This is the 15th 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 15 -- Quick changes
I moved to my new home the Aloe Palace within a week determined to put my stamp on it. I had two modern windmills installed one at the deep well so as to pump all the water needed for the Palace and the grounds. Although there was a natural flow to the water, it did appear that the water extracted, no matter how much, was replaced rather quickly. I had an engineer come to install both and to calculate the rate and flow of water to tell me how much irrigation the flow would cover in this climate.
I was surprised to learn the a simple small -- to my mind -- flow of water twenty four hours a day would suffice for almost twenty acres. The second windmill at the far corner of the grounds of the Palace was to boost the electric current in the storage cells in the outhouse.
I also had solar panels installed on the roofs of all buildings other than the Palace itself to boost the supply of electricity and I was planning to create a reservoir so as to be able to irrigate all the fields. In this part of the world, water is simply the most important of natural assets, well maybe, after the world's fourth largest reserves of oil and the fifth largest reserves in gas.
It gave me a great deal of personal pleasure to rearrange matters to my own taste in both the Palace itself and in the slave quarters, where I made some adjustments which later would come in handy for ensuring the obedience and servitude of the slaves. While I am not a sadist, I do believe that it is best to stop a matter quickly, if severely, and nip it in the bud before it got out of control.
I put Yuriy, Jiri and Ross at the disposal of Aziz to get the Palace in order. Ross was shocked when he finally realised that he had not been `rescued' by me, but that he had actually been bought and was now my slave, would wear the slave ankle bracelet and was there to please me whenever I needed his services of any nature. I explained matters as best I could to him, and said that he would be frequently in my bed.
Tariq al-Akhri dropped by one evening to see how I was getting on and I walked him round the Palace.
He laughed and said `Jonathon, it is very very empty. I remember staying here with my father as a child, and then it was very packed and humming with activity. How on earth are you getting things done with only the overseer and three slaves?'
I said that I would have the other six properly trained from his Palace within some weeks.
He said `Let me help. I shall send over a couple to help you until yours are ready.'
`Well, if you insist, but if you are going to send some over then include Food and Drink.'
He looked at me not understanding, and I realised that I had called the two body slaves by my own nicknames for them. I explained and he roared laughing.
That,' I said, reminds me of something I have for you' and I brought him back into the Palace and presented him with the golden fly swish as a token of my appreciation for his thoughtfulness. I said that I had deliberately chosen the simplest and plainest of patterns in the gold because it looked most beautiful that way. He was very pleased with the present.
He asked what I was doing Thursday week and I could not think of anything being on that day. He said `Come with me as my guest to the birthday party of our eldest brother Rashid who will be fifty.' I agreed.
Food and Drink and two others arrived the following morning by Transit van. They looked frightened on coming out of it and I suppose that they had never really been outside Tariq's Palace and grounds. On seeing me, they both gave a yelp of glee and hurdled over and made obeisance so quickly their heads barely touched the ground before they were kissing my feet.
The other two had their heads firmly on the ground until Aziz got them to move. He seemed pleased to have the extra staff for the amount of things which had to be done, and he swished his new black onyx fly swish with the importance of his authority.
The days went by and every day brought a new delight. I had the Bank's driver installed in one of the servants rooms. He was not a slave, but an actual employee of the Bank, but a small payment convinced him to up camp from the capital and re-locate to two rooms where everything was free.
In this way, I would rise at 5.30 in the morning, after a pleasurable night with Yuriy who was mastering his squatting technique to perfection, and be in the limousine on the way to the Bank by 6.00, so as to be there at its office opening at 7.00. At that hour in the morning, there was normally little or no traffic, except in the last few minutes of our daily journey. One of the great advantages of that early morning journey was that it gave me time to do my homework. With 15 branches of the Bank around the world and various departments in London, there were at least 20 monthly reports to be digested. I tried to digest at least one a day and usually managed to do so.
One thing I did in those days was to transfer half a million euro into Gustav Ahlsom's account so that he would not be short should any further Swede come on the market. He seem genuinely shocked at my generosity and said that he would inform the Embassy. I told him to do no such thing that it was a personal thing out of respect for what he was doing, not a political thing.
I also took the New Concorde from Bahrain to London for our monthly July meeting on the 16th. The board looked very pleased with the inflow of deposits into the Dahran branch and it gave me a chance to do some housekeeping and an hour's shopping in London. But it was literally a 30 hour visit and no more.
The driver was waiting for me at the airport as I got off the interconnecting LearJet from Bahrain, and that night I spent it in and up Ross, but did not come until I had him shoot twice, with a shout and a whimper, and only then did I take him a little more roughly than usual. Ross was developing an all over tan which made him look very very beautiful.
Rashid's birthday party had to be seen to be believed. Whether he wanted to impress, or whether being fifty was the big thing, I do not know but all his wives and children were there, all his brothers and their wives and their children. There must have been over three hundred of the wider al-Akhri family at it. I was the only European that I could see.
There were presents everywhere, almost like a children's party. Everyone had something large or small for their father or uncle, or in-law, but generally they were small presents capable of being presented by hand.
Tariq had told me, when I had enquired of him what to bring that Rashid liked silk and any item of clothes in silk would be more than acceptable. I felt a little embarrassed by my gifts because they had to be carried in like two big long logs. The children thought it very funny and even behind the veils of the wives, I could see the odd smile.
As Rashid had made a big fuss over each of the presents, opening them and giving his children and nephews big kisses, he could hardly fail to open mine which were a bolt of pure cream coloured silk with every fiftieth thread in actual gold -- 50th birthday and all that, and a bolt of a new type of mohair which had silk woven into the fabric. The first bolt, when a few yards were unrolled, glimmered in the illumination of a thousand lights and the second looked burnished grey and was the softest and lightest of fabrics.
Rashid's gimlet eyes gleamed in pleasure. I explained to him that rather than me giving him a garment which he might not really appreciate, he could have his tailors do what he wanted with the bold of silk and mohair. He actually clapped his hands in pleasure, and some of his wives came forward to finger the cream silk and he whooshed them away before they laid claim to it.
The presents of the brothers were different. Each gave a top of the range car and we had to go out and look at the gleaming superb models - each hand made, hand tooled and individually monogrammed. Even I was shocked at the
lavishness of the gifts, none of which could have been less than a million dollars.
The evening was itself cool and with the sheer number of children and wives inside, I welcomed the breath of fresh air. Abdou al-Akhri, the youngest brother, from whom I had purchased the Aloe Palace, came up to me and we started chatting. He, too, I think was feeling the noise of the children and the hullabaloo inside so we began to walk around the Palace. Abdou was talking about his work in Geneva, which he loved as a city and as a cross-roads from where he could be anywhere by air in Europe in three hours. I discovered that he had a small LearJet.
As we talked and walked from one courtyard to the next, I think we were almost fully round the Palace at this time, I first spotted the figure of a naked slave sitting on the ground pouring water from one jug to the next. It was only when we were in the courtyard that it became apparent that he was sitting in front of another slave who was strung up under an archway, his feet barely touching the ground.
The slave was almost unconscious and, although deeply Tanned, was Caucasian. He was also severely burned by the sun and as we drew close, myself more in morbid fascination than anything else. Abdou was at my side.
The face and lips of the slave was a mask of cuts where the skin had split, the blood had oozed out, and over his upper body there was that light sprinkling of dusty sand which comes when the skin has dried and too much salt has been lost.
Abdou barked something. The slave seated on the ground became aware of our presence and putting down the two jugs made obeisance to us. He answered Abdou's bark with something about the other slave not obeying the Master
and even daring to spit at the Master.
Abdou again said something which I did not hear, my mind being in a tizzy at such senseless cruelty, and the slave on the ground still in half obeisance said the slave being punished was useless as he had never wished to work, and what caught my ear, was that the slave was English.
I was going to go and give the hanging slave some water, but Abdou said that it would be best not to interfere and that giving him water even at this time might just prolong the agony a day further, that this was a punishment to the death for grave insult to the Master and that if the slave died quickly the following day it would be more merciful.
Needless to say the fun of the birthday party had evaporated for me. Abdou and I walked in to the Palace and almost collided with Rashid who was surrounded by a number of the children. With a piano-like fingering of the air, he made them run off, and turned and thanked Abdou once again for his present, which I think was some type of Rolls Royce, and he thanked me for my gifts which he truly enjoyed and said he was in my debt.
I decided that I could no longer stay in that Palace and apologised saying that I had to return home, as I had a number of things to do the following day and calls to make to various parts of Europe. A thought was germinating in my mind, and I said `It is also a problem having a new house and so few slaves trying to get so many things done so quickly.'
Rashid quickly offered to help where he could, but I said no thank you, that I would get by somehow. I then pretended that I was having second thoughts, and said `What I really need are one or two slaves to do the most menial farm work. I saw one being punished just now in one of the courtyards. He must have no value to you. I should buy him from you and have him clean out my stables. What would you say to that?
Rashid saw that he had walked himself into a corner.
`He is yours, Master Jonathan, with my pleasure.'
`For the price you paid for his purchase.'
Rashid was going to saying something, but smiled and said `For the price I paid for him.'
And if you have another useless slave, I will buy him as well. But now I really must go, or I will never get tomorrow's work done' and I bowed to Rashid, and said Again, happy birthday'.
Abdou was at my side and had said nothing in the past few exchanges. When Rashid had gone inside, he finally said `I am very glad you did that. The slave would not have lasted another day. I have seen this before. My brother follows some of the old tribal rules too closely. I will not condemn him because he is my brother, but sometimes his actions do bother me.'
Rashid's head of household came rushing out, apologetic that I was leaving and that the Master had said the sale of a worthless slave had been agreed.
I said Yes' but with Abdou at my side and my annoyance at the whole issue was bubbling in my veins, In fact, the Master has sold me his two most worthless slaves, to work cleaning out my stables.'
Abdou taking up my cue, said, `Yes, the one being punished in the courtyard and do you have another you want to get rid of.'
The head of household immediately said, `Of course, Master Abdou, I personally would like to get rid of one or two lazy slaves, but perhaps, it is not night for the Master here to be burdened with this Palace's worst. What will he think of me? What will he think of the Master?'
The courtyard, where the suspended slave was, was in fact the courtyard in which the main body of slaves were housed. It was around 9 o'clock in the evening now, and we entered the slaves pens, which were a series of stables and cages inside the doors under the arches.
`Who is your worst slave here and I shall have him to clean my stables?
The head of household had switched on the main lights and the slaves were sitting up, woken up from the darkness of their confinement, wondering what was going
on. He quickly walked over to a pen and said `This one is useless for anything else but cleaning out stables.'
`He will do. Take him out. I have to be off to my Palace.'
`Now, Master?
`Now.'
The head of household unhooked the pitiful and filthy creature who was hooked by a light chain to a wall. He was painfully thin, naked, with various lashes on his shoulders and back, and looked Middle Eastern.
`He is a useless Kurd, Master,' the head of household leading him out.
My driver had by this time brought the limousine around. I took a rug from the trunk, and told the Kurd to get into the trunk. It took a push and a shove from the head of household to get him in. Perhaps, he was not too intelligent. Perhaps, he did not understand Arabic.
I put the rug in the middle of the floor in the back of the limousine and had the driver and the slave who had been sitting on the ground with the water, to get the suspended slave down and laid out on the rug in the back of the limousine.
I told the head of the household to get me four litres of water which came quickly in large Perrier bottles. I also told him to have the papers on both slaves with me the following day.
I thanked Abdou for his company. He just nodded and I had the driver get me out of there as fast as possible.
I spent the return journey pouring tumblers of water down the slave's throat. It was like pouring water into sand. It simply disappeared and more was instantly needed. I was afraid that too much water would be just as bad and so eased off when I had given about two litres of it to the half-unconscious slave, whose body upon closer inspection was an open sore of sunburn and broken flesh, and whose body odour in the closed confines of the limousine was ripe, if not revolting.
It was nearing ten o'clock by the time I was back at the Aloe Palace and everyone was asleep, they thinking that I was over-nighting as I had told them at Rashid's Palace. However, as we had gone directly to the slave's quarters, I had the driver quickly roust Yuriy, Ross and Jiri, and each of us taking a corner of the blanket, brought the new slave into their quarters. I had the driver follow with the other slave who looked totally mesmerised upon being taken out of the trunk.
It seemed to click with Yuriy what had caused the problem and pointing to himself and towards the Palace implied that he needed something from there. I signalled him to go, and he sprinted across the yard to the Palace.
I told Jiri to get the other slave under the shower and thoroughly washed - inside and out - and they both went off to the showers.
Yuriy had now sprinted back and two large tubs of margarine or some such spread in his hands, he quickly undid one and plunged his hand into the spread and started to put its cool contents all over the body on the blanket. Ross took the other tub and started to do likewise.
Within minutes, the slave was covered in a yellow salve from the scalp of his head to the soles of his feet. Yuriy went to the limousine and took the remaining bottle of Perrier and started to dribble it between the broken lips.
Jiri led in a damp figure which was the new slave. He himself was soaking wet where he had too been under the shower cleaning up the new arrival. I went into the store room and got some of the light blankets which are used in the region, and indicated an area in the pens where the new slave could sleep. He seemed very young. He was also very frightened. So I gave him a blanket, and putting two hands under my jaw indicating sleep, pushed him to his floor bed of the night. He covered himself with the blanket almost in an cocoon shape and two minutes later, when I looked, he was fast asleep.
I said to Ross come to the Palace for the night. He dropped his eyes and said, `Boss, can I stay with Yuriy tonight and help him look after this poor creature. I think he is almost dead.'
I was going to rebuke him for his lack of obedience, but though to myself that after that evening I was in no mood for arguing or, indeed, for sex, but I handed over the blankets I had brought in and went into the next pen and told Food and Drink to follow me. They had been awakened by the commotion and had been looking out their door.
I was not an active participant in sex that night and left it to their inventiveness to give me pleasure which they did until midnight, and with one on either side of me, I was spooned for the rest of the night.
To be continued...