Chapter 1

 

Criminal slavery has made an enormous difference to society in general, but particularly for those who can afford to buy younger, more attractive models. That difference has resulted in an extraordinary pleasure that may be gleaned from the possession and use of these nigh on perfect physical human specimens.

Everyone alive today is more than aware how perilously close to total anarchy the world had come as a result of the relaxation of legal and moral ethics and the control and punishment of crime.

The courts had become ever more lenient in punishing wrongdoers but perhaps this can at least partially be explained from the massive overcrowding of the prisons around the world but more importantly, psychologists had finally come to realise that they were almost totally ineffective in persuading criminals to correct their errant ways. And yet they were costing ever more and more quite useless expenditure in administering them.

And then, following the latest major religious atrocity, President William Johnston of the United States indicated that he intended to abrogate America's participation in the treaties on the abolition of slavery and on the minimum treatment of prisoners and that at least for federal offences, convicted criminals would be sentenced to periods or life as a criminal slave for all medium to major crimes.

There was some bleating on the floor of the General Assembly of the United Nations but for the most part, nations around the world kept silent. There isn't a single country in this world of ours who wouldn't be more than pleased to see the end of the current penal system. It costs the earth and it serves no one any good at all, with the single possible exception that it keeps dangerous criminals off the streets.

The president lost no time in putting the new laws into action. He built what he dubbed State Slave Centres in the capitals of the major states and then began the process of transferring federal prisoners to them to be sold on the auction block as criminal slaves.

In designing this system, he had been advised by a panel of eminent psychologists that to make this new system most effective, the conditions of slavery ought to be extremely severe.

For a start, slaves were to be stripped naked - totally naked, not even a tiny pouch to hide their genitals, and were to be depilated nude of all hair below their eyes. Next, their buyers were to ensure that they were worked at hard physical labour for at least fifteen hours per day, every day the week, at least for the first year of their slavery. After that, they might be employed using any skills they may possess but the requirement to work long hours every single day of the year remained unchanged.

Furthermore, they could be employed in any capacity their owner desired. For example, if an owner wished to use their body for his or her sexual pleasure, they must comply under pain of severe, corporal punishment.

At the moment of sentence, they lost their citizenship of the United States and became objects that could be bought and sold at whim, the only proviso being that the original requirements to be worked long hours, every day, were passed on to the new owner.

The response from the media, particularly in the United States was overwhelmingly in favour of these new measures. People around the world were heartily sick and tired of street crime, household attacks and burglaries, massive fraud causing innocent citizens to lose their savings, and wife and child abuse that seemed unstoppable. But even worse was the so rapid growth of religious terrorism that whole countries were now terrified that their home might be a part of the next attack.

As usual, the president had judged the moment to a T. He and his confidential advisors had been in secret discussions on it from long before he was elected president but they all knew that for his new measures to be accepted, the provocation must be as bad or nearly so as the 2001 attack on the World Trade Centre in New York. Since then, any number of measures were taken by governments around the world to try and avert such an enormous infringement of human rights in the future. There hadn't been anything like such a serious atrocity since then but the president remained alert and ready to act when he deemed the time was ripe.

That came with an attack on the United States Congress whilst both the House of Representatives and the Senate were in session. How the perpetrators got past the extraordinary security measures is still a state secret but what is important to us is the fact that they did and were able to smuggle bombs into the basement levels under both chambers and the two suicide bombers detonated them at 3:00 p.m. resulting in the death of twenty-three Congressman and fifteen senators.

Al Qaeda claimed responsibility and the president acted.

I'm not going into the details of the actions the government took except to say that they were swift and rigorous. Enabling legislation was introduced into Congress at the first sitting following the terrible atrocity and were all passed unanimously with support from both major parties and others. And the president signed them into law forthwith.

The transition was swift and the rest of the world watched and waited. The thing was, President Johnston had planned well and within weeks of the attack on the US Congress, auctions were being held around the nation from the existing federal prisons and the now naked and nude slaves were being offered at public auction.

 

Having painted the background to those events, now a generation ago, let me now update you as to the current state of criminal slavery on this planet.

First, let me identify myself. My name is George Arthur William Trevelyan, seventh Viscount Trevelyan and I inherited the family estate on the southern shores of East Sussex. Ours is a very old family and in addition to the rather large estate, with a dozen tenant farmers, its own village containing a pub, store/post office, picturesque tea shop and a couple of other little boutique shops as well as a couple of dozen cottages and in addition to that, my ancestors have built up interests in real estate all over southern England as well as a rather large portfolio of shares in gilt-edged stock.

I myself studied law and business at Oxford and graduated with first class honours in law with a view to assisting my father in administering the estate and managing his other assets. I have a younger brother, Tristen and sister Helena, both of whom have also done very well in their studies. Tristen studied archaeology and is already assistant to one of England's top scholars in that field while Helena also studied law and is working for a firm in the city.

Of course as my studies involved qualifying myself to assist my father in running the estate and his other assets, I returned home on graduation and began immediately sitting with him in his study and going over reports and of course visiting our local tenants with a view to assisting them in any way possible.

My mother and father were not representative of the usual view of England's titled and landed aristocracy. Both of them mixed well in any company, were gracious hosts to people of all classes and heavily involved in local charities and other organisations such as the boy scouts and girl guides.

I think it's fair to say that they were both very popular members of our local community.

I was therefore absolutely devastated when my father died right before my eyes in his study of a massive heart attack. He was only fifty-nine years old. Far from having my eyes on his title and wealth, my genuine sorrow was boundless but I knew I had to get on with my life and to support Mother in her grief. Of course we supported each other and both Tristen and Helena also came home to join in our grief.

But as one does, we all have to pick up the pieces and get on with our lives. For the time being, Mother remained in her suite, since I had not yet found the girl I wanted to be my wife. I had had a number of flings with four or five young ladies but I was still waiting to find the right one.

I was therefore perfectly happy to remain in my own small suite in the family accommodation wing of the wonderful old house that had been in our family for countless generations.

You may be wondering whether we had slaves to run the house and for those duties associated with the estate that were not carried out by our farmers and other tenants. Of course, the answer is yes.

With the advent of criminal slavery, professional servants realised that the writing was on the wall for people in that class of employment and began to seek alternative occupations. Mother certainly did not seek to replace those who left with slaves. I don't think she really approved of having naked servants around us no matter how physically attractive their bodies may have been and made every effort to find new paid servants to replace those who had left us.

But in the end she gave up and so we now had a couple of housemaid-slaves and a valet-slave for Father. After our childhood nanny departed, neither I nor my siblings had any need for personal servants and 'did for ourselves' so far as was necessary.

With Father's demise however, I took on John, Dad's valet as my own. He is a particularly handsome young man, twenty-five years old, black and with a superbly athletic body. Don't take from that description any idea that I might have desired him sexually. I am definitely heterosexual and have never found any interest in males as sexual objects. But he is a most efficient valet and I have to say that I like having him around me.

He was an up and coming corporate executive who liked the high life but whose salary could not support it. He therefore used his skills to defraud his company and got twenty years as a criminal slave as a result. He spoke well and as an educated man, was a good conversationalist. He was also the perfect valet: there when needed; unobtrusive when not.

Arthur and Mary Hobbs are our butler and housekeeper. Both in their middle fifties and extremely efficient in their duties.

Unlike many large houses such as ours (which stand by themselves in immaculate lawns but not much in the way of gardens), our house is surrounded by beautifully manicured lawns, shrubberies, ancient giant trees and of course garden beds that are a riot of colour in the summer. All this is tended by our head gardener, Jack Burroughs, now in his fifties but the fourth generation of his family to occupy this position. He is assisted by a slave.

Like Mother, Father had not interested himself in the slave market. When it had become obvious that paid servants were no longer readily available, he would simply instruct Simon Peterson, our bailiff, to find a suitable slave for the position. If it was for a household slave, he would of course, direct Simon to liaise with Arthur and Mary Hobbs.

But now that I was running things myself, I found a burgeoning interest in these slaves and decided to accompany Simon in his exploration of the SSC for Southern England and of the private slave dealerships that had sprung up over the years to train and market specialist slaves.

They would obtain their product either from an SSC or from owners wishing to sell or exchange an existing slave.

At first, this was just an exploratory foray to check out the markets and see what was available. The range absolutely staggered me. If you think that all slaves are young, attractive/handsome and already competent in whatever it is you need them for, think again.

They ranged from eighteen years to their eighties. Here I should say, that no person under the age of eighteen may be enslaved, but after that anything goes. It will be obvious that elderly slaves are very unlikely to obtain a buyer and so they generally end up as government labourers performing useful but not onerous tasks.

I suppose it is fair to say that the majority would be in the lower range from eighteen to their early forties while the middle range might be useful in whatever skills they already possessed such as bookkeeping, gardening, or the like and in these cases an application may be made to the Department of Slave Management to waive the initial hard labour year.

When we wanted a slave however, we were generally looking for somebody in that lower range and as the pair of us looked over what was on show I felt a new frisson of excitement as I beheld their naked bodies. Remember they were not only stripped of their clothes but also of any body hair they may have possessed below their eyelashes. This meant that while their physiques may not have been as good as possible, they could certainly be moulded to achieve that end.

For myself, I had always been a keen sportsman in many disciplines. Both at Eton and Oxford, I had always participated in as many sports as I could manage but my first love was athletics and gymnastics, for which my body was particularly suited and while I did manage to go for daily sprints around the estate once I left Oxford, I also persuaded Father to convert our now unused Orangery to a gymnastics area and install the appropriate equipment such as horizontal and parallel bars, vaulting and pommel horses and various other small items on which I would happily spend an hour or two most days. This has meant that my own physique has always been rather well-developed and that in turn has led me to look for the same attributes in others.

On our first foray into the SSC, I was pretty disappointed in more than 90 % of the slaves on offer. Perhaps I should here give a brief description of the SSC and how it operated.

All its sales were by way of auction that were scheduled every Saturday morning. On weekdays, it was open for inspection of slaves by genuine buyers. If one wished to visit and look over the stock, you needed to establish your bona fides beforehand. I thought this very reasonable as without that proviso, the place would be overcrowded with gawkers.

Once inside however, you headed for whichever of the four display rooms wherein were exhibited the slaves to be auctioned on the following Saturday that interested you. These four rooms were dedicated to males 18 to 40, males 41 and upwards and of course female rooms for the same age groups. These rooms were rather stark but they were at least functional and it was perfectly possible to move around the various slaves and to view them (but not touch) at your leisure

The slaves were standing naked and nude on short (50 centimetre) columns and performing a posing routine in time with piped music. They flexed their muscles and performed other motions designed to show off their naked bodies to their potential buyers. The music lasted exactly 30 minutes and then repeated itself.

Not surprisingly, I gravitated towards the more athletic slaves while Simon busied himself with the current catalogue, looking for the particular type of slave we were seeking. That first time, we were looking for a male handyman-type to replace Peter Smith, who had left us to upgrade his qualifications and then seek an appropriate position as a mechanical technician.

We didn't find any slaves of interest there and Simon then suggested we do the rounds of the private dealerships. We didn't do much better there, either, but I was more than impressed with the way these organisations functioned compared with the SSC.

It was simply a marketing tool used by governments around the world to dispose of criminal slaves. The dealerships, on the other hand, were very much better set up and you were first interviewed by one of their salespersons as to what you were looking for and were then plied with coffee and biscuits while their backroom staff assembled a sampling of their products for you to view.

This took only a few minutes and then your salesperson would seat you in a comfortable chair in front of the small elevated platform whereupon the slaves to be offered were brought out and paraded back and forth in front of your seat. If you are interested in any or a number of them, you could ask to inspect him or her in more detail, in which case, the slave in question was ordered down and you were permitted a hands-on inspection of his or her body.

And this could be as intrusive and detailed as you wished. A female's breasts, sexual organs and anus were always of interest to a buyer as were the penis and testicles, and anus of a male.

It was all an eye-opener for me, even though we were not successful on that occasion. But as I lay in my bed that night, my mind constantly reverted back to those physical inspections of the bodies of the males offered to us that day and for the first time in my life, I felt the awakening of a sexual interest in their bodies.

This astonished me as in the course of my education both at school and university, I had occasion to shower with many, many athletes and not once had one of them ever aroused me in that way.

I suppose that the fact that I had been permitted a hands on inspection of their muscles, including an appreciation of their fine, velvety skin, but perhaps more importantly their genital organs, feeling and fondling their testicles and sliding my fingers over their penises had awakened in me something that had lain dormant all these years.

Of course I had bedded some of my girlfriends and had delighted in the energetic activity involved. But when I had stroked and pressed the muscles of those males, the sensation was totally different. The girls were all soft and silky; but the males' muscle tone really had me going and for the first time in my life I actually wondered what it might be like to make love to one of them.

To that point, I had always considered a sexual act between males to be rather disgusting. Now however, I looked at it with new eyes. Of course I did nothing about it. While I was between girlfriends at this time, I never felt distressed or over-randy, simply using my own hand when I felt the need.

 

But then, a completely new use of slaves emerged. I'm not even sure who the first person to try it out was. It was actually Simon who mentioned it to me at one of our daily conferences when he apprised me of anything new going on, on the estate.

"Have you heard of the latest use people are making of athletic slaves, George?" He said.

"What use is that, Simon?" I responded.

He grinned at me. "Ponies!"