Date: Tue, 20 Jan 2004 13:14:52 +0000
From: Gerry Taylor <gerrytaylor78@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Dahran Way - Chapter 5 - Gay - Authoritarian

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

Chapter 5    The importance of trust

                   Tommy Saunders

Putting it bluntly, the investigation reports coming in from the Buddy
Foundation in the Grand Cayman Island were getting out of hand. Josh
Green, my lawyer and fellow director there, was ordering the reports as
quickly as I was giving him the data on the so-called families of the
`missing persons' as I described the slaves originally to him and then
as `the families of the slaves' left behind when Josh was brought in as
a director of the Foundation.

I thought of Tommy Saunders to help me on my Buddy Foundation project of
helping the slaves' families left behind.

Tommy had been a Rhode Island cop, who was about to blow the whistle on
corruption in his department when he himself was ordered `lifted'.

Tommy was a man's man and when I discovered that he had taught at the
police academy -- even though it was only in police procedure and
form-filling -- he became my choice for English teacher with a group of
other slave teachers. He was an excellent choice and his pupils -- the
non-English speaking slaves -- loved him. There had not been a single
complaint about him in the previous sixteen months.

At the end of the year, I had made him a supervisor, but had not given
him yet his new duties. In fact, it was about five weeks into the New
Year before I had the time.

When Tommy presented himself to me in the study the day I finally called
him, he actually looked very well. He was one of the small band of
divorced slaves like Ivan Sorovich and Andy McTee and when he arrived at
the Palace he was an anal virgin. Niko and Rob had seen to the
elimination of that problem and subsequently he had yielded his body to
me, his Master, quickly, the first time and willingly on the various
other occasions I had bedded him.

The Buddy Foundation had helped his daughter --, who had been living with
his ex-wife and her new husband -- with a scholarship to University and
by the most recent accounts, the daughter was doing very well.

Now standing before me at `rest', he looked superbly fit. His gym and
swim programmes were clearly suiting his body, which now had clear muscle
definition and the minor amount of fat he had originally was now lost.

I went over to him and ran my hands over his firm body. He never moved a
muscle. If anything, his belly muscles became firmer and I could feel the
sinews in his arm tighten a little.

His pubes were trimmed right back to their base hairs and his cut-cock
had a nice firmness to its warmth even stiffening a little in the few
seconds I held it firm. His balls rested gently in the palm of my hand.

`Tommy, you are in beautiful condition. I have taken you to bed all too
infrequently.'

`Thanks, Boss.'

`Is Louis still your buddy?'

`Yes, Boss.'

`And is it still a little mutual playing?'

`We've been both trying a few of the new techniques, Boss. Trying to
get the hang of some of them. But what he knows I like most is when he
sucks my nipples. My nipples have become extra sensitive for some
reason.'

`Practice, Tommy, practice,' I said with a smile. `I'm glad you are
having regular sex. Any worries?'

`No, Boss, thank you. Just wondering what you want me to do, now that I
can put a shirt and pants on.'

`And why are you not wearing them this evening?'

`I want you to see me, Boss, as I am. Nothing hidden from you. Nothing
at all.'

`And wondering why I have not called you for the past five weeks?'

`Yes, Boss.'

`That is part of the reason, Tommy. I have literally been up to my eyes
with work and I want you to do a part of it. That is if you want to. You
can say `no' and you will still be my best teacher.'

He smiled at that.

`No, Tommy, I really mean that. You have a gift for teaching and you are
a man's man. The pupils trust you and look up to you. They believe in
you because you clearly believe in them.'

`They are usually a good bunch, Boss. All of them really want to learn
English.'

`So, then, Tommy. New project or not?'

`New project, please, Boss.'

Over the following hour and a half I filled Tommy Saunders in on the
Buddy Foundation. He listened without taking notes or making any
observations. I finally told him he would be operating out of one of the
overseer offices next to the medical staff.

`Now any questions, Tommy?'

He looked at me and at the end, took a deep breath and said: `Let me
see, Boss, if I have got this straight. You have spent about two million
already on various of the slaves' families, another five million on
Stan's endowment to that university and now you want to spend another
ten million a year. And you want me to help you spend it. Tell me if I
have missed anything.'

I looked at him and started to laugh, `Tommy, I knew you were a fast
learner, but I never realised just how fast. You have it in one. The
slaves' files, when not being in use, will stay in the walk-in safe here
with Ben Trant. The files you are using you can keep under lock and key
in the office. When we talk to the various slaves about what has been
done, we will try to do it together. Understood?'

`Yes, Boss.'

`And Tommy...'

`Yes, Boss?'

`Has anyone ever told you that you have great balls?'

He made a big grin and said, `Well actually, yes, Boss. Louis has said
that a couple of times.'

`Tommy, let's declare it a night and get to bed. I want to see just how
sensitive those nipples of yours really are.'

Tommy was not exaggerating. Both his nipples had become very sensitive to
touch, which I feathered with the tip of my tongue. But is it no
exaggeration to say that from the first second of touch, his back was
arching and his throat was emitting a constant `Aaagh' of purring
pleasure.

When I brought my teeth ever so gently in touch with his left nipple,
Tommy's hand gripped my shoulders so hard and his cry became so hoarse,
it was as if I had actually hurt him, when the reverse was true.

`Boss, oh Boss. Don't stop, oh Boss....'

His monologue of pleading and pleasure went on and on. When finally on
some impulse, I flicked my nails up against the now very firm nubs of his
nipples, he went into an arching overdrive, his back lifting all of a
foot off the bed.

`Oh God, oh Boss, Boss, Boss, I'm coming. I can't hold...I can't hold
it...Aagh.'

And Tommy Saunders shot load after load over his belly. When he had
regained his breath, he said, `Boss, I am so sorry. I came too soon. I
did nothing for you at all. But once you touched my nipples, I was
finished.'

`Nothing for me, Tommy. That was better than a three part opera. You
shot like the Fountains of Trevi once your tits were manipulated.'

I thought to myself, if only his ex-cop colleagues could see this guy
now, who had now discovered another side to his sexuality and how much he
enjoyed it.

`Get out of here, Tommy and the next time I see you, I want to see you
in your shirt and shorts dressed as the overseer you are. I know you
won't let me down. And when you go out, send Ben Trant in, I think
you'll find him waiting outside.'

`Boss, would you mind, if I made a full obeisance to you.'

`Not at all, Tommy.'

He went on his knees beside the bed and carefully took my penis in his
fingers, which had got a little hard at the mere thought of being kissed
my such beautiful lips as Tommy's.

Tommy Saunders brought his lips to my penis and kissed it in full
obeisance. Looking up at me from his kneeling position, he said, `Boss,
I am here to obey you at all times. You're a strange man, but if I could
love you more than I do, I would. You don't have to worry about this
project or about me at all. I'm your man for it.'

Tommy Saunders was my right hand man for a long time doing the legwork of
the Buddy Foundation for me at the Palaces. Over the years, I estimate
that he never spent less than ten million a year. In helping the families
left behind of those lifted, or in helping the family of the
prisoner-slaves, who thought their own relations was dead, his solutions
for helping were ingenious, thoughtful and kind.

In order to get the prisoners out of the EU, all `died' in custody from
a variety of causes and all were immediately cremated. When this
procedure was spread over literally all the jails of Europe, the deceit,
being small among the huge numbers of prisoners, went unnoticed and the
prisons got rid of their more notorious prisoners.

In the cases where the prisoner-slaves had no one at all left behind
them, Tommy always had a kids' playground created locally, as close as
possible to the last school, which the slave had attended and a video
made of kids playing in the new playground when it opened.

There were frequent requests from various of the slaves to be able to
come back at some stage and view `their' video again. Each year, a new
video would made of the updates to the play area, which would normally be
of minor cash amounts.

It was like a birthday anniversary when it happened and the slave would
sit side by side with Tommy Saunders or with myself as well whenever I
was free, silently enthralled at what had been done in his name and Tommy
would say `Until next year, then and more kids playing in your
playground.' Frequently, even that was too much emotionally for the
slaves where a bond of trust was built by Tommy's work on my and on
their behalf.

End of chapter 5. To be continued...