Dahran

The Time Line by Gerry Taylor

This is the fifteenth chapter [ex twenty two] of a novel about gay sex and present-day slavery.

Keywords: authority, control, gay, loyalty, slavery, punishment, retraining, sex, submission

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Chapter 15--Agnosticism

There were few at the August meeting of partners in London. The board meeting was only half-full with the others video-conferencing in from holiday resorts for the two hours. Thankfully, it was all reports and nothing contentious, allowing us to end on time, and for me to give my excuses for the usual lunch.

I met up with my son, Richard, for a midday sandwich close to where he worked and we walked down the Embankment seeking a bench on which sit and eat our grub.

`Jonathan, you won't get annoyed with me if I say something? Will you?' he said to me.

`Of course, not. What a thing to say!'

`I've applied for a job and there's a good chance that I may get it. It's precisely what I want at this moment in my career.'

`Excellent. The World Bank or where?'

`Not quite. I have applied for a Senior Executive position in long-term planning with a national central bank.'

`That's wonderful. And you think you might have a chance? Where is it?'

`In Dahra.'

`What?' I said abruptly.

`I knew you would be annoyed.'

`No. I mean, yes. No, I mean no. I don't know what I mean. When did this happen?'

`It was advertised in the Financial Times at the beginning of July and I sent in a detailed profile as they requested, and last Friday, they interviewed me. A Mr. al-Akhri even flew in from Geneva to interview two others and myself....'

`And?'

`It all went very well until we got down to the section on the application form where it asked for references. I put down the senior partner's name in the firm and I had put down also your name. I should have told you. Mr. al-Akhri asked me how I knew you and I said you were my father.'

`That must have been a moment.'

`In fact, Jonathan, it was. I think the interview actually stopped there, because it was all light and joy after that, but no serious questions on the work I was doing, and Mr. al-Akhri was looking at the other two interviewers who were looking at him. If the first part of the interview had not gone so well, I would be in doubt, but the leading interviewer from the Central Bank of Dahra said I was the top candidate so far that they had seen. I do know, because they said so, they were interviewing only three of us in London.'

`Don't get your hopes up, Richard, they will have interviewed everywhere the Financial Times is read,' I said trying to defuse a situation which I did not know how and where it would explode.

`I don't think so. The ad and the documentation said "Interviews in London. Attendance costs covered". At least, that's what I think it said.'

The rest of the sandwich lunch break sped by. Richard had to get back to work and I had a phone call to make.

`Abdou al-Akhri, please?'

`Who shall I say?'

`Sir Jonathan Martin,' I replied into the mobile as I looked down the Thames.

`Jonathan?' Abdou was on the line.

`You're back in Geneva?'

`Yes.'

`You're in London for your regular board-meeting?'

`I have just been informed of an interview for a position at the Central Bank.'

I could hear Abdou laughing at the other end.

`You are a dark horse, Jonathan. I had it down to ring you tomorrow when you were back in Dahra. You didn't know of the application and interview?'

`Not an idea.'

`What do you want us to do with the application?'

`You mean that you are seriously considering it?'

`Definitely. He is the best of a very good bunch. In fact, he is superlative and exactly what Tariq is looking for. It's a sort of link between the national Bank and the Finance Ministry in their long-term planning. You know how the Sheik is on that topic of planning for when our reserves finally run out in fifty or so years time.'

`They are now up to fifty? I thought it was forty.'

`Now you know a Dahran state secret. The application?'

`You decide, Abdou, on a professional basis, and on that alone.'

Three days later, Richard rang me at the Bank. He was ecstatic.

`Jonathan, I've got it! I'm going to Dahra! We are going to be together finally.'

I could not stop his enthusiasm and I really did not know what to say other than offer my sincerest congratulations. I shared his enthusiasm and offered my sincerest congratulations. At the same time I could see problems looming and hoped that time as usual would offer solutions.

The thought came to me that I should visit Fiona and Jack, and I asked Jack one morning at the Bank over coffee when they would be free so I could drop out to talk with them both which turned out to be two days later.

Fiona's unfinished comment as I arrived at the Wisteria Palace that evening was Great minds think alike, Jonathan...' and we gave each other a hug. Jack and I were about to go and see you.'

Two of their Scottish slaves came in with some dainties, cheese crackers and water biscuits, and fruit juices on a tray. Young Thor was to hand placing serviettes on our laps as we sat down. The healthy glow of his skin, as indeed the grooming of the two Scottish slaves, who did not have a spare inch of fat on their physiques, showed that their Mistress and Jack had a firm hand in the control of the household.

Jack waved the slaves away.

`Jonathan, I have to reply to London about the post in Rio de Janeiro. We are so looking forward to going there. But the Palace here and the household slaves are the problem as you may have guessed. We wanted to seek your advice,' and he reached out and took Fiona's hand in his.

I looked at these two who in many ways were still young love-birds and said straight out, `there is only one thing both of you can do and that is to sell the Palace and the slaves lock, stock and barrel. After all in Dahran law, the whole lot is only property.'

We were thinking that as well, Jonathan,' Fiona said, but the question is to find the right buyer or buyers. The household slaves are fellow Scots after all, and while we owe them nothing in law, they have served us well and we both feel more than a sentimental bond towards them. But we and the bairn now have to move on.'

Jack was nodding his agreement.

`Good analysis, Fiona. I see that Jack is for this as well. If you are selling, I know of a buyer.'

You do?' Jack said. Yourself?

`Heavens no, Jack, I have all the Palaces I need and slaves as well. Now, that is not actually true as I am going to need a final batch for the al-Kadir property. No, I have a buyer for you. I'd say he would get on with the Scottish slaves okay, and the five others. Are Thor and Andy still an item?'

`Indeed, they are. Can you say who the buyer would be, Jonathan?'

`Yes,' I said with as enigmatic a smile as I could manage.

`Well who then, if you don't mind me asking?' Jack insisted.

`Your cousin.'

`David? I didn't think he wanted to move from the Lemon Palace.'

`No, your cousin, Richard Black.'

`Who?' Fiona and Jack said as one.

`You have a new cousin, Jack, my son--Richard Martin Black.'

There was a look of bewilderment and incredulity on both faces.

`I suggest we refill our glasses with something a little stronger than fruit juices, and I will raise a toast to the new member of my family as I tell you his story.'

Fiona had rung a bell and Thor was back in to us in a flash.

`Champagne and three glasses, Thor.'

`Yes, Mistress, immediately.'

`Well, enough of the suspense, let me tell you both the story of Richard Martin Black,' and I began my story.

Half an hour later, Jack made his first comment, apart from telling Thor who had arrived with the champagne, to pour out three flutefulls, `He's coming to Dahra?'

`My son is coming to Dahra.'

`And he doesn't know anything yet of the Dahran way of life?'

`Yes, in the sense that it is different. No, in the sense that it is very different. I am going to have a lot of explaining to do.'

That, Jonathan, is the understatement of the week,' Fiona commented. I know in my own case that it was a shock to my values system.'

`As for the Wisteria Palace and your slaves, Jack, Fiona, just name your price. Take what things and all the furniture you want from your home. The rest I shall buy for Richard as a gift to him. I can see how well trained, you have the slaves, Fiona. I notice that Thor is discreetly in and out every ten minutes to top up glasses. The other two served well. The Palace and grounds are looking spectacular.'

It will be sad to leave all of this splendour and such marvellous Scottish slaves behind,' Fiona murmured, but life moves on.'

I don't know how things will ultimately work out here with Richard,' I said, but with such a well-run Palace, it will be all that much easier for him. One thing, however, I would request of both of you is that you stay on here until the end of September. It will give Richard time to find his feet, learn some Arabic and come to terms with Dahra.'

`But what about the posting to Rio?' Jack interjected.

`Let me have a word with Personnel in London. I am sure that they can reschedule--let's say to have someone cover for you for two months in Rio. I do have a little clout with the Chairman after all.'

With a promise to be in touch over the coming days, I left for home.

I had arrived back earlier than normal from Fiona and Jack's and as I alighted from the Rolls, I saw a naked Sabir Temirov coming out of one of the storerooms with a wrench in his hand. He immediately dropped to his knees and touched his forehead to ground in obéisance as he had obviously not seen me previously that day.

`Sabir, have you found a function for yourself as I suggested?'

`Master, I may have one or two suggestions for you in some weeks' time, when I am finished the various maintenance projects which Overseer Stan wants me to look at.'

`Good, and young Mikey? Is he behaving himself? Where is he now?'

`At the moment, Master, he is at a sex-techniques class. Yes, he is behaving himself very well and learning to be very obedient. There is a stubborn streak in him, but a good fucking twice a night will soon help that to disappear.'

`Twice a night, eh?'

`Yes, Master, it makes him come as well, and then he sucks me off in the morning. Correct sucking he finds difficult. But he is learning fast.'

`You have my permission to cane him if he does not respond well.'

`Thank you, Master, but I think my cock will be enough punishment for him for a while.'

The former Kazakh officer before me was semi-erect and his incipient hardon had pulled the foreskin back along the glans of his penis.

`It looks like your cock likes inflicting that punishment on young Mikey.'

`Yes, Master, it does.'

`Now get on with your work and let me know when your suggestions are ready.'

`Yes, Master.'

`And Sabir, if you wish to wear shorts at any time, I trust Yuriy's assessment of you entirely and consider you already one of my supervisors.'

Master, thank you,' Sabir said with a smile, but I'm still working on an overall tan.'

Being near Frank Kovacs' quarters where the sex-techniques are taught, I decided to drop in unannounced. There are two things which are never missed by slaves and supervisors alike I am told. The first is a call to visit the barbers' shop and the second is a training session in sex-techniques, or vice versa.

As I approached the quarters which for some reason I had never visited in all the time of their existence, I could hear gasps and groans and the odd cry, and one voice which was saying, `please no more. No more,' followed by a strangled and cut-off shout.

As I went in, I saw five beds to one side of the quarters and five brown leather adjustable tables on the other side. A number of what I would call `sex toys' were hanging from hooks on walls and visible in two cabinets. At that moment, there were five slaves on the tables with a further slave in attendance on either side of each of the tables. The slave on the last table had his arms tied to two hooks on the front legs of the table and a leather strap was securing the back of his widely splayed kneeling legs on the other end of the table.

Each of the four other slaves was lying on his belly, his two hands reaching right back to clasp the insteps of his feet, one in each hand. In so doing, he was actually pulling his legs apart to reveal a perfect hole in a hairless crack, moist and pink, striated and cerise, centred and purple. A perfect anus for rimming training, which was precisely what was going on!

Frank Kovacs had his back to me talking to his assistant Vitali Belov, who on seeing me, shouted, `the Master'.

The slaves on the tables hopped down from their prone positions, apart from the tied up slave with a white cloth covering his head on the last table, but not before one upon drawing himself up to go `on display' shot a three foot volley of semen across towards the beds. Too close to coming and the quick jerk of his body off the table had sent his sexual arousal over the edge. His circumcised cock started to deflate rapidly.

I was about to say something when the door opened and in walked Jake Peoples, who upon seeing me stopped in his tracks, and went `at display' as he had seen me earlier in the day.

I was in the neighbourhood, Frank,' I commented. What is going on today?'

Let us show you, Master. Vitali and I are showing these ten slaves the art of rimming and how to give their buddy the most exquisite of sexual pleasures with only a tongue. Let me show you,' and he snapped his fingers at one of the four slaves who had hopped down from the tables as I had come in, and who now lay belly down on the table. From the beginning,' he said to two of the slaves who had been on either side of the table.

The two slaves went on either side of the table and started touching the prone slave's shoulder-blades with their finger tips and then every so often, bending forward to touch a spot with their tongues, letting their fingers wander down the spine, back and sides of the slave, whom I saw was beginning to raise his backside slightly off the table with the pleasure he was receiving.

`Physical size is also very important here, Master. If one buddy is very big physically and the other small, the sexual pleasure of dominance with only a tongue is highly increased for the smaller buddy, and vice versa, when the larger buddy submits to a very tiny mahout.'

`Mahout? I thought that was someone who rode on an elephant.'

`Yes, indeed, Master, and very often a mere child. It is the control of the smaller slave over the larger.'

Georgi Gridov came immediately to mind. There was one slave in the room who had not moved.

`What's the matter with that slave?' I said pointing to the one with the white cloth over his head.

`He has not yet learned a procedure. He must report here every day morning and afternoon until he has learned it properly.'

`What procedure?'

`This procedure, Master. Rimming. His family and social upbringing left him with limited values and knowledge about sex. He thinks rimming is dirty.'

`Are you telling me, Frank, that he won't obey your orders? Why have you not punished him for not obeying you? You certainly have all my authority as an Overseer.'

`No, Master. It is not a question of punishment. He simply has not learned how to get his head around rimming yet. Each day he comes along a little bit more, and soon he will be as experienced as any other slave who pleasures his buddy every evening. Think of French irregular verbs, or written accents in Spanish or something like that. He simply has difficulty in learning them. He does not understand their value. In this case, he does not understand the value of rimming.'

`And the white cloth?'

`That is so as not to embarrass the slave, Master!'

`You don't want to embarrass the slave, Frank? What type of training is that?'

`Training that will always be appreciated, Master, and improved upon in time. The sex-techniques classes are not here to embarrass anyone, neither the more modest slaves nor the really shy slaves. Some, I can tell you are very shy in sexual matters due to their former cultures or those because they have never learned the value of sex in life.'

`Are you telling me, Frank, that you don't want me to see the face of one of my own slaves under that piece of muslin cloth?'

`Precisely, Master. Think of it like the lawyer-client relationship. What happens here in the training quarters is not talked about outside by either Vitali, myself or this slave.'

`So what has his training been so far?'

`He has come through the compounds some time back so he was broken anally in the fifth compound very well, but as a sub. He has rarely taken an active role with his partners. We are changing that attitude, little by little. Vitali,' and he nodded to his naked assistant who walked in front of the slave, and lifting his flaccid cock, put it in under the white muslin cloth into the slave's mouth.

From the bobbing head, the slave was fellating Vitali Belov very well as a big grin broke out on his face, as he commented, Last week, Master, this slave,' whom he patted on the shoulder, could barely kiss a cock without being forced and almost got sick taking our cocks in his mouth. Now, he is developing a nice blow-job technique as you can see.'

`So, no punishment?'

`No, Master, education and patience. Little by little, we are teaching him how to rim.'

`How?'

`We explain just like all the other slaves, when he comes in here, he must be perfectly clean after his shower and douche inside and out. He starts off by kissing the palms of the hands of every slave here on his day. Then the backs of their hands. Then the glutes of the slaves. As you can see, Master, each of the slave here is perfectly prepared in the style of the Palace,' and Frank indicated the buttocks and crack of the slave still being finger-tip massaged and whose butt was now definitely up in the air trying to keep his body in greater contact with the massaging fingers.

The slave's knees had come wide apart, and in so doing he was revealing a crack devoid of all hair, as it should be after several applications of the body hair removal cream which all my slaves receive. His anus showed a tight sphincter muscle contracting the centre into a tight dark hole. The hole was not virgin and was moist. I touched the inside of the slave's gluteus muscle and the skin reacted in galvanic response. I let my finger wander to his most private orifice and touched the moisture. I guessed that it was Aloe cream by its smoothness and consistency, and when I smelled it, so it was.

The slave was now quite definitely becoming erect from such contact with his masseurs and myself.

Vitali Belov had withdrawn from the other slave's mouth. His penis was at full erection.

`Well done, Vitali, I see you have overcome your premature ejaculations.'

`Yes, Master, quite a while back. Another technique we teach,' he said with a grin.

The slave tied down to the table raised his head a little under the muslin cloth and said something out of my hearing in a low voice to Vitali.

`Master, I think we are having a bit of a breakthrough. This slave wants to try rimming. Patience pays off again, though I think on this occasion it might be just because you are here,' he said with a smile as he signalled two of the slaves to untie their companion.

One of the former table slaves took up a position in front of the cloth-covered head of the slave, bent down and clasped his ankles which were at least two feet apart. Another slave came and rubbed the slave's buttocks and crack dry.

Like the launch of a boat in reverse, the buttocks inched their way closer to the head of the slave on the table, who now free from his restraints positioned himself and his face towards the approaching crack.

The instructions started.

`Kiss each buttock first. Then use your tongue up and down each cheek. Take your time. Now tongue at the top of the crack and down the side and underneath, that's the way, right down to the balls and back up again. Take your time. There is no rush.'

Vitali was talking the slave through the procedure. The recipient slave had his head to one side, his eyes closed in pleasure, his mouth slightly open emitting little gasps of pleasure and his hole had not even yet been touched.

Now, try that again, but in a smaller circle,' Vitali advised his pupil. Nice and slow. No rush.'

When the bent over slave, jumped I knew that the rimming had achieved a bulls-eye, and Vitali was saying, `Well done. Very well done. That's all for today.'

Frank was at a computer monitor and was typing something in and seeing me looking at him, he commented `Technique 43, day 1. We have it all logged in, Master.'

`Another programme of Jens?'

`Yes, Master. Every one of the slaves has to take this programme. A sexually trained slave is a happy slave. One who has improved sex techniques has pride in himself and in being able to pleasure his buddy even more, and he knows that his buddy is or will be equally trained to please him.'

`How many techniques do you teach, Frank?'

`Eighty, Master, and two to four hours for each technique to each slave. For the Palaces, it will take at least another three years to get through all the present slaves.'

And Master,' Vitali added, no one misses a session. Almost never.'

`So, I've heard. Like the barbers' shop.'

`But much better. Much, much better than the barbers' shop, Master,' Frank commented.

`What are you doing here, Jake?' I said to the young Peoples brother slave who was still standing beside the door, and who started to blush when I addressed him.

`I am an instructor, a part-time instructor here when rimming is being taught, Master.'

`Part-time instructor?' I said looking at Frank.

`A golden tongue. A Palace treasure, Master! We can only avail ourselves of his expertise when there are no messages to be run.'

`Put your name down with Ben for sometime this week with me, Jake. I will see if you are still living up to your reputation.'

`Yes, Master,' the most excellent of my rimmers said with a smile.

Because of my continuing interest in the new project of planting the kiwifruit at the al-Kadir property, and because Graham Hodson was so enthusiastic about it, I made a point of going down the Long Mile Road every two days or so, as business would allow, to see how things were progressing.

Progressing they were without a doubt. There can be no mistaking the value of a good Overseer. It is not a question of exercising authority. It is more in the giving of enthusiastic direction to a project which an Overseer can infuse into it. Georgi Gridov was one such Overseer.

There seemed each time I visited to be a buzz about the work, a certain sense of achievement among the slaves and yet I noticed no visible signs of canings on buttocks as I went by. It was as if each kofila was attempting to achieve its set targets and was happy and content to achieve them.

Accidentally on purpose, I made a point of visiting those sections where Mikey Acton was working on rock duty. He made a perfect obéiseance when I met him on each occasion, and managed to point out that the stones being taken from the al-Kadir plots were, in fact, smaller than from elsewhere as the property had been extensively farmed by the previous owner.

`I did notice also that you have not been caned of late.'

No, Master. Overseer Georgi accepts that my piles of rocks are smaller because the rocks are smaller in size,' and he held up a rock about the size of a fist, and Master....'

He had developed this perfect phraseology of having me ask him what did he wanted to ask, because as is general practice, slaves don't ask questions of the Master.

`What?'

`Master, are you really going to bed me some night?'

I looked at him as he studied his feet with great intent.

`Maybe. If I feel like it. If I feel you merit my attention. If your sex technique classes are okay. A lot of ifs, Mikey, as you can see. Are you worried about me bedding you? Has not Sabir done that every night since I assigned you to him.'

`Yes, Master, he has. But going to bed with you is different. If I don't please you...if I can't please you, are you going to punish me?'

`Mikey, if you come top of the class in sex techniques you will please me, I can assure you. As you know if I so order it, you can take all the sex techniques classes you like.'

`Can I tell Frank and Vitali that, Master?'

`You can indeed. By the way, how old are you?'

`Nineteen, Master.'

`I think, Mikey, that you and I are going to get on very well. You have cleaned up very nicely. Those tattoos you had have been taken off you. You are even putting on a little muscle with all this exercise you are getting. This rock duty, I think you realise, is not just a punishment duty for some, it is an opportunity to develop the strength of your body. Even your cock looks happy,' and I took his half-tumescent penis in my hand and felt it harden under my touch.

`My cock, Master, is always happy, and Master...', he said seeming to hesitate in putting into sound the words on the tip of his tongue.

`What?'

`Master, is it true that if you take me to your bed that you have two slaves in your bedroom to tie me to the bed so you can then rape me?'

I was looking at the slave in amazement and could only open my mouth in wonder at what goes on in slaves' minds.

`Tie you up and rape you? Who told you that?'

`I said to some on a kofila one day that you, Master, might have me in your bed one night. That's...that's what they said...that you like to break in the fresh meat.'

The slave was trembling and looking at the ground.

Mikey, if I wanted to rape you, I would tell you bend over and let me take you. You are a slave and you obey the orders of your Master. I would not need any two slaves to tie you up here or in my bedroom suite or anywhere else. And as for unbroken fresh meat' as you so indelicately put it, Sabir has seen to it, has he not, that you have been well and truly broken in?

The slave nodded, still not looking up from the ground.

`Has he hurt you?'

`No, Master, not really after the first time the day you told him to take me to the slave quarters.'

`Are you worried about coming to my bed?'

`Yes, Master...I mean, no, Master...I mean, yes, Master because of what the others said they knew happened.'

`I think they were winding you up. Let's settle this once and for all. You know my secretary, Ben?'

`Yes, Master, I have seen him.'

`Tell him that you are to be my bed companion in ten days' time.'

`Yes, Master.'

Now look me in the eye,' and the slave raised his eyes to mine. Mikey, you are a fine young slave. Once you are properly trained which will take about a full year, there will be no need for you to feel insecure or threatened or anything but loved by me, your Master. Don't believe every old slave tale that comes out of kofilas.'

`Yes, Master.'

`Okay, Mikey, get on with your work.'

The young slave went on about his work and I thought to myself that given work and bread most slaves could find some dignity in that. If such simple farm work was attached to opportunity, then most slaves would find a future of limited happiness in my service. Their difficulty lay in a lack of knowledge about their futures, an agnosticism of a rudimentary type, where they could not say with certainty what future their slavedom might hold. But one thing I know for certain is that all happiness in this world is limited in nature.

End of Chapter 15

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The Dahran series -- a fictional adventure story about the life and times of Sir Jonathan Martin -- comprises the following novels to date:

1. The Changed Life

2. The Reluctant Retrainer

3. The Market Offer

4. The Special Memories

5. The Dahran Way

6. The Dahran Rebuttals

7. The Seventh Desert

8. The Dahran Sands

9. The Time Line

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