Enviro Regime

Thomas, best friend turned slave

It was 2090 and the world's infrastructure had shattered. The tiny natural disasters global warming caused eventually increased in scale to catastrophic heights, resulting in the current world leaders being overthrown by the Enviro Regime.

They put a globe shaking stop on most environment hurting industries. They toppled industry over industry and when citizens were piled in debt, they introduced human slavery, but to be subtle, it was called “Indenturism”. The Enviro Regime didn’t care about humans, they only cared about the Earth, just… to a fanatical degree.

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Present

Thomas was in a dark cell, they had kept fifty other eighteen to twentyish year-olds in here with him. They were all in rags, dressed in what once were expensive clothes. Now smeared with their own faeces. His dad had owned an empire of coal mines. Thomas was born with a silver spoon in this mouth.

But now he envied his younger brother who was seventeen at the time of the collapse. Any kids from a ‘ceased’ family under legal age were raised by the Enviro Regime. They thought ‘nurturing’ kids to care for the Earth would only be useful for younger people who were not set in their ways. Anyone over, well bad luck, into “Indenturism” you go, thrown away. Considered trash - only a liability to ‘Mother Earth’.

The biggest irony was that he and been an Environmentalist his whole life, yet no one cared, they labelled him a cancer to the Earth, all based on his father’s occupation.

“Case 180,” a guard opened the door and called.

Two muscular men suddenly grabbed Thomas up by his broad shoulders and dragged him to the makeshift court right outside.

“Case 180, case of Thomas Elms, temporary indenture, until his crimes against Earth are quantified the final sentence is postponed, court date is set one week from now, next!”

Just like that, they sentenced him to one week of being some’s plaything, he did not get a say in it or get to defend himself. There were just too many ‘runts’ of capitalists running around wanting to destroy “Mother Earth”.

He didn’t have hope of them even trying to get the truth about him. He would probably be forgotten in the pile, baselessly indentured for life, by a lazy judge. Thomas held back tears.

He was dragged and stripped by enforcers and taken through a human carwash, a collective pit where they dumped cold collected rainwater on us, it was environmentally sustainable, no harmful soaps were used, they were roughly cleansed by recycled sponges. One of the cleaner guys, paid special attention to Thomas’ penis. It was eight inches flaccid, and thirteen erect. It was quite possibly the only good thing Thomas had left in this world. The muscular man retracted his foreskin roughly using his jagged hard sponge on to rub Thomas’s tip clean, it was excruciating, a pain circumcised guys could never know. The rules were to have his hands behind his back and compliance was strictly forced on ‘Earth hater spawn’.

“That’s a nice dick boy, but if my slave had a cock bigger than mine, I’d chop it off,” the asshole cleaner said to Thomas, laughing haughtily. Soon the other cleaner thugs joined in, as he roughly bent Thomas over scrubbing his asshole with the Same callousness he showed Thomas’s mushroom tip.

The plump cleaner even shoved it halfway inside Thomas, just to satisfy his animalistic need to insert his manhood over a male threatening it.

However, he wasn’t as bothered with the sponge penetration than the castration talk, the man had just spewed. That was g-going to happened wasn’t it? They would take away the one he had left. Fresh hot tears came out of Thomas’ eyes as the sponge left his rectum, “You’re lucky you’re a temp slave boy, otherwise I would have taken you right here,” the guard whispered in his ear.

“But I’ll tell ya what lad, I’ll come to your sentence next week. Maybe I could snatch you up for cheap, huh! Your temp master would have gotten bored of your ass by then, sloppy seconds are a right bargain. I’d then castrate ya, get your huge pipe here stuffed and mounted on my wall so I can pound your cunt while teasing your new clit hole,” the genuinely psycho guy kept whispering horrific shit in Thomas’s ear on his tippy toes – of course the fat fuck was shorter than him. Currently buy shoving his stubby finger as far up Thomas’s butt as it would go.

“Oi, Ron no testing the slaves – Ahem – the indentures. We’d have to reimburse the master you piece of shit! That one already has a deposit on him.” A supervisor poked his head out of a window shouting at the batshit insane guy, or Ron, apparently.

Wait, hold up. Someone already bought him?! Fuck. He knew what a deposit meant, a large sum of money which guaranteed the temp master permanent ownership of the slave, should it be sentenced to be an indenturement for life. Aw shit.

Temp slaves with deposits on them were delivered to their masters. All of them were herded into their separate cages. Females getting tied to their cage by their neck leash and males getting by tied with their cock leash. Which by the way wrapped about a boy’s cock and balls, causing extreme discomfort when tugged (a feature by design).

It was created to quickly disarm a male indenture should they overpower their master; they would violently yank on the leash and the indenture would be immobilised.

Thomas was on all fours uncomfortably throughout the ride. They stopped a couple of times before it was Thomas’ number.  

“180.” the driver called. The delivery man looked for Thomas’s cage and picked him up with a special trolley. The guy wheeled Thomas’s tall body crouching painfully and naked in the small cage and stopped in front of a house. One that Thomas recognised.

“Alex.”

The mansion belonged to Thomas’ best friend. Alex. Maybe there was hope. 

Alex’s dad opened the door looking down at Thomas, who was naked and leashed in his cage. He double taked at the size of Thomas’ donkey cock.

“Haa, what am I going to do with that boy! He’s going to blow his trust fund buying junk online. You’re looking for the back door - Alex lives in the studio apartment.” With that Alex’s dad shut the door. Thomas was humiliated, to be dismissed by an adult he had grown up with. Fuck it stung. Derek was an asshole; he hoped his Alex was still the Same.

The delivery man knocked the at the studio apartment’s entrance. The man had to cut through big, manicured lawns. Behind the mansion to get to a smaller cottage. Alex opened the door in his shorts and looked at the cage. Signing for it he just slotted Thomas’s cage in the corner and went about his business.

Thomas could not believe it. He shouldn’t have gotten his hopes up.

Adjusting to his new reality, his remaining naivety seeped out of him. He stayed silent, in his cage like he was supposed to. At least if he was going to be someone’s slave, it was Alex. He had always had a crush on Alex. He had a slightly shorter frame, angular face with sharp jawline, topped with curly blonde hair.

Three hours had passed, and Thomas was cold, hungry, cramped, and desperately needed to relieve himself.

“Master, master! I need to pee,” Thomas said in a deep voice.

Alex hearing that answered to the person on the line, “Yeah, I’ll call you back, my new slave needs to leak, yeah, yeah, I’m naming it Clit. Yeah, exactly hahaha,” cutting off the call Alex walked barefoot up to Thomas’s cage, let’s get you to go wee wee Clit. He patted Thomas’s hair like he was patting a dog.

“Clit?” Thomas asked.

“Yeah, it’s what you’ll have after I permanently remove that abnormally large cock of yours. You don’t need that, its wasted on you. All you need to be is a warm cock sleeve for my dick.”

Thomas couldn’t believe, these words were coming out of Alex’s mouth.

“No,” Thomas whispered.

“Oh, yes you’re mine now Clitty,” Alex laughed holding Thomas down when he was about to stand up.

“What are you doing? Dogs aren’t supposed to stand,” Alex asked.

“Going to the bathroom, Master?” Thomas said busting his bare chest pressed against the Alex’s carpet, as he felt Alex’s beautiful barefoot firmly holding him down.

“That’s for humans, not slaves, you’re going outside on all fours like the slave you are,” Alex said, shoving his feet into his sport shoes, next to his other discarded shoes littered around the cage.

It was fitting that Clit stayed were he kept his shoes. Taking a hold of the leash, he opened the front door right next to the cage, it was a studio apartment so there was only one massive room, where bed, kitchen and a small sitting space was. Clit’s cage was always visible to Alex unless he went to the bathroom.

Opening the door, the frigid air hit Thomas especially hard since he was naked. Alex tugged his leash casually walking Thomas around their closed off grounds, they had complete privacy as the nearest neighbour lots were at least a 10-minute drive away.

Thomas had to work hard to keep up with Alex’s fast pace, he wasn’t used to going on all fours, especially not when he was busting and his penis kept experiencing jolts of pain from the harsh tugs of his cock leash.

“Hey son! Make sure to take a baggie if it shits on my lawn!” Alex heard his dad, Derek shouting from his master bedroom balcony.

“I will dad,” he replied.

Increasing Thomas’s humiliation. It was brutal on Thomas because Derek was a good looking dude. The man had Alex young and still had a boyish face on a man’s body, it was extremely hot, but Thomas decided not to think like that, the douche just called him an it. And talked about putting his turds in a fucking baggie!

Leading Thomas to a tree, Alex pointed at the trunk, “Go here, Boy.”  

Busting and having no other choice Thomas gave it a go, he lifted his right thigh as high as he could, but he just could not get his cock pointing towards the trunk.

It was just too heavy, gravity wanted it to point straight down.

Alex noticing his predicament muttered “I gotta potty train him now, too?”

He lifted Thomas’s thigh even higher, to the point Thomas flipped over and fell on his back. “Ah fuck, this is why slaves shouldn’t have big cocks!”

With that Thomas was ordered to get in position again. Alex told him to lift his leg up, which Thomas did, it was then that Thomas felt a cold hand on his penis, it was his master physically holding his dick, retracting his foreskin for him, and pointed it towards the tree.

Humiliating as it is to have your master, who is was also your crush hold your dick for you as you piss outside quite literally like a dog while his hot dad watched out the window, Thomas found it quite erotic.

Thomas let go of his yellow stream. It flowed for a solid five minutes. When he was done, Alex’s hand was still on his dick and he immediately started getting a massive erection.

Alex felt his slave’s dick get hard in his hand to the point his hand couldn’t fully wrap around Thomas’ girth.

“Put that thing away,” Alex angrily said and kicked Clit right in the balls. The slave quite satisfactorily yelped in pain.

With that Alex, lead Thomas back to his cottage. All the while planning emasculating things for his slave.

Derek watched this drama go down on his lawn. His cock was rock hard from seeing Thomas’ horse cock loudly slapping against his thighs as the poor boy was forcefully led to his master’s cottage.