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The Dahran Way
Chapter 5 The importance of trust
Tommy Saunders
Putting it bluntly, the investigation reports coming in from the Buddy Foundation in the Grand Cayman Island were getting out of hand. Josh Green, my lawyer and fellow director there, was ordering the reports as quickly as I was giving him the data on the so-called families of the missing persons' as I described the slaves originally to him and then as the families of the slaves' left behind when Josh was brought in as a director of the Foundation.
I thought of Tommy Saunders to help me on my Buddy Foundation project of helping the slaves' families left behind.
Tommy had been a Rhode Island cop, who was about to blow the whistle on corruption in his department when he himself was ordered `lifted'.
Tommy was a man's man and when I discovered that he had taught at the police academy -- even though it was only in police procedure and form-filling -- he became my choice for English teacher with a group of other slave teachers. He was an excellent choice and his pupils -- the non-English speaking slaves -- loved him. There had not been a single complaint about him in the previous sixteen months.
At the end of the year, I had made him a supervisor, but had not given him yet his new duties. In fact, it was about five weeks into the New Year before I had the time.
When Tommy presented himself to me in the study the day I finally called him, he actually looked very well. He was one of the small band of divorced slaves like Ivan Sorovich and Andy McTee and when he arrived at the Palace he was an anal virgin. Niko and Rob had seen to the elimination of that problem and subsequently he had yielded his body to me, his Master, quickly, the first time and willingly on the various other occasions I had bedded him.
The Buddy Foundation had helped his daughter --, who had been living with his ex-wife and her new husband -- with a scholarship to University and by the most recent accounts, the daughter was doing very well.
Now standing before me at `rest', he looked superbly fit. His gym and swim programmes were clearly suiting his body, which now had clear muscle definition and the minor amount of fat he had originally was now lost.
I went over to him and ran my hands over his firm body. He never moved a muscle. If anything, his belly muscles became firmer and I could feel the sinews in his arm tighten a little.
His pubes were trimmed right back to their base hairs and his cut-cock had a nice firmness to its warmth even stiffening a little in the few seconds I held it firm. His balls rested gently in the palm of my hand.
`Tommy, you are in beautiful condition. I have taken you to bed all too infrequently.'
`Thanks, Boss.'
`Is Louis still your buddy?'
`Yes, Boss.'
`And is it still a little mutual playing?'
`We've been both trying a few of the new techniques, Boss. Trying to get the hang of some of them. But what he knows I like most is when he sucks my nipples. My nipples have become extra sensitive for some reason.'
Practice, Tommy, practice,' I said with a smile. I'm glad you are having regular sex. Any worries?'
`No, Boss, thank you. Just wondering what you want me to do, now that I can put a shirt and pants on.'
`And why are you not wearing them this evening?'
`I want you to see me, Boss, as I am. Nothing hidden from you. Nothing at all.'
`And wondering why I have not called you for the past five weeks?'
`Yes, Boss.'
That is part of the reason, Tommy. I have literally been up to my eyes with work and I want you to do a part of it. That is if you want to. You can say no' and you will still be my best teacher.'
He smiled at that.
`No, Tommy, I really mean that. You have a gift for teaching and you are a man's man. The pupils trust you and look up to you. They believe in you because you clearly believe in them.'
`They are usually a good bunch, Boss. All of them really want to learn English.'
`So, then, Tommy. New project or not?'
`New project, please, Boss.'
Over the following hour and a half I filled Tommy Saunders in on the Buddy Foundation. He listened without taking notes or making any observations. I finally told him he would be operating out of one of the overseer offices next to the medical staff.
`Now any questions, Tommy?'
He looked at me and at the end, took a deep breath and said: `Let me see, Boss, if I have got this straight. You have spent about two million already on various of the slaves' families, another five million on Stan's endowment to that university and now you want to spend another ten million a year. And you want me to help you spend it. Tell me if I have missed anything.'
I looked at him and started to laugh, `Tommy, I knew you were a fast learner, but I never realised just how fast. You have it in one. The slaves' files, when not being in use, will stay in the walk-in safe here with Ben Trant. The files you are using you can keep under lock and key in the office. When we talk to the various slaves about what has been done, we will try to do it together. Understood?'
`Yes, Boss.'
`And Tommy...'
`Yes, Boss?'
`Has anyone ever told you that you have great balls?'
He made a big grin and said, `Well actually, yes, Boss. Louis has said that a couple of times.'
`Tommy, let's declare it a night and get to bed. I want to see just how sensitive those nipples of yours really are.'
Tommy was not exaggerating. Both his nipples had become very sensitive to touch, which I feathered with the tip of my tongue. But is it no exaggeration to say that from the first second of touch, his back was arching and his throat was emitting a constant `Aaagh' of purring pleasure.
When I brought my teeth ever so gently in touch with his left nipple, Tommy's hand gripped my shoulders so hard and his cry became so hoarse, it was as if I had actually hurt him, when the reverse was true.
`Boss, oh Boss. Don't stop, oh Boss....'
His monologue of pleading and pleasure went on and on. When finally on some impulse, I flicked my nails up against the now very firm nubs of his nipples, he went into an arching overdrive, his back lifting all of a foot off the bed.
`Oh God, oh Boss, Boss, Boss, I'm coming. I can't hold...I can't hold it...Aagh.'
And Tommy Saunders shot load after load over his belly. When he had regained his breath, he said, `Boss, I am so sorry. I came too soon. I did nothing for you at all. But once you touched my nipples, I was finished.'
`Nothing for me, Tommy. That was better than a three part opera. You shot like the Fountains of Trevi once your tits were manipulated.'
I thought to myself, if only his ex-cop colleagues could see this guy now, who had now discovered another side to his sexuality and how much he enjoyed it.
`Get out of here, Tommy and the next time I see you, I want to see you in your shirt and shorts dressed as the overseer you are. I know you won't let me down. And when you go out, send Ben Trant in, I think you'll find him waiting outside.'
`Boss, would you mind, if I made a full obeisance to you.'
`Not at all, Tommy.'
He went on his knees beside the bed and carefully took my penis in his fingers, which had got a little hard at the mere thought of being kissed my such beautiful lips as Tommy's.
Tommy Saunders brought his lips to my penis and kissed it in full obeisance. Looking up at me from his kneeling position, he said, `Boss, I am here to obey you at all times. You're a strange man, but if I could love you more than I do, I would. You don't have to worry about this project or about me at all. I'm your man for it.'
Tommy Saunders was my right hand man for a long time doing the legwork of the Buddy Foundation for me at the Palaces. Over the years, I estimate that he never spent less than ten million a year. In helping the families left behind of those lifted, or in helping the family of the prisoner-slaves, who thought their own relations was dead, his solutions for helping were ingenious, thoughtful and kind.
In order to get the prisoners out of the EU, all `died' in custody from a variety of causes and all were immediately cremated. When this procedure was spread over literally all the jails of Europe, the deceit, being small among the huge numbers of prisoners, went unnoticed and the prisons got rid of their more notorious prisoners.
In the cases where the prisoner-slaves had no one at all left behind them, Tommy always had a kids' playground created locally, as close as possible to the last school, which the slave had attended and a video made of kids playing in the new playground when it opened.
There were frequent requests from various of the slaves to be able to come back at some stage and view `their' video again. Each year, a new video would made of the updates to the play area, which would normally be of minor cash amounts.
It was like a birthday anniversary when it happened and the slave would sit side by side with Tommy Saunders or with myself as well whenever I was free, silently enthralled at what had been done in his name and Tommy would say `Until next year, then and more kids playing in your playground.' Frequently, even that was too much emotionally for the slaves where a bond of trust was built by Tommy's work on my and on their behalf.
End of chapter 5. To be continued...