Date: Wed, 30 Jul 2003 23:05:22 +0100
From: Gerry Taylor <gerrytaylor78@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Changed Life - Chapter 10 - Gay - Authoritarian

This is the 10th chapter of Part One of a trilogy of
novels of gay sex.

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

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The Changed Life by Gerry Taylor

Chapter 10 - Further examinations

`Rolf', I said loudly, indicating the next slave to come
forward.

`Display'.

The Swiss German slave ran forward immediately and went
into the ordered position. Once his SIN number was noted
down, I went through the same procedure. I opened his
mouth by just putting a finger on his chin. My left hand
could feel his heart pounding but not at the same rate
as the previous slave. I pulled down his lip a little
and let my finger run over his teeth. Again, it was a
moment of trust, when he could have bitten and done me
damage. I touched him all over.

He was very sensitive just below his navel. His belly
button being almost flat up against his stomach. His
pits were also very ticklish and his firm nipples were
extra sensitive. I did not make him any more nervous by
playing with them. When I touched and held his cock, he
seemed to rise up on his toes. I was not pulling him up.
So going very close to his face, I just blew my breath
out on his nose and mouth. His heart immediately calmed
down and he came back down off his toes. He required no
medical attention, or should I say more properly, when
talking of slaves, no veterinary attention.

I pointed to the wooden table and without the slightest
hesitation he went over to it, got up on it and took up
the exact same position which Radek had been told to
assume. I noticed that his legs being so splayed were
trembling every so slightly.

I first of all place my left hand in his upturned hands
and he grasped it firmly. His hand was slightly moist
with perspiration from the fear of the personally non-
experienced event which he had seen done to Radek.
Something akin to getting on a roller coaster for the
first time. Elated, afraid, anxious, but keen to go
nevertheless.

I ran my right hand up and down the back of his thighs a
couple of times, touched his ball sack tight up against
his body, and circled his anus a couple of times to make
sure that he had lubed himself well. He appeared be well
lubed, so I slipped in the middle finger of my right
hand. It was grasped in a muscular vice. I pulled it out
gently. I asked for more KY and a slave brought it over.
I held out my index and middle fingers and let the slave
put a very liberal amount on both, showed them to the
slave on the table, then I slipped my index and middle
finger in again. The extra KY gave the muscles of the
sphincter nothing to grip on.

Rolf hands in the middle of his back were holding on to
my left hand for dear life. I withdrew and inserted my
fingers half a dozen time each time as gently as I knew
how, and as I do consider myself an expert on this one
area, I did know how. On the seventh insertion, I went
to explore the softness of his inside anal passage. It
was perfectly smooth.

His prostate was straight in and was the size and
hardness of a hazelnut. He gasped out loud which every
one in the building must have heard. His hands continued
to hold on to mine. I went again over the hazelnut of
joy so carefully concealed at the end of his anal
passage, and massaging it firmly, I could feel his
entire young body tense up, shuddering and quivering at
the sexual pleasure building up inside him. I was only
working it now with one finger, but one finger was
enough.

A single vowel cry started at the back of Rolf's throat
somewhere. His sphincter muscles were helpless trying to
get a hold on my very lubed finger. Just four times more
my finger kneaded his prostate, when the ejaculation
started. It spewed out of him in seven or eight pools of
semen underneath him. They were so large that they
joined up to form a pool the size of an ordinary saucer.
Suddenly, his prostate was soft and tender. I withdrew
my single finger and smacked him on the butt to get down
off the table, with a `Down'.

The two little ceremonies remained. I offered him my
fingers and without hesitation he licked it clean in his
mouth. I put it in the large pool of cum on the table,
brought it to my lips and tasted it. It was sweet-salty.
I pointed then to the pool of cum. Rolf hesitated ever
so slightly. He was about to each his own cum in front
of so many, but his dipped his head onto the table and
lapped it up. It took him over a minute and a half to
get it entirely clean. He then went back to his original
position among the slaves.

To the note-taker, I said, `Prostate: straight ahead
Semen: sweet-salty.

Although the next file I had read was that of Flavio
Pinelli, I did not feel secure enough of him to have him
examined next.

So I skipped on to the Moldavian, whom I called out by
name and then order to `Display'. When his SIN number
was noted and the two moles in his right oxter written
down for removal, I ran my hands over his scalp and
discovered two small sebaceous cysts which very to be
removed.

My hand went down his belly and he tensed a little.
`Dumi, shusssh'. It was understood as easily in
Moldavian as it was in English. My hand tried to
encircle his cock which was so thick that my fingers
would not meet no matter how hard I tried. His cock
though cut, was now leaking a little pre-cum at the piss
slit. I brought the moistened tip of my finger up, and
slipped it into his mouth before he could think about
it. In his eyes, there was little defiance only
resignation.

I had him up on the table in no time. He had seen what
the other two had done and positioned himself. Being
slightly smaller his legs splay perhaps two and a half
feet. His thick cock was almost like a third leg, it was
so big. He was well lubricated, and soon was taking my
two fingers in his tightness, which very visibly relaxed
after about the fifth or sixth insertion. I found his
prostate slightly to the right of his anal passage and
as the file had said it was rough and walnut sized,
which in fact would have been a good and accurate
description. While the others had smooth prostates, his
had all the ridges of a walnut.

I stroked his male g-stop walnut firmly and touching it
a third time, and extra ordinary thing happened. The
tightness of his anus disappeared completely, he shouted
something unintelligible and two thick creamy shots of
semen landed on the table. His walnut had totally
deflated. The hand which had gripped mine relaxed and
without being ordered, he hopped down off the table and
put his hands behind his back. I gave him my fingers to
clean in his mouth and he did it without hesitation.

I tasted his semen which was thick and very creamy.
There was a taste of actual nuts off it. I said
`Prostate: down and right. Semen: nuts'. Wiping my
fingers in the towel, I merely looked Dumi in the eyes
and then looked at his pool of semen on the table. He
immediately licked it up and I dabbed his lips dry. He
actually trotted back the couple of paces to his place
among the other slaves.

`Vitali,' I said in a loud voice and the Russian came
out running from the back of the other slaves where he
had been partly hidden. He was in full erection, some
twenty or so centimetres, all of eight long inches and
slightly more. He was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum
and there was a strand of it right down to his knees,
like a little rope from the branch of a tree.

Having got his SIN number, I asked Gus if it were
possible to have the black wavy line tattoo removed. I
had heard that some tattoos could be now removed by
laser. Gus said he would check for that particular type
of tattoo saying that it had something to do with the
ink used.

He looked a little thin for his weight and I asked Gus'
opinion again. He said that it was a little to early to
say, that most likely he was naturally thin, if so, we
musculature would be well defined, but if over time he
was bulked up, he would have to be given a lot of work
out exercises to do.

When I examined his penis, his eyes never wavered from
mine. He did not flinch when I touched his balls, but
the body reaction was there in his cock, which went from
horizontal to the floor to perpendicular flat up against
his body. It was an extraordinary sight to see such a
long penis flat up against the belly of the slave. I had
him lick his own cum from my fingers which he did
readily, clearly knowing his own cum's taste already.

When it was time to get up on the table, his heart
started to beat faster. I thought for a moment that he
was going to make a run for it. He said, `Master,
Master', obviously wanting to say more but without the
words could not. He got up on the table, and his
positioning of himself was the most deliberate and
slowest.

As I laid my hand on his in the centre of his back, he
again said, `Master,' from out under his head touching
the wood of the centre of the table. He was clearly
frightened but resigned to his fate. Although he was
lubed up, I again asked the slave with the KY to put
more on my two waiting fingers. I let Vitali feel the
wetness of my finger tip on the entrance of his anus.
There was no yielding in its puckered centre. Pressing
my finger down towards the ground rather than pushing it
in against the muscle, I slipped it into the Russian.
His hands held mine in nothing short of a vice.

My finger went in literally two inches and ran slap bang
into his prostate which was rock hard. He yelled
something in Russian. One of the slaves who were of Slav
stock understood him and smiled broadly. He bucked each
time, I touched his prostate, whether lightly or firmly.
On the fifth or so touch, his cock started spurting up
along his own body, as it was parallel to the table and
flat up against his own belly. It was all over in ten
seconds.

I slapped his butt with my hand and said, `Down'. There
was hardly a drop of cum on the table, but Vitali's
entire chest and belly was plastered with his seed. From
his belly I took some and tasted it and found it almost
sugar sweet.

I said to the slave note taker, `Prostate: two inches
directly in. Semen: very sweet'.

I looked at Vitali and at the table and could not but
help laugh aloud. I handed him the towel and he wiped
himself clean and going over to the table looked down to
see where the stop of remaining cum were and licked them
up. I asked for another towel, and a slave went running
for it.

As Vitali, returned to his former place, I said, `Bob'.
He was the guy who was infertile, though I doubted that
he himself knew it. We did everything that the others
had done. He seemed very uncomfortable throughout the
whole procedure, but for a clear alpha-male that was not
unusual. At one point, I thought he was going to cry,
but he did not, and I was glad of that for his sake.

When I reported to the note taker, `Prostate: right
down. Semen: alkaline'.

I wondered if the infertility had anything to do with
the taste. His load had been long and in many spurts. It
took him well over a minute to complete the clean up
job.

The last slave was Flavio Pinelli, the Italian. I had
jumped over him deliberately earlier on because I had
felt that he was going to be difficult. He came forward
eyes blazing. I said `Display' and he did. His heart was
the clearest `thud, thud' against my hand that I had
felt. He radiated defiance. Although erect when coming
forward, from what I had presumed was the excitement of
seeing naked men being examined, I noticed that he began
to detumesce almost immediately when in front of
everyone. His cock was all of eight inches long and very
very thick, its glans peeping out from a long foreskin,
was a deep purple.

When it came for him to get up on the table, and shouted
`Non' and something in Italian to the effect that he was
not an animal. That much I understood.

Gus motioned to a slave who brought him over quickly
something like a long police baton but in what appeared
to be stainless steel. He was about to move forward when
Dumi, the Moldavian, said `Master, Master'. It made us
all look round at him momentarily. His hands were at his
side, and with them he motioned to the other four slaves
to come forward towards Flavio. Each understood and took
an arm or a leg and physically hoisted Flavio onto the
table. Two of the other slaves had taken up the loops to
tie him up whatever was the normal way, but Dumi who
seemed to be in charge of the new slaves, put up a hand
and they backed away.

Two slaves put a hand on each of Flavio's shoulders,
another two spread his legs wide. The first two held his
hands in place on his back. And then Dumi stood back for
me to resume the inspection. If Flavio was frightened it
could be of a number of things, I could not place my
finger quite on what. Then something occurred to me. I
called over the slave with the KY and had him put what
remained in the tube over my entire right hand.

Two fingers entered the Italian slave easily, then
three, then four though a little tight. Adjusting my
fingers to form as small a cone as possible, it pushed
against the lubricated anus, and my entire hand slipped
in, as it passed and touched Flavio's prostate he gave a
small cry and shot a single load on the table. I eased
my hand out and wiped it on the towel.

I was not quite ready to trust my fingers in Flavio's
mouth just yet, let alone a hand. The four new slaves
released their hold on Flavio and helped him down off
the table. There were silent tears running down his
cheeks. His secret which had filled him with hatred and
anger was now known. He had been previously fist-fucked
and fist-fucked long and hard at that.

I went over to him and wiped the tears off his face. I
put my hand on his heaving chest and waited until he had
calmed a bit. Then he surprised me by taking my hand and
bringing slowly my fingers to his lips cleaned the
already cleaned fingers with his tongue. Looking down
over the table, he led me across to it, dipped my finger
in his sperm and brought it to my lips. It tasted of
cheese of all things. He then went over and licked up
every last remaining droplet of his own seed. Walked
back to the new slaves, and took up the display
position. The other five who had been at `rest' went to
`display'.

I said to the note taker, `Prostate: centre. Semen:
cheese'

Gus Jennings looked less sure of his comments about my
not being able to handle slaves, and he handed the
truncheon thing back to a slave. He came over and I told
him to keep track of all expenses incurred on the new
slaves as I did not want Tariq paying any more than he
had. I asked him about the services of a dentist for
something I had in mind, and he said dental treatment
was usually handed by the vet.

`No,' I said, `is there a dentist, for instance, that
you go to?'

He said that he knew of one and would have him contact
me.

I said that I needed to go over to the Aloe Palace to
see it and asked could he organise a car. It was the
beginning of the Dahran weekend and I did not know if
there would be one available. I should have known
better.

He enquired, `Any particular type or model?' and walking
into the next building there were twenty or so luxury
cars in the largest private garage that I had every
seen, to say nothing of Jeeps, Range Rovers and sand
buggies. I chose a Lincoln as it was the nearest.

I walked out of the building into the sunshine, knowing
that I had put my mark not just on the bodies of my new
slaves by exploring their every orifice and getting
their prostates to function, but also by means of my
very first mental contact with them, on their very souls
by letting them know their bodies were now mine, and I
their Master.

To be continued...