No Use to Society

James had never met another person who had the same extremist views as himself. Usually people didn’t like illegal immigrants and the detrimental role that they played on society. Usually people agreed with him that they added no real value to British society. But he had never met anyone who had the same singlemindedness and determination to eradicate them from society as Matt appeared to do. James ran his finger around the top of his pint glass and contemplated if this was the person he had been seeking. If he felt confident enough to show Matt what no-one else had seen. If Matt would like what he saw, and not go to the authorities. With Matt on board, James could step up his operation. He could increase his productivity and his profit. It was all well and good to have a 100% profit on everything he produced, but he needed an overseer who would push those profits to higher and higher levels. He felt sure that Matt would be the man to help him do it.

It was an hour later. James and Matt were driving through the heart of England in James’s battered old range rover. The picture postcard setting of the English countryside, rolling hills as far as the eye could see under the dark rain cloud of an Autumn afternoon. Only the sound of the windscreen wipers punctuated the silence as James contemplated if he should warn Matt of what he was about to see. He had told him already that he went out into the streets of London to actively seek out illegal immigrants. That he selected only those men who were young, desperate for money, fit enough to work hard. That he worked them so that they could contribute in a meaningful way to British society. And that their idea of the golden opportunities to be made from the British taxpayer were soon revealed as a pipe dream to them: their reality in working for James was very different.

Matt wanted to see it for himself. He didn’t know the full reality of life for the illegal immigrants in James’s employment. But, as the range rover drove under the mechanised gates of James’s estate, he realised that James was a man of considerable wealth and land.

The rain dissipated as the two men exited the range rover and walked towards a large cinder block building, located behind the manor house in which James lived. James smirked to himself as he considered that Matt was about to discover his secret. At last he had a kindred spirit who could share in his world and understand the reasons for his activities. He approached the computer keypad and typed in the six digit code that opened the heavy metal door to his factory. “Welcome to my world!” he smirked, leading Matt inside the cold and damp building.

Matt had expected an office. A reception area. Instead, he was confronted with a bare concreted room. Its only adornment a shower in one corner. James walked briskly through the cold, dark room and reached a second heavy door. With a further punch to the keypad, he stepped through the door into an inner chamber. Matt walked in behind his host and the door closed behind them. With a whir, Matt felt a ceiling fan creak into action and bright fluorescent lights lit up the scene before him.

At first glance, the room looked like a prison block. Matt stood at one end a long central passage. The floor was again concrete, with drains at either side of the central passage.

“I’d like you to meet our illegal friends Matt,” James smiled and motioned Matt towards the first cell. Matt walked towards the dimly lit bars of the first cell and peered inside. His mouth dropped open as he stared at the creature inside the cell.

The cell itself was not long enough to allow its occupant to stretch out. The man inside sat in the corner of the cell, his legs hunched up before him. James produced a long cane from the wall next to the cell and wordlessly prodded the inhabitant of the cell. With a yelp and a start, the man stood up before his captor and spread his legs as far as his chains would allow. Matt looked at him in amazement.

The man inside the cell was stark naked. Of Eastern European descent, his head had been shaved down to a stubble and his pubic hair had been shaved away, making him look young, vulnerable and subhuman. The miserable young creature looked pitifully at Matt, and Matt stared at the large “1” which was tattooed both on his forehead and his chest. He stared at the boy’s face and stepped closer to look at the contraption locked on his face. A metal ring through his nostrils pulled down his septum and was attached to a further heavy ring pierced through his tongue. The result was that he was unable to speak, his tongue pulled out of his mouth and upwards, rendering him a mute and an animal. Matt smiled. This young man had experienced the removal of his humanity. He was not going to trouble the British people: he was nothing more than an animal, a piece of cattle.

James smiled as he recognised Matt’s excitement. He resisted from making any comments and drank in the humiliation of his animal slave. He recognised a flicker of hope in the animal, as it saw another human being for the first time in over a year. Other than its fellow animals, it had not seen anything new in twelve months. Certainly not a free person. Matt continued to examine the body of the animal in front of him, moving his eyes over the heavy metal collar around the animal’s neck down to the animal’s shaved genitals.

James beckoned the slave to approach the bars and it did so quickly, afraid to incur the wrath of its owner. Only too aware of the consequences of doing this. With a smile, he reached inside and pulled the slave next to the bars by its imprisoned penis.

“The filthy animals used to wank themselves off when I wasn’t looking. Suppose it was inevitable being kept permanently naked and no access to any sexual stimulation. So I decided to take away that possibility: doesn’t interfere with their work any more.,” James stated in a matter-of-fact way, before encouraging Matt to explore the slave’s genitalia with his hands.

Matt gripped the slave’s penis and felt how stretched it was. He realised that the dampness of the penis was because the slave had pissed itself and he looked down in disgust at the shit running down the back of the slave’s legs. The head of its penis was adorned with a heavy metal ring which reached inside the piss slit of the animal. This heavy ring was then embedded deeply into the animal’s flesh, using its belly button as an anchor point. The result was that the animal’s cock was stretched permanently upwards, flat against its stomach.

Matt looked deep into the eyes of the animal as he explored its penis. He felt his own cock lurch inside his trousers as he noticed the utter dejection and humiliation of the animal before him. As he watched tears sting the corner of its eyes, and heard the heavy chains around its ankles. The slave raised itself on tiptoes, trying to avoid the pain of its penis being stretched too far.

Sergey had long given up any notion that he remained a human being. He had come to England to find money for his family. To work hard and return home rich so that his son could be given an education. He was only 20 and his wife and 2 year old son were no doubt desperate for some news of him. He didn’t know how long he had been an animal, but it was months. Probably over a year. All he knew was that his cruel owner had taken everything from him. Everything. His humanity and his life. And now he had lost all hope. His life as a free man was over. He knew that escape was impossible. He accepted that he was destined to spend the rest of his life in abject misery, living as a naked slave inside this prison. He stood naked before the two free men and hung his shaved head in shame.

Matt turned to James and smirked. “How many of these have you got?”

“Twenty two.”

“Fuck man. Awesome.”