Date: Wed, 14 Jul 2004 10:50:44 +0100
From: Gerry Taylor <gerrytaylor78@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Dahran Rebuttals - Chapter 22 - Gay - Authoritarian

This is the twenty second and last chapter of a novel about present-day
slavery and gay sex. A sequel The Seventh Desert will follow in time.

The Dahran trilogies are composed to date of 6 novels:

Trilogy one:

The Changed Life

The Reluctant Retrainer

The Market Offer

Trilogy two:

The Special Memories

The Dahran Way

The Dahran Rebuttals (this novel)

Keywords:

authority, control, loyalty, slavery, punishment, retraining, submission,
gay, sex

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Chapter 22 -- The assumption of continuity

We tend to be intimidated by taller people than ourselves. At six four,
Dmitri Soliduk, my new Russian slave was taller than I by a couple of
inches, yet with him, I did not feel any sense of intimidation, rather on
the contrary, I felt that he was in fear of me.

In a way, he had every right to be. I was his Master and in Dahra, I had
control of life and death over him and no one to question my rights as
Master in any manner.

James and Terry, my body slaves, had put him standing `at rest' beside
my bed and out of the way, while they undressed me for the night.

`Are you two still here?' I asked.

James blushed, `Yes, Master.'

`Well, off you go. Look at Terry. Heis becoming more and more erect
the longer you are keeping him waiting.'

`But...'

`But nothing, James. Go look after your buddy. Dmitri can look after
me.'

`Master, he doesn't speak English, or Arabic yet,' Terry countered.

`He has the basic commands. We'll get by. Off you go.'

The two departed a bit reluctantly. I looked over at Dmitri and beckoned
him over. When he came over, I took him by the cock and led him into the
bathroom. He might as well learn how to bathe a Master, I thought to
myself and indeed, I was not disappointed, as he soaped and sponged me
down, so gently, it was quite definitely as if I were about to break into
smithereens at any moment.

He dried me off and I dried him off, much to his surprise. It gave me a
chance stroke his entire body and to pull back the generous foreskin on
his sizeable flaccid cock, which started to harden even under the
gentlest of ministrations, with its deep purple head staying wetly
outside the covering foreskin.

Beckoned in with two fingers, Dmitri followed me submissively to the bed
and I laid out his long frame on it, his arms up over his head, his
armpits gloriously endowed with a thick bush of pale axillae hair. He lay
there expectantly awaiting my pleasure.

Dmitri was not now an object of desire. He was an object of my pleasure.
He was within my reach but lay there within my arms and at fingertip
touch, and touch him I did.

I straddled the supine figure and let my fingers massage the scalp of his
head, his short hair no obstacle to my touch. My fingers came down over
his finely boned Slavic features and when the tips of my fingers touched
his eyelids, I could feel his body tremble beneath me. Each part of his
torso produced further trembles, not of fear I hoped, but of sexual
delight. I did believe it was sexual delight, as I could feel his cock
take on a hardened life of its own underneath me.

When I bent forward to take the nearest of his nipples into my mouth, he
groaned and said `Master.' His back was half-arching, his eyes closed.

`Ah, my long Russian slave, you will have to be taught to keep those
eyes of yours open when you are with me, your Master', I thought to
myself. A slave should always know what reactions his Master's face is
registering, even if half hidden from view.

Out of his loneliness and isolation, out of his normal environment and
space, Dmitri was sinking into the depth of pleasure, which comes when so
much lost is being regained in another fashion. His fear was lessening as
he had brought forward his hands and was half-resting them on my
shoulders, half-stroking my scapulae, giving little groans and shudders
as his nipples became sensitized to my tongue and incisors.

I then moved to his armpits and found his axillae to be soft regions of
tender flesh, a little ticklish to my tongue, as it laved its way around
the fair bush of his pit hair.

Dmitri had awakened from his daydreaming stupor and his torso was coming
forward off the bed, as the gentleness of my tongue created areas of
awareness in his sensitivity.

My tongue moved to the hollow in his neck. His groans vibrated from his
throat and he gasped his convulsion and pleasure. His sexual pleasure was
rising too fast. He was not experienced enough to control it, so I
changed tack and wandered down to his sternum, down to his belly-button,
which was not sensitive, and was almost thrown from the bed, when my
tongue wandered low across his belly and touched his hip bone. Eureka!
Pay dirt! A pair of truly erogenous zones on this new Russian slave!

Knowing that it was not possible to make the slave come by merely working
the two matching erogenous zones of his hip bones and carefully avoiding
any touching of his penis or balls, I let his body feel the waves of
pleasure that a Master and lover can release in a slave.

It is always better not to concentrate too long on any one erogenous
zone, so I did not and I flipped Dmitri over onto his stomach, raising up
his prone hips and separating his knees as far as they would go on the
bed quilt.

Dmitri's legs and thighs were smooth as silk - all trace of hair had
been taken by the body cream we use - as indeed from between his legs and
his balls. A hint of pubic hair was to be seen to either side of his
balls hanging deeply between his legs stretched wide apart.

The quarry of my search, his most private of orifices, was bare to my
gaze. His puckering anus was like a small ridged volcano rising from the
perineum under his body and between his legs. Small pink striations ran
down from a central cone to the light golden skin of his body.

His anus had been mine previously in a quick fuck, but now it was mine
for my leisurely pleasure and enjoyment, and enjoy it I did. Perfectly
clean, and lightly moist with a preparatory cream, I let my tongue work
its way inward from Dmitri's right buttock. As I circled my anal prey,
he groaned and pushed back towards my probing tongue.

It is possible to bring a lover off by simple rimming. It's very
possible to do so, when either the balls or the cock are touched at the
same time. I made a point of avoiding this, as I could see Dmitri leaking
a long strand of precum.

When my tongue pressed into the tiny cone of his anal volcano, he
whimpered and I found myself chasing my quarry up the bed, until with his
head jammed against the headrest and his hands clutching the pillows,
Dmitri had nowhere else to go and his hips began to tremble, and his body
to shudder, under the onslaught of my penetrating tongue.

It takes time to bring a lover off like this. I took my time, a long
time. At one point, Dmitri's hand had found mine and clutched it, as if
a supporting vine overhanging an abyss.

As I say he was not experienced, but undoubtedly one day he would learn
the true techniques to hold on, to elevate the mind to another plane and
place, to ignore the build up of sexual tension. But now he was not
experienced and his hand clutched mine, so tightly that it hurt. He did
not realise this. It was merely an automatic reaction to the stimuli,
which his body was receiving.

There came a point where he could hold on no longer and I knew he was
drawing close to it, so kneeling in close to his butt hole, I positioned
myself and my cock, and thrust forward hard. His heightened state of
euphoria would have suppressed any discomfiture for a quick and hard
entry, but three pumping thrusts and my Russian slave was over the edge
of all edges and like every man before in climatic ejaculation floated
out into that space where pleasure and euphoria meet.

Three, four and five ejaculations later, Dmitri lay collapsed over his
own juices and I on top of him. I thrust in hard again three times and I
joined the slave in the joyful pleasure of the moment.

Time takes on a strange passage after sex. It is neither fast nor slow,
but la petite mort - the little sleep of death - as one nation calls the
aftermath of sex. We lay collapsed together in the afterglow of the
sexual experience, I not wishing to move, Dmitri under me not able to
move. And thus, I fell asleep.

I was still intertwined in the middle of the night, when there was a
thunderous knocking on the bedroom suite door and Yuriy Obov, the Farm
Manager of the Aloe Palace rushed in.

He shouted something to the Russian slave, who scurried off the bed and
out of the suite, as Yuriy came up to me.

When I have mused in latter times and reflected on that moment, I have
come to realise that it, like my arrival in Dahra some four years
previously, was a defining moment in my life and in that of my slaves.

Yuriy's eyes were wide with the excitement of the moment. He was
breathing through his nostrils, which were flaring as he sucked in air.
Such things we see and remember in those frozen seconds.

We assume that so many things will continue uninterrupted. We know they
cannot. His indelible words and the cause of such future events and
changes at my Palaces cut the night time air.

`Master, Dahra has been invaded!'

End of Chapter 22

End of Novel

Author's notes:

I would like to thank especially Alan, Ken, Larry, Senui, Tedand Tim who
have pre-read and judged parts of this novel "above and beyond the call
of duty". Their proofing, corrections, comments and editing have
contributed to making the novel readable.

The flow of the novel has been greatly assisted by comments from Adam,
Bill, Bob, Budd, Chris, Dick, Ed, James, John,Ken, Lee, Lila, Marc,
Marek, Norm, Omar, Pete, Ralph, Steve and Victor, to mention but
twenty readers among the many who have eMailed me over the past weeks.

Readers have been generous and kind in their comments, and for that I say
a sincere `thank you' to one and all.

Trustfully, the following novel just completed, but still to be proofed
and edited,The Seventh Desert, when it issues will be a small token of
my appreciation.

GT.