Date: Sun, 28 Sep 2003 18:35:14 +0100
From: Gerry Taylor <gerrytaylor78@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Market Offer - Chatpers 9 and 10 - Gay - Authoritarian

These are the ninth and tenth chapters 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 9 -- Dahran summer

     We arrived in Dahra time-wise an hour after we had left London. Jack
was agog at the technology, the speed, the noise or rather the lack of
it, the beauty of the New Concorde and a hundred other things that I as
the world-weary and inveterate traveller had taken in my stride over the
years.

     He asked the price of his one-way ticket and when I said eight
thousand euro first class, his eyes became saucers and he asked no
further questions for twenty minutes, which was a relief.

     I thought to myself that like many a young colt he was going to have
to be well ridden to be really controlled and brought out of himself
sexually. Or he would risk becoming the true submissive type, which I
guessed he was -- shades of having too bossy a mother.

     Upon reflection, Dahra must have been a bit of a culture shock for
Jack, not just the heat, the language, and Arab environment and clothing.
He looked quite dashing admittedly in his light fawn Italian suit and a
Panama hat I had got him at London-Heathrow.

     Amusingly, he was all eyes for our baggage coming off the carousels.
As all notices were both in Arabic and English, he had found our
respective carousel no problem. Having recovered his own case, my own
small one was next, when he saw a hand about to take his case. Faisal,
the Bank driver had arrived and was about to take over when he was almost
accosted by this young man with the flashing eyes.

     Jack opened and closed his mouth at the size of the limo, which by
Dahran standards is a very basic model. I told him that the Sheik's own
limo reportedly weighed four tons and had gold fittings throughout. I
don't think he believed me.

     I had the driver take us on the scenic and longer route back to the
main road west to show Jack some of the sights of Dahra, which I must say
architecturally are quite striking. Almost everything was built to
measure so to speak in the last thirty years. There is very little of the
old country in the new capital, or in either of the deep-sea ports and
slave cities of al-Qatim and al-Mera, if the truth be told.

     We picked up the road west out of the city and the limo settled down
to its usual seventy miles per hour. Jack quickly commented, `We are
leaving the city.'

     I explained to him that the Bank had a small villa in the capital
but that I lived outside the city.

     When I answered `sixty miles' to his question `How far outside?'
he settled back in the seat and started to relax a little. I had not had
the heart to point out my home to him from the air, as we had flown in
over it, or more precisely over the chessboard squares of green of its
fields amid the yellow-brown desert wastelands and sands.

      After the plane trip, both the smoothness of the trip and the
beauty of the desert were lulling us asleep. The desert has that effect
on people. It is beautiful when it expands from horizon to horizon, and a
car seems to be frozen on a tarmac line down its centre.

     The day outside was beginning to cool and it was just after six when
we began the final approach to the Aloe Palace, which from afar looked
splendid in the lime green colouring of its surrounding walls. Even after
three days, I did not fully realise how much I had missed it, it beauty,
its quiet, its peacefulness, its tranquillity. Jack had looked over at me
once or twice. I had pretended not to see the incredulity on his face.

     If his face was a picture as we approached, it was priceless when we
drove into the courtyard. Our arrival had been seen from one of the
upstairs windows, most likely by Food or Drink or both on the lookout.
There was only one afternoon New Concorde flight in from London each day
that I would have ever taken, and with an hour and a half drive through
and out of the city and to the Palace, it would not take a mathematician
to calculate an arrival time at the Palace.

     The entire one hundred of the Palace's slaves, my own and the
Swedes, and the medical staff were `at rest' -- hands behind their
backs feet one foot apart - in the courtyard suffused as it was in the
evening sun, and before each section, their overseer with their fly-swish
of authority. Jack was not just stunned. He was speechless and looked as
if he were in a trance upon getting out of the limo and seeing line upon
line of naked slaves go to `display' -- arms behind their heads and
feet together.

     I inspected each line starting with Aziz's household staff having
had them stand at `rest' again as I passed. It was as if I had been
away for a couple of months, instead of a couple of days. As I went by
each slave, I would put a hand on his chest and murmur a personal word
about how well he looked, how splendid he appeared, that it was to see
his chest or his six-pack so well defined.

     I had developed a list of praises over the previous months for use
on my return after each Board meeting. Each chest swelled a little more.
Each muscled arm tightened. Each belly became a little more taut.

     Yuriy's slaves were the most in number and as they were field
workers, I made a definite point of touching the muscles in their arms,
telling each how the sun was giving them now such good tans and how well
they looked with an all-over tan.

     Stan, my building overseer, was there with his two Poles, and Greg
with Jess, the two trainers. Even Cal Thorsen came out with Sergio from
the dentistry and Yves Fourier the doctor with Todd his assistant to see
the sight of a full assembly.

     I asked for my case and took out the gold loops from Taspells. I had
requested Aziz to get from his office the list of slaves out of training
who had not yet received one. He called them out by name and they came
forward, as each received his golden necklace looped round his neck, his
fellow workers or household slave would applaud their co-slave's
recognised status as a member of the Aloe Palace household.

     Finally, I asked Yves and Cal to come forward and gave them each the
silver biro and pencil set. Both seemed surprised, yet pleased at being
singled out before all present with a special gift.

     I then introduced Jack as my nephew who would be staying with me for
the summer and that he was to be treated with the respect due to an
overseer. It was not lost on any of the slaves that Jack was not to be
seen as a Master. Jack, however, too deeply involved in blushing, did not
get any of the nuances.

     I called over Food and Drink and told them that they were now
assigned to Jack and were to look after him, as they had looked after me
when I first arrived in Dahra.

     Had I given them the entire set of Crown Jewels they could not have
been more please, dropped to their knees and kissed Jack's shoes in
obeisance. Jack was totally out of his depth, particularly since I had
spoken for most of the time in Arabic and all of the time in it to Food
and Drink.

     `Jack, these two are called Food and Drink and they are going to
look after your every need, and by every need, I mean every need. They
are also very, very well versed in bedroom techniques as you are going to
find out.'

     Jack's eyes just got rounder and his blush deeper.

     `We dine at eight here. Change come down in casuals. No ceremony'
and I packed him off with Food and Drink dancing attendance.

     I summoned Flavio, my chef, and asked could he manage five for
dinner, my nephew, the dentist, the doctor and Aziz -- who would anyway
not eat anything but and extra half a biscuit.

     Flavio looked scandalised that I should even have to ask him, with
one of the modern kitchens in place this side of the Peninsula.

     We dined at if at the Ritz -- a plain beef consomme with cress, a
lime sorbet to clear the palate, thin slices of duck and goose in a red
currant coulis, vegetables from the fields of petits pois, asparagus tips
and golden parsnips glaces, and plain home-made vanilla-pod ice cream.
Bob's limewater was served to accompany the meal.

      The ice cream had been served by Marko, and for some reason Flavio
caught my eye from the dining room, and with his eyes and a nod of his
head indicated the ice cream and then Marko. I got the message Marko had
helped make it. I winked back at Flavio.

     When Marko had worked his way round the table, he was just beside me
again, beckoning him closer to bend down to my face, I whispered in his
ear `The ice cream is beautiful' and gave his backside light slap
before he scuttled off back to the kitchens. He looked at Flavio in the
doorway of the dining room and it was the first time that I actually saw
him smile of his own volition.

     As the summer advanced on us, the heat increased to near impossible
temperatures and I wondered what July and August would actually be like.

     The Lime Palace was coming on in leaps and bounds and quite
definitely beginning to take shape. I went over with the medical team one
day merely to point out where they would be in due course, and Cal
Thorson, the dentist, stopped in his tracks on seeing the six outhouse
and residence buildings to house the slaves -- he was peeling off his
shirt in the heat- and asked `How many slaves are actually going to be
here when it is full?'

     I think the answer of six hundred took the wind out of his sails,
when he realised that that number alone would be three years work for
him.

     I said that we had to get in an optometrist capable of laser surgery
to do similar eye work to his dental and Yves' physician work. He asked
me why I went to so much trouble with the health of the slaves.

     I said that I had my answer before I went to see Farouq al-Hamdi's
opal mine and was absolutely convinced of it when I had rescued, so to
speak, Todd, Raoul, Pete and Randy from working there. If the same lack
of health and work conditions applied to the Aloe Palace as did to
Farouq's opal mine, at least 20 of the Palace slaves would have died in
the last year alone. My medical treatment gave the slaves a little
self-respect in having as beautiful and well looking a body as possible.

     I asked Cal how Sergio his assistant was getting on.

     Cal replied, `Like a dream in and out of bed, in and out of the
surgery. I hope you don't mind but I have let his pubes grow a little to
suit my taste and I am just beginning to learn how to properly top him in
the shower in the morning where I like doing it. In a word, he is simply
utterly devoted and obedient to my wishes. You know he was a minor
Brazilian porn star? Now he just loves being wanted in my scheme of
things.'

     There is nothing quite like a happy dentist.

     Chapter 10 -- Buddies

     Cal's words touched a nerve, if you could call it that. When the
time-zone was right, I rang John Green in the Grand Cayman Island, and
explained a plan had been brewing in the back of my mind -- to create a
sort of foundation, I was calling it the `Buddy Foundation', to help
the families who had been left behind -- a more formal arrangement than
what had been done with Todd's family. With total business sang froid,
John Green said `Just state the capital endowment you want to start with
and it can be up and running by next week.'

     I told him that I would make five million euro available. I then
gave him instructions to find out how best the families of people who had
disappeared -- he did not know of the slaves in this early stage - could
be helped and told him to report back within the month, on the formerly
married persons, and then on those whose status was single, which he said
he would do. All of these slaves I had chosen had been either married or
engaged. In Andy's case, married and then divorced.

     I also told him to check up on Bob's and Raoul's previously
supplied dossiers. The report on Bob's family was the first one back.
His father had now died and that left only a brother Pete, a year younger
than Bob and in a dead end job pumping petrol and working in a car wash.
I told Josh Green again, what I wanted done and to get back to me.

     Each of the other reports filtered in over the following weeks, and
in each case, I agreed a plan of action with my man in the Grand Cayman
Island.

     As nobody had come up with any suggestions on any ophthalmic
optician or optometrists as they are called on the American continent, I
went to the website of the All-Continental Association of
Ophthalmologists which showed that they had an online database of their
members. Simply putting in a series of data delimiters, I soon had a list
of 17 members of the ACAO who were all male, under 35 and single -- who
had never been married. I saved their extracted details and e-mailed them
off to Josh Green to find out more about them, in particular as to
current relationships, health status and sexual orientation.

     Each of the subsequent reports costing around a thousand dollars
each made for interesting reading. Two of the ophthalmologists were now
engaged, two with steady boy friends, one was in serious trouble with the
tax authorities in his country, and one had a court case pending from an
unhappy customer. I eliminated the first four and we were down to
thirteen possibles.

     Looking at their financial stats, six were doing particularly well
according to the Bank statements that had been purchased by our
investigators. We were down to seven possibles.

     Two were sole breadwinners for elderly or sick parents. We were down
to five possibles.

     I therefore asked Josh Green to invite all five to London, all
expenses paid, for the day after my next Bank meeting there in July, and
had them all booked into a hotel a minute away from my own on The Strand.

     That particular Board meeting of the Bank was memorable to my mind
for two reasons.

     Colin Bowman, the young partner from the branch in Rio de Janeiro
ran over his five points in less than three minutes flat, to the broad
approval of Charlie Deckam, our Chairman, and the smiles of all including
the new Deputy Chair, the newly promoted Capetown partner, a delightfully
quiet man with a clipped Afrikaner accent and a razor sharp mind.

     The second reason was Colin Bowman's body language, which can be so
revealing. Before he had finished, I knew that he was going to ask for
some funds for investment in Brazil. It was the way, I think, that he
looked over at me a couple of times as he sprinted from rehearsed point
to rehearsed point, with a half smile on his lips.

     When he accosted me before we went up for pre-prandial drinks, I
first put him out of any possible misery by saying, `Well, Colin, have
you invested any of your half-yearly bonus in anything of interest in
Brazil.'

     He swallowed hard and said, `Well, actually, yes, Sir Jonathan. I
put a hundred thousand euro into the bonds of the Copea Dam project.'

     `Well, did you now, Colin? That must have put a bit of a dint in
your bonus!'

     `It was all of the bonus, Sir Jonathan.'

     I knew that already as senior partners such as myself put our
initials to the bonus packages.

     `So, you think this is a good project for some Deckam client money?
How much is the over all financing? Six billion? And guaranteed by the
IMO and the Federal Government?'

     `Six point five, Sir Jonathan, and yes, by the International
Monetary Fund and the Government.'

     `And you have in the bag, how much?'

     `Four point five billion and one hundred thousand euro.'

     I could not help but laugh out loud at his seriousness, and in
particular at the addition of his bonus into the bag, but I also noticed
a slight perspiration on his upper lip. The first big deal for him. The
one that would make his name both in Brazil with Deckams as not just the
lead Bank, but the only Bank involved to date, if my information was
correct, as the bonds were not syndicated and underwritten only by the
Bank. Colin was too nervous to do more than smile at my ungracious and
unkind laugh.

     `Colin, I'll have two billion transferred to you tomorrow, a
spread from among five or six of the Dahran branch's clients.'

     He looked at me as if all of his twenty seven or so birthdays had
just all arrived at once, but managed to say with barely half a quaver in
his voice, `Thank you, Sir Jonathan, thank you.'

     `So, this investment of your bonus? Is it hurting?'

     He knew precisely what I was saying. We all take modest salaries on
a monthly basis from our branches, but it is the bonuses, particularly
the end-of-year one, on which we really live. The half-yearly one, which
we had just received, that was the `try-a-little-harder' type of bonus.

     Colin did not say anything. He was thinking how much he should say
to a senior partner, not to reveal a weakness, particularly a financial
one.

     `Let me guess, Colin, you are close to the limit of your overdraft
here at the Bank authorised by John Tunnor in Personnel' -- all
personnel have their personal account at the London head office, `and
one or two of your credit cards are maxed out.'

     He did not have to reply. The creeping blush on the top of his
cheeks said it all.

     I sat down at a small table to one side of the room and he was
forced to sit down as well when I pointed to the seat opposite.

     `How much to put everything in the black?'

     `Fifty, fifty five thousand euro,' he almost whispered.

     I pulled out my personal chequebook and wrote him a personal cheque
for seventy five thousand sterling which was above par with the euro and
would give him at least fifty thousand to play with until his year-end
bonus.

     He looked at it and he looked at me.

     `I don't understand,' he said finally.

     `Colin, you followed my advice and invested your money. The cash is
a personal gift from me to you. I won't see you financially embarrassed
because of that. In fact, I am paying off a debt of some fourteen years
ago, when a senior partner did the same for me. Inflation has taken its
toll. For me it was, I think, twenty something thousand. It saved my
bacon.'

     `Sir Jonathan, it will be the year-end before I can pay you back.'

     `No, Colin, you won't. In the years to come, find some young buck
of a partner who has the balls to follow your advice and help him or her,
as someone helped me, and as I am helping you now.'

     After our Bank lunch, I went to see `David Jones' shop - my
investment in men's shirts and a property on a street corner off Bond
Street. The shop was buzzing. Some sort of `buy two shirts and get a
silk tie free' promotion. I bought my two got my silk tie free, which in
truth was of quite a nice shade of blue.

     It was only when I was paying for it at the till that David noticed
me and came rushing over.

     `Sir Jonathan, what a week! We have sold almost 4,000 shirts last
week, and look at the crowd and this is only Monday. I think we have
found our niche.'

     His enthusiasm was catching. I told him that I would be leaving
London on Wednesday and he insisted that I come and have dinner with him
and his electrician boyfriend, whose name was Mattie, the following day.
I got the address details and said I would bring a bottle of wine.

     The following day, Tuesday, was the day set aside by Josh Green for
me to interview five optometrists, starting at eleven in the morning with
an hour and a half for each. My hotel had quite a good set of
professional rooms for such interviews. However, I was beginning to
regret the whole procedure. Such matters, I began to think were best left
to professionals.

     The first two interviewees were nothing short of a disaster. They
wanted to take over the interview. I could hardly butt in. Each under
different headings was trying to show how much they knew, and the first
one evening decrying my efforts to understand one or two of the
procedures as a waste of time -- admittedly, not in so many words.

     The third candidate was a small man, thin to the point of gauntness
and Costa Rican. His name was Ignacio, Nacho for short, Cuesta. I thought
that there might be a language problem, but his English was better than
mine.

     `Sir Jonathan, when Mr. Green spoke to me, he gave me very little
detail of why you wanted an ophthalmic optician as an employee. You have
obviously gone to considerable expense to bring me and I presume others
here. I am intrigued.'

     `Nacho, I chose London because I am here for a day each month. With
these interviews, yes, there are more than just yourself, this month I am
here for two days. I am a banker, but also have a number of private
investments, one of which is a large facility of around one hundred and
twenty staff' - I did not say where it was or what the facility was at
this point - `it is going to expand to around six hundred persons. Stop
me, if I do not explain things clearly.'

     `No, fine so far, Sir Jonathan.'

     `Health care is free. Totally free. Those who work for me have the
absolute best of on-going medical care, hospital care when that is
needed, dental care supervised by one of the world's leading dentists. I
am looking for an all round eye person, who can both test and correct eye
defects, particularly with the latest laser treatments. This latter
qualification is one of the things which I noticed first in your case.'

     `Yes, I am very much at home with the various laser treatments. I
have pioneered one of them actually.'

     `Questions?'

     `What sort of equipment do you have at present?'

     `None. The new man will furnish a surgery from the floor up.'

     `Have you any idea of what that will cost, Sir Jonathan?' the
Costa Rican asked quietly.

     `No, but feel free to mention a figure.'

     `At least quarter of a million dollars.'

     `Fine. Is this type of challenge of interest to you?'

     `Most definitely. But where is it?'

     `Dahra, on the Persian Gulf.'

     He was quiet a second and then said `Mr. Green, did not mention any
remuneration package.'

     `No, you state what you want, and I shall try to match your
expectations. May I ask some questions which were not actually covered in
your resume? Family?'

     `I have none. My parents were killed in a mudslide ten years ago. I
have no brothers or sisters. I am not married as you can see, and no
partner in the wings, so to speak.'

     I presumed that he was talking of a female partner, but did not wish
to pry too much at this stage.

     `If offered the job, when would you be free to take up the offer?'

     `Sir Jonathan, I am still not clear on what the offer actually is.
But simply put, it would take me a month to close down my business in San
Jose. I have patients still to treat and appointments to keep and if I
were taking up a really lucrative offer, of say over two hundred thousand
dollars year, I would have to sell my own business as a going concern,
but that would be somewhat difficult as there are so few of us in Costa
Rica, there could well be no one who would want it. I mention that dollar
figure as a salary, because a dollar goes a long way in Costa Rica,' he
said with a smile.

     `Excellent, Nacho. I think we are beginning to talk business. The
general salary is a quarter of a million euro per year, which on currency
conversion is almost fifty percent more than what you mention. You design
and furnish your own surgery. There is already a small hospital ward for
those operated on. You would have a surgery expense account of certainly
one hundred thousand euro a year. The months of July and August are for
vacations, and you will have the backup staff -- though I will say
untrained staff at present -- that you may need at the surgery. And also
you have your own apartment free of charge furnished to your own taste in
a new Palace I am building.'

     Nacho Cuesta just looked at me with his mouth slightly open.

     `I did speak to the dentist who is working for me, in what is a
parallel work in teeth to what is planned for you in eye-care, and he
told me over dinner that he has not had to touch his salary in the first
six months. So, financially, you should not be challenged. I will warn
you about the heat of Dahra though.'

     I went on to say that I had two more people to see, but that I would
very much like to talk to him again, and I confirmed that he would be at
the hotel later that evening.

     Thankfully the other two candidates were not up to scratch, and
after an hour in each case, I pulled the two interviews up short -- the
first guy had a smell of alcohol off him and the second was chain smoking
one cigarette being lit off the butt the previous one.



     That evening, before going to dinner with David and his boyfriend
Mattie, I rang and asked Nacho Cuesta if he would be able to fly with me
on the Wednesday to Bahrain on the New Concorde and on to Dahra, so that
he could see my `facility' as I termed it. He was a bit startled at the
request, but said yes. I got a visa fast-tracked for him at the Dahran
Embassy where he had to wait only two hours for it to be processed
instead of the usual three.

     I arrived punctually by taxi at David's small mews home which was
just off Woolwich Common. It was small. It was beautiful. It was full of
pine floors and shined to spotlessness. It was a converted garage with
what must have been a large loft that was now divided into a bedroom,
bathroom and a large dining area. The kitchen was strangely enough
downstairs, as was the general living area. But a marvellous layout
overall.

     David was nervous as I gave him a couple of bottles of both white
and red in one of those little four carrier containers. I also gave him a
hug and a peck on the cheek.

     Nervously, he introduced me to his boyfriend, Mattie, who I saw had
to wipe the palm of his hand on his jeans, he was so nervous. Mattie
filled his jeans to perfection and a nice bulge was pushing out the
lowest two buttons of his flies.

     `So, you are the better half of whom I have heard.'

     He just nodded and I shook his moist hand, but I think he reacted
better to the hug and looked a bit embarrassed at the peck on the cheek.

     Mattie was twenty four, almost twenty five, David had told me. His
accent was working class East End of London, and his hand on shaking it
felt callused in areas. His check shirt looked as if it had been sprayed
onto him as every button on it seemed to be under pressure. But he gave a
nice, even shy even smile and showed a glint of white teeth before
glancing back at David as if to say `Was that ok, Dave? I didn't
embarrass you, did I?'

     There was white wine already opened, so I took a glass of that.
Mattie looked at the wine, and looked at David, and I got the clear
impression that it was not his type of drink.

     I said, `Take whatever you normally take, Mattie. Don't just take
wine because I'm here.'

     David flicked his head to one side and Mattie went gratefully to the
fridge in the kitchen to get a Heineken.

     `He hates wine,' David confided.

     `But he loves you, Dave lad. Look at the effort he is making for
you.'

     David Jones nodded and smiled.

     Dinner was simple. Some good pate to start. Little medallions of
tender beef with peas and beans, and small new potatoes. A chocolate
roulade - `far too rich to eat' I said -- for dessert.

     Mattie had let David take up the run of the conversation, but at the
chocolate roulade I said, `Did you just run this off after work, Mattie?
It looks great.'

     `...No.. I think David got it in the deli' was all he ventured,
again glancing over at David on the other side of the table. Again, it
was if he were trying not to break anything that should not be broken.

     `What do you think of the new shop, Mattie?'

     Again, the look over at David before replying simply, `It's
beautiful.'

     David said `Mattie did the electrics. He saved me a bomb. Didn't
you, Mattie? He's such a great guy with his hands, Sir Jonathan. Aren't
you, Mattie.'

     Mattie seemed slightly uncomfortable.

     `A penny for them, Mattie?' I said, `You have at least one
question in your mind.'

     He looked at me and then at David and then asked, `Are you really a
`Sir', a lord?'

     `A Sir, yes, as you put it. I am a banker who has been given a
knighthood. A Lord, no. That's a lot higher up the scale.'

     `Did you really buy the corner property?'

     `Yes, it is a good investment.'

     `And you're renting it to Dave for a euro a year?'

     `Yes.'

     `Why?'

     `Because it is a good investment and then David and I own the
actual company which has the shop. This arrangement allows the shop to
make more profit. And the property itself in time, like this beautiful
place you have here, will go up in value. As I say a good investment.'

     There was a moment's silence and then Mattie blurted out `Are you
trying to take Dave from me?'

     I was quite stunned, and looked from one to the other and back
again. I did not know if David had told him of our afternoon in bed
together back at the hotel on my last stay in London. David just got
redder and redder in the face but did not say a thing.

     `No, Mattie, I am not trying to take David from you. If anything, I
would say that I would try and take you from David, because you are one
really sexy guy. Don't underestimate yourself and don't underestimate
David either.'

     David looked shocked at what Mattie had said. Mattie was no longer
looking at me or even at David. Then he said very quietly almost looking
at his lap, `Davie, don't ever leave me. I fucking love you to bits.
I'm not as clever as you, but I love you from so far down that it hurts
even to think about it.'

     Not quite Shakespeare, but as solid a profession of love as one guy
is ever likely to give another.

     The chocolate roulade did not get a look in after that because David
had Mattie in his arms, more akin to a half nelson or a headlock or
something, just swaying back and forth beside the table.

     `I think I should leave while the going is good,' I said, but
David reached out for me with one arm and pulled me in to himself and
Mattie.

     `Mattie, you are my rock. Without you, I would be lost. Jonathan is
my business partner nothing more' and he looked me in the eye as if
wanting me to dare challenge that statement.

     `Mattie,' I said, `I am no threat to you or to the love you and
David have for each other. None whatsoever. Business is business and I am
not going to interfere in your pleasure' and I kissed him lightly on the
forehead and David the same.

     It was as if a floodgate had opened. Mattie kissed David back
hungrily on the lips and on the face. He turned to me and did likewise.

     `Davie, Davie, I'm sorry. I'm sorry' and not wanting to look me
in the eye, repeated the `I'm sorry. I'm sorry.' And he kissed me
full on the lips. I did not break it off and neither did Mattie.

     `I think you two guys better get in to bed soon, fuck like rabbits
and make up very quickly,' I suggested.

     Both started to laugh and then Mattie said, half looking at me and
half looking at David, `I think the three of us should get in to bed.'

     David led us across to the bedroom.

     Twenty minutes later the two lovers took a breather. Mattie had
comprehensively fucked David from every which angle and then more. He had
spent himself inside his lover with a resounding groan. David was
clinging on to him for dear life itself, and I was merely a spectator
lying naked beside both these young men on the right side of twenty five
as they really fucked each other like rutting ferrets.

     When Mattie had come, there was a sheen of sweat over his back. He
was still on top of and inside David. I told David to hold him in place
and to clench Mattie's cock inside him.

     `Have you two any doubts as to how much you love each other?'

     Both said no. So, I said to David, `Keep kissing Mattie's face and
lips no matter what.'

     David nodded yes, but not really understanding.

     Mattie was looking sideways at me, still inside his lover who was
clenching him in place and holding Mattie on top of him.

     I took some of the Pond's cream that Mattie had used on David, and
showing it clearly to Mattie on the tip of my middle finger, I went
around behind him and slipped it into his perspiring crack with its butt
hair slicked down wet, and then into his back passage.

     I don't know if Mattie was a virgin or not, but the finger went in
easily. He may well just have been very loosened up after all the
previous sex. I let him feel it inside him and he groaned a little. I
wiggle my finger a little and he clenched around it.

     After a minute or so I pulled out the well lubricated finger and
stuck it again into the cream, this time accompanied by my index finger
and ran the two white tipped fingers in front of his eyes. Mattie was
going to say something, but David was kissing him deeply, so he could not
utter a word.

     The two fingers went up Mattie more easily than the first single
finger and soon I found my prey, down and slightly to the left. When my
fingers were stretching Mattie at this depth, it was as if there was a
gear change in the cogs of his body. He arched up and against my fingers
-- I afterwards found out that he had never been finger fucked before --
and then I hit his prostate. Had his mouth been free his cry would have
been overwhelming. With David sucking on his mouth, his voice box could
not work and there was but a groan that went on and on.

     I pulled out my fingers and positioning myself between his legs and
those of David underneath him again, in one movement born of practice and
expertise, I slid my cock into Mattie, the electrician and David's
lover.

     Mattie body froze at my insertion. David gripped him tight, and then
I could hear, `Mattie, I love you. I love you. I love you'-a mantra
which he kept up all the time I was pumping away on what by then I was
almost sure had been a virgin arsehole.

     Three minutes of pumping and Mattie's prostate was as hard as any
nut that ever came off a walnut tree. My angle of entry was perfect. My
targeting of the bull's-eye was perfect and in less than the fourth
minute of being inside him, Mattie exploded inside his lover for the
second time in less than ten minutes.

     `Have you two any doubts as to how much the two of you love each
other?' I asked again, `or would you like me to continue on until you
make up your minds for definite.'

     We all collapsed laughing beside each other on the bed.

     Mattie said, `Sir Jonathan, I am sorry for being a jealous lover,
but I have had a pain in my stomach and in my balls that you would not
believe. I love this man of mine to bits.'

     `So, I can see and if you are not a bit more gentle with him, he
will be in bits, and then where would my investment be.'

     I got back to the hotel off The Strand around half ten and was
surprised to find Colin Bowman seated in the foyer, obviously waiting for
me.

     He looked a little embarrassed but said `Sir Jonathan, I just
wanted to drop by and give you a bottle of port to say `thank you' for
your generosity today.'

     `Colin, that was not necessary at all, but thank you. Come up to my
suite for a drink.'

     He made as if to protest, but it was a half-hearted protest.

     `Let me get my key' and I walked over to the night manager's desk
of whom I asked `How long has Mr. Bowman been waiting for me?

     `Half seven, I think, Sir Jonathan.'

     Some `dropping by' I thought to myself.



     Upstairs in my suite of rooms, I got us both a drink of tomato
juice. I did not really want alcohol, and Colin was merely matching the
drink.

     `So what have we got here?' I said unwrapping what was the wooden
box of a single bottle of very good vintage port.

     `Colin, you really should not have done this. This is eighty-year
old port. It must have taken you no end of time to find it.'

     I did not say `it must have cost you at least four hundred' -- for
such would have been its price.

     `I'm glad you like it, Sir.'

     I noticed that the `Jonathan' bit had not been added. How we
notice subtleties! He was no longer addressing me as a colleague and
partner in the firm, but shifting somewhere to the realm of Master and
subordinate submissive.

     And he quickly added `and if I can do anything else for you, Sir.
Anything! Just say so. I am at your orders, Sir.'

     There was a hint of pleading in his voice, but barely a hint, and I
thought that it must be the light, but was that the beginning of a bulge
in his flies?

     I placed the vintage port on one of the side table, saying, `I hope
that travels well back to Dahra, Colin. I shall really enjoy it.'

     He was just standing there with an untouched glass of tomato juice
in his hand. A twenty-seven year old boy-man trying so earnestly to
please, one who had earlier in the day whiffed the elixir of power which
money confers.

     Looking at him and now there was a definite bulge in his pants not
just behind his flies, now I put my hand on his shoulder and said,
`Colin, you do not have to do anything for me. You have Carlos back in
Rio' and with that let him know that I knew what he was offering.

     `Please, Sir, I want to. I love Carlos, but he is a bottom, not a
Master.'

     Was I that knowledgeable about lovers and Masters at twenty seven? I
think not.

     `You are sure?

     `Yes, Sir. I am sure, Sir.'

     `Then, Colin' I said very gently, `take off all your clothes and
let me see what you want to offer to a Master.'

     I went and sat down in a chair facing him. His fingers trembled as
they undid his tie and shirt button. His clothes ended up untidily on the
floor. A real lad here, I thought, nothing of the effeminate side of
gayness here in leaving a neat and tidy pile folded clothes!

     Within the minute, he was naked in front of me. His penis was fully
erect at seven or so fine inches and a glint of pre-cum was on it cut
tip. But what made it special was that at about inch five or so, the top
curved sharply not quite at right angles to the shaft and pointed right.
A beautiful curved penis, such a minority in the world of cut and
circumcised straight shafts. The skin on the top of the shaft was a
discoloured pink, and the shaft itself projected from a nice bush of
light fair to blond hair, which produced the lightest of treasure trails
up to his navel.

     But it was his nipples, which were his best feature, if one were to
ignore the other beautiful aspects of his tight and firm body. The
aureolae of his nipples were large, firm and beautifully pink, and in the
middle of each a teat which stood out a full centimetre of firm flesh.

     I motioned him closer, and closer still to my chair, so that his
legs, now spread apart, were now on either side of my knees. With my left
hand I reached up and gently squeezed his right nipple, and Colin Bowman
was mine!

     His nipple was so sensitive that even the lightest touch brought a
gasp from his lips and his penis quivered with its translucent drop of
pre-cum beginning to dribble.

     I told him to put his hands, which had been flapping at his sides,
behind his head. He did so. With my right hand, I cupped his almost
hairless balls, and again he gasped, or maybe it was from the slightest
pressure again exerted on his nipple where I was beginning to squeeze
tightly my thumbnail to the nail of my middle finger.

     I pulled his nipple towards me, which brought his body forward, and
I took his left nipple in my mouth and bit down on his, not hard, but
certainly not lightly.

     `Oh, Sir. Oh, Sir,' was all that he said and his eyes were half
closed.

     My tongue played cat and mouse with his nipple for some minutes, and
I let my right hand slip behind his balls and with my nails scratched his
perineum leading back to his golden portal, as it is described in Dahra.

     He groaned and shuddered as each and every hidden inch between his
hips was touched. When my finger touched his anus, his body gave a jump.
I circled his hole but did not enter and when I finally brought back my
finger and slipped it in to his mouth. It was a lesson that he should
always be clean unless he wanted to taste his own detritus.

     Colin licked it and sucked it like a kitten on a teat. I pulled it
out of his mouth and slipped it again down between his legs, circling in
ever decreasing smaller circles around his back passage until I slipped
it into him.

     Either he was a virgin back there, and Carlos in Rio was really a
bottom, or else his own soapy finger in a shower had only ever penetrated
him, but Colin Bowman was tight.

     I bit slightly hard on his nipple again, and the tightness of his
sphincter muscle disappeared. Few men alive can separate the autonomic
commands in their minds of resisting pain in one part of their body,
however minimal, with muscle control in another part of the body.

     I found his prostate, and if he had groaned when I had touched his
nipples for the first time, his groans now were pure harmony to my ears.

     His penis was conducting an imaginary symphony like one of the great
orchestra conductors -- rooted his place but reaching out to all points
of the compass.

     His pre-cum was now flowing beautifully, thick and viscous almost
like oil seeping from the tip of his urethra.

     It could not continue so for very long, and I did not want it to. It
was too late in the day and I was too tired. Two more passes of his
prostate and a very firm bite on his beautiful nipple were all that were
required to cause him to spew all over my suit. He could not help that.
My teeth were locked on his nipple and his body was half covering mine.

     `Oh Sir, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Sir' he said when he say the
volume of his own cum on my clothes.

     `Lick it off, Colin. Every last drop.'

     `Yes, Sir.'

     When he had done his best to lick his own cum off my clothes, I told
Colin Bowman to get dressed. He seemed more humbled and submissive than
when he had come in.

     `Colin, I shall say this only once. I think this occasion will be
the only time that I will ever take you. I want you to remember that you
gave yourself voluntarily to me, and also to remember that I can take you
again and again any time I wish and you will really want it. But when you
go back to Rio, do to Carlos what I have done to you. Let him know how
special he is to you and how much you love him. If he is never more than
a bottom for you, make sure that you pleasure him in every way possible
so that his task as a bottom will be totally fulfilled in being a bottom
for you. Do you understand?'

     `Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.'

     `By the way, when did you find out your nipples were so
sensitive?'

     `In the rugby scrums at school, Sir,' he said with a grin.

     `I should have guessed. Now get out of here, and let me get some
rest tonight.

     `Yes, Sir and again, thank you, Sir.'

     The New Concorde flight back to Bahrain the following day,
Wednesday, with Nacho Cuesta does not merit comment. It is only Nacho's
expression when we reached the Aloe Palace in the evening that does.



     I had tried on the flight to give Nacho the three- minute history of
Dahra and did mention its central position on two of the slave routes
from Africa to Asia and back again in the Middle Ages. I did mention the
two deep-sea ports ideal for the slavers at al-Mera and at al-Qatim.
Honest Injun, I did! He did not get the clear message, let alone the
hint.

     Faisal the chauffeur was at the airport to meet us off the LearJet
shuttle from Bahrain -- Kuwait being closed due to high winds--and both
of us, being light on baggage, were through Emirate customs by merely
walking through. The afternoon drive to the Aloe Palace is always a
delight to me and particularly when the sun plays its tricks of light
over the desert and ruffles the air with semi-mirages, and layers of
shimmering air currents.

     The evening of our drive to the Palace was no exception, and was as
beautiful as it was blue and gold. All in all, I was some twenty or so
minutes earlier than I would normally have been on a return trip from
London. The tailwind had been more than usual and with no delays and no
customs hitches, the limousine swung into an empty and deserted
courtyard. Well almost empty, because as we came in, my nephew Jack came
bounding over towards the limousine, stark bollocks naked.

     `Uncle Jonathan! Uncle Jonathan! Welcome back! Great to see you!'
Every phrase was punctuated as if at a rock concert, but died in the
evening air as a second dressed figure, Nacho Cuesta, exited from the
limo.

     `Dr. Cuesta, my nephew Jack in all his glory.'

     `Jack, this is Dr. Nacho Cuesta whom I hope is still going to work
for me.'

     `Doctor, how do you do?' the young nude said. `Uncle Jonathan, so
sorry. I took a swim and went to sunbathe on the roof. I am getting an
all over tan' and he did a pirouette to prove the claim. `Then I saw
the car leave the road and head for the Palace and I knew it was you.
Sorry, I just rushed down as is,' he said with a big wide grin.

     Nacho Cuesta was grinning as well, at Jack's youthful embarrassment
and at mine. But then I saw him stop grinning and I turned to see Aziz
coming out of the Palace towards us, having been alerted by the arrival
of the car.

     But Nacho Cuesta's grin did stop all of a sudden because of Aziz
who was perfectly dressed in Arab style clothing of white dish-dash and
ogal, but at his assistant, the 6 foot 8 giant Yedo, who was walking at
his heels, also stark naked, but with a nakedness of privates which
anyone could write home about without shame as to their size and
dimensions.

     `Nacho, this is Aziz, the head of my household.'

     `Aziz, Dr. Nacho Cuesta who is hopefully going to work for me.'

     `And Nacho, behind Aziz is his assistant in running the household,
Yedo Petrov.'

     `Who was also swimming and sun-bathing?' Nacho asked with an
arched eyebrow.

     I did not reply but indicated the way into the Palace, half praying
that Food and Drink would not come prancing out as they usually did. And
with a withering look to Jack and to his privates - as if to say
`boxers, a towel, anything...', he sped off on wordless command.

     As I sat Nacho down, I said to Aziz in Arabic, `Please get us some
of Bob's limejuice before I collapse, and please bring it to me
yourself. I have not fully explained matters to our new doctor here.'

     Aziz looked at me with two raised eyebrows, turned on his heel and
followed by Yedo departed for the kitchens.

     `Nacho, let me try to start to explain.'

     `Sir Jonathan, I can hardly wait.'

     `Dahra is a most interesting country. Its capital is Western. Its
interior and country side is still in the Middle Ages. I mentioned
slavery to you on the New Concorde.'

     `Sir Jonathan, I am noted for being a quick learner. But let me
just ask you one question and get you off the hook. Or rather two
questions. Are you saying you own a slave or slaves? And if so, how
many?'

     I looked the man in the eye and said, `Yes. And yes, I own almost
eighty or so.'

     Aziz came back in with the limejuice, this time without Yedo,
thankfully, and in Arabic, I said to him, `I have just told the good
doctor.'

     Aziz smiled at Nacho who not understanding what had been said,
automatically smiled back. Aziz then smiled at me and made as if to
disappear.

     `Aziz, please stay. I need support here.'

     `Master, we are taught that the truth heals. You do not need my
support,' and he looked at the ceiling as if the ceiling did not exist,
up towards the boveda of the sky. But thankfully, he stayed and I
motioned him to sit.

     `Sir Jonathan, is there anything else you have omitted to tell me.
I am good at reading body language, and I don't quite understand how I
did not pick up on your previous economy with the truth.'

     `Nacho, you now know my dark secret. I have other ones but not as
dark as this. I think we should talk about this over dinner.'

     Speaking slowly in English to Aziz, I said `Please tell Flavio
there will be six for dinner, and ask Yves and Cal if they wish to join
us.'

     Aziz left with his commission.

     I explained to Nacho that Dr. Yves Fournier, was our French doctor
and surgeon, and Dr. Cal Thorson, our dentist who worked in close
collaboration with Dr. Hal Thiecke.

     `And dressing for dinner, Sir Jonathan, is it formal, informal or
are we to commune with nature, so to speak?

     I think there was a glint of mischief in the grin in Nacho's eyes
when he asked that last one.

     `But the rest of what you said is it de facto true, contract, type
of work, etc?'

     `Scout's honour, Nacho' and I put my hand on my heart.

     `So very English, Sir Jonathan, so very English. The Titanic's
maiden voyage was uneventful except for the iceberg - I think they say. A
little like that I think. But you are still not telling me the whole
story are you? Some one hundred slaves here or so would not require my
full time services for a year, let alone permanently, even if each
required glasses, contact lenses, an operation. The works, do you not
say?'

     I breathed deeply and said, `At present, there are almost one
hundred and twenty slaves here. That number is going to grow very quickly
to around six hundred. And I want them to have the best medical care,
including the eye care that you can offer.'

     I think that shocked Nacho a little, because he stopped sipping the
limewater.

     `Having said all of this and discovered what you now know, are you
still interested in the position?'

     `If I say, yes.'

     `Then it is yours now, exactly as I said.'

     `And if I say, no.'

     I breathed deeply and said, `then you will be a quarter of a
million richer -- the equivalent of a year's salary--and on the New
Concorde back to London and on to San Jose tomorrow. And I would want
your written and notarised promise, nothing more than a promise, that you
would never ever discuss the events of the past week with anyone.'

     `Sir Jonathan, I am your new ophthalmologist and where I come from
a simply handshake seals a deal, but in your case, I want it also in
writing' and he held out his hand to shake.

     I could hear some noise outside from the slaves coming from the gym
and going to the swimming pool. Turning to Aziz, I said, `Can you get
everyone to assemble in the courtyard in twenty minutes? Everyone without
exception.'

     `Nacho, in twenty minutes, I would like you to meet my staff, my
overseers and my slaves, and I shall introduce you to them.'

     Those twenty minutes gave me time to calm down a bit and to explain
to Nacho how all of this had happened. He had a wicked sense of humour,
and when I mentioned the `gifts' of the Aussie Rules types, he almost
choked on his own laughter.

     Aziz came back in and coughed politely, `Master, all are now
assembled.'

     `Come, Nacho, let me introduce you to my household, who are, in
fact, my family.'

     The ranks of slaves were lined up around the courtyard behind their
overseers and went to `display' as soon as I appeared. I told them to
stand at `rest' and they took their hands down from behind their heads
and but them to the middle of their backs.

     Even with just under a hundred slaves, my own and the Swedes,
standing and breathing in the courtyard, you can always hear a pin drop,
so I did not actually have to raise my voice to speak, merely in my
mind's eye to speak to the back row and everyone hears.

     `Beside me here is Dr. Nacho Cuesta who is an eye doctor. He will
soon be working here like the doctor and the dentist. You will treat him
with all respect like you treat your overseers and your brother slaves
and myself, and you will obey him as you obey the staff here.'

     I repeated this in Arabic, and then asked Nacho if he wished to say
anything -- an invitation I had always extended to the other medical
professionals who had never actually taken it up.

     Nacho Cuesta looked as if he were going to give it a miss and then
he stepped forward and asked me to say in Arabic what he was going to say
in English.

      `In about two weeks from now, I shall be here to look after your
eyes and your eyesight. I have no brothers or sisters or family. You will
be my brothers and my family. And when I am finished treating each of you
for any problems you have regarding your eyes--do you see that ant up on
the corner of the roof of the Palace?' and everyone looked up to see
where his finger was pointing. `Not only will you see that ant, but the
colour of the leaf he has in his mouth.'

     The courtyard burst out laughing at having been caught out in the
joke.

     I told Nacho that we would have to get him an assistant and he said
all things in due course. Aziz showed him his apartment in the
overseers' quarters and he put in some preliminary orders.



     A week later equipment started to arrive for Nacho Cuesta's new
surgery. When it was finally assembled, it looked like a science lab in
stainless steel, gadgets hanging from the ceiling, fridges and a hundred
and one items which were never there when years previously I had first
visited the optician as a young boy to get my eyes checked.

     When Nacho installed himself two weeks or so later, I was his first
patient and ended up with soft contact lenses suited for the bright
Dahran sunlight.

     Being a very organised man, he asked me in what order he was to
proceed. His was the least urgent of the medical services, so I suggest
that he start providing his services to the oldest in the Palace and
worked down in age. It turned out that every second overseer or slave
required some form of eye attention, including Aziz, who was his next
patient after me. Aziz had a cataract in his left eye and was almost
blind, but never having been outside the limits of the Aloe Palace or the
new Lime Palace, had been able to conceal the fact.

     Ten days after the operation, Aziz came to me rather sheepishly to
apologise for never having mentioned the fact that he had been
effectively blind in one eye. I asked him how he was now able to see and
he said `like a young man.'

     `Having lived in the Aloe Palace for so long, Master, I think, I
could have walked its corridors with my eyes closed, and never have been
lost. It would not have become a real problem until the move to the Lime
Palace was finally complete,' Aziz said.

     It would be a full two months before Nacho had finished with
everybody including fixing some thirty cases of short-sightedness with
his laser treatment and correcting three cases of slight and one case of
very serious squinting eyes.

     Nacho Cuesta's choice of assistant surprised me. It was Thor, the
young Swede, who was the lover of Andy McTee, the English teacher. I
explained the infatuation with Andy. Thor always seemed to be looking for
a father figure.

     `Yes, he is that is why I want him. I think he will prove to be an
excellent assistant in time.'

     And so it was to be and Thor became Nacho Cuesta's devoted
assistant.