This is the 17th 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 17 - The breaking of Greg
The following morning I had Yuriy bring Greg in to me after breakfast. He had been, of course, been given no clothes. It is quite amazing what a simple good's night rest can do. He looked alert.
Yuriy made an obeisance touching his forehead on the floor. When Greg did not, Yuriy even tapped him on the foot as if to remind Greg of what he was not doing. Greg still did not kneel.
To Yuriy, I said, `Up' and went over to examine the newest arrival. While he had a lot of blisters and cuts in his skin, as I ran my hand over his back and buttocks, his skin contracted and he trembled slightly.
Easy, boy,' I said, I am merely seeing that you are all in one piece.'
`I am not your boy,' he literally snarled.
Yuriy, who was standing near, not understanding the English, but certainly picking up on the tone of the snarl, suddenly looked to the ground as if it had seen something very interesting.
We shall see, slave, what name you are called when your training is finished and you are broken in to my wishes,' I replied. Do you acknowledge me as your owner and Master.'
You are not my owner, I am a freeman and you are not my Master, he answered.
`To-day, you can think about that, but tomorrow morning I want a definite answer freely given. Otherwise, I shall obtain an answer from you when you have been broken, and then your answer will be forced from you, and that let me assure you now, it will not be pleasant.'
I told Yuriy to take him to the fields where the two layabouts usually worked and left it at that.
I doubted that my new slave, Greg would have anything different to say in the morning, so before leaving for the Bank, I checked exactly what was in the re-training room. I set out a number of items, - collar with some clips, some Velcro restraints, a beautiful camel cane just over three feet in length. I found an electric vibrating dildo about 7 inches long with a ribbed head which rotated according to the setting.
But most interestingly of all, under some dust covers were two leather covered table, with various leather straps attached to the sides. A slave could be place on them, hands fastened to two of the corners, and legs splayed out almost as if doing the splits on the other side. Three small handles underneath allowed different sections of the table to highered or lowered at will. In one of its drawers were three small corded whips each about two feet long, each of a different number of strands of corded twine. They were quite light until I flicked one of them against my leg and nearly collapsed with the stinging pain. Time was pressing, so I had to leave my exploring and go to work.
The day seemed long and I found myself frequently thinking of Greg Logan and how he would have to be broken. The weekend was upon us and I thought that it was the best and most opportune time to do it and to really take him in hand.
On arriving home at the Aloe Palace, Aziz brought me up to date on the day's activities. He had all as usual very much in hand. I was told, amongst many other things, that Greg had been helping out somewhat in the vegetable gardens but it had been clear that even the laziest of the two layabout slave had been doing more than he.
The slaves had showered and been given their food and were about to be bedded down for the night. I said I would inspect them. They made obeisance as I arrived at their quarters and then went to the `display' position. All except Greg who just stood their defiant in his demeanour and rebellion in his eyes.
I told Aziz to put a collar on Greg and to fasten his hands behind his neck. This is done easily with Velcro straps which have a simple link which clicks onto the collar. The strongest man is thus rendered helpless in his upper body, unless he charges or tries to head- butt you.
I ran my hands over their fine bodies, their short haircuts still a little damp after their shower. They stood exceptionally proud, strong lithe bodies, and defined sinews of strength and manhood or rather of strength and slavehood.
`I think I will swap you round this week and give you each a new buddy.'
Although they were at display, there were some sideways looks, when suddenly Ross moved and catching Vitali by the arm pulled him forward towards me and they both knelt down, rather Ross did pulling Vitali down with him.
`Master, please don't change us. We are working very well together.'
Vitali had not understood what was going on and was just kneeling there.
`And becoming lovers no doubt.'
Ross gave one of his smiles which was really now a wide cheeky grin, `Yes, Master, that as well.'
Blushing right down his neck, Bob took Flavio by the hand, and knelt down as well, `Master, please do not change us either,' and both he and Flavio kissed my feet.
In turn, each of the other new slaves, as I thought of them, came forward, having started to guess what was going on. Finally there were only Food and Drink, and the two layabouts, and Greg standing, the first lot at `display' and Greg insolently there.
Food and Drink and the layabouts realising that they were on their feet alone now with Greg, and sensing his hostility towards me, dropped to their knees.
I suppose another week with each other will help you each bond better with your buddy.' There was a chorus of Yes, Master.'
With that Bob nudged Flavio who shuffled forward on his knees and, looking back at Bob who nodded at him, said in very heavily accented English, `Master, I can cook,' and cast his eyes back again to Bob who nodded that it had come out ok. It was a total non sequitur, but in a way it was a statement that he wanted to do better for me as Master than he had been doing to date .
I looked at Bob for an explanation, who added, `Master, he saw Cook prepare your evening meal for you one day and said how bad it was. In Italy, all his family cooks apart from whatever else they do. He thinks - he knows he can cook better for you.'
Again, I looked at my Canadian slave, and said, `Does he not know any more English?'
`Master, he only knows a few words and I am teaching him some more as we work and train together.'
`And as you make love together as well, I presume.'
Bob went totally red and merely added `A little, Master.'
A plan had formulated in my mind.
Saying, Up' to Flavio, I looked at the slave whom the others had to hold down for his prostate examination some weeks ago. His build had firmed up. His body had toned up. I shall remember the offer to cook.'
Turning to Aziz, I said in Arabic, `get them all bedded down for the night' and to beckoning to Yuriy and Radek, I told Greg and them to follow me. I went into the re- training room with them and closed the door behind me. It was only then realised that the room itself was soundproofed.
Turning to Yuriy and Radek indicated to them to get Greg on the table. He did not like being manhandled but soon was lying face down on the table. I took one of his arms, unhooked it and fastened it firmly with a strap to a far corner of the table, similarly his other arm.
Greg was now lying flat across the table on his belly his arms fully extended. His legs were together and over the side nearest the door. I took a strap from the corner of the table nearest his left leg, and let Radek slip the left ankle into the strap. Yuriy had the other ankle waiting for me on the other side.
What had been a supine figure now was an x-shaped figure, whose legs were splayed wide almost like a gymnast doing the splits. But Greg was no gymnast and you could see the muscles straining already as he tried to move and take even the weight of his lower body and thighs off the his legs stretched out straight on either side of him. I tightened and raised the straps and he groaned as the extra pressure hit his straining muscles.
I told Radek and Yuriy to wait outside the door which they did and went into `rest' position outside as they closed the soundproofed door.
I raised the centre section of the table underneath Greg's body, so that it looked as if he was lying on a small vaulting horse. His body on the table portion of it, his legs splayed over one of the edges, his balls and cock hanging down, floating in the air. Again, he groaned but did not say anything. He must now have been already in some considerable pain.
I went round the table and took the cover off a small table which was at the level of his eyes, where some of the items I had earlier selected came into his view. There was a large tube of lubricant, the large black dildo of about 14 inches in length over which I let my fingers run. There was also a small dildo-vibrator about seven inches long in black rubber with wires leading down to an electric plug. There was a long feather and a long thin three foot camel cane. In a clear glass beaker, there was a dull yellow liquid and, beside it, two long-sticked cotton buds, and beside these the knotted cords of twine.
Greg,' I said dropping down on my hunkers at his eye level, this is the re-training room. You are here now, only with me. There is no one else here to hear your screams or anything you may wish to say.'
`If previously you were trained as a slave and just happened to forgot something important, this is where you would be re-trained to get you back to being an obedient slave. I believe you have never really been fully trained. You have been told how and when to piss and shit, how and when to sleep. But your mind is still obsessed with yourself. There only one thing a slave must be obsessed with, which is his Master.'
`Now remember this and this fact only this evening. Everything which happens to you here this evening will be doubled tomorrow evening, and the following day tripled, until you break, and break you will.'
`Greg, do you acknowledge now that you are a slave and that I am your Master?'
A stream of obscenities issued from his mouth. He must have gone on for thirty or so seconds. He had not acknowledged me as his Master.
Taking up the three foot cane, with slow deliberateness, I ran my fingers down its length letting him see every inch of it, and then going to the side of the table, where he would have had difficult in seeing, I brought it down three times with all my force on his left buttock. His screams bounced off the walls of the re- training room, not because of the pain of the stroke but more because of the jerking of the body putting a strain on the split legs.
Standing then directly behind him to the right, I did the same with his right buttock. His screams were equally loud. It was not that the blows were heavy compared to a full whip, but being suspended `in the splits' position so to speak, made the pain double if not treble in intensity.
`Greg, do you acknowledge now that you are a slave and that I am your Master?'
He shook his head from side to side.
I brought the cane down, perhaps with not such force again, three times on the tender back and underside of each of his thighs. Though I had not broken his skin at all, his screams were no less loud than previously, and if I was beating raw flesh.
`Greg, do you acknowledge now that you are a slave and that I am your Master?'
He again shook his head from side to side.
I went around and looked in his eyes which were bulging and bloodshot. He was trying to mouth something, but I put a finger to my lips as if to indicate silence. I ran my hand down his back, on which there was now a sheen of perspiration, though the room was cool, and certainly not warm.
Before his eyes, I stripped off. I had the beginnings of a hard-on from my exertions. I took the tube of lubricant and slowly applied it to my cock now hardening by the second. Greg seemed to realise what was about to happen as he tried to move his arms, but in doing so, moved his body which put even more pressure on his legs.
I went behind him and positioning the height of the table so that his hole was directly in line with my perpendicular cock. His anus was suffused pink on the outside and as its sphincter muscles being pulled apart by the locking apart of his legs, it was brightly pink at its striated centre. While it looked moist, I had put no lubricant on it, I don't think the slaves at shower time would have dared touch him there to put any on it either.
I placed the tip of my penis against the anal passage, so tight that it like touching the stretched canvas of an erected tent. Bending back slightly at the hips, with one fluid movement, I pushed forward.
At that precise moment, a number of things happened. Greg Logan lost his anal virginity. He roared, it was not a scream -- as my penis drove fast down his rectum and into the cavity beyond. My cock, though lubricated, felt as if it was being pushed into a tight glove of sphincter muscle which clamped down on my cock as if in a vice like grip.
There was a split second silence, and then his shouting began. `Take it out. Get it out. Get the fuck out of me. Get it out of me right now., Take it the fuck out,' and this was followed by a series of personal insults directed at me which I shall not repeat, suffice it to say quite a lot of expletives, one or two of whom I had not heard before and which I presumed he must have picked up in the Commandos.
I let the tirade subside somewhat. I was quite excited sexually at the vice like grip of his anal muscles. After some thirty or so seconds, I pulled back and without coming out of him, pushed in again, with all my force. I kept this up in synchronisation with his curses, expletives, demands, threats and heaven knows what else. Then he started repeating himself.
Mockingly I said, `I thought the Royal Navy would have taught you a little more than that. Now you are repeating yourself over and over.'
And I continued a brutal thrusting in and out, at times almost fully out of him, but never so, and then crashing back in for over forty minutes.
While I am quite an expert on fucking, there is only a limit to which you can go, without actually sensing the tensing of the balls as the sperm prepares to ejaculate. I felt after almost three quarters of an hour my semen rising in me and I spewed it out into Greg Logan's anal cavities.
When I pulled out, I found that there was a small trace of blood on my penis, indicating a tear somewhere on his rectal passage due to his tightness and the penetrating size of my cock.
I dried the perspiration off myself and cleaned by cock of any lubricant or anything else, and dressed myself.
Hunkering down beside his face, I said, `Do you have anything to tell me?'
He could barely move his head, but said, `Go fuck yourself. Go to hell, you bastard.'
`As you can see, Greg, I am only going to concentrate on one spot this evening. Your anus. You are now deflowered. You are no longer a virgin, an anal virgin. In that regard, you no longer have a market value as a slave. So while you rest a little after that deflowering, let me help you smile a little as your relax.'
I took up a long feather, something akin to a goose- feather from which our ancestors would have made a quill, and proceeded to touch his anus, from its centre to its edge with the very tip of the feather. He did not wish to laugh, but soon he was screaming laughter and the pain of moving and trying desperately to get away from the tip of the feather.
Again, after some fifteen minutes, hunkering down beside his face, I said, `Do you have anything to tell me?'
He could not answer trying to catch his breath, but shook his head.
`Greg, you disappoint me. But in a way I am glad. This is the first of many nights on which I am going to enjoy your body, every pore of its skin, every square inch of its surface, as I find you pain and pleasure points, and break you to my will.'
I took up the knotted cords which felt rough to the touch. I let them run over Greg's forearm, so that he could see how light they were. Going back around him, I stood between his stretched legs and taking aim with the small corded whip landed the tip of the twined lash right on his puckered orifice.
The voice he had lost, he now found it again, and the walls echoed his wailing scream. My lash, though right on the most sensitive of spots of the external human body, had not broken the skin. The puckered pinkness had seemed to swell a little as if there were a welt on the centre of the anus.
I took aim a second and a third time. While the second lash of the whip was more on the buttock that on the arse hole, the third one was spot on and he screamed and screamed again. I felt quite pleased with myself as two out of three bulls-eyes were not all that bad at all.
Pleased with myself, I again lower myself to his eye level. There were tears in his, I not know whether of pure pain or humiliation or what. I could not read past the blur.
`Greg, I now seriously ask you to say, if you have anything to tell me. Don't try replying until I finish speaking. Don't have me apply my three last little items for today. Let me tell you what they do. The first is a vibrator which will be left on for a full hour. Once inserted in your rectum, with its flanged head, nothing but a good strong pull, will ever get it out. It will cause you to come by massaging your prostate so much, you will be in total agony. I will not switch it off for a full hour once I switch it on, even though you change your mind half way through and want to tell me something.'
`The second thing is this flask you see here. It contains a very diluted hydrochloric acid, in fact 99 parts water, and one part acid. But once I insert this cotton bud right up your urethra, your piss hole, being saturated in the acid, you will experience more pain, than ever you thought possible to bear. Of course, you will bear it, because the acid is so weak, but it is where it is going that will be the cause of the pain. As I say, pain such as you have never even dreamed of.'
`The third is simply a dildo some thirty five centimetres long and fourteen or so in diameter. Once inserted in your arse, it stays there come hell or high water for 12 hours, and when I take it out, you will never have trouble shitting again, and anyone will be able to fist fuck you with ease.'
`So what will it be? Eenie, meenie, mynie, moh!,' and my hand stopped on the acid.
I moved around again between his legs and kneeling down between them stroked his balls and cock, which while not engorged was certainly not flaccid, with the tips of my fingers. There was an erotic moment as the penis swelled under the touch and I took it in my left hand.
`Well, then Greg, here goes' and I dipped the cotton bud in the yellow liquid and inserted the bud just inside the tip of his urethra. His scream was immediate and went on and on and on.
Then I heard a single word, Master' in a strangled voice and then over and over again, Master, Master, Master....'
Greg was trying to say the word, to gasp and to cry at the same time. Tears of defeat and shame at his own weakness, and the humiliation for him of his situation of a slave hit home.
I cupped his chin in my hand and looked him in the eyes. There was only despair and defeat there.
`What are you?'
`A slave, Master'
`Whose slave are you?'
`Yours, Master.'
I went to the door and called in Radek and Yuriy, and told them to release the slave, to bring him to the showers, and to shower him inside and out, and then to bring him back to me. They half dragged the unresisting Greg out.
I took my toys and put them back in a cupboard, and the flask of piss, for it was no more than that, I poured down the sink. An ounce of psychology is world a pound of pain!
Ten minutes later a freshened up Greg was back half supported between Radek and Yuriy, as he had not fully recovered the use of his legs. As they came, Radek and Yuriy quickly made obeisance. And Greg struggled down to do so.
The other slaves in the common cell were fast asleep.
Yuriy,' I said, keep him warm between Radek and yourself tonight. If you want to use him, use him.'
`Yes, Master.'
As I was about to switch out the last light, I saw that Food and Drink were looking at me from the cell on the other side, having been awakened by our earlier entrance. I motioned them out and the hopped out with big grins.
After a hard day's work, it is good to be able to relax, and I fancied some relaxation after all the hard work of breaking Greg's anal hymen so to speak, and more difficult still, in breaking his spirit to his Master's will, to myself. Clutching the firm buttocks of the grinning Food and Drink I frog-marched them up to my bedroom for the night.
To be continued...