Date: Thu, 06 Jan 2005 14:05:19 +0000
From: Gerry Taylor <gerrytaylor78@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Seventh Desert - Chapter 14 - Gay - Authoritarian

The Seventh Desert by Gerry Taylor

This is the fourteenth  chapter (ex twenty two) of a novel about present-day
slavery and gay sex.
Keywords:  authority, control, loyalty, slavery, punishment, retraining,
submission, gay, sex
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  Chapter 14 -- The reports of progress

  I have always regarded rock duty as one of the hardest jobs around the
Palace grounds. Not only I was of that opinion, but generally speaking, so
too was it the opinion of those slaves who had to do it and an implied
threat that a slave would be the next one on that duty was usually
sufficient to extract that extra ounce of either sweat or effort on a
present job.
  I was therefore surprised at one of the regular weekly meetings with the
Supervisors to hear Jerzy, who was an assistant to Stan Mercer, my Head of
Property, say that his team had taken on that duty.
  Now Jerzy's `team', as he called it was the four raiders, part of the
remains of a gang which had terrorised the outlying farms, had been caught
and sentenced to slavery for life. I had ended up with four of the eight
raiders including their leader, as I had been an injured party in their
shenanigans. Each had sacrificed one of his testicles, thus making each more
docile.
  Jerzy saw my obvious puzzlement.
  `Usually, Master, I assign the slaves to those teams who are short a
member that day, but two of the slaves have had their reports in from the
Buddy Foundation and have heard from Tommy Saunders that their families have
been helped by it. So, they offered to do the rock duty as a team of two.
The other two said, they would do every second day.'
  Normally, the rock duty involves collecting all the stones and rocks taken
out of the acres of land being dug or reclaimed and which are left on the
nearest path. The rock duty slave comes along with a local type of two
front-wheeled barrow and takes them away to fill a depression in one section
of the Palace land. Even land which has already been dug and cultivated
still yields its fair share of stone. It is part and parcel of recovered
desert.
  `Now that two slaves are doing it each day, a lot more clearance is being
done and more quickly,' Jerzy added.
  `After this meeting bring the four to see me,' I said.

  The four Dahran raider slaves were that particular colour of the Gulf
Arabs, nicely brown, but not too dark. Theirs was now an even body tan, due
to the continuous work in the open and under the tanning rays of the
ferocious Dahran sun.
  I merely had wanted to look at them such as is my right as Master, but on
seeing their buffed up condition as they stood `at display' in the
courtyard, I decided to inspect them more closely.
  All were fully circumcised with the fraenulum cut, to allow for maximum
extension of the penis and the enjoyment of whomever was using them for
sexual pleasure. This was a local variant of the normal circumcision. The
flanges on the cock heads were pronounced giving a significant crown or
corona to each penis and a deep suculus, behind at the top of the shaft.
Although I knew they were not closely related, the four had a slimness to
their build and physiognomy, which might have made them cousins, and it was
clear that the regime of food and training at the Palace had been paying off
over the previous thirty two months. They had lost all trace of surplus fat
and were lean and toughened by the daily exercise.
  As it was still before midday, I was speaking in English with Jerzy and
complimenting him on the condition of his team.
  `They all know how to swim now, Master--not all Dahrans learn--and their
English and even their Arabic, believe it or not -- they were not very well
educated -- have also improved.'
  Just as we were speaking, one of the four slaves `on display' - they had
been standing more or less two behind two -- stumbled forward and I got the
instinctive impression that he had been given a push, because he looked
round at one of the slaves behind him.
  `Their swimming may have improved, Jerzy, but their balance has not.'
  `I think, Master, the slave wants to say something.'
  The slave who had stumbled forward was still `at display', with his hands
behind his neck, two armpits full of dark lustrous black hair and a genital
area with a tidy square bush of pubic hair over his penis, which was now at
half erection with its tip wet, as happens in some people when they are
afraid and in the presence of authority. The shaft of his penis had darkened
considerably to the extent that its tip now appeared pink against his dusky
skin. Otherwise his body was totally and beautifully depilated.
  `Speak!'
  `Master, we are your most obedient slaves and we want to thank you for how
you have treated us and for what you have done for our families.'
  The slave was almost out of breath and hyperventilating. I realised that
his words in English had been well rehearsed and clearly spoken. I went over
to the slave and put a hand on his warm chest. His heart was hammering in
his chest.
  `Did you know English before you came here?'
  `Only very little, Master.'
  `You have improved a lot and has the English of your team members improved
as much as you.'
  `Almost, but not as good, Master. That is why they wanted me to speak for
them as well.'
  `You do the rock duty.'
  `Yes, Master. Every second day. We now have a way of doing it in teams of
two.'
  I had let my hand slide down his flat belly, my finger pressing in on the
slave's deep navel and down to cup his solitary ball. He did not move and if
anything, his breathing was more under control.
  `Who are your buddies?'
  `We do not have buddies, Master. We are not allowed to have a buddy. We
are our own buddies and look after ourselves each morning and each night.'
  I beckoned forward the slave who was on the back row directly behind the
one speaking to me and who I think had pushed that slave forward.
  `Why do you not speak for yourself?'
  I had my hand on his belly and ran it down to his pubic area, where as I
remembered, I found only one genital, the sole gonad after his
half-castration. He was the former leader of the gang.
  `My English is not as good as his, Master,' and he nodded in the direction
of the slave who had spoken.
  `What have you learned here at the Palace?'
  `To be obedient, Master, and to work hard.'
  `Why did you attack the farms as you did?'
  `Master, we were very poor. One day some of us robbed a trader and it all
started from there. But after we had money, it was for the excitement of
driving the jeeps at night and making people fear us.'
  `And now?'
  `We please Overseer Jerzy and we do what he says.'
  `What do you not like here at the Palace?'
  `Nothing, Master, everything is good.'
  `I do not stand for lies, or for flattery from slaves. You have only one
ball left to gamble with,' and at that point, I squeezed the ball slightly.
`All of you tell me now, one thing you do not like about your life here, or
you all lose another testicle.'
  The slaves looked genuinely afraid now; afraid to say something that
displeased me, either that saying it would displease me,7 or be used by
Jerzy or me as a lever over their obedience to me as Master.
  `Well?' I asked, `am I to stand here all day?'
  `Master, I miss sweet coffee.'
  The slave who had spoken first had again spoken.
  I looked at the next slave, not yet releasing the one-ball sack and penis
of the former raiders leader.
  `Master, the other slaves don't accept us because we were bandits. They
won't wash us down when we work.'
  I looked at the third.
  `Master, we don't have buddies.'
  I looked into the eyes of the slave whose ball I was holding.
  `Master, you have never invited me to your bed.'
  I could see in my mind's eye the eyes of the other three slaves and those
of Jerzy on the slave. It had been the ultimate request of submission from a
slave. He held my glance of surprise for a second and then let his glance
drop.
  `Jerzy, see that all your team are put on the list of available buddies.
See also that the water-guys treat everyone equally and you,' I said
speaking to the slave whose ball I had in my hand, `speak to my secretary.'
  Going over to the first slave who had spoken, I looked him in the eye.
  `Coffee? Do you think this Palace is a restaurant?'
  `No, Master, definitely not.'
  The slave was trembling, now regretting his previous imprudent statement
and slip into impertinence.
  `Well, neither do I. You have progressed a lot in the past two and a half
years. Just look at what you have asked for. You have everything you need
here and what you ask for is minimal. It shows how little is needed to make
you happy. Let Jerzy know how you can serve me better, because that is what
your slavedom is all about and pray for my long life as your Master.'
  The four slaves knew the sentence of the Court of Dahra -- that upon my
death they would be beheaded. There was nothing I could do about that.

End of Chapter 14
To be continued...

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