FOUR THE SAME by Pete Brown petebrownuk @ yahoo.com
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Part Seven
THE SLAVE'S STORY
I felt kind of sorry for the young guy as we had to half drag, half push him out of our master's audience room. He was fucking lucky that he got away with it - our master is a fair man, but he hates a fuss, and he hates being disobeyed. And the guy was lucky to get out of there without having been ordered to be whipped. As it was , I could see the red cane marks across his back and ass - he must be really stupid not to have learned quickly from that!
He kept shouting as we pushed him along the corridor, and one of the others - I'm not sure whether it was Ray or Dan - broke silence to hiss at him to keep his mouth shut before we all got in trouble. Fortunately there weren't any guards or overseers as we went along, so there was no one to issue a punishment: the only people we saw were some of the administrative staff of the Palace, and they just ignored us. We ignored them too, of course, as we're used to being completely naked around the place and it's no big deal for us. But the first time he saw a woman coming down the corridor towards him, the young fucker shut up promptly and tried to hide himself behind us - it was hilarious, really, to see him trying to keep his dick and his balls covered up with his hands when we were holding him by the biceps. Ray and Marc had one arm each, and you know how Marc's always up for a laugh - well, just as we almost got parallel with one of the women, Marc jerked at the kid's arm so that his hand came up and his dick flopped around at her. She didn't mind a bit, as you might expect, but the lad blushed red as a beetroot.
Personally, I didn't see what he'd got to worry about - he had a nice body, and a good-sized dick. In fact, he reminded me a bit of myself, when I was his age. Mind you, I suppose that when I was still in my teens I would have been a bit shy of showing myself to other people, and I could guess how the kid must be feeling.
We went into the principal guest suite, and looked round. Even though they were probably listening, we reckoned it was OK to talk as they wouldn't want to admit to having microphones in the guest suites, would they? So we introduced ourselves to the kid, and told him to calm down a bit. But he just didn't seem to listen - he was one of those cocky, arrogant kids you used to see on the streets, who think they own the world, and don't understand that everything's changed.
He just kept going on about getting back to London, about calling the British Embassy, and all that type of stuff. He even tried to pull the clothes off the bed to cover himself up - we had to hold him down again, and tell him not to be so fucking stupid. His master would be up soon, and maybe then he'd be allowed to wear something - although I doubted it! I'd seen the way all the men in the room had been looking at him as we pulled his clothes off, and the old guy who was now his owner had been no exception.
Honestly, we did try to explain the reality of it all to him. We told him that it wasn't a good idea to get on the wrong side of your owner. We told him that slaves were slaves for life, and that it was useless for him to think he was ever going to be anything else. But it was no good - he actually dared to call us a load of queers, running around in the nude, and this really pissed Dan off and he went to slap the kid, hard. Fortunately we managed to hold him back, as it couldn't be long before his new owner appeared and he might take exception to us hitting his property! But I think the kid got the message, and quietened down a bit.
We might have got on to talking about things a bit more rationally, but then the door opened and the master came in. All four of us at once salaamed, as you'd expect, but the master didn't give us the signal to rise so we had to kneel there and listen to what was going on.
The kid started all over again about getting free, pleading with his owner to help him. Then he got abusive, and I reckon he was really lucky not to get a whipping - or worse! After all, it's well known that the best way to calm an abusive or potentially violent slave is to take his balls off, and I wouldn't want to risk that for myself. Anyway, we found out why the kid had been captured - he'd injured his owner in the street, and then had laughed and been foul-mouthed, rather than apologetic: it sounds as if his enslavement served him right. Even when I was a bit of a tearaway in my teens I'd always known where to draw the line - I mean, having a bit of a laugh, or even a ruck, with your friends in the street is one thing; and most of us do a bit of silly damage to public property, and some mild shop lifting. But injuring someone, well ,that's different, isn't it? And, if you did, you'd try to help (or, I suppose, you might run off). But you'd have to be fucking stupid to stand there and slag your victim off, wouldn't you?
This Darren - as that was his name - must be a right idiot.
Anyway, he soon got his comeuppance: he tried to run out of the room, and as he went past Marc, Marc just reached out and grabbed hold of him. The other three of us were a bit envious of Marc - he held the kid close to him as he carried him across the room, and the kid was flailing around, trying to hit Marc, who of course just held him tighter. I could just see Marc's dick, and he looked to be pretty excited - well, I mean, having a hot-blooded boy writhing around in your arms is a bit of a turn-on, isn't it? I reckon he was lucky that it was Marc who was still holding him and who therefore got to give him an across-the-knee spanking: Had it been Dan, who had wanted to thrash him earlier, it would have hurt him a lot more, I reckon. As it was, although it must have hurt him, it was only like a bit of fun, really - I mean, we have some clients as pleasure slaves who like us to spank them: they get turned on by it. And, of course, I've taken spankings like that, too, as some clients like nothing better than to thrash the muscled ass of a slave like me. I know it hurts at the time, but there's no harm done, is there?
Still, lucky old Marc! He positioned the kid so that his dick was down in Marc's crotch, and I know that as he spanked the lad Marc's dick would have been stabbing up at him! He only had to give four slaps, and when he stood up and let the lad fall on to the floor in front of him, we could all see that Marc was really excited - his dick was sticking out at right angles to him. Hmmm... It had never occurred to me that Marc was really turned on by that sort of thing: he and I are special buddies, as I think I've told you. All four of us get on really well together, and do anything with the others, and not only when there are clients there! Sometimes, if we're not being used some evenings, we all play together, and don't really care whose dick is where. But I guess most of the time we tend to pair off and it's me and Marc, and Ray and Dan, who seem to fall into natural couplings. I usually top Marc, as he's more inclined to take, rather than give, if you know what I mean, and it was a bit of a surprise therefore to see that spanking the kid really seemed to turn him on. It just shows - you can fuck with a guy for years, and still not really know them. I smiled inwardly to myself as I stood there waiting for orders, thinking about how surprised Marc would be the next time we had an evening all together in our cell - I'd see if he really was turned on by being spanked like that, across my knee. I thought I'd trap his dick between my thighs when I had him in position, so he couldn't get up. On the other hand, perhaps it would be my ass that would get tanned - perhaps Marc only got off on actually doing it... Would I really like that?
I felt myself getting hard as these thoughts played through my head. That's obviously not a problem in a client's bedroom, as most men are flattered to think that they have the power to "turn on" a seasoned pleasure slave, without ordering the guy! Little do they know that when we do have spontaneous erections it's not usually because we're thinking about their old, tired bodies - no, it's because we're imagining what we're going to do later that night with the other three of us. Still, I don't like to flaunt my erect dick too much - it usually means that the client chooses you to fuck or whatever; well, OK, so that's no big deal, but I suppose it's better, on the whole, not to be selected for fucking and let one of the others take it.
Fortunately the client wanted a bath then, so we went off and ran it, leaving Marc watching the kid. I don't mind doing all the intimate things you can do in the bath with clients, actually. In fact, I rather like it, and the others know it, so if the client gives us any choice, they usually let me go in the water with him. This client didn't seem to care at all, so I sprawled into the corner of the bath and he lowered himself on top of me and lay there.
I did all the usual things - running my soapy hands all over his chest, massaging his dick and balls, and, as you'd expect, I managed to manoeuvre myself so that he was half sitting on my hard dick. That's pretty good for me - the warm water tends to disguise the fact that the client's ass isn't all hard and muscular, and you can shut your eyes as he's in front of you and almost imagine that you're enjoying one of your brothers. We don't often get to enjoy each other in the bath like this as when we're off duty, we shower and we're not allowed to touch each other - only the kids used as shower attendants get to feel us.
It's fun just to lie there in the warm, with the scent of the soap, the client's skin against yours, and your brothers around you washing him - they even slip their hands all over me, if they get a chance, and it's really nice. I only wish I'd known how much fun it can be in a warm bath with another guy when I was a free man - it makes me really sick, sometimes, to think of how much fun I missed because I had that silly phobia about touching other guys. I mean, there was actually a big communal bath for the whole team at our rugby club, and the most we ever did after a match was to stand there with our arms around each others shoulders, drinking a beer and singing those rugby songs. We could have been lying there really exploring each other and enjoying proper man to man bonding - I wonder if things have changed as times have got more liberal, or whether rugby players still think it's "wrong" to fool around with their team mates? If I were running a professional rugby club, I'd want the guys to bond like that - men who really understand their team mates bodies play together much better as a team: you need only look at how my brothers and I function as a whole unit to know that.
After we'd dried him, we all kind of expected that the client would want to fuck one or more of us, or have us fuck him (you never know with clients - some want to do one, some the other, but it doesn't matter to us, of course. We do try to manage it so that they fuck the guys who prefer to take it, and for me to fuck them if that's what they like, as I prefer to give. But it doesn't much matter - I've had enough clients' dicks up me by now that my personal preferences don't really matter at all). So it was a bit of a shock to see that he was going to fuck the young kid - I mean, who'd really want to go up a skinny ass like that, one that isn't trained to give pleasure, when there are four superb muscled guys there, all of who know exactly how to deliver the goods?
Still, there's no accounting for taste, is there? And the four of us kind of stood around, unobtrusively, as we watched the old guy take the kid's cherry. We get used to blending into the background - your typical client wants the thrill of having all four of us there, identically naked, all ready to do whatever he wants, but when he's picked one, or sometimes two, of us, irrespective of whether he's fucking us, or we're fucking him, they kind of go shy. I suppose they're not used to demonstrating their sexual prowess to other men, so we've learned how to kind of "hover", in case we're needed, without really intruding into the scene. It's hard, as sometimes what we're seeing is a real turn on, your natural inclination is to join in, isn't it? I mean, one on one's OK, but five guys together is a real party. Still, most clients don't like it, so we hold back.
I suppose we all felt a bit sorry for the kid, Darren. However much you like dick, the first time is a bit painful, isn't it? And this kid didn't seem to like it! He just moaned and cried as if it was a real trial to him as the old guy went into his ass, rather than crying out in that sort of ecstasy that lets the guy know that it's hurting you, but that you're really enjoying it. I know I was remembering my training here in the palace - after I'd been brutally throat fucked by the American trainer's monstrous dick, I wasn't looking forward to it at all when we moved on to taking it up the ass. He had us restrained, across one of the training frames, bent double so that we were exposed to him, and there wasn't a blind thing we could do about it. I know now that he was probably really skilled and humane the first few times he took us - a dick his size would have damaged us, I'm sure, if he'd just plunged in without a lot of massaging and relaxing of us. Nevertheless, I still thought I was going to die as that monster invaded me for the first time, and thought that I might get split in two by it, so I could kind of imagine what the kid was going through.
Afterwards, the kid was still lying there snuffling and whining, and he seemed pretty much out of it. I mean, when a guy's just fucked you, especially when he's been really nice about it as we could see that the old guy had been, the least you can do is show you've appreciated it, isn't it?
Still, the kid really did seem ashamed of his body in some way, as the old guy got into bed and invited the kid in and he didn't want to go. He'd got a lot to learn about being a slave - I mean, even the most considerate and generous owner can get really pissed off if the slave doesn't appreciate all that's being done for him, can't he? If the Sheikh ever sells us, we'll all be dammed careful to take special care in the first days with our new owner - I mean, it's only common sense, isn't it? He has the power to punish you, even to have your balls off, so you can't be too careful.
You'd have thought that the old guy was some sort of monster the way Darren tried to get away from him in bed, and it was me that the old guy gestured at to do something about it - I slipped into the bed on the other side of Darren from his owner, and so he couldn't scoot any further away as I was blocking him.
It felt odd to have such a young body pressing into mine - I mean, most of the clients we get are older than us, as they're the Sheikh's friends and guests. So when you're spooned up against one of them they're usually frailer (and fatter!) than you. But Darren was much slighter, and kind of skinny - you know how it is with adolescent boys: one minute they're all skin and bone then the next, if they really take to sport, and start to care about their body, they're really piling on the muscle and making that transition from "lad" to "man". Well, Darren was at that point, I guess. He clearly was sexually mature, as we'd heard him boasting about fucking his girl friends, and he had a generous thatch of hair at his pits and pubes, but he hadn't really "fleshed out" just yet.
Thinking back on it, there was one other interesting thing about him, too - he was uncut! We almost never see a foreskin at the palace - all of the master's friends and colleagues are 'skinned because of their religion, I guess, and all the slaves are too - even if they're uncut when they come here, it's the palace rule that slaves are 'skinned, as I know only too well. So it was really odd to see Darren's dick head hidden like that, and I kind of wondered what kind of sensations there would be to feel like to feel a 'skin sliding up and down the shaft again. To tell you the truth, I don't care what they say about the "look", or the "hygiene", or whatever, I still miss my 'skin if I'm jerking off, and I wondered if I'd get a chance to have a little play with Darren's before they 'skinned him. As I lay there with his bony back and cute ass pressed against me, just thinking like this caused me to have an erection and I knew Darren must be able to feel my hard dick nudging against his ass slit. Unlike with my brothers, there wasn't much chance of it finding a nice warm resting place, though, as the kid was still not well enough developed to have those lovely slabs of hard ass muscle that a dick can nest in when you're spooned real close.
The old guy was really doing his best to make Darren feel at home - caressing him, holding him close, and playing with his dick, but the kid was just too stupid to respond. Look, if someone's playing with your body, you might as well make an effort to try to enjoy it, mightn't you? I mean, if there's no way you can get away, and the guy's stroking you to climax, you might as well join in as you'll enjoy it a lot more! But Darren just lay there, pressing hard back into me, as the old guy did his best to pleasure the guy - and he didn't even make any gestures of affection or anything when he'd clearly been brought to climax and shot his load!
The old guy told me to fuck Darren then, and I was a bit confused. I mean, was I supposed to do it really gently, as he had, as it was only the second time a dick had been up the kid's ass? Or was I supposed to go in real hard, as a punishment for his churlish behaviour? It's not the sort of question you can ask, is it? After all, a trained pleasure slave is meant to be sensitive to the client's wishes, and the old guy maybe thought it was perfectly obvious what I ought to do. Still, I'd been told to fuck Darren from behind, whilst he was lying on his side, and that takes a lot of skill, as I'm sure you're aware. Almost anyone can dog another guy, or take him on his back, but you need to be pretty agile, have a long dick, and really know what you're doing if you're going to insert yourself into a guy from the back and the side. I know a lot of people "cheat" by making an entry doggy fashion, then rolling over onto their sides for a lot of mutual caressing and stuff, but that option wasn't open to me - I got the impression that the old guy wanted to keep looking at Darren, and maybe even carrying on playing with his dick, as I slid into his hole and fucked him!
As I started, I really felt sorry for Darren as the moment I reached down underneath him and probed for his hole with my fingers I could tell he was sore. In spite of the old guy's careful fucking, which hadn't gone on for very long, the lips around his hole felt all puffy and the kid flinched as soon as I touched him. The old guy didn't seem to be in a particular hurry, so I probed around a bit and found that Darren's pubic hair, as I reached around, was soaked with his cum. I scraped around and got some of it on my finger, then I started to gently, carefully, rub it into the kid's hole. He kind of moaned and sighed, and so very, very slowly and gently I managed to worm my finger up into him without causing him undue distress.
I took my finger away, scraped up a bit more of his cum and used it to slick my dick, then, so as not to alarm the kid, I slid my dick between his thighs and let him feel the shaft sliding around near his hole, with my dick head nudging at his ball sac. The kid seemed to like this, as I could feel some of the tension in his body that was pressed against me dissipating. He even moaned, almost silently, so I thought he must be beginning to understand that sex could be fun.
Well, what else can I tell you? I did manage to get my dick positioned at his hole without seeming to cause him too many problems, then ever so gently I pushed to gain access. He really was tight! I mean, sometimes the Sheikh's guests are tight, but not like this - I think there are a lot of guys who come here who are living a kind of "straight" life in the real world, but when they're given the opportunity to have proper sex, they leap at it. They're almost virgins, as they've wanted a dick up them all their lives but have always been scared to go out and do it, so we get used to dealing with them and taking them gently (well, except for those who really want it hard and brutal!). This lad was tight like that, but also somehow delicate and fragile. In spite of being as slow and gentle as I could, I was almost terrified that I might damage him in some way. It's silly really, isn't it? I mean, a guy's ass can easily stretch to accommodate huge turds, so even the thickest dick, if it's inserted slowly, shouldn't cause a problem.
It wasn't an epic fuck for me. Sure, it was nice to have a tight hole around my shaft, but you've got to remember that I was in a difficult position - I didn't want to hurt the kid, but, on the other hand, I was "working" for the old guy, who was my master's guest. If I failed to please him, and he complained, I'd be in mega trouble. So I really had to tread a delicate line, and try to do my best by both of them. And, if you've tried it, you'll know that it's not easy from the back and side - you can't see the guy's face to see how you're doing, you can't really exert your muscles to their best advantage to thrust away, and there's not much dick inside the guy, even if you've got a reasonably long one, as I have. I lay there, kind of thrusting myself backwards and forwards as best I could, needing to wrap my arms around the kid's body to hold him against me. I shoot best when I can have long, strong strokes, and all I could do here was short, relatively weak ones, and I wondered if I was going to be able to cum at all! I mean, it's just not acceptable for a pleasure slave to fail to cum when he's fucking, is it? The old guy would be sure to complain!
It's a tribute to how well we know each other, and how well we work together, that one of my brothers must have understood the problem I was having. I felt the his hot breath against my bare back, and I knew he must be kneeling on the floor at the bedside. The next instant I felt a finger probing at my ass, and it wormed its way into me. We're all really familiar with each other, as you know, and my brother's finger was soon right inside me and searching around for my prostate. And then, of course, it was all over! A quick massage of my prostate and I was moaning with pleasure, and just couldn't stop myself from shooting my cum right up into young Darren. My brother - I'm not sure which, as I forgot to ask afterwards, drew his finger out and crept away, with the old guy not being any the wiser!
In the absence of any other instructions, I continued to hold Darren to me, and left my dick in him. I mean, that's always a nice part of sex, isn't it? There's something special as you lie with a guy you've just fucked, still inside him. I just couldn't resist moving my hands up Darren's body and brushing my fingers over his nips - I'm so sensitive there myself that I'm always curious to know how it is for other guys. His were hard and small, of course, but he gave a kind of satisfied wriggle against me, and I suspected that I had a compatriot here who tended to be like me!
The old guy wanted to go to sleep then, and so I just had to lie there with Darren in my arms even though I really prefer to get up and clean my dick off. It wasn't really nice, actually, as the kid hadn't been cleaned out properly and so my dick was covered with his shit as well as my cum, but there was nothing to be done about it. I didn't sleep much, of course - for one thing, we're taught to remain alert all night in case our client needs further services; for another, the lad seemed to be really restless - he sort of thrashed around, turning on first one side then another, and moving his arms and legs as if he was having some sort of disturbed dream. I finally kind of wrapped myself around him to keep him still, with him facing me, then pushed him gently back towards the old guy so that he could spoon up to Darren's ass. At least that way we managed to get some sleep!
THE BANKER
I can't say that I slept well that night, as young Darren was so restless. He moaned in his sleep, and seemed to be almost throwing his arms and legs around, even though he was asleep. The slave saw my concern, and wrapped his arms and legs around the boy, almost hugging him to his hard body. I could then spoon up to him, and managed to doze quite a lot, although having the boy's rather bony body against me was not all that great, and his as yet undeveloped ass did not provide my cock with any nice place to nestle.
It must have been about three in the morning when I realised I was fully awake. I suppose I could have woken Darren and fucked him again, but decided not to.
It is more difficult to have repeated sex as you get older, as some of you may know, and, in any case, I had an important meeting with the Sheikh early the next morning, and wanted to be at my brightest and best. The sight that greeted me when I raised myself on my elbow was what was the clincher, though: the big, hard, muscled guy with his strong limbs enfolding the slender white body of the boy was almost like an oil painting, it was so suggestive. It might have been called "Present and future", or something like that - here was the innocent, undeveloped, pale boy at the start of his life as a slave, and wrapped around him was what he could become if I had him properly trained, the virile, tough, bronzed fully grown male slave. It almost brought tears to my eyes as I let my brain play over all the possibilities for Darren, and how I could control and monitor his development. Instead of growing up as some street punk, never having a proper job, never having a real role in life, and perhaps turning to drugs, he could become proud of himself, as the slave beside him clearly was, and know that he had fulfilled his potential for his body's development, and that he was bringing joy to other men by his role as a pleasure slave. Yes, it was clear to me now that Darren had a better future as a slave than he did as a petty criminal and street punk, and my task would be to ensure that it happened.
With my mind full of the bright plans for Darren's future, I was able to drift into a satisfying sleep, and woke fully refreshed. My morning's programme got off to a good start, too - I lay in the bath against the body of one of the slaves, again feeling the joy of his hard muscles providing me with support, rather than the cold marble of the tub. As I felt the pleasurable massaging of my sensitive areas by his stiff cock. I had another idea, so I told the other slaves to fetch Darren.
He stood there at the edge of my bath, looking down at the slave and me. He was rubbing his eyes as he'd been woken from what must have been a deep sleep, and I suppose he was unaware of the fact that he had a morning hard-on - after all, at that age it's such a usual occurrence, isn't it, that it's easy to forget.
"Come on, boy, bath time! Nothing like a good bath to get he day started right. Come on in and join the slave and me."
He looked around, saw a large shower cubicle in the corner, and said "No, I shower...."
"Boy, you do as you're told! Get in here with us, and get in now, unless you want that ass of yours tanned again."
He looked at me as if he wanted to disobey, then kind of shrugged his shoulders (he'd have to be taught not to do that, as a slave should always obey willingly, or at least always look as if he's obeying willingly!), and slipped into the water. He tried to rest against the far side of the huge tub, rather like guys do who join others in a hot tub, so I raised my foot up and started to probe at his cock and balls with my toes. I'd been to a gay sauna once where the guys almost brought each other off using just their feet in the hot tub, and I could see now why it was so exciting: I mean, you don't often mess with another man's testicles with your feet, do you? And your toes are pretty sensitive, and the warmth of the water, and the soap.... It all makes for a pretty exciting experience!
But this wasn't what I had in mind this morning, so I told him to come over and lie against me, as I was lying against the slave. He shook his head, as if to say no, so I snapped "Get over here, boy, and do as you're told! You've got no secrets from me, you know - remember, I've explored your entire body when I was examining you after the Sheikh gave you to me yesterday, and I did have my cock right inside you last night, didn't I? So why are you concerned about coming over here? What more could possibly happen to you?"
He reluctantly came over, and I opened my arms so that he could sit down right up close against me. I felt the stirring of the slave's cock against my ass, and, in turn, my own cock stirred itself into life and I tugged a the lad a bit so that it was soon nestling snugly between his legs. I wrapped my arms around the boy and felt myself to be the man in a "man sandwich" - most satisfying, in the warm, scented water. I let me hands stray up and down the boy's body, and soon knew that he, too, was excited by the whole experience, as his cock was erect. I let myself play with it, gently, as I teased his nipples with my other hand, and was rewarded by the motion of his body against mine - it was as if he was pushing himself back into me in ecstasy. I smiled inwardly - this boy could turn out to be a real sensualist after all: with some proper training and development, I now knew that his body had all the reflexes necessary to make him a real sexual plaything.
I wish the bath could have gone on and on, but I did have that meeting with the Sheikh. The boy just lay in the water watching, as the four slaves dried me, then shaved me, then helped me dress. One of them told me that they had had orders to look after the boy whilst I was at my meeting, so I left them there and followed a servant through the palace to the Sheikh's meeting room.
We had a lot to discuss that morning. I was still concerned that my position in the Bank was not secure, and that I would not become the next Chairman. As the major shareholder I wanted to convince the Sheikh that there was money to be made for him - as you probably know, if he bought thirty percent of the shares in the Bank, he'd have to offer to purchase all the rest under the UK's take-over rules, and he did not want to do that. However he was not averse to the concept of buying up parcels of shares in the names of nominees and other companies that, via labyrinthine means, his family owned. I suggested a way that we could control the share price so that these purchases might be made at minimum cost, then, once I was elected Chairman and made further announcements about my exciting plans for the future, he could quietly sell again.
We shook hands on this deal, which would make him further billions, and went on to discuss the boy slave, Darren. Once again I thanked my host profusely for the gift, which was so unprecedented that I knew I must be most highly favoured. And his Highness understood the difficulties I would have in taking him back to England with me - he had not accepted his status fully, and would, no doubt, the moment we landed at Heathrow airport, rush off to telephone the police, or the press, or both! We agreed, therefore, that he should stay in the Palace for the time being, and the Sheikh asked me if I would like him trained.
That sounded like a good idea, and we spent a pleasant half an hour deciding on the type, and degree, of training that he should be given. I wanted his body to be developed, but not in such a way that he turned into some over-muscled man who looks as if he spends too much time in the gym: rather, his natural athleticism should be "encouraged" so that his lithe body put on appropriate muscles for man in the first flush of his prime. I did not want him totally shaved, as the four slaves were, but it seemed appropriate for him to have shaved balls and ass, as all slaves do, and for his hair to be cut into a very short, masculine "hard" style. We both agreed that the boy was body-shy, and that this needed to be addressed. Consequently he would not be clothed at all, so that he could become used to displaying himself for the greater enjoyment of masters - we both chuckled at the prospect of how he would soon learn to walk around sporting an erection, and cease to be embarrassed by it - after all, at that age, men are usually erect, aren't they.
The Sheikh and I almost had a disagreement on his sexual tuition, though. The Sheikh believed that it would please me if he was turned into a complete sex toy, fully versed in all the arts that men can practice together. I, on the other hand, wanted to save some of the pleasures of introducing him to sex for myself - I wanted to mentor and guide him, as he came to terms with his sexuality, and learned the ways in which his body could please him. The Sheikh remarked that he felt certain that I would find this tedious - and that a muscled young man could easily damage someone like me, with older bones,. If he did not "take" to the education, then it would be wiser if he had some of his current inhibitions beaten out of him. I could see the truth in this, and we decided that he should be taught how to truly pleasure a man by the most subtle masturbation techniques, and how to take his master's with his mouth and throat. I reserved to myself, though, any further exploration of his delightful ass.
We agreed that it would do Darren good to spend all his time with the four slaves, as they had all "been there, done that", and so could most effectively help his through this difficult period. They could exercise him as they exercised, he could roam the palace wit them, naked, and they could be put in charge of his education in the arts of the use of the hands and mouth. As the Sheikh said, as I was leaving "Those four slaves have given untold pleasure to many, many men. I will impress upon them how important I consider this matter to me, and I do not doubt that by the next time that you return, the boy will be quite different."
End Of Part Seven