Date: Thu, 02 Oct 2003 22:30:59 +0100 From: Gerry Taylor Subject: The Market Offer - Chapter 14 - Gay - Authoritarian This is the fourteenth chapter of part three 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 this webpage now. Contact points: e. gerrytaylor78@hotmail.com w. http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Erotic_Gay_Stories The Market Offer by Gerry Taylor Chapter 14 -- Inaki When the second batch of prisoner-slaves arrived early one weekend morning at the beginning of October, I decided that I would sit in on the retraining of the first prisoner-slave in the batch that weekend. He was a Basque journalist, Inaki Ergoitia, who had `disappeared' from the face of the Iberian Peninsula. He had apparently taped clandestinely some talks between too powerful a group of politicians and businessmen. He was tried in camera for treason, having been abducted in the middle of a street. His fate was sealed when he said that he would publish everything on the tape he had on his person when abducted, copies of which were held elsewhere. For the copies to be published, he would have had to have them from the Bank vault where they were for safekeeping, and he had unfortunately not told any one of his journalist friends which Bank to activate their release in case of anything untoward happening to him. This he told his captors under torture -- a simple but very crude electric prod in his anus until he had lost and re-gained consciousness a dozen times - and from that moment onwards, he was in solitary confinement in a garrison prison which was not even on the map. However, the government - that is to say the politicians changed - but the business group did not, so he could still not be released and was the first of the Iberians to be sent to Dahra. Inaki was pulled out of the transit van in the middle of the courtyard, his eyes closed against the morning sun. The two mentors and oxen-slaves appointed to Inaki were at his side immediately to take off his neck restraint. He looked lost in his nakedness. His skin was a light olive brown and slightly lighter around his buttocks. His privates were small against a bed of pure black pubic hair. At 29 years of age, he looked fit, but rather thin. His left eye had a severe squint in it and always seemed to be looking at his nose. It was only when his two body slaves brought him over to me, and pushed him to his knees, that I think he became aware of me. He looked in some surprise at the body slaves touching their foreheads to the ground in proper obeisance. `Do you understand English?' I asked. It was a rhetorical question, because from his file I knew he did. `Yes, I speak English.' It was not quite the accurate answer to the question and indicated to me that here was an independent mind which would take ideas and manipulate them accordingly, and not the correct and polite manner of reply to a Master. `I am now your Master. Your own government has sold you to me and you are now a slave at my Palace. After your training, you will have a good and happy life here. You will learn a lot of things here. You will be well fed and cared for. Can you understand what I saying?' `Yes, I hear you. But I am not a slave.' `When you reply to me, you first say `Master' and then you answer. This will all be part of your training over the next thirty days. And yes, you are a slave here. You will obey me and please me in any way I choose to be pleased.' `Let me tell you what is going to happen to you over the next days. You will now be trained in the customs and in the manner of this Palace. You have been assigned two experienced slaves to help and guide you. You will be told how to behave towards my overseers and me. All my slaves here have very good medical care. You will be given a more complete medical examination than you have ever had in your life. I see some small moles and blemishes on your skin. They will be removed. You will be seen by our dentist here and have your teeth looked at.' At this point, I told his two slaves buddies to open their lips and show their teeth to Inaki Ergoitia, which were two perfect sets of brilliance white capped teeth. `You will also been seen by our eye surgeon. I see you have a severe eye problem in your left eye. We have a world-class eye surgeon here. How would you like to have your eye corrected so that it is perfectly alright?' He did not reply. So, cupping his chin in my fingers, I repeated the question with other words looking him directly-mainly in his right eye. `It cannot be straightened I was told years ago' he said. `That was not my question to you, Inaki. How would you like to have your eye corrected so that it is perfectly alright?' It was a surreal conversation in a Palace courtyard. He swallowed and nodded his head. `Ok, now you have to be cleaned up' and I told the slave buddies to proceed. The slave buddies took him into the slave quarters and I had Komil bring in a chair and I sat to one side, as the slave buddies gave him a cross between a crew-cut and a Marine `high and tight.' Inaki just stood there like a lamb between the two of them, as they then proceeded to remove all body-hair from his body, except a small strip of black pubic hair over his penis and the stubble of his armpit hair, which the hair clippers had removed. As the two body slaves were applying the hair removal cream to his legs and groin, Inaki started to get a hard-on and his uncut thin four inches grew to a respectable seven inches at right angles to the remains of his pubic hair. He seemed a little embarrassed by the erection and I caught him glancing at me once or twice. `When did you last have sex?' I enquired. His cheeks flamed red. `As a slave you answer the questions you are asked. And don't start an argument as to your status. When did you last have sex? And you start you reply saying `Master.'' `Master, five years ago.' `And when did you last jack off?' He did not understand the English, and I repeated the question making an open fist of my hand and moving it in a jacking off motion. Again, his cheeks flamed. `Master, about six months ago. It was not allowed in the prison and I was in the presence of a guard all the time.' `Inaki, the good news for you is that in this Palace, you will have sex every morning and every evening.' And I told the one of the sex buddies to suck him off there and then. His sex buddies where a Greek Cypriot named Spyros and a Brazilian, called Joao. The Brazilian went down on his knees to take the boner in his mouth. Inaki moved as if to stop him and I told Spyros just to hold Inaki's arms out of the way. Spyros put him in what wrestler's would call a `Nelson lock', which really was just putting this arms under Inaki's armpits and bringing his hands to the back of Inaki's head. It was a very gentle lock and Inaki was not resisting. In fact, he was groaning now rather loudly. Joao had only taken two deep sucks when Inaki shouted `vengo' which was clearly understood by the Brazilian, who removed his lips and an arch of cum shot at least four feet across the showers, to be followed by another three each forceful shorts of shortening lengths. Spyros removed his arms and gave Inaki a friendly pat on the back, and put more of the cream on his hands to continue the hair removal. Fifteen minutes later, the cream having done its first hair, Inaki looked slightly smaller though his genital area looked much improved as his still semi-hard penis looked larger than it really was. Twenty five minutes in all it took for Inaki to be cleaned up and shaved. The two body slaves then pointed to a hole in the side of the shower area, and each in turn squatted down. Each then with perfect bowel control shit a small turd and had a short piss. Inaki seemed to look on in horror as if that was expected of him before an audience. Spyros pointed to his penis and to the hole. No, he did not need to piss, he seemed to say with a shake of his head. When Spyros pointed to his ass, there was a definite double shake of the head. However, it was not for Inaki to decide on such matters, so Joao took him over to the shit hole, and taking a douche on a hose from the wall held it up to his eyes, and then with a hand on either shoulder from each of the body slaves, Inaki was bent over and, legs wide apart, his shaven butt hole presented to me. Joao ran the water through the douche and let it run down Inaki's leg so that he would feel the temperature of it. When the first pulse of water had stopped, Joao inserted three to four inches of the douche into Inaki back passage and kept his foot on the `on' pedal. Inaki clearly felt the flow of water go inside him as he gave an audible groan. Joao let the flow continue for ten seconds, pulled out the douche head, and pointed to the shit hole. Inaki did not need any further prompting and a gush of faeces and water spewed down the hole. No sooner had it stopped than Inaki was bent over again, and the procedure repeated four times until each time the audible groan came from Inaki's throat which was in fact longer each time at about twelve, fifteen, and twenty seconds of water inflow. Finally, both Joao and Sypros seemed to be happy that all excrement had been washed out of the back passage. Inaki was brought over to me. `Are you feeling a little better and cleaner now?' He seemed in shock, and did not answer verbally, but merely nodded. `This is the first simple part of your training. Your buddies have showered you, shaved you and cleaned you inside and outside. They have also jerked off you as we say and as will be done by them each morning, and you will do the same to them. Now I have one question for you, before we go on to your next session of training. Do you accept me as your Master?' To give him credit, despite his saying of `Master' earlier on in his replies, his `No' now was emphatic. Both Spyros and Joao looked a little dejected as if they were to blame for the negative reply. `For the moment, there will be no punishment for that reply. We are now proceeding to the next part of your training which is a full medical examination.' We went across to Yves' surgery where the doctor was waiting for the new arrival. Our policy was that new arrivals got priority. I noted that Jens's computer system was working perfectly. The new documents on Inaki which had arrived with him, were now already on the system and showed his complete medical records as of up to two weeks previously. Yves gave him a complete check-up and took blood and -- a very small -- urine sample for testing. I noticed that he took out a small glass Petrie dish with a spatula, and then indicated to Inaki to get up on the examination table to lie on his back. Yves palpated Inaki's testicles individually, and pulled back the foreskin which covered his cock-head and examined it carefully, commenting to Spyros and Joao, `I see that he has come recently', to which they both nodded. `Good. Please stand one on each side of the table facing me.' This Spyros and Joao did, so that they were standing at shoulder level of the supine Inaki. Yves raised up the back of the examination table so that Inaki's head and shoulders were now raised up and he was able to look at what was going on. He raised up Inaki's right ankle and handed it to Joao. Similarly the left ankle was given to Spyros. `Now pull the ankles back up to the level of the slave's head and step a little away from the table.' The effect was dramatic. Inaki's butt was raised completely off the table and the doctor had totally free access to Inaki's back passage, which was a centre of pink flesh inside a light brown pucker. Inaki's arms were also now each resting around the waist of his slave buddies. He was swallowing very hard. Yves went to a side cabinet and brought back an instrument in stainless steel and a large tube of KY. He put a large dollop of the KY on his first two fingers and showed these to Inaki, who gave a little jump as one and then the second was inserted into his anus. The doctor repeated this procedure twice so that there was a significant amount of lubrication in the rectal area. He then took the speculum of two curved stainless steel lips and slipped them without any trouble into the lubricated passage. Adjusting the outer head screw of the speculum, the two lips inside the back passage separated and opened up the anus until it was a gaping hole some five inches wide. The flesh inside the anus was a perfect coral pink colour. Inaki gave a groan and a little jump and his arms grasped the waists of this two buddy slaves tightly. The doctor then introduced a good portion of his hand into the open anus and palpated inside it. He had the Petrie dish in his hand. I noticed that Inaki's penis was become hard and straining up his belly. Suddenly, he started to groan as the doctor massaged his prostate and commented, `Ah, Sir Jonathan, a perfectly positioned prostate. It is about the size of a large hazelnut and just as hard.' Inaki's groans again became another `vengo' and that he did. The doctor was ready with the Petrie dish and although quite an amount of semen when up Inaki's chest, more than a sufficient sample was in the Petrie dish. With practised ease, Yves loosened the head screw on the speculum. The anus forced the steel lips together and with a little `plop' the doctor withdrew it from Inaki's back passage. `Fine. Not hurt are you?' -- the doctor said, almost to himself. `Sit up now, please' and he proceeded to examine Inaki for blemishes and tattoos. He had three small moles in various parts of his body and a small cross tattooed on the top of his right bicep. `I shall remove all of these, shall we say Monday?' he said to Joao and Spyros whom he knew would have responsibility for getting Inaki to the surgery, as he entered the appointment onto the computer. They nodded that they had understood. The two buddy slaves took Inaki by the elbows and marched him in next door into Cal Thorson, the dentist, who was listening to Vivaldi in the background. Cal already had his patient of the day bollocks naked in the chair, cathetered and anaesthetised, and softly snoring dead to the world. Cal turned down the Vivaldi, and called up Inaki's file on his computer, and started to dictate into it the appointment he was setting up for Tuesday for the new arrival. Caps, bridgework, one extraction, seven replacement fillings and a clean-up. In less that ten minutes, we were in and out, and Inaki was being led mesmerised into the optometrist, Nacho Cuesta. Nacho put the patient he had in for an eye test outside the door when the new arrival came in, and proceeded to give the standard eye test to Inaki's right eye, which he declared as having perfect vision. He then took Inaki's chin in his fingers and raised it and moved it in various directions left and right as he viewed the left eye with the squint. `Why did you not get this eye attended to before?' `At school, they told me it was not possible.' `When you reply to me, always say `Doctor' first. How long ago was that?' `Doctor, about twelve years ago.' `A lot has happened in twelve years in ocular medicine. This is now a simple laser operation which I have done many times.' Looking at the screen of his computer, `I see that you are with the doctor for minor surgery on Monday, and with the dentist on Tuesday. Would you be free to come here the following Tuesday to have that eye attended to?' Nacho said with a small smile. Inaki looked at the two buddy slaves and then at me. `No, Inaki, do not look at them.' Nacho said, `this is your choice. In matters of the eye, the choice remains with the slave. Are you free Tuesday of the following week?' Inaki looked at him and swallowed. `Doctor, what happens if I say `no.'' `Nothing happens,' the eye surgeon said. `Your squint stays like that, and a guy that might be ruggedly handsome stays ruggedly ugly.' `Doctor, and if I say `yes'?' `Then your eye will be fixed but you will have exercised your first choice as a slave of this Palace, and effectively you will have acknowledged that you are a slave and that Sir Jonathan here is your Master, who is providing this medical service for you.' There was silence for almost a minute as we sat there looking at Inaki. Finally, he wet his lips and said `Yes, doctor' very quietly. The eye surgeon slapped him on the arm and said, `We'll see you here on Tuesday week then first thing,' and he nodded to the two buddy slaves to ensure to have the newbie there. As they were leaving, Nacho said to him knowing that he would understand Spanish, `Inaki, no te preocupes. Todo saldra bien.' --Inaki, don't be worried. Everything will be fine-- and he gave the new slave his best professional smile. As we went out into the sun, I turned to Inaki and said, `Have you any questions?' He replied, `No.' The two buddy slaves looked at him and Spyros whispered to him `No, Master.' He looked at Spyros and then he looked at me and said `And what happens, if I do not say `Master'?' `First and foremost, slaves do not ask questions, but on this occasion Inaki, I shall answer you. You would be retrained until you did say `Master' and acknowledge me as your Master, and I tell you here and now that your retraining would be very unpleasant. However, as you appear to be playing with me. With Dr. Cuesta you acknowledge me as Master to get medical treatment and now outside, you don't. I am not to be trifled with' -- I do not think he understood that bit -- `you will begin retraining tomorrow. But today, Joao and Spyros will show you the grounds of the Lime Palace where you will be working on the farm, and they will also walk you over to the Aloe Palace, so that you can see what has been achieved there in the past year by your companion slaves.' I looked at Joao and Spyros to see that they understood which they did. I also told them to keep the new slave warm that night. They understood. I had other more important things to attend to in the new Palace than a new and confused slave. Spyros and Joao gave me a report that evening on what they had done. For the better part of the morning, they had brought Inaki around the grounds of the two Palaces to familiarise him with both, and answered his questions as best they could. He seemed in half a daydream, at times just stopping and breathing deeply. At midday, they again applied some more sun-block to him, and Spyros laughed at the erection he got when the aloe sun-block was massaged into his balls and down the crack of his backside. `Do you want it go away?' Spyros asked Inaki with a grin, and with a flick of his middle finger against his thumb, Spyros hit the very tip of Inaki's penis, who jumped with a yelp and held his sensitive private part in his hand. Joao and Spyros were roaring laughing, and Inaki could finally not but join in. `Let's go for a swim,' Joao said `and have a session in the gym.' `Why have you not tried to warn me about things?' Inaki said seriously. `Warn about what?' Spyros asked. `About what happens if I try to escape?' `No one tries to escape from here. Slaves try to get here, not run away' and Spyros told him of the unexpected arrival of Frank Kovacs who had come looking for sanctuary. `The bracelet on your ankle is satellite monitored so you cannot move five miles from the Lime Palace or an alarm is sounded in the capital city. No one in living memory is known to have escaped from Dahra. None of us chose to be here, but while we are here, we make the best of it.' `And if I don't call Sir Jonathan `Master'?' `Inaki you have a hang-up about this. Call him `Boss' if you will. He now owns you. You can do nothing about that. Your own government has sold you to him to be a slave here. But if you want a piece of advice from me, tomorrow morning when Sir Jonathan sits on the veranda just after breakfast, go to him and apologise and kiss his feet. To show fully that you are his slave, you put his foot on the back of your neck. Nothing more. Because, believe you me, you are not going to like being retrained.' After a two-hour session in the gym, under the watchful eye of Rolf who wanted to see how fit Inaki was, or more precisely was not, Spyros coached him through what was various light sessions. It was clear that Inaki was in no way fit and after the first two miles on the treadmill was in difficulty breathing. Spyros, on the other hand, was barely breaking a sweat. Joao went off to seek me and found me in my office. Inaki had left me annoyed. He came in and made a full obeisance, which he had no need of doing, as he had already seen me earlier that day. I knew what he would say, and that he did. `Master, I am sorry that we did not explain matters better to Inaki, the new slave. He is confused and also very headstrong. Don't have him retrained tomorrow, but let Spyros and me work with him for the next few days.' `Joao, with Inaki I have to be cruel to be kind. He will be retrained tomorrow unless he makes obeisance to me before courtyard inspection is over tomorrow morning. You have an evening and a night to convince him of the error of his ways. And Joao, later on in the week you and Spyros will spend the night with me. You are looking superb. Have you been doing some more swimming? Have a word with Komil as to the night. Keep me informed, however, how Inaki's training gets on.' Joao kept me abreast indeed. He got back to the swimming pool and joined his charge and his buddy. He quickly filled Spyros in and they drew up a plan. When the swim was over, the Swedes were coming in from the fields and the pool area was beginning to fill up. Joao and Spyros took Inaki back to the slave sleeping quarters. The whole area was quiet and they had it to themselves as Joao filled me in later. `We are going to train you now in your first lesson about buddy sex' Spyros said. `The first technique is how to suck and to be sucked.' Inaki looked horrified but there was nothing he could do about it. He was told how to suck each of their cocks looking for the spots that might please a lover on the shaft, under the corona, on the frenellum and around the glans. He was on his knees before Spyros who was instructing him how to lick his huge uncut flange with its prepuce drawn back, when he looked down and saw that Joao had slid up between his legs and his mouth was about to take his own hardening cock. The sheer erotic moment caused him to harden yet again, and for the third time in that memorable day for him, Inaki shot a load of no mean quantity. When he bedded down for the night, he was sandwiched between his two buddy mentors. When he and they were too tried to do anything themselves, Inaki just looked in awe at the uninhibited sex being enacted around him in the sleeping quarters. But with the warmth emanating from Sypros' body behind him, he felt his eyelids begin to droop in sleep and with Joao's hand back resting on his hip, Inaki felt a deep sense of safety in his very strange surroundings, and for the first time in years, he slept fully through the night. He awoke to the sounds of love making on the various pallets around him, and found himself facing Joao's face. `Good morning, Inaki. You snore a little, but I don't think you moved all night. My first duty to you this morning is to jerk you off which can be done here or in the shower. Being your really first day here, you may be a bit shy to be jerked off in the showers, so I am going to do it here.' With that, Joao moved his head down and took Inaki's morning hard-on in his mouth. Inaki on groaning and arching his back woke up Spyros, who put an arm around him and kiss him on the neck, and started to play with his nipples, teasing and flicking them. It was as if an electric switch had been thrown and Inaki pumped four loads of semen into Joao's warm mouth. `Now you can suck me,' Spyros said, and slightly self-conscious of the early morning moving forms on other pallets around him, Inaki gave Spyros a blow-job, admitted not a very good one, but Spyros helped him with encouraging words and advice, and two minutes later, shot a load into Inaki's mouth, which he told me some time after. It tasted sort of like a spice, which Inaki could not place. `Well done, Inaki, that was not bad for a guy who up to yesterday never had a cock in his mouth,' Joao said. `Now let's get quickly into the showers so that we can prepare you for inspection.' Inaki was given a simple douche enema and learned how to piss and shit it out without dirtying all around the shit-hole and then his face was shaven of any slight stubble that had been ignored or grown back since the previous day. His balls looked more pink than red, and contrasted strongly with his generally tanned brown body, which still had a tan line from his underwear. After the shower, they went to receive their morning food of two large brown biscuits which he found tasted bland but good, and he was given as much water as he wanted. Spyros put a hand on Inaki's arm. `Do you trust, Joao and me, Inaki? Seeing the puzzled look on Inaki's face, he said, `Have we hurt you in any way yesterday or today?' `No, not really.' `So, do you trust us?' Reluctantly, Inaki said `Yes.' `When we go out for inspection, we will be to the front of the entire household. Joao and I will make obeisance to the Master. We would like you to do so, with us -- if you trust us.' Inaki was going to argue, but Spyros put a finger to his lips. `Your old life is over. Your government does not want you. We do. Your friends here do. The Master does. Here a new life can begin for you, very different, I know, but a life you can love in time. We do not want to see you suffer by being retrained.' And so it was, Joao and Spyros, with Inaki between them, approached me as I ate on the on the veranda overlooking the courtyard, and all three made obeisance. I ran my hand over Inaki's heaving stomach. `Give life here a chance, Inaki, and after thirty days, we'll talk.' I have often wondered what really changed Inaki's mind, and think that it might have been the promise of the medical treatment, rather than the fear of retraining, and although we did talk a lot together afterwards, I never really found out to my entire satisfaction. To be continued...