Chapter 1

 

I think it is fair to say that for most of my adolescence, I believed myself to be mildly gay but later discovered that I could gain just as much sexual interest from a female as long as she was athletic rather than buxom. But in all that time I found the idea of actually performing sex with either gender to be repugnant, far preferring to jerk myself off on thoughts or images of athletes of both genders being forced into extremes of physical exertion under penalties of corporal punishment for failure or lack of dedication.

Because of peer and family pressures, I dated girls but when I failed to respond to invitations to feel inside her dress, kiss her on the lips and eventually to partake of real sexual activities, they quickly fell away.

I struggled with this all through high school on the Gold Coast of Queensland and during my university days at Griffith where I eventually graduated with an honours degree in IT (Information Technology) that had concentrated on software development although it naturally included hardware as well, as the combination is necessary if one is to succeed commercially in that genre.

It doesn't cost a lot to set up a business in this area but what I did do, was to establish an area that lacked such a facility and had a reasonably high-end population where computers would be an integral part of their households.

This also left me time to dabble in the creation of software and particularly computer games and their development. The business began to grow forcing me to carry out my software development activities during weekends.

This may sound somewhat unwise however it paid off and I eventually hit on the development of the game that was to take the world by storm and turned me into an almost overnight millionaire and later, billionaire. I'm not going into the details of that and the later games I developed; suffice it to say I made enough money to sell the computer repairs side of the business and build a very nice house on the Isle of Capri near Surfers Paradise that included research offices and garages in the basement with a very nice house on top of it comprising my living quarters on the ground floor and very luxurious sleeping accommodations on the first with a flat roof on top of that with its own swimming pool, barbecue and gardens. And over the years that followed, I was able to acquire my neighbours' houses on either side and thus create a very large and beautiful garden area to complement this wonderful house.

The reason for all this luxury was that as I passed out of adolescence and into young adulthood, I began to realise where my sexuality really lay. Not for me the usual teenage experimentation and fumbling attempts at what usually turns out to be very poor sex. I still had not overcome my distaste, even repugnance for the act itself. The idea of poking my cock into, even the most attractive girl's hairy fanny still made me feel faintly nauseous and as for doing it with even the most handsome and athletic male (via his backside) was even more unpleasant.

What had now emerged in my psyche was a desire to have young, but over eighteen years, naked, highly athletic and attractive rather than stunningly handsome or beautiful slaves around me, ostensibly as domestic servants but primarily, as far as I was concerned, so that I could come upon them, order them to stop whatever it was they were doing, and then feel and fondle their bodies as they flexed their nicely toned muscles for my pleasure.

And then, if I had the slightest reason to do so, I might sit on a nearby chair, order them to lay their bodies down over my knees and then spank their delectable buttocks. Later, as this delightful activity paled, I might order them to what we then set up as a punishment room to suffer the cane to their buttocks. Later still, we began to add other instruments of pain and torture to satisfy this growing penchant for inflicting pain on others.

I did have some scruples, however. I would never inflict or order the infliction of such a punishment on one of them unless he or she had failed but my standards were very high and a speck of dust on the polished surface of the dining table, for example, might earn a dozen meaty strokes of the cane - or whatever.

To aid me in these endeavours, I needed a couple of free people to direct the ordinary housekeeping duties required to keep such a large house and garden in tiptop condition and I eventually came upon a married couple who suited me down to the ground.

Bernard Jones and his wife, Mary, turned out to be the perfect choice. They had both graduated in Home Sciences and from the word go, ensured that the slaves we acquired from the local SSC buckled down straight away and worked under their direction to keep every surface spotless, delightful meals arriving hot and on time and, in the case of my personal valet, all my clothes were laundered or dry-cleaned and my shoes polished to a high lustre. And as Bernard is an amateur gardener, he and I shared the development and management of our now very large garden, as I had demolished the houses on the neighbouring blocks.

My valet is a very handsome black by the name of Pedro who had a degree in business but became greedy in his first appointment and at the tender age of twenty-three was already a slave for ten years.

Did I take him to my bed? Yes of course. I enjoyed lying beside him and feeling and fondling his body and particularly his cock and balls that were rather large and of course also investigating his anus and buttocks with my fingers but as to fucking him, no! God knows what he thought about this.

I had of course established that he was straight when looking him over at the SSC (State Slave Centre) with Bernard in whom I had naturally confided my sexual predilections as one's principal servant needs to be aware of this so that he might direct the slaves under his charge appropriately.

But straight or not, a slave may be used by his owner in any way he or she desires and the slave has no comeback whatsoever. Sex in all its multitudinous varieties is a right by every owner in the use of his slaves. Thus a female owner may use both her male and female slaves to satisfy her sexual needs and if this meant the females were required to tongue her clit or even her anus, then any failure to do so - and to do it to the very best of her ability, would automatically merit a severe disciplinary session.

Slaves are very expensive and are therefore not common in middle-class households, however in those that can afford them, areas usually in the basement or perhaps the attic may be adapted as slave accommodation which are by law, to be as basic as possible.

Most households provided wooden slat beds with stocks at both ends for the neck and wrists at the head, and the ankles at the foot. Once slaves had been fed their ration of Slave Chow and had passed their wastes, they are cleaned in the cold water only shower block, permitted to dry themselves and then laid themselves down on these beds to be locked in for the night.

Slaves are not permitted to talk with one another except in the course of their duties and if they did, they would be fitted with a most uncomfortable mouth gag that included a tongue depressor for the night and it is my understanding that when this happens, they never ever offend again.

And there they lie, face up, attempting to sleep for the eight hours permitted until five thirty in the morning when they are roused, again permitted to pass their wastes, are showered and fed and are ready to begin work at six.

But to get back to Pedro and his duties in my bed, he would have been expecting my cock up his arse although not being gay in any way himself. When I didn't he would know better than to ask me why. Slaves do not ask gratuitous questions and if he had, I would immediately have ordered him over my knees for a delicious spanking of those so small but beautifully rounded cheeks.

By now, a whole generation after the replacement of prisons with slavery, every child at school is taught what faces them if they err in a serious degree that might well cause them to end up as slaves themselves.

Having enjoyed feeling and fondling him, I might well keep him there beside me as a sort of living hot water bottle, or I might order him out and into the tiny little alcove that was his sleeping place when I didn't require him in my bed.

I should say here too, that I sometimes selected one of the female slaves as my initial bed partner and she too would come up with the same treatment as had Pedro and with a similar end result.

I have to say that I delighted in these escapades and often wonder what the slaves might make of my rather large and fully erect penis grazing against their bodies as I carried out my delicious little digital inspections of their muscles with my fingers but yet never poked that other part of me into any of the orifices available to me in their bodies.

As I said, I had acquainted Jones with my peculiar sexual orientation and no doubt he had informed his wife but as it was not necessary for them to know such details, the slaves were not privy to it and neither would they be.

They are not permitted to talk to one another and so they could merely wonder to themselves what made me tick and I have to say this was yet another delightful little thrill that I enjoyed and once again, as I often did, marvelled that I had come upon the formula for that first computer game that had lifted me to be among the foremost of my peers and could thus afford them.

Down in the research section of my house, I might appear or not during the Monday to Friday operations but my three colleagues, whom I pay very well, would always arrive on the dot of nine o'clock and were ready to go home at five that night. I am a stickler for punctuality, in myself as much as for my employees, and they are well aware that I will not tolerate tardiness. But in every other respect I treat them all very well. I pay them well over the going rate for their profession, award them double time paid holidays and I have a good working relationship with all three of them.

I keep a close eye on their activities but allow them a fair degree of leeway in their investigations. And in order to discourage them selling their ideas to another IT firm, I give them handsome bonuses for their better efforts.

Of course they know, just as does every other paid employee anywhere in the world, that treason in the workplace will inevitably merit a lengthy term as a slave and so that crime at least is very rare.

As the months passed, my royalties from the original game and those that we were putting onto the market following it, were giving me a very nice income that allowed me to indulge myself with new slaves from time to time. Not that I was foolhardy in these transactions, as Bernard and Mary Jones made a great team in keeping the whole household running perfectly and he most often accompanied me on my regular visits to the SSC to check out any promising new slaves.

Here I kept him in my confidence as regards my sexuality and he, far from scorning its rather weird nature, was very sympathetic but in any case, he told me that he and his wife both delighted in training new slaves up to be the best domestic slaves around our part of the world. I discovered that his reputation in this regard was almost legendary and that once we had taken an untrained domestic slave and he and Mary had trained him or her up to be the epitome of an old world housemaid or footman and thus brought greatly improved prices so that we always made a profit on the transaction.

Of course I always rewarded him generously and so it became both an interesting but also profitable venture all around.

But then, on one of these forays, I was quite shocked to see Sam Rogers standing on one of the plinths in the showroom at the centre. Here I must pause and go back a ways.

In my early days at the Isle of Capri, I generally did my own shopping at the huge Coles Supermarket in Surfers Paradise and there, as in my general nature, I like to be friendly with everybody I gradually got to know many of the dozens of staff who worked there either on the cash registers or stocking the shelves and for the most part, they responded with a smile and a few words.

But there was one of them who failed to respond to my friendly advances (and here I should stress that there was nothing sexual in any of them. I was just being a friendly customer).

Yes, it was indeed Sam Rogers and I think he misinterpreted my greetings as a prelude to a come-on, which was about as far from the truth as it could be. You will appreciate from all I've said to this point, that seeking out sexual conquests such as him, would be the furthest thing from my mind. But as it was, he took to pointing or nodding at me to his fellow workers and while I couldn't hear what he was saying, the inference was obvious. He was telling them that I was gay and wanted his body and then they would giggle and make eyes at one another.

He got to be so bad that I avoided the store when I knew he was there and if that wasn't possible, I certainly avoided the aisle in which he was working.

Why did I not complain about him to the store manager? I certainly thought about it but then thought it was just as easy to avoid him.

I should say though that mentally at least I was very attracted to him. He certainly wasn't a matinee idol type but he was good-looking in a homely sort of way and I could see that under his clothing, he was highly athletic and this to me was far more important than his facial good looks.

Now though as Bernard and I strolled up and down the rows of short columns on which the slaves were standing, displaying their naked bodies to us registered buyers (this was to keep the riffraff out of the display rooms), he touched my shoulder and pointed to a column a few metres down the row.

"Isn't that Sam Rogers, Harry," he whispered to me.

I think my heart missed a beat or two as I listen to him but then raised my eyes to look at where he was pointing and sure enough there he was, stark naked and nude of all body hair, as of course were all of the other slaves standing on their respective plinths and showing off their nakedness to those buyers the SSC allowed in to view their merchandise.

Just as nakedness for all slaves for the whole period of their term in that status had been mandatory from the very beginning, so was the requirement that they immediately be permanently deprived of all facial and body hair at the same time as their clothes were stripped from their bodies, it being decided apparently, that hairy naked bodies were not at all attractive but even more importantly, that this added nudity also increased the shame and humiliation the process of enslavement involved and was therefore a useful adjunct to the condition of slavery as the latest and definitely the most effective punishment ever devised for the criminal classes.

Bernard and I were still a couple of pillars distant from his position and he was busy showing off his body to those around him. This, although involving more humiliation, was required of every slave in the Centre and in Sam's case, involved him flexing his arm muscles, moving one leg forward and flexing the muscles in his thighs and buttocks and then, when one of them asked him to erect his penis, he did that, too. What was remarkable here, though, was that he did not drop his hands to manipulate it to that state but seemed able to engorge it by the efforts of his mind only until it was standing straight up and out from its roots at his groin and then he parodied the fucking motion by thrusting it up into the empty air in front of him to the claps and clear appreciation of the spectators around him.

Bernard and I looked at one another in astonishment. Part of his training in the domestic sciences included the management of slaves and when I asked him if he had ever heard of a slave being able to perform this feat as Sam had just demonstrated it to everyone there, he shook his head but wondered (aloud) if the young man (he was just twenty-eight at that time) also doubled as an exotic dancer.

"He certainly has the body for someone in that class, Bernard. But let's move up closer. I want to see his reactions when he recognises me..."