Date: Tue, 26 Aug 2003 19:04:50 +0100 From: Gerry Taylor Subject: The Reluctant Retrainer - Chapter 18 This is the 18th chapter of The Reluctant Retrainer, part two of a trilogy of novels of gay sex. Keywords: authority, control, slavery, punishment, re-training, submission, loyalty 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 will be unlawful for you to read where your live, please leave his webpage now. Contact points: eMail: gerrytaylor78@hotmail.com Web: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Erotic_Gay_Stories The Reluctant Retrainer by Gerry Taylor Chapter 18 -- Stan the man A week or so later, Stan arrived back from the university hospital -- a new man in more places than one. His anus had been lasered and tightened to that of a young man. He said that he had been plugged with so many wads of cotton wadding that he thought he would burst. Now he only had a tampon in which had to be changed every six hours, day and night, for the next couple of weeks. Mamoud and Mehmed took him under their wing and saw to his temporary medical anal bandaging. But his hands also had been dealt with and each finger had its own bandage which was not to get wet. So showering was a slow job for his temporary buddies. About that time as well, Thor arrived back with the rotating five Swedes, took one look at the red haired Andy and promptly fell in love with him. If it were not funny, it would have been embarrassing for Andy the way Thor followed him around and even decided that he needed to take classes in English! I heard no more from Gustav Ahlson about Thor wanting to be bought by me and I did conclude that rightly the young nineteen and a half year old was looking for a father figure more than anything else. This was confirmed when I discovered that his natural father was dead and the mother had re-married. Andy looked sort of pleased at having an admirer, albeit a puppy dog one. So I was not surprised when he asked me if Thor could be his buddy. I said that I would have to ask and see if that were ok as he was not one of my slaves. Gustav Ahlson said he saw no difficulty in it, other than Thor transferring over from the group of his fellow nationals and it ended up that he stayed permanently at the Aloe Palace while the others continued to rotate. Two weeks after his return from hospital, Stan was finally bandage- and tampon-free. He had in the interim been engaged in light duties, bringing messages, to-ing and fro-ing, helping Jess on the repairs to various bits of machinery, though I think they talked more than anything else, according to Aziz, at least. Hassan's pride healed more quickly than the marks on his backside. Food and Drink came to me -- or rather pranced their way in to breakfast one morning -- to say that Hassan had privately apologised to both of them. He apparently liked to be in control during sex, and a previous girlfriend had liked to have herself half choked during sex. With Food and Drink, they had not understood the strangulation bit and it had gone too far, by far. Food then asked, `Master, do you listen to what I say?' `Yes, of course, Food, I listen to what you say' -- and I saw his made a head gesture to Drink, as if to say `There, I told you so." `Why do you say that, Food?' `Master, Hassan says you listen to what I say and that I am to tell you that he is a good teacher.' `Oh, Food, Food,' I thought to myself, `you would never make it in the world of tact and diplomacy with your simplicity of mind. Hassan did not know just how closely he was sailing to the rocks of my displeasure. However, Hassan was a fair teacher according to Aziz who had sat in at the back of some his Arabic class, - and that was praise indeed, if Aziz said that he was fair, then he was. But he never caused a problem again and I merely had Mamoud instructed to milk and feed him twice a day - each morning and evening. Once he was regularly milked, his sex drive was more than happy it appeared. However, Stan had returned from surgery and was now totally healed. It was a question of finding something for him to do and that was helping Yuriy in having the pallets of boxes of vegetables ready every morning. It did mean that he was up half an hour before the others, but he seemed delighted to work in the quiet of the morning on his own, and then to shower on his own afterwards until either Food or Drink came to service and feed him. But Stan's true value really came about when he had been relieved of his tampon and bandages and came to tell me so. I was working in the study as I was wont to do in the evenings having had to review a number of things. Stan arrived full of the joys of an Indian summer. I looked first at the septum of his nose where the nose ring had been. There was now after a month only the merest pin-prick of a hole and I presumed that that would seal and heal in time. He held out his hands and I was quite amazed. There was not a blemish or wart on them; I thought skin look a little untanned in a couple of spots. Even his nails had quite a good look about them. `And now, Master, the piece de resistance' he said in atrocious French, turning, putting his feet three feet apart and separating the cheeks of his backside. If I had been amazed at his hands, I was astounded at his backside. The unsightly haemorrhoids had disappeared entirely and he had a puckered anus, which would have done a Hollywood porn star proud. I could not in all honesty say that it was drum tight, but tight it was. He had gone to the trouble of lubricating it, I could see, and so as not to disappoint him, I said `May I check out this fine arse of yours, Stan?' He bent over the table I had been working on and said, `I have been waiting for you to say that, Master, since I first went into hospital.' I gently probed and inserted a finger. It was an excellent piece of surgery, but could not equal Mother Nature. It was tight, but not naturally so. His prostate was soft from his daily milkings, but nevertheless he moaned a little when I touched it twice. But otherwise, he was very quiet. `Stan, you are now perfect down there.' A little white lie for someone who wanted so badly to believe that he was. `I would suggest another month's rest and recuperation from any insertion of any type. What would you say to that?' He did not reply immediately as if distracted and, for a moment, I thought, that my prostate massaging power was better than it was. However, he stood up, a little flushed, and said `Yes, Master, another month. Your wish is my command. Master, I could not help but see the survey plans on your desk when I bent over it.' He waited to see if I would be annoyed or something at him having seen what was on the desk. `They are merely the documents which arrived today on a piece of property I have purchased. I have not really even looked at them' I answered. `Where, Master, is this property?' he asked very quietly as if overstepping the boundary of decorum, but he had to a certain degree. I was not going to ruin the evening by letting myself get annoyed. `It is the next piece of land to the Aloe Palace. We are here' I said touching a bare piece of desk beside the maps, `and it is here' -- touching the maps themselves. `Why are you interested in it?' `This map here, Master,' he said point to one map, `is a survey map of the geological structure of the land.' That I could see. It had all those isometric readings levels and to the side a listing of the types of layers of sediment which at some time had been surveyed on it. Stan continued, and it was then I remembered that he had studied geology, `I have seen this type of land formation before, Master, in Algeria.' I was looking at him and then at the survey map. `You see these layers of rock strata here. I think they are wrongly measured. It used to be thought up to fifteen years ago that this type of stratum could be up to five hundred feet and then another different stratum of five hundred and so on. But we discovered in Algeria that they were only two hundred feet at a max.' I looked at the date in the corner of the map and it had been done some twenty years ago. But at this stage, I was thoroughly lost and did not know were Stan was going. `Stan, what are you trying to say? In simple English, please?' `Master, there should be water here or here,' he said pointing to two different spots about half a mile apart `at less than four hundred feet.' `I think they said that, Stan, when they bored for water in the lower foothills of the Dahran mountains and discovered the fourth largest deposit of gas in the world.' `Which proved what, Master?' `That they were wrong?' `No, Master, that the maps were wrong.' Game, set and match, as they say. I kept looking at Stan and at the survey maps. `But the water might not be drinkable, Master. It could be seawater.' `Stan, the sea is sixty miles away in the Gulf.' `Not that sea, Master, the sea that was here twenty, thirty million years ago, part of which might have been trapped underneath a movement in the earth's crust. But I don't think so.' `And why not?' `Because of the two wells I have seen on the Palace lands. They are both sweet water, and they are both on high ground in the Palace lands, not on the highest ground, but high enough.' `So?' `There may be just a pin-prick hole in the rock underneath each of the wells allowing the pressure below to send up sufficient water all the time, but no more than that. If this is true, Master,' he said putting his hand on the maps, `you know what it means.' `Yes, that we have water on the new land.' `Yes, Master, but more than that. The land is a hundred times more valuable, two hundred times more valuable.' `Stan, I have changed my mind.' `Master?' `I think you should not have to wait a month for sex. I think you should have sex tonight. And as for all of this, I shall let you know.' Stan looked slightly unsure and the twist in the conversation about sex, and more sure about being kept in the loop about the land. That night, he became very intimately acquainted with Ali the young Kurd's tonguing powers and with a new skill that Jiri had invented of licking armpits. At inspection, the following morning he looked thoroughly exhausted but quite happy at the same time. to be continued...