A gay adult story: The Breeders Life 6: Punishment Is Life by Rilen2016 ,
Part 6 of a Breeders Life… once again something very different.
The Breeders Life 6: Punishment Is LifeFor those of you who are to dumb to remember everything I have told you about our life post war. Here it is in a nutshell… if you are a woman it sucks, if your gay it sucks, if you refuse to play by the rules then you are going to know what pain is. This is what happens when you don’t comply. In high school we had a guy in our class he was fourteen when he was caught having sex with a male teacher.
Not that he had a choice according to him anyway. The laws are however strict. He was arrested for beiung gay and the teacher got the same treatment. The boy in question a young man named George, got a much lighter sentence than the teacher but whether you like it or not. Willing or not if you are caught with another man or another woman then you are going to pay.
George was fourteen when he was found guilty of homosexuality. He did not deny it, maybe if he had he might have gotten an even lighter sentence. No such luck for the teacher who got sentenced to life in the breeding grounds. He would be strapped down to a bed (if you can call it that for 8 hours a day, he would be raped by women who wanted children or just abused by women and men who wanted to make an example out of him.
After eight hours on what would be charitably called an uncomfortable metal bed he would be expected to seed the female captives who’s crimes were as vicious as not opening their legs for the men when commanded to do so.) this is what he could expect to do for the rest of his life. If he couldn’t get hard then he would be castrated and sent to the slaughter house. No second chances for a lifer. None what so ever. This is the law it does not forgive it does not forget.
I only found out what happened to George last year, when we had both turned 22. George is not the cute little kid I remember him to be. He was tall shaggy haired and a shadow of his former self. Like all former inmates of the breeding grounds he had been given a barcode tattoo on the back of his neck. A septum ring which had been welded together. It was designed never to be taken out. Their were other modifications but I couldn’t see them I just knew that he would have them.
George was skinny far to skinny to be healthy.
He told me he understood how I felt, he knew what it was like to be just a piece of meat, I’m 22 like him and this is my third pregnancy. I am four months along with twins and starting to get extremely brig. He noticed the way I walked towards him and said he could tell I have plugs up my ass and cunt. Of course he was correct. I rarely didn’t have plugs in them, the vibrators in my pussy lips as well as else where made me even hotter than I usually am and that is saying a lot.
“You have to understand, that after I was found guilty they took me out of the room without a chance to say goodbye to my parents or siblings.” George explained to me. “They took me into this examination room where a doctor and nurse, yeah professional’s were waiting for me. They wait for all of us convicted of sex crimes.” George said to me. “I was told to strip when I didn’t respond quickly enough, they stripped me of my clothes. Scissors and they weren’t to careful with themeither.” George explained.
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George’s POV
8 years ago
I hesitate only for a moment and the choice is taken away from me. Six years of no choices to be made, I was raped and I am guilty as he is… the person who did this to me. Where is the justice in this world for the victims. I don’t adhere to the old adage that there are no victims when it comes to sex. If you are having it against your will then how is that a crime you have committed. The asshole in question is 60 pounds heavier than me and I am the one at fault for not fighting back hard enough. My mom and dad say they are ashamed of me, they are ashamed. A brick layer and a fucking hooker… that bitch… I am getting away from my current problems. They have me down to my boxers. I used to be on the football team, now I’d be lucky to see a ball again in my life. Once a sex crime convict the whole damn world will know about your past for the rest of your life.
I have it easier I guess, I am not going to have to give birth in public, people pay to see that kind of spectacle. No I will be tied to a metal bed and fucked for eight hours a day, I would be expected to perform or I’d likely be castrated by the sons of bitchers who are my jailers. One of the guards has my arms locked behind my back by a pair of police issue handcuffs they are so tight it hurts but what can I say… nothing I am a convict. They have me where they want me and when they remove my boxers my limp cock is exposed to the world. I am not the guy with the longest cock in the world but I have a very thick cock. I’ve never been able to use it, I am a virgin. At least I was, until that fucker raped me. So what if I am gay, that doesn’t mean that… okay fine yes I am gay. I like guys, not that its going to matter any more. They will make sure of that.
“Boy I am talking to you.” The doctor yelled at me.
“What?” I demand of him. It is completely the wrong thing to say in that manner. Not when this bastard decides what is done with my body today.
“Fagot I do not care who you think you are. You are here because of your sexual deviancy. You will speak to me and my staff with respect or you shall suffer the consequences of your actions again. Now I told you to get your scrawny fagot ass over here boy.” He snarled at me and nodded at my capture who pushed me forward. I have no way of stopping myself from falling as he takes me by surprise. I hit the ground face first and moan in pain as I land on my nose. “Look at the fagot can’t help but fall over in his willingness to suck our cocks.” The doctor said to the room to much laughter. I feel one of the guards grab me by the hair and drag me to my feet. I scream in pain from this and can’t help but wish I was anywhere but here. When I am back on my feet the guard doesn’t use my arms to guide me but drags me by the hair and drags me to the doctor. I cry all the way to the doctor, I’d cry for my mommy but that would do no good.
“Is this necessary?” The youngest guard asks.
“Oh yes, you cannot show compassion to the recently convicted. If they think that they can get away with murder they will try and get away with it. You have to be firm with them and you have to be harsh, it shows them what they can expect if they fail to comply with their overlords.” The doctor explained. “I will only see this piece of shit fagot if he under performs, then I will neuter him if he is lucky or take it all away. Nullo’s do not survive in the world at large, not these days. Sex transplants are illegal of course, so once you take their balls or cock and balls they are sexless dickless fagots forever.” The doctor said to him.
When you hear this sort of thing, you can not help but cry and cry hard. For fuck sake I was fourteen years old when they did this to me. When I was processed I was barely out of puberty I’d yet to have a major growth spurt. Hell I had no idea how good life could be and truth be told after this day it would be a long time before I knew what it was like to have a thing called a life.
“First you have to get the piercings out of the way. He is down for six all in all… all of which are permanent. A sign that he was a convicted sex offender.” He said to the room not me… of course the others in the room knew what was about to happen to me I meanwhile had no idea. Most piercings these days are done after a numbing agent has been applied but when you are a convict that is not the case. “First of course we do the ones that will cause the least amount of problems.” The doctor continued. “Boys get him in the chair, I want his legs in the stirrups.” He said to the guards. Before I even have time to fight, believe me by this point I want to. I am in the chair immobile. I feel a small prick in my back. They dont tell you what this is but you know fairly quickly exactly what it was. You soon can’t move any of your limbs its a drug that essentially paraylses you. Not just from the waist down but from the neck down. It is not permanent, it has an effect of about an hour. But for that hour you are helpless and that is what they want me to be. I can still feel everything that the doctor is doing. He moves my ball sack about and I am unable to do anything about the erection this gives me. My 6” uncut cock is now standing at attention and that is of course what he wants.
“That is a fairly impressive piece of meat, he will be popular.” One of the guards comments causing me to blush. They are talking about me as if I am not here. I can’t help but feel disgusted with them and myself for being completely helpless against what they are doing to me. They force my head into these cushion things that have the effect of making it impossible for me to move my head from side to side or up and down. Then the doctor begins his work.
“First things first the septum piercing. This is essentially welded into place.” The doctor says to the room at large.
If I thought the emotional pain of being stripped by these people was bad, it was nothing compared to the pain of being pierced. I screamed as he pierced my nose. I screamed and screamed hard. Not that it was painful particularly, it was a knee jerk reaction to the pain I was enduring and the fact that I could not move, not even an inch my whole body was immobile. I could hear screams from somewhere else in the building but I would only realise this later. They were the screams of my fellow criminal. It brought me some comfort that he was in as much pain as I was. They use a machine to complete the seal on the piercing. So there is no scaring of my face.
“Good puppy.” The doctor said to me. “Now his nipples.” The doctor said to the room laughing. He enjoyed his job I knew this by now.
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