Dahran

This is the 10th chapter of Part One of a trilogy of novels of gay sex.

Keywords: authority, control, loyalty, slavery, punishment, re- training, and submission

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The Changed Life by Gerry Taylor

Chapter 10 - Further examinations

`Rolf', I said loudly, indicating the next slave to come forward.

`Display'.

The Swiss German slave ran forward immediately and went into the ordered position. Once his SIN number was noted down, I went through the same procedure. I opened his mouth by just putting a finger on his chin. My left hand could feel his heart pounding but not at the same rate as the previous slave. I pulled down his lip a little and let my finger run over his teeth. Again, it was a moment of trust, when he could have bitten and done me damage. I touched him all over.

He was very sensitive just below his navel. His belly button being almost flat up against his stomach. His pits were also very ticklish and his firm nipples were extra sensitive. I did not make him any more nervous by playing with them. When I touched and held his cock, he seemed to rise up on his toes. I was not pulling him up. So going very close to his face, I just blew my breath out on his nose and mouth. His heart immediately calmed down and he came back down off his toes. He required no medical attention, or should I say more properly, when talking of slaves, no veterinary attention.

I pointed to the wooden table and without the slightest hesitation he went over to it, got up on it and took up the exact same position which Radek had been told to assume. I noticed that his legs being so splayed were trembling every so slightly.

I first of all place my left hand in his upturned hands and he grasped it firmly. His hand was slightly moist with perspiration from the fear of the personally non- experienced event which he had seen done to Radek. Something akin to getting on a roller coaster for the first time. Elated, afraid, anxious, but keen to go nevertheless.

I ran my right hand up and down the back of his thighs a couple of times, touched his ball sack tight up against his body, and circled his anus a couple of times to make sure that he had lubed himself well. He appeared be well lubed, so I slipped in the middle finger of my right hand. It was grasped in a muscular vice. I pulled it out gently. I asked for more KY and a slave brought it over. I held out my index and middle fingers and let the slave put a very liberal amount on both, showed them to the slave on the table, then I slipped my index and middle finger in again. The extra KY gave the muscles of the sphincter nothing to grip on.

Rolf hands in the middle of his back were holding on to my left hand for dear life. I withdrew and inserted my fingers half a dozen time each time as gently as I knew how, and as I do consider myself an expert on this one area, I did know how. On the seventh insertion, I went to explore the softness of his inside anal passage. It was perfectly smooth.

His prostate was straight in and was the size and hardness of a hazelnut. He gasped out loud which every one in the building must have heard. His hands continued to hold on to mine. I went again over the hazelnut of joy so carefully concealed at the end of his anal passage, and massaging it firmly, I could feel his entire young body tense up, shuddering and quivering at the sexual pleasure building up inside him. I was only working it now with one finger, but one finger was enough.

A single vowel cry started at the back of Rolf's throat somewhere. His sphincter muscles were helpless trying to get a hold on my very lubed finger. Just four times more my finger kneaded his prostate, when the ejaculation started. It spewed out of him in seven or eight pools of semen underneath him. They were so large that they joined up to form a pool the size of an ordinary saucer. Suddenly, his prostate was soft and tender. I withdrew my single finger and smacked him on the butt to get down off the table, with a `Down'.

The two little ceremonies remained. I offered him my fingers and without hesitation he licked it clean in his mouth. I put it in the large pool of cum on the table, brought it to my lips and tasted it. It was sweet-salty. I pointed then to the pool of cum. Rolf hesitated ever so slightly. He was about to each his own cum in front of so many, but his dipped his head onto the table and lapped it up. It took him over a minute and a half to get it entirely clean. He then went back to his original position among the slaves.

To the note-taker, I said, `Prostate: straight ahead Semen: sweet-salty.

Although the next file I had read was that of Flavio Pinelli, I did not feel secure enough of him to have him examined next.

So I skipped on to the Moldavian, whom I called out by name and then order to `Display'. When his SIN number was noted and the two moles in his right oxter written down for removal, I ran my hands over his scalp and discovered two small sebaceous cysts which very to be removed.

My hand went down his belly and he tensed a little. `Dumi, shusssh'. It was understood as easily in Moldavian as it was in English. My hand tried to encircle his cock which was so thick that my fingers would not meet no matter how hard I tried. His cock though cut, was now leaking a little pre-cum at the piss slit. I brought the moistened tip of my finger up, and slipped it into his mouth before he could think about it. In his eyes, there was little defiance only resignation.

I had him up on the table in no time. He had seen what the other two had done and positioned himself. Being slightly smaller his legs splay perhaps two and a half feet. His thick cock was almost like a third leg, it was so big. He was well lubricated, and soon was taking my two fingers in his tightness, which very visibly relaxed after about the fifth or sixth insertion. I found his prostate slightly to the right of his anal passage and as the file had said it was rough and walnut sized, which in fact would have been a good and accurate description. While the others had smooth prostates, his had all the ridges of a walnut.

I stroked his male g-stop walnut firmly and touching it a third time, and extra ordinary thing happened. The tightness of his anus disappeared completely, he shouted something unintelligible and two thick creamy shots of semen landed on the table. His walnut had totally deflated. The hand which had gripped mine relaxed and without being ordered, he hopped down off the table and put his hands behind his back. I gave him my fingers to clean in his mouth and he did it without hesitation.

I tasted his semen which was thick and very creamy. There was a taste of actual nuts off it. I said `Prostate: down and right. Semen: nuts'. Wiping my fingers in the towel, I merely looked Dumi in the eyes and then looked at his pool of semen on the table. He immediately licked it up and I dabbed his lips dry. He actually trotted back the couple of paces to his place among the other slaves.

`Vitali,' I said in a loud voice and the Russian came out running from the back of the other slaves where he had been partly hidden. He was in full erection, some twenty or so centimetres, all of eight long inches and slightly more. He was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum and there was a strand of it right down to his knees, like a little rope from the branch of a tree.

Having got his SIN number, I asked Gus if it were possible to have the black wavy line tattoo removed. I had heard that some tattoos could be now removed by laser. Gus said he would check for that particular type of tattoo saying that it had something to do with the ink used.

He looked a little thin for his weight and I asked Gus' opinion again. He said that it was a little to early to say, that most likely he was naturally thin, if so, we musculature would be well defined, but if over time he was bulked up, he would have to be given a lot of work out exercises to do.

When I examined his penis, his eyes never wavered from mine. He did not flinch when I touched his balls, but the body reaction was there in his cock, which went from horizontal to the floor to perpendicular flat up against his body. It was an extraordinary sight to see such a long penis flat up against the belly of the slave. I had him lick his own cum from my fingers which he did readily, clearly knowing his own cum's taste already.

When it was time to get up on the table, his heart started to beat faster. I thought for a moment that he was going to make a run for it. He said, `Master, Master', obviously wanting to say more but without the words could not. He got up on the table, and his positioning of himself was the most deliberate and slowest.

As I laid my hand on his in the centre of his back, he again said, `Master,' from out under his head touching the wood of the centre of the table. He was clearly frightened but resigned to his fate. Although he was lubed up, I again asked the slave with the KY to put more on my two waiting fingers. I let Vitali feel the wetness of my finger tip on the entrance of his anus. There was no yielding in its puckered centre. Pressing my finger down towards the ground rather than pushing it in against the muscle, I slipped it into the Russian. His hands held mine in nothing short of a vice.

My finger went in literally two inches and ran slap bang into his prostate which was rock hard. He yelled something in Russian. One of the slaves who were of Slav stock understood him and smiled broadly. He bucked each time, I touched his prostate, whether lightly or firmly. On the fifth or so touch, his cock started spurting up along his own body, as it was parallel to the table and flat up against his own belly. It was all over in ten seconds.

I slapped his butt with my hand and said, `Down'. There was hardly a drop of cum on the table, but Vitali's entire chest and belly was plastered with his seed. From his belly I took some and tasted it and found it almost sugar sweet.

I said to the slave note taker, `Prostate: two inches directly in. Semen: very sweet'.

I looked at Vitali and at the table and could not but help laugh aloud. I handed him the towel and he wiped himself clean and going over to the table looked down to see where the stop of remaining cum were and licked them up. I asked for another towel, and a slave went running for it.

As Vitali, returned to his former place, I said, `Bob'. He was the guy who was infertile, though I doubted that he himself knew it. We did everything that the others had done. He seemed very uncomfortable throughout the whole procedure, but for a clear alpha-male that was not unusual. At one point, I thought he was going to cry, but he did not, and I was glad of that for his sake.

When I reported to the note taker, `Prostate: right down. Semen: alkaline'.

I wondered if the infertility had anything to do with the taste. His load had been long and in many spurts. It took him well over a minute to complete the clean up job.

The last slave was Flavio Pinelli, the Italian. I had jumped over him deliberately earlier on because I had felt that he was going to be difficult. He came forward eyes blazing. I said Display' and he did. His heart was the clearest thud, thud' against my hand that I had felt. He radiated defiance. Although erect when coming forward, from what I had presumed was the excitement of seeing naked men being examined, I noticed that he began to detumesce almost immediately when in front of everyone. His cock was all of eight inches long and very very thick, its glans peeping out from a long foreskin, was a deep purple.

When it came for him to get up on the table, and shouted `Non' and something in Italian to the effect that he was not an animal. That much I understood.

Gus motioned to a slave who brought him over quickly something like a long police baton but in what appeared to be stainless steel. He was about to move forward when Dumi, the Moldavian, said `Master, Master'. It made us all look round at him momentarily. His hands were at his side, and with them he motioned to the other four slaves to come forward towards Flavio. Each understood and took an arm or a leg and physically hoisted Flavio onto the table. Two of the other slaves had taken up the loops to tie him up whatever was the normal way, but Dumi who seemed to be in charge of the new slaves, put up a hand and they backed away.

Two slaves put a hand on each of Flavio's shoulders, another two spread his legs wide. The first two held his hands in place on his back. And then Dumi stood back for me to resume the inspection. If Flavio was frightened it could be of a number of things, I could not place my finger quite on what. Then something occurred to me. I called over the slave with the KY and had him put what remained in the tube over my entire right hand.

Two fingers entered the Italian slave easily, then three, then four though a little tight. Adjusting my fingers to form as small a cone as possible, it pushed against the lubricated anus, and my entire hand slipped in, as it passed and touched Flavio's prostate he gave a small cry and shot a single load on the table. I eased my hand out and wiped it on the towel.

I was not quite ready to trust my fingers in Flavio's mouth just yet, let alone a hand. The four new slaves released their hold on Flavio and helped him down off the table. There were silent tears running down his cheeks. His secret which had filled him with hatred and anger was now known. He had been previously fist-fucked and fist-fucked long and hard at that.

I went over to him and wiped the tears off his face. I put my hand on his heaving chest and waited until he had calmed a bit. Then he surprised me by taking my hand and bringing slowly my fingers to his lips cleaned the already cleaned fingers with his tongue. Looking down over the table, he led me across to it, dipped my finger in his sperm and brought it to my lips. It tasted of cheese of all things. He then went over and licked up every last remaining droplet of his own seed. Walked back to the new slaves, and took up the display position. The other five who had been at rest' went to display'.

I said to the note taker, `Prostate: centre. Semen: cheese'

Gus Jennings looked less sure of his comments about my not being able to handle slaves, and he handed the truncheon thing back to a slave. He came over and I told him to keep track of all expenses incurred on the new slaves as I did not want Tariq paying any more than he had. I asked him about the services of a dentist for something I had in mind, and he said dental treatment was usually handed by the vet.

No,' I said, is there a dentist, for instance, that you go to?'

He said that he knew of one and would have him contact me.

I said that I needed to go over to the Aloe Palace to see it and asked could he organise a car. It was the beginning of the Dahran weekend and I did not know if there would be one available. I should have known better.

He enquired, `Any particular type or model?' and walking into the next building there were twenty or so luxury cars in the largest private garage that I had every seen, to say nothing of Jeeps, Range Rovers and sand buggies. I chose a Lincoln as it was the nearest.

I walked out of the building into the sunshine, knowing that I had put my mark not just on the bodies of my new slaves by exploring their every orifice and getting their prostates to function, but also by means of my very first mental contact with them, on their very souls by letting them know their bodies were now mine, and I their Master.

To be continued...