Zac
Zac spent the entire night thinking about all he has done since the Sampson Slavery Laws came in. His current predicament seems hopeless but he has faith that Owen will come through and rescue him. His only option is to fight. His cell door opens and four inmates walk in smiling.
“I'll give you something to make you smile...before I rip that look right off your face” Zac says trying to sound tough. The prisoner seems undeterred by Zac's threats, standing his ground firmly. "Let's dance." He says before lunging towards Zac in a sudden attack.
Zac reacts quickly, dodging the initial blow but not before the prisoner manages to land a glancing hit. “Is that all you got”? Zac grunts, using the momentum to spin away from him. Zac starts to get self-conscious that he is still naked while the prisoner attacking him is fully clothed
He stumbles slightly, momentarily distracted by his own vulnerability. “Dammit he mutters under his breath, using the brief hesitation to block a blow from the prisoner. Zac grabs the prisoner but he manages to break free from Zac's grip and lands a solid kick to his groin.
Zac doubles over in pain, gasping for air clutching himself, groaning in agony. “Ahh! You son of a” he trails off and collapses to one knee, panting heavily. The other inmates erupt into a chorus of laughter and catcalls, fuelled by Zac's weakness
“Shut up”! Zac growls, trying to push past the pain. He tries to stand up but the prisoner pushes Zac to his knees, he fishes his dick out from his pants, he aims it at Zacs face and starts to piss on him. Zacs eyes widen in shock and disgust.
Zac tries to turn his face away but is met with the prisoner's firm grip on his bald head. The humiliation burns more than any physical pain as Zac feels the urine stream down his face, dripping down his naked body.
The prisoner finishes urinating and tucks himself back into his pants, his laughter echoing cruelly in the cellblock. Zac is left kneeling in the wetness, spatters of piss catching the dim light. A small puddle forms under Zac.
Who is shaking with rage, shame, and powerlessness, Zac hangs his head, the stench of defeat clinging to him like the acrid smell of urine. "Lick the piss of the floor" the prisoner orders menacingly and smiling down at Zac.
“No”. he says, his voice dripping with contempt, but ultimately, he complies, lowering himself further down until his face is inches from the cold, hard floor. He hesitates, lips curling in disgust, before slowly beginning to lick the piss off the ground, each movement a reluctant surrender.
As Zac is licking the piss off the ground another inmate walks up and starts to piss on the floor in front of Zac, some splashes onto his face, there is now a huge puddle of piss on the floor. “I want all that piss licked up” the Prisoner orders.
Zac continues to slowly lick up the piss, his pride all but shattered. The prisoner watches with a cruel satisfaction. Other inmates look on, some smiling in grim amusement, others exchanging whispered taunts about Zac. "How does our piss taste" The prisoner asks Zac laughing
Zac lifts his head slowly, eyes narrowed in hateful defiance despite the degrading question. The prisoner takes a dog bowl and pops it down in front of Zac, "would you like to eat some dog food. I know you made Tyler" he asks. Zac blinks in surprise, looking up at the bowl with disbelief
“You can't be serious...dog food?” He sits back on his heels, wiping his mouth on his arm as if trying to wash away the shame. “Please...not this...anything but that...” Zac has now been reduced to begging like others have begged him before.
"Ok, I'll give you a choice, either I empty this tin of dog food into the bowl and you eat it or I will shit into the dog bowl, you will eat one or the other, so what will it be" Zac's face contorts in disgust, eyes darting between the tin of dog food and the threat of human waste
“Fine” ...his voice cracks, but he forces the words out. “I'll eat the dog food...just...just give me that instead.” He pleads, desperation creeping into his tone as he looks up at the prisoner, silently begging him to show some mercy.
The prisoner wordlessly goes and returns with the tin of dog food, opening it and pouring the contents into the bowl in front of Zac. "Enjoy!" he taunts, stepping back to watch. Zac stares at the dog food, his stomach churning with revulsion. He swallows hard, feeling a lump form in his throat
“You know, I used to think I was above all of this. I’m supposed to be the one watching this not doing it”. he says, his voice low and bitter, his eyes never leaving the bowl. He reaches out a shaky hand, hesitating for a long moment before finally grabbing a handful of the slop.
Each bite is a struggle, but he forces himself to continue. Tears threaten to spill, but he refuses to give the prisoner the satisfaction. Instead, he focuses on the sound of his own ragged breathing, the crunch of the food, and the weight of his own humiliation.
"No eat without your hands like a dog" the prisoner orders. Zac's eyes flash with anger, but he bites down on his rage, knowing that resistance is futile. He lowers his head, he raises his elbows in front of his face, hiding his shame. “Fine”. he whispers, his voice hoarse and defeated.
With great reluctance, he gets on all fours, his face inches from the dog bowl. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself, then begins to eat, lapping at the dog food like an animal, the sound of it echoing off the cold walls of the cellblock.
"Is it too salty?" The prisoner asks sounding concerned but it’s clear he isn’t sincere. Zac glares up at the prisoner, his eyes blazing with resentment, despite the demeaning position he's in
“It's...it's fine”. He lies, trying to sound convincing, even though the dog food feels like sandpaper against his tongue and palate. He continues to eat, his jaws aching, his stomach churning in protest. “I can...manage”.
"I know what will make it a bit tastier" the prisoner says while nodding to another prisoner, who walks over and pisses in the dog bowl containing the dog food turning it into mushy piss-soaked mess. Zac freezes mid-lick as another prisoner approaches.
The prisoner pisses into the bowl. It is overflowing with piss now. The dog food is partially floating in it. All the prisoners laugh looking down at Zac naked on all fours. They are doing this not for Tyler but for their own amusement.
“No... please” ...he pleads, knowing it's pointless but unable to contain his revulsion. “You're...disgusting! he spits out defiantly even as he watches in nauseated silence. “Do I have to eat it”. Zac can’t believe what he has become.
"Oh yes, it's really the perfect consistency!" the prisoner says gleefully as the other inmate moves away. Zac is left no option but to continue eating the sloppy mess. Zac swallows hard against the gag reflex building as he stares down at the vile mush now pooled in the bowl
As Zac finishes, the prisoner brings a bucket of cold water and pours it over Zac. "Now clean yourself up you are about to be our entertainment." he commands. Zac gasps as the cold water hits him, shivering uncontrollably as the chill seeps into his bones
“Y-Yes” ...he stutters, teeth chattering as he tries to shake off the shock. He uses his hands to wipe away the excess water and dog food residue from his face, then stands up on shaky legs, his body numb with cold and degradation.
He takes a deep breath, steeling himself for whatever comes next, his pride shattered but his spirit still simmering with rage. The Prisoner grabs Zac by his arm and drags him from the cell. "Your pretty mouth has a new purpose" he chuckles.
A startled cry escapes Zac's lips as he's grabbed. He stumbles to keep up as he's hauled out of the cell, dread pooling in his gut at the ominous words. “Let me go, you bastard”! he shouts, trying to sound defiant despite being utterly at the prisoner's mercy.
"My friends are waiting and they want to use that mouth of yours." the prisoner says. His chest tightens with panic but he knows fighting will only make things worse so he falls silent obediently as they approach the recreation area of the prison.
The prisoner lowers Zac to his knees in front of another inmate, "Another choice would you rather suck his dick, or he will use your mouth as a urinal, the same answer will count for all the other men, so which is it"
Zac's face burns bright red, his eyes wide with shame and fear. He shakes his head frantically, trying to come up with any alternative, but there isn't one. He swallows hard, his throat dry. He knows this isn't a choice at all.
Suffering through one torment might be better than enduring the other repeatedly. “F-first option” ... he whispers, barely audible, his voice cracking. “I'll...suck his” ... he says not able to bring himself to finishing the sentence.
"Good boy." The prisoner ruffles Zac's hair condescendingly before stepping back, allowing the other inmate to take control. At the condescending words, Zac's eyes narrow in anger, but he quickly masks his emotions, not wanting to provoke any further cruelty.
He takes a slow, deep breath, trying to prepare himself for the violation to come. His jaw clenches, his fingers curling into fists, but he remains still, frozen in place as he awaits the inmate's command. “Just get it over with” ... he mutters under his breath, his voice a mere whisper
The other prisoner unzips and pulls out his cock, shoving it roughly into Zac's mouth. He begins to move his hips, thrusting into Zac's mouth without warning. Zac chokes and gags as the prison inmate rams into him without mercy
This is far worse than he could have imagined being used like a mindless hole for their pleasure. Tears sting his eyes but he forces himself to relax his throat, taking it obediently even as every fibre of his being revolts
Zac sucks the prisoners dick until he cums, then another and other steps forwards, three hours later Zac has sucked 15 dicks, his face and head is covered in cum and some dribbles down his chin, a prison guard steps forward looking at the naked Zac on the floor covered in cum.
Exhausted, humiliated, and defeated, Zac remains on the floor, his body trembling, his throat sore, his eyes sunken. The thick, sticky fluid coating his face feels like a constant reminder of his degradation.
He can barely muster the energy to lift his head, his gaze dull as he watches the guard approach. Pride shattered, voice barely above a whisper, he mutters. “What now...?”.
The guard crouches down to look Zac in the eyes, "Looks like you've been busy" he chuckles darkly. "The boss wants you for one last thing before the prisoners return to their cell. You know you deserve this for all you did. My brother was enslaved for stealing a loaf of bread.”
Zac swallows hard, every inch of his being aching as he meets the guard's gaze. He has a sinking feeling about this "one last thing" The guard roughly drags Zac up by his arm, leading him out of the cell. Zac doesn’t acknowledge what happened to the guard’s brother.
"You'll see." he says cryptically, as they enter the warden's office the guard leaves with Zac standing in front of the desk. The warden's office seems ominous, the silence thick with anticipation. Zac's stomach churns with anxiety, his heart pounding in his chest
“What do you want”? he demands, trying to sound braver than he feels. "How would you like to be transformed into the new prison urinal?" the warden asks. “Transformed...turned into a urinal? You can't be serious”! His eyes go wide, disbelief battling with horror as the implications set in
He shakes his head vehemently, trying one last desperate tactic “Please, I beg you, spare me this further humiliation! There must be another way”!
"No pleading will change my mind," the warden says with a cold smirk, "It's already been decided. The former slaves chose this punishment for you" A couple of prison workers enter the room, carrying tools and materials.
Zac feels like he's just been punched in the gut, the air knocked out of him. His mind reels in shock, unable to accept the cruel fate that's been handed to him. “No…, please...this can't be happening...” Zac struggles to say the words.
He stumbles back, his eyes darting wildly around the room, searching for an escape or a glimmer of mercy. Finding none, he clenches his fists, his body trembling with rage and despair. “This is inhumane”. He spits the words out, his eyes blazing with defiance, even as tears prick at the corners
"Inhumane, you didn’t think of that with Tyler. Or all the other slaves who suffered" the warden adds. Zac swallows hard, the command sending fresh panic through him. He shakes his head furiously, backing up, hands coming up to protect himself.
“No! You can't make me do this...I won't let you!” He begs, remembering all that begged him before. He ignored the begs. Maybe he can change their minds if he begs hard enough.
But he knows they will force him regardless. With a defeated groan he drops to his knees, exposing his neck submissively as they approach, He waits tensed and trembling for them to take him, the tears finally spilling over as he resigns himself to his horrifying new role.
The workers waste no time. They strap Zac's head onto a metal frame, making it so he can't move it. They then proceed to fit a large bowl under his chin. Zac fights and struggles as they bind him, thrashing against the restraints even as he knows it's useless.
“Get away from me! This isn't real...it can't be”! His muffled screams turn to whimpers as they secure the bowl in place, the humiliation overwhelming. Hot shame burns his cheeks crimson. He shakes his head wildly, tears streaming now as he braces for what comes next
They weld the bowl around his head shut and bring him to the bathroom, he is sat down against a wall with each hand stretched out, metal cuffs are welded to his wrist, keeping them in place, the metal bowl around his head is bolted to the wall.
The guard inserts a spider gag into his mouth. Zac's eyes widen, the finality of his transformation hitting him hard. A permanent fixture in this vile prison bathroom, stripped of all dignity and autonomy. He tries to speak but the spider gag forces his jaw agape.
His mind reels, unable to process what they've done. He shakes his head again and again, a pathetic rattling against the unyielding metal binding him there forevermore. He whimpers pleadingly, desperate for mercy that will never come.
Zac hears footsteps approaching the bathroom, soon the inmates start flooding in to use him. Zac's heart pounds painfully in his chest as he hears the inmates draw near. He tries to shrink back instinctively but cannot move an inch thanks to the cruel restraints holding him fixed to the wall.
Tears continue to leak down his cheeks as he braces for the inevitable, praying for it to just be over quickly. The prisoners laugh, jeering at him as they unzip and begin relieving themselves into Zac's mouth and the bowl latched onto his face.
"You're our own personal toilet now!" one of them jeers. Zac chokes and gags as hot fluid floods his mouth and fills the bowl, the degradation beyond anything he could have imagined. After the third man finishes pissing Zac realises, he needs to piss himself.
But there is no way for him to do it without pissing on himself. Oh god... oh god, I need to piss so bad... he thinks.
He squirms and twists, but the metal cuffs and the bowl around his head keep him firmly in place. The pressure in his bladder grows unbearable, the urge to release it becoming more desperate by the second
He starts to shake uncontrollably, tears streaming down his face as he tries to hold back the inevitable. Zac starts to piss on himself the urine flowing over his chest and rolling down his body leaving him sat in his own piss. A doctor comes in and stands over Zac with a needle he injects Zac
"Hi I’m Dr Phillips. This injection will keep your muscles strong and give you all the nutrients needed. You will never leave this room this is your new life" he says before stepping back and then using Zac as a urinal.
Zac flinches as the needle pierces his skin, his eyes blazing with fury even as he feels the injection taking hold, his body responding to the foreign substance. He regrets it all in this moment. Everything he has done. To Tyler. He always justified it in his head. He was never the bad guy.
He watches helplessly as the Doctor joins the ranks of those exploiting him, his eyes burning with hatred as he's used once more. His mind reels with the reality of his situation. Trapped, forever a toilet, forever degraded.
He hangs his head, defeated, the weight of his new existence crushing him. He's too weak to resist, too broken to fight back. Zac can only endure, resigned to his fate as a prison urinal. The prison guard looks at the inmates.
"Back to the cells" he says, all the prisoners leave and the guard turns off the light leaving Zac a naked urinal sat in piss, ready to begin his new life.
In the cold darkness Zac sits alone, the silence overwhelming after the cruel laughter of the men had faded. The stench of urine fills his senses. His own scent now permanently entwined with his degradation.
He thinks of Tyler and all the other slaves he humiliated in the past. Why did he do it. Why did he let things go so far. How can he live like this. A urinal until the day he dies. He stares into the darkness. He has lost everything. A final thought crosses his mind something he has always known.
I deserve this.
Rob
Three months have passed since the war has ended Rob has been invited by the former prince Felix to help parade the losers of the war to the Kingdom. There are hundreds of naked former Masters being led towards the Kingdoms gates, around their necks hang seeds, and collars.
Rob doesn't understand why. At the front of the group is former president Hicks and Dr Tanner Sampsons, the former lead of the Sampson Slavery Laws finally getting his comeuppance, he is naked too, his head down as he leads the group of fallen Masters.
Rob can't but wonder why they are headed towards the Kingdom as he stands beside Felix he doesn't ask why. Rob stands tall, his eyes narrowed, focused on the procession. He's still trying to wrap his head around the seeds, but he doesn't dare ask Felix.
He leans slightly closer to Felix, his curiosity burning silently. The president, Dr. Sampson even his old masters, Pat and Joe, are among them. This is something else. Hundreds of them, stripped bare, humiliated. It's...justice, he thinks, his jaw setting. They deserve this. Every single one of them.
The streets are lined with the former slaves that these disgraced Masters degraded and humiliated and mutilated for years, while president Hicks is hated, Dr Tanner Sampson might be the most hated man in the country, the architect for all the misery of the last few years.
Rob's attention snaps back to Dr. Sampson, his anger flaring anew. Architect of misery, indeed. The man responsible for turning countless lives into nightmares, including his own. He watches the former lead of the Sampson Slavery Laws being paraded through the streets.
His throat tightens, and for a moment, he's back in his own personal hell. The crowd...they must be thrilled. Rob can imagine their whispers, their jeers, their satisfaction. They're free, finally, and they're seeing their tormentors brought low.
He can't blame them. He'd probably join in, too, if he wasn't too busy trying to stay grounded next to Felix. He steals a glance at Felix, wondering if he's thinking about his own role in all this, his own revenge. Rob's fists clench, but he keeps quiet.
The former slaves start to cheer as each step is taken, Tanner looks completely humiliated at what is happening. Rob smirks, a mix of dark amusement and satisfaction swirling inside. Humiliation. It's a beautiful thing, isn't it?
He shifts uncomfortably, feeling a pang of...not sympathy, exactly. Understanding? Maybe. He remembers how it felt, being humiliated, degraded, stripped of everything. But this...this is different.
Dr. Sampson, the man who'd helped create a system that enslaved thousands, maybe millions, was finally experiencing a fraction of what he'd inflicted. He catches Felix's eye, searching for any sign of emotion. Is this what Felix wanted? To see these people, these monsters, reduced to nothing?
Was this justice, or revenge? Rob swallows hard, trying to tamp down his own emotions. He's here, watching history unfold, and it's...it's complicated.
"Did you get revenge on Tanner before this for hunting you, for humiliating you, stripping you, have you fucked by dozens" Rob asks Felix trying to break the silence.
The question tumbles out of Rob before he can fully consider the consequences. His cheeks flush immediately, embarrassment mingling with morbid curiosity. He's never spoken to Felix like this before, never pushed past the boundaries of their unspoken understanding.
He holds his breath, waiting for Felix's reaction. Will he be offended? Angry? But Rob needs to know. He needs to hear that someone Felix, specifically understood, cared, and made sure those responsible suffered. It's selfish, probably, but he can't help it.
He glances furtively at Felix, his eyes wide with an intensity he can't hide. "Yes." Felix replies simply, his voice low and cold. "But this is bigger than personal revenge." He gestures towards the crowd erupting in cheers. "The people need to see.”
Rob nods, his eyes locked onto Felix's, drinking in the calm, cold certainty. Yes, of course. This isn't about Felix's feelings; it's about something greater. Something Rob struggles to grasp, but desperately wants to understand.
He swallows hard, feeling a lump form in his throat. He's seen Felix angry, seen him sad, seen him determined...but cold? Like this? It sends shivers down his spine. "Bigger than personal revenge," he repeats softly, his mind racing. He watches the sea of faces, the cheers, the tears. It's overwhelming.
"But...what does it mean, then? For them, I mean. For all these...former Masters. What's going to happen to them?" He gestures weakly toward the procession, his fingers barely twitching.
As they approach the gates to the Kingdom stood in front of them are Tyler the first slave of the Sampson Slavery laws, the person who suffered the most and Tanner’s now ex-husband Jordan, Tanner doesn't want to see Tyler, he doesn't want to face him for all the crimes he committed.
He does want to see Jordan, his husband one more time, even if he treated his husband as a slave, he knows Jordan loves him, Tanner’s head drops as he is first led to Tyler.
Rob's eyes widen, his heart skips a beat. Tyler, the first slave. He's...he's legendary, almost. A symbol of everything that was wrong. And Tanner, facing him, after everything. Rob feels a wave of dread wash over him. He's almost...almost glad it's not him. Almost.
He watches Tanner's reaction, the way his head drops. He's seen Tanner proud, confident, cruel now, he's broken. Rob's jaw tightens.
He can't imagine how terrible this must be, confronting the first victim. The one who suffered the most. Rob shifts uncomfortably, wondering if Tanner realizes how much pain he's caused. How much pain he's still causing, just by being there.
Then there's Jordan. Tanner's husband. Rob's brow furrows. That's...interesting. Love, even in slavery. He hadn't expected that. As they reach Tyler, Tanner stops and looks up at him, his eyes meeting Tylers fierce angry gaze. "I'm sorry." He whispers, his voice barely audible.
Rob inhales sharply, frozen. Those two words "I'm sorry" hang in the air like a whispered prayer. Rob's skin prickles, his skin crawling. Tanner's apology sounds so...small. So pathetic. Tyler's gaze...it's like nothing Rob's seen before.
Pure fury. Pure hate. He's seen that look before, reflected in mirrors, in his own eyes.
He feels Felix beside him, stiff, unyielding. The silence stretches, thick and heavy. Rob's throat constricts, trapping whatever words might've escaped. He's trapped between his own feelings and...and whatever this is.
"Just because I was the first doesn't mean I'm the only one to apologise to, if you say it to the crowd and you sound genuine. I will allow you to say goodbye to Jordon, have one last conversation" Tyler hands Tanner a mic and pushes him in front of the crowd of former slaves.
The former slaves have now created a semi-circle around him. "Say more than sorry make them believe it, show remorse for once in your life" Tyler adds. Tanner, faces the crowd, microphone in hand. Rob's stomach churns. He's seen Tanner's cruelty, his smugness.
Can he really be genuine? Can he possibly convey the weight of his actions? "Make them believe it," Tyler says, and Rob feels like he's the one being pushed forward, forced to confront his own demons. He leans forward slightly, his entire being focused on Tanner, waiting for his response.
Tanner steps into the semi-circle as the crowd of ex-slave’s murmur amongst themselves. He clears his throat and holds the mic to his lips. The murmurs send a shiver down Rob's spine. He's acutely aware of every rustle of fabric, every soft murmur, every tense expression.
The atmosphere is heavy, expectant. Rob leans in, his heart pounding. He wants to believe, needs to believe, that Tanner will finally show remorse, that he'll mean every word. The people need this. An apology for years of hell.
"To all the people I had enslaved, to all the people who suffered under the rule I brought in, I am sorry" Tanner says. The crowd murmurs again, louder this time, uncertainty rippling through. Rob holds his breath, unsure what to expect next. Is this enough?
Sorry. Such a simple word, but was it enough to undo the damage? To heal the scars, to bring back the years stolen away? Rob watches Tanner, searching for any sign of authenticity. Does he really mean it? Or is he just trying to save face, to gain sympathy, or worse to manipulate?
"Sorry I didn't make you suffer enough while I had the chance" Tanner screams into the mic. A gasp escapes Rob's lips, shock rendering him motionless. He's...he's not apologizing. He's...he's... Rob's pulse pounds wildly, his mind reeling.
He can't believe what he's hearing. The crowd's shock is palpable, a collective inhale. Even Felix stiffens beside him. This...this isn't right. This isn't how it's supposed to go. He's supposed to beg forgiveness, to weep, to beg for mercy. Not...not this. Not the opposite.
Tyler grabs the mic back from Tanner. "No more words, you've made it clear your sincerity is hollow." He then turns towards the crowd who are debating amongst themselves what should happen next.
Rob's relief at Tyler shutting Tanner down is short-lived. The uncertainty hanging over the crowd is terrifying. There's no guarantee they won't take matters into their own hands, exact some twisted revenge. His mind races with worst-case scenarios, his palms growing sweaty.
He glances at Felix again, desperate for guidance, for reassurance. But Felix seems just as invested in the scene unfolding before them, his eyes fixed intently on the crowd. Rob's fear grows with each passing second, every murmur, every glance, every shifting foot.
This could go either way, and he has no idea which direction history will take next. Jordan steps forward "I'm going to speak to my husband" Jordan says as he steps closer to Tanner. "Did you ever love me, Tanner?" he asks his former husband.
Rob blinks, taken aback by Jordan's sudden intervention. It's... tender, almost. A private moment amidst chaos. He can't help but feel a pang of sympathy for Jordan, trapped in a situation no one should ever experience loving someone who's hurt them beyond repair.
He watches Tanner closely, wondering if he'll break, if he'll reveal any semblance of humanity beneath the arrogance. Does Tanner truly love Jordan? Or was Jordan just another toy, another plaything, another slave?
"Yes, I did." Tanner admits, his voice barely audible, over the silence that follows his words. "I love you, still do.
Rob's eyes widen, surprise etched on his face. He...he wasn't expecting that. Not from Tanner. The admission hangs in the weighty silence, raw and vulnerable. He can feel the tension building, the crowd's emotions swirling around him.
Felix shifts beside him, his presence steadying. Rob swallows hard, his gaze locked on Tanner, searching for any sign of deception. But Tanner's words seem genuine. How could someone who'd inflicted so much pain profess love like this? Love, even twisted, changes everything.
Jordan kisses Tanner on the forehead and steps back. "Good, this will be your real punishment before what comes next. Me and Max are going to get married. We have been together for a while now" Jordan says smiling.
As Jordan says it Max comes from beyond the entrance to the gates he walks over to Jordan, they look at each other and kiss in front of the naked Tanner. As the kiss lingers Tanner looks like he has been punched in the gut. He falls to his knees.
Rob's never seen anyone's world crumble so completely. The kiss between Jordan and Max is like a knife to Tanner's heart, and Rob can almost hear the sound of something inside him shattering.
He glances at Felix, searching for any sign of emotion, but Felix remains stoic, unblinking. Rob's own emotions, however, are a mess. He feels sick, witnessing Tanner's devastation. This is...this is worse than physical torture.
The crowd begins to chant loudly "Justice! Justice!" As Tanner is ushered away by Jordan and Max, the former slaves surrounding them. Rob follows behind them, his footsteps heavy with conflicting thoughts.
The chant echoes through Rob's mind, drumming out a rhythm of vengeance. Justice. Justice. Justice. He's swept up in the sea of people, propelled forward by the sheer force of their anger. His head spins, his conflicting emotions threatening to overwhelm him.
He can't reconcile the monster Tanner once was with the broken man he's become in these few moments. Felix's quiet strength is his only anchor now, keeping him grounded amidst the turbulent tide. But even Felix's calm demeanour doesn't quiet the voices in Rob's head.
Felix steps forward as they reach the entrance. "Dr Tanner Sampson, President Hicks and the rest of the fallen Masters, you are hereby sentenced to a life time within the walls of the Kingdom, the doors will be sealed forever, the land is fertile, the buildings will keep you sheltered.
There is a reserve of food but the seeds around your neck will be vital to grow your community, there is no electricity, there are no clothes in the kingdom, no mattresses, you will have to build your own civilization, the collars on your necks will kill you if you try to leave the walls, this is your new.”
Tanner's shock mirrors Rob's. A life sentence, locked away forever, stripped of everything. No luxuries, no comfort, no escape. Rob shudders, imagining the harsh reality awaiting them. The irony isn't lost on him the masters, once so powerful, now reduced to scraps, forced to start from scratch.
“Goodbye, Tanner”, Felix says, his voice firm, devoid of emotion. Rob watches Tanner's face, seeing something there he hadn't expected, defeat. True defeat, not the fake bravado he'd displayed earlier.
Rob's thoughts swirl. Is this truly mercy, or is it simply a different kind of torment? At least they'll survive, albeit in a prison of their own creation. The seeds at their necks...a cruel reminder of their dependence on themselves, not others.
Felix's decision feels both merciless and merciful, a thin line separating the two. Rob's heart beats rapidly, unsure if he should feel satisfied or disturbed by this outcome.
Tanner looks around at the former masters, at the skyline in front of him, he looks at the freed slaves, he quickly glances at Rob, then Tyler, he wonders how such an unimportant person could have made such a difference to the world.
Then he looks to his husband holding hands with Max his former slave, he looks into Jordans eyes, hoping for some look of well anything before he begins to lead his fallen group into their new prison. Jordan looks back at him.
Tanner's gaze lingers on Jordan, searching for...something. Rob watches Jordan's face, serene, yet unresponsive. It's clear Jordan has moved on. Rob swallows hard, realizing that sometimes, freedom means letting go of what hurts you most.
As the former masters enter their new home, the Kingdom, they look around at the simplicity of the place. It's quiet, peaceful almost. The sound of the gates closing behind them echoes through the valley.
The finality of those gates shutting sends a chill down Rob's spine. He watches the backs of the former masters now inmates disappear into their new reality. Quiet. Peaceful. Such contrast to the turmoil they once brought upon others, including himself.
Tanner, once so full of himself, now just another figure disappearing into the distance. The silence feels heavy, laden with the weight of consequence. Without thinking, Rob takes a step forward, as if drawn to follow them, to see what lies beyond those gates.
But Felix's gentle touch on his arm stops him cold. "Let them go, let it all go" Felix murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. Rob blinks, his breath catching. Yeah. Let them go. Let them figure out what they've lost. Let them figure out themselves.
The gates close leaving the freed slaves on the side of justice, the side of freedom, there is silence at first nobody knows what to say. Pat and Joe always wanted to stay longer in the USA. They will never leave, never leave the Kingdom.
The silence stretches, thick with emotion, as if the very air is heavy with the weight of liberation. Rob stands amidst the crowd, surrounded by strangers-turned-allies, all sharing the same stunned expression.
They've witnessed history, witnessed the downfall of tyrants and the rise of freedom. But now, faced with the aftermath, they're left reeling, unsure what comes next. He breathes deeply, feeling the cool air fill his lungs, untainted by fear or oppression.
For the first time, he allows himself to believe that maybe, just maybe, things truly will be different now. What should he do now. Where should he go. The battles done and freedom feels good.
Tyler picks up the microphone. He looks around the crowd, recognising a great many of the former slaves, Kyle, Brandon, Anton, Robin, Finn, Toni the members of the civic experiment that where the first suffer.
He looks at Rob and Felix, then Jordan and Max. "Tonight won't be remembered as the day we sealed the kingdom shut, tonight will be remembered as the biggest party that North America has ever seen. Party... Party... Party..." Tyler screams
The crowd erupts, cheering, crying, hugging one another. Rob's stunned, his cheeks flushing with relief, joy, disbelief. He's never seen anything like this. The atmosphere transforms instantly, the weight lifting off everyone's shoulders. Party? After everything? But...but yes. Yes!
Felix grins, slapping him on the back, infectious laughter spilling out. Rob's grin is shaky at first, unsure how to process this overwhelming sense of joy. He's still reeling from the events of the past few hours, but the infectious energy of the celebration pulls him in.
The faces around him blur together Kyle, Brandon, Anton, Robin, Finn, Toni each one a testament to survival, to resilience. They're celebrating life, liberty, and the possibility of a brighter tomorrow. As music starts to play loudly and beers getting sunk. Ron has one thought in his head.
Pat and Joe are naked on the other side of the wall listening to them drink, laugh and dance. There is some justice in the world.
Tyler
Three months have passed since Tanner and the rest of the masters have been locked in the Kingdom. Prince Felix, that he was once called, is now about to be in augurated as the next president of the United States of America.
“It should have been you, the next president, all you have been through. Everything you have done, achieved. Why did you refuse?” President Felix asks as he offers Tyler a plate, with cheese, crackers and dips. Tyler lips curl slightly, almost into a smile.
“Because, I want to be truly free. Not just as a free man, but free from all of this, the scrutiny, the history, the line of media that will always want more. I never asked for any of this, I want to live without constant questions about what I have lived through” Felix smiles and nods at his answer.
“The people wanted you, they will always want you. They know you will make a speech after me. After I accept my inauguration. I am happy, you deserve to make this announcement Tyler. It’s your victory” Felix says.
“I know you feel guilty Felix, for the part you played, but you shouldn’t. You deserve every credit for this rebellion that I do. If not, even more. I was fighting for my life, my freedom. You were free, you could have just left, gone to Europe, but you stayed and you fought” Tyler says looking into his eyes.
“Thank you, Tyler, Tanner and me, we, I, mostly, developed the drugs that made you, crash that van into the town hall. What really started all of this. I never knew, I mean how could I have, that this is what he had planned.” Felix says, a tear, narrow but a tear escapes his eyes.
“Be not so sorry for what you’ve done, forget it” Tyler grips Felixs hand “It’s done. You were one of few, who given, ultimate power didn’t exploit it, if it wasn’t for you, I would still be a slave, you deserve more credit than you are giving yourself”. Felix sits back and again nods.
“Thank you, I think it’s time to give my acceptance speech. And you your announcement.” Felix and Tyler step out onto the stage, the crowd cheers as they see the two of them. Felix steps up to the podium.
“Ladies and gentlemen, as your president…” but he is forced to pause from the overwhelming sound from the audience. “Hey… Heeey, Tyler, We, wanna know ah, ah, ah, if you will be our friend” Felix smiles and looks at Tyler.
“Thank you as I was saying” Felix is again interrupted as the crowd gets louder. “Hey… Heeey, Tyler, We, wanna know ah, ah, ah, if you will be our friend” Felix scratches his head and begins to speak again. “Hey… Heeey, Tyler, We, wanna know ah, ah, ah, if you will be our friend.”
This time the crowd is louder than anything ever expected. Felix looks around at the crowd, they keep singing the same chant. “Hey… Heeey, Tyler, We, wanna know ah, ah, ah, if you will be our friend.” The sound of the people is deafening, a tear rolls down Felix’s face before he speaks again.
“Ok, I’ll let Tyler speak.” The crowd goes silent. Tyler walks up to the microphone. The stage. He looks around at all the people in front of him. All the people who have suffered, some more than him. He thinks about smiling, but it doesn’t seem right. This is more important.
“My friends… my brothers and sisters in freedom.” He stops, he walks into the crowd.
Three years ago, I stood before the world as the first man enslaved under the Sampson Slavery Laws.
They took my dignity, my humanity, my name. They took my name and used it as a vehicle to present their new agenda. But what they did to us, is all that really matters.
They striped us naked, they defiled us, pissed on us and deformed many. They raped us, fucked us, forced us to do these acts to others. Even if the others wanted it or not. They told us we were less than human, that we were property, that obedience was our purpose. But they were wrong.
We endured it all. We endured hunger, cold, and humiliation. We buried friends, lovers, and children. And yet we endured. Because deep inside every one of us, there burned a truth they could never extinguish. That no law, no chain, no man could own another.
Today, we stand not as slaves, not as fugitives, but as free people. People have told me, strangers, the media, YouTube, TikTok that I changed the world. I didn’t, we did, we changed the world, we brought it back. Fairness, decency, respect for our fellow man. We did all that, not me.
President Hicks has fallen. Dr. Tanner Sampson the man who deceived me, the man who built his empire on human misery has been brought to justice. The system they created has been torn down, piece by piece. But today is not only about vengeance. It is about rebirth.
We will not rebuild the old world. We will build something new something worthy of those we lost. A nation where no one will ever again be sold, branded, or silenced. Freedom is not a gift that can be granted. It is a right that must be defended, every day, by all of us.
So let this day be remembered not just as the day slavery ended, but as the day humanity began again. We are the proof that even in the darkest hour, hope survives. Today I announce the end of slavery. The Sampsons Slavery Laws have been repealed.”
He raises his fist. The crowd erupts, voices joining in a cry that echoes around the world.
“Thank you, Tyler, thank you Tyler, thank you Tyler” being chanted by the delirious crowd. Tyler steps forward and raises the mic to his lips. But the crowd’s chants grow stronger. “Thank you, Tyler, thank you Tyler, thank you Tyler” He nods and then screams.
“This will be called the Troye Freedom Act.”
Epilogue
Six Months Later
Dr Phillips is stood in the centre of Jordan and Max who are both dressed in suits. They are on a beach on the most western part of Australian. All the members of the Civic Experiment are there, including Rob, Todd and Carl.
The guests are in board shorts and a t-shirt made to look like suits, sitting on white, wooden chairs. The sun is beaming down on them, behind them is a line of surfboards and the ocean. They watch on as Carl plays a guitar. Chilled music plays softly.
“Would you like to make your vows” Dr Phillips says while looking at Max. He smiles and nods. “I don’t know what to say other than I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you” Max says shaking his head a bit embarrassed.
Jordan smiles “Same and why should we follow the traditions of the people who enslaved us, it’s a new world thanks to us. Let’s make new traditions”. Dr Phillips steps forward. “That’s good enough for me, Max and Jordan, you are married now, congratulations” Dr Phillip announces.
They all cheer as Jordan and Max kiss. Jordan and Max, both remove their jackets. Jordan starts to unbutton Max’s shirt, kissing his neck lightly as he does it. The rest start waxing up their surf boards as Max and Jordan slowly strip each other.
“Let’s, go for a surf” Max says as himself and Jordan are now stood in just board shorts. The guests remove their t-shirts and pick up their boards. They all run into the sea leaving Tyler and Dr Phillips behind. Tyler walks up to Dr Phillips.
“I guess it’s time to actually be a doctor again. Back to the day job”. Tyler steps closer to the doctor. “If it wasn’t for you, we all still be slaves. Thank you for everything, I really appreciate it” Tyler says before kissing Dr Phillips he lets the kiss linger and then steps away.
He turns and picks up his surf board and runs to the sea. The water is cool. It’s the first time he has surfed since the start of the Civic Experiment. He paddles out beyond the breaking waves to where the rest are sitting on their boards.
Max points towards something over Tylers shoulders. He turns around and watches as a pod of dolphins catches waves. A few swims under the boards of the surfers. They all surf for two hours before paddling back in.
Tyler wraps a towel around his shoulders and sits beside a small fire. The rest are already there drinking whiskey. “Let’s celebrate this in style” Max says handing them all cigars. Tyler picks up his glass and takes a sip as he lights his cigar.
“So now that you are married, what’s the plan” Tyler wonders. “Back to the plantation, Jordan and Tanner were married. Tanner isn’t a citizen anymore. His property and estate are Jordans. We plan on working the land and living an easy life” Max answers.
Tyler looks around the group. “And Toni, Finn, you guys going back to Germany” Finn shakes his head. “No. We are setting up a clinic in the town. Lots of slaves had cruel modifications done to them. We are going to stay and help them. Which does bring me to a proposal”
Finn looks at Anton and Robin who are sat beside each other. “We will need some nurses to help us, would the two of you like to come work with us. You will get an education and the money is good” Finn asks. Both Anton and Robin smile and nod their heads. “Thank you” they both say.
“That brings us to the last two of the Civic Experiment” Tyler looks to Brandon and Kyler, who are holding hands. “We got gifted Owens land, his house, his money. So, we figure we are going to surf, to party, to just have fun” they say kissing one another.
Silence falls over the group as Tyler’s eyes fall on Todd. “I don’t really deserve a happy ending. I wasn’t like you, I was guilty of my crime. I did it, it was a stupid mistake but I did it.” Todd says sadly, looking at Max. “Everything you did, you made up for, you are a hero Todd” Max says.
“Well, I’m going to spend my time brining justice to the world. Not all the slave police, not all the people who did terrible things have been brought to justice. Conor and Brian an example. I am going to hunt these people, the ones who did the worst and bring them justice” Todd adds.
“Rob, Dr Phillips told me you decided to keep one of your modifications, he didn’t say what” Tyler says as he takes a sip from his whiskey. Rob, smiles. He takes a drag from his cigar and nods. “I did.” He runs his fingers along Carls legs.
“I was given a few modifications, one was to make me be able to sing, on request, or well, orders, to perfect harmony. Figured I’d keep that one. Goin to tour America with Carl. And sing perfectly to the slaves that have been freed.” There is a silence, as they listen.
“There are areas set up, being set up, rehabilitation communities, for, well, those that had it the worst. We are going to visit those. We are going to bring music and dancing. We are going to give them some joy” Carl strums the guitar once more.
“You have asked everyone else Tyler, what are you going to do now? You changed the world twice, you are free, the world is yours, what is, potentially the most famous person in the country going to do now.” Rob asks. Tyler grins, almost smiling.
“Before this all began, three years ago, more, that’s when it went bad, when Zac and I travelled, when we were brothers, we had this dream. We wanted to see every capital city in the world. But we didn’t have the money.
Now, now I have more money, than I could ever dream of. President Felix has compensated me for, well, everything. So, I’m going to do that, or at least try, Zac won’t be with me. I’ll be alone and that’s fine.” The free men all sip their drinks as the sun begins to descend upon the horizon.
“But that’s a different day, today, now, what’s left of it, this moment, when we might never see each other again. At least not collectively like this, not this army, that over threw a dictatorship. I want to hear you sing. Max and Jordan, at least deserve a wedding song” Tyler says, smiling.
“I don’t know” Rob says, his face crimson.
“Oh come on, Sing us a song, you're the piano man, Sing us a song tonight , Well, we're all in the mood for a melody, And you've got us feeling alright” everyone starts to clap and laugh. “Tyler can sing” Kyle says. Tyler looks away shyly. Rob smiles, they all smile.
“Ok, well this is a song by a wonderful woman named Nina Simone, she was an activist, against slavery, in a way, she used her music, her voice and charisma to make a change. Carl, can you help with the music” Rob asks, Carl nods.
The group falls silent as Carl strums on the guitar. Tyler looks out on the ocean, the waves lapping, the sun dipping, casting a golden hue. As Rob starts to sing, Tyler for the first time in three years smiles. A small tear escapes, his tear is of happiness as he listens.
“Birds flying high, you know how I feel
Sun in the sky, you know how I feel
Breeze drifting on by, you know how I feel
It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life for us, yeah
It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life for us, ooh
And were feeling free.”
