Note:
Im new to writing, and english sint my first language so please have patience with me and my rookie msitakes haha. Ive been searching online for stories similar to this and wanted to try writing one myself. Would love feedback! But ultimately I do this for fun and hope youll have fun reading! TW: harsch words and plan on getting stronger haha.
Chapter One - The Fag-Post
My hands tremble as I hold the heavy envelope. A weird weight seems to move from my throat, through my stomach towards my dick. I know a simple envelope doesn’t have to mean shit. I mean, everyone gets one. Maybe not this exact day, but sooner or later every male will have their results finalized and sent out. Still…
I stare at the still sealed letter. The paper is gray and thick.
OFFICIAL
Central Authority of the State
Office of Male Classification & Service Assignment
Citizen JAKE EVEREST
1402 Oaklake Road, Apt 17B
Riverside District (06)
I stare at the name. JAKE EVEREST. Its written in all caps. Is that why I’m nervous? It's probably normal. I mean, its an official letter from the state; the name being in all caps is probably not a big deal. Tell that to my shaking hands. The sound of a siren in the distance make me jolt as if a pair of strong hands all of a sudden poked me in the sides.
”Holy shit!” I exclaim and laugh as I feel my pulse deafening my hearing and then slowly drift off again. As if the cops were going to come collect me already for not opening a letter the second it arrived. I put it down for a bit. Ive been nervous for this all week.
It started last Monday at the office. Word had gotten out that the state had started sending out the Service Assignment letters. Or, The Fag Post, as it was more commonly known as. No one really knew if it was true or not until it happened in our building. Rumors about guys on the other floors all of a sudden putting their notice in, quitting on the spot.
We are prepared for this though. These things are accounted for in the Formal Agreement for Gendered Governance, Orientation and Training, the FAGGOT act. However, seeing it in person is always a thrill, for better or worse. I had never personally seen one myself. However when the rumors about other floors being affected, the workers on my floor peaked up their interests.
”Dude, I heard Bill got fagged the other day”.
I listened carefully to the conversation from the booth I was peeing in. The two men talking at the urinal didn’t know I was in there. By the voices I could tell it was Dane and Chris, two loud guys from my floor that always made me nervous. They always joked around and openly talked about intimate stuff like the size of their cocks without shame. They where tall and beefy. Broad shoulders that made me very insecure. I worked out, but their frame made my tiny build just feel immaculate, and they knew it. I heard their heavy stream hit the urinals.
”No fucking way” Chris laughed, ”you serious? Bill on fl.14”
”Yeah, a friend there told me about it. Apparently Bill got to work all flustered and shit, didn’t say hi to anyone. He went straight to the bosses office. All of a sudden they heard the boss laughing about something and then Bill left the building. Hasn’t been seen since”
My heart pounded in my chest. I was mid-pee when they barged in and I had to hold it. My bladder ached but I didn’t want them to notice me.
”Dude, that’s wild” Chris responded amused.
”Is it, tho? The dude always gave me those vibes. Remember when he wouldn’t stop looking at your crotch during that meeting? Pretty sure he’d suck your cock right then and there in front of his boss and all. Im telling you, they probably only based their decision on that desperate fag stare he always made when he’d be presented with a male.”
”Or that he sat down to pee” Chris responded, ”You get your letter yet?”
The sound of a smack echoed in the restroom. Dane seemed to have shoved Chris jokingly, I heard Chris’s urine splashing a little on the floor when he lost balance.
”The fuck do you mean by that? I got my letter the second I got home. Its only the faggots they need time to evaluate” Dane pulled up his zipper.
”Damn, I bet they’re scared. Who do you think might be at risk on our floor?” Chris replied.
”Ugh, I don’t know. Probably Harlan, Everest, maybe that new guy in IT?”.
My stomach twitched and my dick sprayed some piss on the porcelain bowl. They had said my name.
”I thought about Harlan, too. But he seems pretty calm as of late so maybe he managed the test unscathed..”
The two men left the restroom without washing their hands. Their voices trailed off in the halls as I managed to relax. They had said my name, had they been right? I hadn’t given it a serious thought up until now. Either that or the general panic had kept the thoughts at bay. I peed sitting down and left the stall. I smelled Chris’s fresh urine that had splashed on the floor. Lucky those fuckers didn’t catch me in the stall. What would they have done if they saw me sitting while pissing? Probably call me a faggot. Probably drag me out of the stall, force me down on my knees. Telling me to snuff the pissy floor on my hands and knees. Like a dog. Telling me to open my mouth, sucking their cocks clean while keeping eye contact. They’d probably film me.
What the fuck was I thinking Why had my dick reacted to that fantasy? It was NOT a fantasy. A fantasy was something you longed for in some way, and I was not a fucking fag. That had just been a scary thought, like the thought of a car crash or the occasional worst case scenario day dream. I quickly shuffled out of the restroom and headed back to the main office. When I came back the boss was about to gather everyones attention for a quick announcement. Rob was a good boss. He had a similar towering build to Dane and Chris, though larger. The muscles you get from genetics and working hard all your life. If he was as cocky and mean as Dane he would have been terrifying, but he wasn’t. He was stern, but he Wass tern to everyone. He also cared. He remembered everyones name in an instant and made a point of respectfully reminding all of his employees what was expected of them. I allowed myself to take the vision of my boss in. His large feet stood wide apart commandingly. Pants hugging his thick legs and thighs and, what I presumed to be by the bulge, a very large and heavy cock. His shirt stretching over his large pecs and belly, sleeves rolled up, silver chain peaking out through the hairy chest. He shaved his head but kept a short beard. He looked right at me from across the crowded office.
”Last one in before I begin, Everest. Make sure to spread the word in case someone isn’t here yet” Robs eyes traveled across the silent employees. He seemed a bit impatient but still determined to take this time out of his day.
”As some of you may know by now, the state has officially started sending out the Service assignment letters…”
Someone in the crowd whispered ”fag post” which was followed by muffled sneering. Rob paused but kept going.
”Some of you may know about how some of the floors in this building have been affected however I feel its my responsibility to inform you properly how this might turn out. Being classified as a faggot by the state results in termination of ones existing employment. Some of you may be nervous but I assure you, these things are handled with discretion. To those of you who have already heard stories about other floors, keep in mind; these are rumors. Who is a fag and who isn’t is completely between the employer and the State in these cases”
At that point, a guy I haven’t spoken to yelled: ”Yeah, Harlan! Don’t be nervous!”. This was met by laughs. I watched Seb Harlan carefully. He seemed to be shrinking at his desk, pale white face. He was terrified.
”Alright, now” Rob tried to calm everyone down but a discreet smirk escaped his mouth. Even he couldn’t seem to deny Harlan was a total fag. ”Since I know the letters are being sent out I will be present at the office every day from mon - fri the following month incase anyone of you need to resign. Remember, being a faggot is an important part of society and the Federal Agreement. Trust the process and you’ll be fine. Sound good?”
No one had dared to answer. When Rob went back to his room everyone returned to their desks. I did swell, but I only pretended to work. I stared at my screen. Would I be met with a gray letter from the state when I arrived home?
For about a week it was hell. I watched Harlan resign, and it wasn’t as discreet as Rob had promised, but that would probably be Harlans fault. He walked into the office obviously uncomfortable, probably already clean shaved his body. Everyone stared as he walked straight to Robs office. He was inside for about 5 minutes before Rob let him out. He hurried to the elevators and went down. Rob had turned to the smiling crowd watching him. He had smiled back.
”Fagged”.
Shouts and catcalls had filled the room. The men applauded and exchanged words about bets they’ve made. Each day I came home the anxiety around opening my mail grew stronger, but no letter arrived. One more guy from the office resigned on Thursday. By the weekend I started to relax. Maybe that was it?
Cut to today. It was a normal day at the office. It was sunny out. I even chatted and laughed a bit with the Rob. When I got home I opened my letterbox on autopilot deep in thought about me needing to furlong my gym membership when I was hit with a gray flash. All sound seemed to disappear. I just stared at it. An official letter from the state.
Now I’m sitting with it in my hands again. Should I just rip it open? Fuck it. It could just say I’ve been classified as a male. But…
I use a knife to carefully open the letter. I read it:
Office of Male Classification & Service Assignment
Central Authority of the State
Order No. 27 - 341
Citizen: JAKE EVEREST
You are hereby formally notified that your mandatory Classification Review has been processed and your status has been confirmed.
Classification: FAGGOT (Utility Grade - Service Eligible)
After a review of your physical markers, behavioral indicators, and natural predisposition, you have been officially designated as a faggot under the laws of The State and section 4 of the Formal Agreement for Gendered Governance, Orientation, and Training (Common official shorthand: the FAGGOT or FAGGOT act)
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I stare at the words. Classification: FAGGOT. My heart is pounding worse than. Fuck… my ears are heating. My eyes feel heavy but alert. Each word is being drilled into my brain. My dick is betraying me, growing from the thought of men having looked at me and then making a judgement. Was it easy for them? Was it obvious? Did they laugh? Fuck, is all of this sending a somewhat exciting shill down my spine..?
I continue reading, hypnotized.
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This classification is final, binding, and non-appealable. It reflects your natural biological and psychological placement within the established male hierarchy.
As such, you are required to report for Initial Intake and Orientation at:
Service Processing Center - District 7
1421 Industrial Lane, Lower entry.
Date: Friday, April 24th, 2051.
Time: 07:00 sharp
What to expect upon Reporting:
Full body inspection and photographic documentation of the standard Fag poses: Frontal, Inspection (front and back), Endure, Kneel, Doggy, and Liferuiner.
Fitting of a standard-issue steel dicklet cage. (Chastity enforcement and training begins immediately)
Baseline stretching and depth assessment.
Assignment of your official Fag-ID.
Regarding employment:
Upon receipt of this notice, you must resign from your current position immediately. Faggots do not maintain civilian employment. On the morning on your intake day (or earlier if possible), report in person to your supervisor and state the following exact words:
”I (your name) have been officially classified as a faggot by The State and must resign effective immediately o begin full-time service.”
Your employer is required by law to process this resignation without delay. Any final compensation or benefits will be transferred directly to the Central Authority for your maintenance fund.
You will arrive at the Processing Center completely clean and shaven smooth or trimmed from the neck down. Bring no personal items except your government-issued ID. All clothing, belongings, and personal effects will be collected upon arrival.
This concludes this letter. Your mouth and fag cunt are now designated as community resources. Your pleasure is secondary to the well being of The State and the biologically superior. Your denial is permanent and medically necessary for your continued health and proper function.
Men are waiting. Welcome to your purpose, faggot.
In Service and Hierarchy,
Director Elias Voss
Office of Male Classification & Service Assignment
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My body has stiffened somewhere along the way letter and now feels impossible to move. Not numb, however, since a worrying tingle is now moving through it. A faggot. The state has officially qualified me as a fucking faggot, and they expected me Friday 07:00. Sharp…
