Chapter 1

 

I sat in the comfortable chair in my study in the beautiful house I built on my own island in the Broadwater of the Nerang River near Holywell on the Gold Coast of Queensland, Australia.

With me were two men who had attempted to organise the collapse of my companies and thereby bankrupt me. Alas for them, I well knew of their plans for we had been rivals for many years and I always suspected that Ingwersen senior was extremely unscrupulous and often resorted to dirty tricks to achieve his ends and as a result I had my security chief monitor their activities very closely.

Over the years, I had watched his envy at my success (I had inherited two smallish companies from my father and over twenty years had built them into a rather large conglomerate that now included two department store chains, an airline, and an international five-star hotel chain, to name but a few) compared to his where, while he had been moderately successful in running his inherited retail group, had never been able to build it into the business empire I had achieved.

The way they had gone about their nefarious plans had been to spread rumours backed up by leaks supposed to have emanated from the top brass in my companies that the rock-solid foundation of all of my companies was built on a myth and that the whole tottering edifice was about to collapse.

Such rumours can easily spell disaster if organised well. Graham, aided by his son had planned it all very well and if I hadn't stepped in immediately the rumours began to circulate (for I was fully informed of every aspect of them) there is no doubt the pair of them would have been successful and I a penniless bankrupt.

As it was, I was well prepared and able to quickly scotch the rumours and then referred the whole matter to the Fraud Squad who, supplied by me with all the details of their villainous plot, immediately charged them both resulting in their being sentenced to slavery for the period of their natural lives and awarded to me by the court in compensation for all the 'worry' they had caused me.

In fact, they hadn't lost me a second's sleep as I was a step ahead of them all the way.

But now the pair of them stood before me as naked slaves...

As you will well know, slavery had been reinstated some twenty years back in a response to the virtual total collapse of the criminal justice system right across the world. Religious terrorism by then had reached such proportions that liberal governments feared for the very existence of their culture and ways of life and being overrun by radical Islamists who wanted to establish Sharia law as the system of government all over the world. What was so worrying, was that they were achieving success, especially in moderate countries that had never limited their access either by immigration or by limitation of their proselytising amongst their own populations.

But that was only one aspect of the breakdown in law and order. The civil libertarians who had been active for a hundred years or more had so diluted the powers of the police and courts to punish wrongdoing as to make it virtually impossible to obtain a conviction and even if the prosecution was successful, the penalties being imposed were laughable.

Added to the above, the abilities of parents and teachers to impose discipline on their children and students had also been so severely restricted by the do-gooders as to encourage children in the old satanic creed: Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law leading to the increase of youth gangs bringing mayhem and violence to the streets.

The term, 'Law & Order' had become meaningless. There was virtually no such thing.

But then, President Henderson in the United States called his ally, Prime Minister Blamey in London (the European Union by then having been disbanded due to its cost and unwonted interference in the internal affairs of its member nations) and together they hatched a plan to sound out their various allies, the US concentrating on the Asia-Pacific region and Great Britain, Commonwealth and NATO countries. Not surprisingly, they achieved an enormous degree of support for the two-fold ideas of tearing down the crumbling edifices of criminal law and replacing it with revamped, efficient police forces together with criminal slavery as the basic punishment for all crime except those of a minor nature on the one hand, and a reinstatement of the rights of parents and teachers to impose and maintain proper discipline in the home and classroom, backed up by the use of the cane and other appropriate punishments but of course with safeguards to protect against over zealousness or, God forbid, wanton sadism.

The kind of slavery envisaged in this plan was draconian in the extreme. As the world leaders discussed the issues, it was realised that the harshest of measures was going to be necessary if the peoples and nations of the world were to be brought back to the manners of societies during the early twentieth century. When these top-secret plans were finally released to the world, the acclamation was so overwhelmingly in favour that governments quickly enacted the necessary legislation and from then on prisons right around the whole planet were razed to the ground and its inmates either released on parole or converted to slave and sold.

While the prisons were being torn down, institutions termed State Slave Centres were built in their place. These were stark buildings to which the output from the courts were delivered and there stripped naked, their bodies denuded of all hair below their eyes and then marketed at weekly slave auctions to the general public.

The rules relating to the slaves were just as harsh. First of all, having been stripped of their clothing at the centre, that state was to be retained for the whole period of this slavery. An owner was not permitted to allow them even the smallest rag to cover their genital organs.

Secondly, they were to be worked, preferably at physically hard labour, for sixteen hours per day, seven days per week. Such hard physical labour was to be mandatory for at least the first year of the slavery. After that, if an owner deemed the slave was deserving of a little leniency, he or she could be employed in less physically demanding labour, perhaps including any of their former skills, but it was still to be for sixteen constant hours every day of the year.

Thirdly they could be used for any and every task their owner desired of them. And if you are wondering if that included sex, very much so! And of course, their own former sexual preferences were of no moment whatsoever. Many men who enjoyed physical relations with other men went out of their way to purchase handsome but well-known philanderers and then use them as what became known as bed-bucks, raping their backsides and their mouths and throats brutally.

Fourthly, they could be punished in any way their owner determined, short of those of a life-threatening nature. Therefore the use of a cane, whip, tawse or other instruments of corporal punishment without any statutory limitation being imposed was yet another factor in reforming the ideas of the criminal classes.

Of course all of these measures had an immediate and profound effect on people's behaviour generally. Criminal types retreated from their villainous plans while children, now again subject to rules and regulations backed up by corporal as well as other punishments, quickly began to tow the line.

Of course it wasn't a hundred percent successful. No-one expected it would be. And so the state slave centres around the world had a constant through-put of slaves being marketed weekly to the general public while teachers and parents again began to invoke the old punishments from a bygone age. Of course children right up to the age of eighteen (or whatever age of majority was in force for that particular state or country) were inviolate to the punishment of nakedness for the purposes of a caning which was in any case limited to six strokes for any given offence in their case.

And so I now come back to the pair of naked criminal slaves now standing before me in my study. Actually, they were quite impressive physical specimens: Graham, the father, was of medium height, his hair still jet black and with cold grey eyes but at age forty-one, had kept himself fit and even athletic with golf and squash, but his son, Toby, aged nineteen had a physique that was envied by all who knew him: he was tall at 1.8 metres, had developed broad, boulder-like shoulders, a smooth, sharply-defined chest, very muscular arm, thigh and calf muscles and a set of highly prominent 'eight-pack' abdominal muscles. Whilst he was broad shouldered, his waist and hips were very slender indeed, his buttocks very narrow, boyishly curved, scalloped deeply on their outer surfaces and the crack between them as sharp as a tack.

He was very handsome in a rather boyish way, wearing his hair long and down to his shoulders.

Was I interested in either of them sexually? You better believe it! I well knew them both to be strictly heterosexual and scornfully scathing of we gay men. In fact I believe that this was probably one of the motivating factors in Graham's attempts to bring me down.

Well now I had every intention of using their bodies every night (and maybe during the day as well) for my pleasure - and their absolute disgust, hate and fear.

As I said at the beginning, they stood before me naked. Stark naked, their bodies depilated nude at the SSC prior to my taking delivery of them. You may be interested in how this process is achieved in a slave? You will be well aware that if a free person desires depilation of any part of the body, they merely attend a clinic devoted to that purpose and submit to a totally painless session in a glass booth where the technician sets the parameters of the process and then presses the button while the machine then proceeds to target every single hair follicle and zap it painlessly and then shut down.

Achieving that same end for a slave is very much different. For a start it is very cheap although extremely painful as the slave concerned is fitted into a harness (which nevertheless allows any hairs beneath it to be treated) and is then hoisted up and over a circular glass tank two metres high but partially recessed into the floor, and then lowered down into it, suffering the first of a whole series of dippings into a far hotter than comfortable liquid containing powerful defoliants and other ingredients that open the follicles of the skin and allow the chemicals to seep in and destroy the roots of the hairs.

I had attended the SSC to watch this process with these two and yes, I am ashamed to say I gloated as I watched their near-agony as their feet and then their whole bodies up to their eyes were swiftly lowered down into to the very hot liquid, screaming or at least moaning as it near-scalded their whole body, left there for a few seconds and continued to scream or moan (while we spectators stared in at them through the glass wall of the tank) and then hoisted out again, to drip and stare down at us spectators in horror as they waited for the next dipping.

Each slave's denudation took an hour as the process of permanently destroying the hair from its roots up required that length of time.

They did Graham first. He had been a rather normally hirsute man with chest, belly, pubic and leg hair. But after the hour was up (and his whole body was now lobster-red), he was hoisted up, out and down to be placed near us on the floor of the room. His whole body, or at least from his eyelashes down, was now perfectly nude (which term is used these days to denote hairlessness) and he looked very much the better for it.

It was now Toby's turn. I had placed myself beside him to watch his face as he observed his father being treated. He was clearly terrified, but I couldn't observe any sympathy for his father's suffering and I then realised this pair were both extremely self-centred, neither truly caring much for his father or son. What a pair, I thought but then watched, now in real glee as Toby was placed in the harness and hoisted up and over the lip of the tank above us.

Wisps of steam were coming up from its surface and he too screamed as his toes met the surface and then the rest of his body was immersed in it. Of course he screamed and struggled, his legs and torso moving every which way and showing off his rather splendid physique to us all but then the same process was carried out on him as with his father and he finally emerged, totally smooth and naked of every last hair from his eyes down.

Of course he hadn't been nearly as hairy as his father, not having yet developed chest and belly hair, but there was still that at his underarms, groin and legs and even their removal made him look so much better.

They were of course standing in the Position of Inspection. This is a pose required of every slave when coming in contact with a free person. If he is working, he must stop and assume it and the same applies when he approaches a free person.

It involves him placing his feet half a metre apart then raising his hands up behind his head and with the middle fingertips just touching and his elbows pulled right back as far as he can get them. He must then fix his gaze on something in the distance and not under any circumstances look at his betters unless directed to do so by them.

They may then proceed to finger his body in the most shameful and intrusive way imaginable and of course, respond promptly and truthfully to any question asked of him. I had lolled back in my chair and very rudely stared at them both for quite a few minutes while they stood there in shame and humiliation, their faces and even down to their necks a violent read as they stared past me at the wall behind me.

But then I rather languidly rose from my chair and strolled over to them, picking first on Graham and reaching out to feel and fondle his so well formed biceps muscles, squeezing them as if measuring their strength, then tweaked his nipples between my fingernails smiling broadly as he now winced in pain but then moving to his side and with my right hand stroking down over his chest and belly muscles, and my left, doing the same with his buttocks.

But then I moved my right hand down to his quite respectable cock and balls. And now, to my delight he began to move in protest, stepping from side to side and actually looking at me - a high crime for a slave.

"That has just earned you a double dose of the normal twelve-stroke welcoming caning, scum," I said gleefully but then turned to his son, who of course interested me sexually far more than his father for here was the epitome of male youthful splendour. I have already described his body so won't do it again but now I began a similar but even more intrusive digital inspection of it than I had just completed with his father.

Wisely, although his anger and distress were visible on his face and his bodily movements, he didn't actually look at me, say anything or move his body more than just a little.

I didn't mind that because the way he was moving his body made its muscles flex and ripple under my fingers and this was, to me, a sheer delight.

I kept it up for quite a few minutes, very keen to drag out this delicious moment and enjoy the shame very evident in both of them. But then I returned to my desk and pressed the button on it that called Jackson, my butler, to attend me. He was there in minutes.

"Take this pair of scum down to the slave quarters, please Jackson, and prepare the father for his welcoming caning. You can then secure the whippersnapper to the wall near him. I will be down shortly and will administer their welcomes myself."

I smiled up at him as he acknowledged the order and then escorted the pair of them out of my study and down to the slave quarters.

Perhaps here a brief description of my island and house and the people who serve me in it, may be appropriate. Unlike many such islands in the Broadwater, mine is natural and actually has a small rise at one end and of course this is where I built my house. It is far larger than I need but as I enjoy entertaining and hosting my friends and family over longer periods, there are half a dozen guest suites as well as my own, beautifully appointed master suite upstairs, while the rooms downstairs comprise formal drawing and dining rooms, billiard room, family sitting and dining rooms, the kitchen complex which is situated between the two dining rooms and various other smallish rooms dedicated to a particular purpose such as the mainframe computer and associated security electronics, the butler's pantry, among many others.

I delight in Gothic architecture and was able to secure an architect who presented me with sketches and plans that suited me down to the ground. And the builder he recommended was a master craftsman whose workmanship was absolutely top of the bill.

Richard Jackson is my principal servant and like the rest of them, is also gay. He is assisted by Anton, my French chef, and a couple of slave-house-boys. Jackson is accommodated in the housekeeper's flat at the rear of the house while Anton has a small unit attached to the kitchen complex that include a pantry and larder. The slaves sleep on plain wooden beds down in the slave quarters in the basement and have only a blanket to wrap around their bodies during the cooler periods of the year.

That level also includes the large and extensive garage and associated workshops from which a ramp leads up to the courtyard at the back of the house.

Among the slaves are Will, my gardener-slave and as I dislike intensely having to spend time finding a parking space for my car, I also acquired a qualified mechanic-slave to drive me around and who is also useful as a handyman on the island. His name is Peter.

Over the years, Will has developed the garden so that immediately around the house itself, the lawns are immaculate and are broken up by large shrubberies with many subtropical bushes as well as rhododendrons and azaleas and the like, and dozens of garden beds which he keeps planted with a succession of riotously colourful annuals. He also looks after the vegetable gardens which are located next to his garden shed inside their own hedged area.

Outside of that, he has developed the remainder of the island, about five acres into a well-tended park. Here he keeps the grass tidy but not as well as a lawn and the trees are mostly eucalyptus.

You may now appreciate that I live in solitary splendour supported by my butler and chef and the slaves I've mentioned above. But there is one other part of my house that I haven't yet mentioned: that is my study and here I have yet another of my live-in people. Simon Jamieson is my PA. He, like me, holds a degree in commerce and business management and is also my oldest friend. His family didn't have the money I was lucky to be born to but my father funded his tertiary education and I value his advice very highly and pay him a great deal more than the going rate for his services and yes, of course he is gay, too.

Do we sleep together? No we don't. Not because I have anything against him in that regard; but simply because I don't love him. He has his own occasional friends whom I always make welcome here but I guess that he will probably remain single and alone, like me, for the rest of his life. We are comfortable in each other's presence and are more like brothers than lovers. Oh, I should say here that my name is Henry Scott and that I was at this time, thirty-seven years old.

Anyway, between us we oversee the whole of my considerable conglomerate and so far at least, we haven't made a mistake.

I see that, once again, I have strayed off my topic, which is how I obtained my revenge on Graham and Toby Ingwersen but I thought you would probably be interested in my island and house and those around me.

But now, let us get back to the welcome for that pair of bastards now waiting for me in the punishment room of the slave quarters down in the cellars. I kept them waiting for well over an hour - on purpose. They didn't even have Jackson for company as I asked him to leave them alone after having admonished them to remain silent as communications between slaves are absolutely illegal unless called for by their employment and are punishable by a zap to their chips.

Ah, I see I haven't yet mentioned these remarkable little paper-thin slivers of silicon that are routinely glued to every new slave upon his or her arrival at the SSC. In the case of a male slave, as soon as he has been through the rigours of the depilation tank, the slave-vet attached to it receives him in his clinic, orders him onto the stainless steel table and makes a tiny incision in his scrotum then simply peels off the waxed paper covering the glued side of the chip, slips it through the newly-made slit and onto the wall of his testicle. A Band-Aid over the tiny wound is all that is then necessary to complete this process.