Date: Tue, 05 Aug 2003 12:55:53 +0100
From: Gerry Taylor <gerrytaylor78@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Changed Life - Chapter 16 - Gay - Authoritarian

This is the 16th 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 16 - The arrival of the slaves

I was glad that Aziz was the head of the household. He
was not fazed for long by anything which was demanded of
him or of the household.

The only problem was Cook who was not happy at being for
far from the capital. All purchases had to be carefully
made, because if he forgot something, the nearest shop,
store or supermarket was a hour's drive away. Also, he
was very conscious of the fact that only he and the
driver were servants, the remainder being slaves. And he
like to keep his appointment in the Italian embassy
every Saturday evening for his religious observances.

While the slaves did not require food, only their daily
morning and evening allowance of their special diet,
Cook was helped by Yuriy who would drop by the kitchen,
sit cross legged on the floor and clean and scrape and
peel any vegetables given to him to do. I told Cook that
it would be only for some weeks and so it was.

Food and Drink had arrived with two other slaves, whom I
named Court and Yard, as they were to keep the surrounds
of the Palace clean. When that was done, I explained how
they were to hoe a section of the vegetable garden with
an type of local adze which was very effective. They
seemed to be, on the face of it, willing workers, at
least while I was around, so I usually had Aziz leave
them to their own devices and little by little, some
days very little by very little, the section of the
vegetable garden was cleared and dug and prepared for a
crop. Aziz however was of the opinion that they were
layabouts and always referred to them as such.

One weekend morning, the slaves worked everyday without
break, I saw Aziz have them bend over and he
administered five of the best to each of them across
their buttocks. They flinched, they shouted, and within
minutes were using their adzes as if their very lives
were in jeopardy.

Aziz saw me and came over.

`Master?'

`Problem?'

`No, Master, they had done nothing in an hour. I was
watching them. I have just put some gasoline in their
tanks, I think.'

The adzes flashing in the air seemed to confirm his Arab
way of thinking.

We were walking towards the servants quarters where he
had an office adjoining his quarters, even though he
himself was my slave, when he said that the ownership
papers had arrived on the two slaves which I had
purchased and needed attention. It was his polite way of
saying I had to pay for them. I told him to get the
papers ready and that I would be with him presently.

I got my cheque book from the Palace and walked back to
his quarters. He seemed uneasy. When I enquired why, he
replied I was the first Master to be in his office.

I looked at the first file which was that of the Kurd.
He was only 18 years old and had been sold by his
family, or rather by his step-father who had married his
mother and wanted both money and him out of the way. His
lifting had cost 2,000 euro, and his price in the
auction room was 8,000 euro. Rashid had sold him to me
at the same price. Some of the comments on the file on
the work he had done at Rashid's Palace indicated a very
low opinion of him, useless for a sex toy and useless on
the farm as he was so lazy. His name was Ali Tasani.

His sex boxes said, `Fertile: Yes', `Flaccid: 8',
`Erect: 15', `Circ: 11'.

A rather puny specimen of slavehood at 65 kgs.

The second file was far more interesting. This slave had
been lifted by mistake. The lifters were supposed to
take the American with whom he was travelling in
Morocco. They apparently were rather similar in build,
and in the proverbial dark alley, they had mistaken one
for the other, knocked out the American, and `lifted' an
English man, who within an hour was on a ship which
sailed on the day's second tide out of Rabat.

His name was Greg Logan, 27 years old and he was a
painter and decorator by trade, though had served four
years in the Royal Navy and then two years in the Navy's
Commandos.

He was 6 foot 3 and 90 kgs in weight, or at least had
been before his ordeal, uncut, anally virgin, SIN
473184, a heart shaped tattoo on his right arm with an
arrow through it, and two small moles on his back.

His sex boxes said, `Fertile: infertile' (this was
circled) -- interesting I thought, `Flaccid: 8', `Erect:
15', `Circ: 19'.

His file from the head of household at Rashid's Palace
showed phrases of quiet desperation in the writer. The
slave was rebellious to the utmost degree. He had been
flogged twice. He had been starved. He had been left
hanging by his thumbs and big toes for two days. He had
fought and kicked at every opportunity, and finally had
spit one day at Rashid himself when Rashid was
inspecting something or other. The spit fortunately had
not hit Rashid otherwise the slave would have been
killed there and then, but the penalty was what I had
seen, death by thirst in sight of water.

The file also said the Master had been reserving a
particular pleasure for himself of breaking him in
anally.

His lifting had cost four thousand euro and his purchase
price in the slave market was twenty two thousand euro,
the same price for which Rashid was now selling him to
me. I wrote a cheque for 36,000 euro and gave it to Aziz
for sending to Rashid al-Akhri.

I told Aziz that apart from these two new slaves, I was
expecting six others. He appeared very pleased, saying,
`The Palace needs a lot of work if the Master is to be
well and truly pleased and pleasured at all times.'

I explained that one slave would work in the kitchen
instead of Cook who would return to the capital. He
nodded. I also said that two of the new slaves would be
personal slaves to me, but that the other three apart
from light duties I might require of them, would assist
in the fields surrounding the Palace and in the gardens,
where I had certain plans.

`It is a great thing to see the Aloe Palace being used
once again', he commented.

I gave very specific instructions on the hygiene of the
slaves and told him how I wanted the slaves' body hair
cut and some tattoos removed, one on the young Kurd, one
on Ross which was a dragon's tail on his left buttock,
two moles on Yuriy left thigh which were his only
blemish, that moles and tattoo on the two most recent
arrivals. He said it would be arranged and was very
pleased to see that order would be brought on the
slaves, whom I suspected he thought were having it a bit
too easy at present.

I said I would go to inspect Ali the Kurd, and the other
slave Greg to see if he had survived the night.

Aziz informed that he had survived, he himself being
happily surprised to see an extra two new faces in the
stables when he went to get the slaves up.

Jiri and Ali were working in the swimming pool area,
Jiri on his hands and knees cleaning the pool, showing a
nice crack in his firm arse and Ali, sweeping up dust
and sand a bit too casually.

They both went on their knees in obeisance when I
arrived. I told Jiri to continue on cleaning whatever he
was doing. Ali got up when I ordered him. His back
showed some beatings, the disks on his spine appearing
clearly thought his dusky skin. He went into `display'
position immediately.

I looked first and foremost into his eyes. They did not
wish to make contact with him, and contained only fear.
There was no hatred, no resentment, no resignation, only
fear.

Aziz was standing beside me, and I took the cane which
he had in his hand and with which he had `put gasoline
in the tanks' of the two layabouts doing the gardening.

Ali's eyes were now totally wide with fear. There was so
much white, his irises had grown small and the brown
colouring of the pupils were in stark relief. I told
Aziz to leave us which he did and I continued my
inspection of Ali.

His chest though stuck out was the underdeveloped chest
of a teenager. His pits had a bush of dark axiliar hair
each. I tugged at it until he was standing on tippy toe
and, if his eyes could have gone whiter, they would
have. His hands were behind his head, so reaching behind
him, I put the cane in his hands. If before he was
fearful, now he was now totally confused.

I examined his soft nipples, but did not squeeze them
too hard. His teeth were excellent, and did not appear
to have a filling. I wondered if he had every seen a
dentist in his life apart from whatever inspection at
the auction rooms.

A treasure trail of totally black hair went from an inch
below his navel down to his pubic hair which was
childishly soft, but very thick. His balls and ball-sack
were those of a teenager and his cock was a mere three
inches long. He was a puny specimen of slavehood. His
legs where good and strong. The slave bracelet in silver
coloured titanium was in contrast to his dark copper skin.

I went behind him and ran my hand over his arms at the
back of his neck, clutching as they were the punishment
cane. There were welts on his back from multiple
beatings. The dossier on him had not told the whole
story. A small trickle of hair over the crack in his
ass. I bent him forward and tapped his ankles with my
foot until they were three feet apart, a bit too much
for a person of his height which the file had said was 5
foot 9 inches.

Licking my middle finger, I was about to put it into his
anal passage when I noticed that Jiri was looking
surreptitiously over at us with a huge perpendicular
erection showing between his legs. I realised that I had
not actually read his dossier other than what I
remembered from the slave auction room. I motioned him
over and told him to `rest' as I continued my
examination. His cock was leaking pre-cum so I took some
of it on my middle finger, and keeping my eyes on his,
sought out Ali's hole.

Jiri's cock jumped as if I had touched him and not Ali.
He was feeling empathetically the touch of my finger on
the other slave's hole. I pressed down on the bottom
part of the anus's entrance so as not to create pressure
on the sphincter muscle itself, and slid my finger in.
Ali's anus was already lubricated and he was clearly no
anal virgin. Jiri had lubricated him liberally either
last night or this morning when showering Ali.

I was still looking into Jiri's eyes, whose cock was now
moving with a mind of its own, when my finger touched
Ali's g-spot. His prostate gland was a small hard nut.
Had I not had my left hand on his back, he certainly
would have left the ground. Three, four, five passes in
and out and over, and Ali was gasping and groaning and
now trying to gyrate his anus against my finger so that
it would touch his prostate. His small penis started to
grow and erected to around fifteen centimetres and a
nice eleven centimetres of thickness.

I withdrew my finger and lubricating three of my fingers
with Jiri's own pre-cum now forming a thick transparent
rope from the piss slit of his urethra, I slipped them
in again. Ali was very happy with the new insertions and
worked his ass against my fingers contentedly. I had an
idea and withdrew my fingers.

Getting Jiri to kneel down, I brought his face us to
Ali's hole, and told him to lick. He seemed horrified,
yet fascinated by the thought of it. He hesitated. I
took the cane from Ali's clenched hands. That was
enough. Jiri started to lick with the flat of his tongue
up and down over Ali's hole. It must have a first for
both of them, because Ali gave a shout which was almost
a roar and shot a load of cum which hit the marble
surround of the swimming pool with a splat. This was
followed by a second and a third load. It tasted like
nutmeg.

I stood Ali up and brought him behind Jiri whom I had
bending over. Ali too seemed to hesitate but only for an
instant and he tongued away as if he had done it for
years.

Jiri's cock which had doubled in length to over 7 inches
was very thin in its girth, about 4 inches or so. He was
oozing pre-cum. At 5 feet 5, he was the smallest of all
my slaves and at 64 or so kgs was the lightest in weight.
Being Czech, he was uncut and he was most definitely an
anal virgin the way his puckered hole was clenched
tight.

However, Ali seemed to know instinctively all the places
to lick and probe and touch, because within a minute,
Jiri groaned and came and came and came. It was a
morning with a learning curve for two slaves. I then let
them resume their duties.

Just after midday, Gus Jennings arrived in a light blue
Transit van from which he unloaded the six new slaves.
When I came out to inspect them, Aziz having informed me
of their arrival, in synchronisation, they knelt made
obeisance. When I said `up', they went into `display'
position.

I was enthralled with them. Bob, the Canadian, had shed
some fat from his 90 kilos only to replace it with
emerging pecs and a six pack to be proud of. I slightly
touched his nipple and they stood out immediately. The
side of his lips pursed in a smile at the quickness of
his body's reaction and I smacked his tight butt to his
great pleasure.

Dumi, the Moldavian, was a picture of fitness. His cock
was perpendicular to his smaller body. Whereas before he
had appeared squat because of his size, now he was in
proportion. When I ran a hand over his buttock he
trembled in the pleasure of my approval.

Flavio, the Italian, stood there in resplendent beauty.
Puppy fat had disappeared, his definition was superb. I
took his long thick cock in my hand and said
`Bellissimo'. His chest swelled even more. I looked in
his eyes directly and could see no longer a hatred
smouldering there. There was another look which I could
not place. And then it clicked, the look of being wanted
and appreciated by someone else. By whom, I wondered.

Radek the Czech's boner was all of 7 inches
perpendicular to his trimmed pubic hair. His colour was
the best of all, in that being so fair, he had tanned
magnificent and I told him so.

Rolf, the Swiss slave, stood very well at 6 feet. He
seemed to have an extra confidence about him. His balls
hung beautifully up against his body. He had a half
smile on his lips and it went even a little more when I
smacked his bottom with the palm of my hand.

The last of the six slaves, Vitali, the Russian, was
perhaps the most outstanding as he stood at `display'
his cock was flat up against his belly in full and total
erection. His blond fair colouring had darkened and now
showed no tan line or broken white. In fact, none of the
six did. I touched his balls and he shuddered, but
looked very pleased.

I turned to Gus and congratulated him on the splendid
development of his charges. He said you have not seen
the two best things about them yet. Turning to the new
slaves, he simply said, `Smile' and six genuine smiles
flashed from between up to now close lips. Each had a
perfect set of capped and even teeth. I just had to walk
back and see each again.

Rolf, the Swiss German's teeth were magnificent. He was
the one who had the fear and dread of dentists. I had
him open his mouth wide. There were no visible fillings.
The grey amalgams had disappeared. `Kes Problem mit dem
Zahnartz, Rolf?', I asked to him in Schweitzerdeutsch.
He positively beamed, stuck out his chest some more and
said `Kes Problem, Meister.' He had had no problem this
time with the dentist.

I was so pleased in fact that I had my own teeth done
precisely the same the following week, when Hal was
free, catheter insertion an all.

My surprise with the new arrivals was not over, because
Gus ordered `Turn', `Bend', `Spread' and the six slaves
turned, bent over, spread their legs a full three feet
apart. Their anal passages were on full display.

`Clench', `relax', `clench', `relax', and six sets of
sphincter muscles were put through their paces for over
a minute.

`Does the Master wish to inspect his slaves?' The Master
did.

In each anus, my finger was gripped and released ten
times in ten seconds with amazing tight muscle control.
Even Flavio managed a creditworthy tightness.

I told Aziz to see them to their quarters and then to
come to see me. Gus had their documentation with them. I
have him two cheques one for the balance due to Dr.
Thiecke, the dentist, who would be visiting the Palace
in the following days and a smaller cheque to cover the
expenses which Gus had incurred in the training.

Each dossier had a complete rundown on what had been
done and when and how the training had gone on. I gave
Gus the black onyx fly swish I had bought for him and he
was genuinely pleased to receive it.

He said, `I think you have something special in these
slaves, Master, and they certainly have someone special
in you.'

I felt it had been a most successful day. Aziz arrived
and with Gus we went over a careful schedule of what
needed to be done at the Aloe Palace and how the new
slaves in particular were to be kept in tip top shape
for my pleasure.

I also wanted them to train the other slaves in various
things and various techniques. I asked Gus which of the
new slaves would be good at training others and he said
he would let me know once he had thought about it a
while.

Later that evening, when the plans and paper work was
complete, I walked over to the slaves quarters before
they had settled down for the night. The first of my
slaves had been living in various single cells. I said
that from now on they would be living in the communal
cells until I decided otherwise.

Now the communal cells could take twelve slaves each and
their feature was six wooden beds with a straw mattress
pallet which each could sleep two slaves. I stated that
each slave for the moment would be paired with another
and they would be `buddies' until the following month.

The rules would be
That Aziz would instruct them
That what one did the other did.
That where one worked the other worked.
That what one knew the other would learn.
That one would wash and clean and shave the other but
not himself.
That each morning the each buddy would milk his buddy.
That each buddy would cut the hair of his buddy.

Also, that while they could play with each other
sexually, their anus was the property of the Master and
of the Master alone.

It took a little while for this to be explained in both
English and Arabic to the slaves. There was some
whispering throughout as it went into other languages
for those who had difficulty. I also said that Food and
Drink and the other two layabouts, Court and Yard, would
be returning to Tariq's Palace.

This produced a wail from both Food and Drink which was
taken up by the other two. Food and Drink literally
scrambled down on the floor and begged to remain, Food
even going too far in putting my foot on the back of his
head, which is the sign of total submissiveness to your
true Master, not to any Master. I said they were not my
property, and Drink went up to my foot and put it also
on the back of his head as soon as Food had relinquished
it. The two layabouts, where on their knees and merely
saying, `Master' over and over again.

I actually shouted `Enough' and there was deadly
silence.

Gus Jennings actually looked at me and said, `You're not
thinking of taking any of these are you? Although I know,
things have run more smoothly for Ahmed in
the household with these two out of the way,' he said
indicated Food and Drink with his foot. `As for the
other two, they never did an honest day's work for me
and they have never been important enough to really take
in hand.'

I looked at Aziz who said, `The Master is going to have
to have at least 16 slaves here for everything to work
to the Master's pleasure. I am not sure about at all
about the two layabouts -- and he flicked his cane over
one of their backs -- but I suppose they could really --
and he stressed `really' -- be taken in hand.'

This caused the two layabouts to give a wail.

`As for those two, he said, indicating Food and Drink, `they
might have some use in the house,' to which Food and
Drink chimed in `Yes, Master. Yes, Master.'

Some slave Masters forbid their slaves talk at all, I am
not of that persuasion yet and I find it helps me decide
who are really willing at times, and who are not.

Turning to Gus, I said, `Speak with your Master, and see
what he says. If wants them back, they go back. If he
wishes to sell, he names his own price and I will not
dispute it.'

This caused Food and Drink to jump and move around on
their knees with joy, and even the two layabouts looked
happy. I was wondering why they, in particular, wanted
to stay, and asked them directly, `Why do you wish to
stay here?'

`Because the Master's overseer beat us only once today,'
was the simple reply. I would have to find a way to
change that philosophy, if they were to stay on.

Turning back to the business in hand, I said `So. Who is
pairing with whom?'

Before I could hardly finish, Jiri rushed forward
pulling Ali with him. I nodded to Aziz who made a note.
Ross nodded to Vitali and they stepped forward. Yuriy
and Radek's eyes locked and they came forward together.
Rolf was blushing furiously when Dumi offered him his hand
and they came forward. Flavio and Bob were the last to
come up. There was no one left, so they were together by
being the last. Greg, Rashid's former slave, had not
been included as he was still too ill.

I stated a regime of personal hygiene was to be kept, a
strict diet was being observed, all would have duties to
do, two hours hard gym work when the sun got too hot for
work out, and two hours of learning that would have in
the early after noon, followed by more gym or swimming
and then bed every night an hour after sundown. I also
said that they would have the freedom wander the grounds
by day, and that, at night, they would not be locked in.
They were not to enter the Palace unless ordered to do
so.

Food and Drink were put together in what was essentially
and individual cell, and the two layabouts, Court and
Yard, in another as they were not, yet at least, my
stock.

I then went to see Greg, who had been placed in one of
the hospital cells as Aziz called them. He was actually
awake but hardly able to move. He was still lying on the
blanket on which we had hauled him in from the
limousine. The margarine had long melted but its effects
had done good. The skin looked less as if were trying to
hold his body together. But in various places, there
were second degree burns and flesh was clearly showing.
He had been drinking water all day in small amounts,
some with salt to replace what was lost, some just plain
water.

On seeing me come in the cane in my hand, which I had
not got rid of, for some unconscious reason, he bristled
and tried to rise from the wooden pallet and off the
blanket. I looked him in the eyes, and while there was
resistance there, and a certain amount of rebellion,
there was also a questioning, of wanting to ask but not
being sure whether that would make him seem weak instead of
the strong façade he was trying to show.

`I am your new Master,' I said, `I have purchased you
from Rashid al-Akhri with another slave.'

`I am not yours. I am not a slave,' was the reply.

`Have you any questions you wish to ask me? It is the
only occasion you will have to ask them, sure that I
will answer truthfully?'

`Where am I? In which, country?'

That surprised me. After at least four months here, he
still did not know which country he was in.

`You are in Dahra.'

`You are English?'

`Yes.'

`How can you be English and own slaves?

`You can be both. And I am. And it is a long story?'

`Why did you buy me? If that is what you are saying?'

`Let's say you were just hanging about. And you had
really pissed someone off who was going to do you a lot
lot of damage, very slowly, as a warning to others, and
for his own personal sadistic enjoyment. Also, I thought
that you would prefer giving your ass to me voluntarily
than to your previous Master.'

He did not rise to the barbed bait, but merely said `Can
I go to the toilet? I need to piss, but I don't think I
can move.'

`Yuriy, Ross,' I shouted. The two came running. `These
two saved your life last night and nursed your through
the night.'

Turning to the two, I said, `Help him piss and shit, and
then try and give him a shower without harming the raw
skin.'

`Master, if we just sat him in the shower and let the
water run over him, that way we would not have to touch
his skin too much?' Ross said.

The patient looked at Ross, for having address me as
`Master', but did not say anything other than groan as
he was lifted from the blanket and walked into the
slaves' showers, pissing and shitting area.

Half an hour later, having digitally inspected Jiri's
soft central prostate on his own pallet to my complete
satisfaction and to his complete exhaustion, proven by
four sizeable lines of cum - which tasted of sugar - on
the floor which he had to lick up, Greg appeared from
the shower area, looking brown and pink at the same
time, but devoid of the yellow and greasy colour left by
the margarine.'

Yuriy and Ross literally laid Greg acroos a double pallet and
covered him with a fresh blanket. Quite before my eyes,
he closed his and he was asleep. The two looked on at
him in astonishment.

I merely said to them, `Your own buddies are waiting for
you' and walked out with Aziz who switched off the
light.

To be continued...