This is the 20th chapter 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 20 -- Contentment
Being an overseer now, Stan moved out of the slaves' quarters and into his own overseer's quarters but it was a few days before the auction and the purchase of what I thought would be a surprise for him.
I was continuing to have second thoughts about Hassan, the Arabic teacher, despite what Aziz had said of his attitude and success in classes. I finally decided that he should be broken and told Greg to set about it the following morning. He broke in the morning session, much to Greg's disappointment, at the mere application of the first five techniques for the first time.
Hassan had been far too smug and confident and when let out of the retraining room at midday suitably humbled, his feet did not touch the ground until he had found Food and Drink and implored them to have a word with me, that he would never ever hurt them again and that he would be their friend and buddy at all times. Food and Drink were hugely pleased.
At the classes at two thirty, as the early afternoon heat hit down on the Palace and all were inside in the shade, the pupils in the Arabic class were astonished when Hassan went around and apologised individually to each for being a bad teacher and to be sure to tell the Master that he would improve. Whether Hassan's teaching improved or his pupils got a message that I was not to be toyed with, Aziz said their Arabic was improving in leaps and bounds as the weeks went on.
I attended the auction at al-Qatim and looked at the two Polish slaves on view, whose names were Marek and Jerzy and who were twenty and twenty one respectively and looked quite frightened. Their surnames were unpronounceable with too many consonants and too few vowels, so I did not even bother trying. Marek C and Jerzy Z would do me fine. They were listed down as bartender' and waiter' and had been lifted' on the docks of Gdansk as they went to a party' allegedly being given just off the port area.
There seemed to be a rather larger gathering than usual of clients, so it took a little longer for all to get round, and prod and probe.
For the first time, I noticed that there were no real newcomer slaves over thirty five, as if that were an age limit for being `lifted'. There were indeed a number of slaves over thirty five being sold for a second time, even one poor unfortunate of around sixty by the looks of him. But when I looked closely at the catalogue, it was the number of Russians or slaves from former Russian republics accounted for almost 40% of those on auction.
I found the Brazilian slave finally. Four or five Arabs, who were looking at his colour and at his well endowed thick cock with a generous foreskin, were surrounding him. However, I overheard one of the Arabs say `But his balls are those of a little boy' and they were not large to tell the truth, while another said he was blemished.
At twenty four, Sérgio Gonçalves was a fine strapping young man. I had no clue what a limbo dancer' meant listed in the occupation' box and the blemishes referred to were two moles on his inside leg and lower calf.
As the others had drifted off, I inspected him at my leisure. I am not given to prodding slaves too hard -- they are nervous enough already if you ever bother to put you hand on their chests at auction and feel the hammering of their hearts -- so I just gently feel away and as when needed getting them to separate their legs and backsides with the mere tapping of a finger or two.
Sérgio's anus was almost dark chocolate in colour and with little give at its centre. While it was tight, it was not resisting my finger and I would not have placed any firm bets on its virginity.
The balls of which the Arab had spoken were indeed small, but not that small. No indeed, they were not. Plums are not small and he had to nice plum-sized balls. Perhaps it was slim size and build which just made them appear so. At a guess, I would have said that he had close to zero body fat
As I raised his balls in my hand to feel their weight, he very quietly said, `Master.' It surprised me. I thought that he was asking permission to speak or something, but he said no more than the word and I did notice that he was looking apprehensively in the direction of the slave dealer.
Aha!' I thought to myself. They have been told not to speak to the buyers. No more of the `Stan the man I'll be your obedient slave' stuff.'
I smiled up at him, he being on a sort of foot high dais for the viewing. While his face muscles tried to smile back his eyes were not and were still darting. In fact, I thought his eyes looked grim.
I then let his nicely sized five-inch cock rest in my hand. It had quite a heavy ring through the urethra and the firm flesh of its thickness itself was very warm. Sérgio seemed to tense up. I could see the muscles of his stomach suck in and his chest tighten.
The cock in my hand start to lengthen and to thicken until its size was a very beautiful length of just some eight inches and very firm in my hand.
This had not happened for any of the Arabs that I was aware of. Again, with eyes flicking over towards and back from the slave-dealer, he said `Master' and then lowered his eyes. I think the cheeky bugger was actually trying to pick those among the buyers whom he wanted to be his owner!
I looked at this young stud with his handsome and lithe body and I asked myself would I have been able to voluntarily control such an erection with a heavy cock ring in place, and I thought not. It could be very interesting to find out just what erections that cock could achieve without its ring. But then, to know that, I would have to buy him, and de-ring him. The cheeky bugger had me intrigued.
The main interest in the auction was definitely the Russian brigade, a sort of flavour of the month, thought the prices were not great. Marek and Jerzy were knocked down to me at twenty and twenty one thousand euro respectively. I noticed that personal skills seemed to be at a premium with such slaves attracting prices going into the thirties. Waitering and bar-tending obviously were not much in demand.
I was surprised at the lack of interest in Sérgio. There was one real other bidder and he dropped out at eighteen. I had Sérgio for nineteen thousand euro. He had not taken his eyes off me for the entire auction and if anything, his penis had shrivelled to shorter than short, as if to say `I am of no interest to anyone. The one I'm interested in has seen my length and my girth'.
I actually thought that the slave actually nodded to me with a slight inclination of his head when it was all over, and then he was being hustled away and the next one -- another Russian being brought in. I paid the dealer and was assured the slaves would be delivered immediately.
As we were working on a Chicago deal at the Bank, I returned for some hours in the evening to clinch a matter and by the time I got home to the Aloe Palace, the three new purchases had been received and attended to by Aziz.
`Purchases for the household, Master? Surely not, we are running well I do believe.'
`No, Aziz, they are for Stan, who up to now has had no buddy. So I have bought him two. I would have got you another slave for yourself, had you wanted it, but you seem quite happy with Yedo and he with you.'
Very, Master. Very happy' and he swished away at non-existent flies. And the Brazilian, Master?'
`While the Poles may warm Stan's bed at night, I though he might like a little more meat in the morning. That is, of course, Aziz, unless you .....?'
I left the question unasked.
He held up a hand, and he smiled across the yard in the direction of Yedo who was working on the far side of it and whose smile back spoke of a strange affection between the two beyond all time and place.
At that, Food and Drink and Mehmed brought out the three new arrivals who had piss, shat and been showered, and had their body hair trimmed to our style at the Palace.
Sérgio immediately spotted me and pulling Mehmed with him made obeisance at my feet. Marek and Jerzy seeing him do it did likewise. When they got up when ordered, I asked Marek if he understood English. I seemed to draw a blank there. Likewise with Jerzy, he did not understand.
I was about to ask Sérgio, when he said `Yes, Master, I speak English good.'
He was clearly a quick learner and could anticipate what a person wanted.
So, what was this Master' `Master' carry-on at the auction today?'
He looked a little flummoxed and while he might have spoken the English good' as he had said, carry-on' and auction' were not in the vocabulary. So, I eased off and said, Today at the sale? Master? Master?'
He smiled and it went right across his face. `You, Master, choose me. But, I, Master, choose you first. I choose no one else.'
Bingo! I had not been far off the mark at all.
It was now dinnertime and the slaves had come from the fields and in from the various during around the quarters and Palace to be fed. They looked at the newcomers and the Poles seemed to move closer together.
Yuriy, the fields' overseer, came over as his charges filed in.
Three new ones, Yuriy. Two Poles and a Brazilian. Sérgio here speaks perfect English' -- and the guy really beamed -- but the other two don't.'
Yuriy went across and stood behind the two Poles and let loose a torrent of Russian. There was a second of absolute silence in the courtyard and the two dropped to the ground and shuffled over trembling to kiss my feet.
`Well, Boss, they really understand Russian that is for certain.'
`Yuriy, what did you say to them? They are shaking.'
`I said that I was Speznaz captain in the Kazakh army and that I would have their arses tonight if they did not kiss their Master's feet in two seconds flat.'
Yuriy, you have frightened them,' I reproached him with a smile. You ask them what they speak. Have they any English, at all?'
Touching Marek's leg with his toe, Yuriy let fly another torrent of Russian and both Poles answered fluently in that language and then what I though sounded like rock musik' and hevvy mettal'.
`No English, Master, they lived close to the Russian enclave on the Baltic and the only English they have is about rock bands.
`Well, then when Stan is not using or abusing them, Andy the English teacher have his hands full.'
Seeing the query in his face, I filled him in. `They are for Stan.'
As it was dinnertime and Food and Drink were looking over towards where the biscuits were being handed out by Flavio and Bob, I told them to take the new arrivals across and feed them three biscuits. I had no idea when they had last eaten. I then called across Rolf and told him to ensure that the new arrivals had a good workout and swim.
Stan had been detained by the civilian pump engineer whom we had working on the two wells and when he came across, the new arrivals having been fed, were shown to him.
I told him that they were his to do with as he pleased and that for the moment he might have a language problem with them, but that that would pass.
Boss, thank you. What am I going to do with three of them? These two don't look all that girlish now that I see them, but those two Poles' backsides on a dark night might just pass for female', he said with a wistful smile about the Poles whom he had previously called effeminate' in the catalogue.
`Well, why don't you let them sandwich you in bed and the Brazilian at your feet, until you get the hang of how you want to have them and in which order?'
`Boss, I'm speechless for once' and to tell the truth, he seemed overcome.
to be continued...