Chapter 1

 

The trouble was, I didn't even know I had insulted him.

Wong Kim had descended from an ancient aristocratic Chinese family who had made a good with the economic reforms to China and was now the heir to one of its most wealthy families. He was attending Oxford University at the same time as I was, both of us studying Business and Estate Management but our common interest in athletics and gymnastics brought us together and we became good friends - I thought.

My name is James St Clair and I too was the heir to an historic earldom (Guildford) and a vast fortune, hence my decision to achieve the best education possible for me so as to assist and then eventually take over from my father upon his demise, hopefully many, many years in the future.

We were both pretty good scholars and while we were certainly competitive, it was always a friendly rivalry and he became a popular visitor at Guildford over weekends and our longer vacations.

He did not court females during the time he was at Oxford but he certainly wasn't interested in me as a sexual partner - at least I didn't think so. Of course I had girlfriends during this time and he seemed to fit in with us very well. How little I knew or understood Chinese manners and customs.

Without me being even in the slightest bit aware of it, he considered my 'flaunting' of my current girlfriend to be totally insulting, God knows why. But of course, he kept the usual oriental inscrutability and pretended to a close friendship while inside, he fostered a growing hatred of me.

But then, much later, as events unfolded, I eventually (and too late) realised he had wanted me as his lover and considered my so-called flaunting of my current girlfriend to be a total slap in the face and an intentional humiliation.

Oh, if I had only realised it earlier, I would have done anything to have corrected his misunderstandings and placated him. And this state of ignorance continued right through until our graduation when I farewelled him for the last time, thinking I would probably never see him again.

He didn't actually plan his revenge upon me but events made that very possible. Upon graduation, he went back to China and I moved back to Guildford and began to understudy Dad in all the aspects of his management of the estate as well as his multitudinous investments.

On this score, he didn't actually own companies but bought and sold shares in them as well as acquiring large parcels of real estate all of which earned him very good returns. But these things need careful management and he was really expert at it. I just hoped that I could be of use to him and when it all eventually came to me, that I could be half as good as he was in carefully fostering it all.

Some of his investments were overseas and that included China. Being well aware of our former friendship he asked me if I would like to travel there and check out the local stock market personally. Naturally, I jumped at the chance and sent an email to Wong asking if it would be possible to meet him during my visit there.

He sent an enthusiastic reply and indicated he would meet me at Shanghai airport.

It didn't happen. As I was passing through customs and immigration, I was met by uniformed police officers and told I was under arrest. Of course I immediately tried to call Dad but they confiscated my iPhone and passport and then took me away in a police car.

Naturally, I kept asking what I was accused of and why I had been arrested to all of which they either ignored me or told me to shut up. I never once caught sight of Wong but of course was confident that as soon as I was permitted to contact him, he would fix it all.

No way! I wasn't permitted to call him or contact him in any way and was delivered into a police cell in the huge central police station at Shanghai.

At intervals, I was taken out of my cell and bombarded with questions relating to spying and breaches of state security to all of which I denied and asked to see the British Consul at which they just laughed and told me to shut up and not to be so ridiculous.

This went on for days but eventually I was paraded before a state court, charged with espionage and without any opportunity to defend myself, was convicted and sentenced to slavery for the rest of my life.

I wasn't even surprised at this given the circumstances of my arrest and interrogation over the last week or so. As for the sentence of slavery, you will be well aware that a whole generation ago, that punishment had now replaced penal incarceration of all kinds, the latter institution being extraordinarily expensive and pretty nearly totally useless as a corrective measure for criminals.

I wasn't even surprised at being stripped naked in the court as total nakedness is of course mandatory for all slaves. I was then made to walk through the depilation machine that strips slaves of every last skerrick of hair below their eyes, making them totally nude as well as naked, this being considered an addition to the humiliation of nakedness which is enforced totally throughout the world.

And finally I had my chip glued to my body. This tiny sliver of silicon is wafer thin and no more than six millimetres long and about five wide and yet fulfils a number of functions including acting as a GPS beacon to apprise the slave's owners of his location at any given time, an activating electrode to give either a warning or a punishment shock to its recipient, and also capable of delivering a number of pulses (like Morse code) each of which has a specific message for the slave.

It is easily glued permanently to his body by, in the case of a male, a tiny incision being made in the scrotal wall, the wax paper being removed from the glued face of the chip which is then simply placed onto the wall of the right testicle and then a simple Band-Aid applied to the tiny wound. It may then be tested and in my understanding, they have never had a failure.

With a female, the same chip may be glued in a similar manner to her clitoris.

Even through the vagaries of the coldest places on earth, nakedness is still the rule, the only exception being that when the slave is working naked out in the snow, his or her feet are sprayed with a product called ThermacoatŪ which forms a clear plastic skin that insulates the sprayed part of his body from the cold and prevents frostbite. It is therefore obvious that the only way he may keep warm under these conditions is to work as hard as his body is capable of out in those extreme conditions.

I was not kept for more than a couple of days in the cells under the courthouse before Wong appeared and with his usual oriental inscrutability, merely took delivery of me, snapping a dog leash around the root of my cock and balls.

At first I was extraordinarily glad to see him believing that he was there to rescue me from the weird circumstances of my arrest and conviction. He soon disabused me of that notion, however.

In his so perfect English, he told me what was now what: "You are now my slave for the rest of your life, James. And believe me, you are going to pay for all the humiliation you gave me during my time at Oxford."

I stared at him in horror and disbelief. "Humiliation?" I said in utter mystification. "I befriended you, took you home to meet my parents and enjoy our life in the country and whilst we were rivals in our studies, I always thought it was a friendly rivalry and that you were as close to being my best friend as anyone else I know.

"Why on earth would you believe that I could or would humiliate you?"

He sneered at me. "You only befriended me so that you could put me down and this you did by parading those disgusting females in front of me and showing how normal and heterosexual you were compared to me..."

I stopped in my tracks, ignoring the pain in my genital organs from him tugging at my leash as understanding finally penetrated the veil he had wrapped around himself.

"You mean you wanted me sexually? But you knew I was and am totally heterosexual... I loved you as a friend, Wong, but at no time did I or could I ever have considered you as a lover..."

And still he didn't relent and I think then it was that I knew I was never going to be able to convince him of the truth and that I hadn't intentionally set him up as the butt of some weird sexual humour against him. I slumped in a mixture of disbelief and horror that he was so jealous of those girlfriends and so convinced that I had taken them on intentionally to shame and humiliate him that I doubted I would ever be able to make him understand the truth of it.

We reached his limousine eventually and his slave-chauffeur saluted him and opened the back door allowing him to climb in and take his seat in the middle of the back seat then tugged on the leash drawing me in behind him whereupon the chauffeur closed the door.

"Now, slave, I wish you to remove my trousers and underwear and then kneel in front of me and take my cock in your mouth. I want to feel you going right down on it so that your lips will graze my pubic regions, then slowly draw back, pursing your lips around its shaft until you reach the crown whereupon you will work your lips back and forth over it until swooping down to the root once again.

"And this you will continue until we reach my father's home whereupon I will assess your performance and if I am not satisfied with it, order that you be caned in the discipline area in the basement of the house while I watch in satisfaction as you suffer the way you made me suffer back at Oxford."

I stared up at him in horror but quickly assumed a kneeling position and lowered my head down between his so muscular thighs to scoop that huge weapon into my mouth. You are disgusted at my cowardice in the face of sure and certain punishment?

The truth of the matter is that as he spoke the words, I took them in and realised that he literally had the whip hand over me. I had been secretly arrested, interrogated and convicted. There had been no reporting and especially the British Consul had no idea I was in the country but even if he had, they would have cooked up a suitable story to cover my arrest and conviction and he would have been powerless to prevent them.

Further, although performing the act he had demanded of me totally disgusted me, I was very well aware that the Chinese have through thousands of years been famed as the most competent and cunning torturers the world has ever seen. I therefore had no doubt that given his hatred of me, he wouldn't hesitate to use all and any of them on my body.

I wanted to survive this ordeal and to do so I had to keep my wits about me and bend with the wind and performing fellatio on his enormous weapon now seemed to me to be the only possible recourse open to me.

I have found through my life that when it is necessary to do something, the best result is achieved by applying oneself to the very best of one's ability and accordingly, I decided to make this act as pleasurable for him as it was possible for me to achieve and to slam down my own repugnance and growing nausea at what I had to do.

Accordingly, I asked him if he could not derive more pleasure from this act if I was to carefully remove the rest of his clothing so that my hands could rove over his body seeking out the erogenous zones and thereby adding to his pleasure.

He stared down at me in confusion. "You want now to pleasure me with your body, James?"

"As I see it, Master, I don't have any option but more importantly than that we were once very good friends and I still have such feelings for you and therefore if I can now perform this little service for you to the best of my ability, it may serve to convince you that I still have a love for you..."

Fatuous nonsense? Grasping at straws to save me from a fate worse than death? No! Not at all! And neither had I suddenly switched from a totally heterosexual mindset to a strongly gay one. But my mind had assessed the situation and this seemed to me to be the best way to deal with it.

I could see he still wasn't convinced but he did allow me to unbutton his shirt and carefully remove it from his body revealing that magnificent physique that I had so admired during our workouts in the gymnasium.

I then reached up with my fingertips to search out those erogenous zones I had mentioned and at the same time lowered my head down onto his now fully erect cock, taking it in my mouth and beginning to use the lips around the corona and then gradually further down the shaft and finally, slamming down the gag reflex, took it all down my throat so that my lips were now grazing against the flat planes of his lower belly.

What did I now feel emotionally as my fingertips delighted in his silken-soft skin and underlying near-perfect muscles and I actually experienced his massive cock right down my throat?

I suspect you are not going to be surprised that I wasn't horrified, appalled and disgusted at what I was doing and in fact was now deriving considerable pleasure from it. I know I was surprised myself as this new emotion gradually took hold. If you are a male reading this account, and are also heterosexual, you will be thinking that I should have been disgusted and mortified at what I was being forced to do. But I wasn't.

Yes, I did find the gag reflex a bit of a problem but as his huge cock moved slowly past the opening into my trachea and oesophagus and right down it, the nerves gradually accustomed themselves to this invader whilst on a thinking level, I made myself consider the pleasure that could be derived from his body, both inside and out.

And my mind obeyed the directions I was giving it. I actually began now to enjoy caressing his so perfect body and to performing fellatio on his penis and then also began fondling his testicles.

Yes, I know you are now saying I must have been a latent queer all my life. Be assured, I was not. I know in my deepest heart my sexual predilections lie with the female and not the male. What I was doing was firmly instructing my mind to put aside those convictions and to make the absolute best of my current situation.

The beauty of it is that it worked. As I continued to pleasure him, he gradually relaxed his vigilance and lay back there in a near supine position with his knees spread wide and his whole wonderful physique now exposed to me and on a purely aesthetic level, I could delight and appreciate his body as I worked on it to give him sublime pleasure with my mouth and fingers.

He didn't talk much and I was pleased that that because all my mental efforts were now concentrating on living the lie and pretending to a supreme delight in what I was doing and if I had to talk with him, I thought it might be extremely difficult to keep up the charade.

But then he decided to up the ante, so to speak.

"You have done well so far, boy. But I am now going to raise my feet up onto your shoulders and I want you now to lick my arse. I want to feel your tongue pushing right inside it, cleaning it, working it and giving me supreme pleasure in the process.

I didn't dare look at him nor did I even think about the act he had now directed me to perform on him. I had been pretty well able to suck his cock, but this? I don't think I could imagine anything more horrible but then I mentally slammed those thoughts down. Prior to making the decision to take his cock into my mouth, it too would have seemed about as bad as it gets. Well I now had to do the same thing with this new trial.

I drew my lips back off his still rigid penis and now got my head down even further my nose now in between the stretched wide open buttock cheeks and very tentatively poked my tongue out at the crinkly little rosebud that was his anal muscle.

And once again, the wrath of God did not descend upon me and in fact, all I felt was that I was actually licking some part of his body. The fact that it was his anus - the orifice out of which he exited his turds, I slammed right out of my mind and once again, discovered the act to be not exactly pleasurable but at least bearable. The biggest problem I now had was that he had demanded that I actually push my tongue right inside that powerful muscle and thus be exposed to the disgusting, smelly slime inside there.

But once again exercising my mind to carry out this new and so horrible task, I closed it to those thoughts and began to push the tip of my tongue inside, again fearing the worst but very surprised to find it relatively clean and the act not nearly as horrible as I had suspected.

With my hands now on his so beautifully muscled thighs, that were perfectly exposed as the underside of his knees were resting on my shoulders, I began pushing deeper and working my tongue around the tissues inside there and to my again utter astonishment, found it to be marginally better than bearable and so I continued on, my hands stroking up-and-down his thigh muscles and my head bobbing back and forth as I drove my tongue in and out of his anus.

I didn't have time to wonder where we were going or what the slave-chauffeur must be thinking as he looked back at us in his rear vision mirror. All my mental energies were engaged in performing these so horrible tasks without thinking about that part of it and trying to derive pleasure from what I was doing.

A big ask, you may think. It certainly was at first, but then as my nerves adjusted to the new sensations I found myself able to think about what I was doing as an act of love. You are astounded? So was I! How could I possibly love what I was doing to this young man who had been my best friend for all my years at Oxford and had now turned on me in this terrible way?

What I did was to ask myself why he had reacted so horribly to what he thought as an act of betrayal on my part for I'm sure he really did believe that I was only parading the couple of girlfriends I had during my Oxford years in front of him in order to tease him and at the same time deny him my body.

And what I came up with was the beginnings of an understanding of his psyche. I now decided that he had probably been a latent homosexual all his life and that he had had to hide it because of parental displeasure if he owned up to it.

I then wondered what the standard Chinese attitude to homosexuality might be. In my own country and in Western society generally, it has gone through periods of total repression and others of total acceptance and everything in between. Could China be the same?

I thought that was more than likely. And then I thought of my own family and what their reaction might have been if I had been born gay. For by now most scientific thought very much opined that the sexuality of a new born child was very much dependent on two factors: the first and most important is heredity; the second the culture of the people around him or her. I think my family is pretty tolerant but as the question has never arisen, I can't be sure what Dad and Mother might have said and how they would have reacted if I had suddenly come out and informed them that I was gay. As I thought about it, I began to think they would have been less than pleased and perhaps Wong might be in the same boat.

Well I certainly couldn't resolve the question but I would be keeping my eyes and ears open once we arrived at what I presumed would be his family home and react accordingly.

On the other hand, if he was openly gay there and they accepted it, then I would go along with it just as I had during this trip in the limousine. The old saying, 'Discretion is the better part of valour' is to me a most pragmatic way of dealing with problems. It is all very well to stand on one's dig when one's honour is at stake but I could see no point in it in my present situation. And as I thought about it, considered that most slaves upon their conviction and sentence would probably adopt the same attitude.

As these thoughts tumbled through my mind, I could feel the vehicle slowing and turning into what I presumed was a driveway or perhaps a lane leading to the house. Remember, with my head down and my tongue now still working on his anus, I couldn't see anything outside of the vehicle. It seemed quite a long time before I felt the vehicle turning and then stopping at which Wong then directed me to help him dress while the chauffeur took his time in shutting down the vehicle and getting out and while glancing in at the back area, eventually satisfied himself that his young master was now suitably dressed and he could open the back door to allow him to alight.

That he did so without a passing glance or comment at me, suggested to me that his anger at me was very definitely real and so I now wondered what I was facing in his father's household.