Date: Tue, 2 Nov 2004 05:48:16 -0800 (PST)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Four The Same, Part Seven

FOUR THE SAME    by Pete Brown    petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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Part Seven

THE SLAVE'S  STORY

I felt kind of sorry for the young guy as we had to
half drag, half push him out of our master's audience
room.  He was fucking lucky that he got away with it -
our master is a fair man, but he hates a fuss, and he
hates being disobeyed.  And the guy was lucky to get
out of there without having been ordered to be
whipped.  As it was , I could see the red cane marks
across his back and ass - he must be really stupid not
to have learned quickly from that!

He kept shouting as we pushed him along the corridor,
and one of the others - I'm not sure whether it was
Ray or Dan - broke silence to hiss at him to keep his
mouth shut before we all got in trouble.  Fortunately
there weren't any guards or overseers as we went
along, so there was no one to issue a punishment:  the
only people we saw were some of the administrative
staff of the Palace, and they just ignored us.  We
ignored them too, of course, as we're used to being
completely naked around the place and it's no big deal
for us.  But the first time he saw a woman coming down
the corridor towards him, the young fucker shut up
promptly and tried to hide himself behind us - it was
hilarious, really, to see him trying to keep his dick
and his balls covered up with his hands when we were
holding him by the biceps.  Ray and Marc had one arm
each, and you know how Marc's always up for a laugh -
well, just as we almost got parallel with one of the
women, Marc jerked at the kid's arm so that his hand
came up and his dick flopped around at her.  She
didn't mind a bit, as you might expect, but the lad
blushed red as a beetroot.

Personally, I didn't see what he'd got to worry about
- he had a nice body, and a good-sized dick.  In fact,
he reminded me a bit of myself, when I was his age.
Mind you, I suppose that when I was still in my teens
I would have been a bit shy of showing myself to other
people, and I could guess how the kid must be feeling.

We went into the principal guest suite, and looked
round.  Even though they were probably listening, we
reckoned it was OK to talk as they wouldn't want to
admit to having microphones in the guest suites, would
they?  So we introduced ourselves to the kid, and told
him to calm down a bit.  But he just didn't seem to
listen - he was one of those cocky, arrogant kids you
used to see on the streets, who think they own the
world, and don't understand that everything's changed.
 He just kept going on about getting back to London,
about calling the British Embassy, and all that type
of stuff.  He even tried to pull the clothes off the
bed to cover himself up - we had to hold him down
again, and tell him not to be so fucking stupid.  His
master would be up soon, and maybe then he'd be
allowed to wear something - although I doubted it!
I'd seen the way all the men in the room had been
looking at him as we pulled his clothes off, and the
old guy who was now his owner had been no exception.

Honestly, we did try to explain the reality of it all
to him.  We told him that it wasn't a good idea to get
on the wrong side of your owner.  We told him that
slaves were slaves for life, and that it was useless
for him to think he was ever going to be anything
else. But it was no good - he actually dared to call
us a load of queers, running around in the nude, and
this really pissed Dan off and he went to slap the
kid, hard.  Fortunately we managed to hold him back,
as it couldn't be long before his new owner appeared
and he might take exception to us hitting his
property!  But I think the kid got the message, and
quietened down a bit.

We might have got on to talking about things a bit
more rationally, but then the door opened and the
master came in.  All four of us at once salaamed, as
you'd expect, but the master didn't give us the signal
to rise so we had to kneel there and listen to what
was going on.

The kid started all over again about getting free,
pleading with his owner to help him.  Then he got
abusive, and I reckon he was really lucky not to get a
whipping - or worse!  After all, it's well known that
the best way to calm an abusive or potentially violent
slave is to take his balls off, and I wouldn't want to
risk that for myself.  Anyway, we found out why the
kid had been captured - he'd injured his owner in the
street, and then had laughed and been foul-mouthed,
rather than apologetic:  it sounds as if his
enslavement served him right.  Even when I was a bit
of a tearaway in my teens I'd always known where to
draw the line - I mean, having a bit of a laugh, or
even a ruck, with your friends in the street is one
thing;  and most of us do a bit of silly damage to
public property, and some mild shop lifting.  But
injuring someone, well ,that's different, isn't it?
And, if you did, you'd try to help (or, I suppose, you
might run off).  But you'd have to be fucking stupid
to stand there and slag your victim off, wouldn't you?
 This Darren - as that was his name - must be a right
idiot.

Anyway, he soon got his comeuppance:  he tried to run
out of the room, and as he went past Marc, Marc just
reached out and grabbed hold of him.  The other three
of us were a bit envious of Marc - he held the kid
close to him as he carried him across the room, and
the kid was flailing around, trying to hit Marc, who
of course just held him tighter.  I could just see
Marc's dick, and he looked to be pretty excited -
well, I mean, having a hot-blooded boy writhing around
in your arms is a bit of a turn-on, isn't it?  I
reckon he was lucky that it was Marc who was still
holding him and who therefore got to give him an
across-the-knee spanking: Had it been Dan, who had
wanted to thrash him earlier, it would have hurt him a
lot more, I reckon.  As it was, although it must have
hurt him, it was only like a bit of fun, really - I
mean, we have some clients as pleasure slaves who like
us to spank them:  they get turned on by it.  And, of
course, I've taken spankings like that, too, as some
clients like nothing better than to thrash the muscled
ass of a slave like me.  I know it hurts at the time,
but there's no harm done, is there?

Still, lucky old Marc!  He positioned the kid so that
his dick was down in Marc's crotch, and I know that as
he spanked the lad Marc's dick would have been
stabbing up at him!  He only had to give four slaps,
and when he stood up and let the lad fall on to the
floor in front of him, we could all see that Marc was
really excited - his dick was sticking out at right
angles to him.  Hmmm... It had never occurred to me
that Marc was really turned on by that sort of thing:
he and I are special buddies, as I think I've told
you.  All four of us get on really well together, and
do anything with the others, and not only when there
are clients there!  Sometimes, if we're not being used
some evenings, we all play together, and don't really
care whose dick is where.  But I guess most of the
time we tend to pair off and it's me and Marc, and Ray
and Dan, who seem to fall into natural couplings.  I
usually top Marc, as he's more inclined to take,
rather than give, if you know what I mean, and it was
a bit of a surprise therefore to see that spanking the
kid really seemed to turn him on.  It just shows - you
can fuck with a guy for years, and still not really
know them.  I smiled inwardly to myself as I stood
there waiting for orders, thinking about how surprised
Marc would be the next time we had an evening all
together in our cell - I'd see if he really was turned
on by being spanked like that, across my knee.  I
thought I'd trap his dick between my thighs when I had
him in position, so he couldn't get up.  On the other
hand, perhaps it would be my ass that would get tanned
- perhaps Marc only got off on actually doing it...
Would I really like that?

I felt myself getting hard as these thoughts played
through my head.  That's obviously not a problem in a
client's bedroom, as most men are flattered to think
that they have the power to "turn on" a seasoned
pleasure slave, without ordering the guy!  Little do
they know that when we do have spontaneous erections
it's not usually because we're thinking about their
old, tired bodies - no, it's because we're imagining
what we're going to do later that night with the other
three of us.  Still, I don't like to flaunt my erect
dick too much - it usually means that the client
chooses you to fuck or whatever; well, OK, so that's
no big deal, but I suppose it's better, on the whole,
not to be selected for fucking and let one of the
others take it.

Fortunately the client wanted a bath then, so we went
off and ran it, leaving Marc watching the kid.  I
don't mind doing all the intimate things you can do in
the bath with clients, actually.  In fact, I rather
like it, and the others know it, so if the client
gives us any choice, they usually let me go in the
water with him. This client didn't seem to care at
all, so I sprawled into the corner of the bath and he
lowered himself on top of me and lay there.

I did all the usual things - running my soapy hands
all over his chest, massaging his dick and balls, and,
as you'd expect, I managed to manoeuvre myself so that
he was half sitting on my hard dick.  That's pretty
good for me - the warm water tends to disguise the
fact that the client's ass isn't all hard and
muscular, and you can shut your eyes as he's in front
of you and almost imagine that you're enjoying one of
your brothers.  We don't often get to enjoy each other
in the bath like this as when we're off duty, we
shower and we're not allowed to touch each other -
only the kids used as shower attendants get to feel
us.

It's fun just to lie there in the warm, with the scent
of the soap, the client's skin against yours, and your
brothers around you washing him - they even slip their
hands all over me, if they get a chance, and it's
really nice.  I only wish I'd known how much fun it
can be in a warm bath with another guy when I was a
free man - it makes me really sick, sometimes, to
think of how much fun I missed because I had that
silly phobia about touching other guys.  I mean, there
was actually a big communal bath for the whole team at
our rugby club, and the most we ever did after a match
was to stand there with our arms around each others
shoulders, drinking a beer and singing those rugby
songs.  We could have been lying there really
exploring each other and enjoying proper man to man
bonding - I wonder if things have changed as times
have got more liberal, or whether rugby players still
think it's "wrong" to fool around with their team
mates? If I were running a professional rugby club,
I'd want the guys to bond like that - men who really
understand their team mates bodies play together much
better as a team:  you need only look at how my
brothers and I function as a whole unit to know that.

After we'd dried him, we all kind of expected that the
client would want to fuck one or more of us, or have
us fuck him (you never know with clients - some want
to do one, some the other, but it doesn't matter to
us, of course.  We do try to manage it so that they
fuck the guys who prefer to take it, and for me to
fuck them if that's what they like, as I prefer to
give. But it doesn't much matter - I've had enough
clients' dicks up me by now that my personal
preferences don't really matter at all).  So it was a
bit of a shock to see that he was going to fuck the
young kid - I mean, who'd really want to go up a
skinny ass like that, one that isn't trained to give
pleasure, when there are four superb muscled guys
there, all of who know exactly how to deliver the
goods?

Still, there's no accounting for taste, is there?  And
the four of us kind of stood around, unobtrusively, as
we watched the old guy take the kid's cherry.  We get
used to blending into the background - your typical
client wants the thrill of having all four of us
there, identically naked, all ready to do whatever he
wants, but when he's picked one, or sometimes two, of
us, irrespective of whether he's fucking us, or we're
fucking him, they kind of go shy.  I suppose they're
not used to demonstrating their sexual prowess to
other men, so we've learned how to kind of "hover", in
case we're needed, without really intruding into the
scene.  It's hard, as sometimes what we're seeing is a
real turn on, your natural inclination is to join in,
isn't it? I mean, one on one's OK, but five guys
together is a real party.  Still, most clients don't
like it, so we hold back.

I suppose we all felt a bit sorry for the kid, Darren.
However much you like dick, the first time is a bit
painful, isn't it?  And this kid didn't seem to like
it!  He just moaned and cried as if it was a real
trial to him as the old guy went into his ass, rather
than crying out in that sort of ecstasy that lets the
guy know that it's hurting you, but that you're really
enjoying it.  I know I was remembering my training
here in the palace - after I'd been brutally throat
fucked by the American trainer's monstrous dick, I
wasn't looking forward to it at all when we moved on
to taking it up the ass.  He had us restrained, across
one of the training frames, bent double so that we
were exposed to him, and there wasn't a blind thing we
could do about it.  I know now that he was probably
really skilled and humane the first few times he took
us - a dick his size would have damaged us, I'm sure,
if he'd just plunged in without a lot of massaging and
relaxing of us.  Nevertheless, I still thought I was
going to die as that monster invaded me for the first
time, and thought that I might get split in two by it,
so I could kind of imagine what the kid was going
through.

Afterwards, the kid was still lying there snuffling
and whining, and he seemed pretty much out of it.  I
mean, when a guy's just fucked you, especially when
he's been really nice about it as we could see that
the old guy had been, the least you can do is show
you've appreciated it, isn't it?

Still, the kid really did seem ashamed of his body in
some way, as the old guy got into bed and invited the
kid in and he didn't want to go.   He'd got a lot to
learn about being a slave - I mean, even the most
considerate and generous owner can get really pissed
off if the slave doesn't appreciate all that's being
done for him, can't he?  If the Sheikh ever sells us,
we'll all be dammed careful to take special care in
the first days with our new owner - I mean, it's only
common sense, isn't it?  He has the power to punish
you, even to have your balls off, so you can't be too
careful.

You'd have thought that the old guy was some sort of
monster the way Darren tried to get away from him in
bed, and it was me that the old guy gestured at to do
something about it - I slipped into the bed on the
other side of Darren from his owner, and so he
couldn't scoot any further away as I was blocking him.
 It felt odd to have such a young body pressing into
mine - I mean, most of the clients we get are older
than us, as they're the Sheikh's friends and guests.
So when you're spooned up against one of them they're
usually frailer (and fatter!) than you.   But Darren
was much slighter, and kind of skinny - you know how
it is with adolescent boys:  one minute they're all
skin and bone then the next, if they really take to
sport, and start to care about their body, they're
really piling on the muscle and making that transition
from "lad" to "man".  Well, Darren was at that point,
I guess.  He clearly was sexually mature, as we'd
heard him boasting about fucking his girl friends, and
he had a generous thatch of hair at his pits and
pubes, but he hadn't really "fleshed out" just yet.

Thinking back on it, there was one other interesting
thing about him, too - he was uncut!  We almost never
see a foreskin at the palace - all of the master's
friends and colleagues are 'skinned because of their
religion, I guess, and all the slaves are too - even
if they're uncut when they come here, it's the palace
rule that slaves are 'skinned, as I know only too
well.  So it was really odd to see Darren's dick head
hidden like that, and I kind of wondered what kind of
sensations there would be to feel like to feel a 'skin
sliding up and down the shaft again.  To tell you the
truth, I don't care what they say about the "look", or
the "hygiene", or whatever, I still miss my 'skin if
I'm jerking off, and I wondered if I'd get a chance to
have a little play with Darren's before they 'skinned
him.  As I lay there with his bony back and cute ass
pressed against me, just thinking like this caused me
to have an erection and I knew Darren must be able to
feel my hard dick nudging against his ass slit.
Unlike with my brothers, there wasn't much chance of
it finding a nice warm resting place, though, as the
kid was still not well enough developed to have those
lovely slabs of hard ass muscle that a dick can nest
in when you're spooned real close.

The old guy was really doing his best to make Darren
feel at home - caressing him, holding him close, and
playing with his dick, but the kid was just too stupid
to respond.  Look, if someone's playing with your
body, you might as well make an effort to try to enjoy
it, mightn't you?  I mean, if there's no way you can
get away, and the guy's stroking you to climax, you
might as well join in  as you'll enjoy it a lot more!
But Darren just lay there, pressing hard back into me,
as the old guy did his best to pleasure the guy - and
he didn't even make any gestures of affection or
anything when he'd clearly been brought to climax and
shot his load!

The old guy told me to fuck Darren then, and I was a
bit confused.  I mean, was I supposed to do it really
gently, as he had, as it was only the second time a
dick had been up the kid's ass?  Or was I supposed to
go in real hard, as a punishment for his churlish
behaviour?  It's not the sort of question you can ask,
is it?  After all, a trained pleasure slave is meant
to be sensitive to the client's wishes, and the old
guy maybe thought it was perfectly obvious what I
ought to do.  Still, I'd  been told to fuck Darren
from behind, whilst he was lying on his side, and that
takes a lot of skill, as I'm sure you're aware.
Almost anyone can dog another guy, or take him on his
back, but you need to be pretty agile, have a long
dick, and really know what you're doing if you're
going to insert yourself into a guy from the back and
the side.  I know a lot of people "cheat" by making an
entry doggy fashion, then rolling over onto their
sides for a lot of mutual caressing and stuff, but
that option wasn't open to me - I got the impression
that the old guy wanted to keep looking at Darren, and
maybe even carrying on playing with his dick, as I
slid into his hole and fucked him!

As I started, I really felt sorry for Darren as the
moment I reached down underneath him and probed for
his hole with my fingers I could tell he was sore.  In
spite of the old guy's careful fucking, which hadn't
gone on for very long, the lips around his hole felt
all puffy and the kid flinched as soon as I touched
him.  The old guy didn't seem to be in a particular
hurry, so I probed around a bit and found that
Darren's pubic hair, as I reached around, was soaked
with his cum.  I scraped around and got  some of it on
my finger, then I started to gently, carefully, rub it
into the kid's hole.  He kind of moaned and sighed,
and so very, very slowly and gently I managed to worm
my finger up into him without causing him undue
distress.

I took my finger away, scraped up a bit more of his
cum and used it to slick my dick, then, so as not to
alarm the kid, I slid my dick between his thighs and
let him feel the shaft sliding around near his hole,
with my dick head nudging at his ball sac.  The kid
seemed to like this, as I could feel some of the
tension in his body that was pressed against me
dissipating.  He even moaned, almost silently, so I
thought he must be beginning to understand that sex
could be fun.

Well, what else can I tell you?  I did manage to get
my dick positioned at his hole without seeming to
cause him too many problems, then ever so gently I
pushed to gain access.  He really was  tight! I mean,
sometimes the Sheikh's guests are tight, but not like
this - I think there are a lot of guys who come here
who are living a kind of "straight" life in the real
world, but when they're given the opportunity to have
proper sex, they leap at it.  They're almost virgins,
as they've wanted a dick up them all their lives but
have always been scared to go out and do it, so we get
used to dealing with them and taking them gently
(well, except for those who really want it hard and
brutal!).  This lad was tight like that, but also
somehow delicate and fragile.  In spite of being as
slow and gentle as I could, I was almost terrified
that I might damage him in some way.  It's silly
really, isn't it?  I mean, a guy's ass can easily
stretch to accommodate huge turds, so even the
thickest dick, if it's inserted slowly, shouldn't
cause a problem.

It wasn't an epic fuck for me.  Sure, it was nice to
have a tight hole around my shaft, but you've got to
remember that I was in a difficult position - I didn't
want to hurt the kid, but, on the other hand, I was
"working" for the old guy, who was my master's guest.
If I failed to please him, and he complained, I'd be
in mega trouble.  So I really had to tread a delicate
line, and try to do my best by both of them.  And, if
you've tried it, you'll know that it's not easy from
the back and side - you can't see the guy's face to
see how you're doing, you can't really exert your
muscles to their best advantage to thrust away, and
there's not much dick inside the guy, even if you've
got a reasonably long one, as I have.  I lay there,
kind of thrusting myself backwards and forwards as
best I could, needing to wrap my arms around the kid's
body to hold him against me.  I shoot best when I can
have long, strong strokes, and all I could do here was
short, relatively weak ones, and I wondered if I was
going to be able to cum at all!  I mean, it's just not
acceptable for a pleasure slave to fail to cum when
he's fucking, is it?  The old guy would be sure to
complain!

It's a tribute to how well we know each other, and how
well we work together, that one of my brothers must
have understood the problem I was having.   I felt the
his hot breath against my bare back, and I knew he
must be kneeling on the floor at the bedside.  The
next instant I felt a finger probing at my ass, and it
wormed its way into me.  We're all really familiar
with each other, as you know, and my brother's finger
was soon right inside me and searching around for my
prostate.  And then, of course, it was all over!  A
quick massage of my prostate and I was moaning with
pleasure, and just couldn't stop myself from shooting
my cum right up into young Darren.  My brother - I'm
not sure which, as I forgot to ask afterwards, drew
his finger out and crept away, with the old guy not
being any the wiser!

In the absence of any other instructions, I continued
to hold Darren to me, and left my dick in him.  I
mean, that's always a nice part of sex, isn't it?
There's something special as you lie with a guy you've
just fucked, still inside him.  I just couldn't resist
moving my hands up Darren's body and brushing my
fingers over his nips - I'm so sensitive there myself
that I'm always curious to know how it is for other
guys.  His were hard and small, of course, but he gave
a kind of satisfied wriggle against me, and I
suspected that I had a compatriot here who tended to
be like me!

The old guy wanted to go to sleep then, and so I just
had to lie there with Darren in my arms even though I
really prefer to get up and clean my dick off.  It
wasn't really nice, actually, as the kid hadn't been
cleaned out properly and so my dick was covered with
his shit as well as my cum, but there was nothing to
be done about it.  I didn't sleep much, of course -
for one thing, we're taught to remain alert all night
in case our client needs further services;  for
another, the lad seemed to be really restless - he
sort of thrashed around, turning on first one side
then another, and moving his arms and legs as if he
was having some sort of disturbed dream.  I finally
kind of wrapped myself around him to keep him still,
with him facing me, then pushed him gently back
towards the old guy so that he could spoon up to
Darren's ass.  At least that way we managed to get
some sleep!

THE BANKER

I can't say that I slept well that night, as young
Darren was so restless.  He moaned in his sleep, and
seemed to be almost throwing his arms and legs around,
even though he was asleep.  The slave saw my concern,
and wrapped his arms and legs around the boy, almost
hugging him to his hard body.  I could then spoon up
to him, and managed to doze quite a lot, although
having the boy's rather bony body against me was not
all that great, and his as yet undeveloped ass did not
provide my cock with any nice place to nestle.

It must have been about three in the morning when I
realised I was fully awake.  I suppose I could have
woken Darren and fucked him again, but decided not to.
 It is more difficult to have repeated sex as you get
older, as some of you may know, and, in any case, I
had an important meeting with the Sheikh early the
next morning, and wanted to be at my brightest and
best.  The sight that greeted me when I raised myself
on my elbow was what was the clincher, though:  the
big, hard, muscled guy with his strong limbs enfolding
the slender white body of the boy was almost like an
oil painting, it was so suggestive.  It might have
been called "Present and future", or something like
that - here was the innocent, undeveloped, pale boy at
the start of his life as a slave, and wrapped around
him was what he could become if I had him properly
trained, the virile, tough, bronzed fully grown male
slave.  It almost brought tears to my eyes as I let my
brain play over all the possibilities for Darren, and
how I could control and monitor his development.
Instead of growing up as some street punk, never
having a proper job, never having a real role in life,
and perhaps turning to drugs, he could become proud of
himself, as the slave beside him clearly was, and know
that he had fulfilled his potential for his body's
development, and that he was bringing joy to other men
by his role as a pleasure slave.  Yes, it was clear to
me now that Darren had a better future as a slave than
he did as a petty criminal and street punk, and my
task would be to ensure that it happened.

With my mind full of the bright plans for Darren's
future, I was able to drift into a satisfying sleep,
and woke fully refreshed.  My morning's programme got
off to a good start, too - I lay in the bath against
the body of one of the slaves, again feeling the joy
of his hard muscles providing me with support, rather
than the cold marble of the tub.  As I felt the
pleasurable massaging of my sensitive areas by his
stiff cock. I  had another idea, so I told the other
slaves to fetch Darren.

He stood there at the edge of my bath, looking down at
the slave and me.  He was rubbing his eyes as he'd
been woken from what must have been a deep sleep, and
I suppose he was unaware of the fact that he had a
morning hard-on - after all, at that age it's such a
usual occurrence, isn't it, that it's easy to forget.
  "Come on, boy, bath time!  Nothing like a good bath
to get he day started right.  Come on in and  join the
slave and me."

He looked around, saw a large shower cubicle in the
corner, and said "No, I shower...."

"Boy, you do as you're told!  Get in here with us, and
get in now, unless you want that ass of yours tanned
again."

He looked at me as if he wanted to disobey, then kind
of shrugged his shoulders (he'd have to be taught not
to do that, as a slave should always obey willingly,
or at least always look as if he's obeying
willingly!), and slipped into the water.  He tried to
rest against the far side of the huge tub, rather like
guys do who join others in a hot tub, so I raised my
foot up and started to probe at his cock and balls
with my toes.  I'd been to a gay sauna once where the
guys almost brought each other off using just their
feet in the hot tub, and I could see now why it was so
exciting:  I mean, you don't often mess with another
man's testicles with your feet, do you?  And your toes
are pretty sensitive, and the warmth of the water, and
the soap.... It all makes for a pretty exciting
experience!

But this wasn't what I had in mind this morning, so I
told him to come over and lie against me, as I was
lying against the slave.  He shook his head, as if to
say no, so I snapped "Get over here, boy, and do as
you're told!  You've got no secrets from me, you know
- remember, I've explored your entire body when I was
examining you after the Sheikh gave you to me
yesterday, and I did have my cock right inside you
last night, didn't I?  So why are you concerned about
coming over here?  What more could possibly happen to
you?"

He reluctantly came over, and I opened my arms so that
he could sit down right up close against me.  I felt
the stirring of the slave's cock against my ass, and,
in turn, my own cock stirred itself into life and I
tugged a  the lad a bit so that it was soon nestling
snugly between his legs.  I wrapped my arms around the
boy and felt  myself to be the man in a "man sandwich"
- most satisfying, in the warm, scented water.  I let
me hands stray up and down the boy's body, and soon
knew that he, too, was excited by the whole
experience, as his cock was erect.  I let myself play
with it, gently, as I teased his nipples with my other
hand, and was rewarded by the motion of his body
against mine - it was as if he was pushing himself
back into me in ecstasy.  I smiled inwardly - this boy
could turn out to be a real sensualist after all:
with some proper training and development, I now knew
that his body had all the reflexes necessary to make
him a real sexual plaything.

I wish the bath could have gone on and on, but I did
have that meeting with the Sheikh.  The boy just lay
in the water watching, as the four slaves dried me,
then shaved me, then helped me dress.  One of them
told me that they had had orders to look after the boy
whilst I was at my meeting, so I left them there and
followed a servant through the palace to the Sheikh's
meeting room.

We had a lot to discuss that morning.  I was still
concerned that my position in the Bank was not secure,
and that I would not become the next Chairman.  As the
major shareholder I wanted to convince the Sheikh that
there was  money to be made for him - as you probably
know, if he bought thirty percent of the shares in the
Bank, he'd have to offer to purchase all the rest
under the UK's take-over rules, and he did not want to
do that.  However he was not averse to the concept of
buying up parcels of shares in the names of nominees
and other companies that, via labyrinthine means, his
family owned.  I suggested a way that we could control
the share price so that these purchases might be made
at minimum cost, then, once I was elected Chairman and
made further announcements about my exciting plans for
the future, he could quietly sell again.

We shook hands on this deal, which would make him
further billions, and went on to discuss the boy
slave, Darren.   Once again  I thanked my host
profusely for the gift, which was so unprecedented
that I knew I must be most highly favoured.  And his
Highness understood the difficulties I would have in
taking him back to England with me - he had not
accepted his status fully, and would, no doubt, the
moment we landed at Heathrow airport, rush off to
telephone the police, or the press, or both!  We
agreed, therefore, that he should stay in the Palace
for the time being, and the Sheikh asked me if I would
like him trained.

That sounded like a good idea, and we spent a pleasant
half an hour deciding on the type, and degree, of
training that he should be given.  I wanted his body
to be developed, but not in such a way that he turned
into some over-muscled man who looks as if he spends
too much time in the gym:   rather, his natural
athleticism should be "encouraged" so that his lithe
body put on appropriate muscles for man in the first
flush of his prime.  I did not want him totally
shaved, as the four slaves were, but it seemed
appropriate for him to have shaved balls and ass, as
all slaves do, and for his hair to be cut into a very
short, masculine "hard" style.  We both agreed that
the boy was body-shy, and that this needed to be
addressed.  Consequently he would not be clothed at
all, so that he could become used to displaying
himself for the greater enjoyment of masters - we both
chuckled at the prospect of how he would soon learn to
walk around sporting an erection, and cease to be
embarrassed by it - after all, at that age, men are
usually erect, aren't they.

The Sheikh and I almost had a disagreement on his
sexual tuition, though.  The Sheikh believed that it
would please me if he was turned into a complete sex
toy, fully versed in all the arts that men can
practice together.  I, on the other hand, wanted to
save some of the pleasures of introducing him to sex
for myself -  I wanted to mentor and guide him, as he
came to terms with his sexuality, and learned the ways
in which his body could please him.  The Sheikh
remarked that he felt certain that I would find this
tedious - and that a muscled young man could easily
damage someone like me, with older bones,.  If he did
not "take" to the education, then it would be wiser if
he had some of his current inhibitions beaten out of
him.  I could see the truth in this, and we decided
that he should be taught how to truly pleasure a man
by the most subtle masturbation techniques, and how to
take his master's with his mouth and throat.  I
reserved to myself, though, any further exploration of
his delightful ass.

We agreed that it would do Darren good to spend all
his time with the four slaves, as they had all "been
there, done that", and so could most effectively help
his through this difficult period.  They could
exercise him as they exercised, he could roam the
palace wit them, naked, and they could be put in
charge of his education in the arts of the use of the
hands and mouth. As the Sheikh said, as I was leaving
"Those four slaves have given untold pleasure to many,
many men.  I will impress upon them how important I
consider this matter to me, and I do not doubt that by
the next time that you return, the boy will be quite
different."

End Of Part Seven