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TEAM EFFORT  CHAPTER  THIRTEEN

After seeing my dad's face on the screen, I was totally destroyed. Not only 
had  he placed me into slavery, sold me to another person; he was now in charge 
of  what they call "transformation" of my body and mind. I wasn't about to 
let this  happen. I knew I was stronger than my father gave me credit for. I 
knew that I  could out smart, out wit, out last him. The anger within my body and 
soul was  mounting by the second. Now, all I could think about was  revenge.

The door to our  room opened up and one of the goons came in, taking hold of 
Jordan and leading  him away. I instantly came to the realization that now I 
was alone. The sheer  comfort I had gotten from just knowing Jordan was with me 
was all but gone. Fear  once again gripped my body. Another goon showed up 
and lifted me off the sandy  floor, by placing two fingers into my Prince Albert 
ring and pulling without  cause or care as to how it was making me feel. I 
stood, trembling, as I was  quickly led away; leaving the well dressed man alone 
in the room.  

I quickly scanned the  narrow hallway for any signs of Jordan; but he was no 
where to be found. I  didn't even hear a sound, except that of my own heart 
beating; straining to get  out of my chest. I was led to the end of the hall; 
passing several more doors on  either side of the walkway. The end of the 
hallway seemed to be made of steel,  but I was soon watching as the steel way slide 
back, into yet another area.  Tugging on my ring, the goon smiled from ear to 
ear as he led me through the  opening. What I saw next was something that I'd 
only see on television or in a  movie.  On either side of the walkway, were 
rows of prison cells. Men were  in them, all standing or kneeling next to the 
bars; but upon taking a longer  look at each cell as I passed by, some of the 
men didn't look like men, didn't  act like men, didn't even sound like men. My 
stomach churned as some of them  began to speak, calling out such profanities 
as, 'new bitch', 'whore boy', 'fag  queen', 'cocksucker' and 'shit eater'. We 
must have walked past a dozen cells  before we stopped in front of one that had 
its door open and was empty. The goon  led me in, and quickly let go of my 
ring, as he stepped out and closed the cell  door. He stood there looking at me, 
as if he wanted to say something. I knew,  and did, what I was supposed to be 
doing; that being keeping my eyes towards the  ground, so that I wouldn't 
receive punishment. That rule was one of the top five  around here and I wasn't 
going to give any man the satisfaction of inflicting  pain upon my body and 
mind. I listened, hearing more adjectives, describing me;  but I concentrated on 
the sound of the goons footsteps as he walked away. Once I  knew he was gone, 
I began looking around my cell. Like the last room and the  other cells, it 
was quite bare. At least it had a concrete floor, complete with  a drain in the 
center. Against one wall was a prison sink and toilet. My bed can  only be 
described as a canvas cot; like you'd expect to see on some camping  trip. The 
pillow was nothing more than what appeared to be a weird shaped piece  of 
foam/rubber combination. About three feet off the floor was a rubber hose  coming 
out from the wall, which upon closer inspection; the hose looked almost  like a 
real cock. This was all that was in my cell, nothing more, and nothing  less.

There were men (?)  locked into cells on either side of me. Across the 
walkway was another empty  cell; with men on either side of it as well. The name 
calling didn't stop, but  the one man in the next cell wasn't doing any of the 
name calling. Instead, he  was nice enough to inform me that when slaves are in 
'lockdown' mode, is the  only time that they have the freedom to speak. He 
continued on, filling me in on  some of the 'unwritten rules' of the cellblock. I 
also learned that some of the  men in here couldn't speak, as they'd had 
their vocal cords removed; allowing  them no more than a grunt sound. I knew, 
apparently from watching television,  that it was better for me if I didn't go 
near the bars, for fear that I could be  grabbed by another slave who could 
easily inflict harm or injury. I decided to  sit on my cot and contemplate my 
future; which was only to escape this  place.

"So you're the  new pussy sex slave we heard rumors about. You're in for a 
real treat. The last  pussy slave we had here was older than you and he was a 
delight to watch as he  transformed. When his owner came to pick him up, he was 
fucked for the very  first time, right in front of everyone here at the 
school. After his owner  fucked him, we all got to fuck him until every last drop of 
cum was shot up his  ass. He even cried like a baby, because it hurt so bad. 
There must have been  twenty hard rock cocks up that girlies ass before they 
took him away. But for  me, I enjoyed the part where we all got to help him 
learn to suck cock, swallow  piss, rim assholes and so much more. Around here, 
there is never a shortage of  men or slaves willing to help a pussy sex slave 
learn her trade. But then, we  don't get to help train the females around here, 
just the ones who used to be  men and boys."

When I  heard the slave talk to me like that, I knew he wasn't kidding 
around. The tone  in his voice was stern and true. Perhaps that's why the others had 
been calling  me such names. 

"And  don't think we can't tell what you are. Even though your nail polish is 
almost  gone, the color pink tells us just what you are. How many cocks you 
sucked boy?  Just wait till you see what they are going to use your snout ring 
for; you won't  believe it. It'll soon be time for lunch, then while we all 
are out working or  at training, you get to watch videos. They will bring in a 
large screen for you  so that you can watch it almost as if you're in the same 
room with it all going  on. You'll hear all the moans and groans; but you'll 
be hearing a lot of  screaming and yelling. I never have seen a sex slave 
training video before, just  because I'm not being trained as one. You see, I'm in 
training to be a pigslave,  which is more demanding than getting fucked like 
some little school girl. Hey!  You ever fuck a little girl or a little boy? 
Around here, they don't take kindly  to guys that do that sort of stuff. But, on 
the other hand, there are times when  a little boy gets to fuck a pussy sex 
slave like you. How'd you like it if a kid  got to fuck your virgin pussy ass? 
At least his cock at man sized, but I'm  betting that you'd love to feel his 
seed dump in your hole. I seen one time that  a kid had to have help getting his 
boy dick into a slave once, and then all the  kid could do was piss into the 
slaves' ass. They kept the kid plugged in to the  slave so long that the kid 
had to have four cans of soda just to keep himself  hydrated a the while. Each 
can of soda turned into piss which went right up the  pussy ass of the sex 
slave. Man that was so cool to watch. The slave dripped  piss for a whole day 
after that. All we got to do was face fuck the poor slave  and that wasn't so 
good, as he was so delirious that he kept scraping his teeth  on all the cock. 
Eventually, the pussy slave couldn't get enough cock to suck.  He cried every 
day, begging for more cock and cum. Eventually he learned to  drink and swallow 
everybody's piss. No matter where we were, all we had to do  was motion for 
him and he'd come crawling over and consume our piss. That was  way cool. So you 
better get any ideas that you're going to have it easy in here,  out of your 
head. Once you see the sizes on some of these guys, you'll think  their cocks 
will choke you to death, which they might just do  anyway."

What the fuck!  Why was this guy trying to scare me? Now I knew for sure that 
he was either just  kidding me or trying to break me down. None the less, I 
was resigned to have to  listen to his 'speech' along with all the other 
language being cast my  way.

I heard the steel  door open up, and for some reason the whole room fell 
silent. It took less than  a minute to discover the reason. The well dressed man 
had entered the room, and  from deduction I realized that although this was 
free speech time, we weren't  allowed to talk while in the presence of this man. 
I soon learned that he was  called 'Headmaster'. I sat perfectly still on my 
bed, not wanting to even think  about the headmaster; which was another 
mistake. I hadn't noticed that all of  the others had knelt down and assumed a 
special position. Before I knew what hit  me, I was once again reeling in pain. My 
screams seemed to echo throughout the  entire cell block. Once I'd regained my 
composure, knowing that I'd also  relieved my bladder, I was quickly taught 
the proper posture for such times as  theses. I'd been hit with that cattle prod 
stick once again, and I sure as hell  didn't even want to feel it again; even 
though this time it was on my thigh and  not my balls. The concrete floor was 
causing a great deal of discomfort to my  knees, as the Headmaster made his 
way around me, being careful not to step in my  small puddle of piss.      The 
Headmaster didn't stay  long, as he moved over to the walkway, next to the 
open cell door opposite mine.  My cell door closed but I wasn't foolish enough to 
move from my position; not as  long as he was standing so near.

Footsteps, several pairs of  footsteps, were the only sound I heard now. They 
were getting closer and closer  to my cell and I began to think I was in for 
more punishment. The footsteps were  now directly in front of my cell door, 
but oddly enough my door didn't re-open.  I heard the sound of muffled moans and 
groans, unaware as to who they were  coming from; yet I was beginning to care 
less and  less.

There was,  however, some verbalizing which I couldn't make out; just before 
the sound of  the men began to fade away, as the steel door closed behind 
them. Instantly, the  men began to chatter away. They were more or less commenting 
on what had just  happened to me and the arrival of yet another new slave. I 
got to my feet as  quick as I could, trying to rub the soreness out of my 
knees; when I looked  across the walkway.

Lying on the cot was a man, a young man by all appearances. His face had a  
splattering of blood, as did his ears. From where I was standing, it looked as  
if he too was completely hairless, from head to toe. He had huge, really  
gigantic rings in his ears, his nose and one the same size as my Prince Albert  
going through the end of his cock. There was even blood covering a majority of  
his cockhead. There was a rubber hose coming out the end of his dick, 
draining  his piss into a plastic bag. His legs were spreadeagled out on the bed and 
I  thought that I saw another large ring behind his balls, close to his 
asshole. I  looked, again at the mans' face and could tell that he must have gotten 
into a  fight as his right eye was swollen and starting to turn black and 
blue. I didn't  understand how anyone could be so cruel to another human being. I 
hope that this  kid makes it out of here okay. I continued to stare at the 
unconscious figure of  a man, unaware that the door had once again opened up; 
most likely because the  other slaves continued talking amongst  themselves.

A man, I  presumed to also be a slave, was distributing lunch. He was, or at 
least I  thought he was, in his late fifties. His body was fit and trim, but 
he just  seemed to have the age lines you would see on an older person. He 
wasn't  American either, that much I did  know.

I watched as he  took a bowl and passed it through the wide hole at the 
bottom of each cell door.  My first impression was that the spoon or fork was also 
in the large bowl, but I  soon found out that there was to be no spoon OR 
fork. In silence, I looked  either side of me to see the men not using their hands 
to eat; but they were on  their hands and knees eating like animals. Sure, 
I'd eaten this way twice on the  ship, but didn't they just tell Jordan and I 
that this was a 'high class' place?  All I could do was follow suit and bury my 
face into the bowl and eat my meal.  Whatever it was wasn't too bad, really. 
It made me thirsty though and I couldn't  wait until the slave brought us our 
water dish. By the time I was done, so were  the rest of the slaves. I asked 
about getting water, and every slave around me  began to laugh. It was 
embarrassing to say the least, but if I wanted any water  I would only get it if I 
sucked on the rubber cock coming out of the wall. I  wasn't about to do that, not 
now, not ever. I'd die  first.

The same slave  re-appeared, to remove our food bowls; which we all had to 
quietly slide out the  opening in our door, and we also had to say a 'thank you' 
to the slave for  delivering the meal. It was only quiet for a minute or two; 
then the entire cell  block was emptied except for me and the man across the 
way. Shortly thereafter,  the door opened and I could see two slaves pushing a 
large cart down the  walkway. On top of the cart was a huge television 
screen. No sooner than they  had gotten to my cell door, it slides open as if by 
magic. The cart and  television took up the entire opening of my doorway. One of 
the slaves grabbed  an extension cord and a coaxial cable from the back of the 
cart and walked back  towards the door, where he plugged in the electric cord 
and screwed in the coax  cable. They left just as fast as they had  appeared.

The screen  came to life, with the Headmaster commanding me to assume the 
position. Of  course I didn't, and I soon found out that every square inch of the 
cell block  was covered by surveillance cameras. He barked the order one 
final time, and I  quickly dropped to my knees. His little speech simply put, said 
that I needed to  remain kneeling during the entire presentation. He said 
that each and every day  I would be required to view a certain predetermined 
amount of training videos.  Some days would mean I'd be kneeling six hours and 
some days would be less.  

I couldn't believe the  first video. It was me on the screen, aboard ship 
during the times that Daniel  had used his video camera. They even showed dozens 
of still photos of me, which  had apparently gone out over the internet and to 
the slave auction website. I  wept silently through most of that video, as 
everyone knows that watching  yourself being forcibly humiliated and pierced is 
not always a good thing. I got  aroused though, when they displayed the warmth 
and affection that Jordan had  afforded me.

The next  video shown to me was of some of the 'normal' routines here at the 
school. It  too, was difficult for me to witness whippings, canings and 
floggings. The  amount of broken, blistered and bloody skin was making me feel a bit 
 faint.

The third video  depicted what appeared to be a young teenage boy, apparently 
sold by his  parents. He was in his initial phase of learning the 'art' of 
cocksucking. It  didn't look pleasant at all. Unlike the rubber dick that Jordan 
and Daniel used  on me, rather politely I might add. My mind reverted back to 
that one day when I  was required to attempt to overcome my gag reflex, which 
for all intent and  purpose was a failure. Here I was watching this boy being 
forced to accept a  living, blood filled cock, of epic proportions. He was 
gagging, crying and  puking as the goon was forcefully thrusting his hips, 
driving what I'd call a  monster of a cock into this teenager's mouth; presumably 
not wasting any time in  ramming it down the boy's throat. The video continued 
on, showing daily progress  being made. After God knows how many different 
cocks had forced themselves into  the oral cavity, the teenage boy seemed to be 
getting the hang of 'deep  throating'. I couldn't begin to count the amount of 
times that the cocks erupted  and spew sperm down his throat or all over his 
face. It was a rather disgusting  thing to be viewing, being that it was a male 
doing it to another male. It  wouldn't have seemed gross had the recipient 
been a female. By the end of the  tenth day, lips swollen to grotesque 
proportions, the teenager was taking the  full length and thrust of every cock which 
presented itself for servicing. And,  to make things seem even more difficult to 
accept; the teenager was begging for  cock, seemingly not ever satisfied 
without getting a cock to suck on. I would  never allow myself to sink so low as 
to even entertain the idea that cock  sucking was something I'd find beneficial 
to my well being. They will have to  bury me, before I'd sink into a life 
filled with debauchery. Not that I have ill  feelings about or against gay men, 
but I've never entertained constant thoughts  of man to man sex before. Sure 
Alan was a grand experience, and yes I enjoyed  the closeness and companionship 
with Jordan, but they are the gay ones; who  seemed to desire my body, my 
cock, my  sperm.

Off and on during  my video viewing, I could faintly hear the man across the 
walkway groaning, as  if he was in distress. Since he was unconscious when 
they put him in his cell, I  took his groans and moans to mean that he was waking 
up from either getting the  shit beat out of him or perhaps they had injected 
him with some form of drug;  which may have rendered him helpless. None the 
less, at least I felt better  knowing that the man was  alive.

Another video  started with another slave in training, with what the title 
said was 'Born to  Please'. Like the others I wasn't at all happy to be watching 
this one either.  It was a video on a 'total induction' into the life of 
slavery; but in this case  the victim, or slave, was doing this willingly. From 
what I could tell he was  about my age or a year or two older. It started with 
the Headmaster greeting him  nicely at the front entry door, but soon turned 
south when the young adult  didn't act quick enough to please the Headmaster. I 
got to see, from the other  side, just how precise these people are when it 
comes to applying the prod to a  human's body. I watched intently as the new 
slave was shorn of his hair and then  shaved, apparently receiving the same 
treatment that I got; one preventing any  re-growth of hair for at least six 
months. I watched and listened as he was  ringed, which brought back memories of me 
lying on the table, while Daniel poked  holes in my body. At least this slave 
didn't have to get such large rings, like  the ones which now adorn my naked 
soul. Watching, as a spectator, someone  getting that nozzle crammed up their 
butt and seeing the shit and ass slime flow  out, over and over again; was 
something that they didn't need to show anyone. I  felt more degraded now than I 
had ever felt before. I began to sympathize with  this poor slave. I could 
actually feel, now, what that poor slave in the video  was going through. As I 
watched his stomach and abdomen expand, I could actually  feel it as if I were 
going through it with him. I think my mom used to call  feelings like this, 
'sympathy  pains'.

I guess this new  slave, had prior experience in sucking cock; as when they 
showed him again he  was taking every inch the goons and some of the other 
slaves were giving him. I  didn't notice a single drop of cum dribble from his 
lips. They even had filmed  him taking dick up his ass. Now this, I truly found 
to be far beyond anything  that I could handle. I couldn't imagine that I'd 
been sold to a man that would  take a heterosexual and force his dick into the 
slaves butt hole. Maybe, if I  was still unable to escape; I'd find that my new 
owner wasn't' into fucking men.  All I could do was hope and pray. I didn't' 
want to suck cock either, but I feel  certain that cock sucking is something 
every man on the face of the earth enjoys  feeling. But, I did know one thing 
for certain. If they had any intentions at  all on forcing a cock down my mouth 
and throat; I'd resist every step of the  way. If I tasted sperm in my mouth, 
I would surely spit every last drop of it  back onto the person who dropped 
his  load.

I hadn't realized  that I'd watched videos for most of the afternoon; until 
the screen went black  and two slaves rolled it away; causing my cell door to 
instant slam shut and  lock. My knees were killing me, as I stood up to rub 
some life back into them.  My eyes caught sight of the man again, still out like 
a light and the blood now  dried and caked on various parts of his body. I 
couldn't help but to think how  much pain they must have put this young man 
through. I actually felt a  tremendous amount of sorrow for him, but not enough so 
that I was mad at who had  ever do this to him.

I  was still the only one in the cell block, my mouth was parched and I knew 
just  what I had to do if I wanted to get any water to drink. God, this was 
going to  be just disgusting. I slowly walked over to the wall, looking down now 
at the  rubber cock. I couldn't just bend down and sip from it; oh no, I had 
to get down  on my knees. These people have thought of everything. So, with no 
options  readily available, I knelt there; the rubber dick staring me right 
in the face.  I got close enough to put my tongue on it, but nothing happened. 
Finally I put  my lips around it, just behind the ridge and still nothing 
happened; even when I  tried to squeeze my lips tighter, no water came out. I took 
a little more into  my mouth and again I squeezed… still nothing. I pulled my 
head back, leaving  just the head of the rubberized cock in my mouth and I 
began to suck ever so  slightly; which turned out to be the correct thing to do 
if I wanted to get  water. However, the water only trickled out. I slid my 
mouth back down over the  cock, which put about two inches of this slimy thing 
inside of my mouth. I  applied a little bit of pressure with my lips and began 
to retract my mouth back  towards the tip. A little more water came out, in a 
manner which almost seemed  like the rubber dick was slowly pissing. I 
maintained control of my mouth around  the dick, until I had gotten just enough water 
to ease my dry mouth problem. I  quickly backed away from the dick and took to 
lying on my cot, staring blindly  at a bare ceiling.

Openly I wept, as fond memories flooded into my thought process. For lack of 
a  better thing to say; I was homesick, no doubt about it. I was yearning for 
the  touch, the feel, the smell of my mom; along with her warm smile and witty 
sense  of humor. I missed my friends as well, yes, including my gay friends 
especially  Alan. If he were here this very day, I'd ask him if all of this is 
real. Right  now I didn't want to dwell on the last week, and the mounting 
fears and tensions  that came with it. I didn't want to waste my time or energy 
fruitlessly taking  out my pent up anger against my dad; as there was simply 
nothing in this world  that I could do about it anyway. I had to find a way out 
of here, but I already  knew that escaping from the cellblock seemed nearly 
impossible. I must have  enjoyed the time I had alone, as I began to relax some; 
but the more I relaxed,  the more I felt the strain on my cock and balls. The 
two weights had done a  number on me and my nuts seemed to be stretched twice 
the distance as when I was  first taken into slavery. I began to feel the 
steel piercings too, as the weight  of them was rather difficult to ignore. But 
now I needed to piss, so I slowly  rolled myself off of the cot and stood up; 
making my way over to the toilet. The  steel, spiked, cock and ball cinch ring 
was my constant reminder that I was no  longer a free man. I closed my eyes, 
begging my cock to start pissing. No sooner  had my solid piss stream landed 
inside the toilet, I received a shock, which ran  right up my cock and coursed 
its way through my entire body. As my body jolted  backwards, piss going every 
which way, my left leg came into contact with the  lower portion of the toilet 
and I received yet another jolt of electricity.  Laying on the floor madly 
rubbing my cock and leg at the same time, I came to  the realization that the 
toilet was hooked up to some electrical device. Thank  goodness I wasn't sitting 
on it taking a dump. Some of the steel spikes had  punctured my skin and I 
could see where eight or nine of them had drawn blood. I  began to wonder, just 
what in the hell I could do that wasn't going to cause me  any pain. It seems 
that over the last couple of days, everything that I did,  right or wrong, 
resulted in some form of punishment. Surely the life of a slave  can't be this 
bad. Just because I am, who I am, is the only reason that I'm  treated in this 
fashion. Jordan is probably off somewhere sucking cocks and  having a good 
time. And, it wouldn't surprise me if some of the goons around  here are making 
him sing his song while they fuck the life out of him. But I  suppose that all 
gay guys like to take dick up their ass, or drive their dick up  one at least.

Where had  my life gone? The great days lounging around the pool with my 
friends, the  occasional girl giving me a not so good blowjob or letting me fuck 
her; filling  up a condom with my sperm. The fantastic times I used to have 
while getting my  hair cut and styled at our local high end salon. Now those were 
real ladies who  worked there, that's for sure. The Friday or Saturday nights 
when we'd all go  out to a party and just have fun hanging out together. Are 
those days all behind  me now? And lastly, the freedom that my car gave me to 
come and go just about  any time I wanted to. Oh how I miss my BMW  Roadster.

The steel door  slid open, which brought me back to reality. The first thing 
I noticed was the  odor of piss in my cell, from my earlier encounter with 
that fucking electrified  toilet. A quick glance towards the toilet and I could 
still see the piss all  around on the floor. I just knew, that if any of the 
slaves saw it, or smelled  it, that I'd be in for a mountain of  ridicule.

What really  surprised me, was that all of the cell doors opened up at the 
same time; which  would allow the slaves to enter their cell immediately. 
However, that wasn't to  be the case. Slaves, all of them, appeared at my open cell; 
some were standing  and others were on their hands and knees. I hadn't 
noticed, really, the physical  condition of those who were on all fours; but I would 
soon find out, up close  and personal.

Once  they'd all amassed at my cell they entered very slowly. They began to 
make a  semi-circle around me; but before they could complete their circle, I 
was off my  cot, cowering in the corner; resting on the heels of my feet and my 
hands now  firmly displaying fists.

The one slave who'd done most of the talking earlier, began by introducing me 
to  all of the other slaves. I didn't pay any attention to their names, as my 
 reasoning wouldn't allow it. I noticed that those on all fours really were  
different. Most of them had been castrated, some even had their cocks removed. 
 Their elbows looked horrendous, which I presumed was due to the way they had 
to  move about. The longer I watched these slaves; I could tell that they 
must have  had some sort of surgery which prevented them from straightening their 
arms.  Apparently, their legs were in the same condition as it seemed too 
easy for them  to keep their arms and legs up in the air for such long periods of 
time. I  didn't have any feelings towards their situation, as apparently who 
ever their  master was, wanted them this way and Lord only knows how many of 
them are  actually here voluntarily. I briefly thought about Jordan, as he too 
wanted to  be dominated, and he wanted to serve at the pleasure of a master. 
Alan on the  other hand, seemed to me, to be the domineering type of gay male. 
All of his  friends seemed to follow his lead and do his bidding for him. Even 
the way he  ordered the 'cabana boy' around was a subtle display of dominance 
more so than  just the son of the slaves'  owner.

The slaves seemed  to tighten their circle all around me, as the one slave 
said that this was my  welcoming party. As much as I wanted to believe him, I 
dare not let my guard  down; although I did open my hands versus keeping them 
balled into fists. The  slaves who were standing seem to be smiling, as I looked 
over each and every one  of them. Some had natural hair, some had been 
trimmed and some were bald all  around their private parts. None, not even the 
crawling slaves were totally  smooth like I was. Was I lower on the ladder of life, 
than these slaves? Perhaps  my question was answered the second that the 
standing slaves released torrents  of piss all over my body. No matter how much I 
protected my face; piss flowed  from my bald head downward, causing me the 
ill-fated situation of having to lick  the acrid piss off of my lips. Once they'd 
flicked their last remaining drops of  piss onto my body, the kneeling slaves 
rose up and pissed on my lower half.  There were two slaves who didn't even 
have cocks, so they didn't partake in the  debasing of my body. Just when I 
thought everyone was done, having their fun  with me, four slaves reached down 
and took hold of me, dragging me to the center  of my cell. They quickly had me 
spread out on my back, staring up into their  faces; which all of them seemed 
to have the most demeaning smiles I'd ever seen.  The two slaves, who were 
cockless, one by one straddled my face and released  their full bladders of hot, 
smelly, nasty piss. Did I show weakness since I was  here? Had I displayed 
anything but superiority since arriving? This wasn't, this  isn't some sick form 
of college frat initiation! What's next?

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thanks,
marcus, trey and  billy  

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