Date: Fri, 08 Aug 2003 20:12:37 +0100
From: Gerry Taylor <gerrytaylor78@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Changed Life - Chapter 19 - Gay - Authoritarian

This is the 19th 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 19 -- Home improvements

At the Dahran branch of Deckams Bank, it was business as
usual, and if the truth be told, even busier than usual.
August was already upon us. Most of the important
families had moved from Dahra for July and August to the
cooler climes of America and Europe, but for some reason
there was still a fair deal of international work to be
done. Together with another of the Emirates, Dahra was
becoming an international financial centre in the region
and we were benefiting from that.

Gustav Ahlson had been looking under the weather. He
looked strained and when I checked quietly with
personnel within the branch and with John Tunnor, our
personnel partner back in London, I discovered that
while he took his holidays since arriving in Dahra
twenty years earlier they had always been in Dahra.
There was no record of him having ever left Dahra except
for a single overnight visit to Kuwait.

There is a rule in our Bank that, the partners and managers,
over a certain grade on leaving your country of work on
holidays as opposed to business where the Bank would
know where you were going, were always supposed to give
a holiday destination where you might be contacted in
the event of emergency. Gustav had never ever given an
alternative address, ergo he had never been outside of
Dahra.

Over our regular morning coffee in late July, I worked
my way round to the subject and finally suggested to him
that he take the rest of the month off and August as
well and get out of Dahra. He looked at me as if I were
mad.

`You know I can't do that,' he said flatly.

`Where there's a will, there's a way,' I replied. `What
if your slaves come to the Aloe Palace and work for me
while you are away? There is plenty of room and Aziz can
find them plenty to do.'

He winced when I referred to his Swedish co-nationals as
slaves, but here in Dahra that was what they were and
would be until the day they died. I think also that at
that moment as well, he realised that some of his
Swedish slaves had never been outside the grounds of his
home since the time of their arrival.

He sort of closed his eyes and finally said, `I didn't
know how I was going to get through the summer,' and
averted his head because I got the impression that he
was shedding tears.

The following day a large blue air conditioned lorry
deposited twenty one Swedish slaves in the courtyard of the
Aloe Palace, blinking their eyes in the strong morning
sunlight. They were aged from 45 years down to 19, of
all heights and colouring, though all were fully tanned
all over, and totally naked as slaves must be in Dahra
with the titanium bracelet on their right ankle.

I had stayed behind that morning to be there for their
arrival and had them brought in to the swimming pool
which had a inside large area where I could address them
easily. I told them that I was the Master here and that
they would be here for approximately six weeks to help
in what way they could in the running of the Aloe Palace
and the fields and gardens.

I also told them that I would be assigning each of them
to work beside another slave -- one or two of them looked
at each other - and that I expected them to behave like
slaves here though some of them might have thought it
was going to be a holiday.

Laying out the daily routine, I thought I heard a murmur
of disagreement and thought that one of the Swedes was
going to speak out, when I heard a distinct growl in
Swedish from one of them at the back and all settled
down again.

`Now when a Master is in the presence of slaves, the
slaves stand at `display'. So `display'.'

They clearly knew from some initial training after when
they had been originally lifted what `display' meant,
because they lined up in three lines of 7 and
putting their hands behind their heads, spreading their
ankles just over seventy centimetres apart, and pushing
out their hips went to `display'. I then said `rest' and
they relaxed and put their hands behind their backs.

`Your first name?' I asked the first, and successively
went down the three lines. A string of Swedish names
issued. The second last slave said `Björn'. He looked
around 40 and was magnificently fit for a slave of his
age, with good shoulders and a cock which would do any
normal man proud, at half tumescence.

`You growl well in Swedish,' I remarked and he gave a
half-smile.

`The Master heard.'

`I heard. And a good growl it was. You were the first?'

He nodded.

Addressing the lot of them again, `I am doing a favour
for a good friend of mine. But this is not a holiday
camp but my home and things have to be done here and
done here properly. You will be well treated while here,
but if I have to have anyone of you punished for
stepping out of line you will be and I expect you all
to accept the punishment of your fellow slave as just.'

`You all speak Swedish, and I presume you speak it
amongst yourselves. Put up your hand those who speak
English.'

All hands went up.

`Who understand Arabic? I am not saying who speaks
Arabic, but understands it?'

Six hands went up. I called for Aziz and Ross. Ross came
running and made obeisance. Most of the Swedes looked
astonished having forgotten what a slave does in coming
into the presence of a Master. Aziz came in after him,
flicking his fly swish at the non-existent early morning
flies.

I told Aziz that I was assigning Ross to him as his
assistant to help with the Swedes who did not speak
Arabic. Ross had a great ear and was picking up basic
Arabic very quickly. Aziz looked very pleased at being
given new help and an assistant to train.

Taking Aziz to one side, I apologised to him for not
telling him sooner of the arrival of the new
slaves and for not having a stables overseer to actually
handle the outside work. He looked amazed that I was
taking him into my confidence and even more so that I
might even have uttered the word `apology'.

`Master, I have run the household for the late Master's
fourth wife with a minimum staff of over fifty. These
will not cause me trouble, and with the English slave
Ross the help, it will be all the easier. What
priorities does the Master wish to make?'

I also told him of some my plans for the gardens, and
said that the new slaves because of their colouring even
in the early day and afternoon sun should be given a
head covering or else they would surely all end up with
sun stroke.

`Where does the Master wish the new slaves to be
housed?'

`In the communal cell beside the others. Now I am late
and must go.'

I walked out and left Aziz ordering the Swedes to their
new duties, with Ross putting the odd phrase into
English for him for better understanding.

That midday Gustav Ahlson having closed his house and
grounds for the summer took the shuttle to Bahrain to
catch the New Concorde to Paris for connection to
Stockholm.

I subsequently learned that that his country's Foreign
Minister was waiting for him at VIP arrivals where he
was ushered off the jet first at Arland airport and put
a signet ring on the small finger of his left hand.
Those who might have ever seen it and recognised it, would
have seen an exact copy of the ring and gemstone worn by the
monarch.

Gustav Ahlson spent the summer simply walking around his
native Kopparberg and around the shores of Lake Siljan
looking at the lush summer beauty of his native country.
The lodge which had been put at his disposal by one of
the country's businessmen upon a higher-up request was
constantly under satellite surveillance from the
EricBird II for his protection. The local deputy chief
of police was relieved of all other duties for the
summer just to ensure the personal safety of Count
Ahlson, not that Gustav ever knew it.

At one point, Gustav was asked to take a full medical
which he did, and was found to be in perfect health for
a man in his early forties. He was also asked if he
wished any companionship of any sort during his stay. He
merely raised his hand to indicate not, and went back to
walking in the woods and lying by the pool in the
grounds of the lodge, or walking the couple of miles to
some nearby villages for an evening meal in the various
small hostelries.

The improvements at the Aloe Palace went ahead full
steam. The new ultra light solar panels which had been
installed on the outbuildings boosted electricity
storage and the supply strength was immediately noticeable.

With the help of the new slaves the water reservoir was
operational in less than a week. Ross discovered that
one of the Swedes had a technical background and the
slave suggested an expanded and improved version of the
irrigation system which I was suggesting, which would
come on automatically over the entire fields and gardens
in the middle of the night and late evening covering a
chessboard of ground in sequence. Radek the former Czech
draughtsman put some simple designs together an it
worked a treat.

One thing which please me immensely was the laying out of
a succulents and cactus garden the size of a tennis
court which Mehmed and Mamoud, the two layabout slaves,
had been creating for my pleasure.

As they were so permanently lazy according to Aziz, he
had them on permanent `latrine' duty as I termed it to
myself.

Under the Palace, the sewerage system which was
simplicity itself all went into one of three septic
tanks where every three weeks according to Aziz the
oldest tank would be emptied of its then almost solid
but smelly contents.

Part of their job to bring the contents of the septic
tank over to a dung area, where within minutes of it
being spilled out, thousands of dung beetles would
emerge from the ground to gorge themselves on the semi-
liquid contents turning it into the most fertile of
nitrate and phosphate rich manure. Within a week, each
pile could then be used in the gardens.

The cactus area and that of the covered walkways gave me
most pleasure and I determined with the extra water
available to create a water garden for my added
pleasure.

I had originally said to Aziz to put all the new Swedish
slaves in their own communal cell, but as a Master's
right and privilege I changed my mind and said that each
old slave would share a pallet with a new slave and to
ensure that each ritual was observed of cleaning and
showering the other, but never oneself, and that the
morning milking be particularly observed for proper
sexual and mental health. I felt that it would also help
the slaves bond better.

If the old slaves were put out by this new arrangement
there was certainly no sign of it. The two layabouts
could not believe their luck. With their permanent smell
of shit about them and their generally lack of active
life unless forced on them, they got the best of the
bargain, though their two new Swedish slave buddies
insisted on washing them in the shower area before any
sexual contact was made.

Food and Drink were hopping up and down with glee when
they were told. How two slaves could ever be so
permanently happy with so little in life was at time
beyond me?

As there was one `old' slave too many, I kept Radek with
me for that period. I felt guilty in a way that I had
given him to Urlov, and I used all my skill as an expert
lover to give him an hour of pleasure every night for
nearly a month, and whenever Yuriy was free I would have
him up to the bedroom to have Radek as seconds. This was
a pattern which I followed with each of the other slaves
as well. I thought it good that they should know that I
as Master had not only droit de seigneur -- the right of
the lord -- over their bodies, but that at my whim they
could be assigned to anyone at any time.

It was at this time that Flavio went into hospital for
his rectal operation so one of the Swedish had to share
Vitali with another but Vitali's groans long into the
night after lights out proved that he was enjoying the
attention.

At the very end of August, Gustav returned and while the
Swedes were delighted to see him, and quite honestly he
looked so much better and in control of himself, he saw
with astonishment what had been achieved over the
hottest summer month. His own house though very large by
any standards was nowhere near the size of the Aloe
Palace and he offered to leave me five slaves on
rotating loan, and offer which I readily accepted, and
this in time increased in number.

I asked him over dinner -- Flavio, my slave cook, now being
back and suitably tightened up `down there' - how his holiday was?
He replied that it was the best one in his entire life
and with dry Swedish humour said the best one at least
in the last twenty years. He said that a number of
things about the holiday a bit curious though and showed
me the signet ring. I would subsequently discover that
there was also a tracking device under the jewel.

He also said with a little bit of a blush, that
strangely he and passengers on his departing flight were
told that they would have to walk out to the jet,
instead of taking one of the extendible tunnels.

When they were half way out on the tarmac, the country's
national anthem started to be played by an military band
to one side of the airport, where there was a double
guard of honour with a red carpet laid out, but no
dignitary being escorted to review the guard of honour.

Everyone had to stop while the salute was given and the
national anthem completed. When they got on board and
were just settling in at their altitude in the air, the
captain made an announcement in Swedish only, which was
strange for an international airline, that they were being
given an escort by ten of new Saab Vikings of the
Monarch's Own Flight while in national airspace, five on
either side in `missing arrow' formation.

Gustav has smiled to himself when he said that the
passengers kept looking around to see who was on board,
but was saddened at the though of that young architect --
Eric -- who was that missing arrow. He also thought
that the missing arrow symbolised each of his Swedish
slaves in Dahra. None paid much attention to a grey
haired man sitting by the window in his shirt sleeves.

At the end of the hot Dahra summer early in September, a
number of things happened. Hal Thiecke took care of the
teeth of the latter four slaves, Ali, Ross, Greg and
Jiri. In for a penny in for a pound, I also had him fix
Aziz, the two layabouts and Food and Drink and another
slave who arrived during the month. The whole lot cost
me some $175,000 but as I had made a little money on a
venture in August it did no affect my balances in the
Grand Cayman at all, and moreover, it brought me a lot
of pleasure.

It had a different effect on each of the slaves to say
nothing about Aziz who if confident in his role as
overseer, now became managerial. Food and Drink pranced
about like lambs when it was done, and the two
layabouts, Mamoud and Mehmed, would stop whatever they
were or were not doing when I walked the garden and just
stood there at `display' with outsized grins showing off
their sparkling dentures. Afterwards, Aziz told me that
in one week an entire four days passed when he had not
to give them an order. So, in one sense, the investment
paid off.

The ownership of slave has its responsibilities. It is
not a question of just lording it over them. The Master
will have taken over their long term welfare not just of
body but also of mind and personality, and in the
measure of the possible, must cultivate each.

Some masters will try to achieve these goals by harsh
measures. But sometimes a simple reminder of their
status is sufficient to ensure that in their humiliation
as slaves, no cruelty is needed to ensure long term
loyalty and submission.

I have been frequently asked why has none of my slave
ever run away - quite apart from the GPS titanium
bracelet on their ankles. The short answer for over half
of them is that they have nowhere to go, and for a
majority of the other half, they see that the life they
had led up to their enslavement was pretty well empty of
purpose. In my ownership, all my slaves have a clear
purpose -- me, my wishes, my service, my whims, my
desires, my satisfaction either their presence, beauty,
work or with the offering of their bodies to me as their
master.

The other investment paying off was Greg. After his
initial submitting to me, I had never taken him again.
He had worked in the fields and was a good worker. Two
days after Hal Thiecke had finished his dental work on
him, Greg turned up beside the limousine just as I was
leaving for the Bank. Normally, slaves I would meet when
going around the Palace or after their evening meal when
I would be onthe veranda, rarely did they actually come to
see me, not that I discouraged it. It simply was not the
case.

However, there was Greg at `display'.

`What's on your mind, Greg' I asked.

`Teach me, Master,' he simply answered.

`Teach you what, Greg?'

`Anything that you want, Master'.

`We already have two hours of lessons in the evening for
learning.'

`Yes, Master. But I want you to teach me about life,
running the Palace, business, happiness.'

`Are you saying that the slaves are a happy bunch here?'

`Master, I have been in the Royal Navy where teamwork is
essential. It is nothing to the teamwork which takes
place here. There is a lot of happiness here.'

`Let's talk it later, Greg.'

`Yes, Master,' and he knelt and kissed each of my feet.

It was a contented reply and talk we did on many other
occasions, and he became a great overseer.

Gus Jennings stopped by one evening. I had not seen him
since the Ivan Urlov incident and he seemed unsure of
what my welcome would be. I, in fact, was delighted to
see him and soon put him at his ease.

I had Rolf come in and explain the gym training
programme he had up and running. Rolf's bubble butt was
always a pleasure to see and touch from any angle.

Gus suggested various changes to really toughen up the
slaves and insisted one that overall the course would do
no harm to the slave and secondly that Ali, Jiri, Ross
and Greg be put through the month long training course
which Rolf and the others had done. It effectively would
mean taking them out of the overseer's rota, but Gus was
insistent as it had long term benefits.

I asked him to see which of the present slaves could be
promoted so to speak to stables overseer, and it pleased
me no end when he suggested Yuriy, whose English had
come on in leaps and bounds in the previous three
months. I had Aziz called in and he too thought that
Yuriy would be an excellent choice, that he was always
working, and I remembered that he would come in and peel
Cook's vegetables unasked at the Villa.

That week I bought an black onyx fly swish and once the
evening swim was over, I had Aziz line up the twenty
slaves, the fifteen of my own and the five of Gustav.
There was a buzz of excitement in the pool area and all
were ordered to stand at `rest'.

`Because of the amount of work need to be done, and
because it is Aziz's job to be my head of household, I
am thinking of promoting one of you to be my head of
stables. Is there any suggestion as to who it should
be?'

There was a quiver of unspoken excitement in the ranks,
but no one spoke.

`Yuriy, step forward.'

He did and I said, `Yuriy is now my head of stables and
you will all obey him as you obey me and as you obey
Aziz, the head of this household.'

I handed him the black onyx fly swish. He was in a state
of shock and dropping to his knees, he could only manage
a strangled `Master, Master....'.

I noticed that his lover Radek's eyes were bright with
pride and although being at `rest' stuck out his chest
as if at `display'.

While Aziz usually wore the long flowing Arab dress,
Yuriy would afterwards wear the Arab white shirt-like
gallabiya cinched with a leather belt and the some short
loose khaki trousers, but he never went back to wearing
shoes.

The night of Yuriy's promotion, I had him and Radek come
to my bedroom suite. I said to Radek, `Yuriy was my
first slave and the first slave I made love to. This is
how I want you to always treat him at night, to take the
weight off his shoulders after the day and to pleasure
him as you would pleasure me.'

`Now, Yuriy, strip for your Master one last time,
because from now on, you will take from among the slaves
those whom you wish.'

As I spoke Yuriy was already naked.

`Display', I ordered and he went to a perfect `display'.

`This, Radek, is how I touched your lover for the first
time' and bending Yuriy over and letting Radek see the
perfection of his butt hole, I tongued and rimmed him
until his gasps of pleasure were in a continuous flow.
He was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum.

Radek was totally aroused to his full 18 centimetres and
straining for that extra centimetre which all seek. His
uncut cockhead was totally moist with his own pre-cum as
the foreskin had slipped back and down the shaft.

But enough play was enough, I slapped Yuriy on the butt
and stood him up. His face was a picture of pleasure.
`Now let me see you take Radek, your lover, and let me
see how you pleasure him.'

He looked at me and at my own turgid member. `But, you
Master, you need me as well.'

`First, Radek,' I replied and he took his lover in his
arms and for over an hour, a delight to behold, he
caressed and touched and licked and pinched and tasted
his lover's body.

Finally when even I thought that his body or at least
certain parts of it would explode, he entered Radek with
a sexual slowness of pure sensuality. Radek arched and
bucked. Radek tried to kiss Yuriy, but was gently
rebuffed and pushed back. Never once for the first
fifteen minutes did Yuriy's trimmed pubic hairs touch
Radek's, but his cock was certainly touching the right
spots inside Radek who was whimpering with pleasure and
joy.

Then there was some sexual change of gear. Yuriy almost
withdrew fully and then pulled Radek's hips back fully
on his distended and swollen manhood. Both gave a cry of
pleasure. A second time. A third time. Yuriy's pubic
bone crashed into Radek's perineum creating the
emotional havoc akin to the disturbance of a stone
dropping from a height into calm water.

An arch of cum left Radek's penis and shot over his head
to be joined by a second and a third one. Yuriy's gave a
hoarse shuddering cry and released his pent-up semen
into his lover and collapsed into this lover's arms.

I whooshed them out of the bedroom suite when they had
recovered and told Yuriy to bed down in his new
overseer's quarters.

When he looked at Radek, I said `Whom you invite to
spend the night is your business.' He went out with an
arm over Radek's shoulder and as he did, I told him to
send Flavio over. It was time to test the first fruits
of successful surgery, which I did to much mutual
pleasure.

To be continued...