Dahran

This is the 12th 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 12 -- The Dentist

I was not well inside the door of the Villa when the Yuriy bounded in from the back of the house to take my overnight luggage from the driver. I suppose that being a new Master I could be forgiven for not punishing him for not making obeisance upon my arrival. But I suppose the Gud mohrrning, Master' which he said with a heavy Russian type accent and with an ear to ear smile. After that it was Master' every time I looked in his direction. It was quite distracting until I noticed his trembling erection and the wet tip of his cock. I think that he had missed me for the few days and clearly had done nothing to relieve the pressure in his testicles. He would have to wait a little before I could give him any attention.

I went to my computer and checked my accounts in the Grand Cayman. A total of just under 14 million euro. I transferred the price of the Aloe Palace, plus another half million to my personal account to the Deckams branch in Dahra to be ready to pay Abdou.

My cell phone rang and it was Gus Jennings to give me the name and number of the dentist whom he was recommending to him.

I rang the dentist there and then who was actually American. I explained that I had been given his name by someone at Tariq al-Akhri's palace. That was enough of a recommendation.

I said that I wanted dental work done on some seven persons over the next 30 days. He listened carefully.

Finally, he spoke and said, `You have one servant at your Villa here in the capital and six others at Tariq al-Akhri's Palace?'

I replied, `Yes,' but did not correct him further.

`It would be best that you tell me precisely what is to be done. You cannot do this over the phone, so if you do not object when can I call and see you? This is the weekend here, so I am free except for any emergency calls which may come in.'

I told him that I was actually free there and then, and if that did not inconvenience him.'

He said `Perfect' and I gave him the address of the Villa.

An hour later, a large white lorry was at the gate of the Villa and was let in.

Dr. Hal Thiecke introduced himself and handed me his card. Under his name was a string of letters and degrees, including two of the top post grad dental schools in the US.

He said `Before we go in to discuss the business in hand, Mr. Martin, let me show you my surgery.' With very small stainless steel remote control in his hand, he click it once and the entire back of the lorry rose and disappeared into the roof of the vehicle. There was a second whirr and part of the back extended out and dropped to the ground. It was small stairs in non-slip pine with a handrail up into the lorry.

`After you, Mr. Martin.'

I asked him to call me `Jonathan'. It gave me something to say to cover my surprise. State of the art had nothing on this dental surgery. It was not just modern, it was ultra modern with the latest electronic controlled drills, laser, x-ray facility. The works. In the centre, was a blue executive chair.

`Take a seat, Jonathan.'

I did. I was still looking round, when easy listening light classic background music came.

When I looked up, Hal had a spatula in his hand and said, `Open wide.'

I protested that I was not the patient.

He said, `I realise that. I want to know with whom I am dealing.'

He looked, he probed, he pressed on the spatula. He ran a finger over one tooth and finally said, `Horman in Harley Street, I would say.'

I was amazed. `How did you know that?'

`Elementary, my dear Jonathan, elementary. Horman has not changed his bridgework in twenty years. Did you have a tooth done on the Continent by any chance?'

Yes, I had,' I replied, I chipped something in Zurich one time' and he tapped the exact tooth with a finger.

Now, let's get down to business,' he said, what do you want done and to whom?'

I explained as we walked into the Villa that I had bought a place in the country and had now acquired some servants who would be based there. They required some dental treatment to improve and even up their teeth.

In the house, I offered Hal Thiecke a drink, which he declined, but said he would take a fruit juice which I got him from the cold drinks cabinet. I asked him why and how long he worked in Dahra.

He explained that he came here to do extensive dental work on one of the Ministers and had done so the hospital some twelve years previously. One recommendation led to another. Even with all expenses paid, he was being paid fees three times those he was charging in the States.

And he said, `I liked the lifestyle with an abundance of willing servants. Now I have over three million in the Bank and quite a house outside the capital. My regular surgery has more modern equipment than any surgery elsewhere in the world -- and he stressed in the world by saying it again -- and I take July and August off each year hill-walking in the Appalachians or the Apennines, when it is too hot here. What else could I want? And I do know the difference between servants and slaves, Jonathan.'

He let the last sentence hang in the air.

`Hal, you seem to be a man who enjoys life and enjoys his work. I am come into the ownership of seven slaves. I have not bought them. They have been given to me. They are in perfect health, but I thought that I might improve their teeth, I don't know the terms.'

`Tell me precisely what you want and I'll tell you if it can be done.'

`I want them to have nice even teeth, you know, sort of film star teeth.'

He looked at me and waited, then he burst out laughing, `You want their teeth capped and evened. I though that you might have wanted some more specialist type of work done. Sorry for laughing, but I have had some surprising requests in the past twelve years. Believe you me I have done some specialist work like no where else in the world.'

`Yes, capping and evened I suppose. Nothing more.'

`Where are your slaves?'

`One is here. The other six are at Tariq al-Akhri's palace.'

`I know it. About an hour out of the city. The slave who is here can I see him?'

I rang the bell and Cook came in immediately. `Tell Yuriy to come here immediately as he is.'

Less than two minutes later, a naked Yuriy came into the room, slightly damp. He had been taking a swim. He immediately made obeisance to me.

`Sit,' I ordered.

The dentist went over to him as he hunkered on his heels.

`Open wide,' he said.

Yuriy was looking at me. I opened wide my mouth. He followed suit and opened wide. I said to the dentist that the slave did not understand much English.

The dentist produced a small clean spatula and hummed and hummed away to himself as he examined Yuriy teeth top and bottom. Finally satisfied, he said, `He has beautiful strong teeth. Three fillings that appear to be Russian, but absolutely no problems there. May I ask one thing? Is he on a particular diet?'

I told him of the slave diet. He said, `Keep him on it. It is the best one around. I follow it three times a week myself. Those biscuits have everything that is needed by the human body, as long as they are followed by all the water the body needs. I ask, because if he is going to be on this regime, I can take out those unsightly grey fillings and put in enamel amalgams, so you would never know he had a filling in his mouth at all.'

`How much would this cost for one slave,' I asked.

`Normally for what you want twenty thousand dollars. Not all his teeth need capping and some are quite even, but all in all, I would say close enough to that figure.'

I looked at him slightly surprised at the fee, but then as they say if you have to ask the price you can't afford it. However, my banking training always gets to the bottom of the cost of things.

`When can you do all seven?'

`You're serious?

`Yes.'

`I am off on vacation from the end of this June for two months, so it will have to be this month. I presume that I will have to go to them that they cannot come to me.'

`Not that they cannot, Hal, but it would be easier all round.'

`I would calculate, Jonathan, that each, looking at your slave here, can be done in a single day. Each would have to be kept calm the following day. With this type of job, the slave will get a general anaesthetic and everything is done in one long session. I am presuming that all the slaves are in good health. That night they are bedded down and kept calm the following day when the anaesthetic has worn off. It is more sore than painful, as I will have had they mouths wedged wide open for a good eight hours. So, no heart problems or such?'

I said `No' -- not that I knew of.

`So, when would they be free and available?'

`Anytime.'

`Fine then, I shall call here first and do this one first.'

`When and how do you wish to be paid?'

Half now, half when finished. As you have seven to be done, let me charge you only for six. So, US$120,000.

I wrote him a cheque on my private account for $55,000, the dollar being less than parity, and handed it to him.

He said `9 o'clock tomorrow, it is then.'

Yuriy was still hunkered down when the dentist left and I ran my fingers through his tight hair as I went by him. He flashed me an already good smile.

I went to bed early that night and thought that it was time to really put Yuriy through this paces in bed. That night I thought he yelled and gasped in ecstasy more than any other night and I have found that his perineum is becoming a delight to lick and to tease.

I took him for the first time on his back and made him keep eye contact with me at all stages so that I could judge his reactions and my own success in performance. His muscular legs rested lightly on my shoulders, and I took him harder that I had ever taken any of my previous lovers.

There is a little trick I have when fucking a lover and that is to think of balance sheets or bank accounts, and you never get close to cumming, but stay excitingly hard. That occasion was no exception.

I flipped Yuriy on his knees and took him doggie style which allowed me some very hard penetration. He is particularly appealing when his legs are back over his head and his powerful buttock muscles cannot protect his arse hole, but he is delightful when his legs are splayed wide on his hands and knees and his pink asshole is being well and truly furrowed and ploughed. He grunted a few times at the force of my insertions that evening, but made no complaint or effort to have me stop. When I felt close to cumming, I stopped to take a breather.

That evening however, he looked me in the eyes and putting a hand on my chest, pushed me back onto the bed, he has half twisted around me, but then put his knees on either side of my hips. My cock had not gone down. Sitting astride me, he reached back and took it in his hand and brought it to full erection, the kneeling upright he brought his anus down to my cockhead and started to let the weight of his own body force it inside himself.

The flange went in. Yuriy had a bead of sweat running down the side of his face, which was a study in concentration. Little by little, he lowered himself onto my girthed 16 centimetres of hard cock. I did not move a muscle. It was his act of submission, of impaling on the altar of worship. All of two long minutes later, I was fully inside him by his own manoeuvrings. For the next fifteen minutes, he raised and lower himself on my manhood and I let him feast of my virile strength, that is until he started to clench and relax his sphincter muscles. That sent me over the edge inside him.

When I was spent, he became inventive and massaged my body for over an hour using a combination of touch, frottage and light oil. I wondered where he learned to do that or was he simply being even more inventive?

But as they say one favour deserves another. That Even he had not ejaculated at all despite over two hours of intensive love making, so I took his still erect cock in my mouth and working my tongue along his glorious flange and frennulum, within minutes he was clutching the bed clothes as he groaned in pre-ejaculation ecstasy. When he shot it was like his previous eruption in the limousine, copious, sweet, pulse after pulse which a less experienced lover than I would have failed to cope with.

I also discovered another thing after he had come. The tip of his entire penis was extremely sensitive, so I took it again in my mouth and every fifteen seconds or so ran my tongue over and around it. He was half-sitting up in the bed as I sucked away so sensitive was the cock-head. When I raked my teeth lightly over it, it was as if he had been given an electric shocked and he shuddered and erupted yet again. Yuriy Obov learned to be submissive to his Master's wishes that night, and when I made as if to suck his cock head again, he shook his head so violently with a `No, Master. No, Master' that I had to laugh. I would not have had the energy anyway.

But as a Master, that evening I had learned at least one totally sensitive zone on my first slave, which if ever the occasion arose could be used to re-train him in total obedience.

To be continued...