Date: Mon, 18 Aug 2003 20:39:08 +0100
From: Gerry Taylor <gerrytaylor78@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Reluctant Retrainer - Chapter 6

This is the 6th chapter of The Reluctant Retrainer - part two of a
trilogy of novels of gay sex.

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

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The Reluctant Retrainer by Gerry Taylor

Chapter 6 -- Initial success

I had to leave the following morning at my usual time, so between Aziz
and Yuriy wanting some final approval of things they were doing, I left
not having really seen any of the slaves.

The day was a busy one. The whole financial services area of the Gulf was
booming and Dahra was more and more to the centre of the boom and we, at
Deckams, more and more to the centre of Dahra's finances through the
favour of my friend Tariq al-Akhri at the Finance Ministry.

I have lunch out with Gustav Ahlson, the Bank's general manager, five of
whose Swedish slaves I was hosting at the Aloe Palace -- those of
yesterday's frolicking in the swimming pool.

I visited a speciality shop for slaves and could see where Farouq had got
some of his ring ideas from -- various varieties being on expensive
display -- though not being worn or modelled by slaves, who are usually
not to be seen in the capital city.

I made a half a dozen purchases or so for the retraining program and some
items of furniture for the retraining room itself which would be
delivered, together with a beautiful brown leather table which adjustable
sections, which I though would come in very hand in my bedroom.

I even met Rashid al-Akhri briefly -- Tariq's eldest brother, he coming
in, and I going out of the shop -- being followed as he was by two
bodyguards and a frightened looking European lad, whom I would have
presumed to be a slave from one of his country places. We exchanged
pleasantries and I knew that sooner rather than later, I would have to
invite him to the Aloe Palace for dinner.

The afternoon sped by. I was able to put some business the way of Tommy
Elford in our Tokyo office, but really did not have time to talk to him
at length -- his wife's home decoration coming along delightfully slowly
and consequently she not being in his hair. He said he would include me
in any options which the business I had put his way might have to offer.
This he did in fact two months later and which made my Grand Cayman
Island account richer to the tune of half a million dollars.

I was therefore happy to be back at the Aloe Palace by mid-afternoon,
just before five o'clock, and personally anxious to hear how Greg had
got on. However, I resolved not to break my regular routine, and had Rolf
at the gym give me my usual workout and then had Vitali give me a twenty
minute deep frontal massages.

I love particularly when Vitali sits on my chest, those perfect buttocks
of his just inches from my face, his manly perspiration wetting my
nipples, and just the hint of a scent from his crack, as his hands
massage my legs and thighs.

I have taught myself restraint in waiting at least two minutes before
raising up his hips, pulling him back a bit and taking his member in my
mouth -- he always leaks copiously when he looks at my genitals for some
reason. Maybe he remembers that I was the first to take his virginity, as
I had done the others, but with him, it was to replace his fears and
repressed feelings with a joyous sense of fun and achievement.

Vitali has never been able to hold back, and anyway, I admitted do suck
very well. It is only when I rim him that he loses total control, and I
know then that I have about fifteen seconds to get his penis back in my
mouth before he spills his seed with the force of a national park geyser.
He did not disappoint me either that evening.

Rolf, the gym master was looking on with a smile.

`So, Rolf, the slaves in for retraining? How did they do on the gym work
you set out for them?

`Very well, Boss' -- he had picked that `Boss' habit up from Ross,
the English slave. `Two hours very hard work this morning and two again
this afternoon from two to four, just like you wanted.'

I dressed and went to see Greg over at the slaves building, or rather at
the extension to it which was the retraining centre. I stored away my
purchases of the day at the slave shop, knowing that the furniture items
would be delivered the next day.

Looking through the one-way glass of the cell partition wall, I could see
that Pete the Australian and Randy the American were in individual cells
to one side. Pete with his head on his knees and his arms around his legs
as he sat on the floor. Randy, with his head against the wall, and half
asleep. Todd, the other American was in the common cell, so therefore
Raoul must be with Greg at the moment being re-trained.

I went up to the soundproof door of the retraining room door and let
myself in quickly. Had Raoul being making any cry or shout, I thought it
best that the others did not hear it.

In fact, it was Greg whom I heard speaking, `Raoul, do you acknowledge
that you are a slave and that Farouq al-Hamdi is your Master?' he said
to the slave who was in `the splits' position suspended over the side
of the adjustable table. Greg was in the middle of the first retraining
session.

Raoul mumbled something which I could not catch as his head was
effectively the other side of the table, but clearly not the correct
answer, because Greg stepped back to continue the retraining . He saw me,
was about to say something to me, but I motioned him to continue.

He let his fingers trail over Raoul's exposed buttocks and down his
thighs. He was saying with his fingers where the next punishment would
be. It was an interesting variant on my technique. Raoul began to try and
tighten his muscles there, but could not being in the suspended
`splits' position he was in.

Greg flexed the cane in the air, and unseen to Raoul brought it down at
ten second intervals just once on each of the slave's tender inside
thigh. Raoul screams was penetrating. Raoul's scream ended with a slight
hoarseness as if his vocal chords could reach no higher timbre.

`Raoul, do you acknowledge that you are a slave and that Farouq al-Hamdi
is your Master?' Again, Raoul, mumbled his wrong reply.

The next stage of this first retraining session is the quick fuck of the
suspended slave. Greg held up a tube of lubricant and offered if to me. I
was about to refuse when I realised that he must have already today
fucked the other two slaves Pete and Randy already. So, I stripped off my
clothes in silence. Raoul would not know that there were now two
retrainers in his presence, and I lubed up my cock which was quite hard
after all the day's wait.

Positioning myself directly behind Raoul's clenched butt hole, I drew my
hips back and with one powerful thrust, I impaled him with seven and a
half inches of hard manhood. Raoul roared his shame, his humiliation and
his rape to the unlistening and uncaring walls of the retraining room.
But there was logic in my possibly perceived cruelty to the bound and
suspended slave whose legs and thighs must have been in agony as gravity
pulled and the weight of his body was forced down on untrained muscles.
But as in surgery, you have at times to be cruel to be kind, and it is
best in and out quickly.

There was nothing fine or fanciful in what I did. It was a force of
nature acting on a lesser receptacle, albeit one strapped to a table and
half suspended over its edge. The level of my entry and the force of my
thrusts meant that on my withdrawals, which if the truth be told were
only to the outer muscle only of the sphincter and not out fully, made
Raoul's body be supported ever couple of seconds on his gymnast split
and open legs, which angle human legs were never meant to be for very
long without considerable pain. His screams told me of his pain as well
as of his humiliation.

I soon spent myself. It was not worth trying to hold back. I pulled out
and saw that I was perfectly clean with only lubrication on my now
rapidly becoming flaccid cock. I had Greg wait a few second until I
dressed, and then had him go round to Raoul's face, so giving the
impression that it was he who had conducted the anal assault. He would
never know who had taken him that day.

`Raoul, do you acknowledge that you are a slave and that Farouq al-Hamdi
is your Master?'

This time the answer was different, because Greg had to listen carefully
between the gasping sobs of pain, and shame, of pain and humiliation.

There is an unfounded belief that we can all hold on for days under any
sort of forced training, re-training or even torture. Such is simply not
true. It requires a very disciplined mind much more than a disciplined
body. The human body is built only for so much stress then it simply
shuts down, the human mind no less. Stress on both produces the breakdown
much more quickly than we all imagine.

`Yes, I am a slave. Yes, Farouq al-Hamdi is my Master'

`Raoul, are you quite sure you know what you are saying? There can be no
changing afterwards.

`Yes, I am a slave. Yes, Farouq al-Hamdi is my Master' and his sobbing
washed the walls with his anguish and capitulation.

Greg stood up and ran his hand over Raoul's shoulders. He lowered the
table to all one level, and released the slave's legs from the
suspending leather stirrups and left him to recover his composure for a
minute.

We walked out of the retraining room. `A good day, I think, Greg, would
you not say to have broken Raoul?'

`Master, a better day than you think. Randy broke in the first session.
Pete the Australian in the second, and now the Frenchman after your
intervention. A great day's work, if I say so myself.'

I was surprised at his success and I congratulated him on it. He took his
praise well, to be seen more in the glint in his eyes, than on the face
itself.

`What do you want to do about the other American, Todd?' I asked.

`If you do not mind, Master, I shall leave him for tomorrow, leaving him
in a cell on his own tonight.'

Our communal cells are not locked, as they slaves are free to wander
around the building at night and sleep two to each of the large pallets.

Todd's single cell would normally be locked as he would still be
considered really and truly `wild' and his hands would not be allowed
touch himself.

I seemed to remember that Todd was supposed to have his attendant Mamoud
sleeping with him tonight, for the attendant's enjoyment not his. But,
as Greg suggested, I left the start of his actual retraining to begin
really the next day.

I had Mamoud called, and told him to have Todd shit and piss and shower.
When he was brought back, Todd was clipped to the pallet bed which had
velcro straps just looped under and over the four corners of the pallet.
I really did not trust him on his own yet with Mamoud, who though strong
enough for a twenty one year old or so, but who would be not match for a
resisting Todd.

I had asked Mamoud did he want Todd on his front or on his back. Mamoud
had licked his lips for a second and said on his back. The velcro straps
were now affixed to Todd.

I gave Mamoud's short stubble of head hair a rub for good luck and left
the untamed Todd to his tender mercies.

After dinner to which I invited Greg over to talk but not to eat as
assistant overseers also live on the slave biscuits as a rule. He filled
me in on the details of the breaking of Randy and Pete. He did not miss a
detail.

Finally, I had Randy, Pete and Raoul brought in. All three looked
dejected as if they had lost something more than the breaking of a
spirit, and more akin to the acknowledgement of the loss of their
physical freedom.

Each came forward made obeisance in kissing the marble floor in front of
me, and kissing my feet. As I was not their Master, I would not allow
them to put my foot on the back of their necks, which is only done with
one's own Master.

I called in Food and Drink and Mehmed and handed over their assignees to
them for the night to do with them what they wanted in bed. Food and
Drink who had never been given an individual bed plaything before were
almost dancing with glee.

Mehmed was looking in awe at the Frenchman who was to be his toy for the
night. He then sort of straightened up, came forward and taking Raoul by
the cock led him off to the slaves' quarters. Food and Drink did the
same to a shocked Randy and Pete.

That night it appears Food and Drink made each other a bet as to who
would come the most. Being very fit twenty one year olds, Food took Randy
six times to orgasm and came himself four times. He finally fell asleep
at four o'clock. Drink sucked and fucked Pete until Pete had come five
times and begged to Drink to stop, who finally did when he himself had
come five times as well.

Mehmed touched Raoul all over for the best part of two hours and then
fucked him straight for another three making Raoul come a total of four
times. Mehmed never came once until the following morning, when waking up
at first light still inside Raoul, he fucked Raoul so hard with his legs
over his head, that Raoul's shouts wakened the others who simply milked
their buddies there and then as it was morning.

Mamoud on the other hand having been left alone with Todd simply sat on
the pallet beside him. Neither spoke a word of the other's language. But
if there was one language which Mamoud knew to perfection having watched
his Masters for years, it was body language. Todd radiated hostility. He
knew his body was going to be used and the anger in him was explosive.
The useless pulling at the velcro straps would have made that clear.

For Mamoud, Todd and his American body were a revelation. Apart from
Mehmed, he really had never had any relationship of friendship or sex
with anyone, and here now at this side and at his finger tips for his
sole enjoyment was a fair skinned, medium tanned, brown haired American.
When the others had milked their assigned slaves this morning, he had
jerked off Todd and when it was Todd's turn, he had done it to Mamoud as
if handling a brush, but not a male organ. It was something he had done,
because he would have been punished had he not done to Mamoud.

Mamoud's body sitting on the side of the pallet obscured his left hand
as he ran the back of it down side of Todd's leg from the knee to his
ankle. Todd jumped at the touch and let out a stream of obscenities.
Mamoud just looked him in the eyes, almost popping out of his head and
slipped off the pallet to kneel beside it and Todd.

He ran his finger up Todd right leg, the farthest away from him, from the
tips of Todd's toes to his knee. Todd jerked and jerked and the word
were a blurred mumble of invective to Mamoud's face.

Mamoud fingers continued their travels up Todd's thigh and over his hip
and on to his belly, which was heaving as much as his chest the exertions
of his pulling on the velcro and jerking around.

It was only when Mamoud's fingers actually brushed over his chest and
nipples that Todd began to calm down, as if realising that he was not
just been touched by a man or slave, but by a gentle creature. They were
not the touches of a lover, not yet anyway, but of a person who had
experienced pain and humiliation himself and who had subsequently know
the healing power of touch.

Todd closed his eyes as the fingers touched his throat, his chin and jaw
line, his ears, and eyelids. Mamoud delighted in the touch of a skin and
firm fat free flesh so different in its texture to his own. Out of
nowhere, Todd could feel an erection coming on. He willed away and willed
it to stop, but it lengthened and thickened and crept up towards his
belly button.

But you cannot will away 8 and a half inches of hard fully extended prime
manhood when it gets a mind of its own. It did not take Mamoud long to
notice, who looked Todd in the eye, and taking the erect cock in his left
hand, before giving Todd any chance to voice other body language or voice
rejection, he held up his right hand, middle finger pressed hard up
against the tip of the thumb for a flick, and without taking his eyes off
Todd's brought his middle finger down to the engorged head of Todd's
cock.

Todd was about to say `Nooooo,' when Mamoud flicked his middle finger
against the swollen glans, Todd jerked and shouted a cry. Mamoud
releasing Todd's cock from his left hand where it had merely been
resting let the totally deflated member drop to Todd's belly. Mamoud had
just executed the oldest nurse's trick in the book and he smiled a big
smile with a mouth of perfectly capped white teeth.

If the forced deflation of his erect member had caused Todd some unmanly
surprise, he was even more surprised when Mamoud undid the velcro on his
right ankle, and rubbed it, not that the blood supply or circulation
would have been stopped.

Mamoud then undid the left ankle and Todd's two wrists, which Todd
massaged himself, and then Mamoud just sat at the end of the pallet, with
his legs drawn up and clasped, and his chin and then his forehead resting
on his knees as if dozing.

Todd scrambled to a sitting position and sat at the other end of the
pallet as far away as a stand-off would allow. The light from the bulb
outside the cell was not strong enough to show anything other than the
outline of his assigned slave. He was unharmed, nothing had happened to
him. He was intact apart from the flick to his cock.

He wondered what was happening to Randy and Raoul and Pete. Most like a
lot worse than had happened to him. The overseer had said they were to be
used by the attendants as the attendants wanted. His had set him free.

Earlier, his attendant had just laughed at Todd when the other slave had
been rimming him by the swimming pool and had enjoyed clearly in a simple
way with the Swedes when he had come all over the place. Todd was forced
to smile at the recollection of the force and quantity of his
ejaculation.

For some unknown reason Todd was drawn to the quiet slave attendant at
the bottom of the pallet. He absolutely hated and abhorred anything
unmanly, anything faggot or queer, yet here was a guy who had set him
free when in fact he could have raped him even but had not. He could have
done anything to Todd's nipples which were his most sensitive body
parts, yet he lightly brushed over them, and he did not even know how to
thank the guy.

Todd slid down the pallet until he was sitting beside Mamoud. Gently he
ran his finger up against the grain of the hairs and skin on the guy's
leg still clasped bent up between his arms and up by his chest. His leg
was warm. Its skin felt different to his own as if there were different
level of tissue under the skin -- fat there was none.

Mamoud looked up and smiled. Todd said something to him which he did not
understand, but he understood the body language of one who was trying to
make amends. He stretched out a single finger and ran it down Todd's
forehead and nose and over his lips. Todd shuddered. The finger touched
his lips again, and parted them gently. Todd lips parted and the finger
touched his tongue. It was the ultimate trust placing a hand in the mouth
of the lion or the untamed wild beast. Todd closed his eyes and sucked
the finger.

He felt his body being pushed back down on the pallet. He dared not open
his eyes. He was not a fag! He was not gay! He was not queer!

The finger was withdrawn from his mouth and it and its companions were
touching his neck and chest and nipples and armpits. He was floating on a
raft of simple pleasure. He gasped to himself when warm lips encircled
his penis and an expert tongue flagellated the sensitivity of his
frenullum and ridges of his flanged cockhead.

He gasped even more when a hand when between his legs and stroked his
balls, and down towards his hole which had been stretched unmercifully
earlier on with the Master's butt plug. What was he thinking? That
Englishman was not his Master. He jerked as a finger touched the
lubricated entrance of his back passage and a frisson of pleasure shot up
through his body from the nerve endings of his rosebud entrance.

His eyes were now firmly closed. He was trying to keep his breathing
under control. The lips on his penis head were causing an erection to end
all erections and then they were gone, no more. He felt his legs being
pushed up over his body and the cool of the air touched his unprotected
anus.

Was the attendant guy going to fuck him? Would he let him? What was he
thinking? Of course, he would not let him.

But at that precise moment, Mamoud's moistened glans pressed against a
butt hole which had been stretched by butt plug, press-ups and on the
spot jogging while the butt plug had still been inserted. The pleasure of
the touch of that penis head on his most private of spots sent shudders
in spasms through his body. There was the slightest of pressure and he
could feel a cock inside him. There had been no pressure, no pain, no
pushing, no grunting or shouting or forced entry. It was simply inside
him and gently rocking in and out. What was inside him was large and
long, but somehow he was accommodating its length and its girth. He dare
not think of what the intruder might even look like.

Todd felt lips kiss his eyelids and his forehead and his cheeks. The
rocking motion did not miss a beat or stroke. They could hardly be called
penetrations as they were an easing in and out giving him such pleasure
that he had never thought possible. And then it stopped and nothing was
inside him and he felt cheated, but he dared not open his eyes.

And then the lips were again on his penis, but this time it was
different. They were running up and down the length of his shaft like
nothing he had ever experienced in his entire twenty nine odd years. No
girl had ever done this to him back home, not even his wife in their most
tender of moments.

A pressure pot was beginning to boil inside him. He realised that Mamoud
was over him in a classical sixty nine position, and at that moment of
realisation, a cock for the first time in his entire life touched his
lips.

Todd froze in one part of his mind. It was a cock. It was more than a
cock. It was monstrously large, all of at least six inches long just
before his eyes. All of four inches wide and that had been up him. He
could even smell his own body juices on its tip. What was he thinking?
What would he do?

Mamoud's cock was moving slightly over his lips and Mamoud body rocked
up and down as he suctioned Todd's full erection. The cock on his lips
was not dry. There was a wetness to it. He touched it with his tongue.
His mouth opening up suddenly had a little of the cock inside it. What
sort of man was he? He was not a cocksucker. But the lips on his own
penis were shattering his pre-conceived notions.

He let his tongue run round the top of the penis touching his lips and
just half in his mouth. It tasted a little strange and then he realised
in shock, that it was a combination of his own ass juices, Mamoud's
precum and the taste ever so slight of the KY which had been on the early
evening butt plug. Realisation made the taste all the more erotic and he
sucked up as far as he could raise his head.

His nose touched Mamoud's swinging balls and he knew that he must have
at least five inches of cock in his mouth. He was doing things he had
sworn to himself in his most intimate red-blooded thoughts that he would
never ever do, and now he wanted to do those things even more!

His eyes were still closed as if by having them closed he could somehow
mentally adjust to his new situation. He rested his hands on Mamoud's
warm buttocks which were rocking forwards and backwards as Mamoud
expertly sucked him off. Four times he thought he was about to lose it
and ejaculate, and four times Mamoud knew the precise split second to
change tactic, position, touch, caress, or whatever it was that was
needed to leave him on the edge of sexual release without bringing him
over that precipice of no return.

He was unskilled in cock-sucking, but he tried to emulate that strokes
and touches being felt on his own cock. He must be succeeding as Mamoud
let a groan and what was a large penis grew to six inches of hard warm
wet length but so thick Todd could barely take the four inch diameter in
his mouth without choking.

All of a sudden a rush of cum hit the back of his throat so hard and so
fast that he though he would indeed choke on it. Mamoud groaned three
more times and each time a load was released. Somewhere in the back of
Todd's mind a small voice said not to lose a drop of it, and he did not.

The tempo of the lips on his own cock changed gear and in one reverse
series of bungee jumps his own cock shot up spurt after spurt after spurt
into Mamoud's mouth.

It was over with a suddenness equal to the intensity of its ending.
Mamoud was lying now beside him. Todd had opened his eyes to see his
attendant slave. Mamoud turned him on his side facing him and ran his
hands over his shoulders and back, pulling his closer and closer until
their bodies were touching from forehead to chest to wet penises to knees
to toes. Mamoud slipped an arm under Todd's head and with the fingers of
his other hand closed his eyelids.

Todd woke stiff but not sore in that position as the early morning sun
came into the quarters. Mamoud was out for the count, his chest rising
and falling in sleep.

Todd wondered how he could make the decision that he knew he had to make,
how he could find the courage in his own soul and body and closed his
eyes in resigned slumber before they all soon would be called.


To be continued..