Date: Sun, 3 Jan 2010 00:56:12 EST From: subchub4yngchsr@aol.com Subject: The Second Decade of the 21st Century - Chapter 1 I hope you all enjoy this new story. It will be a continuing story. I will try to post new chapters whenever possible. For those of you that read my previous stories, Young Master from DC and A great place to live, I have not given up on those stories but not sure when I will return to them. I have a bunch of new ideas in my head that I want to explore. As always all feedback is appreciated. You can email me at subchub4yngchsr@aol.com. Of course this is a work of fiction. All characters in the story are purely fictional. Any resemblance to a live person is purely coincidental. Enjoy the story. The Second Decade of the 21st Century - Part 1 The year is now 2016 and we are six years into the second decade of the 21st century. To understand the position I am in now I have to go back to the beginning of this story in approximately 2010. The world was in the middle of a worldwide depression. The United States especially was hard hit. Unemployment was at an all time high and growing steadily every month. High paying jobs were lost and there was no where for these executives to find other work. Any new jobs being created were low income government jobs or day labor type positions. If you had a job paying 100 grand or more you were praying every month that you would not be let go. And if you were let go, hopefully you would have enough savings or a severance package to last you until things turned around. At the time unemployment was around 15 percent of the adult population. By 2012 that was up to around 30 percent. The government was struggling with what to do. With the unemployment level at all time highs, tax revenues were down, and spending and lending was basically at a standstill. The lucky few who still had good jobs were saving their money and not spending. With the rate of bank failures in the country, a lot of people were storing their money under their mattresses. Crime rates were at an all time high and prisons were dangerously overcrowded. In the year 2013 the United States government passed two new laws. The president was hesitant to sign them into law but his advisors told him they had no other way to solve things at this time. Many countries around the world had instituted similar laws as well. The first one was the Voluntary indentured Servant act of 2013. This was for people who were out of work and voluntarily wanted to become indentured servants for a time period they choose. The minimum amount of time would be 5 years and a maximum of 15, but you could choose to extend your servitude if you wanted. Indentured servants were mostly used for menial labor jobs. They could not be abused or punished unless they faltered at their job. They could not be sexually used against their will. Indentured servants cost 25,000 dollars a year to buy and 15,000 that of that went to the state and 10,000 per year went to the indentured servant placed in a non-interest bearing account for them which would be turned over at the time their contract ended. In the first year over one million people signed up for the program. By 2016 their were ten million indentured servants in the United States. In 2015 the law was amended to allow indentured servants to be shipped overseas to work. The Chinese government bought the contract of 5 million Americans to work over there. The second law was the slavery act of 2013. Anyone accused of a crime no matter how petty could be turned over to the government to be auctioned off for lifetime slavery. This law eased the burden on jails and law enforcement officers because no one wanted to break any laws for fear that they would be placed into involuntary slavery for the rest of their life. By 2015 there was a slave class in the United States of over 1 million and around the world almost 10 percent of the world population was slaves. Slaves had no rights, whoever bought them could do whatever they wanted with them. Any money made from auctioning them off went into the governments general fund. By 2015 the United States had a budget surplus. Lifetime slaves sold for between one hundred thousand and two million dollars depending on the age and the looks of the slave. Slaves were bought by corporations, universities and wealthy individuals. Alright now onto my story. At the beginning of 2015 I turned 35. I am white five eleven and weigh about 300 pounds. Yes I was overweight. I had a great job with a big company and was not worried about losing my job anytime soon. I was not married, and had my own apartment on the upper west side. I worked in an office in New York City. Typical nine to five worker. So when I saw two men in suits go into my managers office I paid very little attention to it. A few minutes later my manager called me into his office. By the way my name is Mark. Mark these two men would like to talk to you for a few minutes. My manager walked out of his office and closed the door as he left. Mark our names our Mr. Jones and Mr. Smith and we are from the Federal Enslavement office tax division. At this point my heart began to sink because I knew what was coming. Mark are you aware that you did not file tax returns for the years 1999 through 2005. Of course this was a rhetorical question as they knew the answer was I had not. Well last year they decided to make it a criminal offense if you did not file tax returns or catch up during the amnesty period last year. We regret to inform you that as of this minute you are now property of the United States and you are scheduled to be sold at auction one week from today. The doors to my managers office opened again and two huge officers entered the room. Mark as of this moment I need you to hand over any personal belongings as they belong the government. We have already been to your apartment and taken anything of value to be auctioned off. Now it's time for you to strip naked. You have one minute or these two officers will assist you starting now. I was in a haze and could not believe this was happening. I quickly started to remove my clothes. I hesitated at taking off my boxer briefs but after looking at the two goons I quickly removed them and stood their totally naked. Before I could move, cuffs were placed on my wrists and my ankles were held together with a one foot chain limiting how far I could walk with each step. I was led out of the office where all my ex-coworkers saw me led out by the two officers and two suits. This was done as a show to try to warn others that they better not break any laws. So I now was taken to the NY slavery intake office which was located in upstate New York. There seemed to be a steady flow of slaves being attended to. I was placed in the new slave line. There were at least 50 slaves in front of me, but what choice did I have but to wait for my turn. When I got to the front of the line I was given a questionnaire to fill out and they decided I would be place in group B for training. I had a temporary collar attached to my neck which included a bar code that they could scan as I was sent to different stations in the facility. First I was brought to a communal bathroom where I was told to piss and shit because they had no idea when I would have that chance again to go to the bathroom. I quickly did my business and then was told that the B level slaves were second grade slaves that would be sold either as corporate slaves or personal slaves to rich Americans. A level slaves were almost always sold as sex slaves and C level and below were sold in lots for menial labor forces or taken out of the country. So after hearing that I was very happy to at least have made the B level. I was attached to a chain from the ceiling and was told to follow the orange line on the floor and stop at each station along the way. I followed the path and the first station I came to was the medical station. I was led by a slave to a table and was attached and immobilized from head to toe. A doctor in a white coat came in. He first drew some blood that was immediately tested and determined that I was clean and had no diseases. The doctor said it was good I was circumcised or he would have done it right there. The doctor told me that he would see me again after I had been sold and if my owner wanted any body modifications that he would be taking care of them. If I was lucky my new master would not want any but they could have my penis removed, my balls castrated or body parts amputated if they felt they were not necessary. He tells all the slaves about a company in Michigan that keeps the slave 24 hours on an assembly line so they have no need to walk so they have their legs amputated before they are shipped there. I was wondering if that was true or the doctor was just trying to scare me. I was removed from the table and told to go to the next station. The next stop looking like a big shower room. I was told to stand in the center of the room. A slave came in and placed a full covering over my head and it had an attached breathing apparatus so I would not suffocate. I was told that I was going to feel a light burning effect when the first spray hit me. I heard a beep and then the spray came from every direction and hit my entire body. Apparently it was a spray to remove all my hair. After the initial spray, I was doused with water to remove the hair. The process was completed three times to make sure no hair was left. The final fourth spray was a chemical that would prevent me from ever growing any hair below my neck. I was left covered in the spray for a half hour and then it was rinsed off. I felt even more naked now without any body hair. My small, yes under 4 inches hard cock felt even smaller now. I was told to continue on down the line. My next stop was the slave tattoo station. A bar code was tattooed on my left butt cheek and under my right arm and on the sole of my right foot. The bar code contained all the information about me and once I was sold my owner's information would be included in case I ever was lost or tried to escape. I was then told to go the final station. Here we were placed in chairs and told to wait until the room filled up. Once all fifty chairs were filled we were shown a video of slaves and how they were to act around free people. After this two hour video we were taken to our cages for the night. It was six days until we were to be sold. The lights were tunred off and we were told to sleep. I had fallen asleep right away as it had been a long day since I was taken that morning. Over the next six days we were trained in the proper ways of being a slave. The sitting and standing positions. Slave rest and so on. How to serve meals, and the different types of punishments we should expect if we were to mess up or not obey our Masters completely. No sexual training was provided as the state found that Masters or Mistresses liked untrained slaves in that area and that they would train the slaves to their likings. So it was now time for us to be auctioned off. First they would auction off the 10 A level slaves and then the 50 B level slaves that were due for sale that day. In the first hour the 10 A level slaves were sold for one to two million each. The B level slaves were now placed on podiums for display for the next two hours for potential bidders to appraise the merchandise. As an overweight slave I attracted probably the least amount of attention in the group. The first to look at me was a 50 yr old woman who was looking for a manslave to serve her needs. She took one look at my small cock and decided unless it was real cheap she probably would not bid on me. Two large accounting firms reviewed my profile as a potential office slave. They were impressed by my Excel skills and figured I could be an asset since they could work me around the clock and not pay any salary after paying for my fee to the state. A few older gentlemen looked at me as a potential houseboy. One Ivy league university thought they might be able to use me as a houseman for a secret fraternity on campus. A high end hotel from NYC reviewed me as a possible urinal slave for their lobby bathroom. Then there was Jack Armstrong who was a widower and very wealthy. He was 38 and had three sons ages 11, 14 and 16. He was thinking of using me as personal slave to his sons. He already had many slaves that served the household. Now that the boys were all over 11 he thought they should have their own property to use. Well the auction started and I was the last of the B slaves to be sold. There were still a lot of bidders in the audience. They started the bidding at one hundred thousand. Bye the time it got to five hundred thousand there were two bidders left. Mr Armstrong and one of the accounting firms. When it got to six hundred thousand the accounting firm backed out and I was sold to Mr. Armstrong and his family. I was taken to the back room. My bar code was scanned and Mr. Armstrongs information was attached as my new owner. Mr. Armstrong came to the back and spoke to one of the handlers to discuss anything else he wanted done before I was delivered to him. I was taken back into the tattoo room. Here a permanent collar was attached to my neck. I had ankle and wrist collars attached also so I could be shackled easily when required. Luckily no additional tattoos or other modifications were done right now. What I found out later was that Mr. Armstrong wanted to wait until I lost weight and then he would let his kids determine what they wanted done to me. He was going to give them free reign to do as they wanted. Chapter 2 -- I am delivered to the Armstrong mansion. I hope you are enjoying this story so far. The next chapter will contain a lot more action once I meet my new young Masters. If you have any feedback positive or negative please let me know at subchub4yngchsr@aol.com. Looking forward to hearing from anyone who has read this.