Chapter 1

 

Slavery has been dead and buried for nearly 200 years in most parts of the world but it lived on in my imagination and as soon as I was old enough to form such ideas I had a desire to develop an estate or island devoted to catering for the needs of masochistic, would-be slaves. To do this, I would need to make millions.

As early as my middle teens I decided that devising computer games would be my best course as I was already good at it. Accordingly, as soon as I left school, or actually before then, I concentrated everything on developing top-quality computer games and associated programs for all levels of the market and I saved almost every cent of what I earned, continuing to live at home and without informing my parents of the details of what I was doing; just that I was dabbling in computer games to keep my head above water.

I didn't even fully confide in my best friend, Charlie McDonald, who lived next door to us and had been my friend all our lives. He knew the basics of what I was up to but I didn't inform him of the root cause behind it.

He and I were both the only children of our respective parents, went to the same schools and spent our free time in one another's houses and the one was always included in the family activities of the other.

Of course we discussed sex - endlessly - as growing teenagers do and I understood that he was exclusively heterosexual whereas I sort-of leaned both ways. Not that I had ever had any form of sexual relationship with another male. My peer group still frowned heavily on such activities and in any case as we were both reasonably good-looking and with his fabulous gymnast's physique, there was no shortage of girls for us to take out, which of course we did more and more as we grew older.

He had opted to become an electrician and as I developed more and more computer games, so he proceeded through his apprenticeship but we still spent all our spare time together and our outings with our respective girls were always a joint affair.

We were both seventeen when we left school and while he had the necessity of going through an apprenticeship, I had a natural aptitude for computer technology and programming and was able to proceed straight into my chosen profession without doing any formal tertiary training at all.

Accordingly, I began to amass a quite large and ever-growing investment portfolio and I found that I was very interested in studying the stock market and became quite excited at how my (at first) small but rapidly growing portfolio was developing.

This of course, was my aim for I knew that to acquire an island, probably in the Whitsundays, was going to be very costly and so I applied myself diligently to my burgeoning business which remained a one-man band. As it grew in success, I knew that hiring other programmers to assist me would be more profitable but that involved other people and I didn't want to have to answer questions about my future and that of my enterprise. A one-man operation can survive very well if its owner is diligent and hard-working and I was both of these.

Eventually of course, my parents began to ask questions about what I was up to and because I loved them dearly, I didn't want to hurt them and so I announced one evening that I thought it was high time I found my own digs and cut the apron strings, so to speak. Dad understood and just smiled and nodded. Mother was more opposed to it, I suppose not wanting to lose her only son (her only child) but as I pointed out, "I'm now twenty-one years old, Mother, and while I love you both dearly and have been appreciative of all that you have done for me in bringing me up, it's time I started out on my own. We'll see one another often as I'll find somewhere to live around here, but it is definitely time for me to leave the nest.

Because of my long-range plans, I decided not to buy a unit (although I could have afforded it) but rented a quite comfortable apartment with two bedrooms, one of which I turned into my little office and set up my computer and allied equipment there.

I haven't been very forthcoming in detailing how I was able to market my product and make so much money easily but be assured it was all above board and through a proper agent.

I reached my first million by the time I was twenty and the income from those investments together with my own personal earnings (which had continued to rise as the popularity of my product grew) now began to ascend quite rapidly so that by the time I was twenty-four, I was already worth in the order of thirty million dollars. No-one knew this (except my accountant and the Commissioner of taxation) but I now took Charlie into my confidence.

I had invited him to come with me on a barbecue up into the hills behind the Gold Coast of Queensland where we could be assured of privacy and as I cooked the steaks and he laid out the salads, I went into the depths of what I had been up to, how much money I had made and why.

He had stared at me in absolute awe. "You are worth thirty mil and it's all because you want to set up a sexy slave island somewhere, Peter?"

I nodded. "Spot on, Charlie. I'm now ready to go looking but the reason I've told you this now is because I want you to come with me. I want us to do this together. We have been best friends ever since our birth and I can't bear the thought of not seeing you regularly.

"I know this is going to cost you financially and so I want to appoint you as general manager of the island on a salary that will be at least four times what you are earning as an electrician. Furthermore, I am going to set up a trust fund for you which you can draw on if you wish and which I will keep topping up each year. This will mean that after twenty years or so, you too will be a millionaire. But I see our lives as being spent together regardless of anything else.

"No doubt we will both marry, but in the meantime, we are going to enjoy all the benefits of owning, training and disciplining comely naked young men and women who seek such a life and who will have signed on in monthly units for up to a year at a time."

I had been nervous about broaching the subject with him, for even though we were as close as two brothers, this was pretty much of a bombshell and I really had no idea how he would react. As it turned out, his expression changed from awe and disbelief to excitement and anticipation.

"If you're really serious about this, Peter, count me in. It's not the money, although an income of four times what I'm earning now sounds absolutely wonderful. No, it's really the idea of living with you up there in the Whitsunday Islands or wherever on an idyllic tropical island with a bevy of shapely naked female slaves, and although I've never admitted it to you before, the idea of having muscular young naked male slaves around is also appealing."

Now it was my turn to stare at him. "You mean that you've been hiding the fact that you are secretly bisexual all these years, even though you already knew that I was that way inclined...?"

He hung his head in mock shame and grinned at me. "Yes. I admired your courage in letting me know but for some reason I couldn't open up and admit it to you. I suppose because of my physique, people expected me to be macho. Forgive me?"

This last was given with a broad grin so I just gave him a cuff around the shoulders. "You're forgiven! But as to your agreement, that's great! Well your salary starts now or at least once you've served your notice. How long is that, two weeks?"

"Yes, now that I'm a fully qualified and licensed electrician for Queensland it is a fortnight. If I'd still been an apprentice it would have been much longer. Right, then where do we start? I imagine the first thing is to find a suitable island. I wouldn't have thought there would be too many for sale?"

"You'd be surprised, Charlie. There are literally hundreds of them spread right down the Great Barrier Reef and they range from mere sand dunes to quite large islands. I think we should be looking for something from 10 to 20 hectares. What do you think?"

"I take it you will wish to keep the slaves gainfully employed at various tasks and so creating a pleasant landscape garden with such things as rockeries, babbling brook, small glades of trees, etc, and of course growing our own vegetables would be one very important use of them. Others might be cooking, housekeeping, and of course developing and honing their bodies to what we (and not necessarily they) want. I imagine that would be one of my specific tasks?"

"Yes to all of those, Charlie. Particularly the last. I've never said it to you before but your physique has to be as near to perfect as I could imagine in a person. Your muscles are not overdone but each individual one and its group blend so well as to form what the ancient Greeks used to think of as the ideal. Very few human beings alive today come anywhere near you in that regard. And so yes, very much will you be in charge of their physical developments and you can have them for as many hours a day as you wish.

"As to the gardens, very much yes again. I intend to make them one of my hobbies, although I will still be spending some of my waking hours designing computer games as we may still need an outside income. If any of the slaves show aptitude in this area, I may well use them to assist me because as slaves I don't have to account for them, pay them or go through any of the other mind-boggling red tape associated with employing people these days."

He nodded at me and looked straight into my face with an expression that I knew meant that he was going to ask me a difficult question, so I got in first: "you're going to ask if we are going to use them for sex, aren't you?"

He grinned in that infectious way that always endeared him to everybody. "I was, yes. I imagine so. There wouldn't be much point in taking people even though they are fully voluntary and aware of what they're getting themselves into and then not using their bodies in a sexual capacity. I suppose initially, there will just be you and me as 'free' people on the island and depending upon how many slaves we are able to recruit, using them sexually poses all manner of very interesting possibilities.

"For example, while you and I are dining in high style, we could have a pair or more of them perform a highly sexual ballet or perhaps just rut violently while we eat. And we might well direct that two straight females make love to one another; or the same thing with two males.

"Then we might have a couple or more wrestle together and then order that the loser submit to the winner in some bizarre or painful way - if it were two males for example, we could order the winner to fuck the loser up his arse.

"Yet another possibility is to teach them the art of erotic dance. Now neither of us has any skill in this regard at all. Am I right?"

I nodded. "Yes, you are right, so what would you suggest?"

"We search for a dancing teacher skilled in this area. No, don't look like that. I'll bet that if I was to Google 'erotic dance teacher' or the like, I might come up with something. Anyway it's just an idea and for heaven's sake, if all this takes off, we are going to have all the time in the world to explore and develop all manner of ideas.

"There is one thing, though, that is worrying me..."

"You're worried about our parents?"

"Yes, I am. How on Earth are we going to explain all this to them and don't tell me we're not because we can't hide from them the fact that we are moving to an idyllic little island somewhere in the northern end of Queensland and then not invite them to come up for a holiday."

"I think we should be totally honest with them, Charlie. I think it might be best if the pair of us speak to each set together. That is, we both front yours and explain our own sexuality and that we don't wish to embarrass them by following our desires down here on the Gold Coast; and then do the same with mine. Or alternatively, we get them together either in your house or mine and then do it together. On reflection, the second case might be better as the four of them can then commiserate with one another about this dreadful new trait coming out in their respective sons and neither set will be able to blame the other as having brought about this 'terrible' lapse in the character of the other.

"We should invite them to come and visit if they wish and are able to contemplate the idea of observing very good-looking naked slaves with perfect physiques moving about the island and undertaking their duties. We should probably suspend the entertainments we mentioned a few minutes ago during the visits but apart from that, if they could get used to the idea of good-looking young naked people working around and waiting on them - and that's not very much different from say a nudist camp - they would be most welcome."

"I agree, Peter. And I also agree about giving them the news with all four of them together but let's hold off on any such meeting until we have selected the island and gone a good way into finding slaves to stock it."

He looked at me shrewdly for a few moments and I knew another question was coming: "I realise looking for the island is relatively easy. We simply fly up there; find the best real estate agents who deal in such properties and then see what is available. But how are you proposing to seek out young men and women, probably aged from eighteen to perhaps middle thirties, who are masochistic and would seek to give up anything from a month to a year of their lives to indulge this craving. It is rather bizarre, you have to admit?"

"It is indeed. But I have discovered a couple of electronic magazines devoted to this fetish (there are none in print that I can find) and in which advertisements are placed. I have already created a new email address for this enterprise and will use it as the return address for any applications we may receive in response to our ad.

"We will need to be very careful from that point on. There is nothing illegal about this operation but any use of the word 'slave' always excites attention from the various vice squads around the world. I dare say these magazines are being monitored by them. So if it gets to the point of an interview, we set it up in a public cafeteria, directing the applicant to arrive precisely at, say, noon and order tea and two buns from the counter.

"I will be wearing a special type of hearing aid with a very powerful directional microphone pointed in that direction and will be able to monitor conversations. We then watch this person very carefully before we decide to join him or her. If we decide they are legitimate, we can elect to proceed and then take them out to our car where we will very carefully probe them as to their bona fides and then proceed accordingly.

 

I don't propose to go into the details of Charlie and me finding our island and then building our home and the slave quarters on it. It took well over a year but eventually we found the perfect spot an hour's flight in a helicopter from Townsville. It was about 40 hectares, roughly oval in shape with a small mountain in the middle and had been planted with coconuts. That is far too small for a viable coconut plantation and the decaying manager's house and workers' quarters were just about at the point of collapse as well. Because it was seen as a failed commercial operation, the asking price was rather depressed and I was very happy with the final agreed price.

The house really was unliveable and so Charlie and I pitched a tent and thought it quite an adventure. The next task was to find a builder. My father had always preferred houses designed by a builder rather than an architect on the grounds, he said, that whereas builders know what works in a house; architects are more concerned with their appearance and their reputations than listening to their clients so we talked to a number of builders in Townsville and were particularly struck with one who seemed really keen on our project.

Not that we told him the truth, which we amended slightly to give the impression that whilst we would be permanent residents there, we would be catering for groups of temporary visitors for whom we wanted a dormitory building with associated kitchen, dining and ablution facilities. This would need to be big enough to cater for up to 50 visitors.

Looking to the future, we wanted our own house to be in the form of dual residences but with some facilities shared. Our builder seemed to grasp exactly what we wanted and said he'd have sketch plans ready for us in a week.

In the meantime, we prowled around the island seeking to design its future. The old manager's house had a diesel generator but it wasn't nearly big enough for our future needs. We were fortunate here in that the water supply that was the reason for the location of and had been used for the manager's house and the workers quarters came from a spring high up the mountain that becomes a small waterfall and we thought this might well be suitable to provide a small hydroelectric plant. We made a mental note to engage an electrical engineer to investigate this and failing that we looked at large diesel plants (but hoped that the hydroelectric proposition might be a goer).

We also sketched out our decorative garden and the large vegetable patch which we hoped would provide most of the food for us and perhaps our slaves, once we had found them. We fully intended to purchase a small herd of milking cows to provide milk, cream and butter but after discussing the idea of adding some beef cattle, we decided that as neither of us had a clue as to how to butcher them, we might put that on the back burner for the moment.

The pair of us had discussed how we were going to manage the slaves, once we acquired them at great length and feeding them was of prime importance. We knew that the native town dwellers in New Guinea existed mainly on a diet of rice and tinned bully beef and thought that would be ideal for our slaves although we would check it out with a dietician before actually implementing it.

These people wanted to be slaves. We certainly wouldn't take them unless we were absolutely certain on that point. They would relish the fact that they would not be permitted clothing of any kind during their time with us.

I have a fetish for facial and body hair on us humans - that is, I don't like it. I had my own permanently removed as soon as I could afford it and when Charlie saw me naked after it was done, he went and had his own body similarly treated. Our slaves would have to agree to this prior to us taking them on.

We were going to work them hard. That's what happened to slaves in the past and so they would expect it with us. And if they slacked or failed to perform a duty properly or at least to the best of their ability, they would be punished. And the punishment would be corporal.

For the most part, they would be caned. Strung up in a gallows by their heels spread wide and then made to suffer the pain of a nice meaty rattan cane applied to their buttocks. We decided the number of strokes might vary from three to twelve depending on the seriousness of the offence.