bred by squall

by uzumakixxx

Smutsmutsmutsmutsmut

12. ch12

My name was James Redman. I was a major member of the Male Independence Faction. My writings were read by thousands, my speeches attended by dozens. Up until we lost the right to vote, I led MIF's movement to keep futa from influencing their males. I did everything I could to undermine the tyranny of the Male Rape Enforcement Agency and futas in general. To them I was a Male Secessionist, but I was so much more. How could both males and women be free until we threw off the shackles of the futas? Absolute freedom from futas, there could be no compromise. The MREA was destroying the very fabric of society and I was leading the charge against them

I woke up at 8:30, another day of work. Another day of fighting oppression. My shower was cold, a cruel reminder that I had been unable to pay the heating bill.. I walked over to my computer and turned it on. My blog had twelve new messages.

"You stupid male. I'm going to hold you down and bind you!"

"I can tell you're a male because of how stupid you are."

On and on. I smirked to myself, I was getting the message out. I responded to them all, being as snarky as I possibly could. No futa was safe from my wit, it didn't matter what they called themselves, the third gender or futa, they were oppressive dickgirls, they had hijacked the world, and I was going to unload a truth bomb on them.

After my online diatribe I sighed. Futa had always been around, a third gender with strange properties. They looked like women with an above average penis. Their population was small, which was a good thing as their semen is highly addictive to males with extremely adverse effects to the male mind. Every exposure causes a male to zone out in a "haze" and after just a few months of continued exposure a male's mind would slow down and simplify, becoming in the most extreme cases, very stupid. The exposed male's digestive system would slowly lose the ability to process anything but a futa's semen. The final indignity? Her cum would make him emotionally dependent on her; she could treat him like garbage and he'd still love her. Their small population exploded about forty years ago. From less than one percent of the population to a full third. They formed an empire that spanned what the old world called "the West" and took the helm as the dominant gender.

I thought about all that for a little while before leaving my dingy apartment, walking down the stairs and checking my mail box. Bill, notice of payment due, bill, bill, urgent payment overdue, and junk mail. Being the hero of malekind didn't pay the bills after all. I stuffed the lot in the trash; they'd send them again.

It was a warm summer day, the sun was up, the birds were singing... and the street was crowded with dozens of naked males, collared and leashed.

I held back a guttural growl, my hopes for the day plummeted. I had forgotten. It was Goddess Day, the day that the futa celebrated the Goddess' "gift" of males to futas

I'd have to be careful. It was the number one day for futa-on-male rape. Even with all the willing naked males running around, an overexcited futa was still a dangerous thing. I tucked my head down and made my way across the road.

Before I was halfway across, a male wearing nothing but a leather collar approached me. With one hand, he idly played with his cock and a flower hung limp in the other. It was with no small amount of shame that I noticed that his cock was much bigger than mine, a side effect of the futacum.

"Hi I'm Billy!" He stood there smiling just staring, sweetly.

A futa behind him cleared her throat, "Billy, give him the flower!"

An innocent smile lit his face up as he passed the flower over to me. "Happy Goddess Day!" He merrily chirped as he offered me the flower.

My heart broke for the poor thing. How could he let this happen to himself? How could anyone think that this was OK? I looked at his mistress, she did this to him, her cum had eroded his mind.

He persisted, attempting to push the flower into my hands. Annoyance began to poison my well of sympathy. "Come on take the flower, it's pretty, see?" He pushed it into my face. His mistress laughed at that.

I tried to push him away but he persisted. I just wanted to get to work. I didn't need all this crap. "Please just leave me alone." I pleaded.

"Ha that's ok I want to give you a flower" He chirped, pushing the flower into my face.

I just couldn't take it anymore the poisoning was complete and before I knew what I was doing, I had hit the flower out of this hand.

"Get away from me you little freak!"

The snarl of my voice surprised me. I hadn't intended to lose my temper like that.

Terror blossomed in his face as he slowly backed away. With the grace of a startled kitten he bolted over to this mistress.

"Mistress, mistress he was mean to me!" He dove into her arms and buried his face in her breasts. She shot me an angry glance before turning back to him.

"There, there sweetie," she said as she petted his head, "He's just jealous that he's alone, he wishes he was bound like you!"

Billy sniffed, rubbing his head against her like a wounded puppy, "I didn't do anything wrong?"

She lifted his chin with one finger and gave him a big kiss, "Not at all. He's just a silly male that's all."

Billy giggled, a pure and childlike laugh, "Yeah! He's so silly."

She laughed along with him. "You hungry honey?" He nodded, letting out a gurgling giggle, With that she lifted up her skirt revealing her cock. "Eat up sweetie!" He fell to his knees and licked her shaft to tip before swallowing as much as he could. I turned my head in disgust as I walked away. Males like him were worse than futa, their willing submission made the whole thing possible.

Moving as fast as I could I ran through the city, ignoring the jeering catcalls of passing futa all the way, Ialmostgot all the way through town.

For about ten minutes I moved through town without even looking where I was going. All I could think about is avoiding anything dangerous. In my haste I bumped into another naked male. His eyes were glazed over and his whole shaved head was covered in cum.. He smiled, "Want some?" He asked as he scooped two fingers across his face and offered me a dollop.

I recoiled in horror. It might take more than skin contact to bind you but I didn't want to take any chances. I bolted.

Running past the cum hazed male I crossed the street and turned the corner. A confusing mix of revulsion and pity bloomed in me. That poor male looked so happy, and his eyes were so empty. It was like looking into the eyes of a druggie.

Futacum does that to you, it gets inside and for the next few hours you're zoned out. I prayed that would never happen to me. I valued my mind too much to let it get dragged down like that. I struggled to steady myself.

Rounding another corner I reached my street. The smell of cum scoured my nostrils.

I turned the corner and dashed into the nearest convenience store. The store was quiet, with only a few drunken customers ambling through. A sign on the wall proclaimed"No sex in the store." It was right next to the"No shirt , no shoes, no service."

I slumped against the wall and ran my hand over my face, letting out a sigh. After giving myself the time to calm down, I walked to the paper stand and picked out the Times. With the paper in my hand, I wandered over to the counter and was greeted by a very pregnant woman playing on her phone. Around her neck hung an official imperial sigil, the female symbol made in blue steel. She was an Incubator: a woman with a rentable womb, open to any futa who could pay the hefty fees. I looked at her with a weary glance. That swollen belly had a one in three chance of growing up to be another futa oppressor.

"Just this." I said throwing the paper down. Not looking up from her phone she rang me up.

"Thanks, have a nice goddess day."

After a few seconds of me staring, she looked up. "What? This?" She said pointing to her necklace. "You got something to say?"

I just stared. I didn't want a repeat of outside, but it was hard.

She rolled her eyes. "No, no let me guess. I've given in to the tyranny?" Her voice was tinged with bored mockery. It almost sounded rehearsed. "A traitor to the old ways? A slut?"

She snorted her voice gaining a cynical edge. "Face it pal, we all got a bum deal." She laid a hand on her swollen belly, "This is all I got to do. They make sure I'm healthy, well fed and paid like a queen. All I got to do is spread my legs,' the fact of the matter is." She pointed at me, "I got it better than any male." She flicked her hand. "Now get out of here before you get me in trouble. Don't want to upset the customers, baby." She gave her belly an almost affectionate, idle rub.

Gathering up my paper I left the store and sat on a ,thankfully, cum free bench and looked at the paper while I waited for the bus.

"Goddess day celebration: Thousands of naked males run through the street, nude for the taking!"

I rolled my eyes. Out of all the things that could make the front page and their damn celebration made the cut. In the lower margin I saw what I was looking for:

"Imperial Parliament to vote on Male Protection Act this week: The Imperial Parliament is set to vote on a resolution that would bring any male bound to a futa under her legal guardianship. All three male MPs have been barred from voting as it would constitute a conflict of interest. "

I growled in fury. They weren't even pretending to hide their oppression of males anyone. I sat there, grumbling angrily at myself until the bus arrived. I climbed in and sat down. Two blocks and I was at my stop.

The MIF chapter house was a small office that looked and smelled like a converted laundromat. Walking through the door I was greeted by the secretary Terry .

"Hey James how you doing?" He said, not looking up from his screen.

" Ehh Pissed off, you hear about male MPs being barred from voting on the Male Protection Act?" Terry looked up at me.

"The fuck? First they make their votes only count for half and now this? "

I threw my arms up. "I know! it's crazy!"

Terry's tangled mop of hair jostled as he looked up. "Hey, we do have some good news. We got someone coming over, someone big!"

I looked at him, his cute grin chasing away the anger. "Oh yeah? Who?"

His eyes lit up. "Jason Miller."

My face twisted in disgust, the anger back in a moment.

Contrary to popular belief, MIF does not have a single agreed upon school of thought. Like me and Terry, there were the Male Secessionists who wanted to dismantle futa power. Then there were the far less radical Independent Males. These males were less interested in separation from futa and more interested in rights within a futa's world.

I hated them more than I hated futa. Any male who submitted anything whatsoever to futa was a gender traitor. And one traitor in particular earned the bulk of my hatred.

Jason Miller.

If I was a big fish in a small pond Jason was a whale in the ocean. Jason wasthespeaker for the independent males side, and one of the most recognised public faces of MIF. Hundreds of thousands read his writings and hundreds attended his speeches.

Terry waved his hand dismissively. "Dude, get over yourself. You're just jealous, I can see it all over your cute little face."

I shot him an angry glance. "Oh, shut up, I'd have book deals and speaking fees too, if I sold out."

Terry rolled his eyes, "Yeah, yeah. And I'd have a rich boyfriend if I was more of a slut."

I crossed the room and sat at my desk, "You are a slut."

He gasped theatrically, "Why I never!"

I sighed, "So why's he coming to our humble corner of nowhere?"

Terry looked back to his screen "Let's see here, uggh," Terry pinched the bridge of his nose. "We really need to get better computers, this piece of crap doesn't work for crap!"

I shrugged dramatically, "Hey, being the hero of malekind doesn't pay the bills." Terry tisked and gave me a knowing look.

"We're heroes now, are we?"

I raised my fist in a kingly manner, playing along with the well trodden script, "The greatest of heroes, the saviors of males everywhere." Terry shook his head and went back to his peice of crap.

After a few minutes of silence Terry piped in, "He'll be here at 3:30...stupid computer."

Three-thirty. I had two hours before the asshole invaded my space. Cringing, I looked over the day's agenda. Maybe I could leave before he showed up? No, I'd be lucky to get out by 5:00. This was going to be rough.

The day's work went by slower than normal. The anxiety of the impending visit hung heavy over my head. I spent more time than I should have staring at the ceiling.

Three-thirty came around and right at the change from 3:29 to 3:30, Jason Miller stepped into the office, the punctual asshoe. Jason's suit was an immaculate grey suit jacket, not a hair on his head was out of place. I absently ran my hand through my hair in a vain attempt to tame my mop.

He looked at me with the tacked on grin of a used car salesmen, "James Redman? Hi! I'm Jason, Jason Miller."

I choked back several vicious insults, waving at him. "So what can I do you for?"

Jason smiled "Well, I've been going from MIF chapterhouse to chapterhouse to gauge the atmosphere. With the Male Protection Act set to pass, we males have a good chance of getting some real rights."

My eyes bugged open. "Are you serious?" I asked, failing to fully hold back a snarl. "The so-called 'Male Protection Act' is nothing more than legalized slavery!"

Jason took on the condescending look of a teacher talking to a very stupid student. "You do know what happens when a futa cums inside a male, right? Once they get their cock in you," he snapped his fingers, "It's over. You're bound and that's that. All this law is going to do is ensure that every bound male has a home."

I let out a cynical laugh, "A home? Or an owner?."

He held his hands up in a placating gesture. A tacked on smile plastered on his face. "Please. I'm not here to argue, I just wanted to talk about a law that I think could really help us males-"

I cut him off "Get out of here! Your kind is worse than the futas."

He closed his eyes and exhaled. "Alright, I'll leave. Just remember, you had your chance to stand on the right side of history. Your kids will look at this moment in shame." And with that he turned on his heels and walked out the door.

Terry let out a pout as Jason left. "Did you have to chase him away? He could have bought us new computers."

I waved my hand at the door as if throwing away garbage, "We don't need that traitor's money."

Terry sighed and slid into his chair. "You're impossible."

"Hey we're heros remember?" I said. Terry smiled and rolled his eyes.

I was distracted for the rest of the day. Who was that asshole to come in here and discuss treason like that? Did he think that just because he had a freshly pressed suit a chiseled jaw, and a smile to die for, that he could just have whatever he wanted? No sir not on my watch.

It took me an extra hour to get my work done as a result. Fucking Jason; even when he wasn't around he ruined everything. First he psyched me out and kept me from working until he got here and then he made me so mad that I couldn't work. Jerk.

Finally at six, I finally got all the letters sent and all the calls made. By the time I was done everyone but Terry had left, I shutdown my computer and walked out the door,

"Don't forget to lock up," I warned him, "We were lucky last time."

Terry dismissively waved me off, "I got it, I got it." I smirked and walked out the door.

Back outside the festival was still in full swing. In fact, if anything the celebration had only gotten wilder; just across the street a whole row of males were being anally fucked, their moans rising above the din of the crowd. The futas fucking them were flush with joy.

My stomach rolled. How could those males just give themselves up in public like that? Unwanted desire began to blossom in my groin as the smell of their excess wafted over to me. I stormed off, doing my best to ignore my hardened dick.

The crowd was getting wilder. Everywhere I turned more males were serving futa. One corner I passed seemed like it was having a handjob contest, a bench was filled with cockfeeding males while their mistress ate real food, the males content to eat cum. It was madness, and my dick would not shut up.

My head swirling dark and troubled thoughts of futacock, I stumbled through town dodging the amorous groping of passing futa. The town stunk of cum and flowers, the smell was everywhere, It was a smell that stuck in your nostrils long after you passed the source.

As I approached my apartment building Billy stopped me with another flower in one hand and the basket in the other. "Happy Goddes Day!" He stopped when he saw who I was, letting loose a big dumb smile. "You're Silly Male!" He chortled. "Hi Silly Male!"

"What did I tell you last time freak? Get away from me! I want nothing to do with futas!"

His smile faltered slightly. "Silly Male that's silly, males are made for futas. That's what mistress told me!"

I knocked him back causing him to fall to the ground, drop the basket of flowers. "Get away from me!" I yelled.

Tears welled up in his eyes. "Mistress? Mistress!? Where are you?"

If I had been in a better mood I'd have felt bad for him. Unfortunately for him, I was angry at Jason, angry at futa, and -- most of all -- I was angry at my uncooperative dick. I looked at the doe eyed male, fury in my eyes.

"You pathetic piece of shit, you fall down and go running to your mistress?" I crushed the fallen basket on the ground.

He began to slowly scoot back. "Did I do something bad? Mistress says I'm a little silly sometimes."

I closed the gap. "I don't want your fucking flower, you little traitor, I've had it with all of you." I made a move to kick him but before I could I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"What do you think you're doing?" I angrily turned around to see who had touch me when my heart just about stopped beating. She was a MREA officer. Standing at nearly six feet tall, long blonde hair reaching her shoulders, the officer wore the standard MREA uniform that left her cock fully exposed.

"Why are you attacking this little cutie?" She asked in as she helped him up. I swallowed this was not good.

"Is he scaring you?" Her voice was soft, almost motherly.

"Yeah I don't know what I did bad." he whimpered, as he wiped the tears from his eyes.

The officer shook her head disapprovingly, "That's no way for males to behave." She cooed mockingly, "Lets see some ID." She held out her hand, palm up. Reluctantly, I handed her my ID. "Let's see here, James Redman, 26 years old, lives at 2234 Willoughby Lane Apartment 2C, cock size 6.4 inches. Not bad for a male." She smirked. She handed my ID back. "Alright you two, kiss and makeup."

Billy blushed as he fiddled with his hands. "I get to kiss him?"

The officer's lupine grin split her face, "That's right. and I get to watch," She reached down and began stroking her cock. 'Now be good boys and kiss." She said the last word like a like an annoyed babysitter.

Billy blushed as he edged towards me, his dick now fully erect.

He licked his lips, "Heiscute..."

The officer nodded in affirmation, speeding up her strokes. "Then you should kiss him!"

I turned to her, I could barely hear my own thoughts over the sound of my beating heart.

"Are you really making me do this?

She shrugged with her free hand. "You can always go to the pens." She motioned in the direction of the MREA Head Office. "I hear the new pens are really comfy."

I did my best to keep from trembling. This was getting scary. But if she was for real…

. "All I have to do is kiss him and you'll let me go?"

She shrugged with her free hand. "I'll let you know when to stop, now kiss." She growled.

I leaned in and kissed him, his mouth opening seemingly on instinct lett my tongue in. I let out an involuntary moan. his mouth tasted good.

The officer laughed, at that speeding up her strokes. "Jerk him off." She commanded breathily.

I broke my face away from Billy and snarled. "No way! you said I'll I had to do was kiss him." She let go of her cock and grabbed me, her surprisingly strong grip crushing my arm.

"Ok, pens it is." She began to pull me away from Billy, but before I got too far I grabbed his cock and began gently rubbing it. Billy let out a high pitched squeak.

The officer grinned and went back to pleasuring her cock. "Good boy."

Working hard to keep the indignity of it all from my mind, I started into Billy's blue eyes. They was a hazy quality to them, like looking at diamonds at the bottom of a bottle. They were beautiful, before I got the chance to really get a good look at them he came in for another kiss, this time his tongue danced its way into my mouth. The officer grunted in approval.

Billy's breath picked up as his cock began to twitch. Seeing my humiliation nearing its end, I gave his dick one last jerk and he came. His cum flowed into my hand, overflowing and dripping onto the ground.

As soon as I was done I stepped back and rubbed my hand against my pant leg. The officer motioned for Billy. "Want some food little guy?"

He smiled like a kid in a candy store and practically dove on to her cock. Her already over excited cock exploded almost immediately. Billy's cheeks bulged out every few seconds, his struggle to eat it all causing choking noises.

When she had finished she let him loose and he stood up. "Thank you officer! I can't wait to tell all my friends that I got to suck a MREA's cock!"

"Let's go find your mistress, huh?" She said as she ran her hand through his hair. She turned to me one last time.

"I'm going to give his mistress your information. Don't be surprised if she contacts you. She's within her rights to press charges.

I looked at her aghast. "Then what was the kissing about?"

She stifled a laugh, biting her lip. "I was horny."

And with that she led BIlly away. I rushed home and locked the door. I'd have to be more careful.

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I was woken up by my phone. Groggily I reached for it and looked at the ID. Terry was calling.

"What's up dude?" I croaked.

Terry sounded distracted. "Um, did you make any friends at the festival yesterday?"

For a brief moment I drew a blank, then it hit me. "Uh, well, I did run into a MREA officer after blowing up at a bound male."

"Did his name happen to be Billy?" He sounded more irritated than curious.

I cringed. "Why do you ask?"

"Well he's here, at the chapterhouse with his mistress." He drew in a breath "and a MREA officer. they want to talk to you."

I groaned, pinching my face "Shit does it look bad?"

"James, there's a MREA officer in a MIF chapter house. It doesn't get much worse. Get over here. Now." His voice brokered no disagreement.

"Be there as soon as I can." I sighed, another day fighting the good fight. I hung up and got out of bed. I quickly brushed my teeth and ran out the door. For once my mail box wasn't crammed with bills, a rare and fleeting sight indeed. The streets were much quieter now--a few futa walked their males but the revelry from yesterday was wrapped up.

Without all the drunken futa to dodge I made my way to the office in a few minutes. From the outside it looked like its normal crappy self, dirty weathered bricks, dusty windows and a slight sag. Same old building. With a sign I walked through the door.

The room was much more crowded than usual. The officer, Billy's owner, and Billy himself all sat across from me.

The officer looked me in the eyes, grinning like a gambler about to win big. Her cock was sprouting a rapidly growing erection. I did my best to look away. Yesterday's encounter was more than enough. Despite myself, my own dick warmed.

As soon as I was across the threshold Billy turned to me, "Hi Silly Male!" He waved cheerfully.

I awkwardly waved at him before looking at the officer.

"What are you doing here, officer?" I struggled to keep my voice steady.

She waved her hand at the futa standing next to Billy. "Ask Sandra, she's the one whose male you threatened."

I turned my gaze to her, she was of medium height and carried a healthy amount of fat. Her long blonde hair sat on her shoulders and her, admittedly, beautiful silk dress left just enough to the imagination as to almost be classy. "You're Sandra? What are you doing here?" I asked.

Billy gasped in genuine shock, "That's Mistress Sandra to you!" He pointed at me for emphasis.

Sandra lovingly petted Billy's head and smiled, "Billy, he's not my male, I'm not his mistress . He doesn't need to call me anything." Billy's head bowed under hand.

"Cute but that doesn't answer my question." I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Well," she said as she continued to peting Billy's head, "Officer Cornelia here's told me that you've threatened my male."

I shook my head, "No," I paused, making several false starts before continuing "I..I just.. I just… I just got a little stressed is all, I didn't mean to scare Billy."

Billy smiled "It's ok mistress, we kissed and made up!" Billy grabbed the hand Sandra had on his head with the the both of his, bouncing with excitement. "I love you mistress . It was almost cute seeing her stretch to accommodate his needy hops.

She pulled him into a warm embrace. "Come here, sweetie. He's lucky you're such a loving boy, huh?" Billy just giggled in response.

I struggled to contain myself, barely keeping myself from screaming. "You going to tell me why you're here or not?"

Sandra gave Billy a quick kiss on the cheek, "Go sit down sweetie." Billy ran over and sat next to Terry, both of whom looked exceptionally happy to be sitting next to such an attractive male. She turned back to me. "It is within my rights to press charges. You acted totally out of line. As cum addled as he is, it's inexcusable to treat him like you did. but" she held up a finger "Billy seems to like you, so I'll make you a deal." She crossed her arms. "I'll be out of town for the day and I need someone to watch the little moron. " Billy smiled sheepishly at that.

I stood there for a moment looking at the small crowd. Officer Cornelia's exposed cock looked painfully erect. It drew my gaze pulling my consciousness into it's musky strength. The smell making it's home in the deep recesses of my nostrils and stayed there.

She cleared her throat, making me jump. Had I really been staring at her cock? I snapped back into tentative eye contact. "After this I'm off the hook?" I stammered.

Sandra nodded. "That's right. All you need to do is watch him, make sure he doesn't get into too much trouble." Billy stretched over to Terry and gave him a kiss. Sandra smiled. "It looks like he's right at home. So we have a deal?"

I shrugged. "What choice do I have?'

"Babysit the cutiepie or the pens. Sounds like you have a choice to me." Officer Cornelia said, her cock standing strong.

I sighed. "All right, let's do this."

Sandra clapped her hands together. "Great!" She turned to Billy. "Remember sweetie these males are silly, don't take anything they say seriously ok?" Billy made a breathy huff in response, far more interested in Terry's hair. Sandra rolled her eyes. "Be good ok?" Billy continued to play with Terry's hair and nodded his assent. "OK, bye baby. I'll be back soon."

Billy jolted up, accidently pulling Terry's hair and eliciting a yelp. "Bye mistress!" Billy waved, trailing a small amount of Terry's hair onto the floor.

Sandra face reluctantly broke into a sympathetic smile. "Sorry, he gets excited." He voice grew motherly and warm. "Now BIlly, say you're sorry for hurting the nice male.

Billy looked at his hand and gaped. "Oh I'm so sorry. I didnt mean to hurt your pretty hair!" He leaned in and began to rain kisses on Terry's face.

Terry chuckled, pulling the enthusiastic male into an embrace, the kisses muffled but continuing. "Ok ok. I forgive you." He brushed his hand through Billy's hair gently playing with the tousled mess.

I sighed running my hand over my face. "Ok I agreed. Can you guys leave now?"

Sandra sighed. "Alright, I just hate to leave the little cutie alone."

Officer Cornelia stayed behind and looked around the office for a few minutes. Apparently finding what she was looking for she walked over to me. Towering at least a foot above me I was forced to look up at her.

Smiling, she said "You better not infect this sweet little thing with your propaganda. In fact while he's here you best be safe and stop all subversive activities." She smirked, cupping my chin in her hand.

I pulled back. That's what this was about. Right when malekind needed to get our voice out they saddle me with babysitting duty. "Let me guess. I do anything you don't like around him, and you send me to the pens."

Officer Cornelia nodded condescendingly. "You got it." And with that she turned on her heels, her massive cock swiveling to fly as she walked out the door.

I huffed and sat down at my desk. While sulking I looked at Billy. He was tangled up with Terry trading kisses. Terry would kiss his left cheek and Billy would kiss his right cheek, Back and forth.

"Terry, you know you're basically abusing a slave right?"

Terry just shrugged. "He seems to be enjoying it." he said, between kisses.

I leaned toward them. "Not like he has much of a choice. You know what futacum does to males. It turns us into happy little slaves."

Terry stopped the kissing and looked at me. Billy mewled in protest .

"Does that change the fact that he likes it? And besides, you heard them. We're not supposed to work. What else do we have to do?" He resumed the stupid game, Billy gurgling with delight.

Trying desperately to ignore my growing erection. I fled into pointless web surfing. I just couldn't get Cornelia out of my head.

For the next hour I just sat sulking at my computer playing with icons, trying to ignore the two sluts playing on the couch. They finally seemed to have tired of their game and now just sat cuddling in silence.

I had highlighted all the icons on my desktop for what must have been the thousandth time. Suddenly I perked up. "You know. We could just file our taxes. In fact there's tons of things we can do that aren't directly MIF related."

Terry sighed. "Can't we have one day off? Just one?"

I smirked, finally happy to have a something to do. "Come on. Let's get to work."

Terry groaned and got up, pushing Billy aside. "Well let's get the busy work out of the way."

A sweet smile lit Billy's face. "Can I help?"

Before I could shoot him down Terry turned to him. "What can you do?"

Billy's excitement bubbled over, his whole body shaking in childish glee. "Oh I can lots of things! Mistress says I'm really good with my hands." He beamed with pride as he shared her questionable compliment.

Terry nodded with a false air of solemnity. "And do you have any other skills that would be useful to us?" He asked, smirking

Bill's face lit up, somehow becoming even brighter, "I can be a Desk Boy!"

I cringed. Desk Boys, according to the MREA, are the fastest growing job for males in the empire. "Being a desk boy allows even the most cum addled of males to be useful to society."

Desk Boy is classified as "Light Clerical" work. Taking papers from desk to desk and small things like that. However that is not the most important thing a Desk Boy does, Desk Boys are the company blowjob dispensers.

"Absolutely not, having a Desk Boy at a MIF office would be a total betrayal of everything we believe in." I tried to keep calm--the idea stirred dark desire in my stomach.

"Please?" Terry and Billy sang in unison.

I looked to Terry. "Don't you care about his rights?" I pointed to Billy "Don't you care that you're abusing a slave? Treating him like a sex toy is wrong"

Billy shook his head. "I like having sex, I like making people happy." He smiled nervously. "I might haveta do what mistress tells me but she's nice. She rescued me."

The dark stirring in my gut churned growing stronger. "You want to be our Desk Boy? Wouldn't you rather just hang out?"

Billy's face took on a condescending tilt. "Silly Male! I'm always horny. This is how I like to hang out!" He looked to Terry,"And everyone keeps calling me cum add..ael.. cum add..Silly." He giggled and pointed at me. "You're even sillier than me if you don't know that!"

I sunk down in my chair. "Fine, do whatever you want."

For the first time since he started working here Terry actually seemed excited to work. He practically ran into his chair and got to work. "Desk Boy, I need a Desk Boy."

Billy obediently sauntered to Terry and crawled under his desk. Terry squirmed as Billy undid his pants. The sound of slurping blossomed into the air. Despite my efforts to admit it I had to acknowledge my jealousy.

"You are good at this." Terry moaned, as Billy continued to work. His comment was met with a muffled squeak in gratitude.

Terry curled around his desk and let out a long groan before slumping down. "That was fantastic. I can see why Sandra keeps you around."

"Miffpris Sanbra." Billy attempted to correct.

Terry just smirked and petted his head.

The day went on and I refused time and time again to "make use" of Billy. Finally as the day concluded Sandra and Officer Cornelia returned.

"Did you have fun baby?" Sandra asked, as Billy ran up to her.

Billy bounced with glee as he wrapped himself around her. "Yeah I got to be a Desk Boy. They said I did a really good job!"

Sandra brushed his hair and laughed. "Of course you did. You're the best."

Officer Cornelia looked at me, her cock blossoming into an erection. "A Desk Boy at MIF?" She tsked. "What about the plight of the males?"

I cringed, "He wanted to. He practically begged to."

Officer Cornelia smiled, "So he likes his life? Huh I thought you knew what's best for him."

I stood up. "Look I did it, I looked after him and didn't do anything bad. Can you please go now?"

Office Cornelia shrugged and turned around. "You ready to go Sandra?"

Sandra looked at Billy, "Want to go home, honey?"

Billy reached for her cock. "Yeah I want supper."

She pushed him down and lifted up her skirt. Billy sloppily suckled at her cock, the noise cascading across the dingy office. I tried my best to ignore the smacking sounds but my cock stood stiff in envy. Billy ran up and down her shaft, as her cock dripped in his saliva as precum filled his mouth. As Sandra came Billy greedily slurped down the viscous fluids.

Once she was finished she bid Billy to stand. He jumped up, cum spitting on the floor. "Ok Baby time to go. Say goodbye to the silly male."

"Bye Silly Male!." He cried facing me. "Bye Terry!" He said in Terry's direction

Corinella held up her hand. "Just a moment now. You didn't kiss them goodbye."

Terry's face light up. "Oh yeah!" He ran up to me and tried to plant a kiss on my lips. Cringing, I turned,and the cummy kiss fell on my checks. As the thick gunk touched my cheek I shuddered as an electric jolt flashed through my body. Both Cornelia and Sandra gently tugged on their crotches. To my surprise, the thought of the two futa enjoying the display sent shivers down my spine. When he was done kissing me he ran up to Terry and kissed him. Terry turned his head as well, he almost looked eager to lap up the cum.

Sandra laughed at that. "Terry, is it? If you ever come to reason and want a futa to worship,"she gripped her cock."I'm here. I'm sure Billy would love to have you as a more permanent playmate."

Terry blushed and played with the back of his neck. "Heh not going to get me that easy."

Before Billy could give his argument Sandra called him over. "Come on honey, time to go." Like an obedient puppy Billy padded off to her and left the building.

Officer Cornelia walked up to me, her breasts sashaying in time with her cock. "You did good. No complaints from Sandra, no bruises on the morons face..."

"You really think I'd hurt him?" I cut in.

"Careful it's rude to interrupt. Anyway like I was saying good job. Don't let me see you again. She leaned in and kissed my forehead. Her lips burning my skin the fire blazing down to my cock. "Although I expect we'll be meeting again. A male like you just can't help but to misbehave"

And with that she left.

With them gone I let out a sigh. Was any of this even worth it?

---

Somehow, I had survived yesterday. Sandra, Corinella, and Billy all tried to tempt me away from the cause and I stood firm in my convictions. It took everything I had but I was still a valiant defender of male freedom.

Like yesterday I was woken up by the ringing of my phone.

"Hey, James how ya doin? Did I wake you?" Terry's said breathily.

"It's okay. I had to get up to answer the phone anyway." I responded.

"Great...great!" Said Terry, missing the sarcasm "So anyway some uh.. stuff, heh, came up and I won't be able to come into work today."

I wasn't sure but I thought I heard someone else giggling. "And why is that?" I asked.

Terry out an obvious moan, sounded like he was enjoying himself. " Well you see. Just like that…."

"Just like what?" I asked getting annoyed.

"Huh ohhh, umm well it's just like this." Terry paused and I heard hurried whispers coming from the other side. When he came back Terry sounded much more controlled "Sandra called me up last night and asked if I could watch Billy while she was at work. So being the crafty MIF agent that I am, I thought that I could.uhh yeah...uhh influence Billy" I heard another round of hushed whispers before Terry came back. "Sorry about that. So yeah. Billy needs watching and I thought he could use a strong male role model. So I won't be in today."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm sure you were thinking about what's best for Billy. I'm sure you never thought with the wrong head in this decision." Venom tainted my words. Terry didn't seem to notice.

"You got it. See you tomorrow." And he hung up.

Did he really think I was so stupid? Well no matter I had things to do. I got out of bed and took a shower. Like always the hot water lasted just about as long as it took to start enjoying it. So for ten frigid minutes I stood in the cold spray, planning out my day. Without Terry the office work was basically a bust. It was just the two of us and frankly I needed the guy, despite his antics he really did help. So it was a chore day, I needed groceries anyway.

Jumping out of the freezing torrent, I made my way to the towel rack. Nothing. Fine, I'd just use yesterday's clothes to towel. Turns out that jeans make shitty towels. Who'da thunk it. So I left my apartment wet and annoyed. To top it all off my mailbox was full of bills. What a way to start the day.

I ignored the bills. I could stress out about them when I got home. The sun was up and things were getting back to normal. There were still a few Goddess Day decorations up but over all things were safe. The scent of flowers had gone the sickly sweet stench of a failed valentine. A few males scrubbed the streets clean of cum. I kept my head down and made my way to the bus stop. A quick ride latter and I was at the convenience store.

The same bored, pregnant shopkeeper sat behind the counter. I grabbed the few groceries I could afford to the dulcet sound of the Mary Tyler Moore Theme playing over the loudspeakers. Hopefully I would make it after all. After gathering up the weeks meager supplies I brought them to the counter. She sat there, not looking up. "Hello?" I called to her

She looked up from her phone. "Survive Goddess day?" She drawled, not even feigning interest.

"Yeah. I got away without spreading my legs." I said with a bit too much malice.

She rolled her eyes. "Like I said. We all get a bum deal." She lay her hand on her belly and, for a small moment she almost looked sad. "You just got out of it for another day. They'll get you eventually. They get us all. You can dam up the rivers, you can put down sandbags, you can even try to fight the tide, but in the end. Everyone gets rained on ." She shook her head and looked up at me. "That'll be 53.54."

I handed her my card and grabbed my groceries, I turned around and almost ran out the door. I didn't want to think about what she had said. Without a look back I headed out the door. Despite the small haul, the groceries filled three bags. It was an awkward thing to carry them out while trying to seen in control. I ignored the shopkeepers snorts.

Bags in hand I made my way to the bench by the bus stop and waited. The shopkeepers words stuck in my brain. Was I just King Cnut against a tide of futacum? Was this all pointless? For the first time in my life I really started to consider that.

"Why it's little James Redman! Are you behaving yourself?" Officier Cornelia's confident voice rang out. When I turned to look at her she was in her uniform and carrying a suitcase. "Need help carrying that bag? Looks heavy."

"Fuck off" I barked a little too strongly for my own good. "I'm not doing anything wrong right now. Can't you just leave me alone?"

Her laugh was almost musical. it was a shock to hear such a pretty sound coming from such a bitch.

"Not doing anything wrong rightnow? So you admit to doing illegal things... just not at this minute?"

I blanched. "You know what I meant. Now could you please go away?"

She shook her head. "You didn't answer my question. Do you need help with that? Even for a big strong male--" She giggled. "--it's not easy carrying so many bags. Let me help."

Without waiting for an answer she reached down and picked up one of my bags and sat down besides me. She rested it on her lap, covering her exposed cock. Luckily she wasn't hard, the bag's virginity was safe. My own cock twitched in its demi confines. Her cockwaspretty. I man she was a bitch but that doesn't mean that she can't have a cute cock.

When I realized the course of my thoughts I froze. She was getting to me. I refused to talk and she seemed fine with that, so we sat in awkward silence while we waited for the bus to come. When it finally did she got up and got in with me. That got some looks. An officer of the Male Rape Enforcement Agency helping a male with his groceries. Like a pervy Norman Rockwell.

I sunk into my chair. "Are you really going to carry them the whole way?"

Cornelia shrugged. "I'm on my break. Nothing else to do. Besides, I want to talk to you. I have something to show you." She patted her suitcase.

Somehow I managed to sink even further into my chair. "What's in there?"

Cornelia just smiled. I did my best to ignore her and studied the buses floor. The metal was a fascinating shade of grey.

When the long ride was finally over we got out of the bus and made our way to my apartment. At my door I stopped.

"Okay, here we are. You can go now."

She gasped in feigned shock. "And leave before helping you unload all these? No sir." And she stood firm, her cock following suit. "Just ignore her." Cornelia giggled, pointing downward with her chin. "She gets like that sometimes"

Tentatively I opened the door.

"Put them there." She walked over to the indicated spot and put the bag on the counter. I followed and turned to her." There,now could you please leave?"

She put the suitcase down and opened it. "Give this a look when you can. We're not as bad as you think we are. Without us things would be a lot worse." She turned on her heels and marched out the door without closing it.

As soon as she was gone I ran over and shut it myself. She was gone. I let out a sigh of relief and slouched to the floor. For a moment I just sat there, My boner reminding me of it's treasonous status.

"You're not helping." I said to my penis. After a moment of silence I got up and looked at the suitcase.

Inside was a stack of papers, all having to do with Billy. The top page was a MREA report. Billy had been abused. Horribly.

It was bad. Real bad. You hear about some of the horrible things people do, but it never gets any easier. No matter who's in control, humans are humans, and human evil is an ugly thing. At the top of the next page was a newspaper clipping.

'Billy (Last name redacted)rescuedfrom Fredia Belfast by Officer Cornelia Paulus in male abuse scandal!. " I read that again . That bitch had saved him? That tyrant had saved a male?

The bottom of the page was a therapy report describing Billy's recovery with before and after pictures. The 'before' could only called human in the strictest sense of the word. It looked like tenderized meat. The after was the happy idiot Billy last heard sucking off Terry.

The third paper was from an adoption ad for a male shelter "Billy given to the care of Saint Sarita's Male Shelter. He has been severely abused. Is seeking a good home. KINDNESS IS A MUST!

Multiple pictures of Billy in increasingly erotic poses filled the rest of the page.

The final paper was just a picture of Sandra and Billy outside the shelter. His lips wrapped around her cock. The words "Just Adopted" were sprawled across the bottom of the picture. Billy looked so trusting, so carefree, so happy. My cock hardened at the sight of Billy's loving mouth on Sandra's beautiful cock.

I put the papers back in the case and closed it. Damn. First Terry goes AWOL on me and then my cock won't shut up. I knew one thing at least. I needed to apologise to Billy. He might be many things but calling him a gender traitor was unfair.

---

I stood up and adjusted my pants. It was time to swallow my pride. I had an apology to make.

I put the perishables in the fridge, which didn't fill it up as much as you'd think. The life of a MIF agitant maybe be noble, but fill the fridge it does not.

I decided to skip the bus. I had a lot to think about anyway. The last remnants of the festival were gone, and the city seemed awfully grey without the flowers. The recent cleaning hadn'tmade the sidewalk look any newer. Old cement just has that faded color that never really goes away.

It took the better half of an hour but I finally made it to Terry's. Terry lived in a suite above a bar. By working part time as a waiter he gets to stay in the upper room for a somewhat affordable price.

I stepped into the bar and waved at the barkeep, she knew me. I never liked the fact that Terry lived above a futa bar but they seemed to keep their distance from him. He had a deal with the bartender and they all knew it. "Stay away or you don't get drunk." She waved me up and I climbed the stairs to Terry's room.

The door read "Terry's Love Den." I knocked, and I could hear rustling behind the door, as Terry's voice rose up.

"Dammit, where are my pants?" After some bumping about, a shirtless Terry poked his head out the door.

"James, hey! How ya doin?" He leaned out, looked down, and saw that he had forgotten to button his pants. Coughing, he pulled them up and fastened them tight.

"Hey Terry, is Billy still here? I need to talk to him."

A gurgling giggle came from behind Terry, almost on cue.

"Is that Silly Male?" With a pitter-patter of bare feet, a very naked Billy flung the door aside and tackled me, forcing me to the ground.

"Hi Silly Male! Guess what?" Billy asked, his childlike excitement bubbling forth, as he bounced with every word.

"Wh-what?" I wheezed.

"I got to have sex with Terry!" he declared, eyes lighting up with pure joy.

"You don't say? Never would have guessed." I looked at Terry at that. He winced back.

The sight of a naked, happy male was starting to draw the attention of more than a few drunken futa. A few of them started to idly play with their crotches.

"It was so fun!" Billy leaned down and kissed me. "Do we get to have sex now?"

"Not now. I actually want to talk, can we go inside, right now?" I tried to compose myself,

"Aww but I'm horny!" Billy groaned, his naked writhing confirming that fact.

I rolled my eyes at Terry, silently pleading for help, his face a wash of awkward embarrassment and barely contained laughter.

Terry just watched us for a bit, enjoying the spectacle before he finally piped in. "All right, come on, Billy! As soon as you do what Silly Male wants I'll fuck you again!" Terry cooed.

Billy jumped at the offer and ran inside with me and Terry just behind him. As soon as we were in, Terry shut the door and slammed the bolt down.

"Well that was close." I panted.

Terry nodded "So what're you doing here?"

I motioned toward the bouncing Billy standing in the corner. "I was unfair to him. I need to apologise. For real this time."

Terry looked at me and then at the giggling moron. "You were really harsh to the sweetie." He smiled. "I'll leave you two alone" He got up and went to his bedroom.

I signed. It's never easy to eat humble pie. I got up and walked across the room. "Hey Billy, I need to tell you something."

Those sweet doe eyes look up at me and smiled. "What's that SIlly Male?"

I smiled. The name was starting to grow on me. "Well I've been mean to you. Cornelia told me about what happened to you before Sandra.."

"Mistress Sandra." Billy corrected seriously.

I rolled my eyes. "Fine, Cornelia told me what happened to you beforeMistressSandra adopted you."

Billy's eyes drooped a bit, his fidgeting slowed. "I like Mistress Sandra, she's nice. I'm not afraid with her." He almost looked sad.

I leaned in and kissed his cheek. "I'm sorry I was so mean to you. I may not like what you represent, but I can't dislike you."

Billy leaned into me and kissed my lips. "Silly Male, I like you too!" He smiled, and I smiled back.

We locked eyes for a moment before I called Terry back in the room. "Hey man, I'm leaving. You can...go back to..yeah. Bye."

Terry smiled sheepishly. "See ya man."

I shot Billy one last look and waved. Billy, fully erect and bouncing excitedly, returned the gesture. "Bye Silly Male!"

This time I took the bus home. I'd thought enough for the day. By the time I got home it was late and I was tired. I went to sleep immediately.

#

I had forgotten to set my alarm and was woken up by the sun peeking through my shades.

I stared out at the sky thinking about yesterday. The memory of Billy's bouncing member got me hard, his tight muscles and happy, vacant eyes we just so cute. I indulged my boner and jerked off. Finishing up I was hit with a wave of post ejaculation guilt. Had I reallymasturbated to the thought of a bound male? What was wrong with me? I looked down at my traitorous cock and sighed. I got up and took a shower, washing away the shameful stain pasting my stomach. Before the ice cold water could fully batter my body into numbness I got out. Once again it fell to yesterday's dirty clothes to dry me off, and once again it really didn't work.

I left home and headed to the office. I'd gone too long without a real day of work and there was precious little time before the vote for the Male Protection Act.

The office door was locked. That was strange. Terry was supposed to have unlocked it.

I turned the lights on; Terry wasn't in.

I checked my phone, it was 10:43. I searched the office, all three rooms we empty.

My heart skipped a beat when I saw Terry's desk. The laptop was gone. So he had been here.

I called him. He answered on the fifth ring.

"Uhhh hey James, how's it going man!"

I struggled to contain my frustration. "Where are you? The office is empty. I need you."

Terry sounded out of breath as he responded. "Around, you know."

I groaned, "Are you fooling around with Billy again…"

"No!" Terry interrupted. "Actually it's good that you called. See I..I need some help."

I pinched the bridge of my nose. "What do you need?"

"Enough money to get a ticket for two out of the empire."

My mouth stretched out in what some might have called a smile. "Terry, what did you do?"

"Can you do it?"

I thought about it for a good long while before I just sighed. "Who'd you piss off?"

"No one. Don't worry about it. Will you please just help a friend in need?"

I rolled my eyes. "Not gonna tell me, are you?"

"No."

"Fine. You owe me though."

"Thanks!" And he hung up.

I walked across the office and opened up the payment program. I entered the amount and hovered over the 'confirm' button. After a few moments I clicked it. Terry had been paid half the remaining money our chapterhouse had.

After that, all I had the will to do was send out a few emails.

"We at MIF believe the so calledMale Protection Actis a lie and will only worsen our already encouraged oppression. Please call your MP and tell them to vote against it."

I sent that out to dozens of different newspapers before giving up and going home.

#

The next day I took and cold shower and let myself air dry, walking around my apartment, while I paced around listened to and the TV.

"Futa Lord is a historic movie. It will have the first non simulated binding. The actor formerly known as Wendell Philip (now Wendy) was fucked by singer Sara Vivaldi in her first acting role. Early critics are excited to see her powerhouse performance as the Futa Lord of old…

"In other news a bound male kidnapped from his mistresses has been returned. Billy Milton …"

I snapped my attention to the screen.

"A free male named Terry abducted Billy from his home and attempted to flee the Empire with MIF money. He was captured by the MREA and is being interrogated.

I ignored the screams of the viral video; I'd seen it before. They got Terry?

I got dressed and ran out. I needed to get to the MREA office. I needed to talk to Terry, I needed to talk to Cornelia, I needed to talk to SOMEONE.

I rushed across town and into the MREA office.

"Welcome to the Male Rape Enforcement Agency's regional office. Are you here to submit? The pens are always open to good boys, too."

The futa behind the desk smiled as if her offer was 100% genuine. I ignored her.

"Was a Terry Fil-"

She cut me off. "We take all males' last names when we bind them. There is a Terry newly bound. We're holding him while Sandra Milton talks to him. "

I could hear moaning from the back room. "Could I talk to them?"

She shook her head. "No. Sandra is talking with him. You can talk to the binding officer if you want."

I noded emphatically. "I'll talk to anyone."

"Good." purred a smooth, familiar voice from behind me. "I was hoping to talk to you."

I looked around and Cornelia stood strong and proud. "Your fellow conspirator Terry is going to be adopted by Sandra. Because of hermercyhe's avoiding years in the pens. Kidnapping is a serious crime."

As she said this Terry, naked but for a collar around his neck was led out of the back room, Sandra and Billy following. Cum was smeared all over Terry's face. "Hey, J-James," he mumbled. "I quit."

Sandra pet his head. "Good boy. You don't need to help naughty boys like that you'll be much happier with me and Billy."

"Yeah! Wait until you see my room, it's just for me! It's so comfy. 'cept I can share with you if you want." Billy said.

Cornelia took Sandra's hand. "Thanks for taking him. We really hate to have males alone in pens. They get so sad without a friend."

Billy giggled when he heard that and wrapped his arms around Terry, licking the cum off his face "I can't wait to show you my bed! It has a lot of dildos by it," he whispered loudly, "You can fuck me all you want!"

Cornelia and Sandra both laughed as Billy dropped to his knees and started to mouth Terry's increasingly erect penis. He slurped and sucked and Terry smiled, reaction delayed as if he was feeling it three seconds delayed. His eyes looked grotesquely placid as his stupid smile grew larger and larger on his face.

He stared at Billy for a moment beforelooking up at me and whispering, "Worth it."

He came into Billy's face and hair.

"Hey, watch out!" Giggled Billy.

Terry just smile.

Sandra gave Terry a kiss on his cum-soaked cheek and wiped her mouth. "After all that excitement I think I could go again." She forced Terry to his knees and pressed his face against her cock. "Suck."

He opened his mouth like a baby at the tit and started sucking. Up and down he slurped and suckeled on Sandra's long cock. She started to thrust in and out as her beat increased. Terry seemed perfectly happy to sit and suck like his life depended on it.

After a few moments she thrust one last time, and came into his mouth. "Good boy, good boy, good boy…" She whispered, over and over again.

Cornelia checked her watch. "This is cute and all, but I need to get back to work. Bye, Billy."

"Bye!" Billy giggled.

I couldn't take it anymore, and I bolted. They had done it. They had taken my friend and ally and turned him into a slave.

No matter what they did to make the Billy's of the world happy, they still had to be stopped. It was time to get to work.

---

The day the Male Protection Act was passed I was sending out emails getting ready for our protest. I was in the office working on my working on the invitations. The vote was tomorrow and I had a lot of work to do. A protest to organize and a martyr to avenge.

I emailed every single MP with a boilerplate email about male oppression and sympathy. Then I sent a personal email to Davis Warwick the lead MIF MP in parliament. I told him who I was and that he even though he was barred from the vote I hoped that he would still find some way to get our voice onto the floor. After a day of work I went home and slept with dreams of captured friends and doomed missions.

#

The next day was the day of the vote. I was in the office watching the news. Ten minutes to the vote, five minutes to the vote.

Finally...

"We are here today vote on the Male Protection Act" Said the speaker. "This bill, if passed will provide strong protections for males everywhere by enforcing futa responsibility."

I scoffed.

"If males are not giving assurances of futa protection they might stray from our guidance. This, will prevent that." She smiled into the crowded hall.

For the next hour the votes of all the futa MPs came in. It was close. I sat at the edge of my seat watching them. The yeas and the nays came almost completely even.

"Hold on a moment!" A strong male voice rang across the room" I jumped. That was the voice of Davis Warwick one of the only three male MP's left "We need to vote too!" The two other MPs came in "We're willing to do whatever it takes to do it!"

The Speaker banged her gavel "We told you male's are biased we can't have that."

Davis shook his head "We need to cast our vote. And we'll do whatever it takes!"

The Speaker laughed "You suck my dick and you'll get a vote, same with all your little friends." She waved the gavel at the two other males."

He nodded and walked right up to the speaker and fell to his knees. "If that's what it takes that's what it takes. Nay!" And he took her cock out of its pants and started sucking.

The others did the same thing shouting "Nay!" as cock was shoved into their throats.

"Well...wow. With three more..wow v-votes it looks like a tie. And in the event of a tie the Speaker gets a vote. And I vote Yea! The Male Protection Act passes!" She grabbed Davis by the hair and violently came into his mouth.

I was aghast and turned off the TV. This could was crazy they tried so hard to protect us andstillthe act was passed. It was a tie! That should have meant that the bill would not be passed. Stupid Speaker. We still had a protest to make. Time to bring the protest right to the MREA

#

Emails poured in.

"I want in."

"When's the protest?"

For the first time in my career I was gaining traction. We had a major setback. But setbacks can be rallying cries, and MIF just got its alamo.

Over and over they came in. We were going to do this. I had done it.

After a flurry of emails in response I went home drunk on the possibilities..

#

The walk home was scary. Male slavery was legal now. Any futa who bound a male would be the legal guardian of that male forever. Futa looked scarier and tougher now. The leered from every corner. They knew what they could do.

"Hey cutie. You hear about the new law?" A futa call out to me. "You want to be mine?"

I ducked my head and kept moving to the sound of laughter. Walking down the road I saw "celebration," males grabbed from the street and used. Used sorely. On occasion I saw a futa take down a male and rape him. He screamed and they cheered.

And it was all legal. Something needed to be done

#

The day of the protest was here. I woke up and smiled grimly. It was my time to shine.

By the time I made my way to the MREA office a large crowd had formed. I inched past them and walked near the front near the office. More than once I heard signs the crowed was getting ready to leave. They needed a rallying cry.

With the crowd to my back I started chanting "Male Freedom Now!" To my back dozens of males started to chanting along with me. It was amazing, I was becoming the leader I had always wanted to be. I was going to make something of myself! The hero of malekind. With a newly acquired force at my back and our courage bolstered I stepped toward the very front of the crowd, where I saw him.

Jason Miller, my MIF rival, stood in front of the rally trying to calm everyone down. "Please listen everyone! The Male Protection Act might seem a bit harsh but it's for the best. There's no cure for futacum. Once you're hooked, you're hooked. All this law is going to do is ensure that bound males will have a home. It's just making futa take responsibility of the males they take. So please before it's too late just go home."

A few members of the crowd actually seemed to agree with him. Taking my spotlight was one thing but this was a betrayal of everything MIF stood for. I walked right up to him and stuck my finger in his face, "You gender traitor! We're fighting for our basic freedoms and you act like we can live with the futa."

He rolled his eyes, "What choice do we have?" Jason waved his hand toward the MREA office. "They have an entire legal order dedicated to raping us. All fighting will do is get you bound and thrown into the pens. But if we don't make too much of a scene with them we might get a few small rights out of it."

I was aghast. "Are you crazy? That's what they want. They're just using males like you to control us! We have a great crusade of freedom to fight."

Before he could respond a loud horn went off. It was Cornelia's voice "This unlawful gathering is at an end. Go home or be arrested." The crowd exploded, hundreds turned tail and ran as they were chased by MREA officers.

I turned to run as well before I heard his sneer, "What happened to your vaunted 'crusade'? I guess you're just a hateful coward." Without thinking I turned around and punched him in the face. He took the blow like it was nothing and quickly swung his own punch. We traded blows back and forth. He was not as strong as he looked. After a few weak jabs bounced off my face I landed a good one right on his chin, causing him to crumple to the ground.

I moved in to kick but before I could do any damage a hand fell on my shoulder and squeezed, hard. It was Cornelia. "That's no way to play with your male brothers. I should have guessed a violent secessionist like you would behave like that but I'm a little disappointed in your friend there. I thought he was better than that." An evil grin spread across her face. "You two would do well with sometime in the pens."

Jason looked up, "But I was good! Why do I need to be put in the pens?"

Her grin couldn't have been bigger. "You attended an illegal rally and fought in broad daylight. I'd hardly call that 'good.' Now get up." She prodded him with her foot and he reluctantly stood up. "Come on you two. Let's go inside." We slowly followed the officer into the building. I was taken by the MREA.

---

The MREA office was an elegant and high tech. Pillars covered in vertical video screens played images of males wearing skimpy outfits.

Cornelia forced James and I forward to the desk. The officer behind the front desk looked up from her paperwork. "Looks like you got these two just before the rush."

Cornelia laughed and slapped me on the back "Yeah these idiots were right at the door. I just walked them in." She pointed sympathetically at the futa behind the desk, "You'll be swamped for a while, we're getting a lot of them out there" She chuckled. "Good thing we get over time."

The desk officer let out a forced chuckle of her own, "Yeah I'm going to need it. Good thing I got this little guy to keep me company" She pet her desk boy.

Cornelia smiled "He behaving well?"

"Yeah you were right, they'll doanythingto get out of the pens."

"Glad to hear it I bet these guys will be begging to be desk boys in a few weeks." Cornelia mocked

"Ehh they look tougher, a month. I'll bet 50 bucks on that."

"You're on!"

"Excuse me!" I interrupted.

They both shot me a death stare and I shut up.

"Well let's get down to business." Said Cornelia as she forced us forward. You," she pointed to me, "step forward and tell the nice lady your name." I looked to the door planning on running and leaving the gender traitor with the futa he so wanted to appease. The officer must have read my body language because she grabbed me and forced me to the desk. "Don't even think about it."

The desk worker looked pleased as if she took pride in her work. "Name."

With Cornelia hand I my shoulder my fidgeting stopped. "James Redma-"

Before I could finish she held up her hand. "First name only. Once you're out of here and adopted you'll get your mistress's name. Until then you're just James." She gave a quick smile as she signed my name. Once she was done with that she looked up to Jason. "Name."

He scratched the back of his head, "Jason Mill... Just Jason." The officer looked at him approvingly, "Good boy, you learned from your friend"

After we were logged in the next two points of interest of the paperwork was our internment time and monetary affairs. Two years in the pens, a double sentence. One for assault, the other for attending an illegal rally.

"Ok James come here and give me your card." The desk futa deemed as if asking a child for his shiny rock.

I gave her my debit card and she swiped it.

"Oh baby so much debt. You hardly have any money of your own. Well don't you worry we'll take all that nasty debt go away. And that last little bit of money will just be your way of thanking us!"

The MREA paid my debts. For the first time in a decade my debt was gone. And my greatest enemy had paid it.

"Jason your turn. Let's see your card. "

Jason gave his hard and she swiped it. "Oh my, such a big donation! Thank you for giving so much money to the MREA."

For a brief moment it was as if I had won, then Cornelia pushed us forward. Our paperwork was finished, and James and I were lead into the back. The high tech facade fell away in favor or simple hallways. Other officers ran down the halls to the entrance. There were males to arrest and the MREA was like a kicked hornets' nest of rape.

We eventually we led to a room labeled "Binding Room". The room had what looked like a laundry chute and a sofa. "Take your clothes off and throw them down there. Then sit down." Cornelia ordered.

We took off our clothes and walked over to chute. It was not a laundry chute. It was an incinerator. "You want us to burn our clothes?" I asked.

She nodded "You won't be needing them anymore, now get rid of them and sit down. I'm getting impatient." Reluctantly I threw my clothes down the chute. Jason just stood there stunned for a minute before I nudged him. "Come on we don't want to get in anymore trouble than we already are."

He forced a grin. "I paid a month's salary for this suit. Pretty big waste, huh?" I shrugged. With a pained look he let his expensive suit drop into the abyss. After our clothes were no more we sat down.

She came up to us and started stroking her cock, a smile split her face. "Alright which of you two boys is going first?" Jason looked away, and for a moment the room was quiet. She tutted. "It's gotta be one of you. If I don't get a volunteer I'll just pick. You have to the count of five. One, Two, Three, Foooooour." She extended the four to an unbearable length.

Before she could say 'five' I raised my hand. "I'll do it. I'll go first." Her triumphant smile nearly split her skull. "Alright open up." I obeyed and her cock slid into my mouth.

"Don't bite, males who bite see the dentist." I did my best to heed her words as I concentrated on her cock. I ran my tongue along her shaft as she rammed herself into me again and again. The room filled with the wet suction sounds of fellatio, and the pleasurable moans of the officer. Saliva began to coat her cock as my drool mingled with her precum and pooled down my chin.

My traitorous cock stood rigid at attention ignoring my protests, Cornelia purred when she saw that. "Gooood boy" As she said that her thrusts sped up. Again and again she as she rammed herself into my mouth, the battering ram of her cock smashing into the back of my throat. One last time, blasting her life-changing seed into me. It purred down my throat and into my stomach. I felt a bulging as more and more of it flowed into me. I was bound.

Bound. I felt her cum slide into me and like a hammer in my guts I felt it tieing me to it forever. All that I had hope for. All that I ever wanted to be was now gone. I was a bound male, a cumslave, and worst of all, a traitor. I loved it. I knew it was the cum messing with my mind already but I was happy.

She pulled her member out of my mouth and turned to Jason. "You're next, sweety. " She looked like a queen in a kingdom of gold, tall proud and absolutely beautiful.

He blanched. "No, please I don't want to be bound."

She slapped him square in the face. "There's one word we don't allow males to say, and you just said it. Now open your mouth." His lips sealed shut and he shook his head. She gripped jaw and squeezed hard. "I said open up," she grunted. His mouth cracked open and she charged in. He let out a squeal of terror as she took her pleasure. She was rough and fierce as she pounded his mouth. "I'm disappointed in you. After reading your writing I'd expected you to be more obedient."

Tears ran down his face and even through the haze I felt sorry for him. He was an amazing writer. Just because he was more successful than me did not make him any less of a victim.

Cornelia looked at me frowned "You're not doing anything. Help him out." Obediently I licked her balls, gently caressing them with my tongue. Together Jason and I pleasured the officer, working together to do our new duty It felt right, making futa feel good. She moaned in pleasure as I suckled her balls.

She moaned again and not long after she came into his mouth, binding him, her cum flowing out of his mouth and all down his face onto the sofa.

Once she was done with Jason she stood up and led us through the facility. Jason's face was still smothered in cum and it dripped a little path as we walked down the halls. We were brought through several locked doors before coming to a huge room filled with small boxes, hundreds if not thousands of them. Each box contained two males, many of them writhing in sexual delight. After five minutes of walking through the room she stopped and opened one of the boxes up. "Ok get in you two."

I looked at her, "We don't get our own?"

She shook her head. As an evil grin split her face "New experimental policy. Two males per pen lets them be social and keeps them happy. Now get in." She gave me a little nudge towards the pen. I really didn't have much choice so I bent down and crawled into my new home. The box was 6 feet by 4 feet by 3 feet. It was a tight fit but I made it, Jason followed after a slight smack to the ass. Once he was inside the door was locked and we were left alone For a bit we struggled to find room and it took gettingveryclose to be comfortable (a relative term in the pens) at all.

My life in the pens had begun.

---

As soon as the door was shut Cornelia left us alone in our new home. We were crammed into the pen as tight as sardines. Jason and I were right next to each other with not even an inch of free space. Skin to skin we lay there. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.

"What now?" Asked Jason blearily

"We wait to be fed. Haven't you read what they do to males in the pens? "

Jason shook his head and I felt his chin rub against me. "No, I just read that they feed us through this gloryhole." He stuck his finger through the hole at the front of the pen.

"That's not a gloryhole," I said grimly, "It's a feeding hole."

"Oh. That makes sense." He said as he leaned back against the padded wall and sighed. He whipped the cum from his face and tentatively licked it. He recoiled at the taste, bumping me as he snapped his hand back.

"Watch it!" I snarled as he smeared cum and saliva on my face. I licked my lips and cleaned myself off.

The pen was surprisingly comfortable, despite the fact that it was a tight fit the padding was just right and the feeding hole was on a viewing window to the other pens. Soon, with nothing to do I drifted off to sleep.

I was woken up by a pounding on the top of our pen. "Breakfast. Who wants to eat now?" It was Cornelia stuck her dick through the feeding hole. We both just stared at it for a while before she started to count down. "Five, four three twoooooo, you boys know this is the only food you get right?"

We stared at the cock. I for one was pretty hungry.

"And one." And with that she pulled out and went to the next pen. The males there raced to be the first to suckle.

Me and Jason sat looking at each other. Without anything to do we just looked at each other. The males in the pens to the left and the right writhed in sexual delight. My cock got hard and almost brushed Jason's as it sprung up. "Sorry." I said as I adjusted myself.

Needless to say it was a little awkward.

Dinner came around and we spurned that too. Cornelia roller her eyes and interrupted the males playing some game on a wall mounted tablet computer with her cock. They cooed in delight and switched from last time. The male who ate last time let the other eat this time.

The next day I woke up feeling like crap. I was hungry, My arms and legs felt like I had been working out for hours yesterday. My balls felt like I had been sleeping on them all night and, I was almost deathly afraid of everything and nothing. It was the withdraw. I'd read about this.

"How do you feel? I asked Jason."

"The withdrawal is worse then I thought it would be." He wheezed. "You?"

"Same. I'm going to take the cock. Just this once You know? It will just be this one time."

Jason shook his head "We can't let them win. We can't let them beat us. I can't let them beatme."

I looked away from him. When Cornelia came around next, before she could even ask who wanted breakfast I dove on her cock.

"Oh good boy!" She cried as I went to work. Reluctantly, I suckled. My life was futacock now. Might as welltryto enjoy it. I leaned in all the way to the glass slurping away, getting precum, and saliva all over the glass. She started to hump my mouth through the feeding hole and laughed. "I knew you didn't have it in you to resist I knew it!" Her balls slapped against the glass and I had to close my eyes to keep from flinching as hammered close to my face. Eventually she came into me and left us alone.

I looked at Jason, "It's just this once." I assured him. "Just this once." I whispered to myself.

He shrugged as best he could.

The pens all around us still thrummed with activity. The males to our left were 69ing. The males to our right were engaged in anal. All the while me and Jason stared at each other with awkward boners When I tried to flip over I just kneed him him the groin,

"Gah watch it!" He wheezed "My balls hurt enough as it is."

"Sorry." I drolled groggily as the cum ran through my system. The withdrawal symptoms were gone and I was happy as can be.

Eventually Cornelia came back and banged on the roof "Dinner time. Jason?"

Jason shook his head "No."

Cornelia pounded on the roof. "You listen here male. You aremyresponsibility if you starve to death that's my fault. So," She jammed her cock in the pen."

Jason flinched back and shut his lips.

In a rage Cornelia unlock the pen and grabbed him "Stay!" She snarled pointing at me. I lay still as she pulled Jason out and fucked his ass. She rammed into him again and and again without thought to anyone's pleasure, Not hers and least of all Jason's. She was going to cum and she didn't care how. With a few more thrusts she came and sighed. And pulled out. "Don't make me do that again! I like to enjoy fucking." She threw him back in the pen and locked the door.

Jason lay in the pen crying for a good long while after that. "They didn't beat me. They didn't beat me." He said over and over again..

A blip sound to my left. A screen had turned on. It was our tablet device. "Don't worry! She was just scared for you. She's not really mad at you."

I typed back "Who is this?"

The username read Davey.

A banging from the pen across the hall drew my attention. As what must have been Davey waved at me. The tablet beeped again "Don't worry. She's nice. Once you get to be a good boy that is ;)"

Davey pen mate grabbed the tablet and typed "Davey likes cum!" Muffled laughing wafted across the hall.

Davey got control back and typed "Just do what they say. Once you do that this place gets really fun. This computer has a BUNCH of porn on it." Davey looked to be typing something else but was interrupted as his pen mate fucked him.

I reached up and rubbed Jason's shoulder "It's just this once. Right?"

He sniffed and nodded. "Just this once."

---

We we awoken by the familial pounding on the ceiling. "Breakfast! Eat up." As I ate I told myself it was the last time.

I hated how good it tasted. I licked my lips and cleaned of my chin, hating myself slurped it up.

As I finished up a chime at our screen sounded it was Davey. "Was breakfast yummy?"

I thought for a moment. Yeah it had tasted good. It was the most amazin... I shook my head. NO it hadn't. I was never going to eat cum again. I ignored the post and waited. Me and Jason did not talk much in those days.

Time went by.

An alarm sounded and the door to our pen popped open.

An officer came up to our pen. "Hello boys are you ready to get your exercise?"

Was this my chance? I get out for the exercise and make a run for it, maybe that would be it.

I got out and helped Jason crawl out. We followed this officer through the pens as males all over we being led out.

We finally made it to the yard. I was ready to bolt, as we crossed the door I made ready. The exercise yard was inside. No running for the trees.

So I made a new plan. I would train myself to run, to get as fit as possible. That way, when the time came I could bolt for real. Surely there would be a time to get out, right? I ran, after two hours we were led back to our pen.

Dinner arrived not long after.

I nudged Jason, "Last time right?'

He nodded "Last time." And fed from Cornelia's cock.

Davey chimed in again "Hey! You still there? I can see you. Is your tab broken?"

"Leave us alone."

" :( "

I didn't respond.

Jason looked at the screen. "I think you hurt his feelings." he said blearily through the cum.

"Did you see what he asked?"

Jason sniffled. "It did taste good. It was the best thing I've ever tasted."

I turned around, lightly brushing his erection with my flacid cock. Touching it through my cock giving me a rock hard erection of my own. "Stupid futacum" I lied to myself.

I fell asleep to the sound of Jason jerking off to some kind of porn on our screen.

I was woken up to the sound a banging on our pen. "Breakfast who's hungry?" It was Cornelia again. "Today I only have enough time for one feeding. So you'll have to share." SHe stuck her dick into the pen and laughed.

"Fuck you!" I snarled, surprised by my mallace.

"Oh baby I didn't know you liked my cum that much." She laughed.

I froze up before blurting out "It's not that. It's…"

Before I could finish Jason nudged me away and started suckling.

"Last time right?" I asked him.

"Fut uhp." He said through a mouthful of cock. He started slurping at the precum, laping at the ti and sliding down the shaft.

"Good boy!" Cornelia cooed. She thrust again and again into the pen while Jason eagerly slurped it up. She used his mouth like a fleshlight and from my perspective looked like a goddess taking her rightful pleasure from her creation.

Stupid futacum. I lied to myself.

Cornelia laughed and thrust one last time as she came into Jason's mouth, blorking out and running all over his face. "Ok you two. Share."

I licked the cum off of Jason's face cleaning the outside, while she swallowed the stuff in his mouth.

"Good boys. Only two weeks and already so well behaved!." And she left us alone.

So that is what life in the pens was like for the next week. And the next. Until it was time to exercise again.

When I got to the exercise yard Davey was being fucked by his pen mate, but as soon as they saw me the pen mate pulled out and walked up to me. His erect dick bobbed around as he came up to me and grabbed my arm.

"Davey wants to talk to you. Come talk to him!"

I sighed. He was right. I'd already learned this lesson with Billy and now… He tugged me and I followed.

I followed the penmate to Davey. "Davey?" I asked.

He looked up at me and smiled. "What do you want?"

"I just want to say that breakfast did taste good. I'm sorry it took me so long to tell…" Before I could finish he hugeed my leg and I fell onto the soft rubber floor He climbed up and started kissing my dick.

"What tasted good?" He licked my dick. "This sure does."

I laughed. Little idiot. I pushed Davey off of me and stood up.

I had laughed. I was in the worst place in the world and I had laughed, and for a small moment I was actually happy...What was wrong with me?

I started running around the track until my time was up and quickly went back to my pen.

---

I can't say how long I'd been there. There's no sunlight in the pens. Just the constant dimness of the fluorescent lights, broken up by scheduled "nap time." Even the exercise area was inside.

Time fell away. Somehow, I'd refrained from jerking off up until that point. Each second dragged on painfully as my erect cock taunted me. My weekly (daily?) runs were now slow painful walks.

On one walk my cock was especially painful. I tried to walk so my cock only bobbed a little. As it was, each step sent my dick jolting.

I lapped around and saw a maintenance worker was working on an emergency exit sign. She was eating a sandwich.

. I grimaced at that. I missed solid food. No matter what the MREA, the Temple, and basic science said, my bodywouldbe able to stomach non-cum food again. After all, the cum may have tasted good but it was how they controlled me, It's like, having your favorite food every day can get a little old. Right?

As I got closer I saw that the door was open, and he back was turned to it.

I did a lap. The worker was still engrossed in her sandwich. I did more and more laps, each circuit taking me a little closer to the door. I could smell the grass, it was newly cut, the sunlight pulling me like a tide.

After what must have been three laps, the worker finished her sandwich and started to put the wrapper in the trash next to her. She was playing a game, trying to throw it in the basket from five feet away.

With her back turned I took my chance and bolted.

I burst through the door and, for the first time in I don't know how long, felt grass beneath my feet.

Real grass! My toes flexed and pulled up a few blades as I ran, luxuriating in the texture of plant matter. I'd never see the inside of that pen again!

I jumped into the air, laughing for joy. The blue sky stretched out before me, ever onward, and my heart melted at that. I made it!

Sunlight kissed my face like a long forgotten lover. I was free!

I was free!

#

My back was on the ground and a pain blossomed in my throat.

"Gotcha."

Cornelia stood above me with her right arm outstretched. She had clotheslined me. "Did you really think you could get away that easy?"

I gasped for air, massaging my aching throat. I wasn't outside.

It was a room, with an artificial blue sky and a painted wall. The only real thing had been the grass.

I pulled up a tuft just staring at it.

"We do this test on you guys every now and then. EVERY TIME some dumb sucker falls for

it." The maintenance worker leaned against the door frame,grinning.

I looked at her doing my best to hold back tears, gripping the grass as if it could stop what was to come. It was over, it was over and I knew. Worst of all they knew I knew.

Cornelia smiled her terrifying lupine smile "Speaking ofsucker..." She shared a laugh with the worker as she started to stroke her cock.

She walked up to me and pulled me up, forcing me onto my knees. "Suck." She barked as she pressed her cock against my closed mouth.

"Suck!" She ordered, louder.

The tears flowing, I obeyed, letting Cornelia's cock slide into my mouth. I heard her let out a long quiet sigh as she slid into me. She started to rock back and forth, each thrust going a little deeper down my throat, until her balls brushed my chin.

"You talk a big game but I think this is where you really shine." Purred Cornelia.

With slow, powerful thrusts she had her way with me.

Her thrusts grew over eager, and I started to lose my balance, as the force of her nearly pushed me over.

"Proper posture, boy." The worker chided as she helped straighten my back. The two of them shared a smirking glance as I sat there with a cock down my throat.

Cornelia came, blasting her cum down my gullet. She sighed in relief, luxuriating in her victory.

With a slow languorous pull she withdrew from me, cum smearing all over my face.

"Get down." She ordered after a long moment. In the cotton fog of the Haze I obeyed, getting onto all fours. "You want a go?" She asked the worker.

"Hot damn. I was hoping you'd offer."

I felt a painful pressure against my asshole. Like a slow motion battering ram, she forced my sphincter open and smashed past the gates. Her massive cock hammered into my guts again and again.

And as she fucked me, I felt something that horrified me more than the rape itself:

I felt good.

My engorged prostate was stimulated with each thrust, and I felt a pleasure slowly build up within myself. I bit my lip and tried to hold it back, to no avail.

Like a damn breaking it all came out. A warm trickling blossomed in my cock and I felt myself go. Cum dribbled down my cock onto the grass just as the worker was finishing up with me.

"Ahh look!" Cornelia laughed with genuine mirth. "The little guy liked it!"

They both grinned like I was an overexcited puppy. Cornelia pet my ass and cooed encouragements at me. "There there, let it all out. That's a good boy."

She picked me up and kissed me as I oozed the last remnants of my orgasm over her uniform.

"Come on, let's get you to bed." She rubbed my face and scraped a stray strand of jizz out of my eye.

I was marched across the exercise hall, and every futa in the room seemed to look at me as I walked.

When we get to my pen she gently pushed me in, patting my back as I crawled in "Don't worry. You're not in trouble. You only did what we wanted you to do anyway." She leaned over and started to gently rub my head.

"Sorry I had to hit you. I don't like it when I have to hit you guys." She absently stroked my hair as she spoke "I didn't hurt you too bad did i?" When I didn't respond she forced a weak smile and shut the door "Get some sleep sweetie." She got up and walked away.

Once she was out of sight I let loose and bawled like a baby. I started jerking off, crying all the while. Jason tried to hug me from behind.

"Hey, it's ok. They always get what they want. You're not weak just...male. That's the way it is."

I ignored him. And I cried.

---

I took my next feeding without passion. Sucking joylessly, it was just what I had to do. As Jason talked to me about how much fun he was having I just nodded noncommittally.

In the small places of my heart I wished I could be like him. Just give up and enjoy it. But the wrongness of it all still ate at me. I wanted freedom, and I knew I'd never have it.

Things just went on, Jason yammered and our neighbor Davey pinged me on our panel I answered as tersely as I could with a "Yeah." or a "mhm."

"Feeding time, open up."

I took it, sucking like a bored hamster.

Jason nudged me. "Ever notice how good it tastes?"

His words fell on deaf ears as I just stared out into nothing while feeding.

As I started to suck, Cornelia looked happy as a clam, but as I worked her face slowly fell. When she finished she walked away, looking back and smiling sadly.

Jason nudged again me smiling stupidly.

I ignored him.

I don't know how long it was but after a time Cordelia opened the door

"Get out." She ordered.

We both moved to get out.

"Not you. Just him." She pointed at me.

I shrugged and got out by myself. Jason seemed sad, like a puppy who was refused a walk on a rainy day.

She walked me through the hall of pens, making sure I didn't trip as I plodded disinterestedly alongside her.

I was led into the office section of the facility. A few of the officers looked my way and for a moment I thought I saw genuine concern on a few stray faces. My gaze fell to the carpet.

Cornelia led me through the twisted corridors of the office until stopping at a door. A plaque on it read "Male Psychologist." She knocked and I heard a muffled "Come in.".

Cornelia opened the door and gently pushed me in. The room was fully furnished, a couch and chair sat in one corner while a desk lay towards the back. Sitting all the way in the back, touching the wall was a bed. My eyes were drawn to the futa sitting behind the desk. She was short, not just by futa standards but by male as well. Glasses rested on her face like a kindly professor.

"Is this the darling you told me about?" She asked.

Cornelia ruffled my hair and gently pushed me forward. "Yeah, this is the one."

The short futa stood up from her chair and walked over to me. She looked me straight in my face, her gaze intent on something she saw deep in my eyes.

"You did the fake escape thing on him didn't you?" She asked as she clicked her pen.

"Yeah," admitted Cornelia sheepishly.

"How many times have I told you guys? There's no point in torturing them!" She sighed. "And besides. They're already broken, the cum sees to that. The fake escape plan only makes them depressed."

Cornelia made to speak but was cut off.

"These little treasures are our wards, and when we treat them like this we fail them,." She cupped my chin. "Look at him, he doesn't even enjoy being here."

Cornelia looked from her to me. "I know. I'm sorry."

The Male-Psychologist shrugged. "Don't apologize to me. It's him you failed."

For the first time since I'd known her, Cornelia looked to be at a loss. "Uh, what?"

"Apologize to the sweetie. Let him know you mean it too."

Cornelia stumbled on her words.

" Um, I..I'm sorry I hurt you. I really mean it, if this is what the test did to you I wish I'd never done it."

The doctor waved at Cornelia and then turned to me. "Hello, I'm Doctor Fatima." She smiled. "What's your name?"

I looked down and shrugged.

She edged closer to me. "You know that when someone, especially a futa, tells you their name it's polite to tell them yours."

Cornelia nodded, "Hey now be polite and tell her your name."

Doctor Fatima gave her a sharp look and Cornelia took a step back.

The doctor inched closer still. "Come on. I read your file. You were doing well. Youlikeobeying futa. Just give me this small thing. I'm not asking you anything horrible. Just tell me your name. I promise." She brushed my thigh, "You'll like it."

I hadn't broken eye contact with her. My cock was warming as her hand crawled towards it. "My name is James."

"Good boy. See? You like obeying. I'll bet deep down youwantto be a good boy."

My eyes fell down to the floor.

"Now, now look at me." She pulled my chin up, smirking. "Do you want to play a game?"

I shrugged, I could feel the cum pulling at me to submit. Like falling asleep in a warm bath.

"Weeellll?" She asked

Old prides warred within me I wanted so harder to just say 'No", before I knew what was happening I blurted out "Yes."

She smiled beatifically. "Stand up."

Slowly, I did.

"Walk over to my desk."

I did.

"Bring me my drink."

I picked up her can of pop and brought it to her.

"Thank you, you can sit now."

I did.

She smiled as she took it and drank "I'd like to ask you a few questions now."

I looked at her.

"Oh the game is done. It was to obey. You won!" She clapped in delight. "Fun right?" She winked at me.

As much as I hated it I had to admit, I did have fun. Maybe that was the start of the cum eating away my mind. But the simple game had been fun.

Doctor Fatima got up and walked over to her computer. "When can he see me next?' She asked Cornelia.

Cornelia looked from her to me. "Well when can you see him?"

Fatima smirked "Well tomorrow I wassupposedto have the day off but I guess I can come in for him. Around say three?"

Cornelia nodded. "That works!"

"Ok,see you then." Fatima sat down and typed into her computer.

Cornelia waved her goodbye and grabbed me. "Ok see you then. Thank you so much for this."

Fatima rolled her eyes and wove her away with playful urgency. "Get your plaything out of here."

Cornelia smiled sheepishly and led me out the door. She led me through the halls and back to the pens. "So you seemed to have fun."

I looked down.

Cornelia nudged me. "Think she'll be able to help you?"

I looked up at her. "I don't know."

Cornelia smiled and hugged me. "You're gonna be ok." She learned in and kissed me. Her slow, strong grip on me lessened and she pulled away. She opened my pen and sent me in.

Without making a noise I crawled into my pen and nuzzled in. Jason made to scoot away but I cuddled up to him, my erection brushing his thigh. "Hey."

Jason let out a breath. "Are you ok what are you doing?"

With my arms still around him I shrugged. "I don't know. I just want to cuddle with someone."

We sat in our pen, just holding each other.

The next day started like any other, we were fed and we waited. Me and Jason sat and cuddled. We didn't talk so much and just enjoy being near each other. It was nice.

I was snapped out of my sleepy cuddling by a pounding on the roof of our pen.

"Hey James, time to see Fatima. Up and at em', let's go." She opened the door and pulled me out. "Sorry to take him away," she said to Jason, "He needs to go talk to someone."

Jason just nodded and waved.

Cornelia waved back and closed the door. Then she led me back to trough now familiar halls until arriving at Fatima's office. The door was open and Fatima sat on her couch.

She looked up from her tablet device and waved for us to come in. "Alright let's get started. You two ready?"

"Yep we're ready." Cornelia said before I could respond.

Fatima gestured for us to sit down and looked back at her device. After a moment she turned to Cornelia. "So how's he doing?"

Cornelia reached out and grabbed my hand, "He seems to be doing better. When I came to get him he was cuddling with his penmate." She chuckled lightly. "It was really cute."

Fatima smiled at me, "Getting comfy huh?"

I looked at the carpet and kicked it as if there was an invisible stone. "Yeah." I mumbled, grinning slightly.

Fatima returned the smirk. She stared at me for a bit before adjusting her glasses "So tell me James, why are you finding it so hard to live here? Is your pen uncomfortable?"

I shook my head. In truth it was surprisingly comfortable. It was padded, when it was cold it was heated and when it was hot it was cooled, it had a tablet to talk to the other pens and look at porn, and it wasjustlong enough to lay down in.

Fatima nodded, "Does the cum taste icky?" She made a comical face of disgust.

Again I shook my head.

"So you like the taste of our cum?" She asked.

I didn't respond.

"Well?" Asked Fatima.

I looked down.

"Say it," pressed Fatima.

"I love the taste of your cum." I blurted out.

"Awwwww!" said Cornelia, as if I was a puppy making its first teetering steps.

Fatima sat up straighter, adjusting her obvious erection. "So why are you unhappy then? Are we ugly?"

"You're all beautiful. But that's not it." I said.

"Then whatisit?"

Bolstering my courage I looked right at her, "You raped me. And the MREA rapes me everyday."

Fatima rolled her eyes, "How many times do they talk about this? Goddess.." She scooted forward. "Are you bound?"

I noded .

"So now no matter what, you need our cum, it doesn't matter how you got bound, you're bound and you need our cum."

"But…"

She cut me off again "You need it. Maybe you were raped, maybe you came willingly...it doesn't matter." She leaned in closer, "You're ours now. You belong to the Goddess, the sooner you accept that the sooner you'll be happy."

"I.."

She cut me off a third time, "You want to be happy right?"

I looked down, my bare feet curled into the red carpet.

My cock was hard.

Slowly, I gripped it and starting to stroke

"Yes," I whispered.

Fatima stood up and walked over to me, she leaned in and gave me a slow, all encompassing hug.

"I want you to be happy too."

I didn't see her approach, but Cornelia came up to us and wrapped her arms around me as well. "Me too."

Without really knowing why I reached around them and returned the hug.

We stayed like that, unmoving for a long while, the mingled scents of both Fatima and Cornelia wafted in my nose. After what must have been two or three minutes we broke the hug.

"Alright time to get going. We've wasted enough of the nice doctor's time."

Fatima waved the suggestion away, "Not at all. I think we made some good progress. Can he see me tomorrow?"

"You're willing to do that?" Asked Cornelia.

""No problem." Said Fatima.

They arranged my next appointment, and after they decided on a time Fatima recorded it on her tablet." See you then honey." She said looking at me.

Cornelia griped my arm and led me away. "See you tomorrow, Doc." She said as she closed the door behind her.

The halls were the same as they'd been the last two times I'd been through them. The officers we passed waved at me as moved.

As we entered pen stored I couldn't help but feel safe amongst the writhing forms of my fellow inhabitants.

As Cornelia opened my pen I actually looked forward to the warm tight box.

Jason looked at me expectantly. I scooped him up in an embrace.

Cornelia came for me the next day and brought me to Fatima. Jason mewled as I was taken from him. "Don't worry he's coming back."

Jason sniffed, " I know but...I hate being all alone in the pen. It's too big."

Cornelia squatted down and smiled at him. "You can talk to anyone you want on your Malechat So you won't be alone." She pointed to the tablet in our pen. "Until then." She closed the door and got up. "Come on let's go."

We made our way to Fatima's office and sat down. Fatima sat on her seat reading her tablet. "I'd like to ask some harder questions today is that alright?" She asked Cornelia.

Cornelia nodded "Ask away."

"He was in M.I.F right?" Fatima asked.

Cornelia nodded "We got him at the big protest. He actually led his chapterhouse, if you can believe it"

Fatima looked back to me. "So tell me James, what got you so miffed?" She smirked at her little play on words.

I shrugged, looking down again.

She tutted and pulled my chin up. "No honey we talked about this, Look at me."

Slowly I looked her in the eye.

"Good boy. Now answer my question?"

I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out.

"Come on you can do it." Encouraged Cornelia.

"I..I guess it was my father."

Fatima rolled her hand in an encouraging signal to continue.

"Well when mom left it was just me and him." I sighed. It had been a long time since I had even thought of this. "Well for awhile it was really good. Well that all changed when he met Dana." I stopped talking.

"Was this Dana a futa?" Asked Fatima.

"Yeah, she took him from me.." I sniffed. "Dad melted under her cum and became another person." I cringed just thinking about Dad's face all smeared in cum. "As soon as she entered our life Dad changed. She tried to be a mom to be but...but I never forgave her for what she did to Dad.

Doctor Fatima tutted. "Was your father happy?"

I cocked my head. "What?"

"Was your father happy?" She asked again.

"He loved it." I admitted after a moment.

"And Dana tried to take care of you?"

I just nodded.

She almost laughed out loud. "So what was the problem? Did she rape your father?"

I shook my head.

She smiled sweetly. "Your father was happy, she did her best to try and take care of you, and from the sound of it, it was all consensual. So why on earth would you rebel so harshly?"

I made to speak but she lay her finger across my lips and shushed me. "You rebelled because you were selfish. You saw your father change into the male the Goddess created him to be and wanted to keep yourself to yourself. Am I right?"

My eyes fell as I nodded.

"And now you're here, being changed into the male the Goddess wants you to be. Isn't that wonderful? Isn't itsomuch easier then fighting us every step of the way? You'll get to be as happy as your father." She beamed at me.

I didn't know what to say. My hands drifted to my lap where my rock hard cock met my fingers. My cock knew the truth. It made sense. I wanted it to make sense. I was sick of fighting, sick of the hate, and most of all I was sick of being unhappy. I was ready to be happy.

"You're right," I whispered.

She pat my head and tussled my hair. "Good boy, good boy!" She reached in and kissed me, deeply probing my mouth with her tongue. "Let's put you to work." She stood up and pulled her pants down revealing a large cock that belied her small stature.

Without having to be told I slid from the couch and got on my knees. Her cock grew hard as I sidled to it. I opened my mouth and accepted her cock. Using all that I had learned milking the cock that came to feed us I pleasured her.

Cornelia sat there fidgeting, her own erection ignored.

Fatima gripped my hair tight, almost to the point of pain as she rocked back and forth. "Ohhh see? You like it, you're happy!"

It was slow but soon I saw it,she was right, I was happy. I was. I show her I flicked my tongue along the length of her shaft and stained to take the whole length down my thought. I failed, she was much too long and her balls were still an inch or two from my face, but I tried. She moaned in satisfaction at my attempts.

As things went on she gradually took more and more control until she moved my head up and down without and direction from me. She had me. With one final thrust she came into me. My body rejoiced as the life saving fluid flowed into me. The cum overflowing out of my mouth and splattering all over me.

She stood for just a moment, luxuriating in the pleasure of it all before pulled out unceremoniously. "Ok then I think we're done here. This was a productive meeting. Don't you agree?" She looked at me.

I nodded, happily.

She returned the gesture and turned to Cornelia. "All he needed was an excuse to like and and," She snapped her fingers, "just like that the seeds of a good boy are planted." She stood up straight as she brushed a strand of hair out of her face.

Cornelia stood up, looking relieved.

"I think he'll be ok now. I would like a follow up session though, just to make sure he stays happy. But for now you can bring him to his pen." She pulled her pants up as she spoke.

"Thank you so much for helping him." Cornelia walked over to me and wiped a strand of cum from my face. She look me in the eyes. "Glad to finally see you on the good guy's team." She leaned in and kiss my forehead. "Come on. Let's get you home."

"Ok you two," chided Fatima, with a smirk.

Cornelia grinned and brought me up. With a final "Thank you." She led me out of the room and guided me through the halls and back into pen storage.. She led me to my pen, my home and opened the door. "Get in sweetie."

I obeyed.

---

The next day I awoke with the heated padding of my pen on my face. For a moment I lay there just enjoying the warmth before the day truly started.

As gently as I could I turned over on my back and looked at the ceiling. The lights had not yet been turned on so the room was nearly pitch black, the only real light coming from other pens' tablets displaying MREA approved porn.

For a moment I just lay there staring before I realized something. It wasalmostquiet. The pens eternally buzzed with the din of sexual activity, but this early in the morning as I lay there, for the first time, I was awake before the bulk of that started.

I let out a content sigh. Jason stired at my breath, letting out a small groan, and looked over to me.

"Sleep well?" I asked.

He rubbed his head against mine and nodded. "Yeah, still sleepy though."

I reached down and brushed his ever erect cock, with a idle hand I started caressing it.

Grunting in lazy approval he started to hump my hand.

"You like that?" I asked.

He just nodded..

Our pen become the whole world.

I slowly moved up and down the shaft with my hand while he humped away, with my head so close I nipped his earlobe. He squeaked and jumped, his thrusting interrupted.

"Not fair." He giggled.

I nipped him again as my hand made its way to his balls, tickling them before climbing back to the shaft once more.

We ground away at each other and time fell away. The only thing that mattered was him.

James' thrusts begin to quicken and as his pleasure built, my hand was unable to keep up and I just tightened around his cock. His body tensed and he grunted with a tight, sharp breath. A warm sensation blossomed in my palm as he came into my hands. He breathed out a sigh of relief and loosened up.

"Thank you. You need me to give you a turn?" He asked as if it was the simplest question in the world.

I brought my cum smeared hand to my mouth and cleaned it up with a swirl of my tongue, "Nah it's fine, I just wanted to give you a treat."

I reached around his chest and pulled him into a hug. Even in the darkness I could tell his cock was back to being hard. No erection stays gone for long in the pens.

We sat in warm silence, enjoying each other's company for a long while. I leaned in to kiss his neck and was interrupted by an officer starting the morning patrol. Her flashlight winked into our pen and she let out an audible "awww" and stood watching us cuddle before moving on. She stopped occasionally to watch one scene of homoerotic joy or another. Finally she reached the end of her patrol and flipped on the lights.

I squinted my eyes and groaned, "Ohh it's too early to turn on the lights."

Jason shrugged. "Yeah but they know what's best for us. Right?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I still wish they'd warn us. But I'm sure they have a good reason." I brushed the sleep from my eyes.

Jason flipped over like a lopsided sausage in a crooked pan and faced me. "So what do you want to do today?

I looked around our pen, stretched my feet to the wall and shrugged, "Wanna see who's on the Malechat?"

He nodded and reached for the screen. As his fingers neared it our pen grew several shades brighter.

"Let's see, is Davey on?" He asked merrily

With a flick of his wrist he scrolled down the list of names until he came to Davey's.

"Ok what should I say to him?" Asked Jason.

"Just say hi." I told him.

"Got it, play it cool." He winked at me, as best you can crapped right next to each other. "Ok let's see here. Uhh 'Hi Davey. How are you?"

We waited for a minute before our tablet chirped,"Hi guys! I'm great. Just got fucked by Sam."

Jason nodded and typed, "That's cool! We just fucked too!"

The tablet chirped almost right away, "Sweet! So he finally got out of the dumps then?"

Jason look back to me and smiled.

He turned back to the screen and typed "Yeah he's better!"

Behind his back I shrugged.

Davey pinged back "Sweet! Hey! Wanna fuck next exercise time?"

"You want in?" Jason asked turning back to look at me.

Before I could even think about it I reach over Jason's shoulder and typed "Sure!"

"Cool! See you guys then!"

Before Jason could type his goodbye, we were interrupted by a banging on the pen ceiling. "Breakfast time." said the Cornelia as she led her dick into our pen.

Me and Jason looked at each other. "You should take this one. I think it would be good for you." Said Jason.

Slowly, I reached for the cock and led it into my mouth, slowly I made my way to the edge of the pen as more and more of the cock went down my throat.

Cornelia let out a long contented moan, "Ohh goood booooy."

A wide smile grew on my cock filled face. It felt right to be complemented by her.

I started rocking back and forth, doing my best to bring her cock as deep into my gullet as I could. Every few bobs my chin would rap against the pen wall.

As I worked on her cock Jason started to run his hand up and down my ass. A devious grin cracked across his face and in a flash of movement he climbed on top of me. He reached over to the malechat and pressed the lube button and then before I knew it, he had lubed me up and stabbed into me with his own dick started fucking my ass.

Each time he humped me his head bumped into the padded roof of the pen. Cornelia laughed when she saw that. "Kinda cramped for a threesome isn't?"

Jason just giggled and kept thrusting away.

Cornelia chuckled and starting thrusting herself. In a matter of moments I was pinned between two ravenous cocks. I stopped my bobbing, I had neither the room nor the option to move. Jason hammered at me from behind and Cornelia from the front.

Cornelia leaned into the pen and laid her hands on the roof while her body pressed on the wall, Jason arhythmically pumped from behind, each hump creating a small bang as his head hit the ceiling.

As I was assaulted from both sides time slipped away, I lost all sense of self, there was nothing but the cock, filling me up. I can't say how long it was but Cornelia finally came, her life giving cum flowing into me. Jason still half heartedly humped away at me. It was clear he had already cum and was just enjoying the momentary relief from the constant erection we bound males have.

Cornelia pulled out, "Well then, I'll leave you two to play, hope you liked breakfast James!"

I nodded wearily, as any energy I gained from my nights sleep was drained by the anal assault. "Yes ma'am. Thank you ma'am."

She affectionately lay a hand on the glass, lingering for a precious moment, before moving on to the next pen and offering breakfast to Davey or his penmate.

I leaned my head up trying to look at Jason, "You almost done?"

He moaned like a kid waking up for school, "Just five more cums. I'm sure that's all I'll need."

I rolled my eyes and let him, He pulled out still hard but content. For about half an hour he humped away until he slip off with a contented sigh. "That's better. Thanks." He cuddled up to me like a cat looking for a warm place to nap and fell asleep.

I looked down to my own erection. "You going to help me with this?" I asked.

Jason answered with a snore.

I sighed and got to work.

Time moves strange in the pens, I knew it was later in the day but nothow muchlater. A buzzer sounded across the room and the doors popped open,

"Exercise time," A voice called out. "Come on boys. Up and at'em"

We obeyed automatically, crawling out and walking past the multitude of open pens. As we passed Davey he ran up to us, bouncing like a kid on christmas. "You remember right?"

Before I could respond Jason swept me into a one armed embrace and shouted "Yep! See you there!" With that out of the way he practically pushed me into the play area.

The play area was it's normal self. Loud and smelling vaguely of cum, with dozens of males all engaged in either exercise or some form of sex.

"Hey I'm gonna run a few laps while we wait for Davey and Sam ok?"

Jason smiled and nodded.

I shrugged and started my lap. The track was a lot longer than M.I.F propaganda would have you believe. It took a good minute before I lapped around. With each lap I did my best to avoid looking at the false exit.

When I was done running Jason was already intertwined with Davey and Sam. With nothing better to do I started over to them.

"Oh James! Could I talk to you for a bit?" I stopped as Cornelia call out to me. She sat on a bench waving me in.

Without having to think about it I crossed over to her. "Yes?"

She patted the bench with a single slap. "Sit down please."

Again I did not have to think about obeying her.

"So how are you feeling James? I saw on your Malechat log you said you were doing better. Was that true?"

I looked down at my feet. "I think so. I think I'm starting to like it here. It feels right somehow."

She let out a relieved sigh and pulled me into an embrace, my chin on her shoulder. "I'm glad to hear that. I really wanted you to see our heart for you." She was quiet for a long moment, her hand roaming up and down my thigh, absently stroking it like some pet.

"Remember when we first met? You were attacking Billy on Goddess Day. At first I thought you were pretty much worthless. But then I saw the real you." She leaned in and kissed the crown of my head. "I saw that your rebellion was not born out of hate, but out of a misguided love for males...and maybe a dash of selfishness You love males, don't you?"

I grabbed the hand she had on my thigh and tried to take it off of me but she was immovable., "I don't know. I feel like Doctor Fatima was right but…"

"But it came from a good place. A misguided place, but a good place nonetheless." She was quiet for a breath, "Fatima knows a lot about the male mind," She brushed my hair.

I shrugged but did not contest the point.

She sighed and went back to petting my thigh "You know what? I'm happy. When you were first processed I asked to be transferred to the pens. I went from hunting down criminals to being a glorified daycare supervisor. That's a pay cut. You know why?"

I shook my head.

"To take care of you. You've been my personal project for awhile now."

I looked up to her. "I don't know what to sa…"

She put a finger on my lips. "Thank you would be a start."

I looked at her, "Thank you?"

She smiled and snuggled up to me. We sat like that, Cornelia petting me, while I did not know what I was thinking. The warm air of the play area lulled me to heavy-lidded contentment.

At some point Davey disentangled himself from the orgy pile long enough to run over to us Cornelia just waved him away. He shrugged and nearly dove back into the horde.

Finally it was time to go back home. The chime that signaled the end of play time sounded and Cornelia let out a low groan of disappointment. "Shoot Well time to go back home honey." She hesitantly disentangled herself and started corralling stray males back the their homes.

I walked across the room and back into the familiar pen holding chamber. I looked around the hall, pens lined down as far as I could see. Itwasstarting to feel like home. I kicked the floor and kept moving. The pens were warm, they were safe, and they were home.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by the sound of bare feet slapping the floor, "Hey wait for me!" Jason howled as he lumbered down the way. "You missed it! It was so fun!" We stopped when we arrived at our pen.

I grabbed his arm and pulled into the open door of our pen. Once we were inside I grabbed the door through the feeding hole and shut the door.

---

Each day I sat with Doctor Fatima and discussed my mental affliction. Futaphobia she called it.

My mind was going. It had started out slow but was now accelerating.

"So, how have you been?" Doctor Fatima asked, gazing over her tablet.

I smiled. "Good! I got fed twice today."

"Wonderful!" She clapped.

I nodded. "Oh, and my pen is really comfy."

She smiled and jotted something down on her tablet. "Tell me more about the pens." She looked up at me encouragingly.

I looked down. "Well, I like how warm it is. I like that...umm, I like the malechat. It's really nice of you guys to give us that. And I never have to worry about going hungry."

I thought as hard as I could. "Oh yeah! And you guys make sure that all the porn on the malechat is really sexy!"

She adjusted her erection and marked something down on her tablet. "Very good."

I looked down to my own perpetually erect cock and started idly playing with it. "Yeah, I like it here."

A crooked smile cracked her face. "Really?"

I looked back up to her. "Yeah. I think the MREA is nice."

Fatima adjusted her dress. "How nice. What would you do to thank us?"

I spread my hands wide, "Anything you ask!"

She stood up and walked over to her desk, picking up a camera, "Actually, We're making a documentary about the dangers of radicalised males." She smirked. "We're calling itFaces of MIFand I think you'd be a great for it."

"What do I do?" I asked.

"Just tell the truth about the MIF. Tell us why the MREA is the better path. "

It made sense. MIF had never done me any good. It had been a dead end and the MREA had given me a home. The MREA had even helped me understand myself.

I nodded. "Okay".

That cruel smile returned. "Good. Now stay there."

She walked over to the closet and pulled out a camera. She brought it over to the center of the room and set it up on a tripod.

"Ok, now," she said, turning it on, " James, tell us why you love the MREA."

I looked to Cornelia and she smiled. "Go on, baby. This is important"

I took and breath and looked into the camera.

"Hello, citizens of the Empire. My name was James Red..men. " I struggled with my old name. It was alien to me now. "Now I'm just James."

I smiled. "When I was in MIF I thought that the MREA were mean. But now I see that they're nice." I looked around. "What do I say now?"

Doctor Fatima's smile melted my heart. "Tell us what you like about us."

I smiled and looked right into the camera. "I like being fed. Cum tastesreallygood. And the pens are super duper comfy, and also we get a Malechat to look at all the porn we want." I spread my legs so the camera could see my cock. "And my cock got really big, like REALLY BIG thanks to the cum!"

Fatima rolled her eyes, "Tell the camera how much you hate MIF."

I nodded. I did hate MIF.

"MIF wants males to not be happy. They want males to not have futa telling us how to be happy."

Doctor Fatima adjusted her dress and started slowly masturbating through the fabric. "What about the other boys? Do you like them?"

I lit up. "Yeah! Having a penmate is great! You get to fuck him whenever you want! And he fucks you whenever he wants. It's a lot of fun."

Fatima started to rub herself more vigorously. "Now say, 'Hooray for the MREA!'"

I looked right at the camera and puffed out my naked chest. "Hooray for the MREA!" I quirked my head. "Hey that rhymes!"

Doctor Fatima nodded and slowed her strokes in a more deliberate motion. She smiled and made eye contact with me. "You want to suck this, baby?"

I nodded vigorously. "Yeah, yeah!" I started bouncing up and down.

Fatima sashayed out of her dress, her skirt falling on the floor. She stepped out from her dress and walked over to me. Her erect cock bobbed in front of my face. "Say it again. Tell me you hate the MIF."

WIthout having to think about it or breaking eye contact with her cock, I told the truth. "I hate the MIF."

She ran a finger down her cock, from the tip to the base, and precum began to drool down her length. Every instinct I had told me that this was right, this was good.

"Tell me you love the MREA."

I didn't need to be told twice. "I love the MREA!"

Fatima pressed her cock against my lips, "Suck."

I opened my mouth and accepted the divine cock into my mouth. Doctor Fatima slid herself into me, rocking back and forth, slowly piercing deeper and deeper. She grabbed my hair, and with one final thrust her balls were on my chin.

She held me there for a moment, letting my throat adjust to her cock. "You're a good boy. You know that right?"

I tried to nod but her cock kept my head still.

After standing still for a moment she started humping me. With each thrust she gripped my hair tighter. "Good boy." She thrust again. "Good Boy."

I could hear Cornelia string in the distance, my eyes slid over to her to see her jerking off. As much as I could I smiled. I liked knowing that she felt good because of me.

Fatima pinched my nose, blocking my air. "Look at me."

I obeyed.

She held my nose, "You're weak. You know that right?"

I nodded

"And you know that the only way you can be of use is through our pleasure?"

Again I nodded. My chest was starting to tighten as my lungs burnt is airless flames.

She kept thrusting and spots started to dance in my eyes.

"Hey, let him breathe," Cornelia demanded.

Fatima waved a hand freeing my nose. "Better?"

My nose wheezed as air filled my lungs.

"Much," I heard her resume jerking off.

Her balls rubbed against my chin as she gently fucked my face. "Good boy." She thrust one final time and her cum jet down my mouth. She purred in delight.

She waited for a moment, letting every drop of her cum trickle down my throat. When she pulled only a small drop drolled past my lips.

Cornelia got up and walked over to me, while stroking herself. Fatima stepped aside and let Cornelia take her place. I tried to reach out for Cornelia's dick but Fatima shook her head.

"No... this is a baptism."

She returned to stroke herself, looking down at me. "As the first male emerged from the cum of the Goddess so to will all males return." And with that she came all over my face.

Her divine ejaculate washed over me and coated every nook and cranny of my face. "Now look into the camera and smile."

With the cum in my eyes I could not see the camera. I looked sightlessly around and faced slightly off.

Cornelia tutted and leaned down griped my chin, she gently guided my face to look into the camera.

I obeyed. Looking into the camera and giving a big smile. A dollop of cum dropped onto the floor and Fatima nodded. "And with that, the male is cured!"

She walked over to the camera and turned it off.

Doctor Fatima walked back to her dress and pulled it up. "Get him back to his pen. I'm done with him."

Corinella picked me up and gently pushed me out.

"Come on cutie lets go."

I as we walked out the room I turned to wave at Fatima.

"Bye bye!"

Fatima just waved me out, without looking at me.

"So when do I get to see her next?" I asked as a glob of cum pumped to the floor.

Cornelia rubbed my back, "Baby, you're not going to see her anymore."

I stopped in place as my heart dropped, "Did I do something bad?"

Cornelia smiled at me, " Oh baby, no you did wonderful. I'm so proud of you. Does a puppy who is not sick need a vet?" She did not wait for a response "No. And you don't need her anymore."

She walked me over to a desk and pulled a handful of kleenex from a box.

She wiped my face, clearing my eyes off. "There. That's better right?"

I smiled and kissed her, leaving a small amount of cum on her cheek. She let out a quick gasp of playful frustration and pushed me away "You idiot." She got another wad of kleenex and cleaned off her cheek.

"I'm really happy you caught me." I blurted this out without even thinking it.

Cornelia patted my butt and started walking away.

"Yeah...me too."

She led me back the pens. The familiar din of sexual pleasure greeted us as we returned to the main chamber.

As we approached my pen Jason jumped up like a puppy.

"James, James James! Hi, hi!" Once we were at the door Cornelia unlocked the door and pat the back of my head.

"Alright in ya go."

I obeyed without hesitation.

Jason practically pulled me in It took a moment for me to awkwardly crawl back to facing the door. "You brought lunch!" He licked my face. After licking a particularly large blob from my chin he smiled "I get two meals today!"

Cornelia laughed as she slammed the door shoot. "Ok you two have fun." She lay a hand on the top of our pen for a long moment before walking away.

"Bye!" I said, waving at her.

After she left we lay together, Jason licking the rest of my face clean and me just enjoying the warmth of the heated pad beneath me.

Cornelia woke me up with a tap, not the bang I was used to. She opened the door and looked down to me. "Hey baby, can I talk to you?"

I crawled out of the pen, leaving Jason to sleeply masterbate alone.

Cornelia led me to the workout area, I stopped following her to watch two males fucking in a nearby pen.

"Come on." She grabbed my hand and pulled me along.

We arrived at the workout area and Cornelia sat me down at a bench.

We sat next to each other, my hand in her lap. For a little while we just looked out at the empty room.

"You know your time is almost up. Pretty soon you'll be put up for adoption." She tightened her grip on my hand.

"Really? It's been," I thought hard for a moment. "Two whole years?"

Cornelia smiled, "Yes. You've learned a lot huh?"

I nodded eagerly.

She cupped my chin, "And you've grown to really love it here right?"

I tried to nod but just bounced in her hand.

She pulled me close and kissed my deep on the mouth. "Baby. When you get out I think I'll adopt you. Would you like that?"

I looked into her eyes, my mouth inches from hers. We were snapped out of our gaze by a sharp guffaw.

"Romancing a male? That's adorable!" A MREA officer stood in front of us, holding the leash on a male.

Cornelia dropped her hand and turned to look at the new futa. "What do you want?"

The officer shrugged, "Nothing. I just think it's...Cutethat you want to romance them. We're the Male RAPE enforcement agency after all." She tugged on the leash, bringing the male close to her. She fondled his erect cockopppp. "We take. We don't ask."

Cornelia grabbed my hand and squeezed it. "He's mine and I treat him asIplease."

The Officer rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Have fun." She waved the conversation away and left us alone.

Cornelia sighed. "Sorry baby."

I shook my head, "No! She's mean! You're a good MREA officer."

She pulled my hand to her lips and kissed it. "Thank you. So what do you think?"

I looked at her confused. "About what?"

She smiled that cruel smile that futa are so good at. "About me adopting you." She moved my hand to her crotch and I started jerking her off idly.

I smiled, "You think I'm worth adopting?" I was honored. An officer of the MREA wanting to adopt a former MIF like me.

Cornelia leaned back, enjoying my handjob. "I'd love to." She looked at me sideways.

"Yeah!" I leaned in and kissed her balls. "I'd love to be yours." I said into her sack.

She laid her hand on my neck. "Well. That settles that."

Epilogue

I woke up like I always did. With Mistress Cornelia's alarm going. She slid out ofourbed and smacked it off.

"Sorry it woke you baby. You can go back to bed if you want."

I groggily sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. Stretching out—despite the fact that I miss the warmth of the pens, being able to stretch whenever you want is just wonderful—I got up.

"No I'll make you breakfast. You need lots of pro-protein to feed all the males at the pens."

Mistress Cornelia puffed up. "You know it's my last day there? I took a demotion to monitor you and now I'm being put back on the streets."

Any fleeting sleepiness left me as I looked up to her "Really? My Mistress is going to be on the front lines? Fighting the fight against male pride?"

She rolled her eyes and tousled my hair. "You been watchingMREA: Special Victims Unitagain?"

I shrugged. "It's lonely here alone."

Mistress Cornelia nodded wisely. "Hmm I am getting a raise, maybe I could hire Sandra to babysit you. You remember her? She owns Billy and Terry."

I bounced up and down. "I get to see Terry again?"

She kissed my forehead and smiled "Oh course you do!"

I hugged her tight my face pressed into her chest, "Uhcntwut!"

She laughed, pushing my face away just enough to hear me "What?"

"I can't wait!"

She rolled her eyes and pushed me away. Walking over to a pile of clothes she pulled her uniform on. "Did you say something about breakfast?"

"Yeah!"

I rushed off to the kitchen and started working on her food. Mistress Cornelia liked her eggs over easy. I feel really bad but I only know how to scramble them. So I scrambled her eggs and put them on a plate for her.

Mistress Cornelia came out of her room in full uniform

"Here you are! I forgot how to do it the way you like. So I just scrambled them!"

She held back a laugh and sat down "Thank you honey. That's sweet of you."

I beamed with pride and crawled under the table to get my own breakfast.

My name is Jamesand I love futa.