Date: Mon, 4 Jan 2010 21:18:29 EST
From: subchub4yngchsr@aol.com
Subject: Second Decade - chapter 2

	So lets just recap quickly for those just joining the story.  The
year is 2016.  Back in 2013 the United States government passed into law
the Slavery act of 2013.  This stated that anyone guilty of committing a
crime no matter how minor can be enslaved for life.  I was a mid level
employee of a NYC company when I was apprehended by police for not filing
income tax returns years before.  I was taken in and shaved and trained to
be a slave.  I was sold at auction seven days later.  This is where we will
pick up the story.  I was sold to Jack Armstrong.  Mr. Armstrong was a
widower and had three boys ages 11, 14 and 16.  That was all I knew about
Mr. Armstrong at this point.  So lets continue now.

The Second Decade of the 21st Century -- Part 2

	I was handcuffed and shackled and a hood was placed over my head
with the only opening was breathing holes for my nose.  I was loaded into a
van and attached to a seat with a seatbelt locked in that I could not open
even if I could reach it.  As far as I knew I was off to the Armstrong
estate where I would be a slave for the rest of my life until I died or was
sold off to another owner.  The van left the slave processing facility.  It
felt like we were driving for hours.  When the van finally stopped I was
led out of the van attached to a leash.  I was mentally preparing myself to
meet my new young Masters.  I was led inside a building.  After that my
hood was removed.  I was surprised to find out I was not at my Master's
home.  I was at a slave weight loss facility in Vermont somewhere.
Apparently Mr. Armstrong wanted me in better shape before I was sent to
serve his sons.

	At the weight loss facility I was put on a strict protein only
diet.  In fact looking back this was the best food I would ever have as a
slave.  Once I reach my target weight it would be nothing but slave chow
and slave nutrient bars for the rest of my life unless my young Masters
would give me any table scraps.  I was forced to work out ten hours a day.
Yes that's not a mistype it was ten hours a day of cardio, weight training,
classes, hiking and more.  I had to be losing calories at a rapid pace.  In
one week I had lost 22 pounds and weighed 278.  I was told that I would not
be sent to my new home until I weighed 200 pounds.  The slave facility
guaranteed Mr. Armstrong they could have me at that weight in ten or less
weeks.  If they failed then they would refund Mr. Armstrong the hundred
thousand dollars he was paying for my stay there.  Five weeks into my stay
I was already down seventy pounds.  You never no how hard you can be worked
with the threat of a trainer with a whip with you all day.  It was a one to
one relationship at the weight facility.  My trainer was assigned to me
only until I reach my weight goal.  After nine weeks I looked nothing like
I did when I was brought to the facility naked, collared and hooded.  I was
now a lean mean slave machine.  I was 5'11'' and weighed a solid two
hundred pounds.  I was very toned but not overly muscular which was decided
on by Mr. Armstrong.  I thanked my trainer for helping me achieve this goal
and that Mr. Armstrong and my young Masters would be very proud of me.

	Once again I was cuffed, shackled and hooded and loaded into
another van.  I was told that it would be a nine hour drive to the
Armstrong estate in New Jersey.  It would be the longest van ride of my
life.  I could not move, I could not hear anything, no one talked to me or
asked if I needed to use a restroom along the way.  The driver and handler
made one stop along the way about half way there and they let me out of the
van to pee and shit.  As slavery was becoming more prevalent in the United
States, rest areas had slave facilities where you could leave your slave
with an attendant and come back and pick him up when you tell the attendant
to have him or her ready.  I was dropped off and the attendant was told not
to remove my hood or cuffs/shackles.  I was to be watered and fed slave
chow, allowed to go to the bathroom and then should be cleaned.  They would
pick me up in exactly one half hour.  I was put back in the van and we were
on the way to my new home for the rest of my life.  We arrived at the gate
to what I would later call the Armstrong estate.  The handler removed my
hood so I could see where we were.  The gate was opened by a naked slave
and we were led into the main entrance of the house.  At the entrance
waiting for me was Mr. Armstrong and his three sons.  The three I would
call Master for the rest of my days.

	Before we go on let me tell you a little bit about the Armstrong's.
In 2010 there were hundreds of billionaire's in the United States.  By the
year 2016 there were only 10.  Mr. Armstrong was one of them.  He came from
a very wealthy family and got a large inheritance when he turned 18 in
1996.  He invested his money wisely in real estate and computer tech
stocks.  He rode the wave up and sold off all his investments before the
markets crashed in 2000.  At this point he was personally worth over 2
billion dollars.  He started many companies over the next fifteen years and
continuously sold them for a profit.  As mentioned only 10 billionaires
still existed in the United States and Mr. Armstrong was around number 4 on
the list of richest men in America.  He was worth well over 50 billion
dollars.  Mr. Armstrong married his college sweetheart and it appeared they
would have a fairy tale life.  They had three kids together, all boys and
they were the perfect happy family.  One night in 2014 Mrs. Armstrong was
coming home from an event at their oldest son's school.  The limo she was
driving in was struck by a drunk truck driver.  Unfortunately
Mrs. Armstrong was killed instantly.  The driver of the limo was also
killed in the wreckage.  The drunk driver of the truck of course was not
hurt.  However he was charged with second degree murder and reckless
driving.  This carried an instant life sentence of slavery.  Mr. Armstrong
bought the truck driver at auction.  He had him castrated and his penis
removed.  He brought him back to the estate and was permanently attached to
the toiled in Mr. Armstrong's bathroom.  Till this day no one except the
slave that cleans the room has seen him again.  Mr. Armstrong has never
remarried.  He has the estate in NJ, owns a private island in the Caribbean
and has houses all over the world.  He owns over 250 slaves, in fact he
personally has no idea how many he actually owns.  He has house managers
that take care of that.  I was now to be added to the roster of slaves
owned by Mr. Armstrong.

	I was taken out of the van and greeted by Mr. Armstrong and his
personal slave.  That slave was known as number 1.  I would refer to him by
that name only.  I did not have a name yet as Mr. Armstrong's sons would
name me.  The three boys were there also.  Jon was the youngest son at 11
years old.  He was average height, had sandy blond hair and was wearing his
soccer uniform.  Jim was 14 years old and looked like a typical skater
teenager.  He had sagging shorts on and a tight t-shirt.  He was about 5'5
and skinny as a rail.  Brownish hair.  Jeremy was the oldest son and the
leader of the group.  He was almost six feet tall, had a surfers body and
tan.  He also had wavy blond hair and blue eyes.  If I was gay and I'm not
(well not yet apparently) he would be the dream of all dreams.  I was led
by leash over to Mr. Armstrong and he told the handler to hand over the
leash to number 1.  Number 1 would be showing me around the estate and
going over the rules and regulations for slaves at the compound.  You will
refer to me as Mr. Armstrong at all times.  My children shall be referred
to as Master John, Master James or Jim, and Master Jeremy.  Any faltering
of that protocol shall be met with swift punishment.  Any of their friends
that come over should be treated with the same respect and be referred to
as Sir or Madam.  Now go and kiss the feet of your Master's and then Number
1 will take over.  I got down on my hands and knees and crawled over to
where the three boy gods were standing.  I kissed each foot of the Masters
and thanked them for the privilege of doing so.  The youngest one John kind
of laughed and thought it was funny that a grown man was kissing his feet.

	Number 1 then started taking me on a tour of the estate.  The main
house was huge and I mean huge.  If I had to guess it was over 30,000
square feet of living space.  There were indoor pools and outdoor pools.  A
full court basketball court and two tennis courts in the expansive
backyard.  There was a skate ramp park also.  I figured that was for Master
James the middle son.  There were many little buildings on the property as
well.  The first place Number 1 showed me was one of those buildings.  It
was actually and infirmary for the slaves.  The head doctor was actually a
slave.  He had been charged with medicare fraud and was enslaved and bought
by Mr. Armstrong to be the head slave doctor on his estate.  Mr. Armstrong
felt the expense was worth it as he no longer needed to takes slaves to a
facility for any treatments.  The doctor removed my collar and replaced it
with one specially designed for Armstrong slaves.  It was explained to me
that it could be programmed to shock me for punishment, it also acted as a
sensor to keep me limited to certain areas in the house.  For instance my
normal setting would limit my movements to the children's wing of the
house.  The Master's would all have remotes that can control all aspect's
of the collar.  You can think of these collars like what people use for
their pets when they install an invisible fence.  Next the doctor made a
small incision on my left arm and a microchip was inserted into my skin.
This acted as a GPS like device if I ever tried to escape they could track
me down.

	Number 1 then took me to the slave quarters.  It was a large brick
building off to the side of the estate.  The house slaves and all the
maintenance slaves lived here.  There were beds for up to 100 slaves.  At
any time there were 50-100 slaves sleeping in here.  Number 1 did not stay
here as he had a closet sized room off of Mr. Armstrong's suite.  No beds
were assigned as you slept in any open bunk.  No slave had property so
there were no shelves or cubbies.  Number 1 told me he doubted I would be
here but if the Master's ever got tired of my service that they would send
me here as a punishment as it was a luxury for me to be staying in their
wing of the estate.  There would be a slave bed and a cage installed in
each Master's room and they would decide where I would sleep depending on
who needed me in the morning.  They also had a small punishment room they
could keep me in if no one wanted me that night.  Number 1 said I should be
begging them to stay in their luxurious rooms whenever possible.

	Next he took me into the main house.  Their was a center area of
the house that was used by all.  And then their was two distinct wings of
the house.  Mr. Armstrong's and then the children's side.  There were slave
maids, butlers and others roaming around all naked and collared.  I was not
shown Mr. Armstrong's wing of the house as Number 1 said I would never be
there.  In the main part of the house was the kitchen.  Two slave chefs
were on call at all times for and the kitchen was fully stocked with the
favorite foods of the Master's and their father.  There was a large dining
room for formal functions and an indoor pool area which I was told that
unless one of the Master's called for me in the pool I was never to enter
the pool area.  The pool area had a bar area with stools in the pool so the
children can order their food from the slave chefs and eat without getting
out of the pool.

	Number 1 then took me to the children's wing of the house.  It was
four stories.  The first floor was a common area for the kids.  It had a
sports court with a half court indoor basketball court, a mini theater with
seating for twenty of their friends, an arcade/play area that included tons
of video games, a pool table, air hockey, foosball, and a poker table.
Each of these rooms had there own slave who was fulltime in that room in
case the young Master's needed anything.  To show me how the collar's
worked, Number 1 called for the sports court slave to come to us in the
theater room.  When the slave reached near the outer limit of the room his
collar started beeping.  This was to warn him that he was nearing his space
limit.  However since Number 1 called him he knew he had no choice but to
go.  When he reached the perimeter of the Sports Court his collar shocked
him and as he tried to get closer to us, he was continually shocked until
he fell to the ground.  Slave handlers were there within ten seconds to
remove the court slave and have him replaced with a new slave immediately.
What happened to the shocked court slave well I never found out and he was
never seen on the estate again?  The rest of the first floor had a library,
and other rooms.  There was an elevator to go from floor to floor but no
one but the children and Mr. Armstrong was to ever use that.  The stairs
would be how I would get from floor to floor when called.

	Next I was taken to the other three floors.  Each of the children
has their own floor in the mansion.  They had carte blanche to design their
rooms however they wanted.  Jon the 11 year old had the second floor.
James the 14 yr old had the third floor and the eldest son Jeremy had the
third floor.  Before we went up to their floors Number 1 told me I would be
the only slave allowed in the children's floors of the Mansion.  The only
other slaves that go there are the cleaning maids.  They would continue to
do the normal day to day cleaning unless one of the Young Master's directed
me to clean something.  These three boys had the third richest man in the
world as their father.  That meant they did not know what the word no
meant.  Each had a black unlimited American Express card, a limo and other
cars and drivers at their disposal.  If they wanted to fly somewhere
Mr. Armstrong had a fleet of planes available at the local airport.  Slave
pilots and flight attendants were always available.  At any time one of the
Master's might want to fly somewhere to see a game or visit a friend and I
might be asked to accompany them.  The Master's had no limits and could do
with me whatever they wanted.  In fact if they wanted to modify my body in
any way Mr. Armstrong would probably let them.  Short of killing me they
had the ability and power to do as they please.  They would decide when and
if I would be fed and given a drink.  Bottom line was I was there for them
and nothing else mattered.

	Finally I was going up to the second floor.  This was Master Jon's
room.  And don't let the word room fool you, it was the full floor of their
wing and was huge.  In one corner there was a slave punishment room, slave
bathroom and slave sleeping quarters if they did not want me in their bed
or on my slave bed by their feet.  I was told this same set up was on each
floor.  The main living area of Master Jon had what every 11 year old would
dream of.  He had a wall of 10 52" LCD monitors each attached to a
different gaming system, cable, direct TV or other media outlets.  Master
Jon had bean bag chairs for himself and any number of friends he might have
over.  His bed was in the next room and was a huge extra large king bed
that was big enough for him and anyone who slept over.  There were more
tv's and other electronic equipment in his bed area.  His walk in closets
contained more clothes than I have ever seen in my life.  Apparently Master
Jon rarely liked to wear the same thing twice but liked to keep all his
clothes.  Master Jon's bathroom included a huge Jacuzzi tub and a large
walk in shower that at least 4 people could fit in.  Two vanity sinks and
all of the things you would expect to find in a young Master's bathroom.
There was some weird looking apparatus in the bathroom that I had no idea
what it was but it was in all three bathrooms.  I would later find out what
that was for.  There was another room that included multiple computers for
Master Jon to work on his school work.  I of course was warned never to be
on a computer.  The final room on this floor for Master Jon was an indoor
mini soccer field for Master and his friends to play soccer indoors.  Each
of the Master's had one special room like this on their floor.  At this
point I thought I was going to be going to the third and fourth floors but
such is the life of a slave that you never know what's going to happen
until it does.  You have no need to know anything that is going on that
does not effect your slave life.

	Number 1 played with some settings on a remote control and I felt
my collar beeping and it was being programmed.  Number 1 informed me for
the next week I would be limited to staying on the second floor and serving
Master Jon.  I would spend 1 week on each floor before I started serving
all three together.  Mr. Armstrong figured this would give the young
Master's each a chance to get used to using me.  Number 1 went to the
stairs and told me to follow him there.  I did and as I approached him my
collar started to beep.  I knew if I stepped any further I could get
shocked.  I stopped.  Number 1 said good the collar is working.  He told me
to go wait by the bean bag chairs and be laying on my back with my eyes
open.  I said yes Sir Number 1 thank you for showing me around.  Before I
knew it he was gone.  At this point I had no idea what time it was, what
day it was and how long would it be before Master Jon appears.  So here I
am naked and collared and lieing on the ground next to my Master's bean bag
chair.  I have no idea how much time passed but I heard the elevator stop
on this floor and small feet walking on the floor coming near me.  I did
not dare move out of fear of punishment.  When the youngest of my Masters
got next to me he looked down at me and started to laugh.  He thought it
was funny that a 35 year old would allow an 11 year old to do whatever he
wanted with him.  I was trying to figure out how the first week would go,
maybe Master Jon would be easy on me.  Well if I thought there was any
chance of that I was dead wrong.  Master Jon had just returned from his
traveling soccer practice and was sweaty and dirty.  He stepped over me and
straddled me.  He removed his Soccer Umbro's and was now wearing just
boxers on his bottoms.  He knelt down and placed his ass on my face and
told me welcome to my new home as my ass sniffer and started playing a
video game.  Wow how would the rest of the week go?  Well tune into the
next chapter coming soon to find out.

As always any feedback positive or negative is appreciated.  Chapter Three
will be out later this week and will recap my first week as slave to Master
Jon.  Subchub4yngchsr@aol.com