Dahran

These are the 13th and 14th chapters of The Reluctant Retrainer, part two of a trilogy of novels of gay sex.

Keywords: authority, control, slavery, punishment, re-training, submission, loyalty

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The Reluctant Retrainer by Gerry Taylor

Chapter 13 -- A type of parliament

November was upon us before you could snap your fingers. The previous week, I had been now in Dahra exactly six months. I was the proud but reluctant owner of three overseers and twenty slaves, and had ten permanent field slaves on loan from my general manager at Deckams, Gustav Ahlson, and he was suggesting that I take more of his other ten slaves on load.

I was usually back from the Bank just after five each day unless I stopped in the capital to shop, and after changing would drop down to the swimming pool and gym areas as the slaves would gather there after the day's work and lessons -- either of training or language. Rarely would all twenty slaves be there -- Flavio being in the kitchen usually absent preparing my dinner -- and never all the slaves plus the three overseers. It was only at morning inspection that you could expect all to be present.

I pretended not to notice the entire conglomeration as I sat down to Bob's usually ready sharp lime-drink -- a real thirst quencher in the Dahran climate.

Bob's question `Is there enough lime in it, Master?' betrayed his awkward nervousness.

`Of course, Bob, otherwise I would have you thrashed, would I not?'

`No, Master, you have never hit me or thrashed me,' he said quietly, but his voice carried because the swimming had all but stopped and slaves were slipping out of the pool and sitting dripping on the surround, trying to look interested in each other and not glancing over at me.

Looking round at the milling crowd trying to be half-invisible, I finally said, `Well, is someone going to tell me what is going on?'

I looked over at Aziz who was staring into the middle distance. I looked at Yuriy who craned his head around to look over at one of the slaves. Everyone turned to look at the slave. They were looking at Todd. I looked at Todd who half rose to his feet then sank to his knees. He was looking at the others for moral support that might or might not have been there.

`Master?' he finally said.

`Yes, Todd, are you the ringleader of something again?'

There was a ripple of laughter, particular from among the Swedes.

Yes, Master, I mean, No, Master' and then he blurted out, Master, can we build a tennis court?'

I looked at him and then at Greg and Yuriy -- Greg who was pursing his lips and Yuriy with half a grin. Aziz did not look pleased at all.

`A tennis court? For what? Where? Here?'

Todd swallowed hard and it all came tumbling out. They could do it themselves on the far side of the swimming pool complex. They could put down the foundations from rock saved from the fields. They could do it after work in the afternoon.

`Well, Aziz, as the head of the household, what would you think?'

`I think, Master, that slaves should not ask for things' he replied with a look of disapproval on his face.

`Yes, Aziz, you are right as usual. Slaves should not ask for things. But, if an overseer were to ask for something, that would be different would it not?' and I held my hands open palms upward in question.

You could have heard the proverbial pin drop. Finally, Greg cleared his throat and said, `Master, would you not think it a good idea to have a tennis court built?'

I smiled at him and said `Yes, I think that would be a very good idea.'

There was a cheer from around the pool, with slaves punching the air and each others' shoulders.

When the noise had abated, looking over at the three overseers, Aziz, Greg and Yuriy, I beckoned them over to sit at the table and told Bob to also get them some lime-water. He literally ran towards the kitchens.

`So, Todd, who thought of the tennis court?' I asked. The silence returned.

`Raoul, Master, he plays, I mean, he did -- used to -- play.'

Todd was getting confused. His advance planning at asking for the tennis court for his lover did not include being cross-examined on it.

`So, apart from a tennis court, what needs to be done in the Aloe Palace?'

Again, there was silence. Slaves were never asked their opinions and an opinion given could well offend the overseer whose job it might be to see that that opinion had actually not just been thought of before, but had been implemented.

`I want one opinion from each slave or no biscuits until tomorrow morning.'

The threat was real enough in that the diet was evenly balanced, and even the delay in feeding them their two evening biscuits, or in the case of the giants, their four, it would leave them quiet hungry by day break. As if on cue, Komil's stomach rumbled in the silence and there was a burst of laughter, which effectively broke the ice.

Randy put up his hand as if a schoolboy in class. `More douche nozzles in the showers, Master' and he quickly looked down at the swimming pool surround.

I realised he was right. There were only two nozzles and now there were twenty slaves all in need of internal cleaning in the morning.

`Greg, as you do not have a lot of retraining in hand at the moment, let me put you in charge of these things. One tennis court. Shall we say six more nozzles.'

Greg started to make a note of who requested what.

`So what else?'

Komil surprised me by putting up his giant arm and saying bad English, `Door. I fix, Master' and he pointed towards one of the buildings.

One of the Swedes put up a hand and said, `Master, can we build a sauna, if they're going to have a tennis court? The sauna is the idea of all of us,' he said indicating all the Swedes.

There were lots of Yes, Master' from the Swedes and I said, This is not a them and us Palace. It is my home. It is your home. We just live in different parts of us, but use it all when we need to. A sauna in Dahra? It might not be a bad idea.'

Pete put up his hand `I could help the guy who is doing the painting, Master.' One of the Swedes was painting and decorating rooms upstairs in the Palace. I nodded to Greg who made a note.

`Master?'

It was Jess the former difficult American slave who spoke.

`Yes, Jess?'

`Some of the machinery in the last barn is broken. I think I can fix it. If that's ok, Boss? I mean, Master.'

He was right various things had not been repaired since Abdou's - the previous Master's time, as he had not really been interested in the fields.

`Jess, that would be a great idea. Go for it.'

Greg looked over quite pleased at his lover and the first one whom he had broken and retrained, and smiled as he continued his note-taking.

Well, Food and Drink, have you no suggestion to make on making the Aloe Palace a better place,' I asked, or do you want to go without your dinner this evening?'

Quick as a flash Food replied with a big grin, `Beat Mehmed and Mamoud on the backside and get them to work faster!'

Even those with basic Arabic could get that one and laughed out loud.

Mehmed and Mamoud kept looking down at their feet and glancing at those to each side of them as they shifted from one foot to another.

`And Mehmed, what would you do? Beat Food and Drink on their backsides?'

`No, Master. I would put more of the Master's plants on the archways to make shade for next summer.'

Mehmed was referring to the warm climate clematis I was planting, but obviously not enough of them, on each of the pergolas covering the walkways between the gardens.

`Now, Mehmed that is an excellent idea. And I think that maybe I will let you beat Food and Drink on their backsides for not thinking of it.'

He smiled a dazzling smile as the shoe was put on the other foot for Food and Drink.

His smile reminded me of something. I asked Aziz when Hal Thiecke the dentist was due for his next check-up of the slaves. It was not for some months. So I told Greg to have him contacted to come and to do the teeth of the six slaves who were now part of the Palace household -- Yedo, Komil, Randy, Todd, Pete and Raoul.

I thought about having the Swedes done as well, but I then thought it might be better to have a word with Gustav at the Bank first. The Swedes rotated by fives from Gustav's house every fortnight. For the first five would stay a month, and then return for a week to Gustav's while the next five would stay at the Aloe Palace.

I had noticed that one of the last batch of Swedes was a young lad of perhaps nineteen or twenty. He stood out because in his nakedness he still had a band of white skin -- but now rapidly being tanned -- around his hips where he would have previously worn shorts. I motioned him over and told him to sit beside me that I wanted to talk to him afterwards. He just sat beside me on his hunkers, looking very young and out of place.

Ross then put up his hand and said `Boss?'

Several of the slaves smiled to see what my reaction would be.

Yes, Ross, you who call your Master Boss' and who have half the slaves calling me `Boss' behind my back. What are you going to say?'

It is not often that Ross is caught for words, but he stumbled. Should he justify his calling me Boss' as he had always done since the first day I had known him as a high-class call-guy in London, or should he try to explain that he did not tell the others to call me Boss'. He spluttered. And everyone laughed knowing that he had been caught.

The lessons, Boss' -- in for a penny in for a pound -- we need another Arabic teacher and a proper English teacher. Bob is great, Boss, and so is Greg, but they have other duties, and at times it is more than just conversation that is needed. Sometimes things have to be explained which even I can't do and I know that language pretty well.'

So, Bob, you're great' -- Bob gave one of his crooked grins and Greg?' -- Greg just shrugged his shoulders. He was former navy and a commando, not an English teacher.

So,' I said, make a note, Greg.'

I noticed Jiri, the second Czech slave and Ali, the Kurdish slave touching elbows with each other as if urging on the other.

`Jiri, are you playing games with Ali? You know he only uses his tongue?'

Everyone laughed at my reference to Ali's truly awesome powers of rimming.

`Master, he doesn't want to make his suggestion.'

`Ali, what is your suggestion?' I asked in Arabic.

`The sunset windows on the top floor of the Palace should be closed much earlier when the day is very hot, Master,' and he fixed his eyes on the floor. Jiri gave him another elbow of approval for his suggestion.

`Excellent, Ali, excellent suggestion. Such a pity that Jiri does not have one as well, so he will have no dinner this evening,' I said in joking.

But Ali said all serious, `that is alright, Master, I will give him one of my biscuits' and it brought home to me there and then how much the slaves cared for each other. As this was said in heavily accented Arabic, I did not think that many of the others had understood it.

Before the parliament of slaves, as I was thinking of it, broke up, I ordered two basketball courts to be laid out and two netball courts. If there is one thing the Aloe Palace has and that is flat ground. And it was really a question of being in for a penny, in for a pound.

The sun was fast sinking in the west, so I said `Dinnertime. For all, even for those who this time did not make a suggestion. Yuriy, see that the slaves get one extra biscuit this evening.'

There were smiles all round as they filed out of the pool area. I caught Flavio's eye and with a finger beckoned him over.

`Can you do dinner for four, Flavio? It does not have to be hot food. Something cold if you have it in the kitchen.'

`No problem, Master. In half an hour' and off he went.

The young Swede was still sitting at my side. `What is your name?' I enquired.

`Thor, Master,' he answered.

`You are the last one to arrive at Gustav's home, aren't you?'

`Yes, Master.'

How were you lifted'?' He did not understand the question. `How were you made a slave? Where did they capture you?'

His eyes clouded for a second. `I was hitchhiking to India across Europe with my girlfriend. We were going to get married in India. And somewhere in the Balkans I was pulled into a van and that was the last I knew until I was on a ship and in chains.'

I though that he was going to cry. But he bit his lower lip and did not.

`How old are you, Thor?'

`Nineteen, Master. Nineteen and a half'

`Do the others treat you well? You are unharmed?'

`Yes, Master, like a little brother to some of them at times. Unharmed? You mean...You mean...'

`Yes.'

`No one has touched me, Master.'

`You have no special friend among them?'

`No, Master.'

`With whom do you sleep at night?'

He went a little red. `Different nights, I sleep between different ones. And every second, night with one of the Palace slaves.'

`But you are still untouched.'

`Yes, Master, the Palace slaves do not touch you unless you ask them to.'

Well, there's one for the books. I had not known that that referred to the Swedes. I had said that each of the Swedes every second night would sleep with a Palace slave, and that was precisely what they were doing. Sleeping.

`And you do not touch them, Thor?'

`No, Master, I'm not gay.'

`I did not say that you were, Thor. But at times we need human companionship. Are you happy here, Thor?'

This time, I thought that he would really cry. But tears just welled up and he shook his head. I patted him on his shoulder and told him to go off to get his dinner. He had not yet learned to accept the hand that Fate dealt, which as far as it went with him, could have been a loss worse in Dahra.

Over dinner, I talked with the three overseers, Aziz, Yuriy and Greg. I asked Yuriy if the tennis court and sauna went ahead would it cause him disruption in the fields and in the gardens. He said no, but said that I should first get professional advice. If manual labour was needed, it was there. But better to have a professional opinion on both things.

I looked at Greg, who made a facial grimace of approval as if to say, `now there's an opinion and a half.'

`So, Aziz, the upper floors of the Palace are too hot are they according to Ali?'

We all laughed at his stern countenance, but finally he too saw the funny side of the matter and smiled.

Chapter 14 -- Construction

The matter of the building the sauna turned out to be much simpler than I had expected. They came in kits and you merely assembled them. I enquired if there was one to take twenty five people at a time. There was, but foundations for one that size would have to be put in, some ducting for water and drainage but no great problem. So I ordered what the firm had in stock and let the Swedes get on with its assembly.

I had thought a tennis court would be a simple matter to build -- a bit of concrete here, a line or two of paint there. No such thing. It was as Yuriy had intimated a specialist job. There was a firm in the capital run by two Spaniards out of Mallorca and I had them come round to the Bank to fill me in.

The two were in their early thirties, dark haired, both wearing sunglasses, casually but well dressed for the heat, competent, professional builders. Their names were Ramon and Felipe.

I sketched out a plan of my `house' as I said it was and where I wanted to put in a tennis court. They produced brochures. I did not think you had brochures for tennis courts but you learn something every day. One of the designs caught my eye -- it being two tennis courts end to end with seating around the first one on three sides with a type of canopy or roofing to protect onlookers from the sun. The fourth side was open leading on to the second court -- as if it were a warm up court for a match on the first one.

The older of the two engineers -- both said they were engineers -- the one called Ramon said that they would have to see the site before finalising matters. I said my house was about an hour from the capital in the desert, but that the ground was totally flat and that there should be no problem. I also said that I had some local workers who could do any manual labour. I asked them to give me a ballpark figure for it and Ramon began to hum and to haw about really having to see the location.

Felipe however said, `Mr. Martin, - they had not yet got onto first name terms with me -- it would be in the region of two hundred thousand euro give or take. It would depend on the amount that could be saved by your direct labour.'

Done,' I said. Have you a contract with you? They had and I took one after Felipe had filled in the price.

`I shall read it tonight, have my manager sign it and return it to you tomorrow. What is the down payment?

Ramon was going to say something, when Felipe said, `50% on signing, 50% on completion.'

`Agreed. Banker's draft tomorrow morning.'

I don't think that they had expected to sell a double tennis court in the space of ten minutes without even having seen the location.

I spoke with Gustav Ahlson over morning coffee at eleven and he finally accepted to allow me have his slaves treated by Hal Thiecke, the dentist. `You know that I cannot pay you for this, Jonathan, even despite you recent generosity. I am always in terror that I will lose one again, by not having a proper reserve.'

`I met your most recent arrival, Thor. He is very young.'

`He is precisely the same age as the one I lost and I worry for him, because despite his youth, which you think would make him more flexible, simply makes him more vulnerable.'

I did not pursue that line of conversation.

Later that morning I rang Hal Thiecke who had to return the call as he was in the middle of operating on a patient.

Six of your own, Jonathan, and ten others. You are becoming one of my better clients. I shall simply block book you for three weeks, the last in November and the first two of December. This lot is going to cost you and I have not even seen them. By the by, do you know I have just had a paper accepted by my dental association on Full-mouth single-day capping' based on your first two lots of slaves.'

`Hal, you are unstoppable, you really are!'

`Well, Jonathan, you will be happy to get rid of me, I can assure you, after being your houseguest for three weeks by mid-December. Do you still have that Italian cook? Yes? Excellent, that will make my stay, I can tell you.'

That evening I filled in the overseers about the construction work and the impending visit and stay by the dentist. On the advice of local lawyers whom the slave auction house recommended, I put three clauses into the contract, which would cover certain eventualities--the contractors would never communicate what work had been done or where the work had been done or what they had ever seen at the location, and that were they ever to break this clause they agreed to any settlement of the case to be heard in a court of Dahra.

On the contract, I put in Aziz al-Aziz's name as my general manager and had him sign it. He was going to say something, but did not, and signed his name with a beautiful script and hand.

The following morning at the Bank, I handed over one copy of the signed contract to Ramon and Felipe together with a draft drawn on the Bank for one hundred thousand euro. They looked very pleased, at least Felipe did. I pointed out the three additional clauses and neither saw any difficulty in them, putting it all down to Middle Eastern love of secrecy.

We agreed that they would transport the steel for the stands and any other components or building products to my home' as I still referred to it by Thursday that over the subsequent two weeks they would use my workers'. I told them how to get there -- they had refused my offer of having them collected -- and they felt their delivery people who were local would know the way for the deliveries. They themselves would arrive on the Friday morning. I asked how many `workers' would they need to complete the job in two weeks, and they said about ten able bodied men.

I had informed myself previously about the Spaniard's firm. A joint stock company, they being the two owners and only shareholders. Originally with an office on the Spanish island of Mallorca, now their sole office was in Dahra, which they used as a base for the Gulf States. Both were married, happily, according to the report, Ramon with two children, and Felipe with one and another on the way. Both were solvent but not close to any degree of wealth. Their lodged accounts showed steady business progress. A footnote said that Ramon had been a junior national tennis player some fifteen years previously -- hence I though the tennis court connection.

When I got back to the Aloe Palace the day of their arrival, Yuriy being down the fields, I met them at the front of the Palace with Greg and Aziz. I had instructed that all the slaves be kept away from the courtyards until called and those in the Palace itself not to come out until told.

My concern was that these were two Europeans, obvious Catholic being from Spain and might have no idea of the existence of slavery in Dahra or the Middle East. I had done a bit of Internet research and found out that the Catholic Church had approved of slavery up to 1868 and then with the changing times, disapproved of it, but it did not seem to form part of any strict policy.

The steel had come as scheduled and Greg and Yuriy--in clothes--had overseen its unloading, which was merely to allow the driver and his assistant user their own lorry crane to leave it on the ground beside the lorry, neatly stacked and which would be about three feet from the proposed tennis court site itself -- not a long distance for it to be subsequently manoeuvred.

Friday is in fact the beginning of the weekend in Dahra, but neither of the Spanish engineers objected to beginning work at the weekend. Indeed at the appointed hour, their Range Jeep pulled up outside the Aloe Palace's facade. Both were clearly impressed by its size, proportions and layout. In the early morning sun, its pale lime colour with its white and green Venetian shutters and windows was a sight behold.

I walked them around the side of the Aloe Palace with Aziz and Greg at behind us, chatting as we went. The chat dried up when we rounded the last corner and lined up before the stacked steel, we their ten `workers' at rest -- hands behind their backs and, being slaves, totally naked.

Ramon and Felipe looked at them and then at each other and then at me, I think to see if there was some strange form of joke being perpetrated on them.

I broke the silent impasse by saying, `Ah, I see your workers are ready to begin work.'

I heard some hurried conversation between the two which I think included the word `esclavos' and Ramon turning to me said,

`I believe, Mr. Martin, on what my colleague tells me that these workers may be slaves and hence they are without clothes.'

`Yes, Ramon, they are slaves.'

Looking at his co-director, Felipe, Ramon wet his lips and said, `Then, Mr. Martin, I do no think we can do business. It would be against our principles to work with slave labour.'

It was a brave little speech but did not work. I merely replied, `May I point out that in the contract which we have signed, any dispute will be settled in a court in Dahra. For your information, any matter regarding a slave is heard in private, and all matters regarding slaves are always summarily settled in favour of the Dahran party irrespective of the claim. Here your contact is with my general manager, a Dahran. However, the non-Dahran party, which loses the claim, is immediately sent to the public quarries for ten years, where the live expectancy is merely six and a half years. I would suggest, gentlemen, that you get to work before we go to court.'

I turned on my heel and left them to Greg, Aziz and ten awaiting slaves. The tennis courts were finished in less than eight days, as the slaves worked twelve hours a day, and every four hours were replaced by ten others, such was the enthusiasm to get the job done.

Yuriy hinted that Food and Drink were more of a hindrance than a help, and I suggested that they be kept to what their names indicated supplying drink and food to the slaves and the two Spaniards, which they did with their usual high jinks and gusto, and to everyone's overall satisfaction.

Before the tennis courts were completed a couple of other things occurred with the two Spaniards.

Because the Spaniards were both guests and employees I had them stay in the overseers' quarters, very ample and well furnished rooms beside those of Aziz, Yuriy and Greg.

On the very first evening, that of Friday, I invited over to the Palace for dinner. The atmosphere was a little strained but Food and Drink who were serving along with Bob had been instructed to keep their glasses full at all times. Ramon was on wine and Felipe on a Danish lager. Although I had a glass of wine poured for me, I stayed mainly to lime and water.

There was really only one subject on which to start the conversation and that was the courts and how the layout and foundations would proceed. Both were very impressed at the work that had been done even in one day.

`Are the workers following your instructions?'

`Don't you mean slaves, Mr. Martin?' Ramon countered rather coolly.

`Jonathan, please. Are the slaves following your instructions? If you prefer it said that way.'

`Yes. They are working very well.'

I could not resist in countering, `Ramon, do you not mean they are slaving away very well?'

`No, sir, they are actually working very well. There is nothing slavish at all in their work, other than their lack of clothes, and I presume a loss of a lot of rights and freedoms,' he replied.

`Do they seem unhappy to you?'

`No.'

`Do they seem badly treated or undernourished in any way?'

`No. But there is more to liberty than happiness or treatment or food,' he parried.

`Ramon, I did not buy my first slave here. He was given to me much as I would give you a box of cigars. An expensive present from a rich man. The others likewise. I have admittedly purchased some slaves in the past months, to save one man from certain death, another from abuse, another to please an overseer here as I never thought possible, and four others from being sent as slaves to a mine where they would be dead in six years.'

Let me tell you, Ramon,' I continued, they have a diet which I follow once a week and which a most experienced medical man follows twice or three times a week. They have better medical and dental care than you or Felipe here. They have no worries other than caring for their buddy -- each slave here has a buddy and also looking after my pleasure such as I require and those whom I ask them to look after. And they live a perfectly healthy and safe life.'

I really wanted to say more, but I limited myself to saying `Because of the situation in Dahra, they are effectively dead to the outside world and can never be re-integrated into it. But other than that they in so many ways are freer than billions of other on this planet.'

I was feeling mischievous so I said to Felipe, `So, Felipe, have your seen any slave whom you want to take to bed to night?'

Felipe definitely swallowed the wrong way and Bob had to attend to trumping his back two or three times.

Ramon appeared offended and said `We are both married with children.'

`Excellent. But I was referring to which of the slaves you wanted for a blanket tonight. We have quilts certainly, but all of us here sleep with at least another body beside us for warmth, those I must admit also for sex very often.'

Ramon was going to say something else but Felipe said, `You are not joking. Are you in all of this?'

I looked at Bob and said, `What are the slaves doing at the moment?'

`Some would be at Arabic. Some at English, Master.'

Felipe looked puzzled.

I explained. Apart from their work, all the slaves do two full hours of gym in the mornings and two full hours of what we call learning'. At the moment, it is Arabic for those who speak English, and English for those who speak anything else. We generally speak English in the mornings. And Arabic after midday.'

Felipe said, `That explained something else I was going to ask about this afternoon.'

`So, you have not answered my question? Have you seen a slave whom you want in bed with you tonight? If not, I shall choose for both of you.'

Felipe did not reply. Ramon looked annoyed and said `And what if we don't want a slave in our bed?'

`Then you have the slave sleep on the floor and you will be a little colder than you would normally be in this household. Nobody is ever made go to bed with somebody they don't want, guest or slave.'

Turning to Food, I said in Arabic, `Tell Jiri and Ali to get some body oil from Rolf in the gym, and to come here. And also tell Ross and Vitali to come here. Our guests are going to need a massage before going to sleep to night.'

`Sorry, Felipe, you were going to ask a question and I interrupted you?'

`I noticed that all the slaves spoke English among themselves up to midday, but then they started to speak in Arabic.'

`Yes, it is our custom to break the day that way. It helps us all improve the grasp of both languages.'

Turning to my Ramon, I said, `Now, let me offer you both a glass of Carlos I brandy in the salon before you retire for the night, which I think after the work of this first day, you will appreciate.'

I had just served my guests with two generous snifters of the best Spanish brandy when Ali, Jiri, Ross and Vitali, arrived and Food with some body massage oil.

`Ramon, Ali and Jiri here will give you a body massage before you go to sleep. They have been learning massage technique for some months and it will be a good opportunity for them to practise on someone other than myself. Particularly, on someone who is so nervous, if you don't mind me saying so.'

Ramon looked furious.

Felipe however could not take his eyes off Vitali, whose cock as usual was hard up against his stomach.

`Felipe, Ross and Vitali here will do likewise for you.'

Felipe downed his brandy almost in one and a half gulps and said that he was feeling exhausted. I bid him good night and Ross held the door open for him to go to his quarters, while Vitali followed up the rear with the body oil.

Ramon and I finished our brandies in silence, and then I said, I must really be off as I have a lot to do tomorrow' -- not precisely true, but close enough -- so goodnight, Ramon, and let the slaves pamper you a little. You deserve it after such a lot of work today.'

Ali told me afterwards, as he had the better Arabic, that Ramon was unwilling to let them undress him, but that Jiri had merely put a finger on his lips and led him into the shower, where the two of them soaped and washed and dried him so gently that they did not disturb or even pretend to notice his rising cock.

They then put him on his front and one starting from the scalp of his head and the other from the soles and toes of his feet, had massaged the oil thoroughly into him. It was Jiri who got up between Ramon's hairy buttocks first and with his massaging thumbs had got the cheeks of his bum to finally relax.

But with a smile, Ali said that it was his tongue which having gone down his back and between the crack in his ass, which had done the trick and released the cries of passion of a sexuality which had previously never been aired. They had merely massaged Ramon back and front for over two hours until he had spent himself three times, that he had them stop and with Jiri at his feet and Ali licking his shoulders, he had fallen asleep.

Felipe on the other hand according to Ross, who gave a very graphic description that he sucked Felipe off on his back in the shower while Vitali had each of his balls licked and his cockhead sucked for over an hour. While Vitali now has great recuperative power because of his gym work, not even he can outlast a continuous onslaught, and with his knees on either side of Felipe's head found that Felipe could take his eight plus inches without gagging.

They had then dried off Felipe and taking him to bed, they lubed him and Ross said that he took him very gently and he was fucked until he climaxed. All Felipe was heard to murmur as `iPepe! iOh, Pepe!' of some previous encounter, where Ross categorically stated - and he would know because of his wide experience - that he was not the first one to have gone up Felipe's most private tightness.

Felipe appeared the following day Saturday, in the shortest of cut-off jeans `to get a good tan' he was heard to say. Drink being more alert disappeared off and got him some sunblock, but by Monday, Felipe was working in the nude along with the slaves and Drink's first job of the day in front of the other workers would be to sunblock the whiter parts of the Spaniard.

Ramon was not as adventurous, but kept his reasonably short over-knee-length shorts on.

Neither of them refused `blankets' on following nights and the rights of slaves were never again discussed.

When they left, I asked both if they would have genuine difficulty in honouring in full the terms of the contract. Neither said there would be any difficulty and to seal matters as I paid them, they were invited to play, nude, the first game of tennis on the new courts, with two of the slaves who drew lots. Dumi and Jess won the short straws, but not being tennis players, were comprehensively beaten by the two Spaniards.

Jess said, `Master, can they come back and play us again, when we have learned how to serve?'

I had to ask myself if this contented slave playing tennis was the unruly, untamed and headstrong spirit of just some weeks previously.

Felipe looked at Ramon and then at me and said, `Only if we can leave our shorts in the changing rooms.'

The two went on over the next few years to make quite a deal of money in the Gulf States, and as Felipe said to me on a subsequent occasion, that it was a question of `when in Rome, doing as the Romans do.'

To be continued...