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This is the last chapter in a very, very  long story. We hope that the 
readers enjoyed it, as much as we did in writing  it.  Sequel... just maybe

This story is (C)Copyright 2005, by TM.  All World Wide Rights Reserved.
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Team Effort   Chapter 68

The activities, outside of the study, were starting to  take shape and more 
or less would become a daily routine. Slave showers, enemas,  shaving (when 
needed), clean and polish boots, etc; were enough to keep the  slave buildings 
busy up until their evening meal. It also gave some, if not all,  of the masters 
time to observe the slaves; using them for one thing or another,  if they so 
chose to do so. 

This one particular late afternoon,  Josh and Carlos had spent with Master 
Black; discussing some of their own ideas  about the slaves. Master Black seemed 
receptive to the suggestions and allowed  the subject matter to rest, until 
they were all gathered around the dining room  table at supper time.

Ben had re-entered his study; again sitting  behind his desk, observing in 
total silence the new slave and his  father.

Mr. Adams felt rather strange, odd perhaps, of having his  son kneeling in 
front of him. For the longest while, all he could do was to move  his eyes up 
and down the naked form; wondering if his boy had any idea of what  he had 
gotten himself into. After administering the slave prod earlier in the  day, Mr. 
Adams even had reservations if he had the courage to apply the same  type of 
discipline to his own flesh and blood. A mountain of thoughts and  questions 
flooded through the mans' brain and he struggled to get up enough  courage to 
touch, perhaps even wanting to hold his boy. 

"If my  presence here is a detriment to your afternoon, I'd be more than 
happy to leave  you two alone for awhile." Ben said in a sullen, yet affirming 
tone of  voice.

"No, that is quite the opposite of what I was thinking;" Mr.  Adams began, 
"you see, I just don't know what to think or do right now. I feel  guilty for 
all the years past that I never once listened to my son. I was a fool  to allow 
my wife to be his 'keeper'. I should have never allowed her to make his  life 
one of a living hell. I can only imagine how he felt all those afternoons;  
having to strip naked in front of his own mother, who meted out daily  
punishments and her vain attempts at brain washing him, with hours and hours of  
reciting bible scriptures. He seems so much at peace right now; that I don't  know 
if even I could begin to describe him to his mother. Our house is so  screwed 
up now that I'm fearful that it will never be the same. His mother  doesn't 
wish to see him ever again, and all I can do, all I want, is to be here  for him; 
to let him know that I love him now and forever."

Ben  never replied to Mr. Adams' statement; simply maintaining his eye 
contact  between the slave and Mr. Adams. Moments later Mr. Adams took both of the  
slaves' hands into his own. He held them gently, rubbing his thumb on the 
backs  of the slaves' hands; as if he was massaging them. 

The slave  maintained his learned position, throughout the entire visit with 
his father;  not once needing some form of reprimand. By now, the slave was 
certain that the  scent of the person in front of him, was indeed his own father.

As  Mr. Adams stood up, to leave, he accidentally came into contact with the 
slaves  hooded face; he crotch brushing against the exposed lips. The boy 
didn't move  his head back, which surprised his father; who by now was stopped 
dead in his  tracks, noticing that the slaves' mouth had now opened and the 
tongue was  lapping at the zippered shorts. Mr. Adams looked squarely into Bens' 
eyes,  quietly asking, "What is he doing?"

Ben was quick to reply, that a  slave in training to become a personal and 
sexual slave learns quickly that  anything put against his lips is to be 
worshiped, licked, or sucked. No sooner  had Ben completed the last sentence, Mr. 
Adams reeled his body away from the  slave; and just as fast, the slave closed 
his mouth in accordance to what he was  in training to become.

"Damn, I guess I need to be real careful  around the slaves," Mr. Adams said 
with a shameful mannerism in his voice. "I  had no idea that the slaves are 
trained in such ways."

"Not all  slaves are trained like this", Ben quickly answered. "Some are only 
trained for  manual labor or pain slaves. It all depends on what their master 
wants them to  become. This slave is being trained as a personal slave to his 
master, which  does and will include certain aspects of sexual 
gratifications. Thankfully he  isn't being trained like Master Blacks slave or slave Troy. 
That would really be  a disappointment for sure."

Mr. Adams' mind flashed back to last  night, when he received his first 
blowjob; discovering, in fact, that such  sexual activities were some of the best 
he'd had since  marriage.

"Mr. Adams, would you do me a big favor and take the  slave back to Master 
Black?" Ben asked. "All you have to do is take hold of the  leash. If you want 
the slave to stand, gently give the leash an upward tug. If  you want the slave 
to crawl, simply give the leash a short downward pull. If you  want the slave 
to stop and kneel, just give the leash a quick yank straight  forward. The 
slaves all know what these leash commands mean, and your son is no  exception."

Without a word, Mr. Adams led the slave out the back  door, walking alongside 
of the slave; with his hand on the slaves'  shoulder.

Ben decided to call Will and inform him of the  afternoon's activities, 
keeping his lover well informed and in the know. Will  was thankful, as always for 
the call and it gave Will ample time to bring Ben up  to speed with some of 
the things he'd been doing; in preparation for his move  and the work he'd 
accomplished on putting the final touches on a computer  program which would be 
used by himself and Ben. The two men discussed, at  length, some ideas that each 
had, pertaining to the slaves. Ben seemed to be  making copious notes; 
explaining to Will that he'd discuss the ideas with the  others over their evening 
meal. Dinner time was shaping up to be a real  conversational time; with Ben and 
his notes, and Master Black having scribbled  down some of his thoughts, 
along with those of Josh and Carlos.

Mr.  Adams watched carefully as he handed the slaves' leash over to Adam; who 
 proceeded to manipulate the leash, signaling the slave to start his normal  
crawling position. While the 'baby' was up at the house, Adam had received his 
 instructions from Master Black, on what to do when the slave was  returned.

The slave was taken to one of the beds and placed face  down on the mattress; 
whereby he was given a massage with delightfully scented  oils. His body 
shone in the dim light, as Mr. Adams continued watching from a  safe distance. 
When the slave was massaged between his cheeks, Mr. Adams was  amazed by the size 
of butt plug which had been carefully removed; yet more  surprised, if not 
bedazzled by the four fingers that found their way into his  sons' rectum. There 
didn't seem to be an end to the anal message, which  consequently led Mr. 
Adams to abandon his post and head back to the  barn.

Troy was kneeling, locked into the most uncomfortable  position, with his 
head and wrists secured into the stocks. For all intent and  purpose, the slaves' 
vacuum lessons were over for the day; but daily lessons  were sure to 
elongate those now tender nipples even further. Master Black had  retired to his 
room, with the door closed; relishing in the cool comfort of his  new air 
conditioner. 

The older slaves had now completed their  pre-supper routine, as had the 
younger slaves. They were all sitting on their  beds, enjoying the comfort of the 
new mattress; not to mention the welcome  relief which the large fans now 
provided. All of them were engaged in some form  of communications with one 
another, this time there seemed to be no derogatory  comments from the older slaves 
and their mood and spirits seemed much better  than the day before.

Back home, Will was taking a break from  packing; resting on his sofa, 
fielding questions via the telephone from Mr. and  Mrs. Miller. They finally had 
received confirmation from the IAS that their son  had been duly enslaved for his 
crimes against the government; and not  withstanding they were now well 
informed that one of Wills' friends had  purchased his indenturement. Will also 
learned, from the Millers', that their  neighbors were treating them like society 
outcast, with Mrs. Miller losing her  teaching job and her husband receiving 
a major demotion at his place of  employment.

As much as Will wanted to berate them even more, he was  man enough to bide 
his time; knowing that his time and the farms' time would  prevail over the 
smug, tenacious and demeaning Miller's. 

Will,  being the proper man who he was, politely told the Millers that he too 
had  received the photos and videos of Troy's training; stating that the 
training  seemed appropriate, if not generous, considering the crime and the 
damage their  son had been convicted of. And, being the type of person he was, 
mentioned that  he forwarded the photos not only to the farm, but to the Freeman's 
as  well.  Surely this would afford the Freeman's a small amount of pleasure, 
 knowing and seeing that the individual who committed such crimes was being 
well  taken care of.

The Freeman's, continued their daily call to the  farm, checking in with Ben 
and being kept appraised of their son's behavior and  work habits. Ben was 
always most gracious when it came to divulging the  information, sometimes 
perhaps adding a bit of 'sugar coating' to the daily  report. He could easily tell 
by the tone in their voices, that they were getting  anxious to visit the farm; 
and Ben always kept telling them that thirty days  would be the appropriate 
length of time before they should make the trip. He  knew in his own mind that 
they'd never make the thirty days, but whatever length  of time they stayed 
away would be a benefit to the farm and the  boys.

Ben finally made his way into the kitchen, before he went  upstairs to get 
cleaned up for supper. 'queenie' was slaving away over the  stove, and the heat 
in the kitchen was almost unbearable. Ben's appearance in  the kitchen 
startled 'queenie', to which Ben laughed at the housekeeper; as he  made a high pitch 
squealing sound. Ben finally, without any build up, came right  out and asked 
'queenie' about the previous night's activities; to which,  'queenie' 
confessed to copulating Mr. Adam's more than ample cock. With more  detail than Ben 
needed or wanted 'queenie' outlined the night; almost minute by  minute, before 
Ben put a stop to the dramatic conclusion. 

Ben  seemed quite pleased with the way all of the men, including 'queenie' 
had taken  to working on the farm. There seemed nothing that couldn't be 
accomplished with  everyone participating in the 'team effort'; making this the 
finest farm in the  state. At the rate things were progressing with the slaves, it 
wouldn't be long  before there wouldn't be anything, which any of them 
couldn't  do.

Just as Ben was about to go upstairs, the phone rang; revealing  it was from 
the doctor.  The doctors' schedule had been amended, causing  him to be 
driving near the farm next week; thus the call, more or less  indicating that he 
would be stopping by, to do an examination on Troy. Ben began  wondering if and 
when, the flow of traffic into the farm would slow down,  allowing him some 
'free time' to be with the others and the slaves. However, the  knowledge that 
Will would be coming soon, was always a relief to any and all  concerns he 
encountered.

With the slave's fed, and watered, the  masters made their way up to the 
house long before the 'soups on' call rang out.  They all made themselves a 
refreshing cocktail and made their way into the  living room; where anything but 
slaves was talked about. It wasn't long before  Ben joined them which made all of 
them feel more like a family, as it was before  the farm. 

>From the kitchen, 'queenie' could hear the laughter and  the sounds of men 
content with their lives. He too, was happy and content; free  from the 
oppression, of being ostracized, just because he is who he is.  'queenie' hastily put 
together a wonderful plate of veggie snacks and dip and  took it into the 
living room. His attentiveness was something which Ben would  surely reward him 
for. Little did he know, but his job was probably one of the  most important 
ones on the farm, outside that of Mr. Adams. What really took  'queenie' by 
surprise was when he was invited to fix himself a drink and sit  with the men; to 
which he readily accepted the invitation. Hour after hour  'queenie' would be 
working alone, for the men, the masters, and although he was  content, he 
wasn't sure until now, that his presence, his work, was  appreciated.

During the evening meal, the talk turned back to the  farm, the slaves and 
Mr. Adams; who for some reason was absent from the dinner  table.

What the men didn't know, yet, was that 'queenie' had made  time during the 
day to get down to the barn and make the bunkroom into a place  which Mr. Adams 
could feel comfortable and relax, in his own way, his own time.  Items which 
'queenie' had located in the storage room were more than enough to  turn the 
once dismal space into a rather eloquent 'efficiency' apartment. He'd  even 
washed and ironed a cute pair of window curtains for the sole window. The  room 
had its own small refrigerator and a two burner hot plate which looked  almost 
new; after 'queenie' had scrubbed and sanitized them. One might even  wonder 
the motive for all of the added work and effort; I for one might tend to  think 
that 'queenie' would, himself, succumb to the needs and desires of the  
farms' manager. Only time would tell.

The role of the slaves was  talked about at great length over the course of 
dinner. It was decided that  John, trained at the IAS for personal service 
work, would be permanently  assigned to the house; relieving 'queenie' of some of 
his work. Dan would be  assigned to assisting the other slaves with their 
showers, enemas and shavings;  for now. Logan, Lucas, and Billy would work under 
the direction of Mr. Adams on  a daily basis. 'cumdump' and toilet' would be 
assigned to manure duty, using a  wheelbarrow and dung fork, walking the 
pastures picking up cow turds; making a  rather nice compost pile. Conner and 'tits' 
were to become the eternal painters;  painting anything and everything that 
needed painting, which would include every  fence post, every wooden fence rail 
on the farm. Mike, 'pussy' and Shaun would  assume the responsibility of lawn 
and landscape maintenance from sun up till  sundown.  It seemed appropriate 
that the older, indentured slaves assume  the more demanding work, which also 
allowed them more physical training; which  would help to keep their slave 
bodies in good condition. However, beginning  first thing in the morning, before 
showers and cleanings, all of the slaves,  including Troy and 'baby' would avail 
themselves of the new pathways; noting  that an early morning jog or run does 
a body and soul good, especially if you're  a slave. 

For the remainder of the week, 'baby' would remain under  the tutelage of 
Master Black. As for Troy, he would begin his indenturement,  living amongst the 
older slaves. No longer would he be caged at night. No longer  would the older 
slaves have to maintain a 'safe' distance. Troy would become  their whore, 
their slut.

Thus it was decided, each and every slave  having a purposeful function on 
the farm. All efforts, with one goal in mind.  How lucky are the older slaves to 
have their own form of release. How fortunate  are the younger slaves, who 
seem to have fallen in favor with the masters. How  convenient for Master Black 
to have such fine specimens of slave mind and flesh  to teach and train. How 
appreciative Adam should be to have a master such as  Master Black. Damn, the 
farm was coming together nicely!

After the  meal, the three masters went back to the slaves; leaving Ben and 
'queenie'  alone. Ben took this time to inform the housekeeper of the slave 
assignments; to  which, at first, 'queenie' was disappointed that Dan wasn't 
assigned to the  house duties. Ben assured him that Dan would be around more than 
one might  think, and it was just then that the sound of the kitchen door 
opening  distracted them both, as Dan came crawling into the  house.

'queenie' smiled upon seeing Dan, as did Ben; who quickly  took hold of the 
slaves collar and led him upstairs. The night was filled with  the aroma, the 
man scent of sex; as Ben had Dan behind closed doors, Josh and  Carlos were 
entangled in their room, as were Master Black and Adam. 'queenie'  had made his 
way to the barn, and the younger slaves were busy licking and  sucking anything 
and anyone they came upon. Strangely enough, Troy was moaning  in painful 
delight, craving and needing the attention that the older slaves were  bestowing 
upon his body.

All the worries, tensions and  apprehensions seemed so distant now. Even as 
'baby' lay, free to move about on  his bed, content and for once happy; without 
fear of reprisal from  family.

Each day on the farm would bring a story all its' own. Some  days filled with 
demerits and pain; others filled with joy and happiness. It was  now evident 
that through good times and bad times, that team effort was the key  to 
success.

THE END…. AMEN!!

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a purpose in mind. The  purpose, one of which we'll keep a secret..for now..

We luv you all  for sticking with us and as always…

HUGS,
marcus trey and  billy

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