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Team  Effort   Chapter49

As the slaves continued to finish  their assigned work, one by one they 
filtered into Master Blacks room and took  on their proper kneeling position. Adam 
had remained calm throughout, and hadn't  even noticed the other slaves around 
the room, all staring at his  mouth.

Satisfied, for now, Master Black simply left the impaling  dildo lodged in 
his slaves' throat while he rose from his chair and once again  went into the 
small closet for who knows what.

Adam couldn't see  his master; but just from the sounds in the room, he 
surmised that Master Black  was seeking something even more cynical to use in the 
slaves  training.

Returning to Adam, Master Black simply sat another dildo  onto the seat of 
the chair. This allowed Adam ample time, in his position to see  it clearly and 
ponder the size and length of it; knowing that this, too, would  find its way 
into his mouth and down his throat.

Master Black moved  amongst the kneeling slaves, still without saying a word, 
and was now climbing  onto the bed, between Adams outstretched and bound legs.

Just as  soon as Master Black began to speak, all eyes in the room focused 
immediately  from Adams' mouth up to the master.

"Slave", he began, "you've done  well so far. What you need now is more 
training on your balls, or should I say  'the' balls, or better yet, 'my balls' 
since they belong to me now. I want you  to have wonderful pig balls. A slave 
such as yourself deserves to have only the  best, and I, your master, will see to 
it that you get what you need and  deserve."

Master Black had taken two long pieces of rawhide from  the closet, as well. 
Taking one of them, he began to wrap and separate Adams'  balls. The first 
piece of rawhide was mostly finding its way around just one of  the testicles, as 
Master Black was also applying a downward pressure on Adams'  scrotal weight. 
Moans of pain came hurdling past Adams' dildo stuffed throat, as  more 
pressure was being applied and more leather was wound around the one  ball.

Master Black soon began the same methodical process on the  other ball, and 
when he was satisfied with how the slaves' balls were pressing  firmly against 
the thin skin of the scrotum he raised himself up on the bed;  staring down at 
his 'handiwork'.

Seeming pleased, Master Black  reached into one of the pockets, of his 
shorts, and retrieved two long eye  bolts.

Each of the bolts was then screwed into a small threaded  hole on the ball 
stretcher, and Master Black then attached the loose end of each  rawhide strip 
to one of the bolts; pulling extremely tight, causing not only the  balls to be 
mercilessly pulled out from under the dick but also making the  slaves' dick 
to rise higher into the air. Adam was screaming throughout the  final process 
as it felt to him that his entire insides were being extracted  from deep 
within his own abdomen.

>From Master Black's position,  there was no way that he could see the tears 
flowing down Adams' face, but the  other slaves could easily see.

"That is much better my slave. In  time we will have beautiful low hanging 
balls for others to see and for me to  play with. Now you must also understand 
that since we've started the process,  that it is imperative that we always 
keep some form of pressure on these things  so that your skin will stretch and 
then as the skin stretches we can adjust your  bindings. Won't that be a lot of 
fun? I just know that you are going to love the  new you!"

Returning, now, to the head of his slave, Master Black  seemed quite pleased 
with his latest session. Picking up the dildo which was  left on the chair, 
the master sat down looking down the full length of his  slave; while Adam kept 
his eyes on every motion, every muscle of his  master.

Master Black, grasping the small end of the dildo in Adams'  mouth and throat 
began slowly withdrawing it. As the latex ramrod slid out of  the slaves' 
mouth, copious amounts of saliva streamed out as well; until the  entire invader 
had been removed. The throat impaler glistened as the light shone  on it, as 
all eyes in the room were amazed to see just how long the fake dick  really 
was. The slave was then allowed an, ever so brief, rest break to gather  up his 
wits and to get some good air exchange going into his  body.

"That went well too, don't you think?" asked Master Black,  not really the 
type of question he'd expect an answer to. "Now let's just see  how well you can 
learn on the next size up. I'm sure you will do just fine  slave, and you 
won't have any of those gagging and spitting fits you had when we  started you 
lesson, now will you."

Adam knew that the question  wasn't one to be answered, as he continued 
looking up into his masters' face and  those beautiful eyes. Master Black waited, 
but not long, willing to wait to see  if his slave would be the one to signal 
when the lesson would begin  again.

Twenty minutes later, and the throat fucker was deep into  the slaves' 
throat, where Master Black simply left the remainder of it hang down  from the 
slaves' mouth. It was easy to see that the slave was breathing okay,  simply by the 
master watching the rise and fall of the slaves'  chest.

After double checking the slaves' balls, assuring himself  that the bindings 
were not overly tight, Master Black left the room. The  kneeling slaves were 
left there to do nothing except to keep a vigil over Adam  in case there was a 
situation needing a master's attention.

"My  slave is going quite well, so far". Master Black informed the other 
masters  seated around the living room. "I'll be checking in on him before we sit 
for the  evening meal. I'm sure the other slaves will be keeping all their 
eyes on him,  as I noted most of them like the way I dressed up Adams' balls. 
Perhaps the  others would like to have their balls trussed up like his and then 
they'd know  just what my slave is going through to please his master."

The  other masters commended Master Black on how well things seemed to be 
going with  his new slave, recalling all of the problems he had had with his 
former slave  'toilet'.

"I'm going to be busy this week packing", Master Black  started off, "but 
with a new eager slave to help me, I'm sure we will be ready  to leave by Friday. 
My cousin will be renting my place, so I'll be able to keep  up the mortgage 
and insurance payments, until he can purchase the place on his  own. 

At least we will have a fairly well equipped educational  building, and 
better once all the items arrive and we can build the other things  ourselves, 
saving tons of money. With everything from my dungeon and things from  you guys, 
we'd be hard pressed to find another place which could out do, or out  teach 
ours. With team effort the farm should be a stunning success. So much so  that 
I'd be willing to bet, that other folks who dreamed of owning a slave, just  
might get one and send them to us, just for 'basic training' and that should  
prove to be a cash flow far beyond imagination."

All of the masters  quickly agreed with Master Black, all eager to have him 
take most of their own  personal gear to the farm when he went.

Adam had endured just over  an hour with his master, and now time was 
standing still, with nothing to do  except breathing control, as all of the slaves 
kept him company, that is except  for the two in the kitchen, preparing the 
nightly meal. However, there wasn't  much for them to do at present, as the main 
course was in the oven; leaving them  to just kneel and remain silent until 
called upon.

Josh was coming  through the back door, followed by the two remaining slaves. 
They looked awful,  to say the least. Master Josh had discovered them 
slacking off in their cleaning  of the slave building and had to administer immediate 
 punishment.

Master Josh stopped in the kitchen long enough to fix  himself a cool drink, 
before joining the other masters; where he was quickly  brought up to speed on 
what conversations he'd missed and he also got a status  report on Adam and 
the others. Josh his two red welted slaves into the back  bedroom to join the 
others.

Master Will could begin to see the look  of concern on Bens' face, and in the 
most reassuring way, he told Ben that his  decision to re-open the farm was a 
splendid idea.
Such re-affirming comments  from Will, gave the others the opportunity to 
bolster Bens' dreams and ambitions  as well.

It was going to work out just fine. With Carlos on board  along with Master 
Black, everything would work out, allowing Ben the time he'd  need to get the 
main farm structure up and running smoothly. Josh would follow  in a months 
time and Master Will would make weekend trips to the  farm.

Ben could only speak of how beautiful and well manicured  everything used to 
be, and how he was hoping to return the farm back into the  pristine place it 
once was. Ben sort of laughed, when he began telling the  others how nice it 
will be to see the huge front lawn mowed and all raked up.  "To see slaves 
walking behind mowers, once a week, mowing almost two acres of  the finest grass 
in the state, will be a marvelous sight."

"And",  he continued, "I know who I'll have in place to keep the house all 
nice and  clean, not to mention to cook as well. At least two will be cleaning 
out the old  barns and one will be helping Master Black with the educational 
building. Then  when the others arrive, things will move along even faster and 
more efficiently,  that I'm sure of."

The two slaves in the kitchen overheard the last  part of his conversation, 
looking at each other as if to say, 'what other  slaves' is he talking about?

The kitchen slaves rose to their feet,  one began setting the huge table for 
the master's dinner while the other was  busy stirring and mixing something on 
top of the stove and checking whatever he  was cooking in the oven.

All of the masters seemed, now, to want to  take a peek at Master Blacks 
room. As they walked in, the first thing they saw  was Adam; beautifully laid out 
and bound to the bed. The slaves dick was  standing straight up towards the 
ceiling and they could easily see the dildo  impaling his mouth. Walking between 
and around the kneeling slaves, each of them  got a look at how Master Black 
had bound up his slaves  balls.

"Damn, Black, you sure know how to use a pair of balls. They  look totally 
awesome and you were right. I for one, think the others shouldn't  be left out 
of  the loop, so perhaps after dinner you can show us how you  wrapped the 
slaves balls so pretty", Josh exclaimed in an over-joyous  manner.

Each master then purposely felt, fondled, and squeezed the  slaves' balls, 
noting how tight and smooth they were, not to mention just how  adorable and 
proper they looked.

The kneeling slaves were order out  of the room, with 'toilet' and 'tits' 
ordered into the bathroom for urinal  duty.

Two by two, the masters relived themselves into the two well  trained mouths, 
as Master Black retrieved the dildo from Adams' mouth. Alone now  with his 
slave, Master Black spoke softly and privately to his slave for a short  length 
of time, before he released the slaves bindings on his ankles and wrist.  

It was a sure thing that Master Black had told his slave that all  the other 
slaves would be watching him from here on out, to see what  transformations 
were done on him and that Adam would also continue his training,  long before 
and way after any of the others. Master Black needed, wanted and  desired his 
slave to be the best of all on the farm. Working and serving him  well, in the 
educational building, seven days a week.

The masters  were soon sitting down and enjoying a nice home cooked meal with 
all the  trimmings, while all the slaves knelt, heads bowed, completing a 
full circle  behind all of the masters.

For what ever reason, still unknown to  this day, when the masters were 
finished eating they refilled their plates with  all the food which was remaining 
and set the plates on the floor, next to  them.

Five plates and eight slaves would make for an interesting  time. Once the 
command to 'eat' was giving the slaves knelt on all fours and  began eating; 
sharing, if you will, the plate of food with one other slave. In  no time, the 
plates were empty and licked spotless. 

The two slaves  who'd prepared the meal were given verbal compliments, as two 
other slaves were  ordered to 'tidy up' the kitchen.

The masters soon made their way  out onto the front porch, each taking a seat 
in one of the many wooden rocking  chairs. The six slaves crawled diligently 
behind the masters and finally stopped  and knelt upright, heads bowed.

Adam looked the prettiest of them  all now. His bound and ever stretching 
balls glistening in the fading light of  the sun. Had Adam finally come to the 
realization of what his future held in  store for him, only time would tell.

As before, the masters began  talking of Sundays festivities, leaving out any 
mention of that one 'special  guest'. There was a small amount of slave 
movement detected when Master Ben  began talking about the parents arrival and what 
they would be seeing once they  got there. Nothing was said to any of the 
slaves about not remaining perfectly  still, although Master Black made a mental 
note of it; perhaps to bring it to  the surface at a later time and different 
location.

It wasn't long  before the aroma of coffee filled the air, as the two kitchen 
slaves came out  onto the porch; each carrying a tray filled with cups of hot 
 coffee.

Once the masters had finished their coffee and the cups  were removed, Ben 
looked over to Mike and commanded his presence. Mike crawled  over to his master 
and dutifully knelt before him.

"mutt, I'm in  need of a urinal. Do you think you can handle the task or 
should I get the mouth  spreader for you to have?"

There was only a slight hesitation on  Mikes' part before he worked his way 
in between his masters' legs. Mike slowly  raised his head, making eye contact 
with Ben; who now had a smile on his  face.
Mike carefully unzipped his masters' shorts, and then, using his mouth,  
removed his masters' cock. Using his tongue, Mike raised the cock just high  
enough to get it into his mouth and gently closed his lips around it, making a  
good, tight seal.

Closing his eyes, Master Ben willed himself to  release his piss into the 
slaves' mouth, with Mike doing an excellent job not  spilling any. Ben was now 
more than ever pleased with his new slave. He gently  and caringly strokes the 
boys' stubbly head.

One by one, each of  the master's made use of the urinal. And Mike didn't 
disappoint any of  them.

As it was nearing darkness, all of the slaves were ordered to  get to their 
building and ready themselves for sleep. Crawling quickly off the  porch, down 
to the 'slave building' and doing the last enema cleaning of the  day, and 
quick rinse; before taking up the same positions as the first  night.

Not long afterwards, the masters arrived. Looking underneath  the four cots 
they found the slaves who seemed to be pleased that the day was  over.

The slaves on top of the cots weren't so sure. It was Shaun,  tonight, who 
had his body re-positioned and his mouth held open by the  spreaders; now ready 
to be the urinal for the other four slaves,should that need  arise.

Master Black tended to his slave, taking the slave balls and  adding some 
rope to the leather ends and tightly pulling them up over the slaves  head; 
causing his slave to moan in discomfort. In doing so, the slaves dick was  now held 
firm on his stomach, with the piss slit pointing directly at his  face.

Shaun was the only slave who didn't receive 'special  treatment' before the 
lights were turned off. 

Time now for the  masters to really relax and enjoy one and others company, 
without all the  distractions of slaves. Some of the masters chose to stay 
outside on the front  porch, while others ventured into the living room, Will 
checking his email;  commenting that more video pics were awaiting him from Austin 
 Center.

This was going to be a fun and relaxing evening for the  masters. Time to 
think and ponder the days ahead; not to mention their upcoming  responsibilities.

While Will began opening his email, Ben dropped  to his knees between Wills' 
legs and exposed his friends cock, sucking ever so  lovingly and with a great 
deal of passion.

Josh sat in the chair  trying not to watch, at least not appear to be 
watching as he tried to read up  on Florida's slave training and requirements.

Master Black and  Carlos were into deep conversation about the rapid, yet 
good, changes which had  been happening to them. Both seemed excited for Ben and 
for the chance to be  'free'; working on the farm and with their slaves. Their 
lives and all the  others lives were forever changed.

After an hour or so, all the  masters cleaned up and got themselves ready for 
bed. And just like the night  before Will slept with Ben; but on this night, 
Josh made his way into Master  Black's bed, leaving Carlos to sleep alone this 
one night.

Mother  Nature also had gone to sleep, the night air still and full of wild 
fragrances;  the only sounds audible, if you listened hard enough, were the 
ones coming from  the slaves building.  Um, what's up with that?

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