Becoming a Prisoner

by Bastian Ward

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This story is a work of fiction.  It is a gay bondage fantasy, no part of which is based on real life.   Any resemblance therefore to anyone living or dead is purely accidental.  This story depicts male on male sexual practices, if you are offended by this then stop reading now.

All characters depicted in this story are willing participants in all the scenes they appear in.  No one was coerced or paid to appear in this story.

The practices and themes depicted in this story, in no way reflect the author’s beliefs or sexual practices.  If you chose to act out scenes from this story, please do it responsibly.  Always practice safe sex; you owe it not only to yourself but to your sexual partners.  If you think you have injured yourself or think you have contracted a sexual disease, or have any other health concerns.  Please consult with a health professional.

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THE ‘SUB’-CONTINENT OF THE PEOPLE’S REPUBLIC OF CHINA

Arnold heard the motor powering up, and felt the vehicle give a slight shudder before it moved with the traffic.  He could hear people moving around outside the vehicle.  He even heard someone bang into the side of the vehicle just as it moved on.

Even in his current predicament, Arnold could still appreciate the fact that having all the vehicles run on electricity is so much better on the environment than it was with fuel powered vehicles.

He knew he wasn’t the only one in the back of the vehicle, as he was sure he could hear others trying to move around, to try and make themselves more comfortable. ‘Ha’, he thought to himself, that was a laugh.  He figured that they’d be trussed up just the same as he was, while he couldn’t see any of the others because he was blindfolded, he’d just assumed that he was right.  He couldn’t lower his arms because his wrists were manacled, probably to the roof of the vehicle, or some kind of framework inside the vehicle.  While his feet were flat on the floor, he was unable to move them very much as they were manacled as well, and as his legs were stretched as wide apart as they could be, it really wasn’t a comfortable position to be in either.  He was unable to move his head very much either, as it felt as though there was something wrapped or tied around his head, which was probably tethered to the roof of the vehicle, or the frame, as well.

So, there he was, in the back of a vehicle spreadeagled and manacled in place.  He was wearing some kind of a blindfold and had something in his mouth that he also assumed was tethered, probably behind his head.  As he couldn’t spit it out.  He knew because he’d tried.  He was also beginning to be aware of the fact that he was naked, as he couldn’t feel anything on his body, and he could feel his cock and balls swinging freely every time they hit a bump or pothole in the road, or they turned a corner.

Arnold suddenly became embarrassed by the fact that he was stark naked in the back of the vehicle while there were obviously other people around as well, as he felt his face begin to flame.  The thought that the other people might be similarly trussed up as he was, wasn’t helping him at all as he could feel his cock slowly rising to the occasion.  Arnold tried desperately to think of something, anything, else to try and get his cock to deflate.  Which only made it that much worse as he could feel a slow drop of pre-cum rolling down his urethra and feel it hanging off the tip of his stiffening cock for what felt like the longest time.  By the time Arnold could feel the second drop of pre-cum rolling down his urethra, he knew from experience that the first drop of pre-cum would have stretched to its absolute maximum.  Before the surface tension gave way and the first drop of pre-cum would fall onto the floor of the van, or base of the framework.  The more Arnold tried to stop this from happening, by trying desperately to think of something else, the worse the situation became, and it wasn’t too long before Arnold could feel his cock bouncing around in front of himself to the movement of the vehicle.  And he could tell that now he was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum.

Arnold was so caught up with trying to will his cock to deflate, that he no longer heard passers-by hitting the side of the vehicle occasionally, nor could he have told you if the vehicle was even moving.  Arnold decided that he’d try and distract himself by going over the ‘how’s and why’s’ of how he came to be in the predicament he now found himself in.

It all started so innocently, unbeknownst to most of the world, China had amassed a huge fortune and wanting to be a superpower in the Pacific Rim region, if not the world, they saw Australia as a big threat in that regard.  The Chinese government quietly went around and bought up all of Australia’s debts, and as Australia couldn’t afford to pay China back, China petitioned the U.N. for permission to ‘annexe’ Australia until such time as the country could repay the debt it owed.  To sweeten the deal, China proposed giving back to the Aborigines the top part of Australia from the 24-degree meridian line, to the coast of the top end of Australia, and gifted them one or two small islands, that the Aboriginals could prove their cultural significance to themselves.  The new ‘government’ claimed all the working mines for themselves, but in return, the Chinese gifted the Aborigines some other parcels of land that held a sacred site to them as well spread around the country that wasn’t a mine of some description.  To sweeten the deal, even more, the new Chinese-Australian government gave them complete autonomy within their own boundaries, which effectively broke the continent into two completely autonomous countries, which people ended up calling little Australia, and Chinese-Australia.  After much deliberation, the U.N. thought it was a working solution, particularly as the Chinese promised to return Australia to self-rule when they had recouped the money they were owned.  So, with minimum effort, Australia, or what was left of it, became annexed to China as Chinas’ ‘property’.  All the other super nations, England, America, Japan, South Korea, most of Europe, the Middle East, and Russia all pulled their business interests out of Australia and issued dire warnings to all of their citizens living in Australia, at the time, to leave the country as soon as possible.  Consequently, there was the largest mass exodus of people out of any country the world had ever witnessed since either of the World Wars.

To all intents and purposes, it appeared as though life in Australia would go on as usual.  That was before the Chinese invaded the country in droves, and China-Australia became a Police state, which still didn’t seem too bad.  It appeared as though life for the average Australian-Chinese continued as normal.  Sure, there were those in the community who protested about the Chinese ‘overlords’, but these protests and rallies were soon put down by a show of strength by the new government.  There were protests when all the Australian-Chinese citizens were ordered to be micro-chipped, for their own ‘protection’ the new government stated.  When the U.N. came and visited Australia on one of their fact-finding mission, they could find nothing wrong with the way the Chinese were treating the former Australian population.  As for the amount of the continent that the Chinese had gifted to the Aborigines, the U.N. was most impressed, and they could find nothing wrong with the proof that the new government required of those individuals who had so little Aboriginal blood in them, that their heritage was questionable at best.  In the end, the U.N. stopped visiting Australia and left the Chinese to get on with running the country.

That was why Arnold and everyone else in the vehicle they now shared, were in their current predicament.  All the prisons were emptied of all the inmates except for the most dangerous criminals, and they were told that they would never be released.  While the prisoners that were being released, were sent to work on farms as forced labour, they were even used to green the desert regions of the country.  Thereby opening up more of the country for the Chinese to settle in.

While Arnold wasn’t a prisoner originally, nor was he even an adult when the Chinese had ‘bought’ the country.  No, Arnold's crime was being drunk in a public place, and that public place was a bar, during his own birthday celebrations.  That is how he found himself naked in the back of the vehicle, going ‘who knew where’, to ‘who knew what’, fate.

There was that accursed bang on the side of the vehicle again; it finally dawned on Arnold what that sound was.  He had been responsible for that exact sound when he was younger; it was the sound of people hitting the sides of the vehicles.  Everyone knew from the dun colour what the vehicles were used for ferrying around prisoners.  What the general population didn’t know was that the prisoners were not only ‘displayed’ like this, spread-eagled on frames, for their court hearings, but also trussed up like this for transporting as well.  Only, now, of course, Arnold knows the truth, and he desperately wishes he didn’t.  Arnold eventually felt the vehicle reversing and heard a series of loud bangs against the side of the vehicle.  Then there was total silence.  Obviously, they had arrived wherever they were going.  Arnold just hoped and prayed that it wasn’t where he thought they were going to.

Arnold was three when the Chinese ‘bought’ Australia, so he really didn’t know any different, he, like everyone else was taught Chinese in school, even though the official language of Australia was still listed as English.  But, as often happens in these situations, the mother tongue, in this case, Chinese, of the Overlords, gradually replaced the ‘native’ tongue of the country they had invaded.  So, English was gradually phased out until most of the population spoke only Chinese in public.  English was still spoken in the home, unless they had visitors of course, as everyone was ‘encouraged’ to inform the authorities of any breaches of language.

Arnold was used to seeing rickshaws all over Melbourne now, the only difference to the rickshaws in Melbourne, compared to the ones in Asia, is the addition of a single seat between the shafts that the ‘prisoners’ used to pull the rickshaw.  This extra seat was for the owner/driver of the rickshaw, and the rickshaws were now pulled by two people instead of the traditional single person, and all the people pulling the rickshaw were Australian-Chinese males ‘prisoners’, and depending on the owner/driver they were clad in varying versions of their official outfit.  China retained its ‘prudishness’ that the country has been known for since time immemorial. Consequently, all male ‘prisoners’ wore a loincloth and leather soled sandals at all times.  However, it was up to the individual owner/driver what version of the loincloth their particular ‘prisoners’ wore.  The loincloths all consisted of a leather thong that went around the ‘prisoners’ waist, and it was up to the owner/driver as to just how low slung the piece of thong was, but seemingly they all thought pretty much the same, as the leather thong hung very low on the ‘prisoners’ abdomen.  So low, in fact, that it was probably only the ‘prisoners’ cock and balls holding the leather thong up, and as the loincloths were slung so low, naturally all the ‘prisoners’ pubic bush was shaved completely.

Along with all their other body hair, except for the hair on their head which was now a buzz-cut of course.  At the top of the material that made up the loincloth was a heading that the leather thong was threaded through, but again the actual width of that piece of cloth was up to the owner/driver’s discretion.  The strip of cloth was used to cover the ‘prisoners’ genitalia, again to varying degrees.  The cloth was then twisted, after first having formed a pouch for the ‘prisoners’ genitals, and then the wad of cloth was passed back between the ‘prisoners’ legs and pulled up tight between the ‘prisoners’ arse cheeks.  So, depending on the individual owner/driver, the material could be pulled so tight that it disappears into the ‘prisoners’ arse crack completely.  Or not, and run along the outside of the ‘prisoners’ arse cleft.  The cloth was then threaded up the back of, and over the top of the leather thong at the back of the ‘prisoner’.  Again, it was up to the individual owner/driver if they had some material hang loosely over the front of the loincloth, or over down the back, depended really on how prudish the owner/driver really was.  It was then up to the individual owner/driver if he added other parts, like a leather harness made of thin strips of leather, to the look of his ‘prisoners’ outfit or not.  Some owner/drivers even added some kind of headdress as well, which could include blinkers so that the ‘prisoners’ could not see out to the sides.  Some ‘owner/drivers’ even preferred to have their ‘prisoners’ blindfolded all together, particularly if their ‘prisoner’ tended to be unruly and hard to manage.

It was the same for the owner/drivers of the palanquins as well, their ‘prisoner’ bearers were mainly clad in loincloths and leather sandals as the rickshaw bearers were, and like the rickshaws, the palanquins had the addition of a seat at the front where the owner/driver sat.  But unlike the rickshaw bearers, the bearers of the palanquins all wore an additional leather harness, again made of very narrow strips of leather, much the same as horses wear.  This enabled the owner/drivers to control the bearers with reins that are attached to the front bearers, in the same way, horses are controlled by the driver of the horse-drawn vehicles.  All ‘prisoners’ wore a metal collar around their neck; the Chinese argued that it reminded the ‘prisoners’ that they were in fact ‘prisoners’.  The Chinese-Australian government informed the UN that the collars would be removed when the ‘prisoner’ had served their sentence.

Along every street and road in and around Melbourne, there were now designated bays for rickshaw and palanquins to ‘park’.  In these areas there are rings set into the asphalt of the road, or the concrete of the footpath, depending on the area.  All the ‘prisoners’ are fitted with either a Guiche or a Prince Albert piercing so that they can be ‘tethered’ to the rings set into the asphalt or concrete, so they can’t run away while they are not being tended too.  There was a hue an outcry about this because the only way to access the piercing on the ‘prisoner’ was to undo the ‘prisoners’ loincloth, which exposed the bare buttocks of the ‘prisoner’ to all and sundry.  The U.N. was petitioned about this, as it seemed to be cruel and unusual punishment, not to mention the offensive sight of the naked male buttocks being on display for all to see.  The U.N. talked to the Chinese officials, who stated that it was the most cost-effective way of providing someplace to ensure that the ‘prisoners’ were kept secured while they were not working out in public.  Without having cages, which the Chinese argued would be more inhumane than the tethers.  The fact that the ‘prisoners’ buttocks were on display, the U.N. dismissed out of hand. The U.N. agreed with the Chinese officials that everyone did, in actual fact, have a buttocks, and therefore everyone knew what a buttocks looked like.  So, the protest was dismissed.

Arnold was brought back to the reality of his particular situation when he heard, what he thought was the doors at the back of the vehicles being opened, and he could hear people moving around inside the vehicle.  Which added weight to the idea that the doors had in fact been opened, and they’d arrived at their destination.  Arnold discovered that he was, in fact, tethered inside a frame and that the frame was set on wheels.  He knew this because he could feel himself being turned around and manoeuvred out of the vehicle.  Arnold had in fact seen the exact type of frame he was trussed up in.  In the past decade, the Chinese decided that the general public was cowed enough that it could watch the court proceedings from the public gallery, to prove to the general populace just how fair and just the Chinese system really is.  Naturally, there was a wire barrier so that any of the misguided public who might want to, could not interfere in the running of the court.  Arnold and his mates had spent hours up in the public gallery watching the poor stiffs being sentenced when they were old enough to attend.  Arnold and his mates got a great kick out of watching the poor stiffs being wheeled, naked and manacled spread-eagled inside the metal frame on wheels, into court to face the Judge.  The fact that all the ‘prisoners’ had raging hard-ons was not lost on Arnold and his mates, and they only ridiculed the ‘prisoners’ all the more because of it.  But now that he was a ‘prisoner’, Arnold didn’t think it was quite so funny, nor did he think it was fair that he had to attend court in this state, just because he’d had a bit too much to drink.

Arnold could feel himself being wheeled out of the vehicle, as he could suddenly feel the sun and a breeze on his naked body, as he was rolled down some kind of ramp on the back of the vehicle.  His frame was rolled over some rough ground as Arnold could feel his frame shuddering.  Then he was rolled up another ramp and had obviously entered a building, as the light suddenly went out and the air became ice cold on his skin, which Arnold rightly guessed was a courthouse.  Arnold obviously was put in some kind of holding area as his frame stopped moving and he heard the people who had moved him there walking away and heard someone else being wheeled into place near him.  So, now Arnold had nothing else to do but wait.

Arnold heard the waiting area fill up, and then very slowly empty out again until finally, it was his turn.  He felt his frame being turned around and he began moving again.  Arnold heard some doors opening, and Arnold assumed that he must be being wheeled into court as he could hear the sound of a lot of voices.  Arnold was glad he couldn’t see because he’d have been mortified if he’d recognised anyone in the courtroom.  Arnold heard a gravel hit the sound block a couple of times, and then heard the Judge calling for silence before they hit the sound block again with the gravel.  Arnold’s charge of being intoxicated in a public place was read out to the court, and the Judge passed sentence, in the form of a fine for $2,500.00.  Arnold felt his whole body go weak, so much so that he was glad the frame was holding him up, as he knew he had more than enough money in the bank to cover his fine.  Arnold felt himself being wheeled out of the courtroom and down a long passage and into some kind of room.

Arnold felt his restraints being loosened, but before they were removed completely, his blindfold was removed and he could see that in fact, he was in a large room.  There were a lot of guards present, and they were all carrying side arms and Tasers on long poles.  One of the guards stood up on the bar that made up the base of Arnold’s frame so that he could look Arnold in the eye.  He told Arnold that they were going to release him from his bonds, but he warned Arnold that if he played up in any way, then not only the guard talking to him but all the guards around the room would Taser his naked butt.  The guard asked Arnold if he understood, and Arnold nodded that he did.  The guard removed the gag from out of Arnold’s mouth, and Arnold worked his jaw to get some of the stiffness out of it.  Then when all of Arnold’s bonds were released, and he was sure he wasn’t going to fall flat on his face, Arnold stepped gingerly out of the frame.  The guard pointed to a table with a ‘prisoner’ sitting behind it, and the guard told him that the ‘prisoner’ would process him.  Arnold thanked him and walked over to the guy sitting behind the table.

“Name.”

“Um, I’m Arnold Franklin”

The guy entered some information into the computer terminal on his desk.  He stood up, and that was when Arnold realised that he was completely naked too, just like he was.  The guy ignored the querying look Arnold shot at him, as he ran the microchip over Arnold’s shoulder.  When the reader beeped, the guy sat back down and entered the number into the computer terminal.

“Um, excuse me,” Arnold began, “if I could just have my clothes back,”

With that, all the guards broke into ruckus laughter.  Arnold shot them a filthy look before turned back to the guy sitting at the desk.

“As I was saying,” Arnold continued, “If I could just have my clothes back, I can use my credit card to pay my fine,” again Arnold was interrupted by the laughter from the guards.

When the laughter died down again, the guy pulled some paperwork out of his drawer and indicated where Arnold was to sign after first giving him a pen.  The pen was very hard to write with as the body of the pen was all floppy like it had its skeleton removed or something.

When he’d finished signing all the paperwork he again asked if he could have his clothes back.  “Look,” said the guy behind the desk somewhat testily, after the laughter had died down again, “don’t you get it.  All your property now belongs to the state…”

“What the fuck,” Arnold exclaimed.

The guy looked back up at him, he riffled through all the paperwork that Arnold had just signed and finding the bit of paperwork he was looking for he put it on the desk in front of Arnold.  “This paperwork you just signed states that you have just ‘gifted’ all your property to the Chinese government to help the former Australian government to repay the monies it owes to China…”

“What the fuck,” Arnold said now with a bit of venom in his voice.

The guy sitting behind the desk leaned forward and very quietly warned Arnold to keep it under control, or the guards would Taser his arse without a moment’s hesitation.  Arnold threw a quick glance around the room and noticed that the guards were, in fact, watching him very intently.

“What you’ve done, here today,” the guy spoke louder to Arnold, “is agreed to help the former Australian government to repay its debt to the Chinese government. Consequently, all your possessions will be sold, and all the monies will go to the government.  All your bank accounts have already been put in the government's bank accounts…”

“So, you’re telling me that I’m going to be a ‘prisoner’ for life?”

“No, not at all,” the guy behind the desk said with a depreciative laugh, “you will only be a ‘prisoner’ until you have paid off your $2,500.00 debt.”

“And how am I supposed to do that, pray tell?”  Arnold shot back sarcastically.

“Well, as a ‘prisoner’ you can earn $10.00 a week.”

“Oh,” Arnold replied, “that’s not so bad,” and after thinking about it for a bit he told the guy behind the desk “then I could pay the debt off in four years and nine months?”

To which the guards broke into laughter again.

Arnold shot them another dirty look and turned back to the guy behind the desk with a puzzled expression on his face.

The guy looked up at him, “you will be sent out to work…”

“What like the guys you see running around in their loincloths?” Arnold asked incredulously.

“Yes,” the guy behind the desk replied, “but because there are cost involves in maintaining a ‘prisoner’.  You will be expected to repay the debt to your ‘owner’ to the tune of $40.00 per week…”

“But, wait a minute,” Arnold broke in again, “I’d never be able to repay that debt…”

“That’s right,” the guy behind the desk agreed, “all those guys out there you see in loincloths are in actual fact nothing but slaves.  There are no ‘prisoners’ running around out there.  Welcome to the ‘New World’ order,” he finished with a resigned smile on his face.

It took a minute for that to sink in, and when Arnold realised what all the implications were going to be.  He pivoted on the balls of his feet and made to run out the door.  But the guards, being used to this, were all ready and they hit him with their Tasers all at once, before Arnold even took two steps and he collapsed in a pile on the ground.  And even though he’d passed out from the pain, his body kept twitching from all the electricity that was coursing through it.

Arnold eventually came too, and once again he could feel himself, manacled, spreadeagled in what he assumed was the frame once again.  His nerve endings still tingled and burned, from having all that electricity pumped into his body.  Slowly his eyesight focused, and as he raised his head, he saw the fattest Chinese man he had ever seen in his life.  The man was so fat that Arnold could not see the man’s eyes in his face, so Arnold could only assume that he was Chinese.  The man was so fat that Arnold could not tell if the man had a neck or not, his head looked like it was just resting on the man’s shoulders.  The man’s chest was so fat, that it looked as though the guy should have been wearing a bra.  The man’s stomach was so fat that it almost hung halfway down his thighs.  The rolls of fat at the man’s side were so large that his arms could not hang normally by his side but almost stood straight out from his shoulders.  Arnold assumed that the man probably hadn’t seen his own cock in years, in fact, Arnold was almost tempted to see if there was a piece of string hanging between the guy’s legs.  As Arnold was sure, the guy must have the string tied around the head of his cock so he could pull it out too pee.  The guy's legs were so fat that his thighs hung over the tops of his knees.  Arnold thought the guy had to weigh a full metric tonne and wondered how he had the energy to stand up, let alone move about.  The guy was so grotesquely obese Arnold just wanted to throw up just from having to look at him.

While Arnold was marvelling at the sight of the man mountain in front of him, he failed to notice the whip in the man’s hand.  That is until he saw the man flick his arm with more speed than someone that fat had a right to be able to move with.  Arnold heard the crack of the whip nanoseconds before he felt pain erupting in his chest, followed quite closely by a burning sensation in his chest.  In fact, his chest felt like it was burning so much that Arnold looked down fully expecting to see flames coming out of his chest, but all he saw was the dirty great welt left by the whip.  Before he heard the scream being ripped from his lungs, Arnold looked back at the man just in time to see him seemingly, languidly, raise his fat arm, and again, amazingly to Arnold, he heard the whip crack, as it cut the air around it, and reach its zenith point.  Nanoseconds later, Arnold felt pain erupt in his chest again as it seems as though his chest was set on fire.  Arnold tried to watch the fat Chinese man as he seemed to wield the whip so effortlessly, that he seemed to hardly move.

Consequently, the only way Arnold knew that the grotesquely obese Chinese man had moved was when he felt his back erupting in pain, and the fire that seemed to consume his chest was now joined by another fire that seemingly wanted to consume his back as well.  But Arnold almost didn’t care as all it seems he could do was find the breath to scream

Arnold had no idea how long the grotesquely obese Chinese man whipped him for.  Nor did he realise when the whipping had stopped, and he had been released from his bonds and dumped unceremoniously over some kind of railing.  Arnold was vaguely aware of something heavy being laid over his back, the contact of which on his tender whipped flesh, caused Arnold to enter a whole other world of pain.  Arnold, hadn’t realised it but, he’d been praying that it would all just stop, and just when he thought he couldn’t feel worse than he did right now.  He felt someone pull his arse cheeks apart roughly, and some kind of blunt instrument probing for the opening of his anus.  Then, without any preamble, after it found the tight puckered hole of his anus, the blunt instrument began to put pressure in Arnold’s sphincter.  And while Arnold tried valiantly to prevent the invasion of his anus, he was totally unaware of the amount of weight that was behind the blunt instrument, if he had then Arnold would have realised that he had no hope of keeping it out of his very tight virgin arse hole.  In one fell swoop, the grotesquely obese Chinese forced his cock into Arnold’s incredibly tight, virgin arse hole.  Once again, Arnold screamed in pain as it felt as though his arse had been ripped open, and the pain from his sphincter added to the pain from Arnold’s torso, and Arnold sunk into a new world of pain.

Arnold was too far gone to feel the Chinese man’s cock sliding in and out of his virgin arse hole.  Arnold was too far gone to feel the Chinese man shoot his load of hot ropey cum up his hitherto virgin arse hole.  Arnold was too far gone to feel the Chinese slump onto him as the man’s knees went weak after he shot his load up Arnold’s arse.  Arnold wasn’t even aware that he could barely breathe with the full weight of the grotesquely obese Chinese on his pelvic region.  Arnold had almost passed out from lack of oxygen and the world of pain he was in, so he was in no state to even thank the obese fuckin’ Chinese for finally catching his breath and climbing off Arnold.  No, the only way Arnold knew that the Chinese man was finished was when he felt the man mountain pull him off the rail like he was some kinda rag doll he found lying around.  The fat Chinese man threw Arnold over some kinda table, but Arnold was vaguely aware of the odd, strange thought that he hadn’t done a good job, the stray thought ran around the inside of Arnolds’ endorphin-soaked brain, as he was aware that his head hung off the edge of the table.  Arnold felt something incredibly hot and sweaty, not to mention incredibly heavy being dropped on his back.  Which again made it incredibly hard to breathe, so much so, that Arnold had to open his mouth as wide as possible and he lay there panting as if his life depended on it.  Which it did incidentally.  Arnold vaguely felt a couple of fingers find his open mouth, only to be replaced by a flaccid blunt object that was being forced into his mouth.

The smell of Arnold’s shit on the Chinese man’s cock worked almost like smelling salts on Arnold, and he came too enough to try and spit the shit smeared cock out of his mouth.  But the grotesquely obese Chinese man was having none of that, and as he had the bulk of his fat on his side.  The fat Chinese man uttered the only work Arnold had ever heard him utter in all the time they’d been together when he could feel the man’s cock crammed into his very unwilling mouth.  “Suck”, and Arnold realising he had no other choice, sucked his first ever cock, but Arnold felt nothing but relief when the fat Chinese man finally pulled his mountains of fat off Arnold’s back and waddled out of the room.  Leaving a very naked, and spent, Arnold to finally allow the waves of darkness wash over him, and Arnold passed out.  This was Arnold’s introduction to life as a ‘prisoner/slave’.

Arnold was very rudely woken by someone throwing a bucket of ice-cold water over him.  Arnold woke with a jolt and rolled over onto his side as he coughed and hacked the water out of his mouth and throat.  Someone reached down and grabbed Arnold roughly by the hair, and without waiting for Arnold to compose himself, or even to get his legs underneath him, they began dragging Arnold from the room.  By the time they got to the door, mercifully Arnold had somehow managed to get his legs underneath himself, and he half stumbled, and half ran after the person who, so it felt to Arnold, was trying to rip his hair out by the roots.  As the person who was dragging Arnold along hadn’t made any allowances for Arnold to be now on his feet, Arnold had to stumble along behind them while being almost doubled over at the waist.  The floor was concrete, so by the time they reached their destination, Arnold’s feet were ice cold.  The only way Arnold had of knowing when they had reached their destination, was by his tormentor throwing him through a doorway. Consequently, Arnold fell sprawling on the floor.

Arnold could feel intense heat coming from somewhere in the room, as well as being able to hear someone pounding on metal.  As Arnold groggily got to his feet, he was met with the sight of a working forge, with a lot of other slaves wearing a wooden collar, and just as Arnold’s mind was able to make sense of the scene in front of his.  He was aware of something dropping past his face and could feel a very tight wooden collar fitted around his neck.  Arnold watched in horror as one of the other slaves had a metal band fitted around their neck and the blacksmith hammering in the rivets that cinched the collar closed, while the slave screamed.  Arnold watched as the other slaves were fitted with their collars one by one until it was his turn.

The wooden collars, so the Chinese-Australian government explained to the U.N., and to the population at large I might add, were there to absorb the heat that was emanating from the heated metal so that the ‘prisoner’ felt no pain.  The reality was, as Arnold soon found out, that the wooden collar absorbed precious little of the heat from the metal collar, and by the time the rivets were hammered closed the slaves had passed out from the heat.  So, now it felt to Arnold that his neck and head were on fire, literally, and Arnold passed out again, like most of the other slaves.  Once again Arnold was brought around by someone throwing a bucket of cold water over him, and again before he even had a chance to get his feet under him.  He was dragged from the room by his hair and led down the corridor and deposited into yet another room.

“Get up!” Was the two-word command that Arnold was given, and because he did not react fast enough, once again he was grabbed by the hair and the person who had barked to order at him.  Bodily lifted Arnold off the floor by his hair, with Arnold once again scrambling to get his feet under him to try and relieve some of the pressure off his poor aching head.  Which Arnold managed to do, just as his new tormentor flung him onto an ice-cold metal table.  “Get up there,” was the next command issued to Arnold, followed quite quickly with a jolt of electricity from a Taser.  Arnold yelped, and practically leapt up onto the table, if for no other reason than to get away from the Taser.

“Lay down,” was his next command, and without thinking about it, Arnold moved instantly to comply.  “On your back!  You fuckin’ useless slave,” his new tormentor said, which was quickly followed up by another jolt from the Taser.

Consequently, Arnold threw himself over so that he was on his back, Arnold had decided instantly that he’d do anything just to stay away from that Taser his new tormentor was so happy to use for any reason.

“Legs up here,” the guy growled at Arnold, and Arnold looked down in time to see his new tormentor indicate some leg stirrups that Arnold had had no time to notice.  As quickly as he could, Arnold lifted both legs at the same time and rested them in their respective stirrups which left Arnold’s genitals and anus very exposed, but Arnold surmised that that was the reason that they’d been used for.

Arnold heard a piece of metal being slapped down onto the trolley he was laying on, and as he thought he could hear some rattling, he assumed it must be a tray or a container of some description.  When Arnold heard his new tormentor put on a pair of gloves, Arnold started to get a sick feeling in his stomach.  “Hold,” was Arnold’s next command as his tormentor grabbed Arnold’s genitals and laid them back onto Arnold’s stomach.  Arnold then heard a high-pitched whining sound just before he felt something sharpish being rubbed over his perineum.  By the time Arnold worked out that it must be a pair of clippers shaving him, they were shut off.  Arnold next felt something cold, wet, and hairy being dragged across his perineum.  Arnold couldn’t suppress his sharp intake of breath when he felt the unmistakable feeling of cold, sharp steel being dragged across his perineum.  All Arnold could do was pray that the guy was good at what he was doing, as he really didn’t want to bleed to death.  Not trussed up like this.  How could he explain it to his family, his friends?  It was at that moment that Arnold realised that he would probably never see his friends or family ever again, not that he’d want to see them trussed up like this.

Arnold almost jumped when he felt something grab the skin of his perineum and pull on it a bit, followed quite quickly with a sharp sting like he’d just been given an injection.  Arnold realised that it couldn’t be a needle as he could feel something dull being forced through the skin.  Whatever it was, Arnold felt being pulled out, only to be replaced very shortly by something else equally dull being pushed back through the hole.  Which, Arnold could only assume was a metal object being pushed through the hole now, and the audible click that Arnold just heard confirmed his suspicion.

Having finished with Arnold’s perineum, Arnold’s tormentor got Arnold to grab his scrotum by roughly where the base of it would be, and pull the skin tight.  At first, Arnold had to hold it almost straight up, while his tormentor got the clippers and shaved the side of Arnold’s scrotum facing him.  When he was finished that side, he had Arnold hold his scrotum tight down between his legs, so that his tormentor could shave the other side.  When his tormentor had finished shaving Arnold’s nut sack, he set to shaving the rest of him, so First Arnold’s treasure trail vanished followed quite quickly by Arnold’s pubic bush.  When Arnold’s tormentor couldn’t find a single pubic hair left on Arnold anywhere.  He had Arnold rollover and get up on all fours so that he could shave Arnold’s arse, crack and hole, continuing down both of Arnold’s legs and even the tops of Arnold’s feet.  Arnold had never felt so exposed in his life.

Arnold’s tormentor told Arnold to stand up, and the rest of Arnold’s body hair disappeared under his tormentor’s razer.  To finish him off, Arnold’s tormentor had him kneel on the cold concrete floor while he ran the clippers over Arnold’s head, effectively giving him a very close crew cut.  When he felt the last of his hair disappear from the top of his head, Arnold thought that finally, his ordeal with this tormentor was over, but he’d guessed wrong.  Once again his tormentor ordered Arnold to lay on his back on the metal table, and when he was in position Arnold felt his arms legs and torso being strapped to the table.  Until Arnold realised that he could barely move.  Arnold felt his tormentor grab hold of his cock and insert something down his piss slit, but while Arnold was concerned what was going on, he still wasn’t prepared for the searing pain that erupted in his cock.  Arnold couldn’t help himself from swearing out loud, which got his face slapped by his tormentor.  Arnold could feel his tormentor pushing and prodding at his cock, then suddenly it seemed to be all over as his tormentor was releasing the straps that were tying him to the table.  A very relieved Arnold climbed down off the table that was until he looked down at his cock and saw something hanging out of his piss slit.  Arnold was just about to remonstrate with his tormentor when he suddenly remembered the face slapping he got the last time he opened his mouth.

He went to look up at his tormentor, but he’d already gone, so Arnold grabbed hold of his cock and had a good look at what his tormentor had actually inserted in his cock.  Arnold went to get up on the side of the table when he suddenly was reminded that something had been inserted in his perineum, but seeing the slaves tethered in the street he kind of knew what he was going to find.  Sure enough, he found a ring inserted into his perineum.  Arnold wasn’t sure if it was the loss of his freedom, his body hair, or the fact that now he had two piercings which tipped him over the edge, but he started to cry, and that was how the guards found him.  Standing by the table balling his eyes out.

The first thing Arnold felt when the guard found him was the growing familiar feeling of the jolt from one of their Tasers.  Arnold heard the zap of electricity nanoseconds before his legs gave out and he ended up on the floor.  When the electricity stopped scrambling his nervous system, Arnold wiped his arm across his face and shakily got to his feet.  For the moment Arnold forgot he’d just been pierced, that was until his cock left the floor and he felt the full weight of the jewellery pulling down to the ground, which made his cock feel as though it had just put on about twenty kilos.  Arnold made to cradle his cock that was before he saw the Taser in the guard’s hand heading towards him.  Arnold dropped his arms by his side again instantly.  The guards grabbed him roughly by the arms and pushed him out of the room.

Arnold stumbled along the corridor in front of his guards as he was trying to minimise the contact his legs had with his naked pierced cock, and without realising it, Arnold adopted the bowlegged walk that all the new slaves adopted.  All of which was accompanied by the giggles of the two guards walking behind Arnold.

When Arnold had reached the right doorway, he was told to stop and enter the room.  The room looked like it was a gym of some description.  As he stood and waited for his next instruction from his guards, Arnold noticed that there was nothing by treadmills and rowing machines in it with slaves using almost every one of them.  The guards left Arnold standing just inside the door until he was noticed by the only slave who wasn’t using one of the apparatus.  He indicated one of the free treadmills to Arnold and told him to jump on.  When the slave didn’t turn the machine on Arnold looked at him questioningly, “Just walk” was all the slave said to Arnold.  So, he began to walk, and slowly the panel on the treadmill began to light up.  “This is how they condition us to be able to walk or run all day without tiring too much.  It will increase your endurance so that you will be able to work all day.  While you are on any of these machines you will be generating electricity; you have to pay for your upkeep somehow while you are here, as well as working on your physical conditioning.  Now, because you have just been pierced, you will not be connected to the machine.” Arnold looked at the nearest other slaves and noticed that they had a wire that connected them to the machines they were on by their piercing.  “If you stop or fall below a required distance or speed, then all the electricity you have generated is sent back to you via the wire connected to your piercing.  That way they can ensure that you reach your quota.  Any questions? No. Good then get to it slave.”

With that, he slapped Arnold hard on the arse, which made him jump and Arnold started to walk on the treadmill, making it light up.  Arnold wasn’t connected to the treadmill, and he assumed that it was probably because his piercing was so new.  After being tied up in one position for so long, it felt good to be able to move, even if it was only on the spot on a treadmill, but he soon found that it made his cock ache with the weight of the barbell in his Prince Albert.  But Arnold thought better of complaining, particularly as he could see that all the guys near him all had Prince Albert piercings, so naturally, he assumed that they all had them.  As he couldn’t hear any of them complaining.  As he watched Arnold noticed that the other treadmills were raising up and down, which he assumed that it would mimic running up and down hills.

Arnold didn’t want to, but all he had to stare at was the guy’s butt in front of him, as the other guy ran on his treadmill, not that Arnold was gay, or anything, I mean he has checked out other guys crotches and arses, who hasn’t.  But it just felt wrong to Arnold, when the guy in front of him is buck naked, but Arnold reasoned with himself that he really had no choice other than to look at his arse.  Arnold had to admit that he was fascinated watching the sweat pouring down his back and disappearing into the guy’s arse crack, and watched it flowing down the guy’s legs.  Arnold found it very mesmerising, particularly as there was nothing else to look at.

Suddenly Arnold heard what sounded like a lightning strike somewhere in the room, and as he cautiously looked around the room, he saw a guy laying on his treadmill and rolling slowly on the spot as his treadmill slowed down and eventually stopped altogether.  “Don’t look,” someone hissed at him from behind, “they’ll punish anyone who tries to interfere or looks on.”  With that advice ringing in his ears, Arnold just snapped his eyes back to the front of the room just when the guards entered the room, and he went back to watching the sweat running down the guy in front of him.

By the time the guards came and told Arnold that he could stop running now, he was fucked, if he didn’t have the bar in front of him to hold onto, Arnold would have collapsed a long time ago.  He was taken into another room with rows and rows of bunk beds that were three high and was assigned a bunk.  He was taken through to another room and left in the care of another slave.  The slave asked Arnold how he was going, and Arnold admitted that he was pretty shell-shocked.  The slave laughed at him and told him to join the club, Arnold asked him why he was here, what was his ‘crime’?  “My crime, mate, like everyone else here, is that I’m an Australian and the Chinese want to prove their ‘mastery’ in the Pacific Rim Region.  And we were the only nation that could stand in their way.  That’s why anyone of us are here.”

The other slave fell into silence, so Arnold didn’t pester him with any other questions.  Arnold was just about to sit on the floor, as there was nowhere else to sit when a gong rang, and Arnold followed all the other slaves as they filed through another doorway.  It was a kitchen of some sorts, and Arnold joined the queue of all the rest as they were given a bowl of mush.  Arnold was just about to ask if that was all he was going to get when he noticed the guards standing behind the slaves dishing out the ‘muck’ to all the slaves, and thought better of it.  As there were no tables and chairs, Arnold found himself a spot on the ground and hunkered down, just like everyone else.  That was until the jewellery in his Prince Albert hit the floor and was pushed up into the new piercing in his cock, which made Arnold jump, and those slaves around him to laugh.  This time Arnold lowered himself down gently, and reached down and moved the jewellery so that it didn’t hit the floor and push up into his piercing.  Arnold vowed that if he ever got out of here, he’d never drink in public again.


Thanks for reading my little story.  Let me know what you think.

Bastian

by Bastian Ward

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