Date: Fri, 01 Aug 2003 22:20:08 +0100
From: Gerry Taylor <gerrytaylor78@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Changed Life - Chapter 12 - Gay - Authoritarian

This is the 12th 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 12 -- The Dentist

I was not well inside the door of the Villa when the
Yuriy bounded in from the back of the house to take my
overnight luggage from the driver. I suppose that being
a new Master I could be forgiven for not punishing him
for not making obeisance upon my arrival. But I suppose
the `Gud mohrrning, Master' which he said with a heavy
Russian type accent and with an ear to ear smile. After
that it was `Master' every time I looked in his
direction. It was quite distracting until I noticed his
trembling erection and the wet tip of his cock. I think
that he had missed me for the few days and clearly had
done nothing to relieve the pressure in his testicles.
He would have to wait a little before I could give him
any attention.

I went to my computer and checked my accounts in the
Grand Cayman. A total of just under 14 million euro. I
transferred the price of the Aloe Palace, plus another
half million to my personal account to the Deckams
branch in Dahra to be ready to pay Abdou.

My cell phone rang and it was Gus Jennings to give me
the name and number of the dentist whom he was
recommending to him.

I rang the dentist there and then who was actually
American. I explained that I had been given his name by
someone at Tariq al-Akhri's palace. That was enough of a
recommendation.

I said that I wanted dental work done on some seven
persons over the next 30 days. He listened carefully.

Finally, he spoke and said, `You have one servant at
your Villa here in the capital and six others at Tariq
al-Akhri's Palace?'

I replied, `Yes,' but did not correct him further.

`It would be best that you tell me precisely what is to
be done. You cannot do this over the phone, so if you do
not object when can I call and see you? This is the
weekend here, so I am free except for any emergency
calls which may come in.'

I told him that I was actually free there and then, and
if that did not inconvenience him.'

He said `Perfect' and I gave him the address of the
Villa.

An hour later, a large white lorry was at the gate of
the Villa and was let in.

Dr. Hal Thiecke introduced himself and handed me his
card. Under his name was a string of letters and
degrees, including two of the top post grad dental
schools in the US.

He said `Before we go in to discuss the business in
hand, Mr. Martin, let me show you my surgery.' With very
small stainless steel remote control in his hand, he
click it once and the entire back of the lorry rose and
disappeared into the roof of the vehicle. There was a
second whirr and part of the back extended out and
dropped to the ground. It was small stairs in non-slip
pine with a handrail up into the lorry.

`After you, Mr. Martin.'

I asked him to call me `Jonathan'. It gave me something
to say to cover my surprise. State of the art had
nothing on this dental surgery. It was not just modern,
it was ultra modern with the latest electronic
controlled drills, laser, x-ray facility. The works. In
the centre, was a blue executive chair.

`Take a seat, Jonathan.'

I did. I was still looking round, when easy listening
light classic background music came.

When I looked up, Hal had a spatula in his hand and
said, `Open wide.'

I protested that I was not the patient.

He said, `I realise that. I want to know with whom I am
dealing.'

He looked, he probed, he pressed on the spatula. He ran
a finger over one tooth and finally said, `Horman in
Harley Street, I would say.'

I was amazed. `How did you know that?'

`Elementary, my dear Jonathan, elementary. Horman has
not changed his bridgework in twenty years. Did you have
a tooth done on the Continent by any chance?'

`Yes, I had,' I replied, `I chipped something in Zurich
one time' and he tapped the exact tooth with a finger.

`Now, let's get down to business,' he said, `what do you
want done and to whom?'

I explained as we walked into the Villa that I had
bought a place in the country and had now acquired some
servants who would be based there. They required some
dental treatment to improve and even up their teeth.

In the house, I offered Hal Thiecke a drink, which he
declined, but said he would take a fruit juice which I
got him from the cold drinks cabinet. I asked him why
and how long he worked in Dahra.

He explained that he came here to do extensive dental
work on one of the Ministers and had done so the
hospital some twelve years previously. One
recommendation led to another. Even with all expenses
paid, he was being paid fees three times those he was
charging in the States.

And he said, `I liked the lifestyle with an abundance of
willing servants. Now I have over three million in the
Bank and quite a house outside the capital. My regular
surgery has more modern equipment than any surgery
elsewhere in the world -- and he stressed in the world by
saying it again -- and I take July and August off each
year hill-walking in the Appalachians or the Apennines,
when it is too hot here. What else could I want? And I
do know the difference between servants and slaves,
Jonathan.'

He let the last sentence hang in the air.

`Hal, you seem to be a man who enjoys life and enjoys
his work. I am come into the ownership of seven slaves.
I have not bought them. They have been given to me. They
are in perfect health, but I thought that I might
improve their teeth, I don't know the terms.'

`Tell me precisely what you want and I'll tell you if it
can be done.'

`I want them to have nice even teeth, you know, sort of
film star teeth.'

He looked at me and waited, then he burst out laughing,
`You want their teeth capped and evened. I though that
you might have wanted some more specialist type of work
done. Sorry for laughing, but I have had some surprising
requests in the past twelve years. Believe you me I have
done some specialist work like no where else in the
world.'

`Yes, capping and evened I suppose. Nothing more.'

`Where are your slaves?'

`One is here. The other six are at Tariq al-Akhri's
palace.'

`I know it. About an hour out of the city. The slave who
is here can I see him?'

I rang the bell and Cook came in immediately. `Tell
Yuriy to come here immediately as he is.'

Less than two minutes later, a naked Yuriy came into the
room, slightly damp. He had been taking a swim. He
immediately made obeisance to me.

`Sit,' I ordered.

The dentist went over to him as he hunkered on his
heels.

`Open wide,' he said.

Yuriy was looking at me. I opened wide my mouth. He
followed suit and opened wide. I said to the dentist
that the slave did not understand much English.

The dentist produced a small clean spatula and hummed
and hummed away to himself as he examined Yuriy teeth
top and bottom. Finally satisfied, he said, `He has
beautiful strong teeth. Three fillings that appear to be
Russian, but absolutely no problems there. May I ask one
thing? Is he on a particular diet?'

I told him of the slave diet. He said, `Keep him on it.
It is the best one around. I follow it three times a
week myself. Those biscuits have everything that is
needed by the human body, as long as they are followed
by all the water the body needs. I ask, because if he is
going to be on this regime, I can take out those
unsightly grey fillings and put in enamel amalgams, so
you would never know he had a filling in his mouth at
all.'

`How much would this cost for one slave,' I asked.

`Normally for what you want twenty thousand dollars. Not
all his teeth need capping and some are quite even, but
all in all, I would say close enough to that figure.'

I looked at him slightly surprised at the fee, but then
as they say if you have to ask the price you can't
afford it. However, my banking training always gets to
the bottom of the cost of things.

`When can you do all seven?'

`You're serious?

`Yes.'

`I am off on vacation from the end of this June for two
months, so it will have to be this month. I presume that
I will have to go to them that they cannot come to me.'

`Not that they cannot, Hal, but it would be easier all
round.'

`I would calculate, Jonathan, that each, looking at your
slave here, can be done in a single day. Each would have
to be kept calm the following day. With this type of
job, the slave will get a general anaesthetic and
everything is done in one long session. I am presuming
that all the slaves are in good health. That night they
are bedded down and kept calm the following day when the
anaesthetic has worn off. It is more sore than painful,
as I will have had they mouths wedged wide open for a
good eight hours. So, no heart problems or such?'

I said `No' -- not that I knew of.

`So, when would they be free and available?'

`Anytime.'

`Fine then, I shall call here first and do this one
first.'

`When and how do you wish to be paid?'

`Half now, half when finished. As you have seven to be
done, let me charge you only for six. So, US$120,000. `

I wrote him a cheque on my private account for $55,000,
the dollar being less than parity, and handed it to him.

He said `9 o'clock tomorrow, it is then.'

Yuriy was still hunkered down when the dentist left and
I ran my fingers through his tight hair as I went by
him. He flashed me an already good smile.



I went to bed early that night and thought that it was
time to really put Yuriy through this paces in bed. That
night I thought he yelled and gasped in ecstasy more
than any other night and I have found that his perineum
is becoming a delight to lick and to tease.

I took him for the first time on his back and made him
keep eye contact with me at all stages so that I could
judge his reactions and my own success in performance.
His muscular legs rested lightly on my shoulders, and I
took him harder that I had ever taken any of my previous
lovers.

There is a little trick I have when fucking a lover and
that is to think of balance sheets or bank accounts, and
you never get close to cumming, but stay excitingly
hard. That occasion was no exception.

I flipped Yuriy on his knees and took him doggie style
which allowed me some very hard penetration. He is
particularly appealing when his legs are back over his
head and his powerful buttock muscles cannot protect his
arse hole, but he is delightful when his legs are
splayed wide on his hands and knees and his pink asshole
is being well and truly furrowed and ploughed. He
grunted a few times at the force of my insertions that
evening, but made no complaint or effort to have me
stop. When I felt close to cumming, I stopped to take a
breather.

That evening however, he looked me in the eyes and
putting a hand on my chest, pushed me back onto the bed,
he has half twisted around me, but then put his knees on
either side of my hips. My cock had not gone down.
Sitting astride me, he reached back and took it in his
hand and brought it to full erection, the kneeling
upright he brought his anus down to my cockhead and
started to let the weight of his own body force it
inside himself.

The flange went in. Yuriy had a bead of sweat running
down the side of his face, which was a study in
concentration. Little by little, he lowered himself onto
my girthed 16 centimetres of hard cock. I did not move a
muscle. It was his act of submission, of impaling on the
altar of worship. All of two long minutes later, I was
fully inside him by his own manoeuvrings. For the next
fifteen minutes, he raised and lower himself on my
manhood and I let him feast of my virile strength, that
is until he started to clench and relax his sphincter
muscles. That sent me over the edge inside him.

When I was spent, he became inventive and massaged my
body for over an hour using a combination of touch,
frottage and light oil. I wondered where he learned to
do that or was he simply being even more inventive?

But as they say one favour deserves another. That Even
he had not ejaculated at all despite over two hours of
intensive love making, so I took his still erect cock in
my mouth and working my tongue along his glorious flange
and frennulum, within minutes he was clutching the bed
clothes as he groaned in pre-ejaculation ecstasy. When
he shot it was like his previous eruption in the
limousine, copious, sweet, pulse after pulse which a
less experienced lover than I would have failed to cope
with.

I also discovered another thing after he had come. The
tip of his entire penis was extremely sensitive, so I
took it again in my mouth and every fifteen seconds or
so ran my tongue over and around it. He was half-sitting
up in the bed as I sucked away so sensitive was the
cock-head. When I raked my teeth lightly over it, it was
as if he had been given an electric shocked and he
shuddered and erupted yet again. Yuriy Obov learned to
be submissive to his Master's wishes that night, and
when I made as if to suck his cock head again, he shook
his head so violently with a `No, Master. No, Master'
that I had to laugh. I would not have had the energy
anyway.

But as a Master, that evening I had learned at least one
totally sensitive zone on my first slave, which if ever
the occasion arose could be used to re-train him in
total obedience.

To be continued...