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Team Effort   Chapter 54


The contractor finally left, and for a short  time Ben was left to himself to 
think of all the work which he'd asked the man  to do. But thankfully, this 
contractor was a 'townie' and knew his job very  well. He'd be bringing in all 
the other contractors needed to do the required  work, the day of tomorrow.

Returning to the house he found all the  slaves working away at whatever it 
was that Randy had told them to do. Carlos  was upstairs in his room, unpacking 
his things and Randy was in the  kitchen.

Ben was quite satisfied with how quickly the slaves had  made the house 
presentable. He made sure that he complimented Randy on his good  works.

He waited until Carlos came downstairs, so that he could  bring him up to 
speed on what the general contractor was going to be  doing.

As they sat around the kitchen table, talking about the  upcoming work, Randy 
couldn't help but to hear every word  spoken.

"Excuse me Sir", Randy interrupted, "but if you don't mind,  I'd just as soon 
finish the house cleaning by myself. The boy's….err…. slaves  have done a 
nice job, but I want to go over everything at least one more time  before I'm 
completely satisfied, Sir. That way, I figure, that the slaves will  be able to 
see just how clean, clean really is, Sir."

Master Ben  looked at Carlos with a grin on his face before speaking. "Well 
Randy, that  sounds like an excellent idea. In fact, there is work to be done 
before the  contractors arrive on Wednesday, and having five slaves to help me 
will be of  tremendous value.

Now, since we are on the subject, Randy, I'm  curious as to what your friends 
call you, you know, like your nickname.  Furthermore, I feel as if we need to 
get you into something more suited for your  position. I'm thinking about 
some loose fitting shorts, tanktops, and leather  sandals. And I honestly don't 
feel that there is any need for you to be wearing  that hideous underwear that 
most gays wear. Perhaps, we should have discussed it  before you signed on, 
but that's water over the dam now, isn't  it."

"Yes Sir," started Randy, "well I don't normally like wearing  these jeans, 
but I wasn't sure what to wear today, knowing that there'd be a lot  of 
cleaning going on. I have some shorts in my room, which I can change  into."

Randy didn't wait for a reply. He darted off into his room  and in a minute 
he was back, standing there in shorts, tee shirt, and sandals.  Ben gave him a 
look over, as he stood up from the table. Ben began looking  through drawers, 
until he found the scissors. He knelt down in front of Randy  and began 
cutting the shorts…… really short. "Do you have shorts anywhere that  are this 
short?" Ben asked the blushing Randy. Randy looked down and not only  could he 
detect his cock head exposed, he now had the beginnings of a  stiffy.

Carlos had gotten up, entering Randy's room, only to return  with all of the 
mans shorts, underwear, and shirts. Carlos dropped all of the  underwear onto 
the floor, as he and Ben checked over the shorts. None were short  enough. So 
the whole armful of clothing went to the  floor.

"Tomorrow you and I shall purchase you some new 'uniforms',  so that when you 
answer the door and greet our guests, you will be properly  attired."

"Yes, Sir, thank you Sir", replied Randy. "Oh and Sir, in  school the other 
boys used to call me "Queenie" Sir"

"Then,  'Queenie', shall be what we call you from now on" Master Ben quipped 
with a  broad smile.

A loud knock on the front door, and Master Ben sent  'Queenie' to investigate.

As the guest was being ushered to the  kitchen, they passed by one slave 
working away in the living room, and another  toiling on his hands and knees in 
the parlor. The man, un-nerved by the sights,  simply smiled at the slaves as 
they looked up to see who had  arrived.

'Queenie' introduced the masters to the gentleman, who  turns out is the 
mechanic Ben had contacted about going over all of the farm  equipment, getting it 
in good running condition.

The three men,  exited the house heading for the large building which houses 
the tractors and  the like; as 'queenie' was finding it hard to control his 
sexual urges, now that  he wasn't wearing undies and his cockhead was 
semi-exposed below his  shorts.

He quickly gathered up the clothes on the floor and placed  them into a large 
plastic bag, setting it outside the back door; before going  off to check on 
the cleaning details.

Little to no talk was done  between he and the slaves. He apparently was just 
glad that the dirtiest of work  was being done by them, and not him. He knew 
that it would take him at least  three more days of cleaning before he felt 
satisfied.

With some of  the windows still open, all of the slaves could hear the 
rumblings of engines,  trying to start. They all paused to find an open window; 
looking in the  direction of the noise. 'Queenie' couldn't help but love the naked 
butts, he was  looking at, as the slaves leaned out the windows.

Carlos and Ben  could been seen walking from that one building to yet 
another, leaving the  mechanic to his tasks. The slaves looked out over the front 
yard, as it looked  so much better now than it did five hours ago. What also 
struck the slaves as  odd, were the amount of cars driving down, this once, 
isolated road.  

Apparently, the man from the electric company was already  spreading the word 
about the towns' first group of slaves; and the town's people  were anxious 
to see for themselves. If it wasn't for the 'straight' world, our  lives would 
be so boring.

A simple shout from 'Queenie', grabbed  the slaves attention and they quickly 
got back into their assigned  tasks.

Outside, Ben and Carlos stood beneath a large Oak tree,  availing themselves 
of the natural shade; while they continued their  discussions.

The game plan for tomorrow, Tuesday, would be for  three slaves to assist in 
tearing out some of the sections in the 'slave  quarters, the educational 
building, and the last building; which for now was  going to be used to house the 
team mates, who were heading for Florida. 'pup'  and 'pussy' would be placed 
on another day of yard duty; mowing and raking the  sides and the back lawn 
surrounding the house and if time permitted, to help  Master Ben with trimming 
the shrubs and bushes.

The sound of one of  the tractors revving up got the two men heading for the 
shop. Before they could  even get half way, the mechanic was atop the largest 
of the tractors, heading  out the back drive; taking the machine for a 'test 
drive'.

"Damn  Ben!" Carlos shouted with happiness in his voice, "That guy sure must 
know his  shit, to get that tractor up and running this quick."

"He's being  paid enough, so I'd hope he knows what the fuck he's doing," Ben 
answered back.  "If I'd called into Ocala for help, I could have gotten it a 
lot cheaper, but  I'm the kind of guy that wants to help out our local economy 
first, if I  can."

Ben could see five naked bodies standing on the front porch,  all watching 
the big tractor and the mechanic driving around the building, on  the back road; 
changing gears, speeding up, slowing down and making that big  bucket thing 
up front go up and down. It made his so happy to see and to know  that these 
slaves truly wanted to be here.

He wasn't sure how the  indentured slaves were going to fit in, hoping that 
they'd all do well,  adjusting as everyone else has to. Time would tell.

"Hey, let's go  around to the kitchen and see if we can't rustle up some more 
ice tea, and maybe  even surprise the fuck out of everyone, including 
'Queenie". 

Well,  to make a long story short, they didn't surprise 'Queenie'. He was 
outside the  back, watching the mechanic put the tractor through its paces.

"I'm  sorry Sir" he began, "I was just wanting to see the tractor."

"Bull  shit", Carlos barked, "All you really wanted to do was to gawk at a 
our  half-naked mechanic. I bet you'd love to get your pussy mouth around his 
big  thick cock. You girls are all alike!"

Carlos turned to Ben, trying  his damnedest not to bust out laughing. That 
didn't work either. 'Queenie'  blushed from the verbal abuse, discovering that 
it wasn't meant to be  harsh.

The three males went inside, Ben and Carlos quickly  quenching their thirst; 
as 'Queenie' took the largest glass in the house and  fixed the mechanic an 
ice tea; rapidly exiting the kitchen, glass in hand,  waving down the fast 
moving tractor.

For sure, even on a bad day at  the farm, the masters knew that there was at 
least one person, so far, that  could help cheer them up. 'God save the Queen' 
was the toast between the two  masters as they clanked their glasses together.

A slight commotion  caused the masters to turn; and there knelt five of the 
most beautiful slaves in  the world.

"What is this?" asked Master Ben. "you are all done the  chores 'Queenie' 
assigned you?"

Like a choir, the slaves answered  "yes Master".

"Very good, I see the hour is late, and you all look  a might dirty. So go 
out and take another hose from the shed and hook it up in  the back. Then I want 
you all to wash up really good. I'll assist later tonight  in your enemas, 
but for now, I want you all squeaky clean. So  get!"

"Master?" the 'pup' shyly began to ask, "if Master would  permit us to have 
something to drink first Sir?"

"Well it is hot as  hell in here, since we haven't turned on any of the air 
conditioners, so perhaps  you are correct slave." Master Ben replied.

Just another thing Ben  had to deal with, no central a/c, but in time they'd 
all get accustomed to  working outdoors and just having room air conditioners.

Carlos  rummaged around the kitchen, finding some really large steel mixing 
bowls. He  filled each with water and ice and placed them on the floor, for the 
 slaves.

As the slaves lapped up the water, each of them knew that  from this moment 
on, they'd best never, ever, forget that they were  slaves.

Master Black and Adam made it home safely and Master Black  wasted no time in 
using his slave as his urinal, anticipating teaching his slave  the art of 
'toilet training'. For the next few days, Adam wouldn't have much  time to think 
of his friends; as Master Black had about ten days worth of work  to cram in 
to four days, not to mention his ongoing training. 

Josh  was already barking commands at 'cumdump' and 'tits', about what to box 
up, what  to set outside by the street; so on and so forth.

Will was rapidly  coming to terms with everything which had happened over the 
last week or so. He  knew that work, tomorrow, would be pure hell; so he 
delegated the remainder of  this day to whatever he felt he needed to do, 
regarding the farm, the indentured  slaves, and the wide range of parents.

He must have made twenty  phone calls, before he just had to call Ben; to 
find out how the afternoon had  gone.

Ben was happy to get the call, unsure whether Will was going  to call or not 
sometime today.

Will filled Ben in on everything  he'd accomplished. The slaves were just 
about to cross over into Louisiana from  Texas, the whole group of parents (of 
the indentured slaves), were going to meet  with Will on Thursday, and the other 
parents were all home and doing nicely.  

Ben apprised Will of everything which had transpired so far, to  which Will 
was totally surprised; and that made Will feel a little less  important, which 
he casually mentioned to his best friend Ben.

"Now  you fucking listen to me Will," Ben began to shout. "I will never be 
able to do  this without you, and if you hadn't of helped me out so much already 
I'd be in  deep shit. So I don't want to hear anymore talk like that coming 
out of you  fucking mouth! Do you hear me?"

"I didn't mean it like that" Will  came back with his reply. "All I was 
saying is that you have done so much  already that I didn't think everything would 
come together so fast; and I'm so  proud of you Ben, that it makes me sick to 
be so far away."

"Well,  tonight, I'm sending you some digital pics on the laptop, so you can 
see for  yourself. Hell, if I was a betting man, I'd bet that 'Queenie' is 
right this  minute sucking on the mechanics cock."

"Who the fuck is Queenie?"  Will asked

Ben explained the whole Randy situation, including the  old van.

Their conversation ended on an up note, both men feeling  better now that 
they got to talk to one another; with assurances to talk again  before they each 
went to bed for the night.

Ben checked the time,  as he heard whistling in the kitchen. 

Before Ben even got to the  kitchen, the whistling turned into song; and as 
he stood there, in the doorway,  he watched as 'Queenie' busied himself with 
preparing dinner; with a huge smile  on his face. Hmmm

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