This is the 7th 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 7 -- The taming
Whenever possible I try to see the slaves each morning before setting off for the Bank. That particular day was no different. After my light breakfast on what promised to be a scorcher of day, I walked over to the slaves' quarters where by now they would have been up, shit, pissed, showered, shaved their buddy wherever necessary and be ready for an inspection by either myself or Aziz. Yuriy would also normally tag along as my overseer of stables, but it was the piercing look of Aziz which keep all, even the rotating-on-loan Swedes, on edge and sharp.
As I entered the quarters all 18 slaves - those of the Palace - went into obeisance touching their heads to the ground on one side in three lines of six and the Swedes, who now had increased to ten on permanent rotation, to another side in two lines of five. Could the Aloe Palace now actually have twenty eight slaves in it, plus three overseers of household, stables and training? It hardly seemed possible in five months that so much in my life could have changed, but so it was.
Aziz ordered display' and all rose together and went into display' position. I normally liked to walk by them, touching here, patting there, giving always a word of encouragement that one looked well, that another's musculature was improving, little things that would improve moral and loyalty.
Even the Swedes were not immune to be told that their tans and six-packs were improving. There seemed to be some Swedish in-house competition to get the best set of six-packs, if not eight-packs in one particular case.
Even Todd was there at full display. Rest' I said and all clasped their hands behind their backs and kept their feet apart the standard two feet. I looked at the four slaves Farouq al-Hamdi had sent for retraining . They looked fine, but I said to Rolf who ran the gym programme, Rolf, I want to see results on these four, in particular.'
Yes, Master' was his reply. His accent always made it sound like Meister'.
On coming up to Todd, who was standing at prefect `display', I seemed to sense something and said,
`So, Todd, you seem to be with us this morning. Whose slave are you?'
There was a swallowing in his throat as he said `I am the slave of Farouq al-Hamdi.'
`I don't think we all heard that, Todd. Say again, this time loud and clear.'
`I am the slave of Farouq al-Hamdi' echoed round the quarters.
Up close to his ear so no one else could hear, I whispered, I think you forgot the Master' bit, Todd.'
A trickle of perspiration was running down the side of his face, when he yelled `I am the slave of Farouq al- Hamdi, Master.'
`I think Todd is saying this just to avoid being punished. Would you not all agree?' I said this also in Arabic.
There was silence.
`You see, Todd, silence consents as they say. You are just trying to avoid being re-trained.'
I was about to taunt him a little more, when their was a quiet Master' from down the line. It was Mamoud. I stood in front of the former layabout, who wanted to say something in public to a Master for the first time in his life, but was afraid to say anything. I lifted his chin with my finger and said, Well, Mamoud?'
`But he is broken, Master, I broke him last night and he sucked my cock.'
I walked back up the line translating to English `But he is broken, Master, I broke him last night and he sucked my cock.'
If beetroot is red, Todd the American was a deeper shade than beetroot, his face, his neck and the top of his chest, which was heaving.
`So when, Todd, were you going to tell us all that you liked it up the butt from a young bull of an Arab and that you were a deep throat cocksucker?'
Although you are supposed to look straight ahead when at `rest' everyone now was looking at Todd, whose throat issued a strangled animal cry, and closing his eyes, his knees gave out and he sank to the ground, half hunkered on his heels, half bending forward. He was not crying but his body was jerking just as if it was, with his throat trying to control his erratic breathing.
`For pretending, Todd, that you are obedient when you are not, that you are trained when you really are not, for your punishment today you will be a cocksucker and suck the cock of every single person in the Aloe Palace. For every person whom you can't convince to let you suck their cock, you will receive two strokes of the cane this evening.'
Signalling to Raoul, I said, `He is your buddy. Make sure he sucks every single cock in the Aloe Palace today.'
`Yes, Master.'
I left. I had things to do elsewhere.
Being the end of September, it was a busier than usual time at the Bank. Gustav Ahlson said he had some business to attend to in the afternoon. I found out later that it was the purchase of a young Swede who had been lifted' while on his honeymoon in Italy -- where the press were listing it as a tragic accident, missing' after an apparent midnight swim -- but with the usual Swedish efficiency any disappearance of a male national put the Middle Eastern embassies on high alert.
Gustav had bought him for twenty nine thousand euro and before the day was out had him in the safety but lifetime imprisonment of his home -- though in time he would spend two thirds of it at the Aloe Palace, technically in my service.
That evening after dinner, I had Todd brought to me with his buddy Raoul. Greg was in attendance as trainer. It was only when they arrived that I saw that Mamoud and Mehmed were hanging about outside trying to look invisible. Whenever those two were actually sweeping up non-existent sand, you could bet your bottom dollar that something was up.
Todd was clearly distressed. He had sucked off only nine cocks in the entire day. But eight of the other slaves including those from the mine whom he had actually raped at some stage The three overseers had not let him suck theirs. He had pleaded with them to no avail and promised them favours and his body while he was in the Aloe Palace, but he could not increase his total beyond nine. None of the Swedes had let him either. Raoul confirmed the number and I told him to leave us.
`Ok, Todd, spread yourself over the table. Eight by two will make it sixteen strokes of the cane, plus two for every one of the Swedes, taking it a grand total of thirty eight. You really should have tried a lot harder to suck cock today. As this is your first time, you can choose whether you want them on your back, on your ass or on your legs. I would not recommend that it be on your legs if you intend working in the fields any time this week.'
Todd looked out of this world. His breathing was uncontrolled. His chest was heavy. His nostrils inflating and deflating but he lay face down across the table.
`Ok, Greg, do your job and train this slave to be obedient.'
As Greg ran the cane down Todd's back taking its measure and distance, Todd finally lost control of his bladder and a stream of deep yellow piss hit the swimming pool surround.
At that moment, Mamoud outside the swimming pool door, dropped his brush, rushed in and spread himself over the prone figure on the table.
`Master, no, Master. Beat me, not the American slave. I am strong. He is not. His spirit is about gone. If he loses it, it will not come back to him. Beat me twice as much. Twice as hard!'
Todd had felt the body on top of him, but did not understand. He heard the shouting and could not understand the language.
I hunkered down in front of Todd and his bloodshot eyes.
`Do you know what has happened, Todd. Your friends from the mine have abandoned you. Your buddy Raoul has walked away. So much for friends in time of need. And an Arab slave with whom you shared a bed last night, for a single night, is on top of you willing to take 38 strokes of a camel cane for you. For you, Todd, because he thinks you can't take it. If he is not your friend, Todd, I do not know who is.'
The pent-up anger, resentment, hatred, the repressed feelings of sexuality, outrage and humiliation all spilled over and with a cry of pure animal anguish Todd the American broke with tears streaming down his face and uncontrollable sobs of human pain.
Mamoud on top of this mass of crying and agonising slavedom held on tight and held on until the crying had subsided. Mehmed was at his side and that of Todd, touching and stroking and consoling the loss of freedom of body and spirit.
It was some ten minutes before Todd had subsided in this cries to anything approaching normal, when I could order the two, Mamoud and Mehmed to take him to their quarters and just put him between them and let him sleep it off, nothing more.
The following morning the two told me as I assigned Todd to them as their work companion for the day that he had slept like a baby all night though -- although a baby with a hard-on in the early morning which they had sucked off while he was still asleep. They were suck skilled lovers that they could actually suck a man or slave off without waking him.
That same morning Hal Thiecke, the dentist called doing his quarterly check up of the slaves. He did not need to be reminded. It has in his schedule and he was giving me five days of his time. So I told him do the needful on the mouths of the four from Farouq's mine. I do believe in giving value for money and Farouq al-Hamdi was going to get value for money from me in the retraining of his slaves.
Todd Allen was his first patient. As the film-star capping of the teeth -- as one slave called it - had occurred in my own case as well, I knew that Todd would be unconscious for all of one day and unable to eat or do much the next while on pain-killers. I had Mamoud taken off his regular duties in the cactus garden and spend the time with Todd.
I quizzed Mamoud the morning after Todd's dental treatment. He had woken in the middle of the night and had to be given the standard two extra pain-killers and Mamoud had sucked him off as soon as had fallen asleep again.
In the showers for the first time Todd had offered to jack Mamoud off, but with Mehmed there so it was not necessary.
`What have you been assigned to do today?'
`Nothing yet, Master. What do you want done?'
`Take Todd back to the slave-quarters and spend the day making love to him any way you wish, but don't use his mouth or let him use his mouth. His mouth has to heal after his dental treatment. Bring Mehmed with you, and this evening I shall ask you just one question.'
`And what will that be, Master?' Mamoud enquired cautiously.
`- How many times did Todd shoot his seed today? - You understand?'
Mamoud smiled from ear to ear.
That evening after dinner, I could see Mamoud and Mehmed in the courtyard with Todd, so I beckoned them to approach.
`Well, Todd, how is your mouth healing?'
He nodded and said with some difficulty, `Very well, Master.'
`How was your training today?'
He looked confused.
`Training, Master? I was with Mamoud all day and with Mehmed some of the day. We were not working or training, Master', he said quietly, looking slightly embarrassed.
`And do you think, Todd, that having two young healthy slaves making love to you all day, is not part of your training here at the Aloe Palace.'
I did not think that Mamoud had been able to keep up with the pace of the conversation, so I said to him in Arabic, `How many times did the slave Todd come today?'
Mamoud replied with a smile, `Five times for me, Master, including in the shower his morning and three times for Mehmed.'
`So, Todd, I head you came a total of eight times today. When was the last time you came eight times in one day?'
He shook his head, `Never, Master.'
`And you don't consider that training?'
`Training for what, Master? I don't understand.'
`Training for being a good and better slave, which at times involves doing things, and at other times in allowing things to be done to you, but at all times it involves accepting what your Master wants of you -- accepting somewhere deep inside you, where you are alone with yourself and with yourself alone, where no one enters but your own thoughts. Do you know the place I am talking of, Todd? '
Todd nodded.
`Is it possible that in that place you can now say that you really and truly accept a Master?'
Todd Allen looked at me and slowly whispered `Yes, Master.'
`Todd, I will take you at your word. No more embarrassing treatment. No more punishment. No more training other than the courtesies we observe here at the Aloe Palace. For the remainder of your stay here for the next three weeks or so, you will work with Mamoud and Mehmed and do whatever they do in the gardens. One of their jobs is particularly smelly, but you'll find that out. And you go back to Raoul tonight as your buddy.'
`Yes, Master. Master, can I ask something?' -- obviously knowing that slaves are not supposed to ask questions.
`Yes.'
`Why this?' and he pointed to his newly capped teeth.
`Three reasons, Todd. One it pleases me to do it. Two, I believe in giving value for money. Three, because you are one handsome slave, and with those teeth, you are doubly handsome. Is that enough reasons.'
`Yes, Master,' he said with a crooked half smile.
`And one question for you. Why are you limping? I saw you limping as you walked across the courtyard.'
`I have something on the sole of my foot, Master.'
`Let me see it' -- I was half guessing already what it was.
Todd bent his right leg over his left knee and as I suspected a rather large and ugly double verucca was towards the top of the sole near the ball of his foot.
`Mamoud, bring Todd to the doctor in the morning to get rid of that.'
`Yes, Master.'
`The doctor, Todd, will laser off that verucca for you in five minutes. Like your mouth it will be sore for some days, but after that you will be able to run a four minute mile.'
Again, Todd looked confused, but murmured a `Thank you, Master.'
For the remainder of his training-stay at the Aloe Palace. Todd Allen gave no trouble whatsoever. If anything, he seem a little more subdued, as if having come to terms with something within himself.
The acid-test would be how he formally submitted to Farouq al-Hamdi, his Master, when that time came.
To be continued..