The Seventh Desert by Gerry Taylor
This is the fourteenth chapter (ex twenty two) of a novel about present-day slavery and gay sex. Keywords: authority, control, loyalty, slavery, punishment, retraining, submission, gay, sex If you are underage to read this kind of material or if it is unlawful for you to read such material where you live, please leave this webpage now.
Chapter 14 -- The reports of progress
I have always regarded rock duty as one of the hardest jobs around the Palace grounds. Not only I was of that opinion, but generally speaking, so too was it the opinion of those slaves who had to do it and an implied threat that a slave would be the next one on that duty was usually sufficient to extract that extra ounce of either sweat or effort on a present job.
I was therefore surprised at one of the regular weekly meetings with the Supervisors to hear Jerzy, who was an assistant to Stan Mercer, my Head of Property, say that his team had taken on that duty.
Now Jerzy's `team', as he called it was the four raiders, part of the remains of a gang which had terrorised the outlying farms, had been caught and sentenced to slavery for life. I had ended up with four of the eight raiders including their leader, as I had been an injured party in their shenanigans. Each had sacrificed one of his testicles, thus making each more docile.
Jerzy saw my obvious puzzlement.
`Usually, Master, I assign the slaves to those teams who are short a member that day, but two of the slaves have had their reports in from the Buddy Foundation and have heard from Tommy Saunders that their families have been helped by it. So, they offered to do the rock duty as a team of two. The other two said, they would do every second day.'
Normally, the rock duty involves collecting all the stones and rocks taken out of the acres of land being dug or reclaimed and which are left on the nearest path. The rock duty slave comes along with a local type of two front-wheeled barrow and takes them away to fill a depression in one section of the Palace land. Even land which has already been dug and cultivated still yields its fair share of stone. It is part and parcel of recovered desert.
`Now that two slaves are doing it each day, a lot more clearance is being done and more quickly,' Jerzy added.
`After this meeting bring the four to see me,' I said.
The four Dahran raider slaves were that particular colour of the Gulf Arabs, nicely brown, but not too dark. Theirs was now an even body tan, due to the continuous work in the open and under the tanning rays of the ferocious Dahran sun.
I merely had wanted to look at them such as is my right as Master, but on seeing their buffed up condition as they stood `at display' in the courtyard, I decided to inspect them more closely.
All were fully circumcised with the fraenulum cut, to allow for maximum extension of the penis and the enjoyment of whomever was using them for sexual pleasure. This was a local variant of the normal circumcision. The flanges on the cock heads were pronounced giving a significant crown or corona to each penis and a deep suculus, behind at the top of the shaft. Although I knew they were not closely related, the four had a slimness to their build and physiognomy, which might have made them cousins, and it was clear that the regime of food and training at the Palace had been paying off over the previous thirty two months. They had lost all trace of surplus fat and were lean and toughened by the daily exercise.
As it was still before midday, I was speaking in English with Jerzy and complimenting him on the condition of his team.
`They all know how to swim now, Master--not all Dahrans learn--and their English and even their Arabic, believe it or not -- they were not very well educated -- have also improved.'
Just as we were speaking, one of the four slaves `on display' - they had been standing more or less two behind two -- stumbled forward and I got the instinctive impression that he had been given a push, because he looked round at one of the slaves behind him.
`Their swimming may have improved, Jerzy, but their balance has not.'
`I think, Master, the slave wants to say something.'
The slave who had stumbled forward was still `at display', with his hands behind his neck, two armpits full of dark lustrous black hair and a genital area with a tidy square bush of pubic hair over his penis, which was now at half erection with its tip wet, as happens in some people when they are afraid and in the presence of authority. The shaft of his penis had darkened considerably to the extent that its tip now appeared pink against his dusky skin. Otherwise his body was totally and beautifully depilated.
`Speak!'
`Master, we are your most obedient slaves and we want to thank you for how you have treated us and for what you have done for our families.'
The slave was almost out of breath and hyperventilating. I realised that his words in English had been well rehearsed and clearly spoken. I went over to the slave and put a hand on his warm chest. His heart was hammering in his chest.
`Did you know English before you came here?'
`Only very little, Master.'
`You have improved a lot and has the English of your team members improved as much as you.'
`Almost, but not as good, Master. That is why they wanted me to speak for them as well.'
`You do the rock duty.'
`Yes, Master. Every second day. We now have a way of doing it in teams of two.'
I had let my hand slide down his flat belly, my finger pressing in on the slave's deep navel and down to cup his solitary ball. He did not move and if anything, his breathing was more under control.
`Who are your buddies?'
`We do not have buddies, Master. We are not allowed to have a buddy. We are our own buddies and look after ourselves each morning and each night.'
I beckoned forward the slave who was on the back row directly behind the one speaking to me and who I think had pushed that slave forward.
`Why do you not speak for yourself?'
I had my hand on his belly and ran it down to his pubic area, where as I remembered, I found only one genital, the sole gonad after his half-castration. He was the former leader of the gang.
`My English is not as good as his, Master,' and he nodded in the direction of the slave who had spoken.
`What have you learned here at the Palace?'
`To be obedient, Master, and to work hard.'
`Why did you attack the farms as you did?'
`Master, we were very poor. One day some of us robbed a trader and it all started from there. But after we had money, it was for the excitement of driving the jeeps at night and making people fear us.'
`And now?'
`We please Overseer Jerzy and we do what he says.'
`What do you not like here at the Palace?'
`Nothing, Master, everything is good.'
I do not stand for lies, or for flattery from slaves. You have only one ball left to gamble with,' and at that point, I squeezed the ball slightly. All of you tell me now, one thing you do not like about your life here, or you all lose another testicle.'
The slaves looked genuinely afraid now; afraid to say something that displeased me, either that saying it would displease me,7 or be used by Jerzy or me as a lever over their obedience to me as Master.
Well?' I asked, am I to stand here all day?'
`Master, I miss sweet coffee.'
The slave who had spoken first had again spoken.
I looked at the next slave, not yet releasing the one-ball sack and penis of the former raiders leader.
`Master, the other slaves don't accept us because we were bandits. They won't wash us down when we work.'
I looked at the third.
`Master, we don't have buddies.'
I looked into the eyes of the slave whose ball I was holding.
`Master, you have never invited me to your bed.'
I could see in my mind's eye the eyes of the other three slaves and those of Jerzy on the slave. It had been the ultimate request of submission from a slave. He held my glance of surprise for a second and then let his glance drop.
Jerzy, see that all your team are put on the list of available buddies. See also that the water-guys treat everyone equally and you,' I said speaking to the slave whose ball I had in my hand, speak to my secretary.'
Going over to the first slave who had spoken, I looked him in the eye.
`Coffee? Do you think this Palace is a restaurant?'
`No, Master, definitely not.'
The slave was trembling, now regretting his previous imprudent statement and slip into impertinence.
`Well, neither do I. You have progressed a lot in the past two and a half years. Just look at what you have asked for. You have everything you need here and what you ask for is minimal. It shows how little is needed to make you happy. Let Jerzy know how you can serve me better, because that is what your slavedom is all about and pray for my long life as your Master.'
The four slaves knew the sentence of the Court of Dahra -- that upon my death they would be beheaded. There was nothing I could do about that.
End of Chapter 14 To be continued...
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