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Team Effort  Chapter 52

Although it had been a good weekend at the retreat, the  events of Sunday in 
Texas were a little more challenging, for some. Thankfully  for Dan, he'd been 
allowed to sleep the greater part of  Saturday.

Sunday morning, like all the others was the same. Up and  shower, then eat, 
then take care of Dan; seemed to be the norm for the other  team mates; however 
working in unison and with team effort, their tasks became  easier.

Dan showed all the signs of getting stronger, able to stand  erect with only 
a little help. His appetite had begun to return, as he slowly  consumed his 
entire breakfast consisting of nothing more than slave chow and  water.

The 'doctor' arrived again, checking on all of the body  piercings and Dan's 
surgical sight. He even replaced Dans' catheter and left a  new urine 
collection bag with the instructor.

Shortly after the  'doctor' had left, the man all of the slaves had seen a 
few days ago, on the  wide screen television appeared through the doorway. Most 
of the slaves recalled  his face and voice, except for Dan. He, too, inspected 
and surveyed the slaves;  checking on body and skin condition. He also had a 
lengthy talk with the  instructor about the slaves.

With the slave quarters all clean and  presentable, the instructor led the 
whole group outside; presumably for a nice,  easy paced walk. Dan was struggling 
to walk upright, but his team mates  continued to assist him and voiced 
encouraging words as well. The two young  slaves bantered about, not staying in 
line nor remaining silent. They were  acting like to little kids on a school 
playground.

As the group  passed the all too familiar large tree, there were no sounds 
coming from the  nearby training platform. They continued their walk for some 
thousand yards,  before coming to an oasis, of sorts.

Had it not been for the past  two weeks, the whole group of slaves would have 
thought that they were in some  resort spa. There were lounge chairs, a 
sparkling swimming pool, tables with  umbrellas and even waiters. Of course, here, 
the waiters were naked, tanned and  well oiled.

The instructor assigned each of the slaves a lounge  chair, and when they 
were laid out, each was assigned their own personal  attendant. Each boy was 
massaged with delicately scented oils, that is except  the two young slaves; who'd 
already jumped head first into the cool waters of  the pool. 

John, Logan, Billy and Lucas all had stiff dicks in no  time, regardless of 
their large Prince Albert ring, dangling for the entire  world to see. The 
attendants, paid special attention to all of the dicks and  balls, applying extra 
oil and massaging them much longer than the rest of the  slaves' bodies. The 
fragrance of the oil was intoxicating, making the slaves  rather a randy bunch; 
as they all began groping the dicks of their respective  attendant.
What was the purpose of all this attention, they thought, but then  who the 
hell cares. They were enjoying it to much to give a  shit.

Their instructor passed by each chair, checking on the rub  downs and 
informing the slaves that they would have three hours maximum at the  pool. "You also 
are permitted to speak freely with your fellow slaves, your  attendants, the 
two young ones, and if you care to; you can even converse with  me.

When the instructor got to the last chair, Dans', he noticed a  totally 
different scenario than the other four. Dan was laying there, eyes  closed, and the 
attendant had Dans' knees bent, feet flat on the chair. Dan's  front 
glistened in the late morning sun, as did his dick and balls. The  attendant was 
finger fucking the slave using three fingers, coated with the  scented oils. Dan 
was quiet and not moving, not even an eyelid.

As  the instructor stood there looking, the attendant quietly said, "Sir, I 
believe  this slave has fallen fast asleep". 

"Yes", said the instructor,  "the slave is one of only a few who undergo such 
radical transformations here at  the ISA, and tomorrow this group will be 
leaving us. Here take this and connect  it to the boys catheter, (handing the 
attendant a piss collection bag). Just  allow him to sleep, but make sure you get 
him flipped over so he doesn't burn or  end up one side brown and the other 
side white."

The instructor was  making his way over to the umbrella table, when he was 
asked a question by  Logan. "Sir, this slave wishes to thank sir for the 
wonderful day, and would ask  permission Sir, if we slaves can cum today Sir?"

"This is your free  time slave," answered the instructor, "should you desire, 
have the need for, cum  shooting, then that is strictly up to you. But, I'd 
sure take the opportunity to  shoot 'dick spit' all the time with the attention 
your dicks are getting today.  This sort of treatment isn't offered too many 
slaves, and then only a selected  few who are scheduled to leave shortly."

"Thank You Sir", was the  reply.

"Sir, excuse me Sir, but I was wondering", Billy meekly  spoke, "I was 
wondering Sir, when is it that we are leaving? I heard Sir mention  that we were, 
but when exactly would that be Sir? And where are we going and  what will be 
required to do once we get to wherever, Sir? And, Sir are we all  going to the 
same place Sir?"

"That sure is a lot of questions  slave," the instructor now glaring at 
Billy, from beneath the shade of the large  umbrella. "First question first, you 
and your buddies will be leaving here  tomorrow, late in the afternoon. Your new 
owners have acquired one of the better  modes of transportation for you, 
which is a hundred times better than that slave  transport you arrived in. Second 
question answer is, you all are going back to  Florida. Third question answer 
is, you all will be staying together, as there  are two owners for the lot of 
you. Fourth question answer is, you all will be  working on a farm which is 
being revitalized for one of your new owners. You  will do a lot of manual 
labor, and you will always be available to your owners  for sex. You all have been 
trained constantly on sucking cock and taking cock up  your ass, so that won't 
be a problem for any of you.

Now before any  of you ask another question, let me just say this; the 
gentleman who saw you  this morning is a close friend to one of your new owners. If 
it were not for  that man, you saw, perhaps you all would have a worse life 
than you are going  to. Matter of fact, one of your new owners used to work here 
under our  apprentice program and he left here as one of the best trained 
masters in the  country. If I were you, I'd not be getting him upset, as he knows 
how to use  every available piece of equipment on every inch of a male body 
to cause pain,  harm, permanent injury and even death. But, on the other hand 
he is one of the  nicest, caring men I've ever met. So you can have it your way 
or his way, no  matter. It is because of your new masters that you are all 
here at the pool  today, so that should give you some indication on just how 
nice he can be. To  understand how bad it can be for you, just recall the slave 
who you have been  pissing on and into, not to mention shitting on and in. You 
saw that he, too,  was nearly identical to your buddy there, and that is due 
to your new masters as  well. 

It is my understanding, he continues, that Florida has some  pretty strict 
laws governing slaves who work farms, so I'm not able to tell you  all that much 
about them, but I do know that should you even attempt to leave  your 
indentured service there, that you will end up back here, never to leave,  and always 
in pain; so I'd advise each of you to support one an other and do  your level 
best. I'm sure you will have many days of anguish and suffering until  you 
get acclimated to your new lives."

The loud sound from John of  "Jesus, Fuck, Shit, Damn, Eat Me Bitch" stopped 
the instructor dead in his  tracks; as a fountain of sperm flew out of the two 
holes in Johns' dick. It was  truly a gorgeous sight to behold. A glistening 
body of the slave, arched up from  the lounge chair as he pumped four steady 
streams of semen from his dick, as the  attendant maintained his stroking 
action with one hand and manipulating Johns'  prostate with two fingers on his 
other hand.

The instructor burst  out into uncontrollable laughter, as he witnessed the 
glorious occasion. Quickly  the instructor called for the two young slaves to 
lap up the slave seed;  dripping cool water from their bodies all over John, as 
they slurped and  swallowed every fragment of cum, off of his oiled skin.

As John  regained his senses, another slave approached him, offering him a 
cold glass of  ice tea. John could only look at the frosty glass, amazed that 
the beverage  wasn't in a bowl.

The instructor once again started up his  conversation, where he'd left off. 
"Since the one slave is sleeping soundly  through all of this, I'm expecting 
each of you to bring him up to speed on all  which is spoken of here. Now then, 
what further questions do you have for  me?"

John fired off the next question, "Sir, who has bought us? And  why does he 
think we'd be of any use on a farm Sir? And Sir, can this slave have  
permission to drink from the glass of tea Sir?"

Again the  instructor laughed. "Indeed slave, drink your drink. As to who has 
purchased  you, well, I've not been told not to tell you, so I shall answer 
that question  as well. A fine gentleman has purchased Dan and Logan. Matter of 
fact he's the  one who owns the farm. You, John, along with Lucas and Billy 
have been purchased  by the close friend of the farms owner. I'd be willing to 
bet that both of the  owners are 'closer than you'd imagine'. There was talk 
about somebody else  buying one of you, but the financial obligations were 
better suited to the two  which did purchase you. As to the question of why did he 
purchase you, well, on  a farm such as his; youth and muscle will certainly 
go a long way. And besides,  none of you are ugly and your good looks will only 
enhance the pleasures your  new masters will receive when they fuck you or 
order you to suck their  cocks."

By now, the other three slaves were beyond asking  questions, as their 
impending cumshooting was nearing finality. In like fashion,  they too, erupted into 
verbiage befitting a piece of 'trailer trash' as ropes of  'cock-snot' flew 
all over human flesh. The two young, eager mouthed slaves began  furiously 
lapping up the slave seed.

After a minute, Logan asked  his questions. "Sir, if this slave might ask; 
about the other slave who was  brought in earlier in the week. Is he not from 
the same town as us? We think we  may have seen him before, because he looks 
rather familiar.

"Good  question slave." The instructor began, once again. "The slave you have 
pissed on  and shit in is indeed from your home town. He is the one 
responsible for you  being arrested and sent here. If it were not for one of your new 
owners and his  friend here, you'd be heading for someplace a lot worse than 
the farm. The slave  you've seen and been around has been taken from his home 
and work place, as a  sentence for improperly enslaving you five. However, the 
laws in Florida do not  make concessions for misappropriated slaves, such as 
you. It is my understanding  that he, too, has been purchased by one rather 
special owner. Apparently there  is a small group of gay masters into sadistic 
rituals, who by the way, live in  your old home town, and this particular 
'master' is into some rather heady  stuff, such as expecting a slave to eat his shit 
and suffer rather strange and  painful punishments. Whatever the case, the 
slave and his new owner, will also  be there with you on the farm. I hear he's 
not hard to spot. He stands about six  feet, five inches tall; all muscle and is 
very black skinned. So just remember  that description and you'll know right 
away who he is, and what he's all  about."

"NOW THEN! Enough questions for now. I want to enjoy the  view and the pool, 
so go about your self's and enjoy the time which your owners  have permitted 
you to have." Bolstered the instructor.

The four  slaves were caught off guard. None of them knew just what they 
wanted to do.  After they all made sure Dan was still sleeping, while getting 
finger fucked;  they all headed for the shallow end of the pool, using the steps 
to gently ease  themselves into the cool water. The two young slaves jumped 
into the water,  creating quite a scene as the spray of water cascaded over the 
four new slaves.  Soon laughter erupted in the pool, as the two younger ones 
were below the water,  groping and tantalizing the older slaves.

After awhile the laughter  died down, as the slaves began quietly talking 
about the question and answer  period they'd just had with their instructor. The 
biggest thing, standing in  their way was how were they going to explain all 
of this to Dan, and who would  do the explaining. At least now they knew that 
indeed, it was Troy who wronged  them. They also knew that Dan would be furious 
when and if he ever could regain  his memory of his former life. The boys 
were even making minor comments on what  they'd do to Troy if they ever had the 
chance.  

How wonderful  it was, is, that the four slaves were no longer thinking about 
their former  lives. No more were they thinking about stuffing their dicks 
into some girl just  for a 'quickie'.  All of their thoughts were about men, the 
male anatomy  and sex, and slavery. Could such a thought process be reversed? 
Doubtful, as the  methods used to train the boys was quietly enhanced with 
drugs which cause  certain brain cells to shut down completely and forever.  As 
a team, still,  their main goal now was to do nothing else except to help Dan 
return to them, or  at least return to a point where he wasn't in a mental 
stupor all day and night  long.

It wasn't long before the heat of the day had it's affect on  the instructor, 
who had no qualms about shucking his clothes and sliding, not so  gracefully 
into the crystal clear water of the pool. He stood alone, arms  resting on the 
pools edge, all the while keeping a close eye on those in the  pool and Dan, 
still sleeping.

Finding a lull in the slaves  conversation, the instructor thought perhaps 
he'd add a little 'mystery' to the  boys upcoming indenturement, by telling them 
that they were not going to be the  only slaves on the farm. He went so far 
as to tell them that there would be  eight other slaves there, mostly a couple 
years younger than themselves, and  that they would more than likely recognize 
two of the other slaves. After he'd  spoken to the slaves, the instructor 
knew that they'd have to ask even more  questions, so he simply slid beneath the 
water and swam down to the opposite  end.

The slaves finally climbed from the pool, stretching out on  their loungers 
drip drying under the Texas sun. The attendants once again oiled  their bodies, 
this time leaving the slaves face down, allowing Mother Nature  ample 
opportunity to turn their butts a beautiful cocoa butter shade of brown.  Each slave, 
after finishing a cold glass of tea, began to doze off, without a  care in 
the world; as for them, and what their minds were telling them, was that  
tomorrow would become the first day of the rest of their  lives.

Thankfully they hadn't noticed the medication which had  laced their last 
glass of refreshment, and that medicine put the boys out like a  light, in only a 
few minutes.
There was no real apparent reason that the  slaves received the tainted 
beverage, at least not on this day. However, it did  allow the attendants, some 
free time of their own to enjoy the pool, as well as  copulate with the 
instructor and his two younger slaves. Every thirty minutes,  the attendants would 
assist each other in 'turning' the slaves so they'd not  burn. Each time the 
slaves were turned they were again oiled and fondled by the  attendants.

The instructor finally had gotten his fill for the day,  of sex, and sat 
alone under the umbrella, simply observing the drugged, sleeping  slaves. He had 
allowed the others to frolic a little longer in the pool before  he put a stop 
to their free time as well.

Back tending to the  slaves, now each sleeping slave was having his love hole 
worked on; with two and  some even with three fingers manipulating the rectal 
orifice. It's funny how  some drugs affect the human mind and body. The 
slaves were all moaning in  ecstasy, and each one of them had their dicks dangling 
through the webbing of  the lounger, stiff as a rusty nail. The miracles of 
modern medicine. Dan however  was not in a drug induced sleep, but just one so 
deep from going without for so  long. The attendant wasn't having any problem 
getting his whole hand inserted  into the well extended muscles of Dan's hole. 
Dan's piss collector was filling  fast, and the two young slaves almost fought 
over which one of them was going to  drain it, as in swallow the yellow sea 
of pee. 

The sun had long  since passed noon and was on its way to early evening 
before the slaves began to  stir. They hadn't remembered falling asleep and seemed 
to be rather displaced  with their individual thought processes.

Each was offered and  accepted another tall cool drink, this time without 
medications. One by one, as  the slaves regained full alertness, they were taken 
to a 'free standing' shower  head and lovingly given a cool washing. Last to 
be cleaned was Dan, and he  seemed to be more alert now than he'd been in days. 
His urine bag was drained,  again, while he was getting gently scrubbed by 
three attendants, and as soon as  he was done, the group of slaves fell into a 
single line and walked back to  their building.

It was a quiet walk, as they knew not to speak at  such times, but in their 
minds the thoughts of beautiful male flesh bronzed by  the sun flashed through 
their heads and they saw nothing but naked flesh and  bouncing dicks.

The cool air of the 'departure' building sent  shivers down their bodies the 
instant they walked through the door. Their sense  of smell came into play 
when they all instantly identified the odor as that of  hamburgers, corn on the 
cob, fresh tomato, and the sweet smell of soda  pop.

They were all told to take seats in the living area, being a  first for Dan. 
To Dan the feeling of real material touching his skin was like  being 'set 
free'. He constantly was turning his head, looking at everything in  the room as 
if it was the first time he'd seen it. His hands rubbed the fabric  on the 
sofa, as his mind focused on big television screen across from him;  displaying 
Troy being 'trained'. 

Dishes fell to the floor and  broke, the instructor spat out his mouthful of 
iced tea, and the four other  slaves snapped their heads, in Dans' direction, 
as the loudest voice ever heard  in weeks spoke out, "HEY THAT DUDE PISSED ON 
ME!!!"

Had Dan  remembered something? Was this an indication that Dan was beginning 
to  recover?

Whatever it was, was enough for the four slaves to rush to  Dans side, each 
finding a place on Dans body to put their own hand and began  attempting to 
strike up a conversation, hoping to keep Dan talking some  more.

The instructor by now had moved so that he could keep an eye  on the slaves, 
but without any of them able to see that as he stood there  observing, he too 
was happy for Dan, he too had finally, after countless years  here, been able 
to shed a tear of joy.



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