I need to know what people think. There are various aspects planned out. There are several cameos that should fill in the idea of the "Different Society". I don't want to pursue any longer (more than 2000 words) single strands. I'd like to try to produce a work like a jigsaw that gradually makes sense as it procededes. I think that working that way should allow readers to exercise their own imaginations as they read. (Pretentious? Moi?) Let me know. If members think the idea's not worth pursuing, I'll post it elsewhere.
OK, the idea is: I think I'm best at the short, thought provoking cameos that leave people wondering what happened next.
I like the idea that people will come up with their own ideas in that respect. Stories don't end - life goes on.
Here endeth the manifesto. What do you think?
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A DIFFERENT SOCIETY
Richard Under Assessment
He looked no different from any other youth who was under assessment. He was stripped down to a skimpy pair of yellow swimming briefs. His hands were tied behind him and hitched up into the small of his back by a rope around his neck. His only gag was a piece of duct tape over his mouth. Let’s face it: if he got it wrong over the next two days, he would end up in a dungeon over the summer holidays; if he got it right, he would be enslaved. But only for four weeks.
Any boy with an ounce of sense would rather be enslaved than be consigned naked to a dungeon.
The “system†encouraged a very low rate of juvenile delinquency. Minor misdemeanours were punished by an entire weekend’s detention at school or at a police station. Any failure to comply and there was no mercy. More extreme punishment would inevitably ensue.
Richard had simply forgotten to attend a detention.
There was no escape. The prefects, known as Corporals, were respected by most youngsters but dreaded by the miscreants. At the start of lunchtime on the last day of term the inevitable happened: Nick, the Head Corporal, tapped Richard on the shoulder.
If you’ve never seen a boy realise that the bottom had dropped out of his world, you should have seen Richard then.
He was taken to the changing rooms and told to strip down to his underpants. The problem, for him, was that Richard always went commando. He was tall for a fourteen year-old, slim and blonde. His physique was not particularly muscular but he was trim with reasonably defined pecs.
Once Richard was stripped with his hands trying to preserve his decency, Nick threw a pair of briefs to him. Yellow was not his choice of colour, neither was the style. Tears started to form in Richard’s eyes.
Richard was allowed a visit to the toilet and then bound and lightly gagged. A collar and lead was then attached to him and Nick walked him home.
Once he became a Senior Corporal, Nick’s parents knew that he would sometimes have to bring his work home. Indeed, all the adults in the community supported the discipline system.
Nick was a tall, bespectacled, mature-looking boy who was very popular but he was modest, shy and, for a seventeen year-old, should probably have been more aware that the girls really fancied him.
That prolonged Richard’s journey to Nick’s home as, every time he stopped to talk to the young ladies he encountered, Richard had to kneel down and wait until Nick was ready to proceed.
After Nick had introduced Richard to his parents, he took him out to the garden shed and reminded him about his situation. If he was perfectly obedient and submissive over the next two days, Nick would recommend him for a term of enslavement. Other than that, he could be slung in a dungeon at any time.
It was a period of assessment.
That evening Nick was going to a “Town†game and, in his current office, had to take Richard with him. The walk to the ground took even longer than usual due not only to the girls who waylaid Nick trying to get dates (one of whom succeeded for Monday) but also those who considered his blonde prisoner to be “cute beyond beliefâ€. Dressed as he was, Richard couldn’t really hide his natural reactions.
Once Nick had found his seat in the reserved section, the one for corporals where each seat had a space beside it where their charges could be knelt, seated cross legged, hog-tied or chained in place, he took his “Town†scarf and blindfolded Richard.
Nick passed the next 90 minutes (Plus half time) in an increasingly euphoric condition as his team stuffed the opposition 4 – 1.
After that Richard was led home by his corporal and left on his bedroom floor with his ankles bound.
So far his assessment was going OK. Nick was known to be fair but Richard didn’t know whether he’d be able to maintain his conduct over the whole weekend.
Shit! Why didn’t he attend his detention first time?
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