Date: Sat, 31 Jan 2004 15:39:54 +0000
From: Gerry Taylor <gerrytaylor78@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Dahran Way - Chapter 12 - Gay - Authoritarian

This is the twelfth chapter ex twenty two of a novel about slavery and
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The Dahran Way

Chapter 12 The importance of flattery

 Donnie Timmins / Inaki Ergoitia

When the first copies of their book were delivered to me, I called Inaki
and Donnie to come to the study and with one of them on either side of
me, my hands rubbing their shoulders and backs, we spent an hour looking
at the two hundred pages of plates and an equal number of pages of text.
The author of the text was given merely by the initials `IE' and the
photographer as `DT.'

Both slaves were kneeling on either side of me, with opposite elbows on
the desk, as we flicked from page to page. It gave me ample opportunity
to kiss Inaki's head and shoulders and neck. I merely kept a finger at
that stage up Donnie's bum and he adjusted his body so that it was
pressed firmly against the softness of his well lubricated butt hole for
the best part of thirty minutes. Ah, the joy of having two compliant and
happy slaves!



Because I had never been able to do anything personally for the Sheik
after his benevolence to me in putting so much business the way of the
Bank, I gave Abdou al-Akhri the next time I saw him a copy of the book I
had published and asked how best would it be to present a copy to the
Sheik. He said to leave the matter with him.

Within the fortnight, I found myself being invited to a private dinner
with the Sheik and Abdou at the Sheik's city Palace. The dedication in
The Cacti of Dahra was to the Sheik himself, `the enlightened and
benevolent ruler of Dahra.'

They say that flattery is the fruit most served in palaces and the
outright flattery of the dedication pleased the Sheik immensely. He
leafed through the book as I explained the importance of some of the
plants to him.

`Would it be possible to acquire some more copies as a gift for the
diplomatic corps, Sir Jonathan?'

When I said it would be my pleasure to supply as many as he wanted, he
continued to carefully turn over page after page.

The Sheik enquired about the texts and the photographs and I explained
the project.

At one point, he had flicked back to the opening pages and I pointed out
the initials of the photographer and writer and explained, who the
originators of the idea were.

`They offered to do this, Sir Jonathan?'

`Yes, indeed, your Excellency.'

`How extraordinary! How fortunate a Master you are!'

He seemed quite amazed that slaves would offer to do such a thing. With
those comments I could not argue.

The Sheik enquired about the Aloe and Lime Palace and the production of
our vegetable crops there. He surprised me at his knowledge of what was
going on in my own backyard, so I filled him in also more fully on the
production of the Aloe milk-sap and the Aloe laxative, which was an
all-Dahran production from start under Inaki Ergoitia to export and
marketing under Gus Jennings. When he mentioned the accurate sum value of
the exports of both products, I again was drawn to the conclusion that
the Sheik had a very close grasp as to what was going on in the Sheikdom.

`I am also entering' he said, `into a long-term arrangement with the
European Union under a number of economic headings. One of these may
involve yourself, if you wish, Sir Jonathan, in the long-term processing
of prisoners, which the various states there do not want.'

`We have discovered that our gas reserves are even larger than we had
calculated -- that is still a state secret, Sir Jonathan,' he said with
a smile `and we will be effectively entering into a number of bartering
arrangements, gas for hospital and school equipment, gas for computer
hardware and so on, instead of gas for cash.'

`Your retraining programmes have been mentioned, so do not be surprised
if in the next while you are contacted about taking EU prisoners as
slaves, which will prove to be very lucrative as there are so many of
them and I have had Abdou al-Akhri mention to the government
representatives that the long term cost of handling such slaves would be
over a million euro per slave.'

I looked at the Sheik in astonishment. My mind was in a whirl. Here was
I presenting a copy of my book on cacti and here was the Sheik saying
that I was going to be asked by the EU to take prisoners from European
jails.



On the particular evening of my dinner with the Sheik, on returning to
the Lime Palace, why was I not surprised to find both Inaki and Donnie
sitting on the steps of the veranda with a blanket over their shoulders
waiting for me.

`What are you two doing up at this hour?' I asked pretending
annoyance.

`The book, Master? The book? Did he like it?' Donnie blurted out. So
much for slaves not asking questions, I thought to myself.

`Who, Donnie?'

`The Sheik, Master, the Sheik.'

I though Donnie would burst with curiosity.

`I think he must have liked it, Donnie. He wants to order copies for
the entire diplomatic corps from the publishers, to be given as gifts.'

That stopped Donnie in his tracks and both he and Inaki had tears in
their eyes that their project had been so well received.

`Now that you know all of that, which of you want to come up to bed, or
will you both come?'

They both came and it was not just for the sex. Donnie, in particular,
had a hundred and one questions about the evening with the Sheik. It was
a night to remember for them, particularly for Inaki, who for the first
time was both entered and sucked off at the same time.

The taking of Inaki Ergoitia was a pleasure. He is one of those slaves
with soft and warm skin. It is, as if he has been out in the heat of the
sun all the time and that heat like the land at night let out its
radiation for a long time.

When I kissed the nape of his neck and licked up under his ear, he
shivered. When I brought my tongue down between his shoulder blades and
down the knobs of his spine, he trembled and when I raised his buttocks
and brought the tip of my tongue in touch with the tight little volcano
of flesh that was his anus, Donnie was looking at me with his eyes wide
open as I rimmed his buddy, who had taken one of my hands in his and was
groaning his pleasure in the night air.

`Have you not done this yet to your buddy, Donnie?'

Donnie just shook his head.

I resumed a gentle licking of Inaki's perineum and down over his
hairless cojones as our Spanish cousins say and back up again to the
puckered mass of his bunched sphincter muscles. He again groaned and
trembled as I tongued its centre and his hand, which had been holding
mine, now clenched its in tightness.

As I turned him over onto his back, Inaki said, `Master, a slave is
supposed to please the Master not the other way round.'

`A slave is supposed to do what is his Master's pleasure. Isn't that
right, Donnie?'

Donnie seemed too lost for words in all of this and again nodded.

`Do you know how to properly suck Inaki's nipples?'

`Oh, yes, Master,' Donnie had gotten his voice back.

This time it was I, who nodded to him and he started on Inaki's left
nipple, while I took in my mouth the turgid member, which was stretched
up Inaki's belly and leaking abundant precum.

Inaki half-sat up on the bed, almost shaking Donnie off his nipple, to,
which Donnie was orally attached, sucking and nipping it, as if the
sweetest of teats. Had Inaki been more experienced in the art of
lovemaking he would have lasted more than he did.

`Master, I can't stop it. Oh, Master, I am going to come.'

And come indeed he did, like the unstoppable winds of March, or the
heat-waves of August, or snowballs that roll down hills, or stones tossed
in the air that fall to earth. There is an inevitability in our genes and
in our bodily functions, which passes beyond and outside of our willed
control.

Inaki's moments of pure uncontrolled ejaculation were such waves of
pleasure. He laid there his eyes glazed, his panting body trying to gasp
in air faster than he was capable of pulling it into his lungs.

Donnie was looking at me and looking at Inaki and looking back at me.

`Do you want to experience that,' I asked the former London
petrol-pump attendant.

`Master, I wouldn't know how or what to do?'

`Did you learn nothing in your sex technique classes?'

`Definitely, nothing just like that, Master.'

`Then, Donnie, there is only one thing Inaki and I can do and that it
show you what you have been missing. Isn't that right, Inaki?'

`Yes, Master, as soon as I can breathe properly again.'

`What's the most beautiful thing about sex, Donnie?'

`Cumming, Master?' Donnie ventured rather dubiously and doubtfully.

`No, Donnie, spontaneity and surprise. Now, are you capable of keeping
your eyes closed for the next fifteen minutes?'

Donnie went back to nodding his barely out of teenage-years head.

`Close them, Donnie.'

The one advantage of a young supple body is its ability to be surprised
by sexual activity, which may be as simple as touch or as complicated as
a multiple technique. Suffice it to say that Donnie Timmins gasped and
groaned his way through all of twenty minutes of sexual contact and
attention from Inaki and myself. If the truth were told, Inaki was
following my lead.

When Donnie finally came in four superb bursts and a final dribble, his
young developing abs were covered with cum as indeed were other areas of
his chest.



The Sheik had a copy of the book given to each member of the diplomatic
corps as a personal gift. Moreover, he supplied them with extra copies to
satisfy the constant need of dignitaries for literary ammunition in the
polite exchange of presents, thus arming them for the next season of
receptions, openings and semi-private dinners.

He was more than pleased when it was listed at not a few international
book fairs under multiple headings of research, gardening, photography
and production. His own currency as a ruler went up by being mentioned in
the dedication for his enlightenment and benevolence. My own currency as
a slave-owner and Master was about to increase dramatically.

End of chapter 12

To be continued...