Date: Wed, 06 Aug 2003 16:46:56 +0100
From: Gerry Taylor <gerrytaylor78@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Changed Life - Chapter 17 - Gay - Authoritarian

This is the 17th chapter of Part One of a trilogy of
novels of gay sex.

Keywords: authority, control, loyalty, slavery, punishment, re-training,
and submission

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The Changed Life by Gerry Taylor

Chapter 17 - The breaking of Greg

The following morning I had Yuriy bring Greg in to me
after breakfast. He had been, of course, been given no
clothes. It is quite amazing what a simple good's night
rest can do. He looked alert.

Yuriy made an obeisance touching his forehead on the
floor. When Greg did not, Yuriy even tapped him on the
foot as if to remind Greg of what he was not doing. Greg
still did not kneel.

To Yuriy, I said, `Up' and went over to examine the
newest arrival. While he had a lot of blisters and cuts
in his skin, as I ran my hand over his back and
buttocks, his skin contracted and he trembled slightly.

`Easy, boy,' I said, `I am merely seeing that you are
all in one piece.'

`I am not your boy,' he literally snarled.

Yuriy, who was standing near, not understanding the
English, but certainly picking up on the tone of the
snarl, suddenly looked to the ground as if it had seen
something very interesting.

`We shall see, slave, what name you are called when your
training is finished and you are broken in to my
wishes,' I replied. `Do you acknowledge me as your owner
and Master.'

`You are not my owner, I am a freeman and you are not my
Master, ` he answered.

`To-day, you can think about that, but tomorrow morning
I want a definite answer freely given. Otherwise, I
shall obtain an answer from you when you have been
broken, and then your answer will be forced from you,
and that let me assure you now, it will not be
pleasant.'

I told Yuriy to take him to the fields where the two
layabouts usually worked and left it at that.

I doubted that my new slave, Greg would have anything
different to say in the morning, so before leaving for
the Bank, I checked exactly what was in the re-training
room. I set out a number of items, - collar with some
clips, some Velcro restraints, a beautiful camel cane
just over three feet in length. I found an electric
vibrating dildo about 7 inches long with a ribbed head
which rotated according to the setting.

But most interestingly of all, under some dust covers
were two leather covered table, with various leather
straps attached to the sides. A slave could be place on
them, hands fastened to two of the corners, and legs
splayed out almost as if doing the splits on the other
side. Three small handles underneath allowed different
sections of the table to highered or lowered at will. In
one of its drawers were three small corded whips each
about two feet long, each of a different number of
strands of corded twine. They were quite light until I
flicked one of them against my leg and nearly collapsed
with the stinging pain. Time was pressing, so I had to
leave my exploring and go to work.

The day seemed long and I found myself frequently
thinking of Greg Logan and how he would have to be
broken. The weekend was upon us and I thought that it
was the best and most opportune time to do it and to
really take him in hand.

On arriving home at the Aloe Palace, Aziz brought me up
to date on the day's activities. He had all as usual
very much in hand. I was told, amongst many other
things, that Greg had been helping out somewhat in the
vegetable gardens but it had been clear that even the
laziest of the two layabout slave had been doing more
than he.

The slaves had showered and been given their food and
were about to be bedded down for the night. I said I
would inspect them. They made obeisance as I arrived at
their quarters and then went to the `display' position.
All except Greg who just stood their defiant in his
demeanour and rebellion in his eyes.

I told Aziz to put a collar on Greg and to fasten his
hands behind his neck. This is done easily with Velcro
straps which have a simple link which clicks onto
the collar. The strongest man is thus rendered helpless
in his upper body, unless he charges or tries to head-
butt you.

I ran my hands over their fine bodies, their short
haircuts still a little damp after their shower. They
stood exceptionally proud, strong lithe bodies, and
defined sinews of strength and manhood or rather of
strength and slavehood.

`I think I will swap you round this week and give you
each a new buddy.'

Although they were at display, there were some sideways
looks, when suddenly Ross moved and catching Vitali by
the arm pulled him forward towards me and they both
knelt down, rather Ross did pulling Vitali down with
him.

`Master, please don't change us. We are working very
well together.'

Vitali had not understood what was going on and was just
kneeling there.

`And becoming lovers no doubt.'

Ross gave one of his smiles which was really now a wide
cheeky grin, `Yes, Master, that as well.'

Blushing right down his neck, Bob took Flavio by the
hand, and knelt down as well, `Master, please do not
change us either,' and both he and Flavio kissed my
feet.

In turn, each of the other new slaves, as I thought of
them, came forward, having started to guess what was
going on. Finally there were only Food and Drink, and
the two layabouts, and Greg standing, the first lot at
`display' and Greg insolently there.

Food and Drink and the layabouts realising that they
were on their feet alone now with Greg, and sensing his
hostility towards me, dropped to their knees.

`I suppose another week with each other will help you
each bond better with your buddy.' There was a chorus of
`Yes, Master.'

With that Bob nudged Flavio who shuffled forward on his
knees and, looking back at Bob who nodded at him, said
in very heavily accented English, `Master, I can cook,'
and cast his eyes back again to Bob who nodded that it
had come out ok. It was a total non sequitur, but in a
way it was a statement that he wanted to do better for
me as Master than he had been doing to date .

I looked at Bob for an explanation, who added, `Master,
he saw Cook prepare your evening meal for you one day
and said how bad it was. In Italy, all his family cooks
apart from whatever else they do. He thinks - he knows
he can cook better for you.'

Again, I looked at my Canadian slave, and said, `Does he
not know any more English?'

`Master, he only knows a few words and I am teaching him
some more as we work and train together.'

`And as you make love together as well, I presume.'

Bob went totally red and merely added `A little,
Master.'

A plan had formulated in my mind.

Saying, `Up' to Flavio, I looked at the slave whom the
others had to hold down for his prostate examination
some weeks ago. His build had firmed up. His body had
toned up. `I shall remember the offer to cook.'

Turning to Aziz, I said in Arabic, `get them all bedded
down for the night' and to beckoning to Yuriy and Radek,
I told Greg and them to follow me. I went into the re-
training room with them and closed the door behind me.
It was only then realised that the room itself was
soundproofed.

Turning to Yuriy and Radek indicated to them to get Greg
on the table. He did not like being manhandled but soon
was lying face down on the table. I took one of his
arms, unhooked it and fastened it firmly with a strap to
a far corner of the table, similarly his other arm.

Greg was now lying flat across the table on his belly
his arms fully extended. His legs were together and over
the side nearest the door. I took a strap from the
corner of the table nearest his left leg, and let Radek
slip the left ankle into the strap. Yuriy had the other
ankle waiting for me on the other side.

What had been a supine figure now was an x-shaped
figure, whose legs were splayed wide almost like a
gymnast doing the splits. But Greg was no gymnast and
you could see the muscles straining already as he tried
to move and take even the weight of his lower body and
thighs off the his legs stretched out straight on either
side of him. I tightened and raised the straps and he
groaned as the extra pressure hit his straining muscles.

I told Radek and Yuriy to wait outside the door which
they did and went into `rest' position outside as they
closed the soundproofed door.

I raised the centre section of the table underneath
Greg's body, so that it looked as if he was lying on a
small vaulting horse. His body on the table portion of
it, his legs splayed over one of the edges, his balls
and cock hanging down, floating in the air. Again, he
groaned but did not say anything. He must now have been
already in some considerable pain.

I went round the table and took the cover off a small
table which was at the level of his eyes, where some of
the items I had earlier selected came into his view.
There was a large tube of lubricant, the large black
dildo of about 14 inches in length over which I let my
fingers run. There was also a small dildo-vibrator about
seven inches long in black rubber with wires leading
down to an electric plug. There was a long feather and a
long thin three foot camel cane. In a clear glass
beaker, there was a dull yellow liquid and, beside it,
two long-sticked cotton buds, and beside these the
knotted cords of twine.

`Greg,' I said dropping down on my hunkers at his eye
level, `this is the re-training room. You are here now,
only with me. There is no one else here to hear your
screams or anything you may wish to say.'

`If previously you were trained as a slave and just
happened to forgot something important, this is where
you would be re-trained to get you back to being an
obedient slave. I believe you have never really been
fully trained. You have been told how and when to piss
and shit, how and when to sleep. But your mind is still
obsessed with yourself. There only one thing a slave
must be obsessed with, which is his Master.'

`Now remember this and this fact only this evening.
Everything which happens to you here this evening will
be doubled tomorrow evening, and the following day
tripled, until you break, and break you will.'

`Greg, do you acknowledge now that you are a slave and
that I am your Master?'

A stream of obscenities issued from his mouth. He must
have gone on for thirty or so seconds. He had not
acknowledged me as his Master.

Taking up the three foot cane, with slow deliberateness,
I ran my fingers down its length letting him see every
inch of it, and then going to the side of the table,
where he would have had difficult in seeing, I brought
it down three times with all my force on his left
buttock. His screams bounced off the walls of the re-
training room, not because of the pain of the stroke but
more because of the jerking of the body putting a strain
on the split legs.

Standing then directly behind him to the right, I did
the same with his right buttock. His screams were
equally loud. It was not that the blows were heavy
compared to a full whip, but being suspended `in the
splits' position so to speak, made the pain double if
not treble in intensity.

`Greg, do you acknowledge now that you are a slave and
that I am your Master?'

He shook his head from side to side.

I brought the cane down, perhaps with not such force
again, three times on the tender back and underside of
each of his thighs. Though I had not broken his skin at
all, his screams were no less loud than previously, and
if I was beating raw flesh.

`Greg, do you acknowledge now that you are a slave and
that I am your Master?'

He again shook his head from side to side.

I went around and looked in his eyes which were bulging
and bloodshot. He was trying to mouth something, but I
put a finger to my lips as if to indicate silence. I ran
my hand down his back, on which there was now a sheen of
perspiration, though the room was cool, and certainly
not warm.

Before his eyes, I stripped off. I had the beginnings of
a hard-on from my exertions. I took the tube of
lubricant and slowly applied it to my cock now hardening
by the second. Greg seemed to realise what was about to
happen as he tried to move his arms, but in doing so,
moved his body which put even more pressure on his legs.

I went behind him and positioning the height of the
table so that his hole was directly in line with my
perpendicular cock. His anus was suffused pink on the
outside and as its sphincter muscles being pulled apart
by the locking apart of his legs, it was brightly pink
at its striated centre. While it looked moist, I had put
no lubricant on it, I don't think the slaves at shower
time would have dared touch him there to put any on it
either.

I placed the tip of my penis against the anal passage,
so tight that it like touching the stretched canvas of
an erected tent. Bending back slightly at the hips, with
one fluid movement, I pushed forward.

At that precise moment, a number of things happened.
Greg Logan lost his anal virginity. He roared, it was
not a scream -- as my penis drove fast down his rectum
and into the cavity beyond. My cock, though lubricated,
felt as if it was being pushed into a tight glove of
sphincter muscle which clamped down on my cock as if in
a vice like grip.

There was a split second silence, and then his shouting
began. `Take it out. Get it out. Get the fuck out of me.
Get it out of me right now., Take it the fuck out,' and
this was followed by a series of personal insults
directed at me which I shall not repeat, suffice it to
say quite a lot of expletives, one or two of whom I had
not heard before and which I presumed he must have
picked up in the Commandos.

I let the tirade subside somewhat. I was quite excited
sexually at the vice like grip of his anal muscles.
After some thirty or so seconds, I pulled back and
without coming out of him, pushed in again, with all my
force. I kept this up in synchronisation with his
curses, expletives, demands, threats and heaven knows
what else. Then he started repeating himself.

Mockingly I said, `I thought the Royal Navy would have
taught you a little more than that. Now you are
repeating yourself over and over.'

And I continued a brutal thrusting in and out, at times
almost fully out of him, but never so, and then crashing
back in for over forty minutes.

While I am quite an expert on fucking, there is only a
limit to which you can go, without actually sensing the
tensing of the balls as the sperm prepares to ejaculate.
I felt after almost three quarters of an hour my semen
rising in me and I spewed it out into Greg Logan's anal
cavities.

When I pulled out, I found that there was a small trace
of blood on my penis, indicating a tear somewhere on his
rectal passage due to his tightness and the penetrating
size of my cock.

I dried the perspiration off myself and cleaned by cock
of any lubricant or anything else, and dressed myself.

Hunkering down beside his face, I said, `Do you have
anything to tell me?'

He could barely move his head, but said, `Go fuck
yourself. Go to hell, you bastard.'

`As you can see, Greg, I am only going to concentrate on
one spot this evening. Your anus. You are now
deflowered. You are no longer a virgin, an anal virgin.
In that regard, you no longer have a market value as a
slave. So while you rest a little after that
deflowering, let me help you smile a little as your
relax.'

I took up a long feather, something akin to a goose-
feather from which our ancestors would have made a
quill, and proceeded to touch his anus, from its centre
to its edge with the very tip of the feather. He did not
wish to laugh, but soon he was screaming laughter and
the pain of moving and trying desperately to get away
from the tip of the feather.

Again, after some fifteen minutes, hunkering down beside
his face, I said, `Do you have anything to tell me?'

He could not answer trying to catch his breath, but
shook his head.

`Greg, you disappoint me. But in a way I am glad. This
is the first of many nights on which I am going to enjoy
your body, every pore of its skin, every square inch of
its surface, as I find you pain and pleasure points, and
break you to my will.'

I took up the knotted cords which felt rough to the
touch. I let them run over Greg's forearm, so that he
could see how light they were. Going back around him, I
stood between his stretched legs and taking aim with the
small corded whip landed the tip of the twined lash
right on his puckered orifice.

The voice he had lost, he now found it again, and the
walls echoed his wailing scream. My lash, though right
on the most sensitive of spots of the external human
body, had not broken the skin. The puckered pinkness had
seemed to swell a little as if there were a welt on the
centre of the anus.

I took aim a second and a third time. While the second
lash of the whip was more on the buttock that on the
arse hole, the third one was spot on and he screamed and
screamed again. I felt quite pleased with myself as two
out of three bulls-eyes were not all that bad at all.

Pleased with myself, I again lower myself to his eye
level. There were tears in his, I not know whether of
pure pain or humiliation or what. I could not read past
the blur.

`Greg, I now seriously ask you to say, if you have
anything to tell me. Don't try replying until I finish
speaking. Don't have me apply my three last little items
for today. Let me tell you what they do. The first is a
vibrator which will be left on for a full hour. Once
inserted in your rectum, with its flanged head, nothing
but a good strong pull, will ever get it out. It will
cause you to come by massaging your prostate so much,
you will be in total agony. I will not switch it off for
a full hour once I switch it on, even though you change
your mind half way through and want to tell me
something.'

`The second thing is this flask you see here. It
contains a very diluted hydrochloric acid, in fact 99
parts water, and one part acid. But once I insert this
cotton bud right up your urethra, your piss hole, being
saturated in the acid, you will experience more pain,
than ever you thought possible to bear. Of course, you
will bear it, because the acid is so weak, but it is
where it is going that will be the cause of the pain. As
I say, pain such as you have never even dreamed of.'

`The third is simply a dildo some thirty five
centimetres long and fourteen or so in diameter. Once
inserted in your arse, it stays there come hell or high
water for 12 hours, and when I take it out, you will
never have trouble shitting again, and anyone will be
able to fist fuck you with ease.'

`So what will it be? Eenie, meenie, mynie, moh!,' and my
hand stopped on the acid.

I moved around again between his legs and kneeling down
between them stroked his balls and cock, which while not
engorged was certainly not flaccid, with the tips of my
fingers. There was an erotic moment as the penis swelled
under the touch and I took it in my left hand.

`Well, then Greg, here goes' and I dipped the cotton bud
in the yellow liquid and inserted the bud just inside
the tip of his urethra. His scream was immediate and
went on and on and on.

Then I heard a single word, `Master' in a strangled
voice and then over and over again, `Master, Master,
Master....'

Greg was trying to say the word, to gasp and to cry at
the same time. Tears of defeat and shame at his own
weakness, and the humiliation for him of his situation
of a slave hit home.

I cupped his chin in my hand and looked him in the eyes.
There was only despair and defeat there.

`What are you?'

`A slave, Master'

`Whose slave are you?'

`Yours, Master.'

I went to the door and called in Radek and Yuriy, and
told them to release the slave, to bring him to the
showers, and to shower him inside and out, and then to
bring him back to me. They half dragged the unresisting
Greg out.

I took my toys and put them back in a cupboard, and the
flask of piss, for it was no more than that, I poured
down the sink. An ounce of psychology is world a pound
of pain!

Ten minutes later a freshened up Greg was back half
supported between Radek and Yuriy, as he had not fully
recovered the use of his legs. As they came, Radek and
Yuriy quickly made obeisance. And Greg struggled down to
do so.

The other slaves in the common cell were fast asleep.

`Yuriy,' I said, `keep him warm between Radek and
yourself tonight. If you want to use him, use him.'

`Yes, Master.'

As I was about to switch out the last light, I saw that
Food and Drink were looking at me from the cell on the
other side, having been awakened by our earlier
entrance. I motioned them out and the hopped out with
big grins.

After a hard day's work, it is good to be able to relax,
and I fancied some relaxation after all the hard work of
breaking Greg's anal hymen so to speak, and more
difficult still, in breaking his spirit to his Master's
will, to myself. Clutching the firm buttocks of the
grinning Food and Drink I frog-marched them up to my
bedroom for the night.

To be continued...