Date: Tue, 19 Aug 2003 22:17:36 +0100
From: Gerry Taylor <gerrytaylor78@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Reluctant Retrainer - Chapter 7 - Gay - Authoritarian

This is the 7th chapter of The Reluctant Retrainer -
part two of a
trilogy of novels of gay sex.

Keywords:
authority, control, slavery, punishment, re-training,
submission, loyalty

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The Reluctant Retrainer by Gerry Taylor

Chapter 7 -- The taming

Whenever possible I try to see the slaves each morning
before setting off for the Bank. That particular day was
no different. After my light breakfast on what promised
to be a scorcher of day, I walked over to the slaves'
quarters where by now they would have been up, shit,
pissed, showered, shaved their buddy wherever necessary
and be ready for an inspection by either myself or Aziz.
Yuriy would also normally tag along as my overseer of
stables, but it was the piercing look of Aziz which keep
all, even the rotating-on-loan Swedes, on edge and
sharp.

As I entered the quarters all 18 slaves - those of the
Palace - went into obeisance touching their heads to the
ground on one side in three lines of six and the Swedes,
who now had increased to ten on permanent rotation, to
another side in two lines of five. Could the Aloe Palace
now actually have twenty eight slaves in it, plus three
overseers of household, stables and training? It hardly
seemed possible in five months that so much in my life
could have changed, but so it was.

Aziz ordered `display' and all rose together and went
into `display' position. I normally liked to walk by
them, touching here, patting there, giving always a word
of encouragement that one looked well, that another's
musculature was improving, little things that would
improve moral and loyalty.

Even the Swedes were not immune to be told that their
tans and six-packs were improving. There seemed to be
some Swedish in-house competition to get the best set of
six-packs, if not eight-packs in one particular case.

Even Todd was there at full display. `Rest' I said and
all clasped their hands behind their backs and kept
their feet apart the standard two feet. I looked at the
four slaves Farouq al-Hamdi had sent for retraining .
They looked fine, but I said to Rolf who ran the gym
programme, `Rolf, I want to see results on these four,
in particular.'

`Yes, Master' was his reply. His accent always made it
sound like `Meister'.

On coming up to Todd, who was standing at prefect
`display', I seemed to sense something and said,

`So, Todd, you seem to be with us this morning. Whose
slave are you?'

There was a swallowing in his throat as he said `I am
the slave of Farouq al-Hamdi.'

`I don't think we all heard that, Todd. Say again,
this time loud and clear.'

`I am the slave of Farouq al-Hamdi' echoed round the
quarters.

Up close to his ear so no one else could hear, I
whispered, `I think you forgot the `Master' bit, Todd.'

A trickle of perspiration was running down the side of
his face, when he yelled `I am the slave of Farouq al-
Hamdi, Master.'

`I think Todd is saying this just to avoid being
punished. Would you not all agree?' I said this also in
Arabic.

There was silence.

`You see, Todd, silence consents as they say. You are
just trying to avoid being re-trained.'

I was about to taunt him a little more, when their was
a quiet `Master' from down the line. It was Mamoud. I
stood in front of the former layabout, who wanted to say
something in public to a Master for the first time in
his life, but was afraid to say anything. I lifted his
chin with my finger and said, `Well, Mamoud?'

`But he is broken, Master, I broke him last night and
he sucked my cock.'

I walked back up the line translating to English `But
he is broken, Master, I broke him last night and he
sucked my cock.'

If beetroot is red, Todd the American was a deeper
shade than beetroot, his face, his neck and the top of
his chest, which was heaving.

`So when, Todd, were you going to tell us all that you
liked it up the butt from a young bull of an Arab and
that you were a deep throat cocksucker?'

Although you are supposed to look straight ahead when
at `rest' everyone now was looking at Todd, whose throat
issued a strangled animal cry, and closing his eyes, his
knees gave out and he sank to the ground, half hunkered
on his heels, half bending forward. He was not crying
but his body was jerking just as if it was, with his
throat trying to control his erratic breathing.

`For pretending, Todd, that you are obedient when you
are not, that you are trained when you really are not,
for your punishment today you will be a cocksucker and
suck the cock of every single person in the Aloe Palace.
For every person whom you can't convince to let you suck
their cock, you will receive two strokes of the cane
this evening.'

Signalling to Raoul, I said, `He is your buddy. Make
sure he sucks every single cock in the Aloe Palace
today.'

`Yes, Master.'

I left. I had things to do elsewhere.

Being the end of September, it was a busier than usual
time at the Bank. Gustav Ahlson said he had some
business to attend to in the afternoon. I found out
later that it was the purchase of a young Swede who had
been `lifted' while on his honeymoon in Italy -- where
the press were listing it as a tragic accident,
`missing' after an apparent midnight swim -- but with the
usual Swedish efficiency any disappearance of a male
national put the Middle Eastern embassies on high alert.

Gustav had bought him for twenty nine thousand euro
and before the day was out had him in the safety but
lifetime imprisonment of his home -- though in time he
would spend two thirds of it at the Aloe Palace,
technically in my service.

That evening after dinner, I had Todd brought to me
with his buddy Raoul. Greg was in attendance as trainer.
It was only when they arrived that I saw that Mamoud and
Mehmed were hanging about outside trying to look
invisible. Whenever those two were actually sweeping up
non-existent sand, you could bet your bottom dollar that
something was up.

Todd was clearly distressed. He had sucked off only
nine cocks in the entire day. But eight of the other
slaves including those from the mine whom he had
actually raped at some stage The three overseers had not
let him suck theirs. He had pleaded with them to no
avail and promised them favours and his body while he
was in the Aloe Palace, but he could not increase his
total beyond nine. None of the Swedes had let him
either. Raoul confirmed the number and I told him to
leave us.

`Ok, Todd, spread yourself over the table. Eight by
two will make it sixteen strokes of the cane, plus two
for every one of the Swedes, taking it a grand total of
thirty eight. You really should have tried a lot harder
to suck cock today. As this is your first time, you can
choose whether you want them on your back, on your ass
or on your legs. I would not recommend that it be on
your legs if you intend working in the fields any time
this week.'

Todd looked out of this world. His breathing was
uncontrolled. His chest was heavy. His nostrils
inflating and deflating but he lay face down across the
table.

`Ok, Greg, do your job and train this slave to be
obedient.'

As Greg ran the cane down Todd's back taking its
measure and distance, Todd finally lost control of his
bladder and a stream of deep yellow piss hit the
swimming pool surround.

At that moment, Mamoud outside the swimming pool door,
dropped his brush, rushed in and spread himself over the
prone figure on the table.

`Master, no, Master. Beat me, not the American slave.
I am strong. He is not. His spirit is about gone. If he
loses it, it will not come back to him. Beat me twice as
much. Twice as hard!'

Todd had felt the body on top of him, but did not
understand. He heard the shouting and could not
understand the language.

I hunkered down in front of Todd and his bloodshot
eyes.

`Do you know what has happened, Todd. Your friends
from the mine have abandoned you. Your buddy Raoul has
walked away. So much for friends in time of need. And an
Arab slave with whom you shared a bed last night, for a
single night, is on top of you willing to take 38
strokes of a camel cane for you. For you, Todd, because
he thinks you can't take it. If he is not your friend,
Todd, I do not know who is.'

The pent-up anger, resentment, hatred, the repressed
feelings of sexuality, outrage and humiliation all
spilled over and with a cry of pure animal anguish Todd
the American broke with tears streaming down his face
and uncontrollable sobs of human pain.

Mamoud on top of this mass of crying and agonising
slavedom held on tight and held on until the crying had
subsided. Mehmed was at his side and that of Todd,
touching and stroking and consoling the loss of freedom
of body and spirit.

It was some ten minutes before Todd had subsided in
this cries to anything approaching normal, when I could
order the two, Mamoud and Mehmed to take him to their
quarters and just put him between them and let him sleep
it off, nothing more.

The following morning the two told me as I assigned
Todd to them as their work companion for the day that he
had slept like a baby all night though -- although a baby
with a hard-on in the early morning which they had
sucked off while he was still asleep. They were suck
skilled lovers that they could actually suck a man or
slave off without waking him.

That same morning Hal Thiecke, the dentist called
doing his quarterly check up of the slaves. He did not
need to be reminded. It has in his schedule and he was
giving me five days of his time. So I told him do the
needful on the mouths of the four from Farouq's mine. I
do believe in giving value for money and Farouq al-Hamdi
was going to get value for money from me in the
retraining of his slaves.

Todd Allen was his first patient. As the film-star
capping of the teeth -- as one slave called it - had
occurred in my own case as well, I knew that Todd would
be unconscious for all of one day and unable to eat or
do much the next while on pain-killers. I had Mamoud
taken off his regular duties in the cactus garden and
spend the time with Todd.

I quizzed Mamoud the morning after Todd's dental
treatment. He had woken in the middle of the night and
had to be given the standard two extra pain-killers and
Mamoud had sucked him off as soon as had fallen asleep
again.

In the showers for the first time Todd had offered to
jack Mamoud off, but with Mehmed there so it was not
necessary.

`What have you been assigned to do today?'

`Nothing yet, Master. What do you want done?'

`Take Todd back to the slave-quarters and spend the
day making love to him any way you wish, but don't use
his mouth or let him use his mouth. His mouth has to
heal after his dental treatment. Bring Mehmed with
you, and this evening I shall ask you just one
question.'

`And what will that be, Master?' Mamoud enquired
cautiously.

`- How many times did Todd shoot his seed today? - You
understand?'

Mamoud smiled from ear to ear.


That evening after dinner, I could see Mamoud and
Mehmed in the courtyard with Todd, so I beckoned them to
approach.

`Well, Todd, how is your mouth healing?'

He nodded and said with some difficulty, `Very well,
Master.'

`How was your training today?'

He looked confused.

`Training, Master? I was with Mamoud all day and with
Mehmed some of the day. We were not working or
training, Master', he said quietly, looking slightly
embarrassed.

`And do you think, Todd, that having two young healthy
slaves making love to you all day, is not part of your
training here at the Aloe Palace.'

I did not think that Mamoud had been able to keep up
with the pace of the conversation, so I said to him in
Arabic, `How many times did the slave Todd come today?'

Mamoud replied with a smile, `Five times for me,
Master, including in the shower his morning and three
times for Mehmed.'

`So, Todd, I head you came a total of eight times
today. When was the last time you came eight times in
one day?'

He shook his head, `Never, Master.'

`And you don't consider that training?'

`Training for what, Master? I don't understand.'

`Training for being a good and better slave, which at
times involves doing things, and at other times in
allowing things to be done to you, but at all times it
involves accepting what your Master wants of you --
accepting somewhere deep inside you, where you are alone
with yourself and with yourself alone, where no one
enters but your own thoughts. Do you know the place I am
talking of, Todd? '

Todd nodded.

`Is it possible that in that place you can now say
that you really and truly accept a Master?'

Todd Allen looked at me and slowly whispered `Yes,
Master.'

`Todd, I will take you at your word. No more
embarrassing treatment. No more punishment. No more
training other than the courtesies we observe here at
the Aloe Palace. For the remainder of your stay here
for the next three weeks or so, you will work with
Mamoud and Mehmed and do whatever they do in the
gardens. One of their jobs is particularly smelly, but
you'll find that out. And you go back to Raoul tonight
as your buddy.'

`Yes, Master. Master, can I ask something?' --
obviously knowing that slaves are not supposed to ask
questions.

`Yes.'

`Why this?' and he pointed to his newly capped teeth.

`Three reasons, Todd. One it pleases me to do it.
Two, I believe in giving value for money. Three, because
you are one handsome slave, and with those teeth, you
are doubly handsome. Is that enough reasons.'

`Yes, Master,' he said with a crooked half smile.

`And one question for you. Why are you limping? I
saw you limping as you walked across the courtyard.'

`I have something on the sole of my foot, Master.'

`Let me see it' -- I was half guessing already what it
was.

Todd bent his right leg over his left knee and as I
suspected a rather large and ugly double verucca was
towards the top of the sole near the ball of his foot.

`Mamoud, bring Todd to the doctor in the morning to
get rid of that.'

`Yes, Master.'

`The doctor, Todd, will laser off that verucca for
you in five minutes. Like your mouth it will be sore
for some days, but after that you will be able to run a
four minute mile.'

Again, Todd looked confused, but murmured a `Thank
you, Master.'

For the remainder of his training-stay at the Aloe
Palace. Todd Allen gave no trouble whatsoever. If
anything, he seem a little more subdued, as if having
come to terms with something within himself.

The acid-test would be how he formally submitted to
Farouq al-Hamdi, his Master, when that time came.

To be continued..