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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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