This is the 18th 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 18 -- Routines
I love the change my weekends bring and my weekend had started well. I had broken Greg Logan far more quickly than I had hoped to believe. I therefore had a little more time on my hands that Friday morning and afterwards. I called Aziz in to discuss the running of the Aloe Palace, a place I was getting to like more and more as my home.
Cook was really getting to be a pain, so I told Aziz about Flavio being able to cook. So for the next week, Flavio would be in the kitchen with Cook to see how things got on.
The slaves' day was now organised as follows
06.00 piss, shit, showering and shaving of the buddy and then vice versa. The shaving of body hair was clearly laid down. Then each buddy would milk the other, as the other wanted it, but they were not allowed to fuck. Some preferred to be sucked off, some pulling themselves off while being rimming, some were sucked and finger fucked off, one merely sat on his buddy's chest and jerked himself off.
06.25 breakfast on two of the slave biscuits with lots of water.
06.30 manual labour and tasks until the heat of the day started outside in the farther fields.
10.30 light tasks inside the buildings and out of the heat.
12.30 two hours hard training in the gym and swimming pool. Ali, Jiri and Ross, of all people, had to learn to swim from scratch. It turned out that Rolf had been an amateur swimming coach and taught them for half an hour each day until they could do twenty lengths of the pool unaided.
14.30 two hours of learning. This was new to Aziz. But I thought it was essential. It was fine to gesticulate to Yuriy in the privacy of the Villa in pidgin heaven knows what, but it is quite another matter to have to give specific orders which all will understand.
First, I wanted all who had no Arabic to learn the basic 3,000 words of the language so that they could be understood by others. So each day, they would learn 20 new words and be re-examined on twenty of previous days. Aziz took great delight in doing this for half an hour.
I then had Bob and Ross teach those who had no English to speak it. Bob was assigned Ali, Dumi, Jiri and Vitali, while Ross was given Radek, Rolf, Flavio and Yuriy.
After a week, Greg asked humbly if he could teach English as well. So, Dumi and Yuriy came over to him on a trial basis. There was some sort of contest between them all to see who could excel over the others.
16.30 manual labour in the fields and gardens nearer the Palace.
18.15 piss, shit, shower
18.25 dinner on two of the slave biscuits with lots of water.
Although three biscuits might have done for Food and Drink and the two layabouts, Aziz had them working so hard that I agreed with him that all should have a total of four biscuits each day.
While some Masters can be cruel, I felt I was not, and Food and Drink had the job during the working hours of making sure that plenty of water was available to all outside working in the heat.
18.30 two hours easy training in the gym and relaxation at swimming pool.
20.30 was thirty minutes of making love to your buddy in any way that you, not he wanted, but no fucking.
As Greg was without a buddy, I assigned him Food and Drink until they were to return to Tariq, their true owner. In their case, it was the other way round. They really initiated him to man to man sex in every aspect of cumming and wanking and fucking. With their total lack of inhibitions, when a cry could be heard from the pens as I did often look and listen it, it was more likely from Greg as one or other of them found a new sensitive spot on him as they were the only ones allowed to fuck.
The two layabouts seemed contents with their own company.
21.00 the lights when out, and the buddy slaves spooned each other until a new day.
Two things happened on the Saturday of that weekend.
The dentist, Dr. Hal Thiecke dropped by, to see how my own teeth were behaving after their capping. He was just about to go on vacation to the eastern US seaboard and for a walking trip down some trail in the Appalachians. I was in fact delighted to see him and called in his six former patients and he was delighted with the over all effect.
I told him that I had acquired a further four slaves, they being Jiri, Ross, Ali and Greg, and upon my invitation said they would be his first patients in September on his return, which they were in due course.
The second visitor for the weekend was Gus Jennings, waving his new black onyx fly-swish, and saying that Tariq would be delighted to sell to me Food and Drink and the two layabouts, whose names turned out to me Mehmed and Mamoud.
Gus mentioned the price for the four and he added, `I think, Master, the price is fair for the four of them.'
I wrote him a cheque for the four there and then and saw that the actual price per slave was seven thousand euro. Food and Drink must have been around the ten K euro apiece and Mehmed and Mamoud, the two layabout slaves about four K euro apiece.
I asked Gus and the dentist Hal to stay that evening for dinner, and knowing of Cook's complaints about forgotten items of food and the inability to get them quickly, I went out and spoke with Flavio and finally got the message through to him with Bob's help that I wanted him to do the dinner.
His only questions were for how many? I held up four fingers as I wanted Aziz to be present as well. And at what hour? I said for seven. He flashed me and Bob a dazzling smile and dashed off to the kitchen. I told Bob to go quickly and tell Cook to take the evening off -- the driver would leave him in to the city - and that Flavio would do us something. Cook took off like a flash and said he would be back on Monday, which was fine by me.
Gus said that had a suggestion for me, but that I might want to think about it. He had heard of an overseer who had become available and was looking for a position as preferably a stables overseer like himself. The man was Russian and had been a major in the army in the transport section. His name was Ivan Urlov.
I asked how he had become available, and Gus said that he had killed two slaves who had failed to respond quickly enough to training. The Master of the slaves was particularly annoyed not only at the financial loss but at the inconvenience of having to have two new slaves trained from scratch. He and his stables overseer had separated.
There was a message somewhere in there, that while overseers had extraordinary powers, there were limitations both expressed and unspoken in that power and Ivan Urlov had overstepped that boundary. I said that Urlov should visit me during the week and that we would speak.
Hal and Gus got on quite well. Both had visited various places in the States and were soon talking most amicably. As dinner time approached, I call in Aziz and asked him to join us. He was very surprised at the invitation obviously a first in his book, and even more surprised when we went in to find a table laid out -- by Bob, it appeared -- with the Aloe Palace finest wares.
The dinner was remarkable and Hal even asked who the chef was. We had a cold cucumber soup with cream and fennel. This was followed by an amuse-gueule of caviar on ice -- I had not known we had caviar in our stocks. A rack of succulent lamb followed with a rosemary herb dressing sitting in a bed of haricots verts, mangetout and baby sugarsnap peas, with saffron and chickpea risotto. Dessert was a vanilla pod ice-cream with a double chocolate sauce, and Earl Grey tea and plain biscuits. The wine had been a Fleury of the early nineties. Aziz would only take water throughout.
Hal Thiecke said, `I don't think I have eaten this well since I last dined at Claridges'.
`I know I haven't since I arrived here in Dahra,' Gus Jennings commented.
Aziz merely helped himself to more Earl Grey. He did not praise slaves and knew who had cooked the meal.
Gus Jennings made his excuses quite early and left. Hal, I invited to stay overnight and not return to the capital until the light of morning. I mentioned a problem of one of the slaves, not mentioning Flavio's name, of having a very distended rectum and anal cavity from some severe fist fucking and if he had ever heard of anything that could be done about it. He said that he had not but would ask a surgeon colleague.
As it so turned out, there is a surgical procedure for tightening the anal passage, as indeed for the vaginal passage, and vice versa. When I found out that it was possible, I had the best surgeon in Dahra attend Flavio in the slaves' section of the capital hospital in mid- August when most of the private clients were away and the surgeon was not busy.
I had the pleasure two weeks after Flavio's release from hospital of bedding him and his cries of joy resounded through the Aloe Palace as his g-spot was hit with precision and regularity. As I am an expert lover, I was not worried about hurting him, but I told Bob to treat Flavio's ass with tender loving care as soon as Bob was permitted to fuck ass. They having become fast lovers, and Bob had received some private rimming lessons from Ali Tasani, or so I thought.
The meal which had been such a success, thanks to Flavio, was sufficient for me to confirm him in his position of cook, though I said to him that the meal was only passable and that he must try and do better next time, he seemed pleased with the modest praise.
Cook returned the following week to the capital and took up a position immediately in one of the Embassies with glowing references from the Bank! It is curious how we unload our problem people with a good reference.
Flavio, on the other hand, prepared a weekly list which was delivered each Monday by my driver to the supermarket and which was in the trunk of the car that evening. Flavio never stated that he was ever missing anything after each weekly purchase. Which just goes to show.
The following week Ivan Urlov arrived in the afternoon before I had got back from the Bank, and had walked around the yards and stables and the fields and gardens. He had met various of the slaves while working and had put some of them through their paces, as he said to me `to see how fit they were'.
`And were they?' I enquired.
`No, Master, they are not.'
I held my comment thinking of the work Gus Jennings had done on them and on the fact that he himself had recommended Urlov for working at the Aloe Palace, a fact which Urlov knew.
We had some finger food for dinner as they say. It had been a particularly hot day and a large meal was out. I asked him to stay overnight, as I had things to do, but that at dinner the following evening, if he could spare the time, we might perhaps be able to make a decision.
I let him know that I might wish to change the direction of things at the Aloe Palace which might or might not require a stables manager. It was how I finally would approach the running of the fields and the grounds.
Out of courtesy, I asked him if he wished to bed one of the slaves. He said he would and that he had seen a Czech, whose name he could not remember -- I thought that was a lie -- but let it go. He describe Radek, whom I had sent up to his room in the servants quarters.
I went, as my custom has been every evening I am in the Palace, to see the slaves before being bedded down. Normally, they stand in `display' mode after their ablutions and then go in with their buddy for the night. However, Yuriy was the last to go in. In fact, he was deliberately hanging around not to go into the communal cell, not that it is locked, but merely its open barred door closed over for the night.
Yuriy suddenly fell at my feet, kissed them and putting my foot on the nape of his neck. He was trembling and saying, `Yuriy good. Yuriy Master. Yuriy Radek.' It was to the limits of his English vocabulary. He was clearly upset about something and I finally made sense of what was trying to say.
Ivan Urlov had met him that day in the fields where he was working. I remembered that Yuriy being Kazakh spoke Russian and had been a captain in the Kazakh army, so no chicken he, as his tight asshole had proven when first I made his acquaintance.
Urlov had made him run on the spot as they say for 30 minutes in the full sun and then said that he would have him and his Czech lover, a fact which he had discovered somehow, any time at all when he became stables overseer to the Master. And I had unwittingly given Radek over to Urlov for the night!
I calmed Yuriy down and said that he and the Master were like two intertwining fingers and showed him what I meant putting my two index finger in a link. He nodded vigorously. And he imitated this that he and Radek were like two intertwining fingers, saying `Yes, Master. Yes, Master.'
Just about to leave, I saw that Greg was still standing at the door of the cell where Food and Drink were. He came over and to my surprise took the display' position. He should have in fact taken the obeisance' position, but it was late and I was not going to argue.
`Master, permission to speak?'
`Rest. Yes, what is it?'
He went to the `rest' position.
`Master, permission to speak frankly?'
Now I was intrigued, and nodded affirmatively.
`If Urlov stays, Master, slaves will die.'
`Why do you say that?'
`Because I have seen his type before?'
I noticed that his nipples were exceedingly engorged and one was actually torn, having been previously bleeding. I went to touch them and he jerked back instinctively before my fingers touched his chest.
`What happened here?' I asked.
`You can say, Master, that he had me on my knees in less than a minute.'
`Go to sleep,' I replied and switched out the last light on the way out.
The following morning when I had finished breakfast, I enquired from Aziz where Ivan Urlov was and found out that he had gone to look at the fields.
`And where is Radek?' There were glances between Aziz and Bob who were both present.
`He is in the stables, Master,' Aziz replied.
`Master, he flogged Radek. Radek had to be carried out. He could not walk this morning. The Russian flogged him because he would not scream,' Bob blurted out.
It is one thing to give a guest a bed companion. It quite another matter for the guest to abuse hospitality, even if that hospitality is nothing more than a slave.
I went over to the stables, and the first sound I heard was crying. Yuriy weeping, tears freely flowing down his face, was on his knees beside Radek who was prostrate on the pallet bed. From his neck to his lower back and backside and thighs was a mass of weals. There was not a single cut in the flesh. It had the flogging of a very experience wielder of a cane.
Yuriy looked up at me in his helplessness and continued to try and pour some cold water on Radek's caned back. On a sudden impulse, I went over and looked between the cheeks of his bum. His hole was still intact.
Aziz was at my side and I told him to get something to relieve Radek's pain which he scuttled off to do. I was due in the Bank for some important meetings, so could not delay long. I shouted for Vitali who spoke Russian who came running and told him to get Ivan Urlov that I would be waiting at my car, as I was in a hurry.
I waited some three or four minutes for Urlov to be found and to get around to the front of the Palace. When he arrived, I told him that I would not be hiring him as my stables overseer. I was still seething at his actions.
He said slyly, `Have I done something to displease, the Master.'
`No, overseer, it is not what you have done. It is what you not done. You failed to tell me you are a sadist. And you failed to ask my permission to flog one of my slaves without even being in my employ. Good day.'
I never saw him again. But I subsequently heard, from Tommy Elford in Tokyo of all people, who has the strangest of contacts in the former Soviet states with access to the most arcane of databases, that Ivan Urlov was never in transport but in a special interrogation unit where there were as many dead after interrogation as there were alive, and that he was also HIV positive.
When I heard this I closed my eyes and was glad that Radek had not been raped as well. But I nevertheless had Radek checked out subsequently. The last thing I wanted would be to have a rampant disease among the slaves.
To be continued...