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The Dahran Way
Chapter 19 The importance of coitus
Ivan Sorovich
I got a phone call at the Bank one morning from David Tuttle, Jack's younger cousin, who was studying engineering in Edinburgh. It was July and we had not been in touch since Jack and Fiona's wedding in February.
`Sir Jonathan, David Tuttle here. Do you remember me?'
Yes, indeed, how could I forget the nice smooth bodied Scot, who had stood at `display' in my bedroom at Castle Tuttle and whom I had bucking under me until the early hours of the morning?
`David, indeed, yes. How are you?'
`Very well, Sir Jonathan. I have just got my final results and I was wondering after the conversation I had with you, if there might be the possibility of you pointing me in the direction of a job in Dahra?'
To tell the truth, I did remember the conversation and I had deliberately not done anything about it. But as I tend to think, the Fates do have a hand in our lives.
`You are still thinking of working out this direction?'
`Yes, sir.'
`Have you spoken with Jack?'
`We have spoken every month or so. He says Dahra is booming.'
`Does he now?'
My nephew, Jack, had not mentioned anything to me about his conversations with his cousin, not that, of course, he should have.
`What were the results?'
`I got a first, sir.'
`So, lots of ideas, but no practical experience, David? Is that it?'
`I am a quick learner and the results show that I am a hard and dedicated worker.'
`Ah, yes, David, a hard worker in Scotland and its highlands. You have no experience of the conditions of Dahra.'
`I am willing to learn whatever has to be learned, Sir Jonathan.'
`David, quite honestly I don't think I could recommend you to work for some other company in Dahra.'
There was silence at the end of the line.
`However, I am starting a project here, which does require some building and I will need an overall site engineer. Would you be interested in that? It would be perhaps a two-year project.'
`To work for you, sir? That would be super!'
His eagerness was infectious.
`You have not heard what the project is and what the conditions are.'
`Sir, I don't have to. I don't care what the conditions are. You can write any contract for me and I'll blindfold myself and sign it. Sir Jonathan, I am so, so excited. I can hardly think.'
`When are you available?'
`Immediately, sir. Sir, I will serve you well, morning, noon and night. And I shall be at your beck and call at any hour.'
`David, don't promise things so freely. First things first, go to the Dahran embassy in London and get yourself a visa. Go to Deckams and ask for Graham, the Head Porter. He will have some instructions waiting for you. Now I have to go. I shall see you then next week here in Dahra, David.'
`Until next week, sir and again thank you...'
I sent a fax to Graham, the Head Porter at Deckhams to expect a David Tuttle; to go and collect five thousand euro for me from the cash office and put in it an envelope for him; to hand David the second page of the fax with instructions to go to my tailors off Saville Row to get kitted out for the heat of Dahra; and to visit the David Jones shop for some shirts and ties.
In for a penny, in for a pound, I had the Bank's travel agents book my new employee on a flight on the New Concorde to Bahrain with the quick Lear Jet connector to Dahra and send the ticket to the Bank's Head Porter.
On my way home in the limousine, I wondered idly, which approach I should use to breach the subject of slavery to Jack's cousin. The Cuesta' approach -- see for yourself? The Campbell' approach -- offer an explanation first? But then, I was not planning to travel to Britain until the next meeting of partners at the Bank. And David was already on his way to Dahra anyway...
After dinner that evening, I remained sitting on the veranda as the slaves dispersed from the courtyard. Bob brought me an espresso, a glass of Amontillado and some of Flavio's Amarettini and lighted the lamps he had placed on the table.
I admired the lights and shadows they cast on his beautifully defined torso and as he caught my eye, Bob straightened up and turned his upper body almost imperceptibly sideways and back again, to let the illumination travel across his muscled chest.
`You are getting almost as vain as Ivan, Bob,' I chuckled.
`Vain, Boss?'
`No, I meant graceful, of course. I still remember Ivan's entrance when you asked if he could become your buddy. Poetry in motion.'
`I think it is because Ivan knows his own body very well and he has a sort of innate balance, Boss. He is also very, very empathic. It is, as if every touch he gives is a touch he feels himself.'
`So I gather you are content with your choice?'
`Boss, I gave Ivan my love when Flavio had found his love for Marko and Ivan tells me his love is mine. I am so glad that he is serving you well, Boss.'
`I think he is a very talented slave and I hope to see his talents unfold even further in his new role as an assistant trainer. Actually, Bob, perhaps you should call Ivan here so that he can give me a report of his first experiences with our new programme. My first batch of trainees must have advanced to his care three days ago. I would like to hear what he has to say about them.'
`Yes, Boss. I shall call him immediately.'
Ivan arrived in his usual fluid strides. After long deliberation about what the trainees from the EU prisoner programme would need in the fifth compound, I had decided to have my Ukrainian slave Ivan Sorovich run the morning sessions and two other trainers the afternoon sessions. He was in charge of the rotating teams of slaves whom I had selected for their genital girth and length.
`So, Ivan, have your five trainees behaved themselves? Have you been able to teach them something? Tell me all about it.'
`As far as I have got to know them by now, Master, they are in a way very much alike and still they are all very different. None of them seems to have acquired any great erotic experience or skill prior to their imprisonment and if any of them has had any man-to-man sex in prison, it certainly did not involve a lot of finesse. Before Frank Kovacs and his assistants introduced them to the basics of oral sex in the fourth compound, they all believed that oral sex was having a blowjob and nothing more. They knew absolutely nothing about licking or touching each other's inguinal area, the balls, the remaining ball I mean, Master, the scrotum, the perineum and finally the anus itself. Frank had to teach them everything, sucking the tip of the penis, tonguing the urethra, sucking the glans, licking the corona, tonguing the upper and lower shaft and the discreet use of teeth.'
`I am also sure, Master, that these five must have arrived in Dahra as anal virgins, from what Niko tells me about the time he has had getting them used to their first butt-plugs. They have all by now been stretched to a certain point. Frank has also had them introduced to finger fucking to a certain degree and the Serb has had a fisting session with Bryce that has taken care of any future muscular resistance in that department.'
`And how did your first lesson go with them in anal sex-training?'
`I think, Master, that the day when took them to the training table around midday after language classes and told them they were now going to be fucked, it constituted an important turning point in their training.'
The two slaves from the Balkans seemed petrified. The Catalan's face turned white and the Austrian closed his eyes and dug his toes into the sand. The Italian was the only one, who seemed somewhat relaxed, even though it must have been evident to all of them from the very first butt-plug where the road was leading to. I chose him for the first demonstration and told the others to remain standing at rest' and watch.'
`I took care of the Italian myself, Master. He had placed himself in the required position bent over the table, so I used a fair amount of massage oil to rub and touch him all over his body. He did not move, but seemed to relax when he felt my hands on his shoulders and tense again, but in growing arousal, when I gently started on his thighs and buttocks. I massaged his neck and his skull and then started lubricating him. His anus was now flexible enough to allow an easy entry just with some gentle pressure and when I had liberally oiled my own cock there was no great resistance at all. I let him feel my size while I continued to massage him and had some of the others from my team massage his shoulders and back as well.'
`I like taking my time and I like to go slowly. I have learned from Bob, Master, that the one, who is on the receiving end really appreciates it if penetration is approached slowly and carefully, especially if the anal passage is not naturally very wide. I started with a gentle in-and-out motion to let the Italian get used to the feeling. Anyway I was not aiming at great orgasms or anything on this occasion. There was no need to spend myself or have the other spend himself.'
`Well, after what I have been hearing from Bob, Ivan, one of your greatest attributes is your cock, which, as he claims, when once erect simply will not go down.'
`Possibly, Master. I just believe in going slowly, especially with these new slaves, who are confronted with a new situation.'
`So, was everyone as compliant as this Italian, or did anyone give you any trouble?'
`By the time I was finished with the first one, Master, three of the others were having an erection, except the Austrian, who looked, as if he was going to be sick. So I had two of my assistants continue with the Serb and the Bosnian successively. The Serb had his teeth clenched and an unfathomable expression on his face, but he bent over the table and did not utter a sound during the whole procedure. The Bosnian remained silent as well, except for some groans when he was penetrated deeply in places where the plugs had never gone and some gasps of pleasure afterwards.'
Then I told the Austrian to get on the table and he refused. He remained totally immobile, as if rooted to the spot. When I ordered him to come forward a second time, he started shaking and whispered You can not. You can not. You can not make this with me.'
`I had to indicate to my assistants to lead him to the table and force him to bend over it and we strapped his legs, arms, neck and upper body down tightly as the other four trainees watched. His body was still shaking and he had started to cry.'
I fetched one of the ball-gags, Master, and I crouched down before his face.
Again he whispered between gasps `You can not make this. It is violence. It is...'
It is part of your sexual training, slave,' I said. I held the gag up before his face. If I hear one more word from you, this goes into your mouth for the rest of the day.'
The Austrian closed his mouth, closed his eyes and continued shaking his head from side to side.
I placed myself behind him. We had tied his legs wide apart, with his backside up in the air at hip level for me, so physical resistance had gone out of the window. I was as slow and careful with him as I had been with the Italian and even used some of the massage oil, but he continued to cry through the whole lesson and was still crying when he had been released and told to get back in line.'
`What did the Catalan do after seeing this?'
He did something strange, Master, something that came unexpected, at least to me. He looked into my eyes and said, Sir, can you please tie me to the table, too. It is difficult. I will do it, I will be quiet, but it is difficult. Please help me and tie me.' '
`So you did?'
`I did, Master and had one of the others use the oil on him and we all touched him. He came quite quickly on first being penetrated and all the muscles on his back were contracting and relaxing as he gasped out his pleasure. I am certain we would have seen quite some jumps, if he had not been restrained. That's the lot, Master. We gave them water and half a biscuit afterwards and continued training after the break.'
`Thank you for your account, Ivan. We seem to have a very observant and knowledgeable assistant overseer in this programme. Now I think we may need a break as well. I could not help noticing that during your recital, your cock has started living up to its fame again.'
`Yes, Master. What would you like me do?'
`I think I would like you to check the massage oil supply in my bedroom, fetch some more if it seems to be at a low tide, then fetch Bob and be ready to rub his beautiful backside.'
`Yes, Master, with pleasure.'
I watched Ivan's graceful strides as he disappeared into the Lime Palace.
End of chapter 19
To be continued...