Project 2050

"Ladies, gentlemen, the world population is now unsustainable, and drastic measures are required to reduce it humanely. To this end, Professor Ustinov has been working on a radical solution. One which will allow us to maintain the best breeding stock and gene pool  and breeding out undesirable characteristics without resorting to draconian methods." The Chairman waved to the man at his side, "Professor, please explain your proposal."

"Mr. Chairman, thank you." The professor rose and took his place at a podium. "The solution we have found is a radical one, and it may, initially, meet resistance from some religious leaders, but I believe these can be dealt with." He put up a slide on the huge screen. "World population has now exceeded 15 billion and is still rising. Already we are seeing massive ecological damage in the poorer parts of the world and mass migration from them is increasingly threatening stability elsewhere." He changed the slide. "Our studies of population control among animals revealed the fact that the vast majority control their numbers by the simple expedient of selective breeding among the males. The majority of male animals do not breed." He smiled at his audience as a sigh rippled through them. "Those that do not, often practice complete abstinence, or, more commonly, a form of homosexual activity. Our study has focussed on this and we have now perfected the means by which we can screen a boy's DNA to find the best genetic strains for the genepool and a way to alter the genes of the remainder to turn them into homosexuals."

There was uproar for several minutes.

"The alternative before us," the chairman shouted, pounding his gavel, "Is a cull of male children! That is even less acceptable!"

Slowly a semblance of order returned to the conference room and the professor resumed his presentation.

"The population can be managed down to a sustainable level, estimated at around four billion, and with careful selection, the overall gene pool can be improved and maintained." He paused as a new slide appeared. "In several trials conducted over the last twenty years we have found several benefits for society as a whole. The first is that with less population pressure there tends to be less conflict and less competition between individuals. Bullying among children has all but vanished in some of the inner city areas now that heterosexual boys are a minority, typically around 10%." He let this sink in and the murmuring subside. "We have also found that giving those boys switched to same sex preference enjoy a small benefit over their hetero companions makes the reorientation desirable for a majority. Their genitalia develop to a degree that causes envy, with the penis in particular averaging a flaccid length of eight inches and an impressive girth." He smiled. "As you may imagine, erect it is even more impressive." He waited for the nervous laugh to subside and smiled. "I can tell you none of the boys subjected to this trial have complained once they've discovered the benefits." 

This raised a further laugh and he waited until this settled before continuing with a superficial explanation of the manner in which certain genes were 'switched' and the manner in which this was achieved. "The key lies in the production of certain hormones and in the pheromone receptors that help us select sexual partners. By reprogramming a boy's pheromone production we make him attractive to other males, and, of course, make other males attractive to him. This is, in part, achieved by a small genetic change which reprocesses his natural testosterone into progesterone." He smiled. "That produces a pheromone that repels females, but attracts other males." He let this sink in and decided not to mention the other effect, which was a raised libido and a predisposition to the development of some form of fetish.

"Other benefits of the program for everyone include increased immunity to a range of diseases." He enumerated the many other benefits that would flow, eventually, from adoption of this program, not least the conservation of the planet's resources, the reduction of the threat of conflicts and stability. 

When he sat down the Chairman invited the delegates to study the material before them and fielded a number of questions. Finally he called a vote.

"It was a qualified success, Secretary General." The Chairman smiled. "However, we got the vote we wanted. Now our agents can step up their campaigns at national level." He handed over the Conference documentation and the minutes. "Now all we need is for the Security Council to declare this an Approved Global Security Directive."

"There will be resistance from a number of religious groups."

"Yes, particularly in the Middle East I expect." The Chairman shrugged. "Our people are already at work to isolate and undermine the religious leaderships likely to cause problems. It will take time, and there may be bloodshed, but it is well in hand." He spread his hands. "It is the only way we can save humanity and the planet, reason must prevail." He smiled again. "Bribery also works in some areas. Some of the most overpopulated areas are already showing the reductions we need thanks to the trials we were able to set up in them." He laughed. "Promise a dictator what he thinks he wants and he agrees to anything."

The Secretary General smiled. "Indeed. And, if they prove unreliable, they can always be removed." He pulled the file toward him. "I don't anticipate a problem with the Security Council. After all, we have worked to get our people into key posts on every delegation, and we already have the support of almost a third of national governments." He laughed. "The rest will follow when the benefit becomes apparent, and those that don't, well, they rely on imported food. It will not be difficult to ensure it brings a change of heart. I think Project 2050 will prove to be a turning point in human history." He stood and extended his hand. "Well done, I knew you were the perfect man for the job, now we have a beginning. Within a generation we will have a new 'norm' in society and we will no longer be a minority afraid of ridicule and persecution." 

The Chairman accepted the handshake and laughed. "Yes, and we'll have had the satisfaction of having saved the planet from overpopulation as well." He walked to the door. "A pity I'm no longer young. I'd like to have lived in the society which I feel sure will arise from this."

The Secretary General nodded. "Indeed. What a prospect, a world society in which Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual and Transsexualism is the norm. What a triumph it will be."

Second of October, my birthday. This year, 2144, my eighteenth to be precise, and I waited a little impatiently in the clinic with Rod, one of my 'parents', for my turn with the Project 2050 panel. The process had started four years earlier, when I had hit puberty and, according to the law, been tested, and given the first of a series of injections, now I was scheduled for the next stage, the final selection. If I was selected as a 'breeder' I knew I would immediately be removed to one of the breeder farms. Some guys seemed to think that was a desirable outcome, I didn't, I wanted to stay with Rod and Clive and be like them.

I was also aware that there was a growing resistance to the Project as it was called. Some parents were actually hiding their sons and trying to prevent them from being included. In parts of the world, there were civil wars being fought, and in the Middle East a full on war had been won in the early years with the almost total collapse of the religion there. Even so, as we learned at school, the casualties had been horrendous. It was a well known fact that most children born today anywhere in the world, were conceived at special breeding centres, and often fostered or adopted - as I was - by couples who raised us as their own. My 'family' was a typical example, though my friend Dennis had Lesbian parents. There was no doubt that the 'Project' was successful. The world population had been halved in less than a hundred years and the natural ecology was recovering. War - except where there was resistance to the Project, was almost unknown and even crime was falling fast, largely a result of further genetic engineering.

"Nervous, Pat?" Rod asked gently, ruffling my hair.

I grinned at him. "Nah." Then a thought occurred to me. "Will I have a choice? I mean, what if they decide I've got the genes they want?"

He chuckled. "Unlikely, kid, we've been over this a couple of times." He patted my thigh. "You've nothing to worry about. Just answer their questions, you'll get the shots and we'll head home to enjoy your party." The door opened and another boy emerged, a big smile on his face as he walked quickly to his parent. The queue counter clicked over on the bank of indicators. "Your number, Pat. Room 5." Rod kissed my cheek. "Good luck."

"Thanks." I stood now very nervous, and walked to the door with the flashing '5' on it.

"Strip and leave your clothes on the chair." The attendant was male and young. He smiled. "Nervous? Don't worry. There's some water over there, have a small drink, it helps." 

"Thanks," I stammered, then quickly stripped. I blushed as I realised that, as was happening more frequently now that I'd reached late puberty, my dick was stiffening with excitement. I accepted a drink of water and sipped gratefully, trying to hide my embarrassment.

"OK, now, let's make sure we have your details right. What's your ID number?"

“Two-one-two-six-five-zero-zero-four-zero-zero-one-zero-zero-two”

"Uh huh. OK." He turned the screen. "Your birthday today. Congratulations." He flashed me a bright smile. "A day to remember. Check the details, have we got your name and everything else right?"

I checked, they certainly had a lot on me - including my grades at school, my teacher's reports and, of course, the medical assessment and gene data. "What does that mean - R1(b)1(b) hap 3?"

"Just the population group and sub group you're part of. It means you're of European origin." He smiled. "Ready?" He indicated my erection. "Don't worry about that. They see plenty of them. OK, the panel is through there, they have all this data in front of them. They like to take a close look at the candidates, so just stand where they tell you and answer the questions they ask."

I gulped. "OK, thanks." I opened the door and walked into the adjoining room to face four men and a woman seated in a semi-circle.

"Welcome, Patrick." The person at the centre of the arc of seats smiled. "Relax, we aren't going to eat you." The woman seemed to be in charge, and I guessed, from the way she spoke and moved, that she was a Lesbian. "Just stand on the mat in front of you with your legs a little apart so we can see you properly." She waved to the others. "We are all doctors, two genetic biologists, one medical and two psychiatrists. It's our job to select the candidates for the Breeder Farms - about 2% of those we see - boys and girls." She smiled. "Do you hope to be selected?"

I shook my head. "No, Doctor. I want to stay with my family."

They laughed. "A nice straight answer, but you do know that it is a great honour and privilege to be selected? That you'll be kept in luxury for life?"

I nodded. "I heard that, but I also heard you make the breeders train and work very hard all the time they aren't resting."

They glanced at each other. One of the men asked, "So you think life is much easier if you're not a breeder?"

"No, sir, but I think it might be nicer to be with my friends and family."

Several nodded. "OK, though, of course, you'd have different friends and a family on the farm."

"Yes, sir."

"You understand that, as part of our assessment, we have to establish whether you wish to change gender if you are not selected?" The question came from the only other woman, who I now saw was a Transsexual.

"Yes, ma'am." I grinned nervously. "I think I'd like to stay a guy, ma'am."

They laughed, and the lady smiled. "You could be both, you know, a shemale. The choice is yours if we don't select you."

"Yes, ma'am." I shook my head. "I want to be male, ma'am."

She smiled. "Of course." She indicated the screen to her right. "Your assessment suggested as much, but I have to check."

The man next to her stood and moved closer. "Now, I need to check a few things. It will mean taking a few measurements and examining your genitals." The man walked round me. "Just relax, this will not take long." He smiled as he moved closer, taking several instruments from his pocket. "Open wide, I need to check your throat."

Obediently I let him check my tonsils, larynx, ears, heart beat (excited!), my temperature and my swollen boy nipples. These he somehow managed to stimulate so they hardened, the small teats stiffening and sending interesting sensations through me.

"Right, now we have to get a little more intimate, Pat. I have to check your scrotum and penis and your anal sphincter." He smiled. "I see one part of you finds that exciting. Do you get stiff there often?"

"Yes, sir." I mumbled, blushing. "For a few years now - whenever I'm excited by something." Like standing naked in front of an audience and being felt up by a sexy looking guy.

They all laughed. "Natural, Pat. Relax now. You're good and hard there, makes my checking easier." He smiled, his hand was extremely gentle as he fondled my scrotum, then scrutinised my cock carefully, pulling back the foreskin to examine the glans. "Do you get a good issue when you play with yourself like this?"

I blushed again. "Yes, sir."

They all chuckled. "Feels good does it?"

"Yes, sir." I managed a smile, and kept to myself the thought that it felt even better when Dennis had hold of it!

"OK. Now, I need you to place your feet about eighteen inches apart, bend right over and hold your ankles. I'm going to insert a small probe into your anus." He showed me a thing that looked almost like a metal penis with a small 'head' and long tapered tube connected to some kind of instrument. He smiled at my expression. "Most of the boys find it quite nice and rather exciting."

I swallowed. "Yes, sir." I bent right over and took a firm grip of my ankles while he moved behind me. 

"A little lubricant first." His finger touched my anal opening and I felt the cool gel applied, making my muscle pucker at his touch. "Ready?"

I jumped a little as the thing touched the tight opening of my anus and winced, then gulped as it parted my muscle and slid inside me. I bit my lip to silence the groan of pleasure that almost escaped me as it touched something inside me that responded with a pleasant sensation. He was right, it did feel good. Then it was sliding out again.

"There, all done. You may stand up again." He moved to his seat and nodded to the others, then entered something into the screen at his right.

The others read the screens. The leader looked at me and smiled. "Well, Pat, you'll be relieved to know you can go home. See the nurse on your way out. He'll administer the inoculation and give you the date and place for your boosters." They all smiled. "Good luck, and welcome to your future."

"So, that wasn't bad, was it?"

I grinned at the nurse. "No, I'm glad it's over though. What now?"

He indicated a sort of bench with knee rests and a padded top. "Kneel on the rests, lie over the padded part and grip the handles you see at the other end. This will take a couple of minutes. You get four injections, and a large pessary in your bottom." He chuckled. "I must say, I enjoyed it when they did me - especially the pessary." He showed it to me in its clear plastic package. "You'll feel it inside you for at least the next twenty-four hours." He winked. "Believe me, you'll wish it was longer!"

I gulped, staring at the thing. It was the size of a duck egg. "It looks very big!"

"Yes, but it sits quite comfortably once its in. The shape makes it easier to put in, and it is well lubed, so it isn't to bad. I'll prep you first, so you'll be ready to accept it." He picked up a large syringe. "OK, this is the worst bit, I have to inject this into your perineum - that's the bit of your cock that lies between you legs. It'll make you feel a bit swollen and sore, but that goes quite quickly."

I felt the prick and sucked in my breath as the needle probed, then moaned through clenched teeth as the fluid was forced into me. The area between my legs felt enormous as he slipped the needle free, but my cock was rigid now and my balls seemed to be swelling as well.

"Good lad. OK, now a shot in each cheek, then one in the neck and we can put the pessary in and you're done for now."

The three injections were large, but I hardly noticed, my entire concentration on my crotch which seemed to be in the throes of a fantastic orgasm.

"Having fun?" The nurse chuckled again. "Now we insert the pessary. First a little preparation." His finger massaged my opening, working a generous amount of lubricant onto the opening. Very gently, his finger worked into the tight muscle, relaxing me as it felt really good. "OK, here it comes now." 

"Ooooh!" My eyes popped wide open as the thing was pushed against my muscle, stretched it, then suddenly popped inside me, my sphincter swallowing it eagerly. I moaned softly as it settled inside me, pressing on the inside sphincter and on my prostate. 

"There, all done. Get dressed, and I'll get you booked in for your boosters. You get two a year until your twentieth birthday."

Carefully I got off the bench, conscious that my cock was fully erect, stiffer than I'd ever experienced before. It stood proud and rigid in front of me. I could feel the pessary as I moved. "Feels very strange ... er, will it stay there?"

He laughed. "Oh yes. It has a medication in it that prevents its expulsion." He smiled as he busied himself at the computer. "You'll be randy as hell for about forty-eight hours, then your progesterone levels will stabilise. Oh yes, your nipples will be sore for a day or two as well, but after that they'll be quite sensitive. They'll get a bit bigger, how much depends on your progesterone levels, but nipple play will be great." 

I listened as I tried to get dressed, somewhat hindered by being heavily aroused. Even with my tanga on, my manhood remained upright and stiff, the foreskin, for the first time I could recall, fully retracted. I pulled on my shirt, then sat carefully to pull on my socks, slipped my skinny jeans up my legs and tied my trainers, then stood and finished doing up my fly and fastening my belt, conscious that my erection made itself obvious at the front of my pants.

"Here's your card. Don't loose it." The nurse smiled at me. "See you again in March for your first booster. Have fun in the meantime." He paused, grinning. "Oh, and if you show your card at any of the gear shops you might be interested in, you'll get a large discount."

"Thanks." I took the proffered card. "What does all this stuff actually do?" My mind divided between wondering if I could persuade Dennis to visit one or two of the shops that stocked gear we wanted to try and his reply.

He smiled. "It's a little complicated, but here's a booklet that will explain what you can expect and how it works." He opened the door. "I think you'll be fine."

I walked out of the door with a silly grin on my face, the pessary sending exciting sensations through my prostate as I walked, my tanga rubbing the swelling in my perineum and barely able to contain my erection now straining the front of my jeans. I no longer cared about the stares and surreptitious looks I was getting from some in the Waiting Room. I knew what I was, and I liked it.

"See, I told you it would all be OK," Rod rose to greet me as I walked across the crowded waiting room. "I guess a celebration is in order though - a double, your birthday and your start into your new life." He glanced at the outline at the front of my jeans and smiled. "Looks like some new underwear might be needed as well."

"Yeah - and maybe some attention from one of my friends!"

We laughed as he hugged me. "Sounds like you're already well on your way." He guided me toward the door. "Come on, we'll be late for your party."  

My birthday was a blast. I'd opted to have a wetsuit party, insisting that everyone wear a wetsuit, so there was a real mix, and a lot of excited cocks on display. There were a few girls there as well, and some of them looked really good in their wetsuits, but, when it came down to it, the real action was boy on boy and girl on girl ... 

I lost count of the number of guys I relieved of their jizz, but was a bit sparing of my own. That was reserved for Dennis, who was staying the night. After seeing the last visitors out, Rod closed and locked the front door. Clive had already cleared up most of the detritus of the party.

"Go on, you two," Clive told us making shooing motions with his hands. He winked at Dennis. "I can see our birthday boy needs some specialist attention there. Better give it to him before he gets too frustrated." 

Dennis laughed, grabbed my hand and led me toward the door. "Now that's an order I can't wait to obey." He groped my cock through the neoprene. "To bed, to bed ..."

I grinned. "Oh, Dennis," I simpered. "I thought you'd never ask!"

Pushing open the bedroom door, he steered me through it. "And I thought you didn't want it." His mouth clamped onto mine as I tried to retort, and our tongues entwined instead. We fell on the bed, our hands stroking, seeking, exploring. Our cocks crushed together as our legs entwined round one another. Somehow I was peeled out of my wetsuit in all this frenzy of foreplay and I barely registered my nakedness, focussed on at last being able to make love openly to my boyfriend.

He'd obviously prepared well for this. From the start he was in charge, dominating me, enjoying my rampant cock, teasing my nipples, exploring me with his tongue, and slowly, cunningly, carefully, manoeuvred me into a spread eagled position with my ankles and wrists secured in cuffs with chains attaching me to the four corners of the bed. Kneeling between my knees he smiled down at me. "Now you're right where I need you so I can make real good use of you." 

"Kinky," I laughed. "But I love it."

He picked up something he'd hidden under the duvet. "First though, I'm going to hood you." He reached forward and began to fit the rubber over my face and head, adjusting it so it left my mouth uncovered, but completely blinded me as he zipped it closed.

"Hey, I can't see," I protested with a giggle. 

"That's the idea," he replied. His mouth found mine again. "Now I can show you real bliss, and because you can't see what I'm doing it makes it more intense." His hand massaged my rampant pole. "Relax, this is going to get a load of attention and use." 

He was as good as his word. It was almost midday before we stirred, and then it was only to repeat the performance once we'd attended to the necessary toilet requirements. It was even later that there was a knock at the door.

"Are you two love birds coming down for something to eat?"

I was still chained to the bed, but I called, “Can't, Rod. My lover has chained me up and is eating my cock." I was hooded as well, but I heard the door open.

"Oh dear, oh dear." I heard Rod and Clive laughing. "Looks like we've got an over reaction to the converters. Dennis, you'll have to restrain him properly so you can get some food into him." I heard the sound of some heavy rubber being placed on the chair next to the bed. "If you need a hand, call."

Dennis laughed. "Cool." The door shut and Dennis moved. "Oh boy, you're going to love this!" He began releasing the cuffs, then stopped me removing the hood. "No, that stays on. Stand up." His hand gripped mine and he guided me to stand. "Right, now just do what I say."

Obediently I stepped into what felt like thick rubber shorts, and allowed him to guide my cock and balls through an opening at the crotch. 

"Now the plug." He guided the tip of an attached butt plug to my sphincter. "OK, take a deep breath and relax."

"Erk!" I exclaimed as the thing stretched me. It felt a little slimmer than the pessary had, but it was longer and more tapered, with a thin 'stem' attaching it to the inside of the shorts. "Er, I think its pushing the pessary ..."

"Yeah, it will. I think you got a special one too." He didn't explain, but got busy pulling what I now realised was a rubber strait jacket suit onto me. He adjusted the arms and strapped me securely into the thing once he'd secured the rear zipper and over straps. 

It was a touch on the small side and very tight on me, the butt plug forced deep into my boy hole. "Wow, this thing is sure restrictive," I gasped as the plug moved against my prostate. My nipples were also being stimulated by textured pads that fitted directly on them. "Oh boy, this is turning me on like nothing I've ever felt."

He giggled. "Yeah. Now stand still, I have to fit your cock restraint. This going to be fun."

"For who?" I groaned as he slipped something hard and formed over my rampant erection and fastened it to the front of the suit. Now my balls were enclosed in something hard and moulded, and my cock standing up in what felt like a metal cage.

"Oh, for the rest of us, of course," he said with a laugh. "Stand still now. I have to get dressed as well." 

I wasn't going anywhere. I couldn't see a damned thing anyway, so how could I move without risking falling over something? I giggled. "And miss the fun? Not likely." I listened to him pulling on something rubbery and wished I could see it. The plug seemed to have pushed the pessary right up my back passage and it was making itself felt. So was whatever it was releasing. I felt strangely excited, sexually more aware and alert than ever. My whole body seemed to be tingling with sensations and the combined smells of male sex, rubber and whatever pheromones were loose in the room were turning me on like crazy. So was the feeling of total helplessness ...

"Right, ready." Dennis gripped my elbow and steered me towards the door. "Your official coming out celebration is about to begin."

Downstairs, he led me to the kitchen. "Ta da!" He sang as we entered.

"Hmm, he does look happy," I heard Clive say, and I could hear relief in his voice. "Sit him down over here."

Dennis steered me a short distance and whispered, "OK, sit carefully. The plug will hit a few spots as you do."

I obeyed, gasping in surprise as the plug did indeed hit all sorts of triggers. "Oooh. Eeee." I settled and gasped for breath. "Oh wow ..."

Someone fastened broad straps around my ankles, thighs and upper arms, fixing me to the chair. "OK, Pat, time to take the hood off and face the future." Rod was obviously stood behind me, because his fingers were busy releasing the hood. 

I blinked as the hood was removed. I grinned as things swam into focus. "Hi guys. Thanks for the party last night. What's with this?" I looked round at the three of them as they grinned back at me. The table was laid for a great meal and there were vid cameras focussed on me.

"Your acceptance party." Rod smiled. "You see, as Project 2050 developed, it was realised that there needed to be some balance across the various types of Gay preferences, so they started 'engineering' boys toward certain fetish preferences." He paused. "How do you like your current situation? Are you turned on by this?"

I nodded. "Yeah." I smiled. "And I sure hope someone plans to take advantage."

Clive smiled. "I think you can count on it."

"Yes, but first you have to tell us that you fully and unconditionally accept what your future treatment will make you into - a fully submissive rubber bondage slave." He paused. "Think about it carefully. This is being recorded and watched live by the panel."

I swallowed. I liked the feel of the suit I was wearing. The plug made its presence felt in all manner of interesting ways as I sat there, my cock was rigid and leaking precum and I'd enjoyed a night of fabulous sex. Now I came to think about it, the thought of being kept in rubber, bound for sex, required to pleasure a master when, where and how he wanted, was turning me on something fierce. "What must I say?"

"Do you accept a future as a rubber bondage slave whose only purpose is to be a rubber sex object and to please and satisfy a master?"

I nodded. "Yes. Yes, Rod and Clive, I do." I smiled. "When do I start?"

They smiled in relief. "You already have. Now, let's eat." 

Dennis fed me carefully, then I watched as they cleared the table. "What is this all about," I asked.

"It's the extension of the Project," Clive told me. From tomorrow you'll be attending a new school - one to prepare you for your new role." 

"But I thought the Project was just about controlling the population?"

"It is, but," they glanced at one another, "from the start there has been a second purpose. To select, breed and develop special boys for special roles in fetish tastes." Rod smiled. "You're one, and when you're trained, we'll be your controllers."

I nodded. "OK, I like that." A thought crossed my mind. "Is that why I've got this big pessary inside me?"

They laughed. "Yes, plus one or two more things." He glanced at the others. "It is boosting certain hormone effects in your system, making you more submissive and will make your cock grow a lot bigger." He grinned. "You'll have spectacular equipment. The conversion of around seventy percent of your natural testosterone production to progesterone, will push your libido up as well."

I grinned. "Well, that seems to be working." I thought a moment. "Isn't progesterone a female hormone?"

"Yes, it is. It will make your nipples grow quite a bit, but it has another more interesting effect on males." He grinned. "It keeps you on a sexual high as well as making you much more compliant for your partner."

"So that whole selection thing is a charade? This whole project is just to breed boys who like cock, bondage and man sex? I've been bred for this?"

Rod and Clive exchanged glances. "More or less, but it isn't entirely for show. Some boys don't develop as planned, no one knows why." Clive continued. "You have to be tested, and if you're among the one percent who don't follow the curve you do go to a breeder farm." He sat facing me. "You see, the Project had an unintended consequence. At first no one noticed, but by the third generation it couldn't be ignored and they haven't been able to reverse it." He took Rod's hand. "There was a lot of resistance to it in the early years, so they resorted to compulsory conversion by secret means. Foods were laced with the agent that causes the changes. The idea was to target the most resistant communities - but it got out of hand." He waved a hand. "Population crashed. There almost wasn't a third generation. That's when the farms were set up. But there was still a larger problem. A lot of the relationships that resulted were very abusive, partly because the men - and some women - blamed the changes on their partners. So they introduced a new breeding program, but they also introduced the school system we now have, and the selection process." He smiled. "It's worked well. Population is now stable at two billion, poverty is unknown, war is a thing of the past, so is hunger and quite a lot of disease."

I nodded. "So everyone says." I grinned at them. "So I'm going to be taught to be someone's sex toy?" I squirmed in my restraints, enjoying the sensations as the pessary repositioned and the dildo moved, and giggled. "Sounds hot." I grinned. "And feels fabulous."

Dennis laughed. "It will be." He grinned. "We start tomorrow." He winked. "I can't wait."

I stared. "But you ..."

He giggled. "Yes, but I was obeying orders." He smiled. "But they were orders I really, really wanted to obey, Pat." He turned to Clive. "Master, Clive, please put me into my punishment restraints."

Ten minutes later he joined me in being strapped to the chair, like me wearing a heavy rubber strait jacket suit, but now fully hooded, gagged, and with his cock secured in the heaviest chastity device I'd ever seen. 

We were prepared for the school next morning with the school's uniform. I wondered why I'd never noticed it before, as it was quite striking, with thick black rubber 'sailor fly' jeans fitted with a reinforced codpiece, tight on the leg and crotch and moulding to our butt cheeks, divided by a stout rear zipper. Thick soled boots with stiffened legs reaching our knees made our feet clumsy, prevented running and made us mince our steps as we walked. Beneath the jeans we wore chastity belts. Our shirts, of a rubber based micro fibre, clung to our torsos and this was overlaid by a 'slave' harness.

I grinned at Dennis. "Looking sexy there, mate."

He returned the grin. "So do you." He giggled, a sign he was nervous. "I've seen a few guys in these outfits around, but I never thought I'd be lucky enough to wear one."

"I've never seen anyone in it, where were you then?"

He grinned. "Remember Bruce? The big guy everyone drooled over when we were still twinkies?"

I nodded. I remembered him alright. He'd been a real hunk.

"Well, he lived next door to me. I often saw him in it." He giggled again. "And a few other even kinkier outfits when he was being punished." His grin was back. "He's now one of the Junior Trainers there."

I felt my interest twitch in it's prison. "But I've never seen anyone on the street like this."

"No, because you travel to and from school from now on in a special transport." Clive entered the room, smiling. "And you'll only go to town dressed like this on school outings. At home, you'll have a special outfit the school determines and you'll wear ordinary clothes over that if you go out with us in future." He glanced at us both. "Ready? Your transport is at the door."   

The 'transport' was a plain minibus, with heavily tinted windows. The interior was an indication of what we were to be trained to. The seats for its 'passengers' were designed for strict and inescapable bondage. We joined eight other boys in the interior, submitted to being strapped down and to being muzzled with a hefty muzzle harness. The only thing I could move was my eyes and I used them to study my companions, most of whom were doing the same thing. The bus made two more stops, then took the road out of town. 

College and university was never going to be ordinary or boring for us now.