Chapter 1

 

I didn't take the decision lightly. But it was either me or my family. I made it to save my family by selling myself to Dad's employer whom I knew had a thing for my body. And no, I am not gay but it seemed to me there was no other course if Mum, Dad and my brother and sister had any chance in the future.

I called him and asked if I could see him privately and he invited me to visit him at his house that night. I knew that he lived alone apart from his household slaves and that I was virtually inviting myself into the lions den but as I say, having made the decision, it seemed to me to be my only course of action.

Perhaps I should here introduce myself, my family and him.

My name is Peter Williams and I was at that time a nineteen-year-old law student at Griffith University on the Gold Coast of Queensland. My father worked for Arnold Fraser as his production manager - or did until this dreadful recession that came close to shutting down all manufacturing industry around the world. I didn't blame Mr Fraser because there was clearly no work for the employees at his factory that manufactured parts for the automotive industry which was itself moribund at the moment.

Arnold Fraser was at that time forty-two years old, was unmarried and lived in a beautiful house on its own hill behind Currumbin, a suburb at the southern end of the Gold Coast. When the new freeway was built, it cut him off from the rest of the suburb and the government had to build him his own bridge that provided the only access to the estate as the rest of the property sat on an escarpment with no access on the inland side.

As I said, he lived by himself except for his slaves, all of whom were male, youngish and good-looking and it was tacitly assumed that he was gay and used his slaves whenever he felt the need.

Of course I didn't inform my parents of what I was up to as I knew they would try to talk me out of it on the basis that we would all manage somehow. I rode my motorcycle up the road and was admitted through the electronic gate at the entrance to the bridge and then made my way up to the house itself.

I had been there once before when Mr Fraser had invited our whole family to dine with him one Saturday night and it was then that I realised that invitation was based on his sexual interest in my body.

I have to say that my natural physique lent itself to all sports at which I did pretty well. And of course that participation, particularly in tennis and gymnastics developed it even further until it really was a male model's dream. This may sound boastful and perhaps even exaggerated but as my body figures largely in this account, I have to be honest, as of course it was my body that he lusted after.

I am tall and lean and have curly blond hair and bright blue eyes. My shoulders and upper body are well developed and cleanly defined, and I suppose I should say that the rest of my musculature is very similar. My thighs, for example, are shapely and the individual strands of muscle clearly evident and well-defined. My skin is very smooth and blemish-free and sets off my muscles to perfection. Please forgive this self aggrandisement but if I failed to describe myself truthfully, Arnold Fraser's actions may sound somewhat bizarre.

He, for all his forty-two years, had kept himself in fine fettle and I later discovered that he exercised daily in his own personal home gymnasium that was designed around the sport of gymnastics rather than weightlifting and the like. He was taller than me, and that's saying something because I am 180 centimetres (5'11") tall and he caps that by at least two centimetres.

He is handsome in a craggy way but I have to say that I felt somewhat repulsed by his obvious interest in my body when his head slave showed me into his study that night. Nevertheless, I had made my decision knowing full well that I would have to submit to him in whatever way he got his rocks off...

Here, I have to say that my knowledge of homosexual activities was virtually zero at that time. Yes of course I knew that they sucked one another and engaged in anal intercourse (which rather scared me) but as to the details, it was all very hazy.

I had had a number of girlfriends from my early teens on and with the latest one, even got as far as going to bed with her. I must admit that I had no knowledge or skill in such things and I guessed she was less than impressed at my competence (or rather my lack of it) and indeed my own climax was not much better than that I derived from my masturbatory activities.

He welcomed me to his study, getting up from his chair behind his desk to come forward and lead me over to the coffee table area, sat me down in a very comfortable chair and offered me a drink. I thanked him but refused it.

He then began on an apology for having had to suspend my father and all his other factory workers to which I replied that I understood his reasons and that he had little other choice, at which he paused and looked at me enquiringly.

"I take it then that you have some other reason for calling on me, Peter?"

"I have, sir, yes. First though, I should say that my father always speaks very highly of you and your care for all of your employees and your very genuine distress at having to close down the factory. But yes, I do have another reason for calling on you, although it is based on the fact that my mother and father are now desperate. The dole is barely adequate to feed us let alone pay the rest of the household expenses but I have noted in the past that you seem to have been interested in my body and I wondered if that interest might extend to you actually buying me and depositing the proceeds of that sale into my father's bank account?"

I think I was shaking as I said these last few words knowing that if he accepted my offer, my whole life was going to change in that instant. I had successfully completed more than half of my honours degree in law and a couple of prominent law firms had evinced interest in taking me on, especially as I had worked for two of them drew my long Christmas holidays.

I was watching him carefully, however, and noted the immediate quickening of interest in the interview - his eyes brightened visibly and his mouth formed into a quick smile of intense pleasure as he no doubt thought ahead to my role as one of his slaves.

I should say here that criminal slavery had been introduced as a solution to the wide-ranging and apparently unstoppable crime wave that had engulfed the world. It had been an incredible success in every country that had adopted it, and now it was common everywhere. But it had been limited to imposition of a term or life as a criminal slave by a court. There was no other way a person could become such a thing. But this recession or more accurately, 'depression' that now seemed to be getting worse by the week had resulted in an amendment to the Criminal Slavery Act, allowing free persons to sell themselves for a period or for life as a slave to another person.

The reason that it worked so well from the very outset was the deterrent nature of the penalty. Once made a slave, a person's right to wearing clothes of any description at all was removed. Slaves went naked! No exemptions. No concessions for age or illness. Furthermore, it was also decided that hairy naked human beings are not at all attractive and so the immediate permanent depilation of all hair on a slave's body also became mandatory.

They say necessity is the mother of invention and that was certainly the case with the machines that were invented to rapidly and permanently remove all hair, or as much of it as was desired.

The most common machine is a glass-walled box into which the slave steps and is required to raise his hands out to grasp the handles on the side walls. All that is then required is for the technician to set the upper and lower ranges for the treatment and press the start button.

Each of the SSC's operated by governments around the world have these machines but they are also obtainable by private individuals such as beauty salons and some upmarket medical clinics, for once people generally realised just how much better the nude (this word now means clean of all hair) appearance of slaves is and wanted it for themselves.

But to get back to that interview with Arnold Fraser, it was clear that he was now very definitely interested in my body.

"Let me get this straight, Peter. Am I to understand that you are actually offering me your body as a slave for life if I will pay the going rate for it...?"

I nodded. "That is so, Mr Fraser. I can't see my family surviving much longer on the dole. We will be unable to pay the rates and other expenses and Mum and Dad will lose the house, becoming yet another homeless family wandering the streets.

"I have made some enquiries at the local and Brisbane dealerships and understand that my body would be worth around a quarter of a million dollars, and that sum, carefully husbanded, might keep them afloat until things begin to recover."

"And if I was to go along with you on this, what would happen when the recovery started to ease things and I was again able to re-employ your father in his old position?"

"Nothing would happen, sir. I would have made my bed and as my offer to you is for life, my slavery to you would remain intact as long as you wanted me and after that to whomever else you later sold me."

He sat back in his chair and looked steadily at me for a few minutes. "I wonder, boy, if you realise just what you are letting yourself in for? For example, I think you are aware that I am gay and that I probably use my rather handsome male slaves for my pleasure."

I made as if to answer but he held up his hand. "No, boy, let me finish. This house is very private. I have no near neighbours and it is surrounded by pristine bush with no access from the surrounding suburbs.

"What is not well known is what that pleasure entails. You may or may not know that ownership of slaves involves responsibility for them - and that responsibility is total. A slave cannot be charged under the law but his owner can and is. If a slave makes a mistake and it is of a criminal nature, it is up to his owner to suitably punish him, for if he doesn't, he may well be charged himself.

"As it happens, I derive considerable pleasure from administering such punishments. This is something called sadism: which means a love of administering pain for its own sake. I am being honest with you, boy. I am not particularly proud of this particular trait but it is something I have been born with and the advent of criminal and now general slavery has facilitated its pursuit in people such as me.

"For example, if I accept your offer and you accept my payment, I will immediately order you to strip naked and to climb onto something we call my caning bench and to suffer a dozen strokes of the rattan cane to your naked buttocks.

"Each stroke will be administered hard - as hard as I am capable of - and you will be required to take them silently, in default of which there will be a further six strokes..."

I stared at him in horror. This was an aspect of his personality that no-one knew of, except of course his current slaves who were obviously subject to them. I took stock of myself, of him and of my future life as his slave for the rest of my life if we came to an agreement on my offer.

Could I undergo such a role? But then I reacted angrily to my doubts. No-one had ever said that life as a slave would be pleasant and of course the corporal punishment of slaves who erred is well known. But in any case his well-known philanthropy (in the past, at least) and goodwill to his employees, would surely mitigate against any excess of disciplinary punishments?

I squared my shoulders and stood up and without saying a word, began to undress, removing each item carefully, folding it neatly and forming a small pile on top of my shoes. I glanced at him from time to time during this little ritual and noticed the smile of approval.

Once totally naked, I turned to him and noted that smile now broadened to a broad grin as he observed the total nudity (at least below my eyelashes).

"You anticipated my acceptance of your offer, Peter?"

I nodded. "I did, sir, at least in part. If you had refused, well I didn't much like the few hairs I used to have under my arms and around my genitals, so it was no harm done, anyway."

I had already undertaken a little research into the institution of modern slavery and had discovered that there are a number of positions of slavery favoured by slaveowners. The first, and most common of these is termed the Position of Inspection and involves the slave spreading his or her feet half a metre apart, then raising their hands up behind their necks with just the middle fingertips touching but pulling the elbows right back parallel with the shoulders and tensioning all visible muscles of his body.

I adopted this now, tacitly inviting him to inspect my body digitally, that is with his fingers. It is not something I was looking forward to but I knew that it was only the first of many such intrusive humiliations that a slave must expect of his or her owner or supervisor.

I have already said that I was lucky to have been born with a naturally athletic physique and that I had built on that by an interest in and dedication to quite a number of sports including tennis and gymnastics and it is the latter of these, the sport and skills of gymnastics that alone except for male ballet dancing, creates the finest physiques in male human beings.

He watched me as I adopted this pose but then moved up and began to feel my muscles with just his fingertips, sliding them over my biceps and then moving to my left side and while his right hand lightly ran over the well-developed muscles of my buttocks, the other investigated the pectoral muscles of my chest and the rather well-developed array of my abdominal muscles often called the eight-pack or six-pack and then sliding down to feel the muscles of my thigh.

To this point, he had left my genitals alone. I haven't mentioned them before but perhaps in line with the general tenor of my physique as a whole, they are also quite well-developed, my penis measuring nineteen centimetres in length and two or three more when erect. It is also quite thick and is decorated with a tracery of red and blue capillaries. My testicles are also quite respectable and resemble the size of small hens' eggs, dangling nicely in a rather loose scrotum, allowing them to move freely when I am engaged in any exercise without the usual protector.

Now however, while still fondling my buttocks with his right hand, he now moved to cup my balls in his left while moving so that he could watch my face as he manipulated my genitals to a full erection.

I made every effort to keep my face neutral but inside, my belly was churning and I know my heart was beating nineteen to the dozen. He desisted at last and stepped back, his face now registering approval and perhaps even admiration.

"I know you're not gay, Peter, and yet you are forcing yourself to accept what must be this so unwelcome fondling of your truly impressive body. I'm going to subject you to one last test and then I will give you my answer. I want you to undress me and then submit to an even more intrusive examination of your body with mine. Proceed."

I gulped but moved to help him out of his coat and then undo his belt and take down his trousers, always being careful of his sensibilities, then assisted him to sit down so that I could remove his shoes and socks, and so on, folding each item carefully and making a similar pile as I had with my own clothes but at the same time marvelling at the splendour of his forty-two-year-old body when it was finally completely bare of his clothing.

I have already remarked on my own body but I am sure that his, while more than twice the age of mine, was just as perfect - and there was another thing - he was as naked of hair on his body below his eyes as I was.

I swear that to that point I had never once considered another male in a sexual way. As a sportsman myself, I had occasion to mix in the dressing rooms with all manner of sportsmen in various stages of undress, many of whom possessed near-perfect physiques. But not once had I ever felt attracted to them sexually or even glanced more than once at their genital organs.

But now, as I stared at this paragon of middle-aged male beauty, I felt weird stirrings down in my loins. Of course I didn't say anything and they weren't of sufficient strength to cause any change in the size or shape of my cock.

I felt him watching me and then he moved up close and pulled me into his body. I wasn't sure what he expected me to do but I put my own arms around his body and pulled him tightly to me.

We held this sort-of embrace for a few seconds and then he pushed me away from him, sat down and gestured for me to drape my body over his knees. He then proceeded to spank my bottom as if I was a small child.

I was shocked to the core that I was actually relishing those spanks.