No Use to Society

Dan had succeeded. Both James and Matt lay twitching on the floor, unable to offer any resistance to him now. He had been victorious. Shaking with adrenaline, he dropped the electric cattle prod to the ground, where it rolled against the unconscious James’s body. He wiped the sweat from his brow, and sighed with relief. The silence held in the room, and the slaves reeled in shock at what had just happened. Unable to communicate in any way, each slave stood still and tried to comprehend what they had just seen. Tried to consider the possibility that their ordeal was over. Whip in hand, Dan turned to face the naked animals before him. He stared at the semi-human creatures in disbelief, finding it difficult to comprehend that these were men like himself. Stark naked and manacled in chains, he looked at their filthy bodies and shaved heads. They appeared to be animals, mere beasts in their naked humility. Filthy, unwashed creatures as naked as the day that they were born. He considered how any young virile man like himself would allow himself to have his penis clamped against his stomach in such a way, or his tongue chained to his nose. And yet they were obviously fit young men. Every one with chiselled bodies and not an ounce of fat on their torsos and legs.

Dan had never trusted Nate’s uncle James. He had always found that there was something odd about him. Something not quite right. True, he had been influenced to feel this way by Nate himself who found his uncle a little too tactile towards him. A creep. A little too interested in Nate’s body. Nate had caught his uncle checking out his body and always found it distasteful. Sure, James was masculine and fairly good looking, but Nate had always suspected he was a queer. When Nate had disappeared, there was always a nagging doubt at the back of Dan’s mind. A nagging mistrust of James. And when he had met up with James only days before, Dan was disturbed by the look in James’s eyes when he spoke of Nate. It was not a look of distress or worry at his nephew’s disappearance. There was something odd. Dan felt that “uncle” James knew something that he wasn’t divulging. Dan had to find out where his friend was. He had to check that James was not somehow involved in Nate’s disappearance. He resolved to pay James an unannounced visit.

And so Dan turned up at James’s isolated farm. A search of the farmhouse was futile and it was only when he began to investigate the outbuildings that he heard the noises. Undetected, he had watched the operation from a hidden corner. He had watched open-mouthed as James had used men as naked beasts. He watched James’s casual use of the whip on the naked animals. He had stared at the subhuman creatures toiling naked in chains, and his blood had turned to ice as he considered that one of those animals was probably his friend Nate.

Now Dan stood and faced the naked slave animals and a mild panic struck him. What should he do next ? He watched the dull eyes of the creatures before him, and wondered who these creatures could be. Where had they come from ? He scanned the room for a sign of his friend Nate. Yet all of the slave animals looked identical in their filthy misery. He found it hard to accept that Nate could be here.

Nate’s heart was pumping furiously as he looked at the victorious Dan. His friend and saviour. He would be saved from slavery, his eyes misting over and his hands shaking at the thought of gaining a freedom that he would never have thought possible. Over the past few months, he had moved away from a position of waiting to be freed by his uncle. At first he had thought that his uncle would relent and set him free, when he had taught him a lesson. With time, he realised that this would never happen. He was truly an animal in every way. He had given up any possibility that he could ever become a free man again. He had been forced to resign his mind to eternal slavery. Nate had grown accustomed to his slavery, with no right to speak or touch his penis. He had grown accustomed to shitting down the back of his legs, and had been forced to learn to accept the heavy metal collar bolted in place around his neck. He had been naked for months, eating animal food. He had not even been given an opportunity to place his cold and numb tongue inside his mouth for months. He felt his tongue tingle at the thought that he could soon have it unchained and even be allowed to speak like a man. He ached for freedom. To have his life back again. To be a man. Cautiously, Nate stepped forward towards his friend. His manacled legs edging slowly closer to the freedom and familiarity that Dan represented.

Dan stared open-mouthed as one of the slaves started moving towards him. He jumped as another slave moved at the side of him. Quickly, he resolved that he needed to take charge of the situation and with a cry of disapproval and also of fright, he lashed the whip against the ground. The slave in front of him was only a few metres away, and it stopped and stared at Dan. Dan stared back into the creature’s eyes. He did not see the eyes of his friend though, he saw the lean muscular body of a slave creature, an inhuman animal that could not be his friend.

“Sit down!” Dan shouted. “Now.”

The creatures appeared to not understand Dan at all, and for a second he really believed that they could not even be human beings. That they really were dumb animals.

Dan motioned for the slaves to sit down and was amazed now at how quickly the creatures followed his command. Silently, they sat their naked bodies down on the cold floor, a mixture of fear and respect for Dan in their sunken eyes. All except for the slave in front of him, who held out his hands in some form of gesture. Dan cracked the whip on the floor again, and the animal’s sad eyes locked with his own. It stretched out its arms and appealed to Dan. Almost as if it knew him, as if it was a fellow man like him. And then, frightened and defeated, it sat down quickly.

Nate trembled in fear and cold as he hunkered down with his fellow captives on the floor, his bare and lean buttocks against the cold concrete. He shifted his manacled and filthy feet in front of him and looked up at Dan. His shrivelled penis pulled taut against his chiselled and lean body and his heavy metal collar chafing against his neck. Nate sobbed internally as he understood that his former best friend did not recognise him. His body was now a muscular slab of pure muscle and meat, having been transformed into animal hide through lack of human food and enforced exercise. His chiselled body was different from the image of a free boy that he had presented to his former friend the last time that they had seen each other, many months ago. He had no means of revealing who he was, his tongue cruelly chained outside of his mouth and rendering him mute. Nate would have to hope for some recognition. Some means for Dan to see beyond the animal that he had become, and see the man underneath. Surely he still retained some humanity. Surely Dan would see beneath the dirt, the grime, the chains and exposed flesh.

Looking around, Dan noticed a large bare and empty room to his right, with a heavy iron door. He needed to take control of this situation, and get these creatures out of the way whilst he sorted out the next steps. Pointing to the room and shouting “IN”, he motioned the slaves inside this room, before pulling the heavy iron door across and locking it securely from the outside. Alongwith the other naked beasts, the naked Nate scurried helplessly across the floor and was herded inside. Like the other naked beasts, Nate flinched at the sound of Dan’s whip. Nate’s mind – unaccustomed to having any need to think – struggled to comprehend the enormity of what was happening. Was freedom in sight ? Was their nightmare of slavery finally over ?

Dan stared inside at the naked flesh of the slave creatures, over twenty men as young and fit as himself chained up naked inside. All of their handsome yet gaunt faces looking up expectantly at him in misery. With the naked slaves locked inside a large cell together, Dan turned around to the clothed James and Matt, still unconscious on the floor. It was time to sort things out.