Team Bonding 1

Author: trekker
Title: Team Bonding
Date: 16 April 2011

Team Bonding
Being a member of a full time, fully manned fire department we work together, usually a crew of five for a shift of twenty-four hours. Men we do things together when not at the station, from charity work to working out at the gym to what I thought with Crew (or as we call them teams) D was going to the barber.
Usually the fifth man on a team was/is a rotator so instead of having five four man teams. I am one of the firefighters who are assigned as a rotator, we as the rotator would do a six month term with a team and being a rookie into the department, having already done a six month with my assigned Crew A, I was giving the assignment of rotator to get to know my other brother firefighters.
As you might guess I was assigned for my next six month term to team D. The rotation would usually start with a 24 hour shift, but this time team D had their bi annual two week team bonding outing scheduled. During this period a team would go out and do something as a group, but also have job training included. My first team bonding with Team A as our profession training we went to a major city department for five days and the remaining time we went to the Captains’ Hunting lodge and did fishing, hiking and some hunting.
Let me step back a moment, as a team would go onto their bonding outing, we have a group of our “call firefighters” fill in.
As I reported on my first day on team D, I was introduced to the teams Captain Smyth, Will Smyth. Smyth has been a member of the department for 20 years. “Welcome firefighter Davis” he said to me, “we have packed what you need for the bonding weeks.”
At that moment firefighter McIntosh, a twenty something 6’6 build like a wall with a shaved head, just like Captain Smyth’s, enters.
“Mac” Captain Smyth “Take Davis down to the van and secure his space.”
“Sir, Yes Sir” McIntosh chimed back.
McIntosh escorted me out to supply shed. A police style paddy wagon was parked next to it, “we must get changed Davis”, he told me as we entered the shed. There I saw three other firefighters to my surprise were dressed in prison orange jumpsuits, with hands cuffed to transport belts and leg irons. None of them made eye contact with me as I entered. “Strip” McIntosh barked “completely nude.”
I removed my duty uniform. Not to be stupid or anything like that I removed all my clothing. Captain Smyth entered, the three other firefighters jumped to attention, on that queue I did too.
“Mac” he said “I see you got Davis ready for inspection.”
“Sir, Yes Sir” McIntosh chimed back.
Captain Smyth had a pair of latex gloves on and started giving me a full body exam, as if I was being booked. I was even ordered to bend over and spread my butt cheeks. His gloved finger went right up my crack. “Mac” he says “no hidden contraband. Issue Davis his traveling clothing and load the prisoners.”
I was given an orange jumpsuit and slip on shoes. I got dressed. As I was getting dressed I noticed the Captain and McIntosh were changing into county jail style guard uniforms. When they were dressed McIntosh came back to me, fitted me in a transport belt and leg irons.
“Davis” McIntosh announced “as you see the other members of the team have not and will not talk or even give eye contact, I advise you as we load the van you say nothing and keep your eyes to yourself, understand?”
Being nervous I say “I do.”
McIntosh balls his hand into a fist and lands a hard punch to my gut knocking the wind out of me. “That’s not the answer I’m looking for prisoner.”
Remembering how he responded to the Captain getting my wind, “Sir, Yes Sir” I chimed back.
“That’s better” McIntosh growled “Load up”
I was the first to get into the paddy wagon; Captain Smyth sat me on the hard bench securing the locking seatbelt on me. Trying not to be caught I watched as the others as they were loaded they all had shaved heads, two had regulation mustaches. Captain Smyth stays in back with us as McIntosh closes and locks the door, he get behind the steering wheel; I hear his voice “were off to the castle, Sir”.
Smyth responds “don’t speed.”
We must have traveled an hour before one of others say “Sir, I’m thirsty.”
“You must all be thirsty” Smyth says he passes a canteen around within seconds after a man would drink out of the canteen they would get groggy and fall asleep, so I thought. “Sorry Davis this one is empty, no juice left” he said and gets another canteen out. Thinking this canteen was fresh water I chugged some water down.
I started feeling strange, I try to speak but I cannot speak. Was this water drugged too, I tried to stay awake. I noticed the Captain releasing the others. As they were unlocked they were awake.
I heard one say “did he drink the juice, Will?”
“Yes Joe” the Captain said as I pass out.


Team Bonding
part 2

Not knowing how long I was out I find myself in a 6’ by 6’ padded room, lying there striped out of my jumpsuit, but I could not move my arms, it felt I was hugging myself. I come out off of the drug, my head clears. I hear out into another room crackling of electricity as if it was from a stun gun. I realize that I’m in a straight jacket. It feels like there are padlocks securing the buckles, I look down and see the crotch straps had padlocks too.
I hear a key in the door, “who is it” I’m thinking “what are going to do to me?”
The door opens, my heart is beating as if I was just getting done a great cardio workout in comes a person, I think is McIntosh but he has a hood covering his face I could no tell, he grabs me by the left sleeve. “Come” he says. It’s a voice I thought I heard before but cannot remember. I resist, before I know it I get zapped by the stun gun not in the leg or the arm right in the family jewels. I scream.
“That was to remind you to obey” the voice said. I quickly regain myself and follow my captor; he leads me to a barber chair. This was and was not your ordinary barber’s chair there was leather straps connected to it. My captor orders me into the chair; I get into it and get secured.
I hear a familiar voice, it was Captain Smyth “Davis, this is part the professional training so the department knows we did some.” The rest of the team enters the room still dressed in the prison jumpsuits but having full range of movement. One of them hands the Captain a neck collar, just like the one we would use in an automobile accident. I find I’m the victim, I get it put on me, it’s comfortable but I find I cannot move my head. All of a sudden a strap appears and secures my neck to the chair. “Now Davis as a member of team D I require all my men to be shaved”.
The barber sheers come out and I find my freshly trimmed hair falling off my head. Soon some shave cream is applied to my scalp and a razor scrapes me bald. Next surprised me the barber sheers made their way down to my genitals. Being totally restrained I could not move, shortly the shave cream was applied and razor scraped clean. I’ve never thought of trimming the hair down there. With all the touching in that area I was getting an erection.
“Davis” Smyth says, “as soon as you done with your shave I’ll be honored to receive you payment.”
Shortly thereafter I was clean up the Captain opened his mouth and planted my erected penis in it. Startled I try to resist but could not, before I knew it McIntosh had opened my mouth and started pouring a thick white-ish, salty fluid in. “Drink Boy” McIntosh ordered.
As I forced myself to swallow I let a load out into the Captains’ mouth. “By the end of this team bonding we all will be one.” Smyth tells me. “As I received donation, the vial you swallowed was mine. Not to let you know how or when a donor will come to collect from you, you’ll have to accept his donation. You do not have a choice on how you accept the donation, oral or anal.”