This is the 19th 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 19 -- Home improvements
At the Dahran branch of Deckams Bank, it was business as usual, and if the truth be told, even busier than usual. August was already upon us. Most of the important families had moved from Dahra for July and August to the cooler climes of America and Europe, but for some reason there was still a fair deal of international work to be done. Together with another of the Emirates, Dahra was becoming an international financial centre in the region and we were benefiting from that.
Gustav Ahlson had been looking under the weather. He looked strained and when I checked quietly with personnel within the branch and with John Tunnor, our personnel partner back in London, I discovered that while he took his holidays since arriving in Dahra twenty years earlier they had always been in Dahra. There was no record of him having ever left Dahra except for a single overnight visit to Kuwait.
There is a rule in our Bank that, the partners and managers, over a certain grade on leaving your country of work on holidays as opposed to business where the Bank would know where you were going, were always supposed to give a holiday destination where you might be contacted in the event of emergency. Gustav had never ever given an alternative address, ergo he had never been outside of Dahra.
Over our regular morning coffee in late July, I worked my way round to the subject and finally suggested to him that he take the rest of the month off and August as well and get out of Dahra. He looked at me as if I were mad.
`You know I can't do that,' he said flatly.
Where there's a will, there's a way,' I replied. What if your slaves come to the Aloe Palace and work for me while you are away? There is plenty of room and Aziz can find them plenty to do.'
He winced when I referred to his Swedish co-nationals as slaves, but here in Dahra that was what they were and would be until the day they died. I think also that at that moment as well, he realised that some of his Swedish slaves had never been outside the grounds of his home since the time of their arrival.
He sort of closed his eyes and finally said, `I didn't know how I was going to get through the summer,' and averted his head because I got the impression that he was shedding tears.
The following day a large blue air conditioned lorry deposited twenty one Swedish slaves in the courtyard of the Aloe Palace, blinking their eyes in the strong morning sunlight. They were aged from 45 years down to 19, of all heights and colouring, though all were fully tanned all over, and totally naked as slaves must be in Dahra with the titanium bracelet on their right ankle.
I had stayed behind that morning to be there for their arrival and had them brought in to the swimming pool which had a inside large area where I could address them easily. I told them that I was the Master here and that they would be here for approximately six weeks to help in what way they could in the running of the Aloe Palace and the fields and gardens.
I also told them that I would be assigning each of them to work beside another slave -- one or two of them looked at each other - and that I expected them to behave like slaves here though some of them might have thought it was going to be a holiday.
Laying out the daily routine, I thought I heard a murmur of disagreement and thought that one of the Swedes was going to speak out, when I heard a distinct growl in Swedish from one of them at the back and all settled down again.
Now when a Master is in the presence of slaves, the slaves stand at display'. So `display'.'
They clearly knew from some initial training after when they had been originally lifted what display' meant, because they lined up in three lines of 7 and putting their hands behind their heads, spreading their ankles just over seventy centimetres apart, and pushing out their hips went to display'. I then said `rest' and they relaxed and put their hands behind their backs.
Your first name?' I asked the first, and successively went down the three lines. A string of Swedish names issued. The second last slave said Björn'. He looked around 40 and was magnificently fit for a slave of his age, with good shoulders and a cock which would do any normal man proud, at half tumescence.
`You growl well in Swedish,' I remarked and he gave a half-smile.
`The Master heard.'
`I heard. And a good growl it was. You were the first?'
He nodded.
Addressing the lot of them again, `I am doing a favour for a good friend of mine. But this is not a holiday camp but my home and things have to be done here and done here properly. You will be well treated while here, but if I have to have anyone of you punished for stepping out of line you will be and I expect you all to accept the punishment of your fellow slave as just.'
`You all speak Swedish, and I presume you speak it amongst yourselves. Put up your hand those who speak English.'
All hands went up.
`Who understand Arabic? I am not saying who speaks Arabic, but understands it?'
Six hands went up. I called for Aziz and Ross. Ross came running and made obeisance. Most of the Swedes looked astonished having forgotten what a slave does in coming into the presence of a Master. Aziz came in after him, flicking his fly swish at the non-existent early morning flies.
I told Aziz that I was assigning Ross to him as his assistant to help with the Swedes who did not speak Arabic. Ross had a great ear and was picking up basic Arabic very quickly. Aziz looked very pleased at being given new help and an assistant to train.
Taking Aziz to one side, I apologised to him for not telling him sooner of the arrival of the new slaves and for not having a stables overseer to actually handle the outside work. He looked amazed that I was taking him into my confidence and even more so that I might even have uttered the word `apology'.
`Master, I have run the household for the late Master's fourth wife with a minimum staff of over fifty. These will not cause me trouble, and with the English slave Ross the help, it will be all the easier. What priorities does the Master wish to make?'
I also told him of some my plans for the gardens, and said that the new slaves because of their colouring even in the early day and afternoon sun should be given a head covering or else they would surely all end up with sun stroke.
`Where does the Master wish the new slaves to be housed?'
`In the communal cell beside the others. Now I am late and must go.'
I walked out and left Aziz ordering the Swedes to their new duties, with Ross putting the odd phrase into English for him for better understanding.
That midday Gustav Ahlson having closed his house and grounds for the summer took the shuttle to Bahrain to catch the New Concorde to Paris for connection to Stockholm.
I subsequently learned that that his country's Foreign Minister was waiting for him at VIP arrivals where he was ushered off the jet first at Arland airport and put a signet ring on the small finger of his left hand. Those who might have ever seen it and recognised it, would have seen an exact copy of the ring and gemstone worn by the monarch.
Gustav Ahlson spent the summer simply walking around his native Kopparberg and around the shores of Lake Siljan looking at the lush summer beauty of his native country. The lodge which had been put at his disposal by one of the country's businessmen upon a higher-up request was constantly under satellite surveillance from the EricBird II for his protection. The local deputy chief of police was relieved of all other duties for the summer just to ensure the personal safety of Count Ahlson, not that Gustav ever knew it.
At one point, Gustav was asked to take a full medical which he did, and was found to be in perfect health for a man in his early forties. He was also asked if he wished any companionship of any sort during his stay. He merely raised his hand to indicate not, and went back to walking in the woods and lying by the pool in the grounds of the lodge, or walking the couple of miles to some nearby villages for an evening meal in the various small hostelries.
The improvements at the Aloe Palace went ahead full steam. The new ultra light solar panels which had been installed on the outbuildings boosted electricity storage and the supply strength was immediately noticeable.
With the help of the new slaves the water reservoir was operational in less than a week. Ross discovered that one of the Swedes had a technical background and the slave suggested an expanded and improved version of the irrigation system which I was suggesting, which would come on automatically over the entire fields and gardens in the middle of the night and late evening covering a chessboard of ground in sequence. Radek the former Czech draughtsman put some simple designs together an it worked a treat.
One thing which please me immensely was the laying out of a succulents and cactus garden the size of a tennis court which Mehmed and Mamoud, the two layabout slaves, had been creating for my pleasure.
As they were so permanently lazy according to Aziz, he had them on permanent `latrine' duty as I termed it to myself.
Under the Palace, the sewerage system which was simplicity itself all went into one of three septic tanks where every three weeks according to Aziz the oldest tank would be emptied of its then almost solid but smelly contents.
Part of their job to bring the contents of the septic tank over to a dung area, where within minutes of it being spilled out, thousands of dung beetles would emerge from the ground to gorge themselves on the semi- liquid contents turning it into the most fertile of nitrate and phosphate rich manure. Within a week, each pile could then be used in the gardens.
The cactus area and that of the covered walkways gave me most pleasure and I determined with the extra water available to create a water garden for my added pleasure.
I had originally said to Aziz to put all the new Swedish slaves in their own communal cell, but as a Master's right and privilege I changed my mind and said that each old slave would share a pallet with a new slave and to ensure that each ritual was observed of cleaning and showering the other, but never oneself, and that the morning milking be particularly observed for proper sexual and mental health. I felt that it would also help the slaves bond better.
If the old slaves were put out by this new arrangement there was certainly no sign of it. The two layabouts could not believe their luck. With their permanent smell of shit about them and their generally lack of active life unless forced on them, they got the best of the bargain, though their two new Swedish slave buddies insisted on washing them in the shower area before any sexual contact was made.
Food and Drink were hopping up and down with glee when they were told. How two slaves could ever be so permanently happy with so little in life was at time beyond me?
As there was one `old' slave too many, I kept Radek with me for that period. I felt guilty in a way that I had given him to Urlov, and I used all my skill as an expert lover to give him an hour of pleasure every night for nearly a month, and whenever Yuriy was free I would have him up to the bedroom to have Radek as seconds. This was a pattern which I followed with each of the other slaves as well. I thought it good that they should know that I as Master had not only droit de seigneur -- the right of the lord -- over their bodies, but that at my whim they could be assigned to anyone at any time.
It was at this time that Flavio went into hospital for his rectal operation so one of the Swedish had to share Vitali with another but Vitali's groans long into the night after lights out proved that he was enjoying the attention.
At the very end of August, Gustav returned and while the Swedes were delighted to see him, and quite honestly he looked so much better and in control of himself, he saw with astonishment what had been achieved over the hottest summer month. His own house though very large by any standards was nowhere near the size of the Aloe Palace and he offered to leave me five slaves on rotating loan, and offer which I readily accepted, and this in time increased in number.
I asked him over dinner -- Flavio, my slave cook, now being back and suitably tightened up `down there' - how his holiday was? He replied that it was the best one in his entire life and with dry Swedish humour said the best one at least in the last twenty years. He said that a number of things about the holiday a bit curious though and showed me the signet ring. I would subsequently discover that there was also a tracking device under the jewel.
He also said with a little bit of a blush, that strangely he and passengers on his departing flight were told that they would have to walk out to the jet, instead of taking one of the extendible tunnels.
When they were half way out on the tarmac, the country's national anthem started to be played by an military band to one side of the airport, where there was a double guard of honour with a red carpet laid out, but no dignitary being escorted to review the guard of honour.
Everyone had to stop while the salute was given and the national anthem completed. When they got on board and were just settling in at their altitude in the air, the captain made an announcement in Swedish only, which was strange for an international airline, that they were being given an escort by ten of new Saab Vikings of the Monarch's Own Flight while in national airspace, five on either side in `missing arrow' formation.
Gustav has smiled to himself when he said that the passengers kept looking around to see who was on board, but was saddened at the though of that young architect -- Eric -- who was that missing arrow. He also thought that the missing arrow symbolised each of his Swedish slaves in Dahra. None paid much attention to a grey haired man sitting by the window in his shirt sleeves.
At the end of the hot Dahra summer early in September, a number of things happened. Hal Thiecke took care of the teeth of the latter four slaves, Ali, Ross, Greg and Jiri. In for a penny in for a pound, I also had him fix Aziz, the two layabouts and Food and Drink and another slave who arrived during the month. The whole lot cost me some $175,000 but as I had made a little money on a venture in August it did no affect my balances in the Grand Cayman at all, and moreover, it brought me a lot of pleasure.
It had a different effect on each of the slaves to say nothing about Aziz who if confident in his role as overseer, now became managerial. Food and Drink pranced about like lambs when it was done, and the two layabouts, Mamoud and Mehmed, would stop whatever they were or were not doing when I walked the garden and just stood there at `display' with outsized grins showing off their sparkling dentures. Afterwards, Aziz told me that in one week an entire four days passed when he had not to give them an order. So, in one sense, the investment paid off.
The ownership of slave has its responsibilities. It is not a question of just lording it over them. The Master will have taken over their long term welfare not just of body but also of mind and personality, and in the measure of the possible, must cultivate each.
Some masters will try to achieve these goals by harsh measures. But sometimes a simple reminder of their status is sufficient to ensure that in their humiliation as slaves, no cruelty is needed to ensure long term loyalty and submission.
I have been frequently asked why has none of my slave ever run away - quite apart from the GPS titanium bracelet on their ankles. The short answer for over half of them is that they have nowhere to go, and for a majority of the other half, they see that the life they had led up to their enslavement was pretty well empty of purpose. In my ownership, all my slaves have a clear purpose -- me, my wishes, my service, my whims, my desires, my satisfaction either their presence, beauty, work or with the offering of their bodies to me as their master.
The other investment paying off was Greg. After his initial submitting to me, I had never taken him again. He had worked in the fields and was a good worker. Two days after Hal Thiecke had finished his dental work on him, Greg turned up beside the limousine just as I was leaving for the Bank. Normally, slaves I would meet when going around the Palace or after their evening meal when I would be onthe veranda, rarely did they actually come to see me, not that I discouraged it. It simply was not the case.
However, there was Greg at `display'.
`What's on your mind, Greg' I asked.
`Teach me, Master,' he simply answered.
`Teach you what, Greg?'
`Anything that you want, Master'.
`We already have two hours of lessons in the evening for learning.'
`Yes, Master. But I want you to teach me about life, running the Palace, business, happiness.'
`Are you saying that the slaves are a happy bunch here?'
`Master, I have been in the Royal Navy where teamwork is essential. It is nothing to the teamwork which takes place here. There is a lot of happiness here.'
`Let's talk it later, Greg.'
`Yes, Master,' and he knelt and kissed each of my feet.
It was a contented reply and talk we did on many other occasions, and he became a great overseer.
Gus Jennings stopped by one evening. I had not seen him since the Ivan Urlov incident and he seemed unsure of what my welcome would be. I, in fact, was delighted to see him and soon put him at his ease.
I had Rolf come in and explain the gym training programme he had up and running. Rolf's bubble butt was always a pleasure to see and touch from any angle.
Gus suggested various changes to really toughen up the slaves and insisted one that overall the course would do no harm to the slave and secondly that Ali, Jiri, Ross and Greg be put through the month long training course which Rolf and the others had done. It effectively would mean taking them out of the overseer's rota, but Gus was insistent as it had long term benefits.
I asked him to see which of the present slaves could be promoted so to speak to stables overseer, and it pleased me no end when he suggested Yuriy, whose English had come on in leaps and bounds in the previous three months. I had Aziz called in and he too thought that Yuriy would be an excellent choice, that he was always working, and I remembered that he would come in and peel Cook's vegetables unasked at the Villa.
That week I bought an black onyx fly swish and once the evening swim was over, I had Aziz line up the twenty slaves, the fifteen of my own and the five of Gustav. There was a buzz of excitement in the pool area and all were ordered to stand at `rest'.
`Because of the amount of work need to be done, and because it is Aziz's job to be my head of household, I am thinking of promoting one of you to be my head of stables. Is there any suggestion as to who it should be?'
There was a quiver of unspoken excitement in the ranks, but no one spoke.
`Yuriy, step forward.'
He did and I said, `Yuriy is now my head of stables and you will all obey him as you obey me and as you obey Aziz, the head of this household.'
I handed him the black onyx fly swish. He was in a state of shock and dropping to his knees, he could only manage a strangled `Master, Master....'.
I noticed that his lover Radek's eyes were bright with pride and although being at rest' stuck out his chest as if at display'.
While Aziz usually wore the long flowing Arab dress, Yuriy would afterwards wear the Arab white shirt-like gallabiya cinched with a leather belt and the some short loose khaki trousers, but he never went back to wearing shoes.
The night of Yuriy's promotion, I had him and Radek come to my bedroom suite. I said to Radek, `Yuriy was my first slave and the first slave I made love to. This is how I want you to always treat him at night, to take the weight off his shoulders after the day and to pleasure him as you would pleasure me.'
`Now, Yuriy, strip for your Master one last time, because from now on, you will take from among the slaves those whom you wish.'
As I spoke Yuriy was already naked.
Display', I ordered and he went to a perfect display'.
`This, Radek, is how I touched your lover for the first time' and bending Yuriy over and letting Radek see the perfection of his butt hole, I tongued and rimmed him until his gasps of pleasure were in a continuous flow. He was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum.
Radek was totally aroused to his full 18 centimetres and straining for that extra centimetre which all seek. His uncut cockhead was totally moist with his own pre-cum as the foreskin had slipped back and down the shaft.
But enough play was enough, I slapped Yuriy on the butt and stood him up. His face was a picture of pleasure. `Now let me see you take Radek, your lover, and let me see how you pleasure him.'
He looked at me and at my own turgid member. `But, you Master, you need me as well.'
`First, Radek,' I replied and he took his lover in his arms and for over an hour, a delight to behold, he caressed and touched and licked and pinched and tasted his lover's body.
Finally when even I thought that his body or at least certain parts of it would explode, he entered Radek with a sexual slowness of pure sensuality. Radek arched and bucked. Radek tried to kiss Yuriy, but was gently rebuffed and pushed back. Never once for the first fifteen minutes did Yuriy's trimmed pubic hairs touch Radek's, but his cock was certainly touching the right spots inside Radek who was whimpering with pleasure and joy.
Then there was some sexual change of gear. Yuriy almost withdrew fully and then pulled Radek's hips back fully on his distended and swollen manhood. Both gave a cry of pleasure. A second time. A third time. Yuriy's pubic bone crashed into Radek's perineum creating the emotional havoc akin to the disturbance of a stone dropping from a height into calm water.
An arch of cum left Radek's penis and shot over his head to be joined by a second and a third one. Yuriy's gave a hoarse shuddering cry and released his pent-up semen into his lover and collapsed into this lover's arms.
I whooshed them out of the bedroom suite when they had recovered and told Yuriy to bed down in his new overseer's quarters.
When he looked at Radek, I said `Whom you invite to spend the night is your business.' He went out with an arm over Radek's shoulder and as he did, I told him to send Flavio over. It was time to test the first fruits of successful surgery, which I did to much mutual pleasure.
To be continued...