Date: Fri, 27 Feb 2009 15:20:04 EST
From: Subchub4yngchsr@aol.com
Subject: A Great Place to Live - Chapter 2

This story is pure fiction though I wish it were true.  Any similarities to
a real situation are purely coincidental.  You should be of legal age in
your area to read this.  All feedback is appreciated.  You can email me or
message me at subchub4yngchsr@aol.com.  For those of you who have read my
other story - Young Master From DC, I will at some point continue that and
have a conclusion to that story but this is the story I am interested in
writing right now and I hope you all enjoy it.

The next few chapters will go over my early years and up to the end of my
life in phase 1 of Utopia.  Then we will be covering my life living with
and serving Master Richie and possibly some other stories from some of the
other slaves in Utopia and maybe some of the civil servants.  Please note
this is still a setup chapter and there is not really BDSM or Authoritarian
tone yet, but stick with me, its coming soon.

A Great Place to Live - Chapter 2

In the weeks leading up to July 1st 2009 my parents took care of saying
good bye to the few friends they still had, rid themselves of all worldly
possessions, as you are not allowed to bring anything with you to Utopia
except the clothes on your back.  For the most part they donated everything
to goodwill.  They were very excited and ready to move down to Utopia in
Florida.  Finally their travel package arrived a few days before they were
scheduled to leave.  A limo would pick them up at their apartment and take
them to the airport in NY.  There they would be met by a Utopia
representative who will get them through ticketing, security and check in
quickly.

So the big day arrived and they were very excited.  The car arrived on time
and they breezed through the airport process with the help of the Utopia
rep.  They boarded the plane and it left on time.  No turning back now,
their new lives were about to begin.  After the quick 3 hour flight, they
landed in Florida.  Once through security they were met by greeters from
Utopia.  They boarded the van and were immediately blindfolded and noise
reduction headphones where placed on each of them.  This was not a surprise
as they were told this would be done to protect the location of Utopia.  As
far as they can tell it was around a two hour drive from the airport to
Utopia.  Of course for all they knew it was five miles from the airport and
they just drove around in circles for the two hours.  Of course that was
not true and they were two hours away from the airport and a good hour away
from the closest big city.

When they arrived at the gates the headphones and blindfolds were removed.
There were armed guards at the gates and there was a notice posted on the
fence warning outsiders to stay out.  Also it mentioned that once through
the gates you were on the sovereign land of Utopia and all rules and laws
of Utopia would be upheld and supersedes the laws of the state of Florida
and the United States of America.  Our two greeters from Utopia told us
this was absolutely the last chance we had to turn around.  Once we walk
through the gates (No motor cars allowed) there was no turning back.  My
mom and dad looked at each other and both said lets do it.  They exited the
van and walked to the gate.  It opened up for them and they were escorted
in by their greeters.

Once through the gates they were taken immediately to the welcome center.
The Welcome Center was as building that was bigger then a football field
and you were to follow a line and go from room to room and the orientation
process would take most of the day.  First thing they had to do was remove
all of the clothing they had with them and turn over their driver's
licenses and passports.  Next they were taken to a room where they were to
shower and their bodies were sprayed with a disinfectant.  They showered
and put on sweat suits that were given to them to wear through the
orientation process.  After that they were fingerprinted and blood samples
were taken from each of them to make sure no diseases were contacted since
they were selected.  A doctor gave them a brief physical exam and checked
my mom with an ultrasound to make sure I was developing alright.  She was
not eight months pregnant.  In fact all 100 mothers coming in were between
6 and 8 months pregnant.  They passed their physicals and moved on.  In the
next room they were given a shot in their arm that installed a microchip
GPS unit with unique serial numbers in each of them.  They were now
officially citizens of Utopia and they could be found at any time.  They
were told they could go anywhere in Phase 1.  If they tried to leave
through the gate they would get an electronic shock and if they tried to
enter phase 2 they would get a shock that would knock them out and they
would be punished to the fullest extent of the law (immediate slavery for
you and your spouse).

That concluded the initial phase of the orientation.  They then joined a
few other couples who were entering Utopia that day for an informational
session about where they would be living and what their jobs would be.  The
first thing they found out is that the new mothers would not get assigned
jobs until their children were 5 and entered kindergarten.  The founders of
Utopia felt it was important for mothers to be their for the first few
years of a male childs life.  After that the nanny can take care of most of
those duties and the women can become active members of the community.  The
men were assigned the jobs that they would hold for the next 15 years.
There were no salaries since moneyw as not used in Utopia.  If you needed
something it was provided to you.  Each job was for 40 hours a week and
unless you were sick you were expected to work that every week for the next
15 years.  There were no vacations except for the week your son is born you
would get two weeks off from the day he is born.  Now my dad was a bank
executive in his past life and was very excited to find out what his new
job would be.  Well he did not have to wait much longer.  For the next
fifteen years my dad would be a librarian at the middle school. Considering
the choices he could have gotten much worse and their was not much physical
labor involved.  He was told school was year round so it would always be
open and his hours would be Mon-Fri from 8AM to 5PM for the next 15 years.
Well better then being a garbage man.  It really was not important what job
you were assigned just that you did it to the best of your ability.  There
were no salaries, no benefits, everything was provided to you in Utopia and
all residents were equals in Phase 1.  They were given a welcome folder
with maps of Phase 1 and the location of where they would be moving.  All
100 new families would be in section 10 of Phase 1.  Each years new
arrivals are always placed together and there are always 1500 families
living in Phase 1 at any given time.  Next they brought in tailors who took
their measurements and clothes would be delivered to their town homes as
soon as they were done.

Next they were instructed on some of the rules they were to live by in
Phase 1.  Curfew was 10pm during the week and Midnight on weekends.  No one
was to be out on the streets after those times.  You were only allowed to
socialize with families in your section.  You are never to mention to your
son what will happen after the 8th grade is completed.  You will be
assigned a buddy family who has been living here 10 years and they will
work with you the first month to get you acclimated to living in Utopia.

Finally they were ready.  Their buddy family met them and walked them to
section 10.  There were 15 buildings each with 10 town homes.  Each
driveway had two golf carts in it.  They start by fingerprint ID and you
used them to get around Utopia.  As mentioned earlier there are no cars in
Utopia and you got everywhere by walking or using the golf carts.  In Phase
2 there is public transportation but its people powered (to be explained
later) not electric or gas.  Utopia takes advantage of solar power for most
of it's electricity and also have a power plant in phase 2.  No one in
phase 1 knows this but its driven by slave labor (will have more
information on the power plant in future chapters).  Utopia is totally self
sufficient, completely off the grid from the rest of the country.

They entered their townhouse and where greeted by Carla who was to be my
nanny for the first 15 years of my life.  She was a 40 yr old woman at the
time of my birth.  She was their to be housekeeper, maid, and nanny for the
entire time my parents were in Phase 1 of Utopia.  The townhouse had two
levels.  The main level had a family room with a couch and table, a nice
recliner for my dad and a large screen tv on the wall.  Of course only
approved shows could be watched in Utopia.  The living room was a more
elegant room used to entertain other families.  The kitchen and dining room
made up the rest of the main level.  The apartment my parents had in NYC
was less then one quarter of the first level of the townhouse.  The kitchen
had state of the art appliances and a nice table to eat breakfast at.  The
formal dining room had a table that could seat up to 12.  The entire floor
was furnished down to little knick knacks all over the place.  They used
the information they knew about my parents to figure what to buy.

My parents settled right into life in Utopia.  Over the next few days all
100 families moved in.  Well I should say all 100 sets of parents since all
the woman were pregnant at the time.  They had a get to know your neighbors
function that first week and my parents became friendly with a few of the
other expecting parents.  The first thing they noticed was everyone of the
100 families was white.  In fact all 1500 families in Phase 1 were white.
The only non-white people they saw around where the civil servants who had
some of the public jobs in Phase 1.  All of the expecting parents were in
their mid twenties to mid thirties and everyone seemed to be in fairly
decent shape and good looking.  In the back of their mind they were
wondering which of these 20 couples would live the life of luxury after
phase 1, and which 20 would live out their lives as servants and slaves
here or in other Utopia's around the world.  If my parents only knew they
would fall into that bottom 20 I don't know if they would be so happy then.
At least they got to enjoy 15 good years in Phase 1.

A few weeks later the mothers in Section 10 started giving birth to their
baby boys.  My mother was one of the middle ones.  But by the end of the
first summer their were 100 new residents in Utopia.  After all 100
families had their son's it was time to bring in the doctor's to sterilize
the men and tie the tubes of the women so they would no longer be able to
have children.  The way that they performed these operations it was
irreversible.  Remember this was one of the things they agreed to when
moving here.  So they left me with Carla for a day and went to the hospital
in the center of town when their appointment was scheduled.  My father met
with the doctor first.  It was a very cut and dry procedure.  The doctor
injected a substance into both of my fathers balls and he was instantly
sterile.  He would never be able to ejaculate again in his life.  The
doctor was very cold and even joked that this made it easier if he saw him
again years from now.  My dad did not know what he meant but the doctor was
referring to the fact that some of the Master's in Phase 2 liked to have
eunuch's around and the doctor performed the surgery to remove the slave or
even some of the servant's penises at the Masters requests.  In fact the
doctor's were nothing more then civil servants of Utopia and were at the
beck and call of the phase 2 Masters.

The first few years of my life in Utopia were not very different from if I
had grown up anywhere else.  To us it was natural that there were always
other boys your own age to play with and no one ever questioned why there
were no little girls around.  Once we were 5 years old we started our
schooling.  We were broken up into 4 classes of 25 students each.  We would
have the same groups until we graduated from 8th grade.  My given name was
Michael and everyone called me Mikey growing up.  Of course our parents
were never allowed to discuss what was going to happen to us after 8th
grade they tried everything they could to prepare and get us into the top
20.  Of course no one knew what the selection criteria would be that year.
It could be anything.  The Founder's had carte blanche to do whatever they
wanted.  Our parents had us playing sports, reading books, doing extra
homework.  All hoping we would place in the top 20.  Almost just as much
for us as for them to get a life of luxury after Phase 1.

By the time we reached 3rd grade things were not looking good for my
parents.  Even though I played the sports with everyone I was never any
good and did not enjoy them.  I was not fat but was a little chubby
compared to everyone else.  And even at that young age it was very apparent
that my cock was extremely small.  In adulthood my slave cock is only 3
inches when hard.  Master Richie jokes often about why bother chopping it
off as it's barely there.  I am grateful for that.  The only thing I had
going for me was I was a natural student.  I excelled and got great grades
even with very little effort.  I loved movies, watching tv and surfing
approved web sites.  My best friends growing up were Tommy, Richie, and
Joey.  The four of us hang out all the time.  Our parents knew that law of
averages at least one of us would be a slave for the rest of our lives.

By the time we were in Sixth grade the four of us were inseparable.  We
would get in minor trouble from time to time but never anything serious.
Even at that young age it was apparent that Richie was the leader of our
little group and I was probably the biggest follower of any of us.  When
Richie told me to do something or said we are going somewhere I went or did
it no questions asked.  At the time I had no idea that this would be the
fate for the rest of my life so it's almost like I was getting practice and
falling into the role I was destined for even before it was determined.  It
does go to show that there are naturally submissive men and men who are
just meant to lead and dominate.  Richie was one of them.  In Sixth Grade
and 12 years old he was already 5'5" inches tall, very slender and one of
the best athletes in our year.  Everyone admired him.  I had seen him in
the showers sometimes too and he had a huge cock or at least what I
considered huge at the time.  One time I thought he caught me staring but
he just smiled and never mentioned it.  That smile.  Oh I loved that smile.
They taught us all about boys and girls in school but we had no physical
contact with girls our own age ever.  For some reason that never bothered
me.  I realized I was more attracted to the other boys anyways.  When
Richie smiled I would melt and be butter in his hands to meld however he
wanted.  I am pretty sure he knew this also but he never took advantage of
it.  Now there were some bullies and other kids who did try to take
advantage but Richie was my protector and they all respected him so I was
left alone.  By this time I was an outcast and a loner among the kids my
own age.

Oh boy it's getting late and Master Richie's son will be home from school
soon.  He might need something from me so I better wrap it up.  The next
chapter will go over my last few free years and how they brought us into
phase 2 as Masters, Servants and slaves.  Again I realize this chapter did
not have much Authoritarian material but trust me future chapters will make
up for it.

As always I love feedback on the story.  It's good to know people are
actually reading it.  Always open to new ideas and where you think the
story should go.  Of course this story is total fiction but would have
loved to be one of the bottom 20 boys and made to be lifetime slave to a
young Master.  If you are a young dom in need of an older sub/slave lets
chat.  I am on Gay.com screen name sub4ltrwyngrdom if you want to chat or
email me at subchub4yngchsr@aol.com