"What kind of people join your community then" I asked. I was sitting in the second story office in the Hill Country, Texas of tech investor and billionaire Isaac Noyes. It had been a well known secret online for years that Noyes had left Silicon Valley and taken up residence in rural Texas. People quickly figured out that he'd had some kind of well... for lack of a better word, compound built. A collection of modern homes around a few central buildings, all ringed in heavy fencing and tight security.
"Well Emma, I think I am only looking for the right kind of people," he said smiling, leaning back in his chair. "I've hand selected all those who come here but what I really look for is hunger — hunger to make the world a different place, hunger to reject the society that we are told to live in."
It took several follow-up questions before he got to what I was really asking, "What was this place?"
"We are a new type of society." He said, "It became clear to me a long time ago that there are two kinds of people in this world, Directors and Helpers. Directors get work done by making decisions, creating rules, and looking at the big picture. Helpers are there to work together and collaborate to do as they are asked. We've called them a lot of different things over the years: Alphas and betas, Masters and servants, Dominates and submissives. But I didn't think that any of those terms really fit.
"Now modern society has never really understood what calls some to oversee and some to serve, so I created my own. Here Directors may choose their Helpers and are given freedom to mold them mentally, physically, sexually — however they wish."
"That comes close to sounding like permission to abuse them?" I said, raising an eyebrow
"No, no, no," he said, waving his hands, "Abuse and harm is strictly forbidden. Part of why everyone here is hand selected and closely scrutinized is because we have no tolerance for real harm"
He went on to explain the details of his new society. Directors (who were mostly men) were allowed to choose their Helpers (mostly women). Directors mostly had jobs that allowed them to work remotely using The Farm's (his name for this compound) high speed fiber internet. A large portion of their income went to The Farm, "tithe" as Noyes called it. Helpers, on the other hand, took jobs around the community. They worked in the hydroponic greenhouses growing crops, they worked in the clinic as nurses, they were teachers and den minders to the children of The Farm. They also served on planning committees, operated the mailroom and library, and took turns with cleaning duties.
As I chatted with Noyes, it became clear that children were a key part of his vision for The Farm. Birth control was one of the few things strictly forbidden at The Farm (along with firearms, narcotics, and social media). It was Noyes vision that children should be brought into the world when nature called for it and that part of a female Helper's duty was to bare her Director's children. After six months "on the breast," as he called it, they would be taken into the care of the Den Mother who would oversee the collective growth and education of every child in The Farm.
"It is only through collective upbringing can we learn to live in harmony. The next generation will not need to be taught about Directors and Helpers, they will know which they are before they can read."
We spoke for almost two hours and I took extensive notes, this is the first interview Noyes had given since he began The Farm and he'd spared no detail, refused no question. I knew why though; this interview came at a heavy price. When I first reached out to him to request this interview, I didn't expect a response. I am a 23-year-old in her second year working for a major newspaper, but much to my shock he did respond.
He made the terms of this interview very clear; I would be allowed to ask anything I waned but I had to see the community first-hand — not as a visitor, but a member. He would only accept me if I agreed to live at The Farm, and become a full part of his new society, for one full year.
It had taken a lot of convincing to for my editor to allow me a one-year sabbatical so early in my career, but he agreed that this was a chance that shouldn't be missed. I promised him a full draft of not just an article, but a book on Noyes' idea when I returned.
"It's a pleasure to have you join our family." Noyes said, embracing me once we'd finished the interview. He offered me a clipboard full of paperwork, waving his hand and saying something about legal releases. "Here's what will happen next, I will take you down to the clinic for a full exam and but first..."
My eyes went wide as he began to unzip his pants.
"This is your test of loyalty to this place, take me into your mouth until I release my seed."
He was already half erect, the purple head of his member bobbing in the air.
"You can't be serious," I balked.
You agreed to do as you were asked, and I am asking you to suck my cock.
I took a deep breath and sank to my knees, grabbing hold of his cock. I ran my tongue up the underside and around the head as I took him into my mouth. He placed a gentle hand on the back of my head as I bobbed back and forth on his cock, moaning slightly.
I closed my eyes. I was ashamed of it at the time, but I felt myself becoming wet feeling his warm, pulsing cock slide down my throat.
After a few minutes, I felt his cock pulse and a flood of salty cum flood my mouth. I nearly gagged, but held my composure.
"Swallow" I heard him order, and I obeyed.
I opened my eyes and an stood as he shoved his cock back into his pants.
"Good," he said, "we will designate you a Helper."
"Is that really how you decide, after all that talk of science and behavior." I gawked.
He shot me a look that said, 'know your place' before answering.
"No, for each it is different, but had you been a Director then no power on earth could have made you kneel and pleasure me. But you took to it naturally, I think you maybe even enjoyed it."
"You will have a new name as a part of your new life. No longer Emma Margaret Hansson but.." he paused for a moment, thinking. "Lucina, after the Roman Goddess."
"Ok," I agreed, my mouth still full of the salty aftertaste of Noyes' cum.
"Good, I am pleased to welcome you Helper Lucina. Next I will take you down to the clinic and then we will find you a Director."
We left the central glass and steel building where Noyes' office was and walked down a small but well-kept pathway to another modern building nearby. There were a dozen or so building in this central area clustered around a small brick courtyard. To my right, Lake Ealy reflected the afternoon sun. Around the lake were scattered several hundred newly-built modern homes connected by neat pathways. A collection of greenhouses sparkled in the bright sun at one end of the lake and a small barnyard was noticeable at the other.
The clinic was like anything you'd expect to see at a major hospital, Noyes had clearly spared no expense in making every detail of this place modern. He introduced me to Dr. Weis, a kind looking man in his mid-sixties. Weis explained that he as the head Director and physician of The Farm, with a double board certification in Internal Medicine and Obstetrics/Gynecology. He was aided by a team of nurse Helpers, two of whom I noticed had round pregnant bellies under their scrubs. My mind briefly acknowledged the seemingly unavoidable fact that I may become pregnant while here, though at the time I couldn't even process the thought and so quickly ignored it.
He gave me a full physical exam, drew blood, and then a full pelvic exam. Afterwards, he gave me several pills to take immediately.
About an hour later I was proclaimed in excellent health.
I was returned to the main building, this time to a room on the first floor.
"This is the choosing ceremony," Noyes said, "normally there would be a new class of dozen or so new Helpers chosen alongside you but I've made an exception in your cases"
He motioned to a door to my left.
