This is the 6th 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 6 -- Initial success
I had to leave the following morning at my usual time, so between Aziz and Yuriy wanting some final approval of things they were doing, I left not having really seen any of the slaves.
The day was a busy one. The whole financial services area of the Gulf was booming and Dahra was more and more to the centre of the boom and we, at Deckams, more and more to the centre of Dahra's finances through the favour of my friend Tariq al-Akhri at the Finance Ministry.
I have lunch out with Gustav Ahlson, the Bank's general manager, five of whose Swedish slaves I was hosting at the Aloe Palace -- those of yesterday's frolicking in the swimming pool.
I visited a speciality shop for slaves and could see where Farouq had got some of his ring ideas from -- various varieties being on expensive display -- though not being worn or modelled by slaves, who are usually not to be seen in the capital city.
I made a half a dozen purchases or so for the retraining program and some items of furniture for the retraining room itself which would be delivered, together with a beautiful brown leather table which adjustable sections, which I though would come in very hand in my bedroom.
I even met Rashid al-Akhri briefly -- Tariq's eldest brother, he coming in, and I going out of the shop -- being followed as he was by two bodyguards and a frightened looking European lad, whom I would have presumed to be a slave from one of his country places. We exchanged pleasantries and I knew that sooner rather than later, I would have to invite him to the Aloe Palace for dinner.
The afternoon sped by. I was able to put some business the way of Tommy Elford in our Tokyo office, but really did not have time to talk to him at length -- his wife's home decoration coming along delightfully slowly and consequently she not being in his hair. He said he would include me in any options which the business I had put his way might have to offer. This he did in fact two months later and which made my Grand Cayman Island account richer to the tune of half a million dollars.
I was therefore happy to be back at the Aloe Palace by mid-afternoon, just before five o'clock, and personally anxious to hear how Greg had got on. However, I resolved not to break my regular routine, and had Rolf at the gym give me my usual workout and then had Vitali give me a twenty minute deep frontal massages.
I love particularly when Vitali sits on my chest, those perfect buttocks of his just inches from my face, his manly perspiration wetting my nipples, and just the hint of a scent from his crack, as his hands massage my legs and thighs.
I have taught myself restraint in waiting at least two minutes before raising up his hips, pulling him back a bit and taking his member in my mouth -- he always leaks copiously when he looks at my genitals for some reason. Maybe he remembers that I was the first to take his virginity, as I had done the others, but with him, it was to replace his fears and repressed feelings with a joyous sense of fun and achievement.
Vitali has never been able to hold back, and anyway, I admitted do suck very well. It is only when I rim him that he loses total control, and I know then that I have about fifteen seconds to get his penis back in my mouth before he spills his seed with the force of a national park geyser. He did not disappoint me either that evening.
Rolf, the gym master was looking on with a smile.
`So, Rolf, the slaves in for retraining? How did they do on the gym work you set out for them?
Very well, Boss' -- he had picked that Boss' habit up from Ross, the English slave. `Two hours very hard work this morning and two again this afternoon from two to four, just like you wanted.'
I dressed and went to see Greg over at the slaves building, or rather at the extension to it which was the retraining centre. I stored away my purchases of the day at the slave shop, knowing that the furniture items would be delivered the next day.
Looking through the one-way glass of the cell partition wall, I could see that Pete the Australian and Randy the American were in individual cells to one side. Pete with his head on his knees and his arms around his legs as he sat on the floor. Randy, with his head against the wall, and half asleep. Todd, the other American was in the common cell, so therefore Raoul must be with Greg at the moment being re-trained.
I went up to the soundproof door of the retraining room door and let myself in quickly. Had Raoul being making any cry or shout, I thought it best that the others did not hear it.
In fact, it was Greg whom I heard speaking, Raoul, do you acknowledge that you are a slave and that Farouq al-Hamdi is your Master?' he said to the slave who was in the splits' position suspended over the side of the adjustable table. Greg was in the middle of the first retraining session.
Raoul mumbled something which I could not catch as his head was effectively the other side of the table, but clearly not the correct answer, because Greg stepped back to continue the retraining . He saw me, was about to say something to me, but I motioned him to continue.
He let his fingers trail over Raoul's exposed buttocks and down his thighs. He was saying with his fingers where the next punishment would be. It was an interesting variant on my technique. Raoul began to try and tighten his muscles there, but could not being in the suspended `splits' position he was in.
Greg flexed the cane in the air, and unseen to Raoul brought it down at ten second intervals just once on each of the slave's tender inside thigh. Raoul screams was penetrating. Raoul's scream ended with a slight hoarseness as if his vocal chords could reach no higher timbre.
`Raoul, do you acknowledge that you are a slave and that Farouq al-Hamdi is your Master?' Again, Raoul, mumbled his wrong reply.
The next stage of this first retraining session is the quick fuck of the suspended slave. Greg held up a tube of lubricant and offered if to me. I was about to refuse when I realised that he must have already today fucked the other two slaves Pete and Randy already. So, I stripped off my clothes in silence. Raoul would not know that there were now two retrainers in his presence, and I lubed up my cock which was quite hard after all the day's wait.
Positioning myself directly behind Raoul's clenched butt hole, I drew my hips back and with one powerful thrust, I impaled him with seven and a half inches of hard manhood. Raoul roared his shame, his humiliation and his rape to the unlistening and uncaring walls of the retraining room. But there was logic in my possibly perceived cruelty to the bound and suspended slave whose legs and thighs must have been in agony as gravity pulled and the weight of his body was forced down on untrained muscles. But as in surgery, you have at times to be cruel to be kind, and it is best in and out quickly.
There was nothing fine or fanciful in what I did. It was a force of nature acting on a lesser receptacle, albeit one strapped to a table and half suspended over its edge. The level of my entry and the force of my thrusts meant that on my withdrawals, which if the truth be told were only to the outer muscle only of the sphincter and not out fully, made Raoul's body be supported ever couple of seconds on his gymnast split and open legs, which angle human legs were never meant to be for very long without considerable pain. His screams told me of his pain as well as of his humiliation.
I soon spent myself. It was not worth trying to hold back. I pulled out and saw that I was perfectly clean with only lubrication on my now rapidly becoming flaccid cock. I had Greg wait a few second until I dressed, and then had him go round to Raoul's face, so giving the impression that it was he who had conducted the anal assault. He would never know who had taken him that day.
`Raoul, do you acknowledge that you are a slave and that Farouq al-Hamdi is your Master?'
This time the answer was different, because Greg had to listen carefully between the gasping sobs of pain, and shame, of pain and humiliation.
There is an unfounded belief that we can all hold on for days under any sort of forced training, re-training or even torture. Such is simply not true. It requires a very disciplined mind much more than a disciplined body. The human body is built only for so much stress then it simply shuts down, the human mind no less. Stress on both produces the breakdown much more quickly than we all imagine.
`Yes, I am a slave. Yes, Farouq al-Hamdi is my Master'
`Raoul, are you quite sure you know what you are saying? There can be no changing afterwards.
`Yes, I am a slave. Yes, Farouq al-Hamdi is my Master' and his sobbing washed the walls with his anguish and capitulation.
Greg stood up and ran his hand over Raoul's shoulders. He lowered the table to all one level, and released the slave's legs from the suspending leather stirrups and left him to recover his composure for a minute.
We walked out of the retraining room. `A good day, I think, Greg, would you not say to have broken Raoul?'
`Master, a better day than you think. Randy broke in the first session. Pete the Australian in the second, and now the Frenchman after your intervention. A great day's work, if I say so myself.'
I was surprised at his success and I congratulated him on it. He took his praise well, to be seen more in the glint in his eyes, than on the face itself.
`What do you want to do about the other American, Todd?' I asked.
`If you do not mind, Master, I shall leave him for tomorrow, leaving him in a cell on his own tonight.'
Our communal cells are not locked, as they slaves are free to wander around the building at night and sleep two to each of the large pallets.
Todd's single cell would normally be locked as he would still be considered really and truly `wild' and his hands would not be allowed touch himself.
I seemed to remember that Todd was supposed to have his attendant Mamoud sleeping with him tonight, for the attendant's enjoyment not his. But, as Greg suggested, I left the start of his actual retraining to begin really the next day.
I had Mamoud called, and told him to have Todd shit and piss and shower. When he was brought back, Todd was clipped to the pallet bed which had velcro straps just looped under and over the four corners of the pallet. I really did not trust him on his own yet with Mamoud, who though strong enough for a twenty one year old or so, but who would be not match for a resisting Todd.
I had asked Mamoud did he want Todd on his front or on his back. Mamoud had licked his lips for a second and said on his back. The velcro straps were now affixed to Todd.
I gave Mamoud's short stubble of head hair a rub for good luck and left the untamed Todd to his tender mercies.
After dinner to which I invited Greg over to talk but not to eat as assistant overseers also live on the slave biscuits as a rule. He filled me in on the details of the breaking of Randy and Pete. He did not miss a detail.
Finally, I had Randy, Pete and Raoul brought in. All three looked dejected as if they had lost something more than the breaking of a spirit, and more akin to the acknowledgement of the loss of their physical freedom.
Each came forward made obeisance in kissing the marble floor in front of me, and kissing my feet. As I was not their Master, I would not allow them to put my foot on the back of their necks, which is only done with one's own Master.
I called in Food and Drink and Mehmed and handed over their assignees to them for the night to do with them what they wanted in bed. Food and Drink who had never been given an individual bed plaything before were almost dancing with glee.
Mehmed was looking in awe at the Frenchman who was to be his toy for the night. He then sort of straightened up, came forward and taking Raoul by the cock led him off to the slaves' quarters. Food and Drink did the same to a shocked Randy and Pete.
That night it appears Food and Drink made each other a bet as to who would come the most. Being very fit twenty one year olds, Food took Randy six times to orgasm and came himself four times. He finally fell asleep at four o'clock. Drink sucked and fucked Pete until Pete had come five times and begged to Drink to stop, who finally did when he himself had come five times as well.
Mehmed touched Raoul all over for the best part of two hours and then fucked him straight for another three making Raoul come a total of four times. Mehmed never came once until the following morning, when waking up at first light still inside Raoul, he fucked Raoul so hard with his legs over his head, that Raoul's shouts wakened the others who simply milked their buddies there and then as it was morning.
Mamoud on the other hand having been left alone with Todd simply sat on the pallet beside him. Neither spoke a word of the other's language. But if there was one language which Mamoud knew to perfection having watched his Masters for years, it was body language. Todd radiated hostility. He knew his body was going to be used and the anger in him was explosive. The useless pulling at the velcro straps would have made that clear.
For Mamoud, Todd and his American body were a revelation. Apart from Mehmed, he really had never had any relationship of friendship or sex with anyone, and here now at this side and at his finger tips for his sole enjoyment was a fair skinned, medium tanned, brown haired American. When the others had milked their assigned slaves this morning, he had jerked off Todd and when it was Todd's turn, he had done it to Mamoud as if handling a brush, but not a male organ. It was something he had done, because he would have been punished had he not done to Mamoud.
Mamoud's body sitting on the side of the pallet obscured his left hand as he ran the back of it down side of Todd's leg from the knee to his ankle. Todd jumped at the touch and let out a stream of obscenities. Mamoud just looked him in the eyes, almost popping out of his head and slipped off the pallet to kneel beside it and Todd.
He ran his finger up Todd right leg, the farthest away from him, from the tips of Todd's toes to his knee. Todd jerked and jerked and the word were a blurred mumble of invective to Mamoud's face.
Mamoud fingers continued their travels up Todd's thigh and over his hip and on to his belly, which was heaving as much as his chest the exertions of his pulling on the velcro and jerking around.
It was only when Mamoud's fingers actually brushed over his chest and nipples that Todd began to calm down, as if realising that he was not just been touched by a man or slave, but by a gentle creature. They were not the touches of a lover, not yet anyway, but of a person who had experienced pain and humiliation himself and who had subsequently know the healing power of touch.
Todd closed his eyes as the fingers touched his throat, his chin and jaw line, his ears, and eyelids. Mamoud delighted in the touch of a skin and firm fat free flesh so different in its texture to his own. Out of nowhere, Todd could feel an erection coming on. He willed away and willed it to stop, but it lengthened and thickened and crept up towards his belly button.
But you cannot will away 8 and a half inches of hard fully extended prime manhood when it gets a mind of its own. It did not take Mamoud long to notice, who looked Todd in the eye, and taking the erect cock in his left hand, before giving Todd any chance to voice other body language or voice rejection, he held up his right hand, middle finger pressed hard up against the tip of the thumb for a flick, and without taking his eyes off Todd's brought his middle finger down to the engorged head of Todd's cock.
Todd was about to say `Nooooo,' when Mamoud flicked his middle finger against the swollen glans, Todd jerked and shouted a cry. Mamoud releasing Todd's cock from his left hand where it had merely been resting let the totally deflated member drop to Todd's belly. Mamoud had just executed the oldest nurse's trick in the book and he smiled a big smile with a mouth of perfectly capped white teeth.
If the forced deflation of his erect member had caused Todd some unmanly surprise, he was even more surprised when Mamoud undid the velcro on his right ankle, and rubbed it, not that the blood supply or circulation would have been stopped.
Mamoud then undid the left ankle and Todd's two wrists, which Todd massaged himself, and then Mamoud just sat at the end of the pallet, with his legs drawn up and clasped, and his chin and then his forehead resting on his knees as if dozing.
Todd scrambled to a sitting position and sat at the other end of the pallet as far away as a stand-off would allow. The light from the bulb outside the cell was not strong enough to show anything other than the outline of his assigned slave. He was unharmed, nothing had happened to him. He was intact apart from the flick to his cock.
He wondered what was happening to Randy and Raoul and Pete. Most like a lot worse than had happened to him. The overseer had said they were to be used by the attendants as the attendants wanted. His had set him free.
Earlier, his attendant had just laughed at Todd when the other slave had been rimming him by the swimming pool and had enjoyed clearly in a simple way with the Swedes when he had come all over the place. Todd was forced to smile at the recollection of the force and quantity of his ejaculation.
For some unknown reason Todd was drawn to the quiet slave attendant at the bottom of the pallet. He absolutely hated and abhorred anything unmanly, anything faggot or queer, yet here was a guy who had set him free when in fact he could have raped him even but had not. He could have done anything to Todd's nipples which were his most sensitive body parts, yet he lightly brushed over them, and he did not even know how to thank the guy.
Todd slid down the pallet until he was sitting beside Mamoud. Gently he ran his finger up against the grain of the hairs and skin on the guy's leg still clasped bent up between his arms and up by his chest. His leg was warm. Its skin felt different to his own as if there were different level of tissue under the skin -- fat there was none.
Mamoud looked up and smiled. Todd said something to him which he did not understand, but he understood the body language of one who was trying to make amends. He stretched out a single finger and ran it down Todd's forehead and nose and over his lips. Todd shuddered. The finger touched his lips again, and parted them gently. Todd lips parted and the finger touched his tongue. It was the ultimate trust placing a hand in the mouth of the lion or the untamed wild beast. Todd closed his eyes and sucked the finger.
He felt his body being pushed back down on the pallet. He dared not open his eyes. He was not a fag! He was not gay! He was not queer!
The finger was withdrawn from his mouth and it and its companions were touching his neck and chest and nipples and armpits. He was floating on a raft of simple pleasure. He gasped to himself when warm lips encircled his penis and an expert tongue flagellated the sensitivity of his frenullum and ridges of his flanged cockhead.
He gasped even more when a hand when between his legs and stroked his balls, and down towards his hole which had been stretched unmercifully earlier on with the Master's butt plug. What was he thinking? That Englishman was not his Master. He jerked as a finger touched the lubricated entrance of his back passage and a frisson of pleasure shot up through his body from the nerve endings of his rosebud entrance.
His eyes were now firmly closed. He was trying to keep his breathing under control. The lips on his penis head were causing an erection to end all erections and then they were gone, no more. He felt his legs being pushed up over his body and the cool of the air touched his unprotected anus.
Was the attendant guy going to fuck him? Would he let him? What was he thinking? Of course, he would not let him.
But at that precise moment, Mamoud's moistened glans pressed against a butt hole which had been stretched by butt plug, press-ups and on the spot jogging while the butt plug had still been inserted. The pleasure of the touch of that penis head on his most private of spots sent shudders in spasms through his body. There was the slightest of pressure and he could feel a cock inside him. There had been no pressure, no pain, no pushing, no grunting or shouting or forced entry. It was simply inside him and gently rocking in and out. What was inside him was large and long, but somehow he was accommodating its length and its girth. He dare not think of what the intruder might even look like.
Todd felt lips kiss his eyelids and his forehead and his cheeks. The rocking motion did not miss a beat or stroke. They could hardly be called penetrations as they were an easing in and out giving him such pleasure that he had never thought possible. And then it stopped and nothing was inside him and he felt cheated, but he dared not open his eyes.
And then the lips were again on his penis, but this time it was different. They were running up and down the length of his shaft like nothing he had ever experienced in his entire twenty nine odd years. No girl had ever done this to him back home, not even his wife in their most tender of moments.
A pressure pot was beginning to boil inside him. He realised that Mamoud was over him in a classical sixty nine position, and at that moment of realisation, a cock for the first time in his entire life touched his lips.
Todd froze in one part of his mind. It was a cock. It was more than a cock. It was monstrously large, all of at least six inches long just before his eyes. All of four inches wide and that had been up him. He could even smell his own body juices on its tip. What was he thinking? What would he do?
Mamoud's cock was moving slightly over his lips and Mamoud body rocked up and down as he suctioned Todd's full erection. The cock on his lips was not dry. There was a wetness to it. He touched it with his tongue. His mouth opening up suddenly had a little of the cock inside it. What sort of man was he? He was not a cocksucker. But the lips on his own penis were shattering his pre-conceived notions.
He let his tongue run round the top of the penis touching his lips and just half in his mouth. It tasted a little strange and then he realised in shock, that it was a combination of his own ass juices, Mamoud's precum and the taste ever so slight of the KY which had been on the early evening butt plug. Realisation made the taste all the more erotic and he sucked up as far as he could raise his head.
His nose touched Mamoud's swinging balls and he knew that he must have at least five inches of cock in his mouth. He was doing things he had sworn to himself in his most intimate red-blooded thoughts that he would never ever do, and now he wanted to do those things even more!
His eyes were still closed as if by having them closed he could somehow mentally adjust to his new situation. He rested his hands on Mamoud's warm buttocks which were rocking forwards and backwards as Mamoud expertly sucked him off. Four times he thought he was about to lose it and ejaculate, and four times Mamoud knew the precise split second to change tactic, position, touch, caress, or whatever it was that was needed to leave him on the edge of sexual release without bringing him over that precipice of no return.
He was unskilled in cock-sucking, but he tried to emulate that strokes and touches being felt on his own cock. He must be succeeding as Mamoud let a groan and what was a large penis grew to six inches of hard warm wet length but so thick Todd could barely take the four inch diameter in his mouth without choking.
All of a sudden a rush of cum hit the back of his throat so hard and so fast that he though he would indeed choke on it. Mamoud groaned three more times and each time a load was released. Somewhere in the back of Todd's mind a small voice said not to lose a drop of it, and he did not.
The tempo of the lips on his own cock changed gear and in one reverse series of bungee jumps his own cock shot up spurt after spurt after spurt into Mamoud's mouth.
It was over with a suddenness equal to the intensity of its ending. Mamoud was lying now beside him. Todd had opened his eyes to see his attendant slave. Mamoud turned him on his side facing him and ran his hands over his shoulders and back, pulling his closer and closer until their bodies were touching from forehead to chest to wet penises to knees to toes. Mamoud slipped an arm under Todd's head and with the fingers of his other hand closed his eyelids.
Todd woke stiff but not sore in that position as the early morning sun came into the quarters. Mamoud was out for the count, his chest rising and falling in sleep.
Todd wondered how he could make the decision that he knew he had to make, how he could find the courage in his own soul and body and closed his eyes in resigned slumber before they all soon would be called.
To be continued..