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Team Effort  Chapter  58


This story is C Copyright 2005, by TM. All World Wide Rights  Reserved.
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The four newer slaves were  led outside, crawling gingerly, as to avoid any 
damage to their new anal  piercings.  The freshly watered grass felt good to 
them, as it was cool and  moist. They were just left in place, allowed to talk 
quietly amongst  themselves.

Mike had finished up feeding Dan, and Shaun was still  portraying the picture 
of brotherly love, swallowing each drop of dribbling piss  which filtered out 
of the slaves' catheter. 

However nice the scene  looked, the doctor had work to do on Dan, so he 
gently moved Mike to a different  position, but still able to see his brother. Dan 
knew something was about to  happen, but not the what. He took his hand, and 
grasped Shaun's hand, squeezing  it ever so tightly. Dan was still not sure who 
these two boys were, but at least  he knew that they meant him no harm. He 
had a warm feeling in his soul for them,  as they had only treated him with 
kindness and love; unlike so many others over  the past two weeks, had treated 
him. Dan had heard each of them tell him their  name, but the names hadn't 
registered. He thought of them only as a  slave.

The first thing the doctor did, was to change out any of  Dans' body rings 
which didn't conform to standards; which by the way, only one  needed swapping 
out, his septum ring. Dan moaned as the thicker ring was pushed  and pulled 
through the tough membrane of his nose. When it was over, Dan lifted  the larger 
ring and held it in his hand; feeling for himself how thick and large  it was. 
With his other hand he pointed to his two brothers, indicating that now  he, 
too, had a ring just like theirs.

Next the doctor told each of  the brothers to grab an ankle of Dans and pull 
it out wide and back; as he was  going to do the anal ring while Dan lay 
there, instead of moving him to the  kneeling bench. Mike and Shaun watched with 
wide eyes and gapping mouths as the  doctor cleaned the area and then forced a 
large bore needle through the skin.  Since Dan hadn't made a sound, both boys 
turned to look at his face; which  simply showed him gritting his teeth in 
pain. The doctor didn't do anything to  the two rings which were in the slaves 
scrotum, although now the two rings  looked out of place, being a lot smaller 
than all of the others. Those two rings  were not a requirement, so the doctor 
had no 'legal' basis to change them out;  but he would indeed ask Ben about them.
The doctor told the two slaves to set  the legs back down, after he'd wiped 
off the few drops of slave blood and  applied a lotion to the new ring and 
surrounding skin.

Not only was  the doctor enjoying himself, being surrounded by male flesh and 
getting his cock  drained; but everything he was doing to the slaves would be 
deducted from Ben's  first year's tax break incentive; thus to put it an 
other way… the doctor was  justifying his existence within the states fairly new 
'slave labor  laws'.

The UPS truck had come and gone, leaving several more boxes  at the house; 
apparently some of the boxes were things which Master Black had  ordered, and 
the remaining boxes were things that Master Carlos had ordered;  both men 
thankful that "next day air" boxes were delivered on  Saturday's.

Master Black and his slave came around the corner,  seeing the four slaves 
kneeling in the grass. To Master Black the four slaves  looked bare, until he 
realized that they hadn't been 'cuffed or collared' yet  with their new pretty 
iron bands.

Followed by Adam, Master Black  went inside to speak to the doctor about the 
lack of iron on the slaves.  

"Well Sir," the doctor answered, "I thought it best perhaps if you  would 
like the honor of cuffing and collaring the slaves. You see, these five  slaves, 
unlike the first eight, by law must have chains attached to  the  ankle 
restraints. The state doesn't want to spend time and money running all  around 
looking for runaway slaves. And, I thought since they were going to be  working 
here that you and perhaps the others might desire to finish the  work."

"Doc, that's some good thinking on your part. You're more  than just a doctor 
so it seems. You tend to think past your actual job  requirements and I like 
that in a man." Master Black replied back. "Besides, we  will also want to put 
new cinch rings on all of our slaves and ball stretcher  too. I think the new 
slaves will appreciate themselves a lot more once they look  nice and 
pretty." Master Black said with a smirk.

In the house, Mr.  Adams son had arrived to have his 'interview' with Ben. 
Ben remained seated as  the eighteen year old teen arrived, and stood next to a 
chair, opting to stand  instead of sitting; explaining to Ben that his clothes 
were damp with sweat and  he didn't want to ruin any furniture in the house. 
Ben thought well of him for  his considerations. Ben began the interview by 
asking the boy why he wanted to  work on the farm.

"Well Sir," the boy began, "you see, I'm aware  that my dad has told you that 
I'm gay. Well, when I came out to my parents, I  never thought that they'd 
take it the way they did. I thought my mom would  accept me, more than my dad. 
But, it was just the opposite. Mom, being so  religious and all, shunned me 
instantly. Dad on the other hand, as hard as it  was on him, cried a lot but 
still told me that he loved me. 

My dad  told me that when I graduated from school and was eighteen that he 
would feel  better if I moved out of the house, thinking that maybe him and mom 
could get  back to the way they were. Well, I'm eighteen and I've graduated. 
But, I don't  think, Sir, that there is enough work here for me, let alone me 
staying here  someplace; to earn room and board. I guess, if you hire me, I'll 
just work here  for pay and save up and find me a small apartment or  
something."

Ben was intrigued by the boys' story, so far, but  wanted for now to get him 
back to talking about his family life, his gay life,  and not so much on 
working on the farm.

"So tell me," Ben asked,  "how did things go while you were in school and 
living at home? I mean, did your  mom finally stop treating you like an outcast? 
Did the kids at school ever find  out that you liked boys and their cocks?"

"No sir, I never told  anyone at school about me. I only had one guy at 
school that I sorta liked, and  me and him would sneak off sometimes and play 
around; you know, give each other  a quick suck or a hand job. But we never fucked 
or cum in each other at all. We  just sucked for a minute or two, is all. 
Hell, home was the worse, really. Seems  every time that I did something wrong, 
mom was the one who would discipline me.  She'd start out by spanking me, but 
then later on she'd spank me, bare assed.  When I was a junior in school, she 
decided that I'd be needing a belt, instead  of the hand; but the very first 
time she used the belt on my bare skin, I pissed  all over the rug and that 
really made her made. Then, from then on, from the  minute I came home from school, 
she made me strip naked. She said she didn't  want me pissing myself and 
messing up my clothes. But I think she just wanted to  humiliate me. I never had 
any friends come over, because she wouldn't let me get  dressed, and I didn't 
want them to know I was naked or even  why."

Ben sat quietly, looking at the teenager, as the expressions  on the boys' 
face continued to change, finally ending with the teens' head bowed  in shame.

"That is quite a home life you have there young man", Ben  said in a 
sympathetic tone. "You know that a lot of gay men go through the same  thing every 
day, well, maybe not the naked part. But here on the farm, all of  the slaves are 
kept naked every minute of every day.

I don't  suppose you've seen any of them yet today?"

The boy, head now  raised, answered. "Well not today Sir, but I have to admit 
that the other day,  after school me and my friend drove down your road and 
saw two of them out  cutting your lawn and raking."

Ben smiled inwardly, "And I suppose  you found that sight rather interesting, 
or should I say  arousing."

The teen didn't answer the question, so Ben continued.  "Well, to tell you 
the honest truth, I have all of the help I need around here,  for now; and with 
your dad working as my farm manager and having a housekeeper  my payroll is 
just about where it needs to be, at least until we get some income  rolling in." 
Ben had set the trap, laid the bait out, right in front of the boy,  now to 
listen for the response he was hoping for.

"Well Sir, I'd be  willing to work for room and board. You wouldn't have to 
pay me anything. I'd  sleep in the barn if I had to. I just need to get out of 
the house, and be who I  am. Everything at home is strangling me to death Sir."
 The teen said, almost in  a pleading voice.

"And, IF I hire you, you'd have no problem  working with your father? And 
what if I told you that you had to work and look  like the slaves? Would that be 
a big problem for you? How would your father feel  working along side his 
naked son? You don't think that sex is running rampant  here, I hope? And besides, 
none of my slaves is capable of fucking or sucking  another slave; with their 
large dick rings they can't get the damn thing inside  a person's mouth, let 
alone up somebody's ass. The only time that they will have  a cum, is when a 
free man massages their inner love bud. Could you work under  such conditions? 
"And, one last thing; if you were put to work here, I would  expect you to 
start immediately."

Seconds seemed like minutes,  either of the two saying a word. Both, now 
looking at each other, making direct  eye contact.

"I tell you what", Ben said, "How about if the  housekeeper takes you on a 
short tour of the place. And while you are looking  around, you can do some 
thinking and when you return you can ask me any  questions you may have."

Ben called 'queenie' and instructed him to  give the lad a short 'tour'. Ben 
extended his hand, and gave the young man a  short but firm handshake; leaving 
the teen with ample questions to answer not to  mention how he'd feel when he 
got a 'close up' view inside of the buildings.  Ben, also, was counting on 
'queenie' to answer some of the more pressing  questions which might arise, on 
the spur of the moment.

Everybody  was busy doing something, so Ben set out to find Mr. Adams. He 
didn't have to go  any further than the front porch.

He'd been so busy in his study,  that Ben never heard the roar of diesel 
engines coming up the  drive.

Looking towards the main road, and to the right, were three  large cattle 
trucks. Mr. Adams was amongst the other men, directing the off  loading of some 
sixty head of cattle. The sight of live animals excited Ben, as  he took off at 
a rapid walk, towards the activity.

Mr. Adams  introduced Ben to the owner of the cattle, Mr. Pierce, who it 
turns out, knew  Bens' parents before their unfortunate passing.  Mr. Pierce was a 
gentle  man, and from all appearances an honest man. He gave Ben a check for 
the four  months he'd be keeping his cattle on Bens' farm. Ben asked question 
after  question of Mr. Pierce, all about cows, and got all good responses to 
all of his  questions. 

As it turned out, Ben would be able to avail himself of  not only Mr. Adams 
learned experience, but also that of Mr. Pierce. Ben told the  man of his 
intentions to start his own cattle business; to which the man was  quite happy to 
have another 'rancher' around town. All three men agreed on a day  and time to 
travel together to the next cattle auction. Ben could, if he wanted,  use one 
of Mr. Pierces many bulls to breed his cows with. Surely this was all  good 
news to Ben, as he began to smile that wonderful gleaming smile that he  used to 
show all the time. Mr. Pierce was given permission to bring over an  
additional 40 head of cattle, should he need the acreage. 

Ben  stood in awe, as he watched all of the cattle slowly make their way down 
a small  hill, to a spring fed pond; he began to feel his self-worth 
returning. He had,  indeed, made the right decision.

Ben bid his ado's to the others  and made his way to education center. There 
wasn't any time to waste, at least  not now. So much going on, so many people 
coming, and going, and so much which  needed to be done; left Ben without time 
to himself.

As Ben neared  the building, he saw Will and 'pussy' heading in that same 
direction. He waited  until Will could catch up with him, before entering the  
building.

In an instant, both men could easily see that Master  Black had kept himself 
busy, and happy.

Two of the five slaves were  hanging from chains, legs spread wide and 
chained as well. The boxes from the  earlier delivery sat close by. One of the 
hanging slaves had already received  his new adornments.

Not only had the slaves gotten their new irons,  including the new collar, 
but Master Black was in the initial stages of  installing the new cinch rings 
and ball stretchers. The cinch rings were wide,  thick and heavy. They were 
hinged for easy removal, for shaving. The stretchers  were identical to the ones 
that the other eight slaves were  wearing.

Master Black was in the beginning stages of measuring out  lengths of chain, 
to meet state requirements, for the slave's ankle restraints.  Will and Ben 
offered their help, which Master Black gladly  accepted.

"Ya know", said Black, "I've got a bunch more of these  new cinch rings." He 
laughed a loud, sinister laugh, as he took the first length  of chain and 
attached it to the irons, on Logan's' ankles."Damn, will you look  at that; a 
perfect fit"; moving over to Johns' ankles.

Will and Ben  released Logan, only to replace his position with Billy. Then 
again, they  released John, replacing him with Lucas. Now all four of the 
slaves had received  their cinch, chain an stretcher. Dan was the only one yet to 
get his.  

Ben called out to Mike, Shaun, pussy and Adam to come forward for  their new 
cinch ring. The slaves crawled quickly and with admiration towards  Master 
Ben. Now if you didn't have 'low hangers' these new cinch rings were  difficult 
to install and even more distressful to have on your body; but none of  the 
slaves, who fit that description, seemed to object.

"Once I get  all of the slaves kitted out, I'm going to start some schooling 
tonight." Master  Black said with a great deal of authority. "And I suppose 
that kid with  'queenie' is the Adams' boy? He looks like he could use a whole 
lot of  education. He comes in here and I thought his mouth would hit the 
floor. Ain't  he ever seen slaves before? Just how gay is he? Can he suck cock? And 
I suppose  the next thing you're going to tell me is that he is a virgin? You 
are going to  hire him?"


Ben looked at Master Black with the most  whimsical evil grin, "yes, yes, 
yes, no, no and yes." Ben answered back. Master  Black could see the humor in the 
way his questions were  answered.

Masters Josh and Carlos came into the building, bubbling  over about just now 
seeing all of the cattle; with the four other slaves  crawling in behind 
them. 

Carlos spied all of the new body  decorations and especially the new body 
piercings and without even asking, he  commanded the four remaining slaves, 
'front and center'. When Black had finished  the final four, all of the Masters 
beamed with delight as they scanned over the  twelve delicious looking slaves.

For some unknown reason, Ben had  avoided Dan for most of the morning. No one 
understood why, nor did they have  the desire to ask Ben, the why. Ben 
excused himself, stating work to do in the  study, leaving all of the others with 
the thirteen slaves.

Master  Black excused himself as well, with his slave, Adam crawling behind; 
keeping a  most discernable distance. The door to Master Blacks room closed; 
most of the  masters knew what 'educational training' was going to take  place.

Will looked at his watch, noting it was another hour until  lunchtime. He 
invited the doctor and his assistants to join them all for lunch,  as well as the 
evening cookout. The doctor was most pleased with the invitation,  as were 
the two assistants.
Will decided to take all of the slaves out, into  one of the pastures; for 
some good old fashion exercise.  The four newer  slaves, walked at first, before 
they realized that they should be crawling like  the eight others. 

Will, Josh and Carlos led the way to the field  directly behind the house, 
where Will issued the 'exercise' for the morning.  "Your exercise this morning 
will be a simple one, yet taxing as the day  progresses. You slaves shall form 
a straight line and walk from this end towards  the opposite end of the 
pasture. Along the way, you will discover many rocks of  varying sizes. You job is 
to pick up the rocks. You will decide where you wish  to pile them up. When you 
get to the fence at the other end, you will form  another straight line and 
work your way back towards Master Bens' house; making  rock piles as you 
progress. You shall be allowed to talk amongst yourselves, but  only in a low tone. 
Voices and sounds carry for great distances out here, and we  don't want to 
hear any of you, that is; unless you desire an extra  'instructional' lesson 
from Master Black."

The slaves set about  their exercise for the day, as the three masters found 
comfort from the sun,  under the big shade tree, sitting on the picnic table  
benches.

'queenie' had long since returned to the house with the  Adams' boy, and 
noticed the three sitting at the table. He quickly prepared cold  drinks for them 
and delivered them at a brisk pace.

Carlos asked  'queenie' if he still desired body jewelry, to which 'yes Sir' 
was the reply.  Josh asked him about the new kid, but 'queenie' was rather 
closed mouthed about  that. Will asked 'queenie' if he still wanted to go 
shopping this afternoon, to  which, 'oh hell yes' was the reply. 'queenie' was 
dismissed, to return to his  duties. Will asked of the others, "Any of you notice 
something missing on all  the slaves?"

The doctor was still tending to Dan. So much had been  done, physically to 
the body that the doctor didn't know what to work with  first. His major concern 
was the snipping of Dan's bladder muscle, which seemed  quite radical. He 
couldn't understand why anyone would want such a thing to be  done, let alone 
what insane doctor would agree to do it. However, he held out  hope that in time, 
at least some of the muscle would regenerate itself. After  conferring with 
his two assistants, the doctor decided on yet a different size  catheter, for 
the slave; sending one of the men, to the motor coach for the  replacement.

The doctor had no requirement to tell the slave what  he was doing but felt, 
in the best interest of this particular slave, that it  may benefit his 
recovery, somewhat.

"I'm going to give you a  smaller piss tube, and then I'm going to try and 
reconstruct some of the damage  done to the end of your penis. I'm going to have 
to sedate you, but you will  still be awake. Once I've inserted the new 
catheter, I'm going to cut away the  scabs from the end of your dick; down to raw 
flesh before I try and stitch what  I can, back together. I can't nor won't 
make any promises, but I think it will  be a lot better than what you have now."

Dan looked deep into the  doctors' eyes, trying to decide if this man was 
friend or foe. All this talk  about piss. 'Was this the man who pissed on me? He 
began to wonder. At least,  for now, Dan knew that he was in a different 
place, a much better place, with  nicer people.

In the study, Ben was answering questions from the  teen, one right after the 
other.

"If I work here, may I live with  the slaves?
"Yes, if that's what you want."

"If I work here, not  as a slave, can I wear clothes like 'queenie'?
"No."

"If I work  here, not as a slave, do I have to have those rings on my body?"
"Yes,  some."

"If I work here, do I get to eat with the  slaves?'
"Yes"

"If I work here, do I have to work with my  father?'
"Yes, from time to time."

"If I work here, do I have to  have some hair removed?"
"Yes, all of it."

"If I work here, can  I ask to become a slave?"
"Yes, if that is what you want to  become."

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