Date: Sun, 22 Jan 2012 03:57:21 -0800 (PST)
From: Christian Debus <servus4u@ymail.com>
Subject: "The Bezistan Chronicles" Chapter 4  Gay Male / Authoritarian

THE BEZISTAN CHRONICLES
Chapter 4: Journey to the Airstrip

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Chapter 4: Journey to the Airstrip

Rashid's anger is palpable. The good humour with which he'd left the dining
room- thanks to the entertainment provided by the African and Italian
slaves - has now dissipated. His anger at his two ponies manifests itself
in him savagely applying his whip to their backs and flanks.  Shackled by
their wrists to the shafts of his carriage, the ponies are unable to avoid
his cruel onslaught. With each fresh cut of the whip they lurch forward in
their harness in a vain attempt to escape the lash.

Rashid's anger isn't only because they fouled the front steps of his
palace; as ponies they know this isn't allowed and they had been trained
not to do so. He always prides himself on being a considerate driver in
that, when he uses his ponies for any extended period of time, he ensures
they are adequately watered and periodically given the opportunity to
relieve themselves - and they know this. They should have waited for just
such an opportunity.

No, his anger also lies in the fact that he must now punish them and punish
them severely.

It isn't in Rashid's nature to allow any insult or an assault on his
dignity to go unpunished. This applies equally to slave or freeman. If a
freeman offends Rashid, the very least retribution he can expect is slow
financial ruin over a period of time. At worst, he can find himself
spirited away into Rashid's vast herd of slaves.

However, to be effective, the punishment of a slave has to be immediate and
harsh. And the severity of the punishment rests exclusively with Rashid. In
his mind the two ponies are deserving of the direst of punishments. To that
end, he decides they will each receive twenty strokes of the whip at the
end of the day and, tomorrow, they'll be sent into the fields to
permanently work as draft slaves. There, they can urinate and defecate
unimpeded as the need presents itself.

The two ponies have served him well over the past two years and, until
today, he'd always taken great pleasure in driving them around the
estate. They possess a beautiful symmetry that Rashid appreciates.

Perfectly matched, their magnificent bodies are delight to behold. He
watches as the powerful muscles in their shoulders and backs flex and
strain under the sheen of their sweat. He looks at their strong thighs and
legs powering along the driveway and he takes delight in the way the
muscular globes of their buttocks undulate as they run. Almost lovingly, he
applies the lash to their asses. As usual, both respond by thrusting their
harnessed bodies forward.

Rashid's thoughts now turn to replacements for these two
ponies. Immediately, he thinks of two recently acquired Australians still
under training. He will need to enquire of his estate manager whether or
not they are ready for him to drive. Annoyed by this unnecessary
distraction to his routine, Rashid once more applies his whip to the
ponies, this time to their shoulders. At least, he can drive them hard for
the rest of the day.

Leaving his palace behind, Rashid now guides the ponies onto a road leading
to the airstrip that will take him through the estate's extensive market
gardens and orchards. These are a source of great pride to Rashid and,
whilst they are one of the smaller enterprises in his family's vast,
business empire, they are his favourite.

This estate has been in the hands of his family for centuries and is now
much larger than the original, desolate holding taken up by his first
ancestors. Prior to that, his ancestors had been simple, desert people who
travelled into the African interior raiding for black slaves for the
lucrative, Middle Eastern markets.

Later, as they prospered, they built the grim, stone fortress now known as
the Bezistan and extended their slaving activities to acquiring white,
Christian slaves from the corsairs who roamed the Middle Sea seizing ships
and raiding coastal, Christian communities. These unfortunate victims were
carried by corsair galleys to a point on the coast nearest the al-Bahr
stronghold and then driven overland in slave coffles to the newly built
Bezistan.

Here, they were processed and trained into slavery before being driven on
to one of the many slave-markets supplied by the al-Bahr clan. Over the
years these white slaves were eagerly sought out by the discerning buyer
and as the demand for them grew so did the al-Bahr wealth.

Over the centuries, countless thousands of white slaves had trekked from
the coast to the Bezistan and beyond to the slave-markets. Their bare feet
had worn paths through the desert which are still visible today. The bones
of those slaves who'd not survived the tortuous treks still lie alongside
those paths bleached white by the merciless desert sun. Today, they serve
as ghostly reminders of the al-Bahr family's earlier, sinister activities.

Rashid always regards this as the original source of the family's wealth
and for its current good fortune. For that reason, he places great
sentimental value on the Bezistan and he has chosen it to be both his home
and the headquarters for his business enterprises.

Over the centuries the al-Bahr have diversified and expanded their business
interests and today they are among the richest and most powerful families
in the region. Rashid's father, Prince Youssef has close ties to the
country's ruler, whilst his older brother, Prince Ali is being groomed to
take over from his father. Rashid, as the second son, is in charge of the
family's vast business empire which includes the Bezistan.

Anxious to be at the airstrip for the arrival of his new shipment, Rashid
urges his ponies into a faster pace. The thought of these new slaves helps
to brighten Rashid's disposition. There is something exhilarating about
looking over a shipment of newly enslaved, young men. Their sense of utter
disbelief and bewilderment as they are unloaded from the cargo plane and
into the transporters waiting to deliver them to the Bezistan is highly
amusing.

As the cages containing them are carried out of the plane by his slaves,
the newcomers see, for the first time, the fate that now awaits them. He
wants to be on hand to witness both their arrival and distress.

The thought of their disbelief and despair makes him chuckle!

The road takes him through irrigated, green fields and orchards and as he
looks around he is gratified to see that his slaves are gainfully employed
under the whips of his overseers.  Depending on the tasks they are assigned
to, all the slaves are bent to their labours of digging, hoeing, planting
or harvesting the high-grade fruits and vegetables that are so popular in
the supermarkets of Europe and Asia.

Yet more slaves are ploughing fields ready for future plantings. These
slaves, heavily yoked in pairs, strain as the pull their single furrow
ploughs through the resisting soil. To encourage them in their labours each
pair is assigned an enthusiastic overseer armed with a cruel whip.  The air
is rent with the sounds of cracking whips, cries of pain and the overseers'
loud exhortations to the slaves to 'WORK HARDER'. Rashid is well pleased
with all this industriousness.

Travelling along the road with him, in both directions, are drays drawn by
teams of twenty, naked slaves. These slaves all wear heavy leather harness
and are yoked in pairs of five rows of four abreast. The drays travelling
in one direction are heavily laden with the harvested produce of the fields
and are heading for the processing and packing sheds. The slaves hauling
these drays are obviously distressed. They strain under their yokes and
thrust into their harness to keep the fully laden drays moving
forward. Walking on either side of the team are two overseers, armed with
long whips. These whips are constantly moving over the sweating, straining
bodies of the team seeking out the back of any slave deemed by the
overseers not to be giving of his best effort.

As he drives past a team of straining slaves, Rashid is reminded of the
images from his schooldays of the Trek Boers of South Africa who used
similar whips to keep their ox teams moving. Disdainfully, he sees no
difference between the four-legged oxen used by the Boers and the two
legged, 'white oxen' he employs at the Bezistan.

By contrast, the drays moving in the opposite direction are empty and are
on their way back to the fields for another load. The teams pulling these
carts are enjoying the brief respite that an empty load affords. However,
as no time is wasted in returning them for another load; they are urged to
move at a faster pace than a fully loaded dray.

As much as Rashid loves the surrounding desert landscapes, he is always
uplifted by the cool greenness of these fields. They are made possible by
the inexhaustible supply of water from the aquifers buried deep beneath the
harsh, desert sands. Rashid has installed a series of pumps and waterwheels
that continually bring water to the surface and keep it flowing through the
water channels which criss-cross these fields. These pumps and waterwheels
are all powered by slaves and operate, ceaselessly, for twenty-four hours a
day all year round.

Suddenly, out of the heat haze, Rashid sees the bulky, stone building that
is the Bezistan. He knows within its grim walls there is feverish activity
in preparing the pens and equipment for the induction of the new arrivals
into their slavery.

And, of course, his trainers are still working on those slaves scheduled
for sale at the next auction. No doubt, his trainers are honing the skills
of these slaves who are destined to be sold as pleasure slaves. The thought
of the slaves being put through their hoops by his trainers puts Rashid in
good humour and causes him to laugh out loud.

Rashid's thoughts now turn to this morning's conversation with his beloved
father, Prince Youssef. Finally, the old man has realised it is time to
ease back and allow his older son Prince Ali to represent the al-Bahr
family in the political affairs of the capital.

Rashid welcomes his father's decision to return to the Bezistan. Here
Prince Youssef will be able to live a relaxed lifestyle more in keeping
with his age. Both Rashid and Ali have been concerned for some time at
their father's poor health. Grossly overweight, it is almost impossible for
the old man to walk any distance without the assistance of his body slaves.

Rashid knows his father will want to involve himself in the many activities
of the Bezistan, particularly those that concern the slaves. Youssef enjoys
nothing more than travelling around the fields looking for any dereliction
of duty on the part of a slave; such transgressions are always punished
immediately and harshly. Rashid suspects that life for the slaves is about
to become much harder with his beloved father's homecoming.

Rashid has decided to order a purpose built litter to enable his father to
travel around the estate in comfort as well as a specially designed
carriage. Rashid will need to discuss the allocation of slaves to serve as
his father's litter-bearers and as ponies with Geoff, the estate
manager. He knows Geoff will be delighted to hear that Prince Youssef is to
live permanently at the Bezistan.

Both men have great love and respect for each other; many times Prince
Youssef has stated that Geoff - or Kareem - is his third 'son' and he has
always insisted that Geoff share in the bounty of the family's
fortunes. There is also the impending visit of his teenaged nephew, Achmed,
his brother Ali's eldest son, due home from his school in the UK for the
long summer break. He will need a young slave to serve him during his stay.

Perhaps the young, Greek slave he saw this morning and who is awaiting his
return is a suitable candidate. This is another matter to be referred to
Geoff.

Thinking of Geoff, Rashid realises it has been sometime since they last
shared a bed together.  Unfortunately, the affairs of both men cut into
much of their spare time and from Rashid's perspective this is
unsatisfactory. It's true that within his palace he has a wide choice of
slaves to fuck. However, for Rashid, the fucking of a slave isn't the same
as sharing his nights with Geoff.

Whilst time spent with a slave is most enjoyable, it is about him
satisfying his own considerable, sexual urges and exerting his power over
the submissive slave. With Geoff it is different. Each has a mutual love
and respect for the other and his time spent with Geoff always has a
soothing effect on him.

Lying in bed, with Geoff's strong arms wrapped around his body, he feels
secure and temporarily free of the many tensions of his hectic lifestyle -
he knows this sense of security goes back to their school years when Geoff
protected him from the school bullies. He longs for the touch of Geoff's
hard body pressed against him and he wants to feel the hairs on Geoff's
body exciting his skin. But most of all, he wants to feel Geoff's hard cock
inside his own body.

The thought of Geoff waiting for him at the airstrip spurs him on.

With an impatient slap of the reins against their shoulders and the shouted
command to "Hup, Hup" both ponies break into a faster pace; Rashid further
encourages them with a series of well-aimed cuts of his whip.

Now, the only sounds to be heard in the still desert air are the rattling
of the wheels, the pounding of the ponies' feet on the compacted roadway
and their ragged gasps as they gulp air into their tortured lungs. Rashid
watches as individual beads of sweat form on the ponies' shoulders and
coalesce into little rivulets to slowly trickle down the broad sweep of
their backs before being channelled into the valleys between their muscular
buttocks.

Suddenly, ahead of him, Rashid sees distorted shapes and figures emerging
from the shimmering heat haze. At last, he has reached the airstrip with
time to spare.

Pulling back on their reins, Rashid slows the ponies to a walk and guides
them to a spot alongside Geoff's trap. Immediately, a slave races forward
to take the reins from Rashid and tethers his ponies beside Geoff's
pony. Then hastening back, the slave falls to his hands and knees alongside
Rashid's carriage and offers his back as a step down. Rashid steps out of
his carriage and pauses briefly on the slave's back as he sees Geoff
walking towards him. Stepping down he hurries towards his lover.

Both men warmly embrace and linger in each other's' arms. Rashid clings
closely to Geoff and breathes in the pleasant, warm, masculine scent of his
strong body. As he ruffles Geoff's tousled, tow-coloured hair, he feels his
cock harden and begin to throb. Through their tight embrace he feels a
reciprocal hardening in Geoff's groin.

"I've missed you Kareem. My bed is cold without you." Rashid whispers
hoarsely.

"I've missed you too, Rashid." Geoff replies. "But what's this about your
bed being cold. What about your new body slaves, aren't they are able to
keep you warm?"

"They are delightful. But they're not the same as having you spend the
night with me. It's been too long since we last made love."

"I know, Rashid, I know. But you have been away on business and since your
return I've been busy preparing for this new shipment of slaves. Give me a
couple of days to see the new slaves through their processing and then I'll
have plenty of time to be with you. Perhaps we can even spend time with
your new body slaves. I haven't had a proper inspection of them as
yet. Tell me, do they live up to your expectations?"

"In every respect, yes they do. It will be fun to explore them further with
you. I look forward to this, but please Geoff, let it soon?"

"It will be, Rashid. I promise. But tell me what's been happening?"

Geoff listens patiently to all that Rashid has to tell him He expresses his
delight at the news that Prince Youssef is to take up residence with them
and comments that His Highness will, as is his practice, involve himself in
all aspects of life at the Bezistan. He laughingly agrees with Rashid that
life for the slaves will, undoubtedly, become very much harder as 'Prince
Youssef is a hard taskmaster.'

He offers to find the eight or ten slaves to serve as bearers for the
prince's new litter and to find suitable ponies. He listens sympathetically
to Rashid's diatribe against his ponies and, as the punishment of slaves
usually falls within his jurisdiction, he assures Rashid that both ponies
will be soundly whipped later that day and then permanently assigned to a
plough.

Mollified, Rashid now asks. "How are the new Australian ponies coming
along, Geoff? Are they ready for my use? Would they make suitable
replacements?"

"Yes, they're ready and will meet all your requirements. We've had them in
training for two months and now they are ready to begin work as permanent
ponies. Their spirits have been tamed and they are broken in to both whip
and harness. They have been taught to work as a pair and they respond well
to all commands in both English and Arabic. Their bodies have hardened and
their muscular definition is more pronounced than when they first arrived
and of course they are kept smooth. Their hides have become `sun-hardened'
and are a deep honey colour. They are truly magnificent and worthy of you
Rashid. I've driven them on a number of occasions and have been very
impressed with them. The credit for all this rests with Faris, the
stable-master. I'll inform him that you will be using them as of tomorrow."

"Thank you, Geoff. As always I can rely on you. Oh! There's one other
matter I need to ask you about. When I left the palace earlier I noticed a
young slave I'd not seen before. I understand he's from the stables. What
can you tell me about him?"

"What do you think of him? He's magnificent isn't he? He's a Greek and the
progeny of my pony. You may remember buying them as a father and son pair
five or six years ago. And before you ask - yes, he's a virgin. I've always
kept him separated from the older slaves and ponies to ensure he remains
so. But now he has reached maturity and is ready to join the other slaves
in the stables and I can no longer protect him from them. So this morning,
I arranged for him to deliver your ponies to the palace and to wait for
your departure. I knew you would notice him and that, no doubt, you would
want to be the first to fuck him. After all as his owner you are entitled
to the first bite of the cherry. Am I correct, Rashid? You do want to fuck
him?"

"Yes to all your questions, Geoff," Rashid laughs. "Yes, he is magnificent,
and yes, I do want to be the first to bite his cherry as you so
indelicately put it. I've given Daoud instructions to prepare him and place
him in my apartments to await my return. This evening, I will awaken him to
the true reality of being a slave. But after that - what is his future to
be?"

"He'll serve as a pony - that was always my intention. But why do you ask?"

"As you know my nephew, Achmed is to spend his school holidays here at the
Bezistan. He'll require the services of a slave for the duration of his
stay and I think the young Greek would be eminently suitable. Although, he
obviously lacks sexual experience and this deficiency would need to be
rectified. What do you think, Geoff?"

"Well the slave is pleasant-natured and obedient and would serve Achmed
loyally, I have no doubts. But, like you, my concern is for the slave's
lack of sexual experience. And what about Achmed; how experienced is he?"

"Have you forgotten what we were like at Achmed's age?" Rashid laughingly
asks. "I would think Achmed is every bit as adventurous as we were at that
age."

"I take your point, Rashid. Achmed is at an exciting time for a young man
and I'm sure he'll want to experiment with his slave. There's still a month
or so before his arrival - time enough to have the slave trained in how to
serve a master. Leave it with me. I'll make sure he makes Achmed's visit
both enjoyable and memorable."

Suddenly, their conversation is interrupted by the sound of a distant
aircraft. Looking to the north-west, Rashid and Geoff see a dark speck in
the sky.

"As usual, the pilot's right on time." Geoff comments.

Strolling to the edge of the runway, Rashid and Geoff pass the two
stationary transporters and their teams of draft slaves waiting to take the
new arrivals to the Bezistan. The slaves, too, are looking in the direction
of the approaching plane; they know that this brief respite from work is
about to end.

At the edge of the runway, twenty, naked slaves are huddled in a group
under the watchful eyes and whips of their overseers; their assigned job is
to unload the cages containing the new arrivals from the plane once it has
landed. As they approach both men are assailed with the stench of unwashed
bodies, stale sweat and the lingering smells of urine and excrement.

"Let's move upwind from them. They're pretty ripe." Geoff suggests to
Rashid as he wrinkles his nose in distaste.

Rashid watches eagerly as the plane lands and taxis to a standstill on the
runway. Impatiently he waits for the pilot to cut the engines before
hurrying out to take up his position at the plane's rear. There he waits
for the plane's loading ramp to be lowered. Soon he is joined by
Geoff. Both men are anxious to board the plane and view the cargo of new
slave recruits.


To be continued......