No Use to Society

Matt languished on his high stool, looking down at the activities before him. A host of twenty two naked animals, formerly young men, working silently in slavery under the whip of his friend James. James had definitely found a new way of treating illegal immigrants that made Matt happy inside. No longer would these illegals sponge from his tax money, from the country and from his hard earned wages. They were better off as naked animals, destined to eternal slavery in chains. Not even allowed the freedom to play with their penis. Matt reached inside his trousers and stroked his own engorged penis. He chuckled as he thought of fucking the young teenager Nathaniel later that evening, Nathaniel naked and helpless as his free cock plowed deep inside the young boy’s arse.

Below his balcony, Matt watched the naked animals scurrying around. Mute in their chains, they worked ceaselessly. Each one assigned a menial task in transforming vegetables from a raw produce into a ready-for-sale item. No slacking off or taking breaks for these animals. Each knew his simple role and carried it out with an urgency that reflected the desperation to avoid punishment. To avoid the heavy bullwhip that James carried menacingly in his hands.

Outside the factory doors, Matt watched the incessant rain as it poured over the glistening naked bodies of the slaves. He noticed the shivering of the former jock boys, as they carried in the armfuls of carrots and potatoes, backwards and forwards from the pile in the field into the factory. He laughed at their awkward gait, jogging along in their ankle chains through the muddy field and inside through the factory doors, depositing the vegetables before turning and running out again. A stream of eight naked men, helpless in slavery and freezing in the winter rain. Hours of their day spent in an endless monotony of running that could easily have been avoided had the tractor been driven for a few minutes more to the factory gate.

But James did not use machinery when slaves were cheaper. It cost nothing to have these slaves working endlessly for him. Their only cost was the food to make them survive: food that was ultimately only a mushed form of the vegetables that the slaves themselves planted and harvested for him. An endless conveyor belt of profits for James, and an endless life of humble misery for his animals.

Outside the doors, a pile of potatoes skidded across the ground as an exhausted slave stumbled in the thick mud of the field and landed face down in the thick, cold mud. Matt chuckled as he watched James lash the animal’s back with his whip, watching as the animal collected every potato from the ground and continued its toil. The creature was caked in thick mud and Matt noticed the tears and drool from its mouth as it continued its toil, no mercy from James. It dare not beg for forgiveness. It dare not scream for mercy. Like a frightened animal, it continued its work. Desperate to escape torture.

Across the factory floor, the slaves worked silently in their misery. Washing and scrubbing, peeling and then processing the vegetables into packaging. No-one spoke of course, none of them ever released for even a second from their eternal misery. Naked animals, working relentlessly for the profit of their owner. No prospect of ever attaining freedom from their eternal slavery. A day of silent work, before a night locked in their cells. No release from constant humiliation and degradation.

Matt smirked at the scene before him. Perfection. A system of slavery that had already made James rich and would also make him rich. He would help James to build up more slaves, to turn more human beings who were no use to society into beasts of burden. An empire of human animals to serve the economy and make them rich.

Matt stretched his arms into the air and savoured the thought. Savoured the absolute power that he held over these animals. And with a sickening crunch, he felt his insides burn before he crumpled to the floor in agony.

Staring up, he saw a fully dressed young man above him, the blue electricity from his cattle prod charging the air as he frowned at Matt, convulsing at his feet. Confused and dazed, he closed his eyes and felt the vomit rise in his throat.

On the factory floor, no one noticed that Matt was not sitting watching them. The slaves were too occupied in their silent misery, shivering in the cold and working relentlessly. If the slaves noticed the dark figure creeping through the shadows towards their Master, as he stood in the doorway of the factory, no-one made a sound. As the cattle prod burned into his spine, James had no warning. He crumpled to the ground and his face landed on the cold concrete.

Triumphant, Dan stood behind James and wrenched the whip from James’s fingers. Standing in the silence, he turned to the dazed slaves. The moment settled. The silence lasted. The slaves froze and dared not hope that this was real.

And only Nathaniel recognised his former friend. Nathaniel, the English teenager and now naked slave beast, stared at his friend in astonishment. His heart lurched as he thought of what he had become. He looked at his abused naked body, at the shit covering his bare skin. For the first time in months, Nathaniel thought of freedom. He thought of a life beyond slavery. Could it be possible that he would attain freedom ? Would Dan even recognise him? Startled and with a hesitating step, he stumbled forward towards his friend. Towards freedom.