Date: Sun, 05 Oct 2003 16:37:48 +0100
From: Gerry Taylor <gerrytaylor78@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Market Offer - Chapter 17 - Gay - Authoritarian

This is the seventeenth chapter of part three of a trilogy of novels of
gay sex.

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

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The Market Offer by Gerry Taylor

Chapter 17 -- Vedel and Beno

The arrival of Jack's two Romanian gypsies was the same morning as three
slave Arabic teachers. Their arrival brought the numbers of my own slaves
at the two palaces up to a hundred and twenty or so, plus the twenty one
Swedes on rotation, plus now Jack's two. We also had the first batches
of the EU prisoner-slaves who had to be incorporated into our way of
life.

Hassan was to hand to see to the arrival of the Arabic teachers and I had
one of Dumi's farm slaves and one of the `gift' slaves assigned to
each.

When Vedel and Vesh were uncuffed by the delivery transport people, they
saw Jack who had just come out into the courtyard and made a dash for him
to prostrate themselves at his feet.

`You see, Jack, they don't even know yet how to make obeisance to a
Master. They need to be trained.

When the slaves I had in mind to assign to the two gypsies indicated to
the two to get up off the ground, they merely edged closer to Jack and
grasped his ankles crying out `Rom Baro' which we only found out
afterwards meant `boss man' or something similar in Romany.

Jack helped get them to their feet and pointed them to their assigned
buddies, but they kept looking over their shoulders at Jack as if he were
going to disappear.

The buddies took their respective slaves off to be showered and prepared
for inspection.

I took Jack aside and said to him, `Jack, you will have to be very firm
with these two. You have got to start thinking like a slave owner now.
You are almost nineteen. In purchasing these two, you have taken some
decisions on which there is no turning back.'

We both took a glass of limejuice until Aziz came out and told us that
the new slaves were ready for inspection.

`Jack, in this, follow my lead. Do as I do and absolutely no questions
and no hesitation. Have you got that?'

He looked a little white around the gills, but said `Ok, Uncle
Jonathan.'

We went into the slave quarters. The six slaves were lined up. They had
all been given a close haircut, either Navy crew-cut or Marine style
`high and tight.' They had been shaved fully of all body hair and a gel
applied to stop further growth, only their pubes and a small triangle of
pubic hair had been left. The new French cream gel when re-applied about
three times over the coming weeks meant that hair never grew back on that
part of the skin again, and there were no rash or nasty side effects.

The effects of the shaving also made the totally smooth genitals make the
penis look larger and some were sporting erections. They would have also
had been given their first three douche-enemas so would be rectally
clean.

I said first in English and then in Arabic, `Each of you will have two
buddies to teach you the ways of the Lime Palace, your new home, for the
next thirty days. If you do what you are told, all is well, if not you
will be quickly retrained. You no longer feed or shave yourselves. Your
buddies will do that, and in time, you will do that to the buddy you
choose or are given.'

`You will be given full eye, dental and medical examinations. All
tattoos will be removed, and any body ornamentation that you may have
such as pins or nipple rings,' I said indicating Walid who had two
earrings.

`Now, I will examine you. Tommy come here.'

I had chosen Tommy Saunders first because he would, in a way, be the text
case for all the others, and also because he spoke English and would be
able to clearly understand what I was saying. It was my experience that
the others usually just followed what happened to the first. I had him
stand half facing the others so that they could see clearly what I was
doing.

`You look fine, Tommy, so relax. You are not going to be hurt. I am just
going to examine you, just as I am going to examine the others. Put your
hands behind your head and spread your legs a little wider.'

I ran my fingers through his recently cut hair with the aim of letting
him feel both my touch and have his scalp -- an underestimated and
practically unknown erogenous zone -- react to my fingers. It was also a
preliminary way of checking for head cysts; though the doctor would do
that more thoroughly.

I let my fingers touch his lips and put a finger in under his tongue. It
is unlikely that he had anything there, but Gus Jennings had warned me
once of it being a hiding place for various items even drugs.

Tommy' nipples were beginning to erect and I pinched them lightly until
their little points were firmly red and full.

I let my hand travel down his belly and his stomach rumbled. I cupped his
balls and gently squeezed each of them. He was breathing deeply through
his nose. His eyelids were blinking quite quickly at the unaccustomed
touching of his body. His cock had now risen and was pointing our
directly from his body a nice seven inches of cut American manhood. As I
looked at it, a drip of pre-cum stated to crop from its tip like a small
spider coming down from on high.

`Kneel up on the table, Tommy. Chest touching the table, knees wide
apart and hands in clasped in the middle of your back.'

He did as instructed. His butt stuck uncomfortably up in the air. Its
recently shaved smoothness showing a virgin hole and a tender perineum
whose sensitivity would undoubtedly explored more deeply and thoroughly
by his buddies and mentors in the coming weeks.

I took some gel from a jar of KY, the universal lubricant. While all the
six slaves would have been well lubed while being prepared in the shower,
I wanted to show clearly that there was no hurt intended in this
inspection and dipping my first two fingers in the cream, not too
obviously deliberately held them up and then went round to Tommy and
showed him the two fingers with their large dollop of cream on the top.

I slipped one finger into Tommy's private tightness and was able to
confirm there and then his anal virginity. No used anus could have
gripped my finger, or attempted to grip my finger as his sphincter
muscles did. But being well lubed, the muscles were merely sliding along
the finger in their attempted drips.

I located his prostate, and his little jump indicated that he was not was
used to having it touched. I circled it, prodded, slightly massaged it,
and holding on to his two clasped hands in the middle of his back, I
murmured, `You're doing fine, Tommy, nearly there. Nearly there.'

But being there and nearly there are two different things. I took out the
one finger and inserted two. It was a quantitative and qualitative gear
change. Tommy gave a groan which was heard in the four corners of the
slave quarters, and as my two fingers firmly gave a massage run over his
prostate for a second time, he gave a small shout and four streams of
white cum hit the table.

`Well done, Tommy. A fine sample. Down you get' I said `and stand just
there.'

His face was beetroot red from both the position he had been in and the
exertion of cumming so copiously from that angle.

With a spatula, I put a sample of the sperm in a Petrie dish and closed
it for the doctor to test.

`Now, one last thing, Tommy, lick up what remains of your semen from the
table.'

I though for a moment that he was going to refuse. You could see the
wheels turning in his head. But swallowing hard, he bent down and licked
up the lines and pools of semen on the table. Yedo came forward with a
wet cloth and wiped it clean.

`Well done, Tommy. Back in line.'

He went back a lot faster than he had come out.

`Sunar Hussein,' I called out and the Iraqi came forward blushing. His
eight-inch cock was now a ten-inch boner of swollen tube of flesh, with a
very wet tip and a bobbing mind of its own. When he finally was ordered
up on the table, his boner was so hard that it was easier just to have it
up against the edge of the table until ejaculated otherwise the cum would
have shot over the other side. This outpouring for the highest of the
six.

I had been most anxious that Jack observed how things were done. So I
called out Vedel Vesh as the next slave for inspection. Fair dues to
Jack, he inspected Vedel like a pro, and I saw that he had imitated my
little trick of putting a hand on the chest of the slave being examined
to calm down any fear and then when on the examination table of putting a
hand on top of the slave's clasped hands.

Jack slipped in a finger into Vedel.

`Can you feel a small lump or nut anywhere in there?'

Vedel bucked at that point, and Jack grinned and said `I think I just
found it.'

Like a violinist on a Gaurnieri, he stroked that prostate with one finger
for over two minutes until Vedel's groans -- not of pain but of pleasure
were bouncing around the slave-quarters. Even Tommy and Sunar who had
just come were erect again.

`I think it is now time for two fingers, don't you think, Uncle
Jonathan?' and without waiting he inserted fully his lubricated index
and middle fingers. It was the last straw for the groaning Vedel who shot
there and then.

He too looked startled at being told to lick up his own cum, once the
sample was taken, but he did it.

`Beno Vesh', I called out, and the worried looking cousin of Vedel came
forward. When Jack examined him, one finger was more than enough as he
was on a hair trigger and he flooded the table with a milky cream.

Walid and Nassr were both examined by myself and both were virgin in the
anal department, though Walid took my fingers without any difficulty
whatsoever -- Nassr with a bit of squirming.

Yedo departed with the sperm samples for the doctor, and I told Jack to
go for a swim to get rid of the boner in his own jeans, which he ran off
and hastened to do.

It is only upon reflection that I see how fortunate I was in having
buddies for the new slaves. Each brought different strengths to the
training process. Perhaps it was that I approved the use of the `gift'
slaves was in itself a help. All of these had been slaves with previous
Masters and they knew the rigours of the lifestyle of slaves elsewhere.
Being given a job of responsibility in buddying the new arrivals seemed
to them that they were being trusted with something important in the life
of the Palace.

Though Scott and Bryce had come from the auction rooms, they were
included as buddies because they were eager. Ivan who was now Bob's own
buddy, and Pavel, the Russian who was Hassan's counter-top and
roughneck. Pavel had been warned not to try any rough stuff with his
charge and he did not.

Niko and Rob, the Afrikaners, had been assigned Tommy Saunders, the
ex-cop; Mirzan the Iranian and Vaz the Chechen had been given the job of
bringing Jens the Danish computer hacker into line, and so the list went
on. Each as I say each of the buddies had his own strengths and
weaknesses. None ever asked to be relieved of a charge which they could
not handle. It was almost a question of professional and personal pride
to induct the new charges, no matter how difficult they might initially
be, into the ways of the Palace.

Whether it had been his initial training as a police officer or not, I do
not know, but Tommy Saunders knew how to take control of a classrooms,
and although teaching a subject -- English -- which he had never taught
before, he took to it like a duck to water.

After a month of classes, I had a word with him to find out how he was
getting on more with his buddy than anything else. There had been no
complaints about his class work, quite the contrary, some good comments.
He was buddied with a French prisoner-slave.

`He's warm at night, Master, and I suck him off in the morning and he
jerks me off as well. But it goes no further than that sex-wise. I don't
believe it really that here I am talking about sucking a guy off each
morning' -- his all-American accent was very pronounced.

`It is important, Tommy, that you both have daily sex. It settles the
slaves down. That nothing happens at night, well that's up to you and
your buddy. But the morning jerk offs are obligatory. Tell me if you ever
want a change of buddy.'

He never did in all the years afterwards, and even learned a little
French, he told me. When his daughter, now living with his ex-wife and
new stepfather, graduated High School, I let him know that the Buddy
Foundation had awarded her a scholarship to the University of New Jersey
State to do arts.

`And Master, what would have happened if I had said `no' that time to
being an English teacher.'

`Well, Tommy, I think you would still be hanging around the place, if
you know what I mean.'

And he grimaced at the memory, but then we both smiled at life's twists
and turns.



The evening of the inspection of his two new slaves, Vedel and Beno, Jack
appeared to be very quiet at dinner. Flavio had worked his usual magic on
a meal that would have graced any of the great hotel -- light for the
heat of the climate, nutritious in its protein and fibre content, a
delight to behold on each place.

I knew that something was really amiss when Jack refused to eat a small
portion of double chocolate ice-cream.

`Are you going to tell me, or do I have to ask?' I finally said.

`Uncle Jonathan, tonight, you know, well me now being...it's not
that...'

`Jack, would you take a deep breath. Think of what you want to say and
spit it out in one coherent sentence.'

He breathed deeply.

`Uncle Jonathan, should I take Vedel and Beno to bed tonight?' and he
blushed a little.

`Jack, there's hope for you yet. You mean to say the guy who was going
to travel around the world on a wing and a prayer and four hundred
pounds...'

`....two thousand actually, Uncl...'

`Don't interrupt me when I am in mid-flow....on two thousand
pounds....can't make up his mind whether to take two slave to bed or not.
You do know what's what? Don't you? Or do you want the `birds and
bees' talk now?'

I could not help but be a little sarcastic. After all, he had gone and
bought two slaves, for no logical reason that I could fathom.

`Uncle Jonathan, I know what's what. A couple of evenings when the
slaves have gone to bed, I have stood in their quarters and looked on.
But do I have to do it?'

`Jack, the short answer is `no'. As a Master, tou don't have to do
anything other than look after two slaves. You don't have to bed them or
even have them in the same room as you. You do with them as you want or
don't want. But I think there is more to the question that you are
asking.'

Jack blushed again a little. It is beautiful when people can blush. It
means that conscience is still alive and well and a sense of what is
right still prevails.

`Uncle Jonathan, I don't think I'm gay.'

`Who ever said you were?'

`No one, but when I let you...you know the time in the hotel...I thought
that you might think that.'

`Jack, you are just nineteen. You have a very very healthy sex drive.
There is little doubt in my mind that you could make mad passionate love
to a girl.....'

He really perked up and smiled at that.

`I also think that your sex drive does not mind a little male
stimulation at times. That may make you bisexual. It may make you
straight with a simple liking for male company and sex. It most certainly
does not mean that you are wholly gay. No way. Anyway, I do hope that, in
time, you will give your Mum and Dad at least half a dozen
grandchildren.'

`Six kids, Uncle Jonathan, no way.....but maybe one or two... And so what
do I do tonight with Vedel and Beno?'

`My suggestion, Jack, for what it is worth, is that you take both of
them to your room and just touch each of their bodies in their entirety
and see where that gets you. Don't let them do to you what you don't
want and don't do to them what you really don't want to do. Remember
that they have been around the block a lot more than you have and both
have a number of years on you.'

`But, Uncle Jonathan, if I make a fool of myself. If I can't get it
up...you know what I mean....if it just shoots off by itself as has
happened when I get too excited...'

`....if you can't get it up. Jack, give me patience. There is more
likelihood of it not raining in Scotland for a full year than you not
getting a woodie....and as for being a premmie....Jack, give me a break,
please. You would be hard again in ten minutes.'

`Do you think so, Uncle Jonathan?'

`Jack, just remember that you are now a Master, albeit a young and
unskilled Master. If you can fake that, you have it made. Now please
finish that double chocolate ice-cream. You do know that chocolate is an
aphrodisiac, don't you?

The chocolate ice-cream disappeared in fifteen seconds.

`I think I might ask Flavio for another helping.'

`Jack, please go to bed.'

The following morning at breakfast, Jack was wearing a little smile,
which was private, smug, amused and content all in one.

`Well?' I finally said.

`All I'll say, Uncle Jonathan, is that this young and unskilled Master
is a lot older and more skilled a Master this morning,' he said with a
big grin.

To be continued..