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Team Effort   Chapter67

Accompanying the afternoon work, were several occasions  for anyone outside, 
to hear the now familiar yelps and screams as one or more of  the slaves was 
getting a little coaxing from a slave prod. Not that the slave  was doing 
anything wrong, but maybe just slacking off a bit to much for Mr.  Adams or one of 
the masters. 

Master Black, had removed all of the  clothespins from 'babys' naked form, 
and had allowed him time enough to be fed  by Adam before he was subjected to a 
milder form of electro torture; actually a  lot less current than Troy had 
experienced earlier.

As for Troy, he  had not only sucked Master Blacks cock, but he was also 
forced to suck off Adam  and lastly the freshly shorn dick on the 'baby'. 'baby' 
made it quite clear just  how much he enjoyed having his dick sucked; blowing a 
monumental amount of slave  seed down Troy's throat.

Now Troy was bound to his bed, face  up, and he had the largest clear lexan 
cylinder placed over his dick and balls.  Master Black was acquainting the 
slave with his vacuum pump. The pumps' only  function was to cause pain, and lots 
of it.  Much like the electro machine,  it too, was on a timed control 
mechanism. The cylinder was large enough, so that  even the slaves Prince Albert 
would fit inside the tube. With such a large tube  over the slaves' dick, allowed 
the machine to be programmed for longer and more  painful lessons. 

Can you image, having enough power in the pump,  which would not only apply 
constant stretching action to a dick, but enough to  actually stretch the skin 
protecting the balls. With Troy's balls having the two  rings running directly 
through his meaty testicles was even more painful; as the  rings were 
beginning to stretch the existing holes. In all the years Master  Black had used his 
'little invention', he had always strived to stretch the  balls far beyond the 
end of the other persons cock.  Troy was no exception.  Allowed to scream as 
often and as much as he wanted to, Troy knew better than to  plead for mercy 
or ask for forgiveness.  

Troy's Prince Albert  was already at the end of the tube, his balls were well 
beyond the end of his  dick; and the machine was no where near done with him. 
The only time Troy was  able to relax, was when the machine reduced the 
amount of vacuum; but it never  totally released its' hold of the naked flesh. 
Master Black, spent time just  watching his machine do its' magic, stretching and 
pulling the dick and balls  further and further away from the body. He knew 
that the balls had a lot more  'give' in them, versus the dick, and relished in 
seeing the slaves' shaft turn  several different shades of red, black and 
blue. 

The one really  nice effect the vacuum machine had was the ability to reduce 
the amount of  vacuum and quickly return to full power. These were the times 
when Troy screamed  the loudest and the longest. When the machine was slowly 
increasing the  pressure, it gave Troy a few minutes to prepare himself for the 
onslaught of  pain compared to the instantaneous pain of full power. Either 
way one was to  look at the situation, Troy was balls deep into a world he'd 
never before  experienced; and Master Black loved every minute of it.

When the  machine had run through a complete cycle, Troy was removed from the 
bed and made  to stand in the center of the room while Master Black and Adam 
fixed Troy up,  looking like an 'X' suspended in the air. Troy's legs were 
spread obscenely  wide, causing his leg muscles to cramp and convulse; but such 
trivial matters  seemed minute to anything Master Black may have planned for 
the  slave.

Adam wheeled the vacuum equipment over to the center of the  room, along side 
of the hanging flesh; and Master Black went to work  re-installing the dick 
cylinder. As the motor began revving up, creating a  wonderful air tight seal 
around the base of the slaves' dick; Master Black took  two large diameter 
cylinders and placed one over each of the slaves' nipples.  Instantly the 
cylinders latched onto Troy's skin and began pulling the slaves'  beautiful brown nips 
away from the body. It was always a thrill, for Master  Black, when the 
machine was used on a slave that was so perfectly adorned with  body jewelry. He 
knew that the vacuum plus the pressure being applied by the  heavy rings would 
cause a great deal of pain; once the machine worked its' way  up to full power. 

Knowing the outcome of this segment of training,  Master Black assigned Adam 
the easy task of fixing a ball gag onto Troy's mouth.  The nipple torture 
would make even the toughest of men scream for mercy, and  Troy was to be no 
exception.

As the machine began its' quest,  Master Black moved himself behind Troy and 
sat directly between the slaves  outstretched legs. Black mercilessly removed 
the slaves butt plug; only to  replace it, slowly, with his fingers.

As the slave began to  struggle, the more pressure Master Black applied to 
his hand and in little time;  had his hand completely inside the slaves' love 
hole. The more the slave twisted  and turned, the more opportunity Master 
Blacks' forearm had of making its' way  further into the dark cavern of Troy's body.

With the slaves' body  in a vertical position, the shear weight of the 
cylinders, alone, had their  desire effect as well. Each cylinder was now hanging 
lower than you'd expect. As  the cylinders pulled more skin and flesh, the more 
the cylinders would hang  lower and lower on the slaves' body. It truly was a 
magnificent sight to  behold.

During this delightful session, Master Black hadn't lost  track of time; to 
which he had Adam remove 'baby' from his bonds and get him all  cleaned up. 
Master Black hadn't forgotten that Mr. Adams would be coming in  later on to pay 
his boy a visit. 

Adam was honestly enjoying his  position, under the watchful eye of his 
master. He was able to see a lot, and  learn so much. Thankful, however that he'd 
not been subjected to a lesson in  either electro or vacuum; was a huge relief 
for him, however he knew well that  his time would come.

With 'baby' kneeling in the shower area, Adam  slowly and perhaps a little 
too intimately began washing the slave.  

As for 'baby', he quickly understood the 'empty' feeling a slave  gets when 
he doesn't have his butt plug in place. As Adam was washing around the  slaves' 
hole, Adam began to get aroused. Not going unnoticed, Adam put some soap  
onto the palm of his hand and began to careful stroke the slaves' dick; which  
quickly brought it up to full attention.

Adams' thought process was  interrupted when Master Black, inquired of Adam 
if he'd noticed any stubble on  the slaves' body. "Yes Master, some stubbles in 
several places, shall this slave  be shaved again?" Adam replied.

Adam already knew the answer,  before it was given. Working with 'baby' was 
perhaps as close as Adam would ever  get to being dominant over another male. 
None the less, Adam was enjoying his  assignment; putting his heart and soul 
into every movement. 

With  his left hand still stroking 'babys' dick, Adam managed to take the bar 
of soap  and work it around and into the slaves' ass. Setting the soap down, 
Adam began  working one, then two fingers inside of 'babys' body. 'baby' 
responded with  pleasurable moans and some reverse motion of his own; driving the 
two fingers  deeper into his own body. Adam, quick to see that 'baby' was 
enjoying this anal  intrusion; stuck a third finger into the slaves lovehole; 
slowly working the  three fingers around in a circular motion; while he gently 
began to stretch the  anal cavity even more than it already had been. 
Unfortunately for 'baby', Adam  stopped his dick massage; fearing that a punishment at the 
poles would ensue if  he had of allowed the slave to cum.

Master Black finally removed  his hand and forearm from Troy's hole, at the 
precise time that the machine went  into a lull mode. Black, not wanting his 
own slave to feel left out, offered his  hand and arm to Adam; so that a proper 
tongue bath could be given. Adam had to  cease his administrations on  'baby' 
to accomplish his dutiful task; which  he didn't seem to mind at all.

Once clean, Master Black proceeded  over to the wall cabinet and selected 
another sac stretcher; identical to Troy's  first one, except that it was twice 
as wide and twice as heavy. Once the  cylinder was removed from the slaves' 
dick, Master Black would install the new  steel band.

Master Black simply walked around his building, keeping  an eye on the three 
slaves; as he contemplated what other wonderful lessons he'd  be teaching in 
the days ahead. He stopped and observed 'baby' as Adam was  finishing up with 
the mandatory body shave; knowing well that the 'babys' head  hair must be 
forming stubble also. However, with the hood to remain in place,  such a simple 
thing as a head shave was out of the question.

Ben  had sent the housekeeper, with a message, to the 'education center'. Ben 
had  decided that it might just be more advantageous if Mr. Adams saw his boy 
in the  house rather the 'education center'; whereby he (Mr. Adams) would 
feel more at  ease, should he have any questions pertaining to his boy.

Not  wanting to miss an opportunity, to teach, Master Black had 'baby' 
perform oral  sex with the housekeeper; prior to the two of them heading up to the 
house. It  was obvious, by the housekeepers' facial expressions, that 'baby' 
had much more  training ahead of him; before he would be proficient in the art 
of sexually  gratifying a males cock. Once the housekeeper had spent his load, 
they were off  to the house; with 'baby' being led, walking, with a long  
leash.

Master Black, now had only Troy to concern himself with, and  he planned on 
doing more training with him; expanding his limits of knowledge  and 
understanding, not to mention expand the slaves' tolerance to  pain.

Once 'baby' was inside the house, 'queenie' led him to the  study; where he 
was aided into the upright kneeling position, placed prominently  so that Ben 
and anyone else could partake of the new young slave. Then, just as  quickly as 
the housekeeper had finished with 'baby' he was sent out to inform  Mr. Adams 
that his boy would be in the study, should he decide to visit with  him.

'baby' was left alone, the entire time; with Ben just wanting  to see how 
long the slave could (or would) stay kneeling upon the hard wood  flooring. Ben 
was pleased to note that not once did the slave sway, nor did the  slaves' 
posture change.

Mr. Adams, Josh and Carlos were nearing the  completion of yet another 
excellent work day. As the three men talked all  through the afternoon hours; Mr. 
Adams was constantly explaining the reasoning  behind everything he was doing or 
having the slaves do. Both Josh and Carlos  seemed to be catching on quite 
rapidly and were pleased with themselves for  finding life on the farm not 
anywhere near as they thought it might have been.  They even found all of the 
future work, mentioned by Mr. Adams, to be a  necessary function; if the farm was 
to return to its' once pristine and  profitable condition. Surely the work load 
would keep all of the slaves busy for  months and years to come.

On the other hand Carlos and Josh found  it most commendable on Mr. Adams' 
part to have asked so many questions of them;  all pertaining to the gay 
lifestyle, masters and slaves, demerits and  punishments. By the end of the work day, 
Mr. Adams felt comfortable about  talking to the two masters about anything 
and everything that he had questions  about. Asking questions and getting the 
answers, solidified Mr. Adams', once  wavering, decision about visiting with 
his son.

The three men  discussed the accumulated demerits the slaves had racked up 
for the day and then  Carlos and Josh led the slaves back to their buildings. 
Mr. Adams finished up  with a few minor things before heading up to the house, 
nerves in check and  feeling confident about seeing his boy.

Mr. Adams entered the house  through the kitchen and before going in to the 
study was met by 'queenie' who  offered him a refreshing cold tea. It was 
almost too much to comprehend, but Mr.  Adams dismissed the offer from the 
housekeeper for another spectacular blowjob,  as he didn't want anything other than 
his son to occupy his own thoughts; at  least for now. Finishing his drink, 
gathering his composure and wits, Mr. Adams  made the short distance to the study.

The door was ajar, and a  simply, soft, knock was all which was required to 
enter the study; where Mr.  Adams found Ben sitting behind his desk, pushing 
keys frantically on his laptop  and his son kneeling on the floor directly in 
front of the desk but facing away  from it.

"Please, do come in and take a seat." Ben  offered

Mr. Adams couldn't take his eyes off of his son, as he sat  in one of the 
large leather chairs; now facing Ben, with his son only two feet  in front of 
him. 

"If you'd like, I can leave you two alone; or if  you prefer I can stay and 
continue with my current work." Ben added as a last  thought and perhaps an 
'ice breaker'.

"Oh no," Mr. Adams replied in  haste, "Please stay, if that is what you think 
best. I may have questions which  only you could answer for me."

Ben didn't answer, but continued  shuffling papers around and entering 
information into his  computer.

Mr. Adams scooted to the edge of his chair and extended  his hand towards his 
boy; letting it come to rest on 'babys' shoulder. A tiny  movement of 'babys' 
head, toward the hand, indicated that he may have just  gotten a little 
startled. Slowly, Mr. Adams moved his hand from the shoulder,  down the arms and 
stopped when his hand encompassed the slaves' hand.  

Mr. Adams looked at the slave, captivated by the slaves' body  jewelry and 
the complete absence of body hair. It wasn't difficult for him,  after being 
around naked slaves for a week already; to touch one of them, as his  other hand 
found its way to the opposite side of the slaves'  body.

Mr. Adams became oblivious to the fact that he wasn't alone,  as he moved his 
hands over the slaves' chest and abdominal region. The more he  stroked the 
slaves' skin, the more he noticed the slaves' dick starting to rise.  He leaned 
in a little closer to the slave and what he hadn't counted on was the  
heightened sense of smell that the slave had acquired; since losing use of his  eyes 
and ears. 'babys' head jolted back as if hit with a baseball bat, his two  
small nasal tubes picking up a most familiar scent.

The fast head  reaction startled Mr. Adams a little as he quickly lost all 
contact with the  slave and moved himself back into the chair. The slaves' head 
was now hanging  down, and the slaves' once impending erection had subsided. 
It was all to  certain, that the son, after so many years had learned to 
recognize his own  fathers manly scent.

Ben looked over the desk, directly into the  face of Mr. Adams, saying "I 
sort of knew that the slave would recognize your  personal odor. Most slaves 
learn such things rather quickly with a new owner,  but in your case the slave has 
had eighteen years to know exactly how you  yourself smell. So, right now the 
slave is feeling shameful, by hanging his  head; so perhaps you need to find 
a way to tell him that everything is alright  between the two of you."

Ben rose from his chair, explaining the  need to use the toilet; followed by 
a stop in the kitchen. Thus, allowing Mr.  Adams at least a few minutes alone, 
to consider his current situation and arrive  at some form of communications 
with his son. Ben knew, that no matter what Mr.  Adams may have thought; that 
seeing his son this way was more than he'd  expected; not to mention the 
overwhelming sense of humility on his sons part.  Ben left the room, leaving the 
door slightly ajar.

Mr. Adams sat,  nearly glued to his chair, not knowing what to do; let alone 
what to think. If  Ben left the two of them alone for a few minutes, it would 
be very beneficial to  both of them in the long run.

To be continued…

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