Because slavery is involved in this story it will no doubt be Authoritarian by classification but it is mainly a love story between young men of different races who meet on a small island and follow the fairy tale format. "Once upon a time", becomes "Happily ever after". Loads of sex, a little cp at the beginning and then loads of loving
I have several pictures of the characters in this story if you would like to see them.
The story is complete in 9 parts.
NO CHOICE
Part 1
This small island state fascinated him which was why Guy had accepted his company's appointment here.
"No one has served their two years on the island and not received a substantial promotion on returning, so you should be pleased with yourself boy."
Guy hadn't thought to ask who had been there prior to himself. If he had, he might not have been quite so pleased. The personnel director made a very plausible case for Guy to go.
Synd was everything he could have wished for when he had looked around after arriving by boat. There was no airstrip; the island had no area of flat land that could accommodate one. It was patently a volcanic island judging by its structure, but many hundreds of years had elapsed since there was last an eruption. The lava flows had eroded into rich alluvial soil supporting a wealthy agrarian economy. Guy's company owned several large plantations on the island and he was here as the managing administrator. He was amazed at the low overheads of the plantations when he examined samples of their books. The only labour costs appeared to be office staff and the senior management. His would not be a senior position, but a responsible one and as a new graduate working unsupervised he would be judged on the quality of his work.
The man who met him off the boat was tall and elegantly dressed, obviously a native of the island, but taller than most.
"Mr. Tenant I presume."
Guy smiled at this tall man and replied.
"Yes Sir, and you are?"
"I am Ramish Sunda, General Manager of Keaton Enterprises here."
"Oh, I'm pleased to meet you Sir, and it's very kind of you to meet me."
Shaking Guy's hand the GM spoke again.
"Yes, well it is very important you understand this island. I want you to listen very carefully to my briefing, but come, we'll walk up to your residence, and my man will bring your luggage."
They set off at a leisurely pace Mr. Sunda explaining the workings of the company and of the island as they went. The job appeared to be straightforward, but talk of island life appeared to be quite strange. He was informed that they had a highly disciplined society here and any breach of their laws was severely punished. No details of punishment were forthcoming but Guy did notice that the well dressed locals nearly all appeared to have with them a body that was either completely naked or nearly so. This was not a colour thing either, there were dark skinned and light skinned people in both groups. Querying the sight, Guy was told that the naked and partly clothed people were being punished for transgressions to the island laws. Guy thought this was very strange but kept his own counsel.
The small villa looked very comfortable and Guy was pleased to be left to sort out his new home with the assurance that a man would collect him in the morning to bring him to the offices.
"There is food here for you tonight and we will select a house servant for you tomorrow. I will then fully brief you about how you must behave here, and pitfalls to watch out for."
Guy was happy with that. He had some local currency so he thought he would explore the little harbour town in which he was to live. Unpacked, showered and changed into clothes more suited to this tropical island he wandered back into the busier part of the port through which he had walked and found a bar to buy a drink. He was recommended a local brandy which he accepted and enjoyed, thinking it was very fruity and probably therefore not very alcoholic.
At five feet nine inches tall with his brown hair and blue eyes, Guy was a pleasant sight. His sporty body was deeply tanned apart from the white patch where his shorts had been. Underneath his white polo shirt and tailored light weight chinos rested a typical sportsman's body, broad shouldered, narrow hips and strong legs. He sported a well defined set of pecs and a six pack, the whole being a source of admiring glances from both males and females. Something he would have learned the next day if he had given his new boss time to tell him, was that the brandy was potent and as little as three of them would put him on his back, and in to deep, deep trouble.
Guy woke up the next morning wondering where he was. He could remember nothing after being bought his fourth brandy by a young man of similar age to himself who was patently a local.
Looking round he realised he was in a cell, 'my God, how did I get here', was his thought, answered very soon by a stern looking policeman.
"You didn't take long to disgrace yourself did you? The judge will soon appraise you of your stupidity."
Guy was led from his cell straight into a room that was a court room judging by its layout, even though it was quite small. The usual court officials were in attendance and he was led to the dock. The charge of `drunk and disorderly' was read out and Guy thought that was not a good start to his life on this island, but he would explain to his boss about the brandy.
The judge asked him if he had anything to say, accepted his apology and passed sentence.
"Slavery, for life."
Dumbfounded by the sentence and not realising what it meant in the real world he allowed himself to be moved to stand in front of the judge between two hefty island policemen.
"Slaves don't wear clothes in my court, strip him."
Guy was scandalised as his shirt was just cut from his back and he struggled to no avail to stop the same happening to his trousers and pants, shoes and socks. Stood naked and held firmly by his two minders the judge spoke to him again.
"You will be branded and prepared for auction. If you behave yourself you may find a kind master, if you don't you will know great pain and humiliation. Take him away."
This couldn't be happening to him, slavery, he laughed, this was the 21st. century, there was no slavery here, and certainly not on an island where his company had a presence. He very quickly learned differently.
Entering a door marked, "Slave Registration", Guy very quickly started to learn the reality of his position. The first thing to happen was a slave number was branded on his inside forearm. The device that was used didn't look like a branding iron so it wasn't until the thing impacted with his skin that he knew what was happening. The smell of burning flesh as the iron was applied was the last thing he remembered before the pain hit him and he blacked out. When he recovered consciousness he was lying on a cold stone floor with a guard stood over him. He was hauled dazedly to his feet, led into a room where an official looking man started to brief him about his future.
Guy couldn't take it all in. He was told he must never talk unless asked a question. He must address all free men and women as Sir and Madam, except his owner who he must address as Master. He was told he had no rights and could be used in any way his master wished.
"You would normally be auctioned off at the slave market but the judge has allowed you to be pre-purchased. Your new master will be here to collect you shortly. You are untrained and this is therefore most unusual. Be warned though that punishment for breaking the rules I have just laid down for you is extremely painful."
Guy thought this was all totally preposterous and voiced his feelings.
"Don't be ridiculous, how dare you treat me like a common criminal?"
The official nodded at the guard who, in very short order had Guy bent over a bench while another guard strapped his arms and legs to the legs of the bench. Ten extremely hard swats of a paddle later, he was released and stood in front of the official again, tears streaming down his face and shock written across it. He couldn't ever remember being beaten and the pain level had almost closed down his mind. He looked at the paddle and understood why it had caused so much pain. It looked like an old piece of car tire with a handle attached, which was precisely what it was. The rubber made for an incredible bout of pain every time it landed.
"Now slave, shall we begin again? Do you understand what I have been saying?"
Guy nodded, unable to speak. That changed very quickly when another vicious blow from the paddle made him squeal with the shock.
"Do you understand?"
"Yes Sir," came out as a very tearful reply.
"Good, your master is here so we'll go."
The man that entered was immediately recognisable as the man who had bought him the last drink in the bar. Guy started to protest until once again the paddle landed.
"I'm sorry Sir, the slave is very slow to learn. Won't you reconsider and allow us to train him for you?"
"No thank you, I'm going to take great delight in allowing my friends and I to train him."
Guy was so incensed that he had been lured into this situation that he lunged at his new master, but once again failed to achieve anything. This time a collar was placed round his neck, cuffs were secured to his wrists and his wrists were secured to the sides of the collar.
"Do you have a cane handy, Slave master?"
"Oh yes Sir, always."
"Good, please produce it. I will personally give this worthless creature twenty strokes."
A chain was run through Guy's wrist fastenings and his arms were hauled up until he was stretched as high as he could be and still have his feet on the floor. He couldn't believe the next few minutes. Raul, his new master, delivered twenty incredibly hard strokes of the cane, starting at the shoulders and finishing behind the knees. When released he fell to the floor, sobbing as hard as he had ever done in his life. The pain was horrendous and his pleas for mercy had achieved nothing.
"If you ever misbehave again, I will substitute a whip and I will have my overseer apply it."
At that comment a big man walked in, clad in just small shorts and a T shirt.
"Samson, take this miserable creature away, he'll sleep in a cage tonight, but feed him first, and then hose him down."
Life as Guy knew it had changed forever.