CHAPTER FOUR:
The shaving and branding of the males
Ben:
I am a Gorilla for them! I have the impression that every hour spent on this island since our arrival is worse than the last one. Having to answer the doctor’s questions about my sexual activity and that in front of other men and especially in front of Jeremy! Let him hears that his father likes to fuck his mother on doggystyle. Let him knows that his father enjoys jerking off when his mother is not around! He didn’t need to know all this, to hear all this! And the worst came next with this probe stuck in my anus! What a humiliation!
But I also felt very bad for my son. That he had to “fuck” a sex toy in front of us, I imagine his shame. The worst part, and I don’t understand why, was that I started to have a hardon when I saw this scene. Is it seeing him doing that in front of these two women? Unhealthy voyeurism? I’m going to be honest, like neither Jeremy nor Emma can ever know this, but since yesterday, since I saw that Jeremy’s cock was much thicker than mine, I was envious of him. In a word, I was jealous. I know it’s completely stupid. If it should provoke a feeling in me, it should be pride, because he holds from my genes and I am not competing with him to fuck with women. But no, the truth was that I was envied. I think that if I looked at him to the end, it was to see how he was using his cock. Some women say that men have a cock instead of the brain. If any of these women could read my mind right now, they would say, “He is the proof of what we always said !” In any case, he saw my cock pointing up in the air when he passed by me and I’m afraid of what he thinks. I already feel he is distant since we arrived here last night.
One thing that his interrogation by the doctor confirmed me is that he was still a virgin. His mother and I suspected it. He has never had a girlfriend. This didn’t surprise us because he is shy. The fact he jerks off often is not a surprise either, on the contrary given his age. One night he went to bed while I was watching TV with his mother. A little later I got up to go to the bathroom and passing by in front of his bedroom, I heard a wheeze and I told myself that he was jerking off. I was hoping that he could soon experience other pleasures with a girl this time, but how is his sexual initiation going to happen in this new world?
My classification as category D or “gorilla” as they call it, and the discussion between these two women, gave me a bleak vision of what was happening to men outside and our future. In addition, I was part of the category most despised by women because of my strong hairiness.
Was I really going to work on a farm and be locked in a cage with other men? Was I going to be separated from Emma and Jeremy?
And Jeremy precisely. They had classified him in category C and he would probably soon be in the same category as mine. We were told at the embassy that he could continue to study. Now I highly doubted it!
After the other men in our group had passed through the hands of the two women, it was now the turn of one of the men who had been brought a few minutes ago and who were not among those locked up in quarantine. It must have been new men who arrived this morning. However, there was something that surprised me right away. I, who found that the men locked up in quarantine already stank a lot, when they arrived behind us, I could smell a very strong smell. They stank like I never felt a man stink although I did a lot of sports in my life, and so I rubbed shoulders with men who, with the effort, sweated a lot. But that had nothing to do with it!
Another surprise, the man who advanced towards the two women, had his back, ass and legs lacerated, as if they had received many blows of sticks or whips and for many of them, which must have been dating for a long time! In addition, he wore a metal necklace around the neck.
His interrogatory and what happened was also completely confusing!
“How come he wears a chastity cage and a necklace around the neck?” asked the nurse.
It was also a surprise to me because I had not noticed the chastity cage, having seen this man only from behind.
“He is one of the three males who come from the Wilayah of Faraas, the first country in Europe that established slavery for whites several years ago. I had been warned. They were the first to arrive on the island. This must come from the fact that we have just established diplomatic relations with that country. ”
When the man approached them, the two women moved backwards.
“What a horror, but it’s absolutely rank! That smell!” says the nurse, “it’s a thousand times worse than the others!”
While she was saying this, the doctor opened a drawer in her desk and pulled out a spray.
“When necessary, I use one. Sometimes, as in this case, it is an absolute necessity! “, she sprayed all around the man.
“Hasn’t he been washed?” the nurse asked the guards.
“The three males went to the shower when they arrived, but without soap, and given their stench, it was not of much use,” said the officer.
“When was the last time you washed with soap?” asked the doctor.
“The day I was arrested, Mistress.”
“And that was how long ago?”
“It must have been 6 years, Mistress.”
Yours last shower with soap was 6 years ago?” asked the nurse who couldn’t believe her ears.
“Yes Mistress. When I got up in the morning, I took a shower at home, and I went to the police station and that’s where we were all arrested.”
“You were a police officer?”
“Yes, Mistress”
“And since your arrest you haven’t washed yourself anymore?”
“I did, Mistress, but with water only since soap was only reserved for our Masters.”
“I understand why he stinks so much!” said the nurse.
“You can imagine if it was him who had raised his arm in front of you to the grocery store!” said the doctor with a smile.
“I think you’re kidding,” replied the nurse, also smiling, “in any case, how can he bear such a stench himself.” she said, looking at him in disgust.
The man then lowered his head. She said it as if it was his fault he was a slave in his country. It was the first time I saw a slave in real life. I had seen reports on television about this country and the others in Europe and part of America that had established slavery for the whites. This caused an uproar at the very beginning, but curiously and contrary to what had happened to the Republic of Femina Island which was still ostracized by the international community, the latter had turned a blind eye to what was happening in these countries. The fact that women dominate men seemed much more serious to many people around the world.
“You don’t mind, Kathleen, if I call you by your first name?”
“No of course!” replied the nurse.
“It’s less formal than Ms Lindon! By the way, do you have a family connection to the Prime Minister, Margaret Lindon?”
Kathleen hesitated a bit before answering, “Yes, she is my aunt. ”
“I didn’t want to be intrusive and make you feel uncomfortable. ”
“There’s no problem, I don’t shout it from the rooftops, but I don’t hide it either.”
“When I said I knew who you were voting for, I wasn’t wrong.” said the doctor, smiling.
“It is clear that I fully support the policy of my aunt, whom I admire very much. It will change this country and ensure once and for all our security and put all the males in their true place and definitively!”
“She just talked about starting a big national debate on the status of males. ”
“Yes, I’m looking forward to it. We need to have the courage to do what other countries have done at their home. There should be no taboo word!”
“Like the slave one?”
“Yes, for example! ”
“You don’t plan to do politics like your aunt?”
“Yes, I think about it. I am already of course an activist of the Free Women Party. I want to get more and more involved in politics, that’s for sure.”
“I wish you success! In the meantime, we are talking, but we have to take care of these males!”
Before beginning his medical examination, the two women put on surgical masks to dampen the smell as they approached him.
I learned that he was 29 years old, he had been a slave since he was 23, poor guy!
But one thing terrified me. It was the fact that they didn’t say anything about his lacerations, as if it was something they were used to seeing. The poor man who had been punished for putting his armpits under the nurse’s nose was not to be an isolated case!
Came the moment when he was going to have to have to give his semen.
“How are we going to do with this cage? There is a padlock!”
“Don’t you have the key?” the doctor asked the guard.
“No, they were already naked in their cage when we went to pick them up on the freighter, and the shipping company staff only gave us their papers.”
“I don’t understand,” said the nurse, “they don’t come from the airport?”
“No, flying slaves would be too expensive!” replied the doctor, “and as in the port there is no facility like ours, they were brought here. In any case, a solution must be found because their sperm must be collected for the fertility study. Go get pliers or other tools to blow the padlock and be able to remove this cage from his penis and his collar at the same time.” she said to the guard.
“Given the rusty state of the padlock, he must have been wearing this cage for a long time!” says Kathleen.
“How long have you been wearing it?”
“It must have been 3 or 4 years, Mistress. Few months after being sent to a farm.”
“You lived in cages when you weren’t working, weren’t you?” the nurse asked.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“And it was to prevent you from having sex with the women locked up with you?”
“No Mistress, there were no women on the farm. It was to prevent us from having sex between men, Mistress.”
“What, that’s what was going on?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“You were all gay?”
“Some, yes Mistress, but the majority was straight. But we had to empty our balls, Mistress.”
“It’s disgusting! I didn’t know that straight men could come to this!” said the nurse.
The doctor smiled, she said nothing but she thought to herself that Kathleen was very naïve.
“He speaks vulgarly. They act like beasts. I really hate males. And you, what are you, straight or gay?”
“Gay, Mistress.”
“Know that here it is forbidden. Males should only give pleasure to women. There must be no selfish pleasure between men. Tell yourself that you will not have the opportunity here to satisfy this type of pleasure!”
Again, the doctor smiled, because she said to herself “If you knew what happens precisely in the farms where the males are locked up especially if the guards do not put cages on their cocks. A male remains a male and he needs to empty his balls as the slave says. Necessity is law, if there are no women, a male ass will do. It’s better than nothing. One day she’ll find out and it will make her hate the males even more.”
“You were without a cage on your cock for several months at first. What were you doing, you fucked or were fucked?” asked the doctor by curiosity.
“The other males knew I was gay, and they didn’t let me any choice, Mistress.”
“I see! ”
“He is already a slave, a gorilla, and in addition a submissive to the other males. So, we can say that he is one of the lowest living beings on earth!” said Kathleen with an air of disgust.
A few minutes later the guard returned with pliers and managed to blow up the padlock and removed the cage from the man’s penis and his collar from his neck.
“Do I have to remove the ring as well?” she asked.
It was the ring, on which the cage was attached, which was at the base of his cock and which encompassed his testicles.
“Yes!” replied the doctor.
The guard bluntly removed the ring.
The male’s cock immediately began to swell.
“I think it’s going to be fast like the young virgin,” said the doctor, turning her head and looking at Jeremy, “his anus is no longer virgin, a lot of cocks fuck it, but after so many years you can say he’s a virgin of the cock!”
Kathleen seemed shocked by this language but said nothing.
The doctor was right, the slave licked his semen a few seconds after introducing his cock into the sex toy.
It’s strange, I felt pity for this man for being a slave for many years, but I will be honest once again, since I knew he was a slave, and all the men locked with him in the cage in which he lived, had probably all smashed his ass, I could not help but feel a sense of superiority over him and speak of him as the slave and not as the man or the male.
Maybe it is reassuring when you are yourself in a position of inferiority, to know that someone else is even more so.
The slave was then classified according to his hairiness. As he was very hairy, like me, he was rated D. Then it was the turn of the other two slaves.
“That’s it, we examined all the males. You will be able to take them for the shaving.” said the doctor to a guard.
“Doctor, could I attend a shaving session if you don’t mind?” asked Kathleen.
“Not at all, on the contrary, it is important that you attend the process, especially since today there is a new stage that you will appreciate, I think!”
“Oh yes and which one?”
“After shaving, the males will have their number branded with a branding iron on the right buttock!”
Hearing these words, I was puzzled and I blanched, as I think all the other men!
“Oh, indeed I have never attended such a session!”
“As you know, the process of census and classification of males took several months. The process has been completed a few weeks ago, the branding process has begun as you know since you can see in our streets a number of males who are already branded.”
“Indeed!”
“We only received yesterday the material for branding, so today is going to be a first time for our quarantine center!”
“Great, it’s very exciting!” couldn’t help but say Kathleen excitedly.
“I’ve already attended branding sessions elsewhere. You’re going to love watching shaving of males, I’m sure! ”
“Take the males for shaving,” the doctor told the guards.
“Follow me!” shouted one of the guards to the males, “and the hands still behind the head!”
I was still at the front of the line, which meant I was most likely going to be the first to be shaved. We were taken to another room where two women were waiting for us. I immediately saw the electric clippers whose cable went up to the ceiling.
“Come on, as usual I’ll start with the hairiest.” said the woman who held the electric clippers in her hand.
“Why this habit?” asked the second wife.
“Because I prefer to get rid of the hardest work. Come here!” said to my attention the woman who held the clippers, pointing with her finger at the ground in front of her.
“Well, I’m going to have a lot of work with that one!” she said with a look of disgust.
“Turn around, put yourself in front of the other males. Get on your knees and lower your arms!”
She then took the clippers and she roughly grabbed my hair and begun to hack it off, lock by lock. I felt and saw my hair falling down in front of me and over my shoulders to the ground.
“Stand up and raise your left arm!”
She then began to shave my pits. My armpits were provided with long hairs. On this part of the body, my skin was sensitive, and the passage of the clippers set fire to my armpits. Several hours later, I still had burning sensations.
“Raise your right arm! ”
I was facing the other men, I’m sure it was done on purpose to add to my humiliation.
Once my pits were denuded, she shaved my arms and torso. I had a lot of hair on my torso down to my pubis. Hans had warned me that this was not going to be a cakewalk. It wasn’t. Her movements were abrupt, she scraped the skin with the clippers, it hurt, but she clearly didn’t care. It was visible that I totally disgusted her.
To my surprise, she stopped at the pubis and ordered me to turn around. I had some hair on my shoulders which she also shaved. She then ordered me to turn around again to face the males watching the scene, and she attacked my pubic hairs.
“I’ll have to take scissors first, his bush is too thick!” she said, looking at the other woman.
I wasn’t allowed to lower my head to watch. I had to look straight ahead, the other men. I heard the “snip-snip” of the scissors. I started having pubic hairs when I was 10 years old. I was precocious in my time. I was very proud to have pubic hair while the other boys didn’t have it yet. They represented for me a sign of virility of which I was proud of, even until today.
The humiliation would never end! After inserting a probe into my anus in front of everyone, they attacked my pubic hairs!
Once she had seriously shortened, I guess, the length of my pubic hairs, she finished shaving them with the electric clippers. She then took a small stick and lifted my cock and pressed it against my now hairless pubis, and then passed the clippers on my balls.
“I’m clearing this part for you because his balls are full of long hairs, it would have put a lot of them between your razor blades!” said the woman who was shaving me to the other woman.
“Thank you, luckily we don’t get paid by performance, that one would lower our average and so our pay!”
I understood at that moment that I was then going to pass through her hands to finish the work of the first one with a manual razor that I saw placed on the small table behind her.
She ran the clippers over my balls, but she only brushed them to my relief. Then she moved to my legs.
“Spread your legs!”
She took the stick and lifted my balls to the left side and with her other hand she shaved the hairs located at the top of my thigh, close to my balls. She did the same for the other side.
Like in the first room, there were two identical tables in this room.
“Get on the table and get on all fours!”
She then shaved my hair on my lower back, and on my ass!
“Spread the buttocks!”
When she saw my hairy ass crack, she added, “When he shits, you imagine all the shit that’s left in his ass crack!”
“Yes, it’s disgusting! ”
She was no softer in her shaving on this part of my body than in the rest. She passed the clippers on my quivering anus, and fully shaved the crevasse separating my buttocks.
“It’s okay, he’s yours.”
“Come here!” shouted the other woman.
Since yesterday, all the women we had met were showing us disgust at best or yelling at us and talking to us like dogs. The first woman then yelled at another man to come. I saw that she had called Jeremy. The second woman then shaved me with her manual razor but without using shaving foam.
What a sight, father and son, shaved at the same time, spreading our buttocks and showing our ass-crack at the same time under the gaze of other men! What a humiliation!
I hold my breath from fear of the razor when she shaved my cock and my balls. I hold it again when, on my fours, she shaved my ass-crack and scrotum. When she was done with me, she told me to get down and to lean against the wall with my hands behind my head.
All the skin on my body was red from these two shaves. My body was on fire. But my face was glowed too because of the red-hot intensity of my shame. I no longer had a single hair on my skin except my eyelashes and eyebrows. I was naked as a worm! My body was denuded of all the hair that had defined my masculinity!
It was then Jeremy’s turn to pass through her hands for his second shaving. When he came down from the table and I was back to the wall, I saw that he had a hard-on.
Then came the moment when he found himself having to spread his buttocks again with the second women, but apparently it wasn’t enough for the woman who yelled at him.
“WIDER, WIDER! I want everyone to see your dirty rosebud!”
I don’t know what went on in my head then, but it was stronger than me. To see Jeremy treated like that, it was too much for me. He was my son, I had to try to protect him. I’m not a bigmouth in general. Since we arrived here, I was even rather afraid, and I obeyed. But here, I could not help talking.
“You can’t stop treating him like this. It is already an absolute humiliation to be shaved completely and moreover in front of everyone. You don’t have to add more by telling him to show his rosebud to everyone! You treat us like we are animals!”
The two women, the doctor and the nurse looked at me stunned. Then I saw a guard coming near me with her cattle prod. I knew then that I was going to have rough time. I knew I was going to take a cattle prod shot. I imagined it would be on the ass, the legs. But I was wrong.
The guard stood in front of me and pressed my balls for several seconds with her cattle prod. Those few seconds were an eternity for me. I screamed the whole time the electric shock lasted. I had never felt such pain before. Once she stopped pressing my balls with her cattle prod, I collapsed on the floor. I felt like my balls had exploded. The pain was unstoppable. I instinctively put both my hands on my balls.
“Did a Mistress allow you to speak?” asked the guard.
I was so shocked that I couldn’t answer him.
“You still want to tater on your balls with my cattle prod?”
“No Mistress.” Did I manage to say.
“Then answer my question!”
“No, no Mistress allowed me to speak. ”
“So, you committed a first offense. Then a male never speaks like that and in this tone to a Mistress, second offense. If you want to know, yes, a number of us consider you, the males, as animals. Especially a male like you, so hairy, even if temporarily you no longer have hair on your body. You will soon learn what your place is in your new country. You will very quickly realize that you are at the bottom, really at the bottom of the hierarchy and that you have much more in common with pigs and wild boars than with human beings!”
“She must vote for your party,” the doctor whispered to Kathleen, who smiled.
“So, you can imagine how I find your remark absolutely unspeakable! After this nice little reminder, because you see, I am a sensitive person even with animals of your kind, your balls have not burned because the intensity of the discharge is always at the low level, even if on this part of your body that hangs ridiculously, a weak discharge makes more sensation than on the ass! So, will you assure me that you will now behave well?”
“Yes, Mistress!” I replied.
“Are you going to be wise now?”
“Yes, Mistress!”
“We’re not going to hear you anymore and you’re going to kindly obey all the orders given to you?”
“Yes, Mistress!”
“Are you going to be a good submissive male?”
“Yes, Mistress!”
“That’s good, so get up right away with your hands in the back of your head!”
I obeyed, but it was with difficulty that I got up. I still wanted to keep touching my balls even though it couldn’t do anything about the pain.
Once standing, the guard told me again.
“Now you’re going to watch the shaving of the rosebud of your seed!”
As she saw me surprised by the word “seed” she added.
“Here you are a genitor. You say “father” where you come from. Him,” she said, pointing to Jeremy, “it’s your seed. You say “son” in your former country. You must never use the terms father and son! Only women can use those words. Is it understood?”
“Yes, Mistress!”
“Now repeat after me. I will watch the shaving of my seed’s rosebud!”
I then repeated word for word the sentence.
The guard remained beside me and the two women resumed shaving the males.
“I see that the males are brought to heel right away!” said Kathleen, “it’s good, I know that some women wonder if in this quarantine center we are not too soft with males arriving from abroad in order to gently accustom them to their new life.”
“As you can see since you arrived, this is not the case. And no one here is gentle with males! We treat them properly, as they deserve!”
The doctor wondered for a moment if Kathleen had not come to the center to check what was happening there and report it to her aunt.
“You can reassure women who were wondering!”
The guard then resumed the shaving of Jeremy, where it had stopped. Jeremy had, like me, a lot of hair all along his ass-crack. Once all these last hairs were shaved, the guard came up to him and turned back to me and ordered me to also come next to Jeremy who was still holding his buttocks apart.
“Look, you see there wasn’t so much to make a fuss about. Your seed no longer has disgusting hair between his buttocks. Everything went well. He’s fine. I want you to see by yourself that he is fine, that he has not had any cuts. Run your fingers all along his crack!”
I couldn’t believe it. She ordered me to run my fingers over his crevasse. I had never touched a man on this part the body. I had to run my fingers over the ass-crack, over my own son’s anus!
The guard saw that I hesitated.
“Do it now!” she yelled, screaming as she was taking her cattle prod.
I startled and quickly grazed his cleft.
“No, from top to bottom and slowly. You have to check if there is not a hair left!”
I then slowly ran my fingers all along his crack and found that it was soft and that one could no longer feel a single hair.
“Spread your buttocks wider!” said the guard, “I want your genitor to be able to do the verification I ask him!”
Jeremy pulled even harder on his buttocks to try to spread them even further apart than they were. How ashamed I was. I was ashamed and ashamed for him.
“You didn’t check his anus well, run all your fingers over it!”
I wanted to ask Jeremy for forgiveness, but I couldn’t do it of course.
I had to touch his anus several times. If I could have seen the other women behind my back, I would have seen a wild smile on each of them.
“Now check if he doesn’t have cut on his balls. Pull his balls towards you, take them in your hand and check!”
As with a guy’s ass, I had never touched balls other than my own.
What she ordered me was horrible to do because it was now about touching my son’s balls. I wanted to tell her that I would never be a problem again and that I would obey all their orders, even the most degrading ones, and that she didn’t need to make me do that to show my submission, because I was submissive!
I then slowly pulled Jeremy’s balls towards me and checked with my hand that he was out of hair and looked at the guard.
“There is no more hair on his balls, Mistress.”
“It’s okay now, both go back against the wall!”
When the guard returned to her place next to the doctor, I heard her say that she thought I would not be a problem in the future. Kathleen replied that in any case it was a very entertaining moment!
“Entertaining moment” there too I could not believe my ears. She found entertaining to see a father and his son humiliating themselves like that in front of her!
The hairiest males were shaved first, as the first woman had said. After Jeremy, it was the turn of the slave. He was hairier than Jeremy, but he had moved to third. Out of the 8 males, two slaves and I were classified in the D category. Jeremy and three other males had been classified as part of the C category. The two last ones were category B. There were no category A males.
Anyway, now we were all in the “hairless” category. We all looked alike with our heads completely shaved, and our bodies without a hair. There was a uniformity in our appearances.
I wasn’t getting over what I had just done to Jeremy. I felt guilty. I felt like everything that happened to him was my fault. We didn’t know exactly what to expect when would leave this quarantine center, but from the conversations of these women, we had an idea. I hated to be treated like a slave, an animal. But worse, I could not stand the idea that Jeremy, who was only 18 years old, and all his life ahead of him, could have such a bleak future. To see him physically like this, degraded as we were, without a hair on his head, without a hair on his entire body, was very hard.
The last male had just undergone his second shaving when a voice was heard saying “Who made a fuss here?”. It was the Captain Taylor.
“I was told that a male acted up!”
The guard who had applied the cattle prod on my balls, then pointed at me and explained what had happened and told her that everything was quickly back to normal. A great anguish seized me immediately. Captain Taylor came to stand in front of me. I looked down immediately. Then she took me by the balls which still hurt me extremely, pulled them, turned and moved forward. I then let out a new cry of pain and was thus forced to move forward myself and follow her since she was holding my balls firmly in her hand. Once in the middle of the room she made me turn around to face the other males. I widened my eyes. I was scared. I knew the other men saw the fear on my face. I watched them all in the hope of having help, support. I begged for help by the look. I was ashamed of myself, but I also looked at Jeremy begging for help with my eyes. What a shame, it was the father begging for help from the son! I didn’t want to get another electric shock on my balls.
“I will not tolerate any mess made by a male! You must have only one attitude here, submission!”
Saying this she was pulling on my balls, so I bent my knees to try to have less pain.
“Stand up straight!” she yelled, looking at me and clutching my balls, which only increased my groans.
“You only can speak when you are allowed to do so. You only move when you are told. If you are told to piss, you piss, to shit, you shit. If you are told to bark like mutts, you bark! Is it clear?” she yelled.
“Yes, Mistress!” I replied.
“It seems that you have trouble understanding and that we have to explain to you in another way!” she said, having dropped my balls and stroking her cattle prob which was attached to her belt and hanging down her thigh.
When I saw her gesture, my body betrays me again but not in the same way as it did yesterday when my cock got hard. There, to my shame, and without being able to do anything to stop it, I began to pee. I didn’t control anything.
Seeing this, I saw all the women smiling.
“Typical bestial reaction of a scared animal,” Kathleen told the doctor, “They really only do disgusting things with their cock!”
“I wonder if she’s ever had sex with a male. Everything they do with their cock is not completely disgusting!” thought the doctor.
“Looks like you don’t like anything about males!” said the doctor.
“No, indeed! And especially not their cock!”
“Why?”
“I find it ugly. That piece of skin, those testicles hanging between their legs. From an aesthetic point of view, I always found it ugly! Even more so when they are erect. They look totally ridiculous with their cock up in the air! I’ve always thought this way since I was little. For year, I have seen my father and my brother, who is older than me, every day, and I always found the sight of their cock and balls very ugly!”
“I guess your father and brother knew you didn’t like their genitals!”
“Well, yes, they knew! You know yourself that girls quickly find out that balls are THE weakness of the males. You don’t need to have at home a cattle prod. Small hands can give a similar experience, or close, to the one this male got few minutes ago” said Kathleen with a large smile,” even if my mother taught me, but by nature I knew how to be obeyed by my father and my brother!”
“I am sure of that. Fathers and brothers are usually the first males on which girls train to exercise their authority over males, but we’ll talk about that later.” replied the Doctor.
Fear outweighed shame, but still, I didn’t dare to look at the other males, I looked at the floor.
Luckily for me, Captain Taylor was not in front of me but next to me when I started peeing. I guess she would have been furious if I had peed on her.
“You’re afraid!” she said, “You’re right. When you are a male, you should never upset a woman.”
She had a truncheon on the other side of her thigh that was also attached to her belt. She stood behind me and told me not to move. I was still facing the males with my hands behind my head.
That’s when I felt the first blow of the truncheon on my buttocks. There was no electric shock, but the blow was violent and I let out a scream. I received 10 blows. My cries of pain became louder and louder.
After the 10th blow, she came to stand in front of me, pulled my balls again. She then placed her truncheon against them.
“Did you understand this time or I have to use other means?”
I started screaming “I understood Mistress!”
“Well, you are becoming reasonable. Go put yourself against the wall. You!” she said, pointing to Jeremy, “Come here!”
Jeremy stepped forward and positioned himself in front of her.
“It is you who is the cause of the mess. Get on all fours on the table!”
What was going on? Jeremy was not responsible for anything, what was she going to do to him? Whatever she did to him, I knew I wasn’t going to say anything, I wasn’t going to do anything. I was defeated. I understood from that moment that as long as I remained in this country, that is to say probably until the end of my days, I would obey and be subject to women! Once Jeremy was on all fours, Captain Taylor ordered him to spread his buttocks. She then took her truncheon and began to tickle his anus and pass her baton all along his ass-crack. No, she wasn’t going to do that!
“Look at me this hairless little pink rosebud! It is this rosebud which is the cause of the mayhem, the naughty! She then spat on Jeremy’s rosebud and began to push the tip of her truncheon into his anus. Jeremy then began to moan.
“But what is she doing?” asks Kathleen in a low voice to the doctor, “even if seeing a male punished is no problem for me, why is she punishing him if he did nothing?”
“Captain Taylor knows how to deal with males. They must be subdued, broken right away, especially those who come from abroad and were free, except for the three slaves. She is breaking the genitor. He revolted just because the guard ordered his seed to spread his buttocks further and show his rosebud to everyone. There, not only does his seed show it again to everyone, but she will also sodomize him with her baton. But I’m sure the genitor will attend the whole scene without saying anything. This will show everyone that he is broken and will no longer question the authority of women. It will also show his seed that submission to women is now stronger than the genitor/seed bond, that his genitor is no longer ready to defend him even if he is sodomized in this way. The protective daddy, he once was, no longer exists. This can even create resentment of the seed towards his genitor. Finally, it will give others something to think about. I am sure that these males who have seen the male being taken an electric shock in his balls and then received 10 blows of truncheon, and his seed being sodomized in a row, will have no desire to revolt, if they wanted to!”
Captain Taylor continued to ram her truncheon into Jeremy’s ass as he continued to moan. Then she looked at me and started going back and forth with her truncheon. She pulled it completely out of his anus several times and pushed it in back again without gentleness. Jeremy’s moans grew louder and louder.
I was devastated. I despised myself for doing nothing, for saying nothing, but I knew it would be useless and would only make things worse for him and me. As I said, I now knew that I would always be submissive to these women. My goal would be to avoid at all costs punishments like those I had received and therefore to obey women slavishly. It hadn’t even been 24 hours since we arrived on this island, but I was already defeated. It was every man for himself.
How easy it was for them to submit us! I realized that our nakedness was not only meant to humiliate and demean us, but also that it took away the protection, however ridiculous, of our clothes. Nudity makes it easier for women to access our balls. These balls that for us, men, were our pride, the symbol of our virility, often also symbol of power over women precisely, were now our weakness! They were immediately available for any type of torture. It was the same for our anus. It was not a symbol of virility, but it had to remain hidden from others, be part of our intimacy, unless we were like the slave who stood next to me, adept of sodomy. Like our balls, our anus was now accessible to everyone because of our nakedness!
The scene lasted several long minutes. Then, she withdrew her baton entirely from his anus.
“Look at this, an open rosebud!” said Captain Taylor.
Several guards laugh. She then told Jeremy to go down and join the other males against the wall with his hands behind his head.
“Wait!” she said, “Of course it’s full of shit! ” looking at her truncheon
She put the tip of her baton on one of Jeremy’s armpits and then ordered him to lower his arm and thus grip the truncheon. She rotated it on itself several times in order to wipe it down. She removed it and finished wiping it on Jeremy’s chest, leaving traces of shit over his body.
When he came to stand next to me, I saw tears running down his cheeks.
Captain Taylor turned around and saw Kathleen.
“Hello Ms Lindon, how is this first day in our quarantine center?”
“Very well I have to say, Captain. Everything I see is extremely interesting!”
“Do you know each other?” asked the doctor.
“I knew you had a nurse starting today.”
“She knows who I am.” Kathleen said to the captain.
“Very good. You know I’m responsible for the security of this center, so I inquire about who is going in.” the captain said to the doctor.
“But I don’t want to be treated differently than anyone else!” insisted Kathleen.
“You won’t be!” said the captain.
“Captain, what should we do now because it’s past noon, Georgia and Roberta have to take their lunch break,” said a guard, pointing to the two women who had shaved us, “and then they have to do the branding of the males. Should we take them back to their cell during this time?”
“No, you know I don’t like useless comings and goings of males in the center. You’ll tie them up here, and then when they have eaten, they’ll take care of them.”
“Are the same people doing the shaving and the branding of the males?” asked Kathleen.
“Yes!”, replied the captain, “we have limited budgets and therefore limited number of people as well. You have to be skillful in this center. ”
“Mrs. Lindon has never seen a male’s branding,” says the doctor.
“You will be able to attend the first of the center. You’ll see, it’s another interesting experience!” replied the captain.
The guard who had asked what to do with us, then returned with metal necklaces and chains. I had noticed that there were small rings on the wall behind us, I now understood what they were for. And it was yet another test for us. We were going to wear a necklace around the neck and be tied up. The collars resembled those worn by the slaves when they arrived.
The rings were not widely spaced, so we had to squeeze against each other.
The guard and the women who shaved us put a necklace on each of us. It was the guard who had hit me on the balls with her cattle prod who put the necklace on me. This one was wide, heavy and in metal. What a humiliating feeling and helplessness when she closed the necklace! The chain, that was attached to the necklace and attached to a ring, was short.
As I said, we had to huddle together. The slave who was on my right was actually standing behind me. We always had to keep our hands behind our heads, so I had the slave’s left armpit right next to my head. Jeremy was also behind me and I had his right armpit next to my head.
Once we were all chained, the guards, the doctor, the nurse and the captain came out of the room.
“Let’s go to lunch too,” the doctor said to Kathleen and the captain.
A leaden silence then fell in the room. We stayed for several minutes without saying anything. Jeremy and I were shocked by what we had just suffered, and the others because of the scene they had witnessed!
The silence was broken by Steven, one of the men who had arrived by the same plane than Jeremy and me, who was to the right of the slave.
“Fuck, man! You stink! It makes me want to puke!”
Indeed, he and I breathed in the foul smell that those armpits exhaled in our faces. Try to imagine the smell of a man whose armpits have never been washed in years!
“You know where he comes from!” said Jeremy, “it’s not his fault. If you were a slave for years, you would stink like him. And perhaps in a not very long time, you will stink almost as much as him!”
I was surprised that Jeremy broke his silence and intervened to defend the slave.
“I can’t do anything about it either, but here we are the ones who have his stench under our noses! Dude, you at least know you stink?”
He simply nodded.
“Are you okay man?” Steven asked me.
“I’ve never had so much pain in my life!”
“I can imagine. They are totally mad. Do you really think they’re going to brand us with a hot iron?”
“I’m afraid so!”
“It’s not possible, we’re in the 21st century. They can’t treat us like we’re cattle!”
“That’s who we are!” replied the slave.
“Where you come from, yes I know that whites are slaves and that Blacks and Arabs are masters. I have seen reports on TV. I have already seen the auctions where you are sold like cattle, they have shown the fields where you work. But even though there has never been much information that has come out of this country, we are supposed to have rights, limited compared to those of women, it is clear we know, but still some rights!”
“I have the experience of Masters and Mistresses. The ones I see here are no different from the ones I come from. The only difference is that white women there are slaves too, whereas here I don’t think a single woman is a slave. When I arrived here, I saw in the port males of Arab and Black origin, naked like us. I think that all males here whatever their origin are slaves, and that all women whatever their origin are Mistresses! If you believe that males in this country have rights, I believe that reality is going to be hard for you, and for you all!”
“You’ve heard the conversations of these women like us,” Jeremy said to Steven, “reality just caught us up!”
‘The men you saw on the harbor, were they naked?’ asked Steven.
“When we were taken out of the freighter, the males on the dock were wearing orange clothes, like those that prisoners can wear in prison. We were taken to a shed where, the police van that brought us here, was waiting for us, and there the males were all naked.”
“So not all men are naked! ”
“I believe that if the males on the dock wore clothes it is to hide from the people of the freighters the true status of the males here!” replied the slave.
At that moment, a guard came in and shouted “silence!”.
No one spoke afterwards. How long we stayed like this, I can’t say. In any case, after a while, the guards came back, detached us and brought us to the ground floor in an inner courtyard where there was a branding bench. The two women who had shaved us were present as well as the captain, the doctor and the nurse.
We were placed one behind the other, in front of the branding bench.
The first man to be branded, was one of the men who was with us on the plane.
The guards tackled him on the bench, on his stomach, and fastened him with leather straps around him to secure him to the bench and to immobilize him.
The woman then looked at the number written on the man’s buttock. Then she took large pliers and thanks to them, she took in a metal seal that was next to her, numbers that must were also in metal.
The other woman, held in her hands an electric branding iron at the end of which were several hooks and on which the first woman fixed the numbers that corresponded to the number of the man.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. We were in the 21st century and I was going to attend the branding of a male and I myself was going to be branded.
Everything went very quickly, once all the numbers were fixed on the branding iron, the woman branded the right buttock of the man who let out a shrill howl.
The man was then detached and the next one was placed on the branding bench.
I was the last in line, just behind Jeremy. There was a puddle on the floor where the man who was the next to pass on the branding bench was waiting. It was obviously piss. Some guys had the same reaction I had before.
It was Jeremy’s turn. What a horrible vision to see your own son to be branded like cattle, to hear the sound of his distress, to breath the smell of his grilled skin.
Then it was my turn. Again, I couldn’t do anything. These women had full authority over us. They could do whatever they wanted of us.
I was strapped so that I could not move. Then came the pain.
I said earlier, that I had never been in so much pain in my life after the electric shock inflicted on my balls. It was nothing compared to that pain.
Like all the other males, I let out a howl of pain. I never thought I would be in so much pain in my life.
“What a great job!” said the nurse to the doctor and captain.
“Yes, now they are marked for life, which for security and identification reasons, will always be very useful. The identity of the males is now visible to everyone. I hope this is just another step towards the final status of the males!” said the captain to the nurse with a smile.
“I believe, captain, that following our discussion at lunch, you understood that there is no taboo word for me and that for our party either. The debate we are going to start will end, I hope, by recognizing the status of slave for the males!”
“I hope so too, but your party has only one majority vote in parliament. Will that be enough?”
“I am convinced that a very broad consensus will emerge. The future of our country, of us women, is at stake. I am certain that these animals will have the final status they deserve!”
“Bring the cattle into the cell!” said the captain to the guards.
Hearing the word cattle, Kathleen smiled.
“You know how to talk to her,” the doctor said to the captain when Kathleen had walked away.
“The fact she is the Prime Minister’s niece may be useful.” said the captain, “we have the same political beliefs. I’ve been waiting a long time to be able to treat these males,” she said, looking at us, “like the animals they are. And then, if she makes a good report on what is happening at this center, as I am sure she will do one to her aunt, it can only be good for me and for you too!”
The doctor nodded.
The guards yelled at us to move forward and took us back to our cell. In the corridor we met several males who had been taken out of the cell in order to be, most certainly, branded like us.
When I entered the cell, I saw it in a different light. As long as we were there, we were safe without women and everything they could do to us.
Where I came from, we talked about helpless women. In this world, it is the males who are defenseless against women!
To be continued…
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