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This is the 5th chapter of The Reluctant Retrainer - part two of a trilogy of novels of gay sex.

Keywords: authority, control, slavery, punishment, re-training, submission, loyalty

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The Reluctant Retrainer by Gerry Taylor

Chapter 5 -- Breaking Todd

The helicopter ride to the Aloe Palace took just over an hour and a half. I had left instructions before my departure in the morning and Aziz, my head of household had ample time to comply with them.

Greg and Yuriy were standing by, together with Food and Drink and the two layabouts, Mamoud and Mehmed.

The Farouq's four mine slaves blinked as the cargo bay door opened and the pilot unclipped them for the restraining hooks. They half stumbled down the three steps. The pilot looked at the floor of the chopper but their had been no spillages or vomiting. He grinned at me and with a `thumbs up' was up and away before my overseers Aziz and Yuriy had finished walking across the courtyard.

Greg was standing by with the four others, my former body slaves Food and Drink and the two layabouts -- which I still unfairly thought of them in my mind.

Turning to Food and Drink, and Mamoud and Mehmed, I told them to take the neck collars off the four slaves which they each proceeded to do. I noticed that Mamoud ended up with Todd.

The slaves took their arms down, flexing their muscles and rubbing their wrists to get the circulation back flowing fully.

`Welcome to the Aloe Palace, my home. You four are here to be re-trained for thirty days, to acknowledge that Farouq al-Hamdi is your Master for whom I am doing a favour.'

From the furrowed brows of at least two of the four slaves, it was evident that they had not known the name of their Master.

`Aziz and Yuriy here are the head of my household and the head of my stables. You will obey them as you will obey me. This is Greg. He will be your actual retrainer and you will obey him as you will obey me.'

If Greg was surprised, he did not show it, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw him looking at me.

`There four -- indicating Food and Drink, Mamoud and Mehmed -- will attend to your individual needs. They will take you now and shower you, wash you, shave you, cut your hair and otherwise make you presentable. They will give you something to eat and to drink.'

`To-night, one of them will share a bed with you as your bed-mate and do anything to your body that they want to do. Tomorrow night, you will do to their bodies anything that you want to do. They can be, I can assure you, quite skilled in sex.'

I could see the Pete the Australian and Randy the American fidgeting. Raoul's eyes widened. Todd had his eyes glued to mine, was going to speak and then did not.

`But before we go any further there is one thing we have to do' and I motioned to Yuriy who came forward with a wire and a bolt cutters.

`Randy.'

I motioned the American forward. He looked frightened as being singled out. But with two quick clicks, the nipple rings were off. I told Greg to hold Randy's head still and Yuriy slipped the bolt cutters into the nose ring and with one firm `snip' the nose ring was cut, and Greg twisted it so as to ease it off.

Now the cinch,' I said and Randy was laid on the ground. Hold very still, Randy, or you'll be singing soprano.'

The guy was so frightened of the bolt cutters being near his balls, that he actually said, `But, Master, I can't sing at all.'

It took two careful cuts for the metal, which was not thick, to be shorn off the slave. Randy stood up, massaging his cock and balls and touching his nose and nipples. He was any guy checking to see that he had all his essentials still in place.

The other three slaves were handled equally efficiently, with extra care being given to the ring around Raoul's balls, but, finally, it too was off.

There is an essential element in the training of slaves and that is to show who is in control and who is the authority. By taking off useless ornamentation which might just get in the way later on was a clear indication where the power lay.

It also meant that what came off could well go back on and more.

The second thing in the training of slaves or their retraining is that unlike other Masters who train, I do not believe in flogging other than in cases where the slave has physically abused another.

The third thing and perhaps the most important for me, when I look back on matter, is that I came into training and retraining as an amateur, with no preconceived notions, with the sole purpose of securing with the least effort and least number of steps the utter loyalty of the slave.

That is why in all my procedures ever used, the slave can stop the procedure at any stage by merely stating or re-stating that loyalty. Where such is merely a stratagem to get a punishment stopped, the recidivist slave, and we are all recidivists in our every walk of life, will find that his punishment has been renewed at the precise point where it was left of.

However, the one thing which has always worked for me is psychology. Keep the slave off balance, show the slave a way out, letting the slave decide to submit early on rather than forcing the bending of a knee. All of this secures a longer term loyalty, submissiveness, control and respect for the authority of the Master. -- At least that is my experience.

While all that had been going on, I had told the four newly appointed attendants in Arabic what I had told the new arrivals in English.

Food looked doubtful.

`I can do anything I want to the slave to-night, Master? And what if he does not let me?'

`Well then, Food, when I am having breakfast, you will take a cane, and give him ten strokes on his backside before all the others. How about that?'

Food flashed a big grin.

The removal of the rings and ornamentation had been completed and seemed to have a settling effect on the four slaves, so I turned to Farouq's four and said `Your retraining is about to start. Have you any questions to ask before it does? Because after this moment, I will answer no further questions until you are all broken, fully obedient and acknowledging your true Master.'

There was a chill in the warm afternoon air at the mention of the word `broken.' There were no questions. I think they were somewhat confused in that this was not the type of reception they had expected.

I told the four to take the new ones away for grooming and then to bring them back to the swimming pool area when ready. Aziz and Yuriy went back to their own duties and I told Greg to follow me.

I explained to him that he was to follow my instructions to the letter in the retraining of the slaves. For me it was not so much a retraining as a re-focusing of their will to mine, more by psychology than by force, and through me to their own Master.

I explained that as we had only 30 days in which to break the four slaves that we would just use the first 30 techniques of which he had experienced the first eight.

`But, Master, I thought that you had only used seven on me.'

`Seven and the splits which can cause a lot of people a lot of pain, which are actually part of the technique, but we don't let on that they are.'

I told him that tomorrow starting at eight in the morning for a two hour session with each he could use whichever four of the actual eight techniques I had used on him, and that in the evening when I came back from the Bank that I would use the other four. Then following day, a further four and so on.

He asked me if there would be a following day. And I said `for Todd the American definitely. And for the Frenchman, Raoul, perhaps. But I expect the first two to break easily.'

I also said that I wanted them on as hard a gym regime as Rolf could devise so that when they were returned to Farouq, that they should not only be prime examples of obedience in slaves, they should be prime examples of slaves full stop. Greg said that he would arrange the gym programme with Rolf who was in charge of that section of the Palace.

Rolf had at his disposal treadmills, steppers, cross trainers, rowing ergometers, bikes, resistance machines, free weights and other exercise facilities which most modern gyms could not even approach. When he had suggested fitting out the gym for no expense was spared.

Bob, the Canadian slave, who used help out Aziz inside the Palace, had brought me lime water. I told him to bring me the small black case which was on my desk in the study. When he had brought it, I told Greg to sit down. Slaves do not do that in the presence of their Master.

He sat at the very edge of the seat. His flaccid three inch cock hanging down in front of his firm pink balls, his legs wide open, in the style of men who have a lot of heat between their legs.

I pushed the black case over towards him. `Open it,' I instructed.

Inside there was a fly-swish with a white ivory handle. Only assistant overseers used one. He looked at me and looked back at it not touching it.

`It's yours, Greg. You are now my training overseer. You can find yourself some clothes from tomorrow on, that is if you wish to wear clothes at all.'

`Master, thank you. I won't let you down' and he slipped onto his knees and kissed my feet as an obedient slave does when meeting his Master on his own.

We were going over the finer points of the psychology of training when the four slaves of my Palace returned with their charges. The change was startling to say the least. Each of the Farouq's four slaves for retraining had been washed all over their bodies of the grime of weeks and then given a shower by their attendant, and then washed inside -- it was not so much an enema as a triple douche.

Their half grown beards had been shaved and they were now totally clean shaven. They had had all torso body hair shaved off including their butt area. Armpits and pubic hair had been trimmed in the fashion and style of our Palace. Without their ornamentation and rings, I thought they looked particularly attractive and male, in a very virile sort of way, as I usually say, there is no need for fripperies when you have the real thing between your legs.

They came up to the pool area and Food and Drink, Mamoud and Mehmed went to `display', with feet apart and hands behind their back. Food as usual had that half grin on him when he is particularly pleased with something. Farouq's four arrivals from the mine just stood there lolling about.

A frown of anger crossed Greg's face at the act of disrespect and with a shout of display' he was in their face. Three of them instinctively went to display' and finally and slowly, so did Todd. Greg was glowering at them, fly-swish flicking in his hand, which was not lost on the Palace slaves.

`Everything ok, Food?' I asked in Arabic when they were all lined up.

`Yes, Master, mine has a very tender pleasure spot' he said with a big grin, meaning that Randy has a sensitive prostate which had obviously been touched when the slave was being douched.

`Drink, Mehmed, Mamoud? All ok?'

Drink and Mehmed nodded agreement. Mamoud did not.

`Well, Mamoud?'

`Mine -- indicating Todd - did not want to be cleaned inside, but I hit his hand away twice. He is tight, Master, even when putting in the sweet smelling salve which I did with two fingers instead of one.'

At this recollection, he smiled.

Although KY is odourless to us, to those who live on fragrance free foods such as the slaves, even such products have an odour -- this clear KY lubricant having a `sweet smell'.

I said to Greg, who was nearby, but who would not have followed the quick conversation in Arabic, `Get me the three inch black butt plug and a cane from the retraining room and tell Ali that I want him' which he sped off to do. Ali was the Kurd whom I had bought the same time as Greg.

I said, `Spread and bend' and the four new arrivals, only who could understand English, spread their legs apart and bent over.

I took my time examining their clean shaven butt, lightly touching the clenched anus of each. Randy shuddered when I touched his. The Frenchman, Raoul, who was tight when I first touched him, slowly relaxed as he realised I was not going to digitally examine him, but merely touch the sensitive rose area of his anus. My finger actually went into Pete, the Australian, as he was so relaxed and his lube so good. He gave a little jump and I gave him a smack on the butt.

Todd's butthole was clenched tight. And even when its rose surround wet with lube was touched by my finger, it did not relax. I gave him a slap on the butt and said to all, `display' which they did this time more or less in order as before, with their arms behind their heads and chests sticking out.

Then I ordered `Rest' and the slaves put their hands behind their backs and with feet two feet apart.

`Here in the Palace, when not being re-trained you can relax. This is done in a number of ways, such as in the mornings, you do not wash yourself, your buddy does it for you and you wash your buddy. Randy, Food is now your buddy. Pete. Drink is yours. Raoul, Mehmed is yours and Todd, Mamoud will be your buddy. You do not feed yourself. Your buddy feeds you and you feed your buddy. In the morning, also you will milk your buddy and he you. This can be done in one of two ways, you can jack him off or you can suck him off.'

There was an honest look of astonishment on the four faces as I said that. They did not know where they had landed or what side was up.

`To show you how you can suck your buddy off, your attendant will do it to you now and they have had a number of months experience in sucking since their retraining here.'

I told the four Palace slaves in Arabic what to do and they joyfully set about the task. Pete the Australian, who was being sucked by Drink, went pink and then blushed deep red. Whatever about Australians being gung-ho all-weather types, having a cock sucked in public obviously was a new feature.

Pete groaned as Food's lips went round his cockhead. Raoul's eyes half closed and his cock instead of just getting longer started to get thicker until it was all of 8 inches in girth. Todd's flaccid four and a half inches curved upwards with a strange twist to the left as it reached 8 and a half inches. Mamoud wanted to take the cock fully in his mouth, as well he could. Todd's hands were clenching and unclenching. Mamoud was looking fearful as he saw the hands beside his face but went on stoically with his vacuuming penile job.

The milking had been going on for about fifteen seconds, when I said, `Of course, the last one to come does not get to swim and will have his retraining start not tomorrow morning but this evening.'

Pete and Randy started pumping in earnest. Raoul was starting to groan. Only Todd was holding back, not willing to give in to the intense pleasure which Mamoud's thick lips were causing him which he did not even wish to admit to liking.

Just as Greg was arriving back with Ali in tow, Pete and Raoul came at the same time. Drink and Mehmed did not miss a beat and let the flood of cum hit the back of their throats. The sounds of Pete and Raoul brought Randy over the edge, and he had to stop Food sucking such was now the intense pain in the flange of his cock.

I told Mamoud to stop his ministrations to Todd, who just stood there with this thick wet eight and a half inch shaft of sensitivity erect in the air. He looked confused at the sudden stopping of the pleasure being given to his penis and sort of proud of his appendage so big and large, and yet not having come.

I said to the other three Do you all know how to swim?' They nodded, but not a Yes, Master' among them -- that will come I thought to myself as long as I have them confused as to what retraining is all about, not so much a physical submission as much as a mental one.

Then into the pool' and I nodded to the four Palace slaves who did likewise. I was just about to say something else, when the five Swedes on loan and the various others arrived after their work in the gardens and fields, and they merely said Master' as they ran and jumped into the pool, totally ignoring the naked man still with the hard-on and no sign of it abating.

To the sounds of much frolicking in the pool, I turned to Todd, and said `Now, Todd, what are we going to do with you today? You have just lost your daily swim.'

He looked at me totally at sea and not really understanding what was going on. This was not the sort of punishment that he had imagined he would be given.

`I believe that we now have to both help you relax and also punish you not just for not coming, but also for being difficult to Mamoud who was just trying to be attentive to you as your attendant today. So come over here now, slave!'

There was a glint in his eye, but with the numbers around him, Todd realised that there was nothing he could do, so he walked warily over towards me. I beckoned him on with two fingers, and when he had come over to the table where I was, I said `bend over it. Now legs as wide apart as you can manage. Now, Todd, you can do a lot wide than that' and I tapped his ankles a little further apart.

Todd was now totally flat over the table, his hands grasping the other side. His legs were splayed and the pinkness of his back passage pulsed as the cool air touched it. I beckoned to Ali, who came over with an ear to ear grin, and I merely pointed to the spot.

Ali was down and licking Todd's most private of private parts like a rabbit down a burrow. Todd jerked as Ali's tongue touched anal base camp and then pressed on as only he really knew how to do.

Mamoud, who had been swimming but who had been keeping an eye on what had been happening, came over to the edge of the pool and putting his arms on the edge, with a big smirk on his face just grinned up at Todd who was experiencing his first and only rimming and tonguing of his entire lifetime by Ali, an eighteen year old past master.

Mamoud was joined by Mehmed and soon by two of the Swedes who could not but help laughing at Todd's expression and at the bobbing of his cock which the entire pool could now see, jumping up and down under the table.

It started as a groan somewhere at the back of Todd's throat. Ali's tongue was now working its way up and down his perineum, touching the scrunched up tightness of Todd's balls and back up to the tightness of his hole, which ever so slightly was beginning to open up like a rosebud.

The groan became a continuous gargle and then a gasping for breath. I just stood there sipping a lime water. Greg was admiring Ali's technique. Mamoud had his chin on his hand grinning away. The entire contingent of Swedes was roaring laughing. Todd was hanging on to the table as if it were a life-raft and then he let out the first of three roars. There is nothing else that could describe the sound. Ali's face, and not just his tongue, was pounding Todd's most sensitive of areas, and his tongue was now pushing into the rosebud over an inch.

The roar was accompanied by a bucking of Todd's body and his cock under the table ejaculated a stream of cum which splattered the swimming pool surround. This was followed by a second roar and a second cumming, and then a bellow as his balls totally voided the last drops of semen and pushed the entire amount out through his vesicle glands in spurt after creamy spurt.

Ali's stood up and clenched his two fists up in the air in triumph, a big smile on his wet lips and moist face. The Swedes were giving a slow hand-clap of appreciation for such an awesome display of rimming mastery and such an awesome display of ejaculation.

I whooshed them all off the side of the pool and back to swimming. Todd lay across the table like a stranded dolphin. I indicated the pool to Ali and he grinned and dived in.

Patting a hand on Todd's shoulder, I said, `Stay there, Todd, you're not finished yet. You're preliminary retraining is about to begin.'

Taking the three inch wide butt plug from Greg, I went around between Todd's legs. The butt plug would have had a circumference of over eight inches and was about five inches in length.

`Master, I think you may need this as well,' Greg said producing a large container of white water-based lubricant. It took the two of us and the lubricant some five minutes to get the plug firmly inserted into Todd who now was groaning from the discomfiture of insertion. When the wide penis shaped top had finally passed his sphincter muscles, they clamped firmly down on the narrower shaft, and I would guess that with Todd being so tight, that not even he would have been able to extract it on his own.

Now, Todd, up you get,' I ordered and let me see you do here and now ten minutes of press-ups.'

Todd got up from the table, but he was not standing up straight. The pain of the butt plug was not just strange, it was a pain that he had never felt before so intensely.

The look on my face and on Greg's convinced him to do the press-ups. I will admit that he scored points for trying, but as anyone knows who had done a press-up or a sit-up, the one area which tightens up immediately is your anal muscles and particularly your sphincter muscle, which in his case was now artificially more dilated than it had ever been in his twenty nine years.

Twice I had to shoo away Mamoud who came over to the edge of the pool and grin and grin. It really is not fair to be laughing at those who are in pain, and Todd was in pain, groaning and grunting and groaning and grunting with each slow press-up. The perspiration was a sheen on his back. It was running down his face. His eyes were not focused, but still he continued to try to do the press-ups.

Finally, at the end of ten minutes, when he would have done a mere ninety or so perhaps, I had Greg order him to Stop' and Display.' He stopped quicker than he displayed, as he had to use the support of a chair to get to his feet. There was a glazed look in his eyes.

Todd, have you anything to say to me? Anything, like a Thank you, Master'?' I asked.

I had to admire the `Fuck you' which he managed to mumble out.

`Ok, Todd. At least you are consistent. There is no punishment for the expletive, at least, not today. Now let me see some on the spot jogging, and each knee coming up to your hip on every step. Ten minutes, Todd, not a minute more and not a minute less. If you have anything to say to me then, you can even have a nice swim. And by the way, Greg is here with a cane, in case your knees don't reach hip height. So let us see you start.'

In all fairness, Todd went through his paces. Each jog was obviously painful as it was slow and uneven. Neither Greg nor I were interested in his speed, we even ignored some knee heights which were debatable.

At about minute eight or so, there was a groan and as I had been standing more to Todd's side than to the front or rear, I had not quite realised that the butt plug or at least the inner most part of it must have been touching Todd's prostate, because another erection started to rise and rise and just before the ten minutes were up, he came in a further ejaculatory gush and came again a second time. Coming twice copiously in less than fifteen minutes is not bad for any man alive. But he did just that and stood there panting, his chest heaving, his eyes totally glazed over.

The swim was over, so the slaves were departing. Todd was just standing there bathed in sweat and cum dribbling down his legs. I motioned to Mamoud to come and attend to Todd as he was his assignee so to speak, but Raoul came over and said `Master, he also my buddy. I care for him.'

Raoul pointed to the butt plug whose base could just be seen between Todd's buttocks when he bent over in his panting. I nodded affirmatively, and Raoul with one fluid motion, pulled it out and caught Todd who was still out of the real world and whose legs otherwise would not have supported him.

`Greg, are your instructions clear?'

`Yes, Master, perfectly.'

to be continued...