do to help Dan? What  is happening to Troy? 
What made our parents and siblings not ever want to see us  again? 

All these thoughts and questions ran through every brain,  except Dan's on 
the quiet long walk to the 'process out' building.  

The only thought that Dan's brain was marginally capable of  dealing with 
was, 'who was that man who pissed on  me?"



Upon entering the 'process out' building,  it was very obvious that there 
were no cells or locked rooms. 

It  was like one large, open dormitory with an open communal bathing 
area/toilet  facility.  There were no more than a dozen beds, all of which were of the 
 'double (standard) size. 

In one corner there were leather covered  sofas and a couple of overstuffed 
recliners. A small, yet functional, kitchen  area completed the interior. 

The best feature of the building was  that, for now, there were no other 
occupants; perhaps denoting that this group  was to be the only ones occupying it 
for the time being.

After a  brief walk through, it was time to get down to business. The first 
order of the  day was to get Dan settled in.

The four slaves carefully planned  how they would lift him off of the 
impalement chair and get him sitting up in  one of the chairs in the living section 
of the room. As they worked out their  strategy the others simply sat around 
the dining table and closely monitored  their actions.

There was a huge sigh of relief once Dan had been  made comfortable in the 
chair. The instructor reached into his pocket and  produced a small remote, 
which he pushed one of the buttons, turning on a small  television set. Pushing a 
few more buttons, provided nothing more than videos of  slave training 
routines, the function of the slaves mouth when sucking cock, how  a slave should 
present himself just prior to being fucked, and assorted other  things such as 
urinal training and toilet training. When the instructor pushed  the final 
button, a live feed was beaming through the television. Instantly all  took notice 
of it, as there was a tremendous amount of screaming,  coming  from the slave. 
It became evident, quickly, that they were watching 'daisy'  during his first 
hours of training. As quick as the television came on, it was  turned off.

The instructor informed the slaves that the television  was a privilege which 
they had to earn, even though they were slated to be  released soon. He did, 
however, inform them that all the live feeds from the  training rooms were 
automatically recorded on DVD so they could watch them later  on.

The assistant with the help of the two young slaves, began  preparing the 
noon time meal for the whole group. Even though they all had to  eat from the 
floor, the food was ten times better than that in the training  building.

John held off eating his lunch, until after he had fed  Dan. Dan finally 
managed a small smile, but he was yet to utter one single  word.

The team members were given the chore, while there, of  cleaning up after 
every meal; which seemed easy enough and rather enjoyable  compared to being in 
the other building.

After everybody was  settled in, having chosen their own beds and allowed to 
have a real shower for  the first time in a week they turned all of their 
attention to  Dan.

They located a molded plastic chair which had been stored in a  closet and 
used the chair for Dan to sit on while in the shower. All the slaves  helped 
bath Dan. Even though the water was cold, Dan enjoyed the refreshing  scent of 
soap and the attention his sore cock and balls were receiving. Logan  and Lucas 
lifted Dan's legs off the floor, spreading them wide enough for John  to scrub 
his swollen and torn rectum.

The trainer seemed pleased so  far, as all of the slaves were tending to Dan 
and making sure that they  themselves remained clean. A dirty slave is of no 
use to a proper  master.

There was enough, new, toothbrushes for each of them as  well. Billy put a 
toothbrush in Dan's hand, but Dan's mind couldn't comprehend  what the brush was 
for; so Billy grabbed Dan's hand and helped him brush his  teeth.

The instructor asked the slaves if they'd forgotten  anything, to which they 
replied 'no'. Approaching the slaves, he continued  speaking, and asking 
questions about what they had learned in the other building  (s). Indeed they had 
forgotten something, but it wasn't something for which they  could be punished.

The instructor pointed to Dan's clamped  catheter, which immediately got the 
slaves attention. Calling for the assistant,  the instructor had him double 
time it over to the main building and get the  package designed for such slaves.

Upon returning the assistant  handed the bag directly to Logan, who in turn 
opened it up and discovered a long  length of clear vinyl tubing and a urine 
collection bag. After figuring out  which end goes where, Logan  quickly 
attached it to the catheter and  released the clamp. Piss flowed out of Dan like a 
runaway freight  train.

Again, the instructor pointed out their mistake. The mistake  was a big one, 
but again, not one which would be reported nor any action taken,  this time. 
What the slaves had failed to do, upon noting Dan's clamped catheter  was to 
have one of them get down between Dan's legs and released the clamp, thus  
allowing piss to flow into the slaves mouth. But for now, this time, the need to  
get the bladder drained completely was of the utmost  importance.

The slaves instantly began having a good relationship  with the instructor. 
His methods of teaching would take them well along their  new lives. He made 
them think, not just do.

The two young slaves  busied themselves with 'normal' housework, the kind 
your mom made you do when  you were young. They even stopped a couple of times to 
answer a few questions  from the other slaves. 

With things going this good, none of them  even thought about the next day or 
even that first night in a bed as a slave.  That is except John. He had 
excelled in his training. He bounced up off the  floor and clamored around looking 
for the bed sheets and pillows. Once he had  located them he immediately went 
about making the beds for the nights  sleep.  The others sat and watched, 
while keeping Dan company.  

The instructor tossed out several suggestions for the slaves,  about their 
afternoon activities. Even though the air was now well into the low  nineties 
outside, they collectively decided that they could combine two things  at once. 
They could get their exercising in at the same time they worked with  Dan.

Lucas told Dan what they were all going to do and Dan just sat  there, in his 
own world. This once again brought back visions of Troy and the  hatred for 
him kept building.

Lucas and Logan got Dan to a standing  position. Billy stood facing Dan while 
John stood directly behind  Dan.

As Lucas and Logan held Dan up, by his arms and shoulders they  began walking 
forward, Billy was walking backward, keeping a constant eye on  Dan, and John 
followed behind making sure he'd be there if any of the others  lost control 
with Dan.  John was the one talking Dan through every step.  John and the rest 
of them wanted and needed their friend back.  

Once outside, the group continued on; half dragging and half  carrying Dan, 
until after about a hundred yards or so, Dan seemed to be getting  the hang of 
it. None of them let go, but they did change positions, giving one  another a 
break from supporting Dan's weight. The more Dan tried to move his  legs and 
feet, the easier it became for his team mates.  They continued  walking for 
another thirty minutes or so; with the goal of reaching the large  shade tree 
where hopefully the instructor would let them take a short  break.

The closer they got to the shade tree, Dan started acting  very strange, 
mumbling words which couldn't be understood and his legs returned  to rubber. Once 
they arrived and everybody was sitting on the cool grass, they  tried to 
figure out what Dan seemed upset about.

Sometimes, the  easy things in life are the hardest to figure out. Dan's mind 
was trying to tell  the others about the tree….. The other side of this tree…
Finally, John  figured it out.  On the other side of the tree was the large 
wooden  platform where Dan was strung up and his team mates were first made to 
piss down  Dan's throat and where they also shit on him, and yes even whipped 
him. Without  saying a word to the others John pushed the others aside and 
grabbed hold of  Dan, not wanting to let go. John began to cry profusely and even 
Dan's mind  allowed for a couple of tears to escape. 

John wanted to say he was  sorry, but he knew he couldn't. John simply yet 
quietly told Dan, that that part  of his training was over for now, for today at 
least.  The others followed  suit as they figured it all out. The sense of 
shame befell them all, yet they  knew that they were made to do what they did, 
for fear of punishment. Now the  question would be, would they do it all over 
again or would they opt for the  punishment. 

Strange how the mind and thought process work  sometimes, isn't it?

Dan just sat there, his mind still trying to  cope with the question, ' who 
was that man that pissed on  me?'



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