Here is part 11 of my story that you are posting in "authoritarian" and military". I have sent part 10 in a separate post. Please keep them separate and do not amalgamate them, as I would like to keep your archive in line with my hard files.
Pete
TRAINING THE MARINE - Part 11
By Pete Brown. petebrownuk @ yahoo.com
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There were even more things to do when I got back to the office - even though I had cleared what I thought were the truly important meetings and decisions via video conference from the plane, you know how it is when you get back in: all those aides who like to think they're indispensable just want "a few words" with you. So I had to control my impatience to see the marine, and it was a good two hours before I could make my way down to the basement.
As I opened the door, it was good to see him kneeling there in obeisance, but I quickly called him to his feet. In a way, having to spend the additional days in the USA had been no bad thing, as I was rewarded with the sight of his partial circumcision totally healed - in place of the little "spout" at the end of his flaccid cock, I could now see the cock head clearly, and the piss slit. But unlike in a completely cut man, there was still a layer of foreskin covering the flange and about half the cock head. I was proud that my expertise in determining exactly how much to cut had paid such handsome dividends - it looked just right, it was exactly the effect I had wanted to achieve, and it gave the slave an unusual, exotic look.
Using a precision scalpel, and allowing the wound to dry in the air without any analgesic creams or ointments had also paid off - I know some people criticise me for this, and believe I could be kinder to the slave, but I have found that "air drying" is the best way to get scars that heal completely and cleanly (and, anyway, leaving the slave in pain as I had for a few hours is no bad thing - it would remind him for the rest of his life of what I had done to him, with him having no opportunity to protest or agree to this modification of his most intimate body part).
I took his cock in my hand and teased it gently, pushing the remaining foreskin up and down to ensure it ran freely, then erecting him to view the effect. It is unfortunate, I know, that uncut men do tend to have that patch of lighter skin just behind the flange when they are erect and the foreskin is fully retracted: I don't think it's anything to do with the lack of exposure to the sun - although perhaps I should have an experiment and take an as yet uncut slave and have him pegged out in the sun with his foreskin held retracted and see. But it can't be helped, and it wasn't a particularly pronounced effect in the marine, so the overall effect was still extremely pleasing to the eye.
The marine was quivering with excitement at the touch of my hand, and I know that, after several days abstinence from sex with another man, he was now desperate or the feel of my body against his. He would have been an exciting and enthusiastic fuck at that moment, I thought, and I did for a moment contemplate taking time out to do so. However I was extremely busy that day (and was still recovering form the delights of the Russian on the plane) and so decided to press on with my plans without this diversion.
I opened the door to the chamber, and told my jeweller that he could enter. He had all his apparatus with him, and the trolley containing the machine he used and the trays of ornaments was pulled by a pleasingly muscular slave - he was a walking advertisement for the jeweller, having rings in and on every conceivable part of his naked, black body (I suppose the jeweller had chosen a black - and a very black one at that, almost as black as coal, of the type you usually only get from North Africa, not like the ones from the USA or West Indies where the colour has been diluted by interbreeding with whites over the years - as the skin colour made the various adornments contrast well). The slave was totally shaved, and his skin gleamed under the adornments with that dull sheen you only get when a slave is regularly polished with oil - not slick and glossy, but more burnished, I suppose one would say.
"Start with the ankles, and I will decide as we go along where to stop!", I commanded.
The jeweller busied himself opening the various trays of adornments, and got out a series of ankle rings for my inspection. I wanted one about two inches tall - any less and they can look a trifle effeminate on a long-legged muscular slave - and thick: the additional weight the slave then has to carry as he takes each step does in fact help in keeping his calves and thighs in good shape. However there was a potential problem - the jeweller had mostly gold ornaments in his stock, as this is what most masters prefer. After all, when you have spend possibly hundreds of thousands of dollars on a prime body slave, you don't object to a further few tens of thousands of dollars of gold to adorn him (and you wouldn't bother to adorn mere field slaves in this way - the standard neck collar so that they can be chained together is all that is necessary). Gold is a good choice anyway, as it is usually tolerated well by most slaves - if you use copper, or brass, some slaves' skins can have an allergic reaction. And I think I've often noticed faint dirty marks under copper rings, where the stuff rubs away and discolours the skin.
Gold was however not suitable for this slave. My new Jacuzzi, sauna and shower complex attached to my private gymnasium is aggressively "high tech" - I had one of those very modern "minimalist" architects fly in to supervise the work, and it's a triumph of sandblasted glass, highly polished pure white marble, and stainless steel. Gold would be quite out of place on the slave who needs to complement this elegance, and so I wanted him adorned with stainless steel rings.
Fortunately for the jeweller, however, he did have two of the correct size lurking somewhere in his kit. I know it's difficult to discipline these free artisans properly, as you can't order them to be whipped as you would a slave who had forgotten something and displeased his master. Personally, I just withhold their fees as that hurts them probably more than any physical punishment - but last year one dared to send me a demand for payment, after I had told him that I did not intend to pay. When he started proceedings for debt recovery - and it was for only a few thousand dollars - I had to have him enslaved to show my peers that I was not going to be held up to ridicule by a mere worker. It actually cost me more than the bill - the enslavers charge heavily to take a free man, and he was in his mid forties and somewhat scrawny so I could only sell him to the mines, and they never pay well.
Fitting the rings is quite quick - I've mentioned to you before the benefits of super glue, and the jeweller uses this, too. As well as the height of the ring, you have to have one of the right size to fit around the ankle, and it comes opened out so that it can be forced on over he slave's skin. The jeweller then glues the two open edges, and then closes the ring so that they are pushed together and bond immovably. That's where his apparatus comes in, and why you need to employ him in the first place as anyone could do the operation up to this point: he has to select a "die" of the correct size, and fit it into his machine which is similar to a press. The limb with the open ring around it is then put into the "die", and the slave pulls the large lever on top of the machine. If all has been chosen correctly, the "die" squeezes the thick metal of the ring back to its proper shape, with the edges properly aligned, and the thing is then permanently around the slave.
My jeweller is an expert, and his set of "dies" is fairly comprehensive. You can get it done cheaper, I know, but I've looked at some of the rings fitted by others - to save money, their "dies" are all circular, and most human limbs are not that shape. Particularly if you are considering wrist rings, I think it's important that the ring mimics the shape of the lower arm which is more of an oval, so the ring won't rotate as if it were a bracelet. You need a lot more dies to accommodate this need for non-circular shapes, and I suppose they all cost money.
Actually, with this slave I had decided not to go for wrist rings - I was expecting to enjoy a lot of action from his hands, and I find that interfering with the free movement of them by the use of heavy wrist adornments can somewhat spoil the pleasure. Instead, I had decided to give him arm bands, fixed above his biceps.
You see a lot of these in those gay magazines on the muscular studs they feature. They're usually in leather, and they do emphasise the shape of the biceps most pleasingly as they hold the flesh tight just above them and below the shoulder. Leather is not a suitable material for a slave who is going to wear them permanently, of course, as it gets unpleasant when soaked in sweat. And bear in mind that my slave was going to spend a lot of time in hot, moist conditions anyway.
The rings I selected for my slave's upper arms were quite wide -3" - but I did not require the thickness of the ankle rings - the objective is to emphasise the muscles, not to add weight as such. You also need to think about the slave's development - there's usually little change in the size of the muscles above the ankle once a slave is relatively well trained, but if you give the slave new duties that require extensive use of the arms, or if you take him off such duties, the biceps can change size appreciably and a ring above them can quickly become much too tight, or much too loose. So you need to keep a careful eye on it!
As soon as they were fitted, I got the marine to stand back a few feet from me so I could see the overall effect so far. It is better to have the wrists and ankles both done, as somehow this looks more symmetric, but by having the wider bands around the upper arms, I thought I had achieved a reasonable balance in the circumstances. What was immediately apparent, however, was that the heavy gold rings I myself had fitted to the slave's nipples were totally inappropriate now! I don't often slip up and pride myself on thinking ahead, but on this occasion in the excitement of piercing the slave's nipples I had forgotten his ultimate intended purpose.
As they were only gold, it wasn't much of a problem for the jeweller to take a pair of secateur-like shears and cut through them - it would have been far more difficult if these had been hard steel. He had to do this very close to the nipple, of course, as even with a large opening in the ring the actual flesh of the slave had only been given a narrow piercing for the reasons I explained to you earlier, and the ring could not be simply slid free when cut open. I saw the slave flinch as the cold metal of the shears touched his nipple, but all was achieved without damage. I had got used to seeing the slave with the rings in, and somehow he looked "naked" without them! I of course took the opportunity to examine the piercing minutely, to ensure it had healed totally all through the nipple and there was no infection trapped inside when the two large ends of the ring wee clamped together. The jeweller loaned me a small probe to do this - one of those stainless steel wires on the end of a short handle, like my dentist uses when his is torturing me by poking around for signs of decay during my regular check ups. The slave started to move and shift as I poked the wire through the piercing and pulled it in and out looking for any traces of incipient problems - I had to speak quite sharply to him to tell him to hold still - it can't have been that painful, as by now he ought to have been used to having his nipples constantly under pressure from those heavy rings.
The jeweller then installed stainless steel rings, to the same design as the gold ones, and I could again inspect the slave for general overall appearance.
Normally I have a thick, high collar around such slaves' necks - the weight is a constant reminder of their servitude, and the height prevents them from moving their head quickly, or allowing it to move up and down. For this slave however I intended his neck to be free, as I like stroking the strong sinewy muscles in a slave's neck when we're playing, and it's also good to bite into the soft flesh there at the height of your passion. So what more was to be done, apart from the obvious? I'd ruled out rings in the ears, as I also like to nibble and bite those. I don't like the tongue pierced as sometimes an inattentive slave can let it catch on your teeth when you are deep kissing.
Large nose rings are good for reminding the salve of the utter humility of his station, and they're also useful for holding him down on caning benches and the like - just a very small padlock through a nose ring holds the slave more securely than quite a large volume of ties and chains. However for slaves like this there are disadvantages, the prime one being that when you want the slave to rim you deeply, they can be inhibited from getting their tongue as far up you as possible by the pain from a ring in the nose preventing them pushing it as far between your ass cheeks as they should. There are a lot of other piercing shown in illustrations on the web, and some of my peers have had them fitted to their slaves - but I personally don't like rings through the eyebrows, or lips, and I think rings through the navel are something of a gimmick - after all, they prevent your tongue pushing in to it and you are deprived of that ability to make the slave squirm and wriggle as you inflict a mild sensual torture on him.
So that only left his genital ornamentation, and for me, there' s only one choice possible in a case like the marine's. You really can't go for studs and rings in the cock and balls, as you want to fondle and play with those, and I prefer smooth flesh under my hands or lips. And at the same time you want to turn the slave from the "above average" into the "exceptional".
So I had decided on a cinch banding - a thick ring fixed around the root of both the cock and the balls, so that they are forced up and away from the body all the time - with a suitably thick ring, the slave looks as if he is almost permanently erect as his genitals are thrust outwards provocatively in front of him.
Because the slave had a long cock and very low-hanging balls, it was possible to use a one and a half inch ring, I decided. The diameter is critical, as too loose and the genitals are not thrust out sufficiently, and too tight and the blood flow to them is inhibited.
Telling the slave to sit down on a high chair, the jeweller took an implement that looked like the top half of a funnel, but opened out, and put it around the marine's apparatus so that the open end of the funnel was away from his body and the narrow part was around the root of his genitals. The jeweller then closed the funnel back into a cone shape, and then pulled forward on it.
The marine's cock and balls were trapped inside the funnel, and as the jeweller pulled, the root of the cock and balls was exposed, and as the jeweller continued to pull, the exposed area got longer and longer. When he was satisfied he had stretched and exposed enough, he got his black slave to come and hold the funnel so that there was no relaxation. Then
he used callipers to get the root diameter accurately, rummaged in his sets of rings to find the appropriate one, and slipped it on. A few drops of glue, and then a complicated manoeuvre began to get the funnel, cock and balls on one side of the squeezing press and the slave's body on the other side, so that the full force of the press could be used to bend the ring into a perfect circle and allow the glue to seal it there.
It was done! The naked marine could stand in front of me in the full beauty of his adorned body - the heavy ankle rings, his biceps puffed up by the large bands above them, his nipples again weighed down, but this time with shiny stainless steel, and his cock and balls thrust out in front of him, simply begging to be fondled and manipulated!
I dismissed the jeweller and his slave, and told the marine to go and look at himself in the full length mirror I kept by the side of the door so that I could ensure my own clothing was properly arranged when I left the chamber. It was amusing to see that even the few steps needed to cross towards the mirror caused him to notice the effect of his new genital cinch band - with the whole of your cock and balls thrusting out in front of you, the balance of your body is altered. He had got used to walking and exercising totally naked and feeling the rhythm of his movements reflected in the motions of his cock and ball sac, and now it was totally different - they were effectively much less fluid, and he would have to get used to this new feeling.
He stood in front of the mirror, and for a few moments simply stood there. Then he did those things you would expect - flexed his biceps to see the effect of the bands there, and turned into half-profile to observe the extent to which his cock and balls were now thrusting out from his body.
"So, slave, you are now ready to take up your new position. Do you not think that I have had your body enhanced, and that you are now something that all men will stare at and marvel about?"
To my astonishment, the marine looked as if he was going to break down. I saw his shoulders heave as if in despair.
"Master.... Master.... I know you commanded this to be done, but I hate it. I know I'm no longer a marine, as you have told me that so many times. But now I am not even a man - I am just like some sort of animal that you have had decorated to satisfy a whim. You have shaved me, trimmed my foreskin, and now had these metal bands fitted - I am no longer a man, I am some sort of freak animal that you have prepared...."
"Exactly so, slave! You have at last realised your true position. Although you said you understood that you were a slave, this needed this to be done to your body to make you realise that it is totally in my control. I say what will happen to you. I decide if you will have a foreskin or not - and you must know that this power extends to my control of your balls, too. And I decide if you will were body ornaments, and if so, where they will be placed."
"It is completely unimportant whether you like them or not - they please me, and that is the only point at issue here. However as your life as a slave progresses, you will begin to understand what a singular mark of my favour your body has received: you do indeed have a good body, and a well proportioned and pleasing cock. But in my town house, and especially out on my estate, there are any number of handsome slaves with equally good bodies and equally pleasing cocks, and if I were to have you all collected together, it would be difficult to distinguish between you. Now, however, you truly stand out - everyone, both masters and slaves, can tell that I have lavished care and attention on you. When you enter a room, all eyes will turn and look at you, rather than any other slave. You will be able to display your body to please my guests, and they will understand what an excellent master you have."
"Now, enough of this nonsense! It's time for you to leave this chamber as you are fully prepared for your new job, and I am anxious to get home and see you displayed in your proper setting. Follow me!"
I strode out, and the slave had to follow me - I could hear his naked feet making those little "slap, slap" sounds on the concrete floor of the corridor. We took the elevator up to the garage, and when he saw the small crowd of my PAs, aides and servants waiting by my car, the slave almost stopped. Even under the fluorescent lights I could tell he was blushing all over, and his hands, almost involuntarily, moved to try to shield his genitals from the gaze o those around. As you know, if for any reason you have even felt the need to conceal yourself from other men (although why a man ever needs to do this I just don't understand), it's almost impossible to cover your cock and balls with your hands - at least if you have an at least above average endownment. You always end up looking ridiculous, as you have to hunch your shoulders slightly to get the hands low enough, and the "pouch" you make with your cupped hands is so clearly shaming! Wearing his cinch erector ring, the marine should have known that the previously difficult and ridiculous was now impossible - there was no way he could get his hands to cover the cock thrusting out almost perpendicular from his body!
So the men had two things to stare at - as expected, they certainly wanted to see my new toy, but now they had this slave acting in a most comical way. There was polite laughter, and I could see the marine blush even deeper. For a moment I thought he was going to say something, or even run away, but his training held and he just stood there, an absolute picture of misery.
"Into the trunk, slave, and be quick about it", I commanded. That's the way I usually transport slaves on short journeys - there's enough air conditioned air escaping in to the trunk from the passenger compartment that it's not completely impossible for the slave, and of course it actually does not matter if they sweat profusely as they're always naked and so there's no risk of damage to their clothing!
As he climbed in, one foot was for a moment in the trunk and the other on the ground. The slave's back was towards me, and usually one would be rewarded with that pleasant sight of the rear view of the balls hanging down between the thighs - I always like this, as somehow they always seem to hang lower in their sac
than they do when viewed from the front. And if there' s movement, you can see them swing most pleasingly. Taking a step up, as the slave was, you would even expect to see them bang gently into a thigh. However the cinch erector ring, whilst doing wonders for the sight of the cock and balls from the front or sides, completely spoiled this as his balls were no longer hanging down, swinging freely. Oh well, a small price to pay, on the whole, as you spend more time viewing the slave from the front as from anywhere else.
Just a he was curling himself into a foetal ball before the lid was slammed down, I changed my mind and told the slave to get in the passenger compartment beside me, got in myself, and told the chauffeur to head towards my town house. The slave was peering intently out of the windows as we went up the ramp out of the garage, taking in all the sights of our city. I think he was concerned that pedestrians and other drivers might look in at him, but of course I have the windows treated so that this is impossible - I value my privacy!
"Relax and enjoy the view, slave", I said to him conversationally. "This may be the only time you are ever free to look at the city as we go through it - he next time you may be caged in a transit case, or herded with a whole crew of others in a mass slave transporter."
He leaned back, and I could hear that little "wet" noise as his sweat-soaked back went into the soft hide of the rear seat. Personally I don't like leather car seats, even thought I drive clothed, but I am forced to have them in most of my cars for occasions such as this - the slave had sweated so much in the garage that he would have left a stain on fabric seats.
I thought it would be good to let him see the city - after so long a confinement, I wanted to reintroduce him to things that had previously been familiar. At the same time, sitting inside a luxurious car, naked and ringed, watching the world go by, his own new position would be re-emphasised. As he sat back in the seat I said to him
"See, you have already experienced one benefit of your cinch erector ring - you were able to sit down without worry! Slaves with low-hanging balls like yours often forget, in the first few weeks of their slavery, that they no longer have undergarments to support them. Consequently when they sit down, they can find their balls painfully trapped between their thighs and the chair. But with that cinch ring, this danger is eliminated as the balls are brought forwards and outwards."
I leaned over slightly and fondled the slave's cock - it was semi-hard when I touched it, but sprang satisfactorily to a full erection after a moment.
"Excellent!", I complimented him. "You will find that you are mostly semi-erect from now on, as there is some constriction of the blood supply. And you will find that the regular erections all men have throughout the day will last much longer, and be much harder. Also at the slightest provocation, such as my fingers now, you will become erect much more quickly. The whole idea of that cinch erector ring is that your cock becomes much more prominent, and makes its presence felt far more - that's also the reason why I trimmed your foreskin, as my guests and I deserve to be able to see the cock head and piss slit at all times."
"I bought you as a slave as a 'show object' - an expensive piece of male flesh to delight my guests' eyes, and to show them that I am an extremely wealthy man who can easily afford such pleasures. All these modifications that I have had done for you are designed to enhance that role, and I am extremely angry that you do not appreciate them. However, as I said earlier, it does not matter anyway, as I control you totally because you belong to me."
It's only a few minutes drive from my office to my town house, and we swept into the courtyard and the slaves closed the heavy solid wooden gates behind the car. My town house is built like so many of the lesser palaces from the last century - the house itself has no windows to the surrounding streets, and the garden at the front is surrounded by a high wall with only the massive entrance gates to allow access. The principal rooms of the house all look out into enclosed courtyards, with pools and fountains that were designed to help make the oppressive summer heat more bearable by providing the tinkle and play of water. As we know, this was of course a stupid thing to do - in the very hot summer air, it's bearable providing the relative humidity is low, and on the edge of the desert this is always so. But adding water increases the humidity, and makes the temperature less bearable! However the fountains are a pleasant feature, and when I had the air conditioning installed five years ago it no longer mattered about hteir humidifying effect as the whole house is now comfortable all the year around. I was a pioneer of the use of outdoor air conditioning, as even the exposed courtyards remain delightfully cool - after all, it can easily be achieved if you are just prepared to spend money on the running costs, and that is no problem to me.
The naked slaves find the temperature a little on the low side, as it is of course set to be comfortable to my guests and I and we are mostly clothed. Although you do notice that the slaves quickly adapt, a new slave feels cold at first, and my marine is no exception. As he padded along on his bare feet with me across the various outer rooms and their courtyards, I saw the hair on his body raising in that delightful way it does when a man is just a little uncomfortable, and the body tries to compensate.
When we went into the rooms I had converted into my private gym the position was worse, as I deliberately keep that five degrees cooler to allow for the exercise that is to be done. But the general "after gym" complex is kept three degrees above the house "norm", as then my guests and I will of course be naked. In addition to the full sized swimming pool, I have a large 25-man Jacuzzi, a huge sauna, and a set of smaller Jacuzzi and spa baths that can accommodate smaller groups of men in more companionable intimacy. As I mentioned, the whole area had recently been extensively (and expensively!) remodelled, and it glows with concealed lights, shimmers with stainless steel, and has that sleek, modern minimalist look that only shot-blasted glass screens, natural maple, and high-priced designers can achieve.
"Right, slave", I said to him. "This is your new home. My private sports complex here is not much used as only a few of my most senior aides have free access to it, and they are usually too busy working. I myself occasionally exercise in it, but mostly I no longer do. However you will use it - every day, for long periods - to maintain and perfect that body of yours. Your duties are also to keep the place clean, and I never want to see any evidence of occupation when I arrive: no splashes, no finger marks, no wet towels, nothing: all is to be kept new and perfect."
"I do however usually take a relaxing Jacuzzi, and possibly a sauna if I am extremely tired, when I get home from the office. You will of course accompany me in these activities."
"And that's all you do. You do not leave this part of my house without my express permission. There should be no slaves coming here, but if there are they will be doing specific tasks, and you will not engage them in conversation."
"I occasionally entertain my friends here, if we are holding a party and feel like relaxing in the middle of it. I do not need to tell you that you will treat such men with the same respect and duty you give me. Your function is to please their eyes, and to render any services they might require - I would expect that, aroused by the sight of your body, they will of course want to fuck you. That is all. I cannot believe that there will be any questions, as I have explained your role comprehensively. However, you may speak."
"Master.... Will.... Will you fuck me again?"
"Quite probably, slave. If my friends are doing it, they will quite naturally expect me to enjoy you, too.
However it is unlikely that I will want to fuck you at other times, as I have trained bed slaves for that and I prefer to do it in the comfort of my own bed chamber. Just because I have favoured your ass with my cock during training, you should not expect that to continue now you are properly performing your duties. I will of course generally fondle you in the Jacuzzi, and I expect you to show my body that same respect."
Actually, that's the prime reason for having the slave there - I like a hard, strong body next to me when I'm allowing the water in the Jacuzzi to wash away the day's cares. And I like to feel that body, and play with it - not fucking it or anything, just rubbing my hands over it and feeling the planes of the muscles, the jerking of the cock, and so on. You don't make the slave cum or anything (it leaves an ugly grey scum on the water surface, and clogs the filters) - just handle him generally, to enjoy the sensation of hard man flesh in your hands.
That reminds me of one of the trips I made to the USA where I had to stay in a hotel. Noticing that there was a health club and Jacuzzi, I went down there to relax after a hard day of meetings. I thought the other men looked rather amazed as I strode across the tiles into the Jacuzzi naked, as I had not then understood that it was the custom of the country to wear swimming trunks in one - and not even exciting, tantalising briefs that display a man's cock to its best advantage, but big voluminous swimming shorts! Why on earth these men feel the need to get dressed to go into a bath with other men I still don't understand - it wasn't as if they were particularly repulsive, as most of them at that terribly expensive hotel were middle aged executives who kept themselves in shape - none of the fat blobs you see disfiguring the sidewalks of many of your cities! As you do, I put my arm companionably across the shoulders of the guy sitting on my left, and reached down to feel the cock of the guy sitting on my right. I thought there was going to be a riot or something - there really was no need to make quite such a fuss about my innocent gestures. After all, why on earth did those guys go into the Jacuzzi if they didn't want to look at other men, and be able to feel their bodies as a possible preparation for sex later?
That's rather beside the point, of course. At home I arrange things better, and all my friends and acquaintances bathe with me naked. Most nights I am alone however, and so I was going to have the marine as the object to fondle and stroke. Even though he had been outrageously expensive to purchase, and had taken a lot of my personal time to "break" (if you consider how much money I could have made by devoting that time to my business, the costs are absolutely astronomic!), I felt that using him in this way was an excellent investment: he was pleasing to the eye, and his body was really good to touch. A man deserves a little pleasure after a hard day at the office, after all.
You may wonder why, having gone to all this trouble to break the marine, I did not revel in his new subservience and fuck him every night, at least for a short period. I suppose for me it's achieving the objective that's important - I decided to break him and train him, and that provided a constant thrill and excitement for me, something I could think about and plan for as I sat through my interminable meetings. Getting him to strip, then to suck me, then to be fucked, were all challenges on the route, and I revelled in achieving every one of these planned milestones. But once it was over, once the project was complete and the marine had accepted his fate, where then was the interest? Of course he had a good body, but then so do hundreds of the slaves with whom I surround myself. That in itself was not sufficient to hold my interest.
I had done what I set out to do, and taken a brash, brave marine who was vehemently "straight" and tuned him into a plaything - a fuck toy, and a decorated fuck toy at that. No one seeing him now, rings gleaming and his cock thrust out begging to be fondled, could doubt that I had succeeded magnificently when other slave trainers had failed. Even my own father had never been known to be able to achieve such an astonishing transformation in the general outlook and behaviour of a slave. I could tell my friends about it, take them and let them play with the slave in the bath, or fuck him any way they chose, and my fame as a "doer of the impossible" would spread.
The truth is, actually, that I also had a new challenge! Just as my interest in the marine was falling, so I had started to train the father and son I had bought on the West Coast. This was really exciting - although they were not trained fighters so there was less physical risk than with the marine, intellectually it was much more difficult to devise a plan to bend them to my purpose. I wanted both of them to become completely trained fuck slaves for me and my friends, and to be able to be used as special after dinner entertainments when they had to fuck each other. I could probably break both of them into fucking fairly easily, but when they fucked each other I wanted to retain a feeling that what they were doing was unusual and original - whilst I could tell the audience it was a father fucking his son, or a son fucking his father, I wanted the audience also to be able to read that in the "body language" being used. That was the challenge!
At the same time, I had been receiving reports from the Lieutenant on the progress he was making in recruiting my private army. I saw from the data he sent in that he had been scurrying hither and thither around the world, and that recruits had "signed up" and were waiting to fly to our country. I needed to take action to make sure all was prepared, and although most of the detailed implementation would be overseen by my subordinates, it was of course me who had to construct the master plan and make the important decisions.
You may think that this was relatively unimportant, but remember why I was recruiting a private army - it was my intention to seize power. Had any word of my plans got to the Palace, or, even worse, to the King's slothful sons, I would have found myself enslaved (And I can't believe I would have been found a comfortable post as a bed slave - it would have been the mines for me!). Therefore these plans were taking a substantial proportion of my time, and I needed to ensure that all involved behaved with the utmost discretion.
End Of Part 11