Date: Sat, 14 Feb 2004 16:03:23 +0000
From: Gerry Taylor <gerrytaylor78@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Dahran Way - Chapter 17 - Gay - Authoritarian

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The Dahran Way

Chapter 17 The importance of esteem

 Andy McTee

Every slave, who has adapted to his status has the wish to know his
value to a Master, be appreciated or at least fleetingly acknowledged.

Self-esteem is needed in all humans, freemen and slaves -- a knowledge
of our worth and value. Unless a slave needs to know his value to a
Master in a totally submissive existence. This does not mean that the
slave is always looking for the explicit approval of the Master, because
many slaves have busy lives with little direct supervision.

One of a slave's greatest fears is to be perceived as worthless and
therefore to be dispensed with. A slave, who is submissive to his
Master's wishes gains self-esteem from the thought that he has a job to
do for his Master; that he does his job well for his Master; and finally,
that the Master knows all of the above and knows him. A well-adapted
slave's self-esteem springs chiefly from interaction with the person
whom he is serving. And a submissive slave hopes that his Master will
also love him.

Self-esteem is like the air in the bubble or in the balloon --
invisible, but essential for the shape and structure of balloon itself. A
true slave will quite happily perform his duty while that self-esteem is
in place and even if it is not, but self-esteem makes those unpleasant
duties and there are at times unpleasant ones, all the more bearable.

Esteem is three-pronged where it exists. It starts with esteem of
yourself and of your own abilities. It is followed by the esteem in,
which you hold others and then by the esteem in, which others hold you.

I saw its lack the day Andy McTee was first purchased by me --
half-starved by a former Master, in need of a special diet for months to
undo the damage caused by a lack of calcium. I saw its growth with his
slow realisation that he not only was a good English teacher, but a great
one.

After his purchase, Andy had been bedded by both Yuriy, now my head of
stables at the Aloe Palace and by his lover Radek. He never had any
further problems, he said, with man-to-man sex after that. In fact, he
said that it gave him great confidence in dealing with his adult slave
students.

I had heard from one of the slaves about a student, who had not been
making an effort in English class. Andy whom I had regarded as somewhat
meek and mild, had told the slave to come forward, bend down and grasp
the back of his knees. Andy had gone out, got some lubricant, come back
and oiled the slave's butt-hole to the merriment of the class.

One or two of the class had got a hard-on from the scene, so Andy called
one of them up and had him unceremoniously fuck the bent-over slave
before the entire class.

`Do you know why I ordered that? he asked the slave, standing now quite
embarrassed with cum running down his legs.

`Without effort on your part, which includes learning English and many
other things at the Palace, which you will be taught here, you will be
worth nothing more to the Master than a pair of hands for field-work or a
butt-hole for some other slave's pleasure. If this happens again, you
will be fucked by every slave in this class.'

The slave, who related this to me, said that there was absolute silence
in the class as that particular lesson sank in and the fucked slave never
gave a problem again.

I found myself free on the afternoon of the day when one of the batches
of European prisoner slaves were at language lessons and came over to the
first compound to inspect them. The lessons took place under an awning
over the four midday hours when the heat of the day is at its highest.

I arrived just as Andy McTee was finishing the first English lesson and
bidding them goodbye. All five slaves had been sitting cross-legged on
the floor, no doubt feeling the butt-plugs, which stay inserted all day
with every shifting of weight. They quickly made an obeisance and went to
`display' when told to by their teacher.

I nodded to the training overseers, who had been seated silently on the
side for surveillance and then addressed the group of slaves.

`Andy is one of our best teachers. He is here to teach you English. So,
learn it well in the next six months. Andy is the best. You will be the
best.'

I looked at Andy. He was blushing at the praise.

`I will walk with you to the door, Andy..'

As Rob unlocked the exit from the first compound for him, I asked Andy,
`How are you getting on with the Mistress?' I was referring to Fiona.

`Very, very well, Master.'

He did not volunteer more.

`Will I be hearing from you in some months time?'

I had made a promise to Andy to buy him back from Fiona, if he was
unhappy after being sold to her. He had been my first sale of a slave.

`I think not, Master. But, if it pleases you, I will come back to you
when the six months are up. And Master, thank you for what you said to
the class.'

`Andy, every word of it was true. Your teaching ability matches Roge
Harte's body or Yuriy Obov's farm management. It is superb. By the way,
I saw your name on a list, which Tommy Saunders was compiling for this
week. You really should have been taken off it, but I forgot to tell
him.'

Andy did not understand what I was saying and queried, `Tommy Saunders
runs some special programme for you, Master?'

`Yes, Andy. We'll talk some evening during the week. Do you have any
further lessons today?'

`Yes, Master, in an hour and a half.'

`Maybe you would like to take a relaxing swim before yet another group
of students.'

`For me, Master, no group so far has been just yet another group of
students. They are all interesting in their own way.'

`Well, these five must certainly have been interesting!'

`I think they will make progress if given time, Master. None of them
seems to have much confidence yet in his own abilities to learn anything,
but they are making an effort.. As it is a group of just five, I can
address every single one of them again and again and have them speak and
practise individually. A teacher's dream in comparison to teaching a
class of thirty or forty, I can tell you, Master.'

`I am glad to hear it. Don't forget your swim.'

`Thank you, Master.'

Upon my return under the awning's shade, the five trainees were
standing, unplugged now, at `display' for my inspection. Even after six
days they looked well and I told them that.

I ran my hand over each of their smooth bodies. Felt the weight of their
remaining ball in my left hand, squeezed it every so lightly in approval
and with a smile clapped them on the shoulder, saying `Well done.'

I had each slave bend over and I ran my hand over the smooth buttocks
and down their cracks until touching their butt-holes. The sphincter
muscles of each anus were not quite soft and I pressed their puckered
tightness gently to check that the butt-plug had been working and to
assert my dominion over each slave. Two of them had beautifully rounded
buttocks and I thought that I might be seeing more of them when fully
trained.

Four of the five had either a foreskin removed or a fraenulum cut and
still had small dressings in place. I merely raised the bandaged penis in
my hand when inspecting these slaves and smiled my approval.

The training even at this early stage was holding. None of the slaves
protested at having their bodies touched, as if to say that the gentle
touch of their Master, another man, was to be welcomed. None moved even a
fraction of an inch when my fingers touched their most intimate orifice,
their butt-hole, acknowledging with their silence that the Master had a
right to touch where he wished.

Twelve days later, I paid the group another visit on the morning after
they had advanced from the second to the third compound. In their second
phase of training, they had been under the surveillance of a team led by
Joao, my Brazilian trainer and Spyros, the Greek trainer, who are an
excellent case of teamwork. They form a symbiotic pair of trainers, who
know what the other is going to order before the command is ever given
and can pass slaves backwards and forwards between them with a mere
raising of the eyebrows.

The two alternating procedures in the second compound are races around
the inside of the compound walls and secondly a series of some thirty
steel bars some two and a half meters over the sands of the compound. The
slave runs up a ramp and swings like a gibbon from one bar to the next
until arriving at the ramp at the other end. The slave then runs back and
lines up to start again. After four such swings on the hanging bars,
slaves start dropping to the sand as they lose their grips. The pain is
on the arms and upper chest muscles as they are stretched and
strengthened. Spyros and Joao never tick off failure when drops to the
sand occur but count the completion of the `runs.' Again the those with
the lowest completion of runs receive in reverse order five, four or
three strokes of the cane.

In the third compound Scott Billins, a former farmhand from Iowa, is one
of my best American trainers. Scott loved the land and farming and he had
marvellous patience -- maybe from waiting for crops to grow -- in the
training of slaves. I have never seen him lose his patience or be in any
way put out by a slave's attitude. Rather he is like a quiet teacher,
waiting for the right moment to explain what is what yet again.

Upon my entrance, Scott merely said quietly `obeisance' to have his
five charges kneel on the ground and lower their heads between their
hands. Walking around them, I noticed the bases of the `size three'
butt-plugs firmly inserted in their rectums, the sphincter muscles
clamping down on each close-to-bottom groove. This third variety of
butt-plugs was shaped like a stubby penis, as I remembered well from
selecting them for my en gros purchase at Shariff Khan's establishment.

While every one of the five trainees showed signs of the cane, one
showed multiple weals from the flogging he had received on previous
occasions. He had been the one, who had had the lowest number of points
in the second compound and as the programme demanded been given the
choice of thirty strokes of a four-foot camel-cane and to rise with his
class to compound three, or the option of remaining behind his class and
repeating compound two with thirty strokes of a three-foot camel-cane.

He had preferred to being flogged quickly and have it over and done
with, rather than repeat six days in compound two. The training overseers
are conscious that even in those few days, bonds will have been forged
with the rest of the group and this must have influenced the slave's
decision to submit to the four-foot cane.

The slave had been left behind tied to a flogging frame to the side of
the second compound and his spread-eagled figure had been the sight that
had greeted my next group of prisoner slaves as they had advanced from
their first to their second stage of training. With the new group's eyes
riveted to the spectacle, Joao had administered the thirty strokes moving
from shoulders down to buttocks on to thighs. With each searing stroke,
the slave's cries had echoed from the compound walls. A memory never
forgotten by the incoming slaves.

I had Scott continue with the slaves' training and settled down under
the awning to watch. In the middle of the third compound, there is a set
of thirty or so tyres each with its gaping central eye looking skywards.
It is easy to suggest that it is simple to run over and through thirty
tyres, but to do it at ten second intervals after the preceding slave for
over two hours quite literally on the trot, will leave the slave gasping
for water at every thirty minutes in the Dahran heat. Water is quite
liberally given on the run, but the training does not stop and the
butt-plug works is stretching magic as legs themselves are stretched.

Because of the ungainly manner in, which the slaves have to run through
the tyres laid out on the sand, they have been compared with rabbits
running across a field in a jagged line and the procedure has been called
the `run rabbit' technique.

While I was there, the tyre runs brought one slave to his knees begging
his overseer Scott to allow him to stop. He had stumbled a number of
times going through the tyres as I looked on. Under the coating of Aloe
sunscreen, dust and rivulets of sweat running down his back, the lines
from the previous evening's flogging could be seen covering the entire
back of his body.

Scott took the slave by the arm speaking softly to him. I was not close
enough to hear what was being said, but the words had a calming effect. A
cup of water gratefully received and quickly drunk and the slave was at
the beginning of the run again, with Scott suggesting to him with
hand-gestures to slow down and get the rhythm of the run. When the slave
had completed it, Scott was there with a big grin on his face and with a
pat on the back to the slave, sending him back to the start yet again.

The slaves have no knowledge how long their training is going to take or
how many compounds are involved, other than they are progressing. While
some slaves are clearly not the sharpest pencils in the pack, most are
like ordinary people and quite intelligent and some are very intelligent.
I would say that on average, the prisoner-slaves coming from Europe were
clever, sly and crafty, rather than intelligent. Being in jail showed
that lack of intelligence. One can always suggest that jail is for the
little people; the great rogues of history change the laws and make their
crimes non-criminal.

All of the slaves are intelligent enough to form the conclusion sooner
of later that there is no way for them out of training hell than by
submitting to all the trainers' commands making the greatest effort they
are physically capable of and then some more.

End of chapter 17

To be continued...