Date: Sun, 10 Aug 2003 15:39:19 +0100
From: Gerry Taylor <gerrytaylor78@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Changed Life - Chapter 21

This is the 21st 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 21 -- Bob

Tariq, still laughing, departed with Farouq at a decent hour after
dinner. Farouq murmured something about contacting me, if that was not
too much trouble. I said to him that he could have Jess Tollman back if
he wished, but he replied in good humour `no' and that it would be a
lesson to him not to make bets with Tariq al-Akhri again.

The following day flew by. There is so much to do in governing a
Palace even if you have all the necessary help.

As I had fallen asleep the previous night without having had the
pleasure of my two slave Bob and Flavio, I thought that I should have
them up to my bedroom that evening. For some reason, I only called Bob up
to join me.

Bob upon arriving was extremely nervous and unsettled. I could not
quite figure it out and put my finger on it. We spent quite a time
washing off the grime and perspiration of the day. Bob looked splendid in
the shower -- the water gleaming and glinting off his superb body - and
his bubble butt looked quite edible. Having towelled me off, I returned
the compliment and with a large cotton towel, I left his large frame firm
and dry.

As I had not taken him before and he being therefore unbroken --
Flavio or one of the other slaves never having dared take his virginity
-- I brought him in as I had previously his companions and indicated to
him to kneel doggy style on the bed. The 6 foot 4 Canadian put his head
down on the quilt and held his butt up in the air as I would have
expected of him. He knew what he was there for and how it would be done.

Admittedly, it was my fault, and I do say it as a Master. I should
have been more observant of his nervousness and tension. I let my hand
wander over his perfect back and bubble buttocks. To say that they were
perfection is to do a disservice to perfection itself. They were superb.
The skin was flawless. His crack was shaven. His perineum taut. His
asshole contracted in a tight knot. And this is what I should have
noticed, but alas did not! They say that familiarity breeds contempt and
disregard, and having taken four of the previous five new slaves without
great problem, and to their and my own great enjoyment, for after all, in
all modesty, I am a master lover among lovers, I did not really
appreciate just how nervous Bob was.

I positioned myself behind his superb buttocks and I pressed in my
hard-on into his clenched anus. That is to say, I started to do so, and
did in fact get in about an inch or three centimetres at the most. When
suddenly, Bob literally jumped up off the bed and ran into the bathroom
in one Olympic dash. This was followed by the sound of dry retching, as
of those who are trying to get sick but have nothing in their stomachs. I
did not move, but listened. There was a sound of flushing and water
flowing.

Bob came back to the door of the bathroom and stopped at then edge of
the bedroom. His eyes were bloodshot and he was wiping the back of his
hand over his mouth, drying off his lips from the water he had taken. His
hands went automatically to his hips - fingers pointing inwards as if to
say `look at my genitals, look at my penis, I am male, I am the dominant
one' -- this in the classic stance of the human alpha-male.

I motioned him over to the bed and he came over sheepishly.

`What was that all about, Bob?' I said as I put an arm around him as
he nestled up to me, his back to my chest.

`Boss, I can't do it. I can't take it.'

I smiled at him. Only Ross called me `Boss'.

`Where did the `Boss' come from, Bob, and am I not to be address as
your Master?'

`Sorry, Boss, I mean Master. Ross always calls you that and we refer
to you as that among ourselves.'

You learn something new every day as they say.

`If `Boss' makes you more comfortable, then leave it as `Boss'.
`Master' is merely a directly translation from the Arabic. And what
do you mean `you can't do it'?

`Boss, Boss, I'm sorry,' he was almost in tears, `I know you take
each of the slaves. I have even fingered myself there at night to make
myself ready for you and I have had Flavio finger me as well. It's just
that I am so tight inside. The pain is something awful. I thought that
with the exercises that the overseer gave us for clenching and relaxing
that it might be better but it's not.'

For once I was speechless, so I just left my arm over him and he lay
beside me, and I put my hand on his chest. His heart was running a mile a
minute. I knew that the pain he was talking about really did not lie in
his tightly sphinctered anus but in his mind afraid of giving up that
last vestige of the personally intimate.

After about five minutes, Bob then ventured to say, `Boss, I know
that we are not supposed to speak until spoken to or to ask you a
question. But can I ask you one?' and he went very silent.
`What's the question?' I finally said. With his back up against me,
he could not see my private smile.

`Boss, are you going to sell me now?' the question was almost a
whisper.

He was the first slave ever to ask me that. It surprised me but I
thought that the question merited a good reply. I turned Bob round to me.

`Sell you, Bob? Why on earth would I sell you? Because you are a
little tight down there?' And I playfully smacked his gorgeous butt.

`Have I not spent a fortune on your teeth into the bargain?'

He was not looking me in the eyes, so I raised his chin. The original
fear that I had seen when he had been given to me by the al-Akhri
brothers was there, but in a new variant.

`Bob, what if you and I make a bargain? How about this? I will not
sell you ever -- and I let the `ever' float on the air -- unless you
yourself ask to be sold of your own freewill.'

`Boss, you mean that? You really mean that?'

`Yes, pure and simple.'

`Boss, oh Boss,' and he wrapped his arms around my body, `ever
since I was taken out the container here in Dahra, I have been so full of
fear, of not knowing what is going to happen to me.'

`Well, now Bob you know. You are going to be my slave until you and
only you decide that you do not want me to be your Master. And by the
way, this is a one to one deal. No telling to the others. You
understand?'

I thought his arms around me would break a vertebra, so I gradually
extricated myself.

`It's not that you are afraid of sex itself, Bob, is it?'

`Oh no, Boss, I've had lots of sex.'

Seeing my uplifted eyebrow, he blushed his usual deep red,
`Well, Boss, I fooled around a bit and have had sex with two
girlfriends.'

`And that constitutes a lot of sex?'

`For me, at least, Boss' and for the first time, he actually smiled
when talking of a sexual situation.

`Bob, a Master has the so-called droit de seigneur -- the right of
the lord to have sex with his slaves, servants and serfs. You will have
sex with me, but let me decide how best to do it, for your benefit, not
for mine. How about that? Is that ok with you?

`Boss, you really mean that? You're not going to sell me and you're
not going to break me in?'

`No, Bob, I am not going to sell you as I said, but I am going to
break you in differently to shoving my cock up your butthole against your
will. You, Bob, are going to give me your ass in due course and you will
service my cock and enjoy it.'

`I don't understand, Boss.'

`Do not worry, Bob, I will see that Aziz helps you. He is a most
experience head of household. Do you trust me on that?'

`Yes, Boss.'

`Now, one last question for the night. Do you know how to suck cock
or is that against your beliefs as well?'

Even Bob could see the ludicrous nature of the question and said,
`No, Boss, I suck Flavio off every night and have even learned to take
his cock entirely even down my throat without gagging when he is
coming.'

`Well, what are you waiting for?' I asked.

Sucking cock was one thing that my Canadian slave had learned to do
very well and having come twice, I fell into a deep sleep.

The following morning I explained the problem to Aziz as I was
inspecting the slaves in their stables.

`The slave should have said so, Master,' was Aziz's only comment
and going into the re-training room came out some minutes later with a
small black rubber dildo which was actually more a butt plug about three
inches long already lubricated with a cream.

Calling Bob over, Aziz put the dildo up right up under his nose with a
frown of disapproval, and with one hand bent Bob over until his head was
at the level of his knees. Going around to Bob's butt, he eased the butt
plug into his back passage. Bob gave a grunt and a groan and within some
seconds, as it was fully lubricated, the small butt plug was in.

`Two weeks there and there will be no further problem,' Aziz said
and marched off to attend to more serious matters.

I could not but help smiling at Bob, who was shifting from one foot to
another.

`I think, Bob, that you have just been given a solution to your
problem. That butt plug stays in all the time, except when you are
shitting in the morning and in the evening. Understood?'

`Yes, Boss' he said to more shifting from foot to foot.

True to Aziz's prediction, a fortnight later - in the intervening
weeks he was almost permanently with a massaged prostate erection - at
Bob's own request, I finally took out the butt plug out in my bedroom
suite, and if to declare its finality, threw it in the rubbish basket. I
lubricated a well loosened butt hole which gave me unimpeded access to
the many internal sensitive spots in the Canadian jock. And those spots
were many, as Bob groans attested over many a night.

To be continued ..