This is the seventeenth chapter of part three of a trilogy of novels of gay sex.
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The Market Offer by Gerry Taylor
Chapter 17 -- Vedel and Beno
The arrival of Jack's two Romanian gypsies was the same morning as three slave Arabic teachers. Their arrival brought the numbers of my own slaves at the two palaces up to a hundred and twenty or so, plus the twenty one Swedes on rotation, plus now Jack's two. We also had the first batches of the EU prisoner-slaves who had to be incorporated into our way of life.
Hassan was to hand to see to the arrival of the Arabic teachers and I had one of Dumi's farm slaves and one of the `gift' slaves assigned to each.
When Vedel and Vesh were uncuffed by the delivery transport people, they saw Jack who had just come out into the courtyard and made a dash for him to prostrate themselves at his feet.
`You see, Jack, they don't even know yet how to make obeisance to a Master. They need to be trained.
When the slaves I had in mind to assign to the two gypsies indicated to the two to get up off the ground, they merely edged closer to Jack and grasped his ankles crying out Rom Baro' which we only found out afterwards meant boss man' or something similar in Romany.
Jack helped get them to their feet and pointed them to their assigned buddies, but they kept looking over their shoulders at Jack as if he were going to disappear.
The buddies took their respective slaves off to be showered and prepared for inspection.
I took Jack aside and said to him, `Jack, you will have to be very firm with these two. You have got to start thinking like a slave owner now. You are almost nineteen. In purchasing these two, you have taken some decisions on which there is no turning back.'
We both took a glass of limejuice until Aziz came out and told us that the new slaves were ready for inspection.
`Jack, in this, follow my lead. Do as I do and absolutely no questions and no hesitation. Have you got that?'
He looked a little white around the gills, but said `Ok, Uncle Jonathan.'
We went into the slave quarters. The six slaves were lined up. They had all been given a close haircut, either Navy crew-cut or Marine style `high and tight.' They had been shaved fully of all body hair and a gel applied to stop further growth, only their pubes and a small triangle of pubic hair had been left. The new French cream gel when re-applied about three times over the coming weeks meant that hair never grew back on that part of the skin again, and there were no rash or nasty side effects.
The effects of the shaving also made the totally smooth genitals make the penis look larger and some were sporting erections. They would have also had been given their first three douche-enemas so would be rectally clean.
I said first in English and then in Arabic, `Each of you will have two buddies to teach you the ways of the Lime Palace, your new home, for the next thirty days. If you do what you are told, all is well, if not you will be quickly retrained. You no longer feed or shave yourselves. Your buddies will do that, and in time, you will do that to the buddy you choose or are given.'
`You will be given full eye, dental and medical examinations. All tattoos will be removed, and any body ornamentation that you may have such as pins or nipple rings,' I said indicating Walid who had two earrings.
`Now, I will examine you. Tommy come here.'
I had chosen Tommy Saunders first because he would, in a way, be the text case for all the others, and also because he spoke English and would be able to clearly understand what I was saying. It was my experience that the others usually just followed what happened to the first. I had him stand half facing the others so that they could see clearly what I was doing.
`You look fine, Tommy, so relax. You are not going to be hurt. I am just going to examine you, just as I am going to examine the others. Put your hands behind your head and spread your legs a little wider.'
I ran my fingers through his recently cut hair with the aim of letting him feel both my touch and have his scalp -- an underestimated and practically unknown erogenous zone -- react to my fingers. It was also a preliminary way of checking for head cysts; though the doctor would do that more thoroughly.
I let my fingers touch his lips and put a finger in under his tongue. It is unlikely that he had anything there, but Gus Jennings had warned me once of it being a hiding place for various items even drugs.
Tommy' nipples were beginning to erect and I pinched them lightly until their little points were firmly red and full.
I let my hand travel down his belly and his stomach rumbled. I cupped his balls and gently squeezed each of them. He was breathing deeply through his nose. His eyelids were blinking quite quickly at the unaccustomed touching of his body. His cock had now risen and was pointing our directly from his body a nice seven inches of cut American manhood. As I looked at it, a drip of pre-cum stated to crop from its tip like a small spider coming down from on high.
`Kneel up on the table, Tommy. Chest touching the table, knees wide apart and hands in clasped in the middle of your back.'
He did as instructed. His butt stuck uncomfortably up in the air. Its recently shaved smoothness showing a virgin hole and a tender perineum whose sensitivity would undoubtedly explored more deeply and thoroughly by his buddies and mentors in the coming weeks.
I took some gel from a jar of KY, the universal lubricant. While all the six slaves would have been well lubed while being prepared in the shower, I wanted to show clearly that there was no hurt intended in this inspection and dipping my first two fingers in the cream, not too obviously deliberately held them up and then went round to Tommy and showed him the two fingers with their large dollop of cream on the top.
I slipped one finger into Tommy's private tightness and was able to confirm there and then his anal virginity. No used anus could have gripped my finger, or attempted to grip my finger as his sphincter muscles did. But being well lubed, the muscles were merely sliding along the finger in their attempted drips.
I located his prostate, and his little jump indicated that he was not was used to having it touched. I circled it, prodded, slightly massaged it, and holding on to his two clasped hands in the middle of his back, I murmured, `You're doing fine, Tommy, nearly there. Nearly there.'
But being there and nearly there are two different things. I took out the one finger and inserted two. It was a quantitative and qualitative gear change. Tommy gave a groan which was heard in the four corners of the slave quarters, and as my two fingers firmly gave a massage run over his prostate for a second time, he gave a small shout and four streams of white cum hit the table.
Well done, Tommy. A fine sample. Down you get' I said and stand just there.'
His face was beetroot red from both the position he had been in and the exertion of cumming so copiously from that angle.
With a spatula, I put a sample of the sperm in a Petrie dish and closed it for the doctor to test.
`Now, one last thing, Tommy, lick up what remains of your semen from the table.'
I though for a moment that he was going to refuse. You could see the wheels turning in his head. But swallowing hard, he bent down and licked up the lines and pools of semen on the table. Yedo came forward with a wet cloth and wiped it clean.
`Well done, Tommy. Back in line.'
He went back a lot faster than he had come out.
`Sunar Hussein,' I called out and the Iraqi came forward blushing. His eight-inch cock was now a ten-inch boner of swollen tube of flesh, with a very wet tip and a bobbing mind of its own. When he finally was ordered up on the table, his boner was so hard that it was easier just to have it up against the edge of the table until ejaculated otherwise the cum would have shot over the other side. This outpouring for the highest of the six.
I had been most anxious that Jack observed how things were done. So I called out Vedel Vesh as the next slave for inspection. Fair dues to Jack, he inspected Vedel like a pro, and I saw that he had imitated my little trick of putting a hand on the chest of the slave being examined to calm down any fear and then when on the examination table of putting a hand on top of the slave's clasped hands.
Jack slipped in a finger into Vedel.
`Can you feel a small lump or nut anywhere in there?'
Vedel bucked at that point, and Jack grinned and said `I think I just found it.'
Like a violinist on a Gaurnieri, he stroked that prostate with one finger for over two minutes until Vedel's groans -- not of pain but of pleasure were bouncing around the slave-quarters. Even Tommy and Sunar who had just come were erect again.
`I think it is now time for two fingers, don't you think, Uncle Jonathan?' and without waiting he inserted fully his lubricated index and middle fingers. It was the last straw for the groaning Vedel who shot there and then.
He too looked startled at being told to lick up his own cum, once the sample was taken, but he did it.
`Beno Vesh', I called out, and the worried looking cousin of Vedel came forward. When Jack examined him, one finger was more than enough as he was on a hair trigger and he flooded the table with a milky cream.
Walid and Nassr were both examined by myself and both were virgin in the anal department, though Walid took my fingers without any difficulty whatsoever -- Nassr with a bit of squirming.
Yedo departed with the sperm samples for the doctor, and I told Jack to go for a swim to get rid of the boner in his own jeans, which he ran off and hastened to do.
It is only upon reflection that I see how fortunate I was in having buddies for the new slaves. Each brought different strengths to the training process. Perhaps it was that I approved the use of the `gift' slaves was in itself a help. All of these had been slaves with previous Masters and they knew the rigours of the lifestyle of slaves elsewhere. Being given a job of responsibility in buddying the new arrivals seemed to them that they were being trusted with something important in the life of the Palace.
Though Scott and Bryce had come from the auction rooms, they were included as buddies because they were eager. Ivan who was now Bob's own buddy, and Pavel, the Russian who was Hassan's counter-top and roughneck. Pavel had been warned not to try any rough stuff with his charge and he did not.
Niko and Rob, the Afrikaners, had been assigned Tommy Saunders, the ex-cop; Mirzan the Iranian and Vaz the Chechen had been given the job of bringing Jens the Danish computer hacker into line, and so the list went on. Each as I say each of the buddies had his own strengths and weaknesses. None ever asked to be relieved of a charge which they could not handle. It was almost a question of professional and personal pride to induct the new charges, no matter how difficult they might initially be, into the ways of the Palace.
Whether it had been his initial training as a police officer or not, I do not know, but Tommy Saunders knew how to take control of a classrooms, and although teaching a subject -- English -- which he had never taught before, he took to it like a duck to water.
After a month of classes, I had a word with him to find out how he was getting on more with his buddy than anything else. There had been no complaints about his class work, quite the contrary, some good comments. He was buddied with a French prisoner-slave.
`He's warm at night, Master, and I suck him off in the morning and he jerks me off as well. But it goes no further than that sex-wise. I don't believe it really that here I am talking about sucking a guy off each morning' -- his all-American accent was very pronounced.
`It is important, Tommy, that you both have daily sex. It settles the slaves down. That nothing happens at night, well that's up to you and your buddy. But the morning jerk offs are obligatory. Tell me if you ever want a change of buddy.'
He never did in all the years afterwards, and even learned a little French, he told me. When his daughter, now living with his ex-wife and new stepfather, graduated High School, I let him know that the Buddy Foundation had awarded her a scholarship to the University of New Jersey State to do arts.
And Master, what would have happened if I had said no' that time to being an English teacher.'
`Well, Tommy, I think you would still be hanging around the place, if you know what I mean.'
And he grimaced at the memory, but then we both smiled at life's twists and turns.
The evening of the inspection of his two new slaves, Vedel and Beno, Jack appeared to be very quiet at dinner. Flavio had worked his usual magic on a meal that would have graced any of the great hotel -- light for the heat of the climate, nutritious in its protein and fibre content, a delight to behold on each place.
I knew that something was really amiss when Jack refused to eat a small portion of double chocolate ice-cream.
`Are you going to tell me, or do I have to ask?' I finally said.
`Uncle Jonathan, tonight, you know, well me now being...it's not that...'
`Jack, would you take a deep breath. Think of what you want to say and spit it out in one coherent sentence.'
He breathed deeply.
`Uncle Jonathan, should I take Vedel and Beno to bed tonight?' and he blushed a little.
`Jack, there's hope for you yet. You mean to say the guy who was going to travel around the world on a wing and a prayer and four hundred pounds...'
`....two thousand actually, Uncl...'
Don't interrupt me when I am in mid-flow....on two thousand pounds....can't make up his mind whether to take two slave to bed or not. You do know what's what? Don't you? Or do you want the birds and bees' talk now?'
I could not help but be a little sarcastic. After all, he had gone and bought two slaves, for no logical reason that I could fathom.
`Uncle Jonathan, I know what's what. A couple of evenings when the slaves have gone to bed, I have stood in their quarters and looked on. But do I have to do it?'
Jack, the short answer is no'. As a Master, tou don't have to do anything other than look after two slaves. You don't have to bed them or even have them in the same room as you. You do with them as you want or don't want. But I think there is more to the question that you are asking.'
Jack blushed again a little. It is beautiful when people can blush. It means that conscience is still alive and well and a sense of what is right still prevails.
`Uncle Jonathan, I don't think I'm gay.'
`Who ever said you were?'
`No one, but when I let you...you know the time in the hotel...I thought that you might think that.'
`Jack, you are just nineteen. You have a very very healthy sex drive. There is little doubt in my mind that you could make mad passionate love to a girl.....'
He really perked up and smiled at that.
`I also think that your sex drive does not mind a little male stimulation at times. That may make you bisexual. It may make you straight with a simple liking for male company and sex. It most certainly does not mean that you are wholly gay. No way. Anyway, I do hope that, in time, you will give your Mum and Dad at least half a dozen grandchildren.'
`Six kids, Uncle Jonathan, no way.....but maybe one or two... And so what do I do tonight with Vedel and Beno?'
`My suggestion, Jack, for what it is worth, is that you take both of them to your room and just touch each of their bodies in their entirety and see where that gets you. Don't let them do to you what you don't want and don't do to them what you really don't want to do. Remember that they have been around the block a lot more than you have and both have a number of years on you.'
`But, Uncle Jonathan, if I make a fool of myself. If I can't get it up...you know what I mean....if it just shoots off by itself as has happened when I get too excited...'
`....if you can't get it up. Jack, give me patience. There is more likelihood of it not raining in Scotland for a full year than you not getting a woodie....and as for being a premmie....Jack, give me a break, please. You would be hard again in ten minutes.'
`Do you think so, Uncle Jonathan?'
`Jack, just remember that you are now a Master, albeit a young and unskilled Master. If you can fake that, you have it made. Now please finish that double chocolate ice-cream. You do know that chocolate is an aphrodisiac, don't you?
The chocolate ice-cream disappeared in fifteen seconds.
`I think I might ask Flavio for another helping.'
`Jack, please go to bed.'
The following morning at breakfast, Jack was wearing a little smile, which was private, smug, amused and content all in one.
`Well?' I finally said.
`All I'll say, Uncle Jonathan, is that this young and unskilled Master is a lot older and more skilled a Master this morning,' he said with a big grin.
To be continued..