Rufus

Chapter 1.

The shadows had onlyjust begun to lengthen on the dusty courtyard as Rufus Thompson stood in the auction square, a man once proud and respected now reduced to desperation. His heart pounded in his chest, sweat beading on his brow as he tried to maintain some semblance of dignity.

"Next up, we have Rufus Thompson! 31, former high school teacher, now seeking a new life!" The auctioneer announced with a shrill voice that felt like a slap across Rufus's face.

Rufus was Slightly over 6 feet tall, with a fit and slim build, honed from years of teaching physical education and coaching sports teams. Dark hair framed his brown eyes, which still held a glimmer of hope despite the dire circumstances. As he stood before the crowd, naked and vulnerable, he clenched his fists tightly, nails digging into his palms.

"Alright, folks, let's start the bidding at a thousand dollars," the auctioneer declared, her eyes scanning the gathered spectators for any signs of interest.

"Ten thousand!" A female voice rang out, starting a flurry of bidding that made Rufus's stomach twist into knots. He couldn't believe this was happening to him -- how could his gambling addiction have led him to such utter degradation?

As the bids climbed higher, Rufus closed his eyes, trying to block out the reality of his situation. He focused on memories of better times -- laughter-filled classrooms, the camaraderie of his colleagues, and the simple joy of shaping young minds. But those days were gone now, replaced by an uncertain future filled with humiliation and servitude.

As the bidding crossed $100,000, everything started to slow down, ending in a battle between three women, then as the bidding crossed $120,000; two Women

"One hundred and twenty nine thousand!" one of the two remaining bidders called out, causing a hush to fall over the crowd. Her bidding rival just shook her head.

"Sold!" The auctioneer banged her gavel, sealing Rufus's fate. Rufus's heart dropped. He had not seen the Successful bidder yet, however he thought to himself, " Is this it? Do I really have no say at all? I can't believe that I am just chattle to be exchanged like a bookshelf." As the chains were fastened around his wrists, he fought the urge to scream in protest, instead he clenched his jaw and swallowed.

He could hear in the background, mingled with the sound of the crowd, the auctioneer saying, "next we have Marcus Davies, 22, a ......."

"Please," Rufus whispered, his voice barely audible amid the murmurs of the crowd and the fading cry of the auctioneer. "Please, let me keep some shred of dignity."

But as the woman who had purchased him approached, her eyes raking over his naked form with an unapologetic hunger, Rufus knew his pleas would remain unanswered.

"Sold." He could hear in the background followed by a distant tap of the auctioneers gavel.

He swallowed hard, his thoughts racing with a mix of dread and disbelief. How could his gambling problem have brought him so low, from respected high school teacher to naked object sold into slavery?

"So you are to be my families boy," the woman said, suited in a navy blue jacket over a white floral blouse and matching trousers with high heel boots, her voice warm and inviting. The matriarch stood tall and lean, her dark hair streaked with gray, her sharp features accentuated by piercing blue eyes that made no secret of openly apprasing every inch of his body. "I am your new Mistress. My name is Marina Martin."

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Now, in the aftermath of a crippling economic depression that had ravaged their society for several years, the cities were starting to recover, with factories and businesses reopening after years of abandonment. The period, known as 'the stilness' had lasted several years. During this time the remnants of legal and social systems had been eroded, individuals were forced into desperate measures to survive. Many sought refuge in any shelter they could find, even if it meant working for 2 dollars an hour for those who held power and resources.

Towards the end of the stillness, the government, at one stage had slightly more females than males, and with that slight majority, they enacted laws to bootstrap a gynarchy which resulted in males taking a backstep, and whether this was cause and effect, no one really knew, but 'the stillness' began to lift.

The gynarchical government ratified into law a new system of controlling males. Males were condemned to a life of slavery if they broke the law or fell into debt. They were allowed to sell themselves to get out of trouble. Mothers were allowed to sell their sons between the ages of 14 and 21 to gain instant wealth. This harsh reality did not extend to women or girls, but instead targeted only males over the age of 14.

Under the new system, males who were sentenced to slavery had their rights and freedoms stripped away. They were no longer considered individuals with autonomy but instead mere property that could be bought and sold. To those unfortunate enough to find themselves in this position, the rules were clear: they were to obey all females, regardless of age or social status.

Slaves were not allowed to wear any type of clothing, including shoes and hats, as a way to further dehumanise and weaken them.

Even the chastity device was prohibited, as this was also considered a form of concealment.

The only garments so to speak allowed were harness constructs of 3 straps or less, including collars, as long as they did not cover any of the reproductive organs and were less than 1 centimetre in width, and of course suntan lotion.

The current regime was so strict on this issue, that even the inclusion of sun-tan lotion is being "not" a garment took some fiery debate in Parliament before being ratified.

Pubic hair was also considered to be clothing, and therefore banned, resulting in the rule that all slaves were to be shaved below the neck.

The harsh reality of this system meant that enslaved men had no agency over their own bodies and desires. They were reduced to mere objects, existing solely for the pleasure and convenience of their female owners.

These 'progressive' slavery rules were only made legal 2 weeks before Rufus's sale, making male slaves at this point in time, still very rare and something people were not used to seeing in public.

Rufus, at the age of 31 had lost his money over a 3 month gambling spell. His creditors demanded payment, forcing him to surrender himself to the South West slave markets. The afternoon of the auction was nerve wracking, but succeeded in paying his debts, though sold into servitude to the Martin family, a mother with 3 daughters, living in a semi rural area of town close to the auction hall.

Within this economically collapsed realm, where beauty and brutality coexisted, society had been transformed into rich palette of paradoxes and moral incongruities. It was a world climbing out of the abyss of chaos, where the female reigned supreme and a small number of men were reduced to shadows of their former selves, forever stripped bare of their innate abilities to assert their dignity.

Rufus had to remain in his auction pen for 2 hours after being sold while the paperwork was being finalized, and the 'control chip' inserted subcutaneously into his right flank just above the pelvis. This chip allowed him to be traced at all times, and allowed any female the right to administer immediate mild to moderate punishments, but only those with the access code could administer a punishment beyond that.

In that time, he reflected on his new situation.

As conflicting emotions swirled within him -- fear, disgust, and even a hint of curiosity -- Rufus began to question his own beliefs and values in this new world where gender roles had been thrown in the air and completely rewritten. Was it truly a utopia for women or a repressive society disguised as progress?

After he was let out of the pen, reality hit him when he was not given anything to wear. He was to remain naked. He knew this would happen, but the reality of standing in the foyer, naked, waiting to be delivered was a shock. The guards led Rufus out of the auction house, and as the Martin estate was close, they chose to walk him to his new life. As they walked down the plush suburban streets in the early afternoon, the sun casting a warm glow, Rufus, naked and flanked by a guard on either side felt more humiliated and embarrassed than he could have possibly imagined in his previous life. He could feel the warm caress of the sun on his exposed body, the soft breeze on his skin in ways he had never experienced before, and the pavement on his bare feet felt warm and porous for the first time in his life. Even the feeling of an insect landing on his upper thigh and then re-landing on his abdomen reminded him just how exposed he was. As they entered the more residential areas with people in their front gardens and walking the streets, he felt a rush of shame when he noticed some women gasp in horror and shoot their hands to cover their mouths, while others openly stared at him, their jaws half open agahst in open shock and contempt. After he managed to shift his thoughts from his humiliation, he caught glimpses of opulent buildings and lavish gardens, a stark contrast to his own humble upbringing. He couldn't believe that he was going to serve in such a luxurious area, and that such a beautiful place existed.

He knew that only the wealthiest people could afford to buy and support a slave at the prices he saw.

His price of 129 thousand was in the middle range of the scale. He saw one well built young man sold for 650 thousand dollars, but saw several others go for 50 to 60 thousand.

Rufus's heart pounded in his chest as he was led to their opulent home, where he would now live and serve. Marina Martin, the 42-year-old matriarch of the family, stilll clad in her navy blue business suit greeted him on the porch with a friendly smile on her face.

"Welcome to your new life," she said, her voice warm and inviting.

As Rufus stood before Marina, he couldn't help but feel a sense of both fear and reassurance wash over him. He noticed her eyes slowly roaming over his body, from his feet to his head, clearly sizing him up.

But then something unexpected happened. Despite his horror of the whole situation, Rufus could feel himself becoming aroused as Marina's gaze lingered on him. He frantically tried to will himself not to react, repeating "stop stop go down go down stop!" in his head. But despite his efforts, his member continued to grow harder and harder until it stood at a solid angle of 45° in the air.

"Well, well. It seems you are not wholly unhappy about being here, boy," Marina said with a wide grin. Leaning forward, she gently cupped his balls with her right hand and began rocking them back and forth as she spoke. "We are not a cruel family here Mr. Rufus. If you behave yourself and do as you're told, you will have a good life with us. You will obey every female, regardless of her status or age." She paused what she was doing to emphasise a point by flicking his balls, making him flinch. "You do understand that every female from school age onwards is given, or soon will be given, a controller which is attached to her key-ring, giving her the power to administer a mild to moderate punishment to you." She smiled pleasantly as she spoke.She then moved her hand from his balls to encircle his shaft, slowly starting a back-and-forth pumping motion. "Those under 12 have it capped at 'mild', whereas after that age, this is adjusted up to 'moderate', should they choose. Just don't forget that every female out there has, or soon will have, a controller no more than 2 feet from her delicate, tiny little hands," she said as she smiled and continued her ministrations.

"Even now while this program is new, you don't know which females have a controller and which don't, so I would not take the risk of disobedience. And, oh yes," she continued pleasuring him, "I should mention that your owners, which are myself and my three daughters, will have the control code for your unique implant, and will therefore be able to administer a 'severe' punishment, which I highly recommend you do not experiment with, so it is even more imperative that you obey all members of the Martin family." She paused and gave him a pleasant smile while she continued to slide her hand up and down his erect shaft. "Like I said, we are not a cruel family nor are we sadistic, so I'm expecting the controller to be hardly used within this address... It's up to you."

She withdrew her hand from his erect shaft and switched to using her left hand, which gently traced her fingers over his lower abdomen in a light, barely perceivable touch. "So, learn this like it is a part of your soul: You will do as every female walking this earth commands, even if it is a 12 year old school girl walking home with her friends in tow."

She gave his balls another unpleasant flick, again to emphasise a point, "under no circumstances are you allowed to self-pleasure. That includes just touching yourself to obtain an erection, and of course you are never allowed to climax without permission. If a female is pleasuring you and you are about to ejaculate, you don't need to ask, as her actions are clearly the permission itself."

She gave his balls another flick, making him wince again, letting him know that this was an important issue.

With that, Marina removed her hand from Rufus's skin and turned to walk into the house. Without looking back at him, she said, "I'll introduce you to my three lovely daughters, who I'm sure will be very eager to meet you."

As Rufus followed Marina into the house, he couldn't help but marvel at the beautiful surroundings. The dwelling was a two-story solid brick farmhouse, with large windows that provided a stunning view of the property which spread out over 20 acres, including a man made lake and a gazebo overlooking it. The upper story was slightly smaller than the ground floor, giving the house a quaint and classical appearance.

Marina paid the guards a small portage fee, and they cheerily left the property to return to the auction house, ignoring Rufus, but wishing Marina well.

As he moved from the porch to the front door, Rufus could feel a cool breeze wash over his body giving him goosebumps, and he could feel his erection, unrestrained by clothing bounce with each step. This reminded him of his nudity and ultimately of the power differential between Marina and himself.