Date: Tue, 05 Aug 2003 12:55:53 +0100 From: Gerry Taylor Subject: The Changed Life - Chapter 16 - Gay - Authoritarian This is the 16th chapter of Part One of a trilogy of novels of gay sex. Keywords: authority, control, loyalty, slavery, punishment, re-training, and submission This story is entirely a work of fiction and all rights to it and its characters are copyright, and private to and reserved by the author. No reproduction by anyone for any reason whatsoever is permitted. If you are underage to read this kind of material or if this material is unlawful for you to read where your live, please leave this webpage now. Contact points: eMail: gerrytaylor78@hotmail.com Web: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Erotic_Gay_Stories The Changed Life by Gerry Taylor Chapter 16 - The arrival of the slaves I was glad that Aziz was the head of the household. He was not fazed for long by anything which was demanded of him or of the household. The only problem was Cook who was not happy at being for far from the capital. All purchases had to be carefully made, because if he forgot something, the nearest shop, store or supermarket was a hour's drive away. Also, he was very conscious of the fact that only he and the driver were servants, the remainder being slaves. And he like to keep his appointment in the Italian embassy every Saturday evening for his religious observances. While the slaves did not require food, only their daily morning and evening allowance of their special diet, Cook was helped by Yuriy who would drop by the kitchen, sit cross legged on the floor and clean and scrape and peel any vegetables given to him to do. I told Cook that it would be only for some weeks and so it was. Food and Drink had arrived with two other slaves, whom I named Court and Yard, as they were to keep the surrounds of the Palace clean. When that was done, I explained how they were to hoe a section of the vegetable garden with an type of local adze which was very effective. They seemed to be, on the face of it, willing workers, at least while I was around, so I usually had Aziz leave them to their own devices and little by little, some days very little by very little, the section of the vegetable garden was cleared and dug and prepared for a crop. Aziz however was of the opinion that they were layabouts and always referred to them as such. One weekend morning, the slaves worked everyday without break, I saw Aziz have them bend over and he administered five of the best to each of them across their buttocks. They flinched, they shouted, and within minutes were using their adzes as if their very lives were in jeopardy. Aziz saw me and came over. `Master?' `Problem?' `No, Master, they had done nothing in an hour. I was watching them. I have just put some gasoline in their tanks, I think.' The adzes flashing in the air seemed to confirm his Arab way of thinking. We were walking towards the servants quarters where he had an office adjoining his quarters, even though he himself was my slave, when he said that the ownership papers had arrived on the two slaves which I had purchased and needed attention. It was his polite way of saying I had to pay for them. I told him to get the papers ready and that I would be with him presently. I got my cheque book from the Palace and walked back to his quarters. He seemed uneasy. When I enquired why, he replied I was the first Master to be in his office. I looked at the first file which was that of the Kurd. He was only 18 years old and had been sold by his family, or rather by his step-father who had married his mother and wanted both money and him out of the way. His lifting had cost 2,000 euro, and his price in the auction room was 8,000 euro. Rashid had sold him to me at the same price. Some of the comments on the file on the work he had done at Rashid's Palace indicated a very low opinion of him, useless for a sex toy and useless on the farm as he was so lazy. His name was Ali Tasani. His sex boxes said, `Fertile: Yes', `Flaccid: 8', `Erect: 15', `Circ: 11'. A rather puny specimen of slavehood at 65 kgs. The second file was far more interesting. This slave had been lifted by mistake. The lifters were supposed to take the American with whom he was travelling in Morocco. They apparently were rather similar in build, and in the proverbial dark alley, they had mistaken one for the other, knocked out the American, and `lifted' an English man, who within an hour was on a ship which sailed on the day's second tide out of Rabat. His name was Greg Logan, 27 years old and he was a painter and decorator by trade, though had served four years in the Royal Navy and then two years in the Navy's Commandos. He was 6 foot 3 and 90 kgs in weight, or at least had been before his ordeal, uncut, anally virgin, SIN 473184, a heart shaped tattoo on his right arm with an arrow through it, and two small moles on his back. His sex boxes said, `Fertile: infertile' (this was circled) -- interesting I thought, `Flaccid: 8', `Erect: 15', `Circ: 19'. His file from the head of household at Rashid's Palace showed phrases of quiet desperation in the writer. The slave was rebellious to the utmost degree. He had been flogged twice. He had been starved. He had been left hanging by his thumbs and big toes for two days. He had fought and kicked at every opportunity, and finally had spit one day at Rashid himself when Rashid was inspecting something or other. The spit fortunately had not hit Rashid otherwise the slave would have been killed there and then, but the penalty was what I had seen, death by thirst in sight of water. The file also said the Master had been reserving a particular pleasure for himself of breaking him in anally. His lifting had cost four thousand euro and his purchase price in the slave market was twenty two thousand euro, the same price for which Rashid was now selling him to me. I wrote a cheque for 36,000 euro and gave it to Aziz for sending to Rashid al-Akhri. I told Aziz that apart from these two new slaves, I was expecting six others. He appeared very pleased, saying, `The Palace needs a lot of work if the Master is to be well and truly pleased and pleasured at all times.' I explained that one slave would work in the kitchen instead of Cook who would return to the capital. He nodded. I also said that two of the new slaves would be personal slaves to me, but that the other three apart from light duties I might require of them, would assist in the fields surrounding the Palace and in the gardens, where I had certain plans. `It is a great thing to see the Aloe Palace being used once again', he commented. I gave very specific instructions on the hygiene of the slaves and told him how I wanted the slaves' body hair cut and some tattoos removed, one on the young Kurd, one on Ross which was a dragon's tail on his left buttock, two moles on Yuriy left thigh which were his only blemish, that moles and tattoo on the two most recent arrivals. He said it would be arranged and was very pleased to see that order would be brought on the slaves, whom I suspected he thought were having it a bit too easy at present. I said I would go to inspect Ali the Kurd, and the other slave Greg to see if he had survived the night. Aziz informed that he had survived, he himself being happily surprised to see an extra two new faces in the stables when he went to get the slaves up. Jiri and Ali were working in the swimming pool area, Jiri on his hands and knees cleaning the pool, showing a nice crack in his firm arse and Ali, sweeping up dust and sand a bit too casually. They both went on their knees in obeisance when I arrived. I told Jiri to continue on cleaning whatever he was doing. Ali got up when I ordered him. His back showed some beatings, the disks on his spine appearing clearly thought his dusky skin. He went into `display' position immediately. I looked first and foremost into his eyes. They did not wish to make contact with him, and contained only fear. There was no hatred, no resentment, no resignation, only fear. Aziz was standing beside me, and I took the cane which he had in his hand and with which he had `put gasoline in the tanks' of the two layabouts doing the gardening. Ali's eyes were now totally wide with fear. There was so much white, his irises had grown small and the brown colouring of the pupils were in stark relief. I told Aziz to leave us which he did and I continued my inspection of Ali. His chest though stuck out was the underdeveloped chest of a teenager. His pits had a bush of dark axiliar hair each. I tugged at it until he was standing on tippy toe and, if his eyes could have gone whiter, they would have. His hands were behind his head, so reaching behind him, I put the cane in his hands. If before he was fearful, now he was now totally confused. I examined his soft nipples, but did not squeeze them too hard. His teeth were excellent, and did not appear to have a filling. I wondered if he had every seen a dentist in his life apart from whatever inspection at the auction rooms. A treasure trail of totally black hair went from an inch below his navel down to his pubic hair which was childishly soft, but very thick. His balls and ball-sack were those of a teenager and his cock was a mere three inches long. He was a puny specimen of slavehood. His legs where good and strong. The slave bracelet in silver coloured titanium was in contrast to his dark copper skin. I went behind him and ran my hand over his arms at the back of his neck, clutching as they were the punishment cane. There were welts on his back from multiple beatings. The dossier on him had not told the whole story. A small trickle of hair over the crack in his ass. I bent him forward and tapped his ankles with my foot until they were three feet apart, a bit too much for a person of his height which the file had said was 5 foot 9 inches. Licking my middle finger, I was about to put it into his anal passage when I noticed that Jiri was looking surreptitiously over at us with a huge perpendicular erection showing between his legs. I realised that I had not actually read his dossier other than what I remembered from the slave auction room. I motioned him over and told him to `rest' as I continued my examination. His cock was leaking pre-cum so I took some of it on my middle finger, and keeping my eyes on his, sought out Ali's hole. Jiri's cock jumped as if I had touched him and not Ali. He was feeling empathetically the touch of my finger on the other slave's hole. I pressed down on the bottom part of the anus's entrance so as not to create pressure on the sphincter muscle itself, and slid my finger in. Ali's anus was already lubricated and he was clearly no anal virgin. Jiri had lubricated him liberally either last night or this morning when showering Ali. I was still looking into Jiri's eyes, whose cock was now moving with a mind of its own, when my finger touched Ali's g-spot. His prostate gland was a small hard nut. Had I not had my left hand on his back, he certainly would have left the ground. Three, four, five passes in and out and over, and Ali was gasping and groaning and now trying to gyrate his anus against my finger so that it would touch his prostate. His small penis started to grow and erected to around fifteen centimetres and a nice eleven centimetres of thickness. I withdrew my finger and lubricating three of my fingers with Jiri's own pre-cum now forming a thick transparent rope from the piss slit of his urethra, I slipped them in again. Ali was very happy with the new insertions and worked his ass against my fingers contentedly. I had an idea and withdrew my fingers. Getting Jiri to kneel down, I brought his face us to Ali's hole, and told him to lick. He seemed horrified, yet fascinated by the thought of it. He hesitated. I took the cane from Ali's clenched hands. That was enough. Jiri started to lick with the flat of his tongue up and down over Ali's hole. It must have a first for both of them, because Ali gave a shout which was almost a roar and shot a load of cum which hit the marble surround of the swimming pool with a splat. This was followed by a second and a third load. It tasted like nutmeg. I stood Ali up and brought him behind Jiri whom I had bending over. Ali too seemed to hesitate but only for an instant and he tongued away as if he had done it for years. Jiri's cock which had doubled in length to over 7 inches was very thin in its girth, about 4 inches or so. He was oozing pre-cum. At 5 feet 5, he was the smallest of all my slaves and at 64 or so kgs was the lightest in weight. Being Czech, he was uncut and he was most definitely an anal virgin the way his puckered hole was clenched tight. However, Ali seemed to know instinctively all the places to lick and probe and touch, because within a minute, Jiri groaned and came and came and came. It was a morning with a learning curve for two slaves. I then let them resume their duties. Just after midday, Gus Jennings arrived in a light blue Transit van from which he unloaded the six new slaves. When I came out to inspect them, Aziz having informed me of their arrival, in synchronisation, they knelt made obeisance. When I said `up', they went into `display' position. I was enthralled with them. Bob, the Canadian, had shed some fat from his 90 kilos only to replace it with emerging pecs and a six pack to be proud of. I slightly touched his nipple and they stood out immediately. The side of his lips pursed in a smile at the quickness of his body's reaction and I smacked his tight butt to his great pleasure. Dumi, the Moldavian, was a picture of fitness. His cock was perpendicular to his smaller body. Whereas before he had appeared squat because of his size, now he was in proportion. When I ran a hand over his buttock he trembled in the pleasure of my approval. Flavio, the Italian, stood there in resplendent beauty. Puppy fat had disappeared, his definition was superb. I took his long thick cock in my hand and said `Bellissimo'. His chest swelled even more. I looked in his eyes directly and could see no longer a hatred smouldering there. There was another look which I could not place. And then it clicked, the look of being wanted and appreciated by someone else. By whom, I wondered. Radek the Czech's boner was all of 7 inches perpendicular to his trimmed pubic hair. His colour was the best of all, in that being so fair, he had tanned magnificent and I told him so. Rolf, the Swiss slave, stood very well at 6 feet. He seemed to have an extra confidence about him. His balls hung beautifully up against his body. He had a half smile on his lips and it went even a little more when I smacked his bottom with the palm of my hand. The last of the six slaves, Vitali, the Russian, was perhaps the most outstanding as he stood at `display' his cock was flat up against his belly in full and total erection. His blond fair colouring had darkened and now showed no tan line or broken white. In fact, none of the six did. I touched his balls and he shuddered, but looked very pleased. I turned to Gus and congratulated him on the splendid development of his charges. He said you have not seen the two best things about them yet. Turning to the new slaves, he simply said, `Smile' and six genuine smiles flashed from between up to now close lips. Each had a perfect set of capped and even teeth. I just had to walk back and see each again. Rolf, the Swiss German's teeth were magnificent. He was the one who had the fear and dread of dentists. I had him open his mouth wide. There were no visible fillings. The grey amalgams had disappeared. `Kes Problem mit dem Zahnartz, Rolf?', I asked to him in Schweitzerdeutsch. He positively beamed, stuck out his chest some more and said `Kes Problem, Meister.' He had had no problem this time with the dentist. I was so pleased in fact that I had my own teeth done precisely the same the following week, when Hal was free, catheter insertion an all. My surprise with the new arrivals was not over, because Gus ordered `Turn', `Bend', `Spread' and the six slaves turned, bent over, spread their legs a full three feet apart. Their anal passages were on full display. `Clench', `relax', `clench', `relax', and six sets of sphincter muscles were put through their paces for over a minute. `Does the Master wish to inspect his slaves?' The Master did. In each anus, my finger was gripped and released ten times in ten seconds with amazing tight muscle control. Even Flavio managed a creditworthy tightness. I told Aziz to see them to their quarters and then to come to see me. Gus had their documentation with them. I have him two cheques one for the balance due to Dr. Thiecke, the dentist, who would be visiting the Palace in the following days and a smaller cheque to cover the expenses which Gus had incurred in the training. Each dossier had a complete rundown on what had been done and when and how the training had gone on. I gave Gus the black onyx fly swish I had bought for him and he was genuinely pleased to receive it. He said, `I think you have something special in these slaves, Master, and they certainly have someone special in you.' I felt it had been a most successful day. Aziz arrived and with Gus we went over a careful schedule of what needed to be done at the Aloe Palace and how the new slaves in particular were to be kept in tip top shape for my pleasure. I also wanted them to train the other slaves in various things and various techniques. I asked Gus which of the new slaves would be good at training others and he said he would let me know once he had thought about it a while. Later that evening, when the plans and paper work was complete, I walked over to the slaves quarters before they had settled down for the night. The first of my slaves had been living in various single cells. I said that from now on they would be living in the communal cells until I decided otherwise. Now the communal cells could take twelve slaves each and their feature was six wooden beds with a straw mattress pallet which each could sleep two slaves. I stated that each slave for the moment would be paired with another and they would be `buddies' until the following month. The rules would be That Aziz would instruct them That what one did the other did. That where one worked the other worked. That what one knew the other would learn. That one would wash and clean and shave the other but not himself. That each morning the each buddy would milk his buddy. That each buddy would cut the hair of his buddy. Also, that while they could play with each other sexually, their anus was the property of the Master and of the Master alone. It took a little while for this to be explained in both English and Arabic to the slaves. There was some whispering throughout as it went into other languages for those who had difficulty. I also said that Food and Drink and the other two layabouts, Court and Yard, would be returning to Tariq's Palace. This produced a wail from both Food and Drink which was taken up by the other two. Food and Drink literally scrambled down on the floor and begged to remain, Food even going too far in putting my foot on the back of his head, which is the sign of total submissiveness to your true Master, not to any Master. I said they were not my property, and Drink went up to my foot and put it also on the back of his head as soon as Food had relinquished it. The two layabouts, where on their knees and merely saying, `Master' over and over again. I actually shouted `Enough' and there was deadly silence. Gus Jennings actually looked at me and said, `You're not thinking of taking any of these are you? Although I know, things have run more smoothly for Ahmed in the household with these two out of the way,' he said indicated Food and Drink with his foot. `As for the other two, they never did an honest day's work for me and they have never been important enough to really take in hand.' I looked at Aziz who said, `The Master is going to have to have at least 16 slaves here for everything to work to the Master's pleasure. I am not sure about at all about the two layabouts -- and he flicked his cane over one of their backs -- but I suppose they could really -- and he stressed `really' -- be taken in hand.' This caused the two layabouts to give a wail. `As for those two, he said, indicating Food and Drink, `they might have some use in the house,' to which Food and Drink chimed in `Yes, Master. Yes, Master.' Some slave Masters forbid their slaves talk at all, I am not of that persuasion yet and I find it helps me decide who are really willing at times, and who are not. Turning to Gus, I said, `Speak with your Master, and see what he says. If wants them back, they go back. If he wishes to sell, he names his own price and I will not dispute it.' This caused Food and Drink to jump and move around on their knees with joy, and even the two layabouts looked happy. I was wondering why they, in particular, wanted to stay, and asked them directly, `Why do you wish to stay here?' `Because the Master's overseer beat us only once today,' was the simple reply. I would have to find a way to change that philosophy, if they were to stay on. Turning back to the business in hand, I said `So. Who is pairing with whom?' Before I could hardly finish, Jiri rushed forward pulling Ali with him. I nodded to Aziz who made a note. Ross nodded to Vitali and they stepped forward. Yuriy and Radek's eyes locked and they came forward together. Rolf was blushing furiously when Dumi offered him his hand and they came forward. Flavio and Bob were the last to come up. There was no one left, so they were together by being the last. Greg, Rashid's former slave, had not been included as he was still too ill. I stated a regime of personal hygiene was to be kept, a strict diet was being observed, all would have duties to do, two hours hard gym work when the sun got too hot for work out, and two hours of learning that would have in the early after noon, followed by more gym or swimming and then bed every night an hour after sundown. I also said that they would have the freedom wander the grounds by day, and that, at night, they would not be locked in. They were not to enter the Palace unless ordered to do so. Food and Drink were put together in what was essentially and individual cell, and the two layabouts, Court and Yard, in another as they were not, yet at least, my stock. I then went to see Greg, who had been placed in one of the hospital cells as Aziz called them. He was actually awake but hardly able to move. He was still lying on the blanket on which we had hauled him in from the limousine. The margarine had long melted but its effects had done good. The skin looked less as if were trying to hold his body together. But in various places, there were second degree burns and flesh was clearly showing. He had been drinking water all day in small amounts, some with salt to replace what was lost, some just plain water. On seeing me come in the cane in my hand, which I had not got rid of, for some unconscious reason, he bristled and tried to rise from the wooden pallet and off the blanket. I looked him in the eyes, and while there was resistance there, and a certain amount of rebellion, there was also a questioning, of wanting to ask but not being sure whether that would make him seem weak instead of the strong façade he was trying to show. `I am your new Master,' I said, `I have purchased you from Rashid al-Akhri with another slave.' `I am not yours. I am not a slave,' was the reply. `Have you any questions you wish to ask me? It is the only occasion you will have to ask them, sure that I will answer truthfully?' `Where am I? In which, country?' That surprised me. After at least four months here, he still did not know which country he was in. `You are in Dahra.' `You are English?' `Yes.' `How can you be English and own slaves? `You can be both. And I am. And it is a long story?' `Why did you buy me? If that is what you are saying?' `Let's say you were just hanging about. And you had really pissed someone off who was going to do you a lot lot of damage, very slowly, as a warning to others, and for his own personal sadistic enjoyment. Also, I thought that you would prefer giving your ass to me voluntarily than to your previous Master.' He did not rise to the barbed bait, but merely said `Can I go to the toilet? I need to piss, but I don't think I can move.' `Yuriy, Ross,' I shouted. The two came running. `These two saved your life last night and nursed your through the night.' Turning to the two, I said, `Help him piss and shit, and then try and give him a shower without harming the raw skin.' `Master, if we just sat him in the shower and let the water run over him, that way we would not have to touch his skin too much?' Ross said. The patient looked at Ross, for having address me as `Master', but did not say anything other than groan as he was lifted from the blanket and walked into the slaves' showers, pissing and shitting area. Half an hour later, having digitally inspected Jiri's soft central prostate on his own pallet to my complete satisfaction and to his complete exhaustion, proven by four sizeable lines of cum - which tasted of sugar - on the floor which he had to lick up, Greg appeared from the shower area, looking brown and pink at the same time, but devoid of the yellow and greasy colour left by the margarine.' Yuriy and Ross literally laid Greg acroos a double pallet and covered him with a fresh blanket. Quite before my eyes, he closed his and he was asleep. The two looked on at him in astonishment. I merely said to them, `Your own buddies are waiting for you' and walked out with Aziz who switched off the light. To be continued...