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The Boys of Colony Theta Ch.10

Achievement Unlocked

The euphoric sense of achievement Jim had felt as the program he and Miles had put together finally cracked the elusive password was not to last very long. The system was due to shut down for the day in just over a minute, but there was just time to save the password in a discrete location, ready for the end of his next shift when there would hopefully be some time to finally discover what it was that the password was protecting.

As the system finally went down for the day, there was the usual collective sigh of relief, stretching of aching muscles and sudden outbreak of chatter as the six naked young males completed another tiring shift in the data transfer suite. All Jim wanted to do was to get hold of Miles and tell him of their success in cracking the password. He knew he had to be careful however, discussing out in the open about hacking into what was obviously a very secure part of the breeding colony's server network would arouse the interest of the surveillance team in no time at all. And, following the recent incident with Officer Harman, he wasn't about to go taking stupid risks right now. So, at the earliest opportunity as they left the admin building, Jim took Miles by the hand and gathered him into a warm embrace.

"Window." He whispered the code word they had agreed upon that signalled that he wanted to discuss something relating to their quest to crack the password. Miles nodded in acknowledgement, and then kissed Jim softly on the lips.

Minutes later, in the toilet block of Miles's barracks, their usual venue for their clandestine silent pencil-and-paper discussions, Jim took the piece of paper, and the by then very blunt pencil that Miles handed him, and scribbled down a single word in large block capitals.

"SUCCESS!!"

Miles grinned broadly in reply and once more they embraced and kissed. This time however, instead of a soft meeting of lips, their kiss suddenly became inflamed and passionate.

Their tongues entwined and caressed each other's, their hands went behind the other's head to bring them yet closer together, their breathing became heavy and in no time at all they were gasping for air. Needing to take a breath, their lips parted momentarily, a tiny thread-like strand of saliva briefly glistened in the light before breaking as they looked each other in the eye. Without even thinking about it, Jim felt himself reaching down across Miles's bare chest, grazing the young male's sensitive nipples, down his left flank and over his thigh until his hand alighted, almost inevitably, on his beau's smooth and totally hairless penis.

As soon as he began to stroke the other male's organ, he felt it awakening from its flaccid slumber in his hand. The muscles within Miles's pelvis relaxed, allowing his blood to rush in and fill his erectile tissues with a pulsating warmth that increased by the second. Miles in return brought his own hand towards Jim's penis, to reciprocate and to express his love for the younger male. As each boy engorged within the other's hand, they embraced and kissed once more, this time softer and savouring the moment.

As time passed, the gentle stroking motion each boy was delivering to the other gave way to more forceful pumping of fists as the two of them felt their ardour increasing exponentially with each passing second. They gazed into each other's eyes, probing deep into the other's soul, confirming the love they felt for each other. Miles wore a soft, almost vacant expression on his beautiful face as though nothing else in the world mattered to him at that moment, except for the sensation he was receiving from Jim and concentrating on returning it to the boy he loved in equal measure. Their breaths went from being slow and steadily deep, to being short and rapid gasps as they came closer and closer to their inevitable zenith. At that precious moment in time, the world around them seemed to melt away - in that stolen moment they weren't slaves, kept in permanent nudity and forced into repeatedly mating with women in order to sire children, they weren't second-class citizens in a female-dominated society under the oppressive thumb of a totalitarian extremist feminist government, they weren't trapped within a closed and sterile environment with no way out into the outside world. They were just two young males, deeply in love and sharing a precious moment of euphoria and joy. Jim loved Miles deeply, with every bone, muscle, sinew and fibre in his body. He loved him with his very soul, and wanted to give him all the pleasure he could possibly give him.

Almost without warning, Miles's face suddenly turned from vacancy into a gnarled grimace as he reached the pinnacle of male orgasmic joy. He gasped and yelped and panted, his knees weakened as Jim's fist pumped away at his shaft rapidly, the other boy's hand almost a blur. And then...

He came. Miles erupted, his emission hitting Jim right on his belly. One blast followed another as Miles ejaculated, his semen dribbled down Jim's front until it met with his own hand, suddenly offering a dose of slippery lubrication between his hand and Jim's own erection. His entire orgasm only lasted for five seconds, but such was the explosive intensity he had felt, it left him feeling warm and deeply satisfied. He hadn't realised that Jim had released his penis from his grasp until he had begun to come around to his senses. Without thinking, he got down on his knees and took the other boy's erection into his mouth, gripping hold of Jim's buttocks in order to pull him in. He tasted the salty-sweetness of his spend upon Jim's firmly engorged shaft. Under normal circumstances he would've felt repulsed by this, but these were most categorically not normal circumstances, and all he wanted was to give his boyfriend an unforgettable experience.

Jim was startled as he felt Miles's lips close around his penis, he had never before experienced such a rush like it before. The concentration of nerve cells on his glans and his foreskin made him feel as though he could sense each and every one of Miles's tastebuds as his tongue licked and caressed the most sensitive part of his entire body. And it wasn't long before he too felt the rush of approaching orgasmic explosion.

Sure enough, he felt a lightning bolt flash across every inch of his naked body, focussing and coalescing in his groin until he too erupted in an exultant fervour of gnashed teeth, tensed muscles and euphoric joy. Miles swallowed every last millilitre of Jim's orgasmic ejaculation, his Adam's Apple pulsing as he gulped down Jim's release. He didn't care that it tasted salty and musky, it tasted of Jim, of the boy he loved. And he accepted Jim's spend as though it were a precious gift to him, something to be savoured, and at that moment he felt closer than ever to the boy.

However, as soon as he released Jim's penis from his mouth, as it slipped out coated in a glistening cocktail of both boys ejaculations and his own saliva, reality suddenly returned with a vengeance. That precious moment between them was now, and would forevermore, be in the past. There would be other occasions of course, when they joined each other in giving and receiving love and pleasure to each other, but such moments could only ever be a mere blip, a tiny nanosecond in relation to the infinity of the universe. Miles rose to his feet and the two boys kissed softly and lovingly as their loving interlude evaporated and shimmered away into eternity, to be lost forever but remembered forevermore.

Now that they were back within the bosom of reality, the two boys continued their silent scribbled discourse.

"Password successfully cracked, program worked beautifully!" Jim wrote.

"Great!" Miles replied, "Was there time for a look at what it is hiding?"

"No, but I managed to save it so that next time all I have to do is paste it into the password box and go straight in."

"It will have to wait until Thursday, at the end of our next shift." Miles added.

"You ready for the swimming competition tomorrow?" Jim asked out loud since it was a safe topic of conversation.

"You bet!" Miles replied as he wrote on his piece of paper, "I can't wait, it'll be fun."

"It won't be easy though." Jim said guardedly, "I spoke to Coach Collins yesterday and she said that the blue team have a boy, Dawson 773590, whose qualifying time was just a tenth of a second slower than mine."

"Well, it'd be a bit boring if it was too easy for us!" Miles chuckled.

"I want to see for myself what the password is hiding." Miles jotted as he spoke about the upcoming swimming contest, "Call me across to ask for help when you get a chance and we'll look at it together."

"Will do!" Jim scrawled quickly in reply.

And then once more they kissed one last time before flushing away the evidence of their clandestine conversation - this time making sure that two toilets were flushed.

Diving In

It was Wednesday morning, the day of the annual swimming competition. The event would last all day, with the morning devoted mainly to heats, the afternoon given over to semi-finals and the evening session reserved for the finals. Since Miles was a year older than Jim, they had been entered in different year groups and so would not be competing together. This didn't really bother them as it gave them a chance to cheer each other on rather than be in competition with each other, as had happened during the trials. Kulvinder, mainly due to his recent injuries sustained during his ordeal at the hands of Officer Harman, had dropped out of his event, the 200m backstroke, but it cheered Jim enormously to see his friend watching from the bleachers at the side of the pool. He looked far better than when he had last seen him in the infirmary almost a week earlier.

The Fertilisation Sector authorities had granted Kulvinder a one-week reprieve from normal duties and had postponed his upcoming mating session to give him some time to recuperate emotionally as well as physically. To this end, he had been granted the use of a private single room that was normally set aside for visiting women such as council members and inspectors. To say that the Asian boy looked much better was an understatement. Jim decided to go and say hello.

"It's great to see you Kul! How are you?" Jim asked with a warm smile as he approached his friend.

"Much better, thank you." He replied.

Jim couldn't help himself, and took the Asian boy into a warm fraternal hug and patted him on the back.

"It's good to have you back Kul, did you hear that Harman has been suspended for what she did to you?"

"Yes, hopefully we've seen the back of her!" Kulvinder replied, a hint of venom in his voice.

"How is everything, erm... y'know... with your erm..." Jim stuttered.

"My bum?" Kulvinder said, "It feels a lot better, thank you for asking."

He turned around to give Jim a clear view of his backside. While the cuts from Harman's ring had fully healed, they had left behind several scars, some more prominent than others.

"At least I can sit down now without having to use an inflatable cushion!" He added over his shoulder.

"Damn Kul! She... She scarred you!" Jim said, aghast at the sight of his friend's disfigured derrière.

"It's not all that bad." Kulvinder replied as he turned to face his friend once more, "The physical wounds heal easily. It's... it's the emotional wounds that will take longer."

During her assault on him, Officer Harman had urinated on the Asian boy. Whilst it was acceptable in society for a woman to deliver disciplinary beatings to a male in her charge, and indeed actively encouraged by the United Global Council in order to maintain male subjugation, urinating and defecating upon them was strictly against the 'rules of womanly conduct' and such instances were punishable by custodial sentences.

"Have you seen the counsellor?" Jim enquired of his friend.

"I have, yes. She was very helpful." Kulvinder replied, a tear suddenly visible in the corner of his eye that indicated that his humiliating ordeal was still an emotionally raw subject for him and would likely remain so for some time - possibly even for the rest of his life.

With that thought in mind, Jim resolved to change the subject.

"Anyway, thanks for coming to cheer us on!"

"My pleasure!" Kulvinder said, as he wiped his tear away with the back of his hand, "Just you make sure you and Miles destroy the opposition!"

"Don't worry, we very much intend to!" Jim replied with a smile.

"How are things between you and Miles?" The Asian boy enquired.

"We're um... we're very good, thank you." Jim answered, "We erm... we enjoy each other's company."

"I bet you do!" Kulvinder replied, his face brightening as he made a masturbatory gesture with his right hand.

Jim couldn't help but smile in return, feeling his face flush with embarrassment.

"There's more to us than that Kul." Jim replied, rolling his eyes.

"I know brother, I'm just teasing!"

Jim smiled warmly.

"Glad to see that Harman couldn't take that Kulvinder sense of humour away from you!"

"It'd take a much stronger woman than her to do that!" Kulvinder replied stoically. And the determined expression on his face conveyed to Jim that he meant it.

Both Jim and Miles had won their respective heats easily, both setting very quick times. In the afternoon session, Jim had a minor scare as he was pipped by Dawson 773590, but his second place finish in the semi final meant that he qualified for the final that evening, and instilled in him a renewed determination to not be beaten by the blue team's swimmer for a second time. Even though there were no prizes or medals at stake, only a name entered in the breeding colony's records of its in-house sporting competitions, Jim was determined that it would be James Theta 758994 entered in first place against '100m breaststroke, year 1' and not that of Dawson Theta 773590.

Miles hadn't had any such scares, having won his semifinal in '100m breaststroke, year 2' with comparative ease, cheered on by both Jim and Kulvinder.

And so, as the semi-transparent dome above them darkened to indicate that day had given way to night in the outside world, the finals session got under way. The first event was the freestyle finals - first the 200m, then the 100m followed by the 50m, one final for each of the five year groups. The backstroke and butterfly came next until eventually it was the turn of the breaststroke. Since Jim was in the youngest age group, he went in the first of the 100m finals, he had been drawn in lane 4, right alongside his main rival Dawson who had been assigned to lane 5. He shook hands with the boy in the spirit of good sportsmanship, and then took his place on his starting block.

"Take your marks!" The officer that had been assigned as the race official announced, and the gathered audience of naked males and fully clothed female officers descended into a hushed silence of anticipation.

Jim assumed his starting position; his right leg just before his left leg, his hands gripping the edge of the starting block, his back arched and his bottom raised, and waited for the command to start.

The officer blew her whistle and the race was on. Suddenly the entire crowd erupted into cheering as the eight competitors dived in. Jim had got off to the perfect start. The trouble was, so had Dawson. The first length continued with both boys neck and neck, the pair of them eking out a slight lead over the rest of the field. As they approached the far end of the pool they prepared to make what would be a critical turn.

Everything was going, to excuse the pun, swimmingly for Jim until somewhat uncharacteristically he timed his turn poorly, having to make a slight half-stroke in order to touch the far wall. This left him with a couple of metres to make up over the second half of the race, as Dawson took the lead after executing a perfect turn. The crowd, realising that the final had just become a battle between two closely matched competitors, grew ever louder in their cheering and shouting, willing these two young males to the finish. Jim felt his muscles begin to burn as he swam harder and faster than he ever had before. He truly was putting everything he had into catching up to his rival. With the cheers of the crowd ringing in his ears he managed to draw alongside Dawson as the race drew to its muscle-burning conclusion, but he was fast running out of pool.

With one final, sinew-searing effort, Jim swam the final 15 metres like he had never swum before and hit the finishing board forcefully with the tips of his fingers. He came to a halt breathlessly, accompanied by a huge roar from the crowd. It took him several moments to get his breath back before he could manage to take a glance at the timing screen.

Lane 4: 1:04.451

Lane 5: 1:04.452

Jim had beaten Dawson by just one hundredth of a second.

"Well... done... brother!" Dawson congratulated Jim breathlessly in a sporting manner, although his disappointment was all too evident, "I'll... get you... next year!"

"Thanks... Dawson!" Jim replied, equally breathlessly, "You were... really tough... to beat!"

The two boys then embraced exhaustedly. Before tiredly making their way out of the pool ready for the next final. Miles's final.

If anything, his final was even more eventful, but the result was nevertheless a convincing win for Jim's boyfriend. There was a disqualification after one of the other competitors from the green team made two false starts, and another of the finalists was penalised after the race for making an incorrect turn. But Miles managed to overcome all of the distractions and emerged victorious by a margin of two seconds. To say that both he and Jim were elated was an understatement.

Indeed at the close of the evening, the red team was declared the overall winner. By way of celebration, the boys of the red team were permitted to remain out after lockdown and were treated to a special meal in the mess courtesy Coach Collins and her team of trainers. After that they were permitted to spend an evening in the theatre, watching a film about the evening's swimming event that had been hastily edited together and was due to be shown to the rest of the population of the Fertilisation Sector over the coming weeks. Jim found himself beaming with pride once his final came around, marvelling at how close a result it was.

It was close to midnight before they were escorted back to their barracks. Before they parted, Miles and Jim shared one last kiss.

"I'm so proud of you Jim." Miles beamed as their lips parted, "You were amazing tonight!"

"Yeah, and you were brilliant too!" Jim replied warmly, "See you in the morning."

"Goodnight Brother."

"Goodnight."

And with one final, brief kiss they went their separate ways.

Access Granted

Thursday morning dawned like any other in the Fertilisation Sector of Breeding Colony Theta, but for two of its inhabitants it would mark the start of a sequence of events that would ultimately end in a way neither of them could ever have predicted. Unbeknownst to them, they were about to embark on a journey towards a shocking discovery. Officer Teague, having returned to the breeding colony a few days earlier for her month long tour of duty, to be briefed on the previous month's events in barrack 27C, was clearly shocked to have been informed about Officer Harman's assault on Kulvinder. She took the Asian boy to one side following morning roll-call to enquire as to his wellbeing. Having assured her that he was okay, she allowed him to rejoin his fellow males on the way to the mess hall for breakfast.
The procession of naked young males towards the enormous edifice that was the mess hall trudged its way along the all too familiar route exactly the same as it did every morning. But in contrast to the majority of the nude throng, Jim had a spring in his step that morning, for not only was he still on a high following his winning performance in the swimming championships the day before, today was the day when he would finally get a chance to discover what the mysterious Theta symbol on the home screen of the colony's data network was hiding. And Miles would be at his side - the only question was how long they would have to uncover whatever was being hidden before the network closed down for the day.

In the end, they had an ample half hour at the end of the day's work. Plenty of time for a good nose around. Neither of them quite knew what they expected to find, it could just be something mundane like the stock levels for liquid soap for the dispensers in the toilets, or ordering protocols for office stationary in the central admin section. In the end it did lead to the central admin section, but the information they uncovered was far from mundane. Jim cautiously attracted Miles's attention, the boy having earlier bagged the workstation next to Jim at the back of the data entry/transfer suite where they were out of view of the rest of the room.

As soon as Miles scooted across to sit next to Jim, they entered the password.

ACCESS GRANTED

"We're in!!" Jim whispered excitedly.

They were confronted by a menu screen displaying a fairly nondescript list of options;

1) Personnel Records

2) Discharge Records

2) Conception Data

4) Birth Records

5) Product Harvesting

"Discharge records?" Jim whispered, "I wonder if it could tell me where my friends ended up!"

"Only one way to find out." Miles replied in a hushed tone, "Let's take a look!"

Jim clicked on the option and was greeted by a screen prompting him to enter a name and number. His heart racing, Jim entered Danny's name and number into the corresponding boxes. After a few moments, a window popped up, Jim's eyes nearly popped out at what he saw.

Daniel Theta 134769

Date of Birth: 20/09/2439

Race: White British

Blood type: O-

Discharged: 20/09/2457

Mother: Mrs Erica Anne Drummond

Sired by: Stuart Theta 990112

"Holy Goddess Miles! It says who his father is!!" Jim exclaimed, trying his best to keep his voice down.

"So the authorities know who our fathers are all along." Miles added in disbelief, "Why on earth do they not tell us?"

"I don't know, but I want to find out." Jim said determinedly. He continued to read from the entry, barely able to contain his shock at what he read.

Notes: Purchased by Mrs Rebecca Theresa Rainham of Apartment 29, Lansberry Mansions, Newkirk Street, Evershaw, Greater Manchester. Paid full sum of Cr50,000.00 +20% tax, no credit arrangement requested.

"Purchased?? Danny was purchased??" Jim exclaimed as quietly as he could, "He told me before we were separated that he had been assigned to a sponsor! He didn't say anything about anyone buying him!"

"He probably didn't know that himself at the time." Miles said.

Jim went back a step and entered the details for Danny's father, Stuart 990112 into the search box.

Stuart Theta 990112

Date of Birth: 09/11/2419

Blood Type: O-

Race: White British

Discharged: N/A Retained as Copulator in Fertilisation Sector

Mother: Mrs. Agatha Anderson

Sired by: Garth Theta 513862

Notes: Successfully sired 154 offspring, (73 males, 81 females). Harvested on 09/11/2442

"Harvested? What on earth could that mean?" Jim whispered.

"No idea." Miles replied, "But whatever it was it happened on his 23rd birthday."

"Maybe they harvested some of his semen before releasing him." Jim speculated.

"Maybe." Miles added, "look, time's getting on, shall we check out your other friend?"

Jim hastily tapped in Harry's details into the machine.

Harold Theta 648621

Date of Birth: 20/09/2439

Blood Type: O+

Race: White British

Discharged: (enter date from chapter one)

Mother: Mrs Diane Elizabeth Foxton

Sired by: Damon Theta 428001

Notes: Drafted into Maison Service of Great Britain for standard 10-year service period as Consort due to fully erect penis exceeding statutory 7" threshold. Assigned to Bloomsbury House, 74 Great Hampden Street, Bloomsbury, London.

"This is unbelievable!" Jim hissed, "All this time the authorities know full well who our parents are!"

"I guess it makes sense though." Miles whispered in reply, "I mean, they have to keep records of who was fathered by whom in order to prevent inbreeding I suppose. To make sure that a woman doesn't end up mating with a male that she is related to."

"Well, yes obviously." Jim answered, "I just don't understand why we aren't allowed to know who our parents are!"

"Well, now's our chance to find out!" Miles replied, "Want to enter your name?"

Jim hesitated for a moment. Did he really want to know? What if he discovered something about him that he would find too traumatic?

After a few moments of consideration, he decided to throw caution to the wind and entered his name into the search box.

James Theta 758994

Date of Birth: 20/09/2439

Blood Type: AB

Race: White British

Discharged: N/A Retained as Copulator in Fertilisation Sector

Mother: Mrs Kate Fairchild

Sired by: Eric Theta 347197

Notes: Scheduled for harvesting on 20/09/2462

"There's that word again, 'harvesting'." Jim said carefully, trying not to attract too much attention.

"And on your 23rd birthday too." Miles added.

Jim checked the clock on the wall and realised that the system would be shutting down for the day in only a couple of minutes.

"Quick, let's look you up while we still have time!" Jim announced, navigating back to the search screen and hastily tapping in Miles's name.

In seconds the relevant page of data popped up onto the screen. Jim glanced through the information before his eyes alighted on something that caught his eye.

"Oh my holy Goddess!!" He hissed in amazement.

Miles Theta 113592

Date of Birth: 15/06/2438

Blood Type: O-

Race: White British

Discharged: N/A Retained as Copulator in Fertilisation Sector

Mother: Mrs Michaela Louise Morrissey

Sired by: Stuart Theta 990112

Notes: Scheduled for harvesting on 15/06/2461

"What is it?" Miles enquired, not seeing it for himself.

"You... You" Jim stuttered in disbelief, "You and Danny are brothers!"

"What?!?"

"Look, you both have the same father - Stuart Theta 990112!"

Miles sank back in his chair in astonishment.

"I have a brother!" He whispered in utter amazement, "I mean, an actual brother!"

"Well, we all have brothers I guess." Jim reasoned, "I mean, think of how many children we've already sired. There's bound to be almost as many boys as there are girls. I mean, we all have sisters out there too!"

"I know, it's just that seeing it there on screen makes it seem real, y'know." Miles whispered.

"Well, you know where he lives at least." Jim added, "As soon as you get out of here you should go and find him."

"I will!" Miles replied, "I have a brother!!"

SYSTEM SHUTDOWN

"Well, that's as far as we can go for today." Miles sighed, "It was just starting to get interesting too!"

"We'll check out the other items on the menu at the end of our next shift." Jim whispered as the other young males in the data transfer suite stretched their tired limbs and chatted amongst themselves, "I want to see what that Product Harvesting part is about. If it has anything to do with our fathers then I want to know,"

"Okay, you do that and I'll check out the Personnel Records." Miles added, "It could prove interesting, maybe we could find out more about Officer Harman."

"Sounds like a plan, as they say!" Jim replied.

And so it was that Jim and Miles embarked on their journey of discovery. A journey that would ultimately see them leaving the sterile confines of Colony Theta far sooner than they ever bargained for.

The Empty Bunk

Their next attempt to discover more about the hidden database would have to wait, as both he and Miles were both scheduled for mating before their next shift in the data transfer suite. Jim desperately wanted to tell his friend Kulvinder about what he had found. About who his parents were. Well, their names at least, and that his boyfriend Miles and his old friend Danny were brothers. But of course he had to keep it to himself - the surveillance system was listening.

As he stood alongside Kulvinder during evening roll-call he became aware that something was amiss. Cautiously, Jim raised his hand.

"Yes 758994, what is it?" Officer Teague said tersely.

"Excuse me Mistress, but where is Lucas? I mean, 202946?" Jim asked. The bunk opposite his where Lucas normally slept was vacant. Whilst it was not unusual for bunks to be empty whilst their usual occupants were confined within the mating zone, Jim knew for a fact that Lucas was not scheduled for mating for another week and should be in the barrack as normal.

"He's been... transferred." Officer Teague announced, "He won't be coming back I'm afraid. You may bump into him out there but he is... with another barrack now."

Something seriously did not add up.

"But it's none of your business 758994, I suggest you just get over it and concentrate on getting as many women pregnant as you can!" The uniformed woman continued harshly, "You may be the darling of Coach Collins but your conception rate leaves much to be desired!"

The other young males laughed, she knew that such a revelation would cause embarrassment for Jim and was thus the perfect way to deflect Jim's scrutiny of Lucas's whereabouts. Jim knew what he had to do. As soon as he had the chance to do so, he would look Lucas up on the database.

It wasn't for over a week before that chance occurred. Following yet another laboured three day period of forced sex and a couple of days rest afterwards, he and Miles reunited in the data transfer suite for their latest shift. Rather disappointingly, there were only a couple of minutes left before their work list dwindled sufficiently for them to have a poke around the hidden database, so their main objective, that of taking a look at the Product Harvesting and Personnel Records would have to wait. For Jim, looking up Lucas was of a higher priority.

Nervously, he tapped Lucas's entry into the search box.

Lucas Theta 202946

Date of Birth: 18/09/2439

Blood Type: AB-

Race: White British

Discharged: N/A Retained as Copulator in Fertilisation Sector

Mother: Mrs Sarah Lynne Hopkins

Sired by: Gordon Theta 019864

Notes: Withdrawn from breeding program 15/11/2457 Harvested early due to rare blood type.

"What the fuck has happened to him??" Jim muttered under his breath, "What in the name of the holy Goddess is harvesting???"

SYSTEM SHUTDOWN

"DAMN IT!!" Jim yelled at the top of his voice, thumping his fist hard onto his desk. All eyes in the room turned in his direction.

A brief silence ensued as Jim felt the gaze of all of the other naked males in the data transfer suite aimed straight at him.

"Sorry, I er... banged my toe against the side of the desk." Jim said hastily, "Damn that hurts!! Ahem!"

Sheepishly, he pretended to hobble out of the room.

"What the hell was that about??" Miles said, as soon as he managed to get Jim to one side.

"It's Lucas." Jim explained, "One of the other boys in my barrack. He's gone missing."

"Missing? How?" Miles enquired.

Jim knew it would be dangerous to take this discussion further out in the open.

"Window!" Jim whispered in reply.

Miles nodded, he understood that Jim wanted to discuss the matter in private.

They made their way to the toilet block in Miles's barrack, neither of them saying a word to each other in the meantime. As soon as they entered their usual toilet stall, Jim reached behind the cistern for a pencil and a scrap of paper, the supply of which was by then seriously dwindling.

"Officer Teague says they transferred him." Jim scribbled.

"Where to?" Miles replied.

"To another barrack. But I checked the database just now and it says he has been harvested!"

"Harvested??"

"Due to rare blood type apparently."

"We have GOT to find out about this 'harvesting' thing!"

Digging Deeper

The sudden and insufficiently explained disappearance of Lucas, coupled with the revelation that he had been 'harvested' played heavily on Jim's mind. He could not sleep at night, he became withdrawn and irritable. Kulvinder suggested he go see the counsellor but it was a different counsellor on duty than Ellen, and he didn't know if he could trust her. The only thing he could do was to wait for an opportunity to delve deeper into the hidden database and try to discover what 'harvesting' entailed.

Three days later, that opportunity arrived.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, Jim noticed that there was just over twenty minutes to go before system shutdown. With trembling fingers, he entered the now familiar password and entered the hidden database. He tapped on 'Product Harvesting' and a new database opened.

What he saw left him utterly speechless.

Breeding Colony Theta Product Harvesting YTD 01/08/2457

Hearts: 96,020

Lungs: 89,753

Livers: 95,861

Kidneys: 185,213

Corneas: 192,397

Limbs: 476,843

Other material: 195,776

Click here for details.

But Jim didn't get the chance to discover more - a woman had entered to room. Instinctively, he closed down the database window and maximised the data transfer window that he should normally be working from. The woman was headed straight for him. He only just managed to return to his normal screen before he dared to look at who it was who had entered. When his eyes locked onto her it sent a chill down his spine.

It was Officer Harman.

"I think you'd better come with me." She said softly, before turning to address Miles as well, "BOTH of you."

Two immensely muscular security officers then entered the room, their heaving breasts and bulging muscles causing the material of their uniforms to appear as taut as a drum skin.

"These two nice ladies are going to help me take you somewhere where we can have a nice little chat."

The Abyss of Revelations

Officer Harman, accompanied by her two henchwomen, marched the two naked young males out of the admin building via the rear entrance.

"Where the fuck are we going??" Jim demanded, "And what the hell are you doing here? I thought you'd been suspended for assaulting Kulvinder!!"

"So many questions." Harman sneered menacingly, "Well, it just so happens that you're going to get some answers."

She led them through a labyrinthine series of concrete corridors that seemed to go on for miles until the small party finally arrived before a set of steel doors. Upon pressing a button by the side, the doors slid open to reveal a lift.

"Get in." Harman ordered coldly. The two security officers pushed Jim and Miles into the lift.

Harman joined them. She pressed her thumb against a small black panel which then illuminated green. It slid open, revealing a single button behind it.

"Going down!" Harman said as she pressed the button. The lift doors slid shut and it began its descent.

"Where are you taking us?!?" Miles demanded assertively.

"You'll find out soon enough!" Harman spat in reply.

The lightness they suddenly felt as the lift descended indicated to them that they were going down at quite some speed. On and on their descent went, deeper and deeper into the earth. It took all of three minutes before the lift came to an eventual, juddering halt.

"Lower ground floor, womenswear, home furnishings, leather goods... and interrogation chambers." Harman said lightly with a smirk on her face. Her two henchwomen shoved the two boys out of the lift.

They found themselves in a large chamber of bare rock walls. Ahead of them were a couple of doors surrounded by concrete that had obviously been cast in situ against the naked rock.

"Take him into that one." Harman instructed, pointing towards the left hand door, "I'll deal with the other one personally."

Harman pushed Jim forward towards the right hand door.

"Come along now Pretty One, it's time for us to have a little fun."

Jim and Miles looked at each other helplessly as they were led their separate ways, not knowing if they'd ever see each other again.

"Miles!!" Jim cried, "I... I love you!!"

"I love you too Brother!" Miles managed to call out before the door closed shut behind him.

The room was cold and dark. Officer Harman flicked on the lights to reveal a large rocky chamber with a perfectly levelled concrete floor. The room was barely furnished, just a simple wooden chair and a single steel cabinet located opposite the entry door. From the ceiling were suspended two lengths of heavy chains, each with a steel manacle at the end.

Harman grabbed hold of Jim by his wrist and pulled him towards the centre of the room. Jim tried his best to resist, realising that he was about to be chained up, but his best efforts were in vain, such was the physical advantage she had over him. She brought his left wrist into one manacle, clicking it shut and locking it with a padlock that she produced from her pocket. Moments later she repeated the process with his other wrist, leaving him stood naked with his arms held aloft. He struggled against the cold metallic bonds but it became instantly clear to him that any resistance was a futile endeavour.

"Now then 758994, whatever are we going to do with you eh?" Harman sneered icily.

"You could start by explaining what the fuck you're doing here! We were told you were suspended for what you did to Kulvinder!!"

"Oh, I was." Harman began, as she dragged the chair across, setting it down before him and taking a seat, "They charged me with dereliction of duty and abuse. It was my own silly fault for getting carried away. I mean, how can one not get carried away when one is having so much fun making a pathetic little wretch like him squirm and cry like a baby! But as soon as I informed the chief director of this fine, upstanding institution that I was in possession of information about the business dealings of this place that painted this noble and highly productive colony in a very negative light, well wouldn't you know it, those charges magically went away!"

Access to sensitive information was a key perk of being a member of the UGC Correctness Corps, the secret police the government authorities used to maintain a constant state of suspicion and control over the female population. Officer Harman had dirt on just about every single one of the breeding colony's senior executive staff that her superiors on the regional assembly would be very interested in. But the knowledge she possessed about the sinister business dealings of Breeding Colony Theta and the dark trade it took part in trumped just about everything else, and she guarded that knowledge closely. Knowledge as they say, is power, and Officer Harman loved both of them in equal measures - with her knowledge she could ruin the entire colony.
"Information that you and your little boyfriend have now stumbled across. Yes, I know it was silly of me to have gotten a bit carried away with your friend, but I was simply having too much fun with him you see." She continued menacingly, "Listening to him crying and snivelling as I pissed all over his worthlessly pathetic rump was... mmmm, so erotic!"

"You're disgusting!" Jim spat back.

Harman changed the subject.

"Do you like this place? We're over a thousand feet underground you know. Once upon a time this used to be a coal mine. Hundreds of years ago, when your pathetic kind ruled the world, thousands of males toiled down here digging out the coal and bringing the precious black stuff to the surface to provide power and light and warmth. Nowadays these vast catacombs and tunnels lie dormant. But ever so useful to those of us who... how can I put it? Require a little privacy to conduct our business from time to time."

"If 'my kind' were so dominant, why would they risk their lives down here? If the males of the time before were so oppressive why didn't they send the women down into the bowels of the earth to do all the dirty and dangerous work? Why would males put themselves through such dangerous and arduous toil at the cost of their own health and risk their lives to provide for the women and children if they were as all-powerful and oppressive as you claim huh?"

Harman stood suddenly and slapped Jim harshly across his face, causing him to fall backwards. The manacles around his wrist prevented him from falling any further and he let out an anguished howl as the hard metal dug into his skin.

"Your kind were responsible for the oppression of my sisters!!" She spat ferociously, "It was your kind that held them down in domestic servitude! It was your kind that raped millions of women every year! It was your kind that wielded the power whilst my sisters were forced to obey!! But look at your pathetic kind now! See how the worm has turned! Now it is us, the women of the world who now wield the mace of power... now it is we who are rightfully dominant and you who are the weak and feeble ones!"

She turned and picked up her chair and resumed her seat. Suddenly Jim realised quite how mentally unhinged Officer Harman was.

"I knew the two of you were up to something." She said as she sat down, "And though it pains me to admit it, I have to admire your cunning. I somewhat underestimated you both, and you were both so very close to the truth."

"What truth?" Jim replied, his face still burning from Harman's stinging rebuke.

"Well, now that we're here I guess there's no harm in telling you." Harman smirked, "After all, you won't be in any position to go telling anyone else about it. And nobody would ever really believe you anyway."

She stood and walked slowly around the room, her paces echoing off the cold stone walls.

"This place..." She began, "This breeding colony serves two purposes you see. Not only does it create lives in the form of thousands of babies every year, it also saves thousands of lives too. How? I hear you ask. Well, by organ donation of course. Well, organ harvesting strictly speaking, after all one can't donate without one's consent after all!"

"Organ harvesting?" Jim said in disbelief, "You mean..."

"Once a Copulator's five years are up they get taken to the airlocks where they are euthanised... humanely of course, I mean my employers here may be in the business of selling human organs for transplantation but they're not animals!" Harman explained chillingly, "I can assure you the poor young males don't suffer... much. As soon as they are all dead they are carefully dissected and their vital organs recovered and sold for transplantation. What little is left over is incinerated... pooof! Into the ether."

"Oh my holy Goddess, that's... that's..." Jim gasped, unable to put his disgust into words that sufficiently conveyed the gravity of his feelings.

"An enterprising way of making use of clapped-out Copulators!" Harman said gleefully, "All of the breeding colonies have to find a way of raising money to keep them going, this is just Colony Theta's way of boosting finances. Oh, and making a few Credits here and there for those of us that run the place of course. I mean, I can't say I approve of it, but I have to reluctantly admire the administrators of this place for cornering the European human organs market."

It was a common arrangement for breeding colonies to have commercial arrangements in place in order to supplement their usual incomes. Some colonies for example routinely circumcised all the boys they produced, selling the amputated foreskins on to pharmaceutical corporations, biomedical research institutes and cosmetics companies, the fibroblast cells they contained being highly prized. Others routinely milked their breeding stock of their semen, for use in high-end moisturisers and other skin treatments. Some simply sold their former breeding males as domestic servants and child-minders. But then there were those such as Colony Theta that had a much darker sideline in the human organ trade.

"So that's what happened to Lucas." Jim muttered.

"Ah yes, young Lucas." Harman sneered, "Such a pretty young thing, it was such a shame to have to take him so early. But then that's his fault for being born with such a rare blood type. You see, there was a woman, a very rich and powerful woman who rather enjoyed a drink or two. Well, more accurately she enjoyed a bottle or two... or three... or four. And lo and behold, her liver decided it'd had enough! Oh but there was a problem, she had a rare blood type. But fear not, our young Lucas had just the thing to save her life! Trouble is he had to die first, what a pity! You know, watching him inside the airlock, all alone and terrified as he gasped his last breaths made me so moist I had to go and change my underwear!!"

"You beast!!" Jim yelled, straining at the manacles that held him. Right at that moment all he wanted to do was beat this vile creature into a pulp, but as restrained as he was it was a fruitless show of defiance.

Harman simply sneered as she watched Jim try desperately to escape his bonds. He realised the futility of his actions and decided upon a different tactic. He decided that perhaps Harman deserved a taste of her own medicine. With a smirk of his own he stood up as straight as he could, parted his legs and thrust his hips forward. He looked her right in the eye as he relieved himself onto the floor before him, his urine splashing all over her legs before she realised what he was doing and had a chance to jump back out of the way of his golden yellow stream.

"Oh, I see you don't like it when you're the one that's being pissed on!" Jim said gleefully as his urine fountained from his penis all over the cold concrete floor.

"You disgusting little creature!!" Harman exclaimed.

"It takes one to know one!" Jim retorted.

Harman gave him a sneer that sent a chill through his bones. Without another word she took a step back and casually pulled down her soiled garment, leaving her bare legged from the waist down with only her plain grey undershorts to conceal her. She then marched across to the steel cabinet and opened it. She wheeled out a strange looking device that was attached to a length of rubber hose.

"Tell me 758994, have you ever heard of something called Chinese Water Torture?" Harman asked with a wicked sneer.

Jim responded with silence.

"No? Well, this is my interpretation of it, and it's just the thing for cleaning dirty, filthy little creatures like you."

She wheeled the device until it stood directly before him. It wielded a spray attachment not unlike that of a domestic shower cubicle. This one however, was aimed directly at his crotch. She returned to the cabinet and took something else out. It was a metal bar, about three feet in length with a metal ring at each end. She placed Jim's ankles into the rings, leaving him stood with his legs wide apart, totally helpless to evade what was about to happen to him. Harman sneered lasciviously as she turned a valve that sent icily cold water spraying directly at Jim's naked groin.

"HAHHHHHHH!!" Jim exclaimed in anguish as the frigid water doused his bare genitalia, he tried in vain to escape the icy deluge that rained over his most sensitive parts and down his bare legs.

"Now then, while you're enjoying a nice cool shower, I shall go next door and have a little chat with your pathetic little bum-chum! Enjoy!!" Harman said menacingly before walking out of the door, switching the light off on her way out and slamming the door with a reverberating clang that thundered and echoed around the room, leaving Jim alone in the blackness as the freezing cold water sprayed all over his naked body. His cries of anguish echoed around the cold, dark chamber.

In the next door chamber, the two burly security officers stood opposite Miles. Like Jim, he had been chained up by his wrists and had no choice but to stand there. The room was cold and damp, condensation clung to every inch of the naked rock and gave the place a dank and musty smell. Every single sound reverberated and echoed off of the solid rock walls, giving this bare chamber a forbidding air of menace. Like all boys who had grown up in the breeding colony, he was well aware of how in the immediate aftermath of the Andrasta plague, thousands of males, those fortunate enough to have been saved before they were infected and succumbed to the ravages of the plague, had been sealed inside ancient caverns such as this. In fact, he wondered if this very catacomb had once upon a time housed his own ancestors. He couldn't help but envision them down here, hundreds of feet beneath the earth, the only place safe from the poisoned air outside. There would have been hundreds of them, young and old alike, all entombed down here, their only hope of survival in the hands of scientists battling to develop a successful vaccine before it was too late.

When the vaccine came, it came at a price - total and irreversible infertility. As soon as a boy was given the vaccine it effectively chemically castrated him - this was one of the reasons why it was only administered once a male passed the age of 18, so that they were allowed to go through puberty before they would be allocated their fate, either as a Common Male, a Consort or a Copulator. How would they have all coped down here, the adult males and boys that survived the plague? He could only guess at how many had been entombed down here, but he was sure that they were from a wide spectrum of ages, from older males to infant boys. All of them precious to the survival of the human race. What would life have been like down here? With no hope of ever seeing daylight ever again. Some of these males, he knew, lived their entire lives underground and would know of no other existence, effectively becoming troglodytes in the dimly lit abyss.

With a resounding clang, the door opened and then slammed shut again with a thunderous reverberation. Officer Harman had entered - and she wore a Medusa-esque expression that looked as though any hapless soul that was careless enough to look at her would immediately be turned to stone. The only thing missing from her to complete her Gorgon-like appearance was the slithering crown of living serpents atop her head in lieu of hair. Well, there was something else missing; she entered the room without her trousers, only her plain grey loose-fitting cotton undershorts concealing her sex.

Miles couldn't help himself but to capitalise on her current state of near undress.

"Had a wardrobe malfunction have we?" He quipped glibly.

Harman stepped before him menacingly and glared at him with a piercing stare.

"You'll be laughing on the other side of your face by the time I've finished with you!" She sneered in reply.

Harman turned to face the two officers that had escorted them down here into the bowels of the earth.

"Officers, if you would care to step outside while I have a little talk with my little friend here." She said levelly.

"Yes Sister." They replied in unison and took their leave. Again, a thunderous clang echoed around the subterranean chamber as they closed the door behind them.

"Well, well, well. We have got ourselves in a spot of bother haven't we?!" Harman began, "Tell me, what made you and your 'special friend' think that you might hack into the secure server without anyone knowing hmm? I'd love to hear it, I'm sure it's a fascinating story."

"Fuck you!!" Miles spat back defiantly.

"Fuck me... hmmm, now there's a thought." Harman replied, "Maybe later, but right now I think just an explanation as to what the hell you and 758994 thought you might achieve by taking a sneaky peek at the secure server."

She grabbed hold of Miles's helplessly exposed genitals, digging her nails into the soft and sensitive flesh. Instantly, he howled in pain as his groin was assaulted by her vice-like grip.

"Not unless you want to lose these pathetic little boy-parts of yours!" She added, fixing him with a glare that sent a chill down his spine.

"We... we didn't... hahh!! know that it went... anywhere imp... p... portant, we were j... just hahh!! interested th... that's all!" Miles stuttered between yelps of pain.

"Interested in what?" Harman asked menacingly, further increasing her grip on Miles's penis and testicles.

"Nothingggg... nnnggggghhh!! we were just curious!!" Miles grimaced, "We didn't know it was... nnnggggghhh... hahh!! supposed to be s... secret!"

"Oh, but it is supposed to be secret." Harman replied, "And with good reason. And I'm sure your little boyfriend will be only too happy to tell you why."

"What have you done with him you bitch?!?!" Miles replied angrily, struggling at his steel bonds as his groin remained within Harman's harsh grip.

"I can assure you he's perfectly safe." Harman replied with a grin of faux reassurance, "A little bit damp maybe, but perfectly safe!"

Finally, she released Miles from her grasp. Instantly, his legs gave way and his entire mass was suspended by the chains around his wrists.

"Once upon a time..." Harman said as she stepped away, "In the dark, oppressive days before the glorious salvation of the Andrasta plague, my sisters were oppressed by your sex. To be born male was to be born into a position of power, to be born into a life of privilege. To be born female was to be born a second-class citizen, to be born into a life of slavery and drudgery. Your pathetic kind thought they could own us, to make us their property. To control us and to oppress us. Well, just look at how the mighty male sex has fallen!"

Miles, enraged by Harman's words girded his loins and spat at her, his expulsion of saliva hitting her squarely on her cheek. She wiped his saliva from her cheek with her right hand and then promptly slapped him across his face with her soiled hand.

"You think you're so fucking clever don't you?!?" She retorted, "Well I've got news for you! Males are obsolete - a biological scum polluting the waters of creation. A disgusting pus-filled pimple on the arse of Mother Nature!! Oh, yes... your kind disgusts me! But my Sisters, those that are true to the cause of the venerable Salinas, couldn't quite bring themselves to finish the job of eviscerating the male sex from the face of Mother Earth. They realised that to do so would result in the extinction of the noble female of the species. I mean, what's the point of victory over one's enemy if one cannot enjoy the spoils of war? So the Sisters of Salinas had a change of heart, and decided that the male of the species would be allowed to survive, albeit under strict supervision."

"You?? You're???" Miles stammered in disbelief.

"You think the Sisters of Salinas were all rounded up and executed in the aftermath of the plague don't you? Well, we may have had a little 'rebranding' since those days, but the Sisters of Salinas are still very much a going concern."

"Rebranding??" Miles uttered.

"Once we were known as the Sisters of Salinas, but nowadays we have a different guise." Harman said icily, stepping before Miles until she was inches from his face, "These days we conduct our business as the United Global Council. Catchy name huh? And it gives us such an air of legitimacy don't you think?"

Stepping back, she allowed Miles a moment to process her revelation.

"Of course, we had to fight those that opposed us and there were many courageous sisters that were martyred in the struggle, but the sisterhood prevailed. And now it is we who are in control... we who hold the destiny of Mother Earth in our hands. And you... all your kind is good for is making those teeny-tiny little sperm cells that help us breed more and more sisters. Oh, and as something to enjoy one's self upon of course. Speaking of which..."

She pulled down her undershorts and tossed them away. She then unlocked the manacles that held Miles aloft.

"I think it's time I took you up on your earlier kind offer. Except of course, that I will be the one fucking you!!"

Within a matter of seconds, the powerful woman had forced Miles onto his back on the rough and cold concrete floor and straddled him. Reaching into her breast pocket she produced a small but acutely sharp blade and held it a mere centimetre from his throat.

"Now then, you're gonna get yourself nice and hard for me, understand?" Harman said menacingly, "And then you're going to let me use you like the dirty little whore you are okay??"

"Y... Yes Mistress." Miles stuttered meekly, his brain was struggling to process and to comprehend what was going on and what was happening to him. The revelations Harman had disclosed to him and the pure fear of what she was apparently capable of made him quickly realise that he had no choice but to comply. The cost of trying to fight her off might well be much more costly.

Miles willed his penis to ignore the situation and to respond to his mind telling it to come to life and become erect for the woman that he now knew was about to rape him at knifepoint. Never before had he been so desperate to have an erection; he usually had no trouble in the mating suites and thankfully so far he'd always managed to perform, but at no point during those sessions was he actually in fear for his own life. Maybe it was his body's own survival instinct kicking in, or maybe it was due solely to the fear he felt, but he gradually felt himself beginning to firm up and within a minute or so had engorged into what was obviously a satisfactory erection for her purposes.

"Good boy, you are obviously a fast learner!" Harman announced. And she grasped hold of his erection, pulled down his foreskin with a sharp yank that caused him to yelp in discomfort, and then she impaled herself upon him.

Most women, when they rode upon him in the mating suites, had at least some consideration for his own comfort and usually took things gently at first. Harman didn't. She bounced up and down on him with such ferocity that Miles felt fairly certain that he would be sporting severe bruises once she had finished with him. A rhythmic slap, slap, slap sound echoed and reverberated around the cavern chamber as her body slammed against his with metronomic regularity.

"So... much... better... than... riding... a... Consort..." She panted as she rode him, "So... many... rules... and... fucking... regulations... to... obey!"

All Miles could do was to just let it happen to him. He cried and wailed, tears streaming down his cheeks as he laid there being raped, his sobbing echoing around the room accompanying the rhythm of her riding with a mournful lament of pure suffering.
"And... best... of... all... you... don't... cost... a... single... Credit... to... use!"

The darkness was all-encompassing, all-surrounding, impenetrable, total. Jim's whole body ached as he desperately tried to evade the icy cold deluge directed towards his lower half. He shivered uncontrollably and cried, his anguished weeping and wailing echoing around the darkness. This whole place, this entire breeding colony was not only an institution to repopulate the country, it was a business enterprise. A business that traded in males. Traded them for domestic servitude, for sexual slavery, for their own internal organs. The truth was indeed the bitterest of pills to have swallowed.

His thoughts turned to his beloved Miles, at what Harman might at that very moment be doing to him. Was she torturing him in the same manner as he was being tortured himself? Or was he suffering even worse at her cold hands? The only thing keeping him going was his determination not to allow this animal of a woman get the better of him. He swore to himself that however long it took, and at whatever cost to himself, ultimate vengeance would be his.

He had lost track of how long he had been trussed up alone in the darkness. It could have been mere minutes, or it could have been hours for all he knew. Despite the icy rain, his lower half felt like it was on fire. It was clear to him that this particular form of punishment was designed to drive him to the brink of insanity. Possibly even beyond it. But he would not allow himself to be beaten. He steeled himself as best he could and stood up as tall and as stoically as he could, his weakened legs straining and shaking with the Herculean effort to keep him standing up.

Just then there was a loud clanging sound that thundered around the rocky chamber and the room was flooded with a blinding light. It took his eyes several moments to adjust to the sudden illumination but when they did, the sight of Harman, naked from the waist down and with a sticky greyish mess decorating the hairy folds between her legs, greeted him. With blessed relief, she shut the water off and wheeled the shower device away. The whole floor of the cavern was flooded with a sheen of water that trickled away down a small drain in the corner.

"You're coming with me." Harman said flatly. She unlocked the manacles around his wrists and he collapsed into a heap on the floor.

It was then that he blacked out.

The Way Through The Trees

A familiar primeval forest surrounded him. The trees, all as tall and as immense as skyscrapers, were all around him. The beast would be here soon - he knew the beast would be coming.

RUN!!

He set off at a sprint, leaping through the dark forest at breakneck speed, like a gazelle on the run from a pursuing cheetah on the dry Savannah. He could hear the beast behind him, but he dared not turn to look. He knew what it would look like this time - it would look like her. It would look like Harman. It certainly sounded like her at least. In desperation, he knew he had to find the light, to find his way to the beach, to find his way to where the boy would be.

On and on he ran in desperation, hoping he was running in the right direction. Panic and fatigue were beginning to set it yet still he ran. He ran for his life.

Like a shining beacon of salvation, the sunlight beamed through a gap in the trees. Jim ran towards it as fast as he could. But then...

Pain.

Searing pain at his ankle, and the muddy and leaf-strewn ground rushed up to meet him. He held out his hands to break his fall and he landed heavily on the ground. He struggled to regain his footing and it was then that he saw the immensely dreadful bulk of the Harman-beast with his eyes. It paused in its pursuit and roared with a deep, rumbling howl that made the very ground beneath his feet shake as though the leviathan was creating a small earthquake. Jim began running again, he could see the golden sand and the azure sea before him. He was so close... so very, very close!

The feeling of the soft golden sand beneath his feet felt like a warm carpet in comparison to the cold and muddy ground in the forest. He would be safe now. The Harman-beast burst into the bright sunlight, immediately shielding its eyes from the brightness. With one final, earth shattering roar it skulked back into the woods from whence it came.

Jim cast his eyes towards the inviting waters of the sandy bay. Just as always, the boy, whoever he was, began to rise up out of the water and waded towards him.

"Jim..." The boy said softly and ethereally, "Jim... you will find me. You will find the Brotherhood..."

"I... I don't understand..." Jim stuttered in reply.

"The Brotherhood is waiting for you Jim... The Brotherhood is waiting..."

"Jim!!" A familiar voice came from nowhere, causing the world of his dream to shimmer away in a flash to be replaced by the harsh surroundings of reality.

He came to, on the floor of some kind of cell, dimly lit with plain grey walls. He was in the arms of a familiar and comforting presence. He looked up to see the face of Miles looking back at him.

"Wh... where are... we?" He asked. He was shivering violently.

"In the brig I think." Miles replied, "What the hell did she do to you? You're burning up!"

Jim shivered as he explained as best he could about what he had been subjected to. It soon became clear to Miles that Jim was in a very bad way indeed. He needed medical attention, fast. He decided to conceal his own ordeal from him, for the time being at least. Figuring that it might only make matters worse if he told Jim of how Harman had raped him and forced him to commit humiliating acts for her enjoyment. And most of all, about how she had penetrated him. His behind felt sore and he was sure that his back had been rubbed raw by the rough concrete floor, but to have Jim in his arms once more had been worth it. Harman had told him that the only way he would see Jim again was if he allowed her to have her way with him. And have her way with him she did. But it was over now.

The door to the cell swung open and Harman stepped in, now fully dressed in a clean uniform.

"On your feet." She commanded, "Both of you."

Miles did his best to help the delirious Jim to his unsteady feet. Holding him close, he followed Harman down a long corridor, with cell doors on either side. They eventually came to a small windowless office. A hologram of a woman in a smart-looking business suit stood before them, the slightly grainy image being beamed into the room directly from the central administration sector.

"758994 and 113592, Madame Director." Harman said towards the shimmering image.

"Thank you Officer Harman. That will be all." The ghostly apparition replied.

"Yes, Madam Director. Although I have to say I think you are making a grave mistake." Harman answered, "These two know too much! They should be disposed of and harvested immediately!"

"And whose fault is that?!?" The Director said harshly, "I am well aware of what you think I should do, Officer Harman. But it is not my decision to make."

"What do you mean?"

"I have orders come through from the Central Enforcement Bureau, these two are to be vaccinated and transported to VICC at the earliest opportunity."

"VICC??" Harman erupted, "Don't they realise how dangerous the knowledge these two possess could be??"

The Director replied with a raised eyebrow.

"You didn't have to tell them anything!" The Director snorted angrily at her subordinate, "You didn't have to send them up to the brig either, you could've easily disposed of them down in that cave of yours and no-one would be any the wiser."

"Yes... well..." Harman answered ashamedly, "They had successfully hacked into the secure server, it was only a matter of time before they uncovered the truth!"

"Enough!" The Director interjected, "What's done is done Officer Harman. Escort 113592 back to the cells and take 758994 to the sick room for treatment. We can't send a boy to VICC with a case of hypothermia can we?!"

"No, Madam Director." Harman agreed reluctantly.

"I don't like this any more than you do Officer Harman." The Director replied, "If the populace knew of our commercial arrangements all hell could break loose. But the fact is they don't know about what goes on here. As far as the people know, all our former Copulators are auctioned off for the Far East market as servants. Now, all I ask is that you follow your orders Officer Harman, take these two away and once 758994 has recovered you are to administer the vaccine and then put them in quarantine. I meanwhile, will arrange for their transfer to VICC. We shall just have to hope that the place is as escape-proof as they say it is."

Shackled Love

Jim had no idea what was going on, having only a vague grasp of reality. His cold and wet ordeal in Harman's interrogation chamber had left him with a severe case of hypothermia. Harman had grudgingly realised that even as an agent of the Correctness Corps she had pushed her luck this time. She reluctantly followed her orders and had him escorted to the sick room adjacent to the main cell block of the brig where he had received the appropriate treatment - and a little something else besides. Jim eventually returned to lucidity surrounded by bright white walls in a hospital bed with white sheets and white pillows - he thought for a moment that he had passed on to the other side and he was in some kind of paradise in comparison to his last clear memory; the cell he had been in earlier.

With a start he realised that this was no heaven, as the realisation hit him and his memories flooded back that he was in fact merely in a neighbouring room. He sat up, and then immediately he felt dizzy as soon as he raised his head and thought better of it. He clearly wasn't quite ready to get up yet. For some reason his left buttock felt sore, as though he had been stabbed with something.

It was then that he realised - he had been vaccinated. His days as a Copulator were over. His ten month tenure as a stud male had come to an abrupt end. Soon he would be sterile, a chemically castrated eunuch. And now here he was staring at an uncertain future. That was, if there was a future for him.

Just then, the door opposite him opened and in walked a medical officer, closely followed by the stern-faced Officer Harman. The medical officer immediately began tending to him, checking his temperature, his heart rate and his blood pressure. Harman merely stood and watched from the foot of the bed.

"He should be okay to be moved Sister." The medical officer said once she had finished her brief examination.

"Thank you Sister." Harman replied, "That will be all - you may return to the infirmary."

The medical officer nodded and took her leave, leaving Jim alone with his tormentor.

"Well, well, well..." The sour-faced Officer Harman sneered, "It would appear that you and your little boyfriend are going on a little holiday to Scotland! Although, I'm afraid it'll be a permanent holiday - nobody has ever escaped from VICC. Well, escaped alive that is."

"What the hell is VICC?!" Jim enquired, having a deep sense of foreboding that he wouldn't like the answer.

"Why, Vallasay Island Correctional Centre of course!" Harman replied.

The Isle of Vallasay, located in the wild remoteness of the Outer Hebrides off the west coast of Scotland had been, in the days of the Time Before, a small island fishing community and ancestral home of the Clan McElster. Up until the end it still supported a population of 300 people but the island had to be abandoned during the decimation of the Andrasta Plague, as every single one of its 150 or so male inhabitants perished leaving only the women and girls behind. The bodies of the dead males had been hastily buried in a deep pit, a makeshift memorial had been erected and the island was evacuated, leaving its stone buildings to gradually fall into disrepair and eventually be reclaimed by nature and the harsh North Atlantic weather. The island remained totally undisturbed for almost 300 years until the Western European Regional Assembly of the United Global Council commandeered the island for use as a penal colony for political prisoners and dissenters. From once being home to just 300 people, the Vallasay Island Correctional Centre, or VICC as it had become known, now housed more than 3,000 people, all of whom had made the mistake of either standing up to the UGC or voiced an opinion that did not sit with their policies.

Vallasay Island was one of those places that people often spoke of in hushed tones - it was the last place on earth that any woman or any male wanted to find themselves. The costs of not abiding by the UGC's laws or political ideology were harsh indeed. Even the relatives of offenders could find themselves hauled off to the penal colony, most likely until the day they died.

"Whilst you were sedated, you have received the Andrasta Vaccine and upon completion of the statutory quarantine period you shall be escorted from here to the transit dock. From there you shall be taken to the VICC where hopefully you will rot, never to taste freedom!" Harman sneered, "Oh yes, you and your little friend are going to have a lovely time!"

Harman yanked back the bed sheets revealing Jim's naked body. She hauled him up into a sitting position and produced a set of shackles, linked with lengths of chain, from a bag she carried with her. She fitted the shackles around his wrists and ankles and then pulled him up onto his unsteady feet and pushed him out the door and out into the corridor. A few moments later, he found himself back in the grateful arms of Miles who sat dejectedly in the dimly lit cell, himself also with shackles fitted around his wrists and ankles.

"Jim!!" Miles exclaimed, his eyes brightening as his beloved was unceremoniously shoved into the room. Harman sneered and immediately slammed the door shut.

"Oh Miles!" Jim exclaimed, "I thought I'd never see you again!"

"That makes two of us!" Miles replied wiping a tear from his eye, "What the hell is happening to us??"

"Didn't Harman tell you?"

"No, she just stabbed me in my bum with a needle, I reckon it was the vaccine, and then she put me in these chains and shoved me in here. That was two days ago. At least I think it was two days ago, I can't really be sure."

"We're being sent to some island or other." Jim answered.

"Island?"

"Some kind of correctional facility from what I gather."

"Sounds fun." Miles said glumly.

"I'm sure it isn't." Jim replied.

Miles gathered Jim in his arms and held him closely, their shackles and chains clattering and clinking together as they embraced. Before too long they were kissing passionately with tongues entwined, and despite their grim surroundings and the uncertainty of their fate, they allowed their love for each other to simmer to the surface.

"At least we're together again." Miles said as their lips parted, trying his best to keep his voice from cracking.

Neither boy could explain exactly why what happened next came to pass. It was probably due to their heated emotional state, or maybe it was as an act of defiance - a literal 'fuck you!' to Harman and the UGC, but for some reason they found themselves reaching for each other's most sensitive areas. Jim held Miles's gradually engorging phallus in his hand whilst simultaneously and without the need for any form of communication, Miles returned his touch. Their ardour for each other enflamed in spite of the austere and dank environment of their cell - they had each other, and that meant more to them than anything else. The cold, hard walls seemed to melt away into the ether as they caressed each other, transporting them away from their incarceration and into a heavenly realm of love.

Both boys were by then firmly and forcefully erect in each other's hands. Pre-ejaculate oozed from them in long and sticky dribbles that glistened and danced in the dim light.

As anyone who has ever been in true love will most likely testify, sometimes words simply are not necessary, and events can often occur seemingly without any form of verbal communication whatsoever. They just happen as though they are in some way preordained, as though some external force is guiding them and directing the action from afar. Sometimes the emotional link between two people is so strong that each knows exactly the wishes and desires of the other without even realising it themselves. Which is why, despite not a single word being exchanged, Jim and Miles found themselves on the very cusp of making love.

Jim broke from Miles momentarily and turned to lie on his back on the cold floor of the cell, his legs spayed in open invitation as best he could with what limited movement he had. He couldn't begin to explain to himself why, but he knew it felt right. Miles likewise, assumed his position above Jim's prostrate body.

"You sure you want to do this?" Miles asked, suddenly realising what they were about to do.

"As sure as I've ever been about anything." Jim replied truthfully.

Without another word, Miles gathered some of Jim's precum from the tip of his penis and offered it to the boy's entrance. He smeared his own slippery issue onto his erection, lubricating and preparing them for what lay ahead. Miles shuffled himself forward a little, guiding the shimmering tip of his slick phallus to the winking bud-like orifice of his beloved. Jim looked up at his partner, the unspoken bond being enough to convey that he meant only to express his love for him. Miles gripped his erection firmly and pushed himself forward.

Immediately, Jim gasped and yelped as his anus was invaded, his face contorted into a grimace. Miles stopped dead in his tracks.

"Are you okay?" He asked in concern for his partner's welfare.

"I'm fine." Jim reassured, "You're just a bit bigger than the medical technician's finger that's all!"

"I'll go as slowly as I can." Miles replied, "But if it starts to hurt you must tell me to stop okay."

Jim nodded silently in reply.

Miles continued to slide himself into Jim's body. The younger boy continued to gasp and grimace as he was penetrated, but it became clear to Miles that his partner was enjoying the closeness of the experience, which in turn increased his own feelings of enjoyment. As soon as they were fully joined, their mouths met once more and they kissed softly and languidly as Miles gently thrusted his hips back and forth, in and out of his lover. The sounds of gasping, panting and mewling echoed around the dank walls, as though warding off and deterring whatever dark and malevolent spirits may be lurking in the gloom. For their whole time in the Fertilisation Sector, they had thus far merely had forced sex, now however for the very first time they made love freely, without any force or any restraints - it was sex on their terms and no-one else's.

Miles picked up the tempo as both boys passion increased. He went from slowly and gently sliding in and out of his lover whilst tenderly kissing, to more forcefully thrusting his hips and kissing Jim more and more fervently, to eventually breaking their kiss, locking his arms straight and ramming his pelvis and his hips hard and fast. His naked buttocks flexed as he thrusted himself, lifting Jim's own rump up off the cold concrete floor in the process. Jim's face was painted with a pained expression, but it was clear to Miles that there was no cause for alarm - he knew that despite appearances, Jim was in fact loving it as much as he was.

He rose himself up onto his knees and pulled Jim towards him for one final assault. With his hands holding Jim's buttocks and pulling him into each and every one of his rapid thrusts he finally felt his orgasm announce itself. With clenched teeth and guttural growls he emptied himself into his lover. Jim welcomed his lover's spend, feeling the excess semen dribbling out of him down between his buttocks. The experience had been a painful one, but he cared little for whatever discomfort he felt. It had been worth it, and the rush of hormones and pure sweet love he felt was a revelation to him.
As Miles came to an eventual panting halt, he lovingly took hold of Jim's tumescence and stroked the younger male to an orgasm of his own. As his hand pumped and stroked at Jim's erection, he gazed into the boy's eyes. He knew then that whatever may happen to them, whatever the forces of the United Global Council may throw at them, they would always have each other, and they would always have this moment in their memories and in their hearts. Despite the best efforts of even the most oppressive of regimes, there are somethings that cannot be taken away. There will always be love.

Jim erupted forcefully onto his belly, his whole body felt as though he was on fire as his orgasm blazed through every bone, muscle and sinew in his body like a wildfire and consumed him entirely. He grimaced and gnashed his teeth as he came, painting his tummy with a sticky mass of cum. He looked up into the eyes of the boy that had delivered him of this precious moment of release and he knew. He knew he wanted to be with Miles for the rest of his life, however long or short it may be.

Finally, as his erection subsided and wilted away, as he went from being a once mighty tree reduced to smouldering remains in the aftermath of the blaze, Miles slipped out of Jim and together they laid down and embraced each other in the contented afterglow of their lovemaking. Before long, they drifted off into a warm sleep, each boy glad to be in the arms of the other. Each boy seeking the comforting presence of the other in the face of whatever the future held in store.

Transit

Two weeks had passed. Two weeks of incarceration in their dimly lit cell, a fortnight fraught with uncertainty. Half a month of bad food, bad smells and cold concrete walls and floors. Two weeks of living hell. But at least they had each other.

Over time, as their incarceration continued whilst the Andrasta vaccine took effect, it dawned on them both that one of the reasons that they had been put in the same cell was an attempt, most likely by Harman, to induce them to become sick of each other, to drive them towards conflict. In that respect, Harman had failed utterly. Despite the gloom, despite the bad food, the cold hard concrete and the steel shackles that bound them, Jim and Miles felt closer to each other than ever and they had sex together on many occasions - their love for each other being the only thing that kept them sane.

But then, on the morning of the fourteenth day, the door to their cell opened. Harsh, bright light flooded the room, overpowering the gloomy illumination from the single bulb above them.

"Up!" Harman ordered.

Both boys helped each other to their unsteady feet.

"Pathetic." The woman muttered. She marched the two young males out and along the corridor, their shackles and chains clinking and clattering as they walked with shortened steps. They were taken to a room where they were finally unchained, were hosed down and thoroughly washed and then subjected to a barrage of intimate and exhaustive medical tests. Both had blood tests and produced urine samples and then had their semen taken from them. Harman looked on as both boys were masturbated by the medical technicians - she looked as though she wished that it was herself that was coaxing their penises to ejaculate rather than the two medical orderlies. With a wry grin as the technician stroked his penis, Jim reasoned that the colony director had probably forbidden Harman from taking part in anything beyond mere observation of the procedure. Little thoughts like that helped to keep him going.

Finally, with physical fitness ascertained and Andrasta immunity confirmed, Jim and Miles were shackled once more and escorted towards the exit airlock. Only the presence of Officer Harman, as she joined them in the chamber, confirmed to them that they would come out the other side alive. As the steel doors of the airlock parted, they found themselves in a large covered area, beyond which could clearly be seen trees and green hills in the distance. They were outside - for the very first time in their lives they were actually outside the sterile domes of the breeding colony. The air they breathed was unfiltered, the ground beneath their feet felt colder than what they were used to. The only thing they still could not see was the sky, above their heads was a large white awning that protected the transit dock from the elements.

Before them stood a large boxy vehicle with tiny darkened windows and a single door at its rear. Harman pushed Jim and Miles toward the vehicle.

"Good riddance to bad rubbish!" Harman called out with a sneer as four gun-carrying guardswomen took them by the arm and marched the two young males to the van's rear door. Inside it was a kind of narrow corridor that ran down the middle, with doors on either side. Miles was put through one door, with Jim taken through the one opposite. He found himself in a tiny space, just tall enough to stand in and with a small ledge for him to sit on. A small slit window with tinted glass was the only source of light. This was where he was to pass the journey to Vallasay, and to whatever it was that awaited him there.

The prison van's motors whirred into life and the autonomous vehicle trundled out of the transport dock and began its computer guided journey. Its only crew being the four armed guardswomen that accompanied them. For the first time in his life, Jim saw the outside world with his own eyes, albeit with only a limited field of vision. They passed by open fields and through woodland as the vehicle whirred along the road. It was a hypnotic sight to see and he gazed in wonderment at the beautiful countryside. His reverie at seeing the outside world was tempered with sadness that he might never get the chance to see it as a free male.

After half an hour or so, the prison van veered off the main road and into what appeared to be some kind of military installation. Uniformed women marched in small platoons, camouflaged vehicles were parked here and there and suddenly, through the narrow window Jim caught sight of a number of enormous Rotorplanes - electrically powered, nuclear fuelled flying leviathans. The military transport Rotorplane was a scaled up evolution of hovering drone technology developed in the latter days of the Time Before. At the time such aircraft were radio controlled and used for mounting small cameras for aerial shots and for the simple fun of flying a remotely controlled aircraft, but now they had increased in size, large enough to swallow tanks, fighter aircraft, huge crates of supplies, field guns... and prison vans. They could take off and land pretty much anywhere there was a large enough clearing to accommodate them which made them ideal for troop transport. It was also not unusual for them to be festooned with remotely operated guns and other weapons systems.

The prison van guided itself up the ramp and in to one of the waiting Rotorplanes, finally coming to a halt inside the vast aircraft. The only thing to be seen through the tiny window now was the interior of the aircraft. Occasionally, Jim saw a woman in uniform passing by, she carried what appeared to be lengths of webbing straps, presumably to secure the self-guided vehicle to the floor of the aircraft. After a wait of perhaps twenty minutes or so, the powerful electric motors of the aircraft started up, taking a minute or so to get up to sufficient speed to allow takeoff, the whole thing shook and vibrated as its four huge rotors got up to takeoff velocity. As its pilot throttled up the motors, the aircraft hovered momentarily a few feet off the ground, the immense weight of the Rotorplane supported entirely by its four huge rotors housed inside aerodynamically shaped cowlings that appeared to quiver as the huge machine automatically adjusted its pitch and yaw and to appear as though it was just floating a few feet off the concrete apron of the military airfield.

As the Rotorplane took to the skies, a rather sarcastic voice came across the aircraft's internal address system.

"Males and Gentlewomen, welcome aboard our flight today to the beautifully sunny Isle of Vallasay where you shall enjoy the hospitality of the United Global Council's Department of Corrections." Sniggering could clearly be heard in the background, presumably from the aircraft's co-pilot, "We shall be cruising at an altitude of 15,000 feet and our estimated flight time is around 2 hours. On behalf of your flight crew we would like to thank you for choosing to fly with us, oh wait now, silly me! You didn't have a choice did you! Anyway, we hope you will enjoy your stay on Vallasay, which is just as well since your stay will be for the rest of your life. Finally, please note that while there are emergency exits for the crew and for the guards that accompany you, there is no escape route for yourselves, so in the unforeseen instance of any catastrophic technical failure, well... you get the general idea, suffice it to say that you'll be in for an exciting death!"

With that last sentence, uproarious laughter could be heard amongst the crew or the aircraft as it gained altitude. But Jim had other things on his mind, they had only been in the air a matter of minutes and he was already feeling horrendously airsick.

Suddenly, the door to Jim's compartment opened and one of the guards that accompanied them tossed in some paper bags.

"Here." She grunted, "You might need these if you've never flown before." And then slammed the door shut once again.

Jim gratefully took one of the bags, opened it and immediately began heaving. If the journey to get there was anything to go by, their incarceration on Vallasay would be pure misery.

Vallasay

Four paper bags of vomit lay on the floor at Jim's feet. He felt wretched, having brought up almost the entire contents of his stomach during the bumpy flight, but at last the huge Rotorplane made its final approach to the landing pad at Vallasay Island Corrections Centre. The aircraft circled the island before deploying its landing gear and coming to a controlled hover just above the concrete. Jim felt a juddering bump as the Rotorplane touched down and the constant whining sound of the aircraft's rotors died away as they slowed down to a gradual stop. Through the tiny window Jim noticed the same crew member from earlier on now removing the webbing straps that held the prison van in place. After a further pause of about five minutes, Jim was shaken as the driverless vehicle began to reverse out of the belly of the aircraft and down the ramp towards the landing pad. He was thrown violently around inside the tiny space as the van bumped its way down the ramp. One of the vomit bags toppled over, spilling some of its contents onto the floor.

As soon as the prison van had fully exited the Rotorplane, it trundled around to a gate in the razorwire fence that surrounded the landing pad. The vehicle passed through one gate, and then through another before joining a bumpy gravel track. Jim gazed out at his new surroundings - the Isle of Vallasay was a bleak semi-barren covered in a thick carpet of heather and gorse. Beyond the vegetation, the island's coastline could be seen and as Jim caught his very first glimpse of the sea, he found himself in awe of the scale of it all. Occasionally, ground nesting birds took flight around them, obviously disturbed by the passing vehicle. And then Jim caught sight of a few people. There were four women and two males that Jim assumed must be inmates of this facility. Two things about this surprised him, firstly that all of them were like he, completely naked, and secondly, that they seemed to be free to wander around the island unaccompanied by any guards. What kind of facility was this?

He would soon be receiving answers.

The prison van finally came to a halt outside a large white building. The door to Jim's compartment was opened and one of the burly, gun-toting guardswomen instructed him to rise to his feet. Her nose wrinkled as she caught the scent of the vomit on the floor.

"Out!" She barked at him, "Disgusting creature, throwing up all over the floor of my nice clean van!" Not wanting any trouble, Jim meekly obeyed.

It was then that he was finally reunited with Miles. He looked as white as a sheet, Jim supposed that like himself, Miles had also suffered from severe motion sickness during the flight. There was no time for any hugging or even so much as a brief touch, the guardswomen had to get these newest inmates to the governor's office.

"Move!!" The guard behind Jim barked.

Nervously, the two naked boys stepped out of the vehicle and into the bright sunshine outside. Their eyes took several moments to adjust to the brightness and then...

"Holy Goddess!!" Jim gasped as the full majesty of the open sky filled his eyes for the very first time. It was the most awe-inspiring thing he had ever seen - the pictures of it he had grown up with simply didn't do it justice. Miles stood behind him, equally as awestruck by the sight they were witnessing, Jim felt Miles take his hand, as though for reassurance. Jim returned his boyfriend's grip. But this moment of wonder was cut short by the Guardswoman behind them.

"Oh, get over it already!" She muttered, "It's only the fucking sky for Goddess's sake! Move it!! You two pretty things have an appointment with the governor, and she is a woman that doesn't like to be kept waiting!"

Jim felt the butt of the woman's gun jab him in the back, prompting him to get moving. The two boys continued to gaze up at the sky above them as they were led towards a door that led inside the facility's administration building, wanting to experience the majestic sky for as long as they possibly could. They were led into a large room where a couple of technicians awaited their arrival. Once again, the two young males were subjected to yet another round of medical tests and another thorough washing down from head to toe and everything in between. When the technicians had finally finished their examinations, they each picked up a silver grey gun-like device with a needle-like point at its business end.

"Hold still." The technician instructed as she brought the tip of the needle to the skin at the nape of his neck. Through the corner of his eye Jim could see that Miles was being subjected to the same thing.

Suddenly, he felt a stab of searing pain as the needle punctured his skin and the tiny electronic chip contained within its tiny metal capsule was implanted into his flesh. As soon as it was inside him, the technician withdrew the needle that had placed it inside him and then picked up a scanner device to check that the newly implanted chip was functioning properly. She nodded at the guardswomen and packed away her equipment.

Finally, the guardswomen unlocked and removed the shackles the two young males had worn for the best part of two weeks. Having unrestricted movement would clearly take some getting used to as instinctively, both boys took short steps as they were instructed by the guardswomen to follow them. It was much to their obvious annoyance as the two small males shuffled forward, impatiently one of the guardswomen jabbed the barrel of her rifle into the small of Miles's back.

"MOVE!!" She barked. Miles immediately fell to the floor and he yelped as he clattered down onto the hard concrete. Jim immediately went to help the stricken young male up but his effort was rewarded only by a harsh slap across his bare backside.

"He can get himself up!" The Guardswoman said harshly. Miles hauled himself up and as soon as he was back on his feet the Guardswoman pushed him forwards once again.

They were taken along a corridor with blank utilitarian white walls towards a door at the far end. The lead Guardswoman opened the door and instructed Jim and Miles to enter. They found themselves in an office, with a smartly attired woman in her mid 50's sat behind a desk. She wore the standard business attire that most women favoured in the post-Andrasta world; smart white shirt and dark blue tie, a matching navy blue three piece pinstripe suit and finely polished black shoes. Her hair was short, as most women preferred to wear it, and she was bereft of all of the trappings of traditionally feminine style from the Time Before; no makeup, and definitely no jewellery other than a smart watch and simple chromium cuff links. And she appeared to be virtually flat-chested, her underclothes effectively concealing her breasts and disguising her bust from open display, in the post-plague world it was considered extremely unwomanly to draw attention to one's breasts, even when nursing a baby girl. The rules of female dress were pretty straightforward; keep it simple and keep it smart.

"James Theta 758994 and Miles Theta 113592 ma'am." The lead Guardswoman said to her superior, introducing the two latest inmates.

The governor rose to her feet and stepped around her desk to stand before the two boys.

"Well, well, well." She said, "What simply adorable boys you are!"

She reached out and grabbed hold of Jim's exposed genitalia and squeezed. He gasped and squirmed as he was molested, but dared not utter a word in protest.

"Lovely, plump balls. I'm going to enjoy seeing you around our little facility, it's a pity I don't get sent many Copulators. Well, I tell a lie, you two are the first Copulators to have been consigned to my custody."

"Yes, well there's a reason for that!" Miles interjected sourly.

The Guardswoman stood behind him slapped him harshly across his naked bottom.

"You may only speak when you are spoken to!!" She barked in admonishment.

"Yes, as I was saying..." The governor continued, finally releasing Jim from her grip, "You two must've done something seriously bad in order for you to be sent here." She sniffed and then licked the hand she had molested Jim with. It was fair to say that this woman really gave him the creeps.

She returned to sit behind her desk.

"Now then, firstly welcome to the Vallasay Island Corrections Centre. You will find that your time here will pass more comfortably if you abide by the rules, which you'll no doubt figure out as you go along. You may have noticed that there are no perimeter fences on this island, apart from at the landing pad. There is no need for any form of perimeter fences or walls for the simple fact that escape from this island is impossible. During the daytime you shall be free to wander around the island and use any of the facilities we have here, just so long as you return for lockdown at 19:00 hours. You will also notice that this is a mixed facility with both female and male inmates. And you may also have noticed that all inmates are kept naked, but of course being former Copulators you will already be used to being naked at all times. Now, my advice to you is simple; make the best of your situation here, stay out of trouble, do as you are told, and you will find that your life here will be comfortable. Disobey however, and you will find yourself on the receiving end of some harsh punishment. And take it from me, the punishments here are very harsh indeed!"

The governor nodded towards the guardswomen.

"Take them to Cageblock Charlie, level 6 and see that they get settled in, then report back to me." She said officiously.

"Yes ma'am." The lead Guardswoman replied.

They were marched outside once again, this time towards the main campus of buildings which occupied a peninsula that stretched out from the west coast of the island, connected by a short but lofty isthmus above the turbulent sea. In the middle of the collection of low lying buildings rose four huge ten-storey buildings; the cageblocks where the inmates were housed overnight. They were taken towards a large set of double doors, painted alongside of which was a large letter C. They found themselves inside a huge atrium that extended right the way towards the roof of the building ten storeys above them. The space was bathed in natural light that flooded in from huge skylights in the roof. Along either side of the building, stretching the entire length and on each and every floor were the reason why this building was known as a cageblock - dozens of large steel cages, open on three sides with a two metre wide gap between each one to inhibit the passing of materials between each cage.
The guardswomen motioned for the two young males to follow them up the stairs to level 6 of the building. Ascending the stairs was hard work, having lost some of their strength during their two weeks cooped up inside the cell back at the breeding colony. Indeed, by the time they reached the 6th floor of the building both were gasping for breath. It was hard to believe that only a few weeks earlier these same two boys were both championship-winning swimmers. As they were marched past the cages they noticed that each one had two beds, a small table and two chairs, two small cabinets for personal items and a small curtained off alcove containing a toilet and washbasin.

The cageblock was largely deserted of inmates, although there were a few milling around down on the ground floor and one or two on the landings just outside the cages. Eventually, the small party of four came to a halt outside a cage with the number C617E above the door. The first Guardswoman pressed her hand against a scanner pad which bleeped softly and unlocked the door.

"In!" She barked, nodding towards the interior of the cage.

Jim and Miles reluctantly entered the steel barred enclosure. As soon as they were inside, the Guardswoman pressed the panel once more and the door slid closed with a resounding metallic clang.

"You two boys get yourselves settled in." The second Guardswoman said, "Your evening meal will be brought to you later. Your cage will be unlocked at 08:00 hours tomorrow morning, until then I suggest you get some rest. You will both be assigned work duties to fulfil and you are to report to the work assignment officer at 09:00 hours to be given your assignments. It won't be the most pleasant work, since you are new inmates you shall have to start at the bottom. But keep your disciplinary records clean and do as you are told at all times and you will be given less arduous and less hazardous work. Clear?"

"Yes Mistress." Both young males replied meekly.

"Answer the officer clearly!" The first Guardswoman barked, rapping her taser baton against the metal bars, briefly electrifying them and causing a loud clanging noise to echo around the stark walls of the cageblock.

"Yes Mistress!" Jim and Miles answered loudly.

"Good. Now get some rest." The first Guardswoman replied.

The two guardswomen then strode off back the way they had come, Jim managed to catch a snippet of their conversation as they headed back towards the stairwell.

"This fucking place is the worst assignment I've ever had!" One of them said as they walked away.

"Oh, I don't know. It has its attractions I suppose." The other replied, "I can't wait to have a go on the younger one!"

"You wait your turn!" The first Guardswoman replied with a snigger, "The senior officer gets to go first remember, and since I am your superior you'll only get to have a go once I've finished with him!"

"Whatever. Just so long as you clean his cock off once you get off the boy!" The second Guardswoman said as they began to descend the stairs. The two of them burst into a fit of cackling laughter that reverberated around the place as they headed downstairs.

All they could do was just hold each other. The two young males together in their confinement, their feelings of sorrow and pain pent up over such a long period, could no longer withstand the pressure from the vast reservoir of emotions that had accumulated. Like a vast concrete dam weakened by the bouncing bombs of their shocking discovery about the fate of Colony Theta's Copulators, their treatment at the hands of the sadistic Officer Harman, the uncomfortable journey to this place, and finally the reality sinking in that they would most likely spend the rest of their days in this austere place, they finally crumbled and the once peaceful valleys of their emotional landscapes were suddenly flooded, inundated by a wall of tears.

Their sorrowful cries echoed around the cageblock as the two boys sobbed. They held on to each other close, not daring to let the other go, wanting and needing like never before the warming comforting presence of the other against their naked skins.

"Oh Goddess Miles I'm so sorry!" Jim sobbed in his lover's arms, "I never should've dragged you into this. I'm such a fucking idiot!!"

"Shush!" Miles chided in reply, "You did no such thing, if anything it was me that encouraged you to help me crack that password and find out the truth. Besides, if we'd have stayed there we would've been euthanised along with all the rest of them. At least this way we're spared that fate."

"Yes but what about all the others?" Jim sniffled, "What about Kulvinder? What about Steven and Devon? What about all your friends? In a few years time, once they're no longer of any use to the breeding colony they'll be taken down to the discharge centre thinking they're going to be released only to find themselves being slaughtered and then hacked to bits to extract their organs so that some fat, lazy alcoholic bitch can get a new liver to ruin!!"

Miles looked Jim in the eye as the younger boy struggled to contain his rage following his outburst. He wiped his lover's tears away with his thumb and gently stroked his burning cheeks.

"Oh Jim." He sighed, pausing for a moment to wipe his own tears away, "There's nothing we can do."

"We have to save them Miles!!" Jim said determinedly.

"How?" Miles, ever the voice of reason replied, "How can we possibly help them when we're stuck here on this fucking island??"

"I don't know." Jim said sorrowfully, "But there has to be a way. There has to! When I first arrived at our barrack block on my first day after having gone through all that decontamination process and having this damned thing tattooed on my bum, 300 boys all full of excitement about finally being free were at the same time being herded into what they thought was an airlock that led to the outside world. But it wasn't an airlock - it was a gas chamber! And in just over three years it would've been your turn. And in just over four years it'll be Kulvinder and all of my friends being marched in there to their deaths. We can't just sit here on our arses and do nothing!"

"But what do you suggest?" Miles answered logically, looking Jim honestly in the eye, "What can we possibly do from here?"

Jim sighed sadly.

"Listen, if there was something we could do I'd be the first to stand by your side." Miles continued, "And if there was a way of saving them all then I'd help you do it in a heartbeat. But right now we have to learn how to survive in this place."

"You're right I guess." Jim answered, his shoulders slumping in resignation, "You're always right. It's just that I feel so fucking helpless. Now that we know what goes on in that place, about how the breeding colony basically farms us and then fattens us up for slaughter, I want to shout it from the rooftops. I wouldn't mind betting that the women of the world know nothing about what goes on in there. I want them all to know how we... how they, are all being lied to. I want to save them Miles! And I don't know how, and I don't know when, but I will find a way!"

"You know what?" Miles replied, stroking the back of Jim's head lovingly, "I believe you. And I'll do everything I can to help you. You have my solemn word on that. We're in this together, you and me against the UGC, side by side even if we have to die for it."

"Side by side." Jim answered.

And they kissed, softly and warmly to seal their vow to each other. This place of political penitence that they found themselves in had to have a chink in its armour that they could exploit. And together, Jim and Miles resolved to each other to find it and free themselves of this place.

Helena

Two trays of rather unappetising food had been unceremoniously shoved into their cage through a gap at the bottom of the door. Both Jim and Miles consumed the plainly bland offering gladly despite the flavourless nature of the food - it had been hours since they last ate. It was a scientifically processed foodstuff designed and formulated to give as much nutrition as possible for the least possible cost to the taxpayer. It was the staple diet of the island's inmates, although other foods were provided such as fruit and vegetables, they were always tinned, processed or had been cooked for so long that they barely resembled what they were supposed to be.

They had been in their cage now for three hours. The occasional fellow inmate had passed by, all of whom were women and each of them were as naked as they were. They had said little more than hello and had introduced themselves through the bars of their cage, but that was pretty much it as far as interaction went. Time ticked by, the clock mounted high on the wall at the far end of the cageblock approached 19:00 hours and more and more naked inmates filtered in to the area, conversing amongst themselves and making their way towards their own cages. The vast majority of them were women, but scattered amongst them was the occasional male. Jim made a quick mental calculation and surmised that about 1 in 10 inmates were males. Several more inmates stopped by their cage to greet them and introduced themselves to their newest neighbours before continuing to their cages. On the landing opposite, a mirror-image scene unfolded as inmate after inmate, some on their own and others in small groups, strolled along the landings and into their cages, ready to be locked in for the night. They all appeared fairly resigned to their situation, and as one wrinkled and haggard-looking woman walked slowly past, whom Jim estimated must be in her eighties, he wondered how long many of them had been incarcerated here. How many of them had died here.

They all appeared so ordinary, of all shapes and sizes, of all kinds of ethnicities and creeds and colours, nobody really stood out. Apart from one.

"Holy Goddess Miles!" Jim gasped as he looked out across to the opposite side of the cageblock, "It's... it's him!!"

"What? Who??" Miles asked, suddenly trying to follow his lover's gaze.

"It's him! The boy from my dream!!"

"Really?? Are you sure?" Miles asked.

Jim looked across at the male with the bright blond hair. By his side was a much taller brown haired woman who looked to be about the same age which Jim estimated must be in the mid 30's.

"I'm sure of it!" Jim answered excitedly, "Look, just over there. He's a little older than how he looks in my dream, but I'd know that hair and that face anywhere. I'd swear to the Goddess herself that it's him!"

"How can you be so certain?" Miles said, as he finally caught sight of the object of Jim's excitement walking hand in hand with a female inmate along the opposite landing.

"Believe me Miles, I'd know him anywhere! I've been haunted by the sight of him in my dreams for months - it's definitely him!" Jim said, looking Miles in the eye to prove his sincerity.

"Okay, okay... I believe you." Miles answered, "But I think introductions will have to wait for a while."

A squad of guardswomen appeared below. They split into two groups, one for each side of the cageblock and began to ascend the stairs. Each Guardswoman stopped on the landing of each level until each level had a Guardswoman ready and waiting for lockdown to proceed. The occasional straggler dashed across past the smartly uniformed officers, trying to get to their cages before the appointed hour so as not to face whatever punishment their lateness might entail. A hush descended about the cageblock as the clock ticked over to 18:59. The inmates all stood side by side by their beds in their cages. With some surprise he noticed that some of the cages held both a female and a male inmate, including the one immediately to their left. He also noticed that the blonde haired male and his brown haired companion on the opposite landing were also sharing a cage together. Realising that they too had to stand in position, Jim and miles took their place by their beds just as the clock ticked over to 19:00 hours.

"Lockdown!" The most senior looking officer announced loudly from her position in the middle of the ground floor of the cageblock. Each of the guardswomen began walking along her allocated landing, checking that each cage contained the correct inmates before touching the black panel by the side of the door which sent it sliding shut with a resounding clang.

In a way, this procedure had a sort of comforting feel to it, Jim supposed as he looked on. Every night in the Fertilisation Sector he had been made, along with his fellow barrack-mates, to stand by their bunks during evening roll-call before being locked into their barrack for the night. Suddenly, his thoughts strayed back to his friends back in Barrack 27C, of Kulvinder and of Steven and Devon. He wondered how his absence had been explained to them. A tear suddenly ran down his cheek as he was reminded once more of their fate just as the Guardswoman came by, ticking them off on a screen she wore in the palm of her hand before moving to the next cage and repeating the lock down procedure.

"Level one east clear!" Announced one of the uniformed officers once she had reached the end of the cageblock.

"Level one west clear!" Called out her colleague as she completed her duty.

"Level two east clear!"

"Level two west clear!"

"Level three east clear!"

And on it went until each level of cages had been counted and locked. The officer stood in the middle of the ground floor activated her communicator and spoke into it, presumably to some form of central control station.

"Cageblock Charlie, all inmates accounted for, all cages locked down."

"Roger that Cageblock Charlie - out." Came the slightly crackly reply.

As soon as the guardswomen had completed the lockdown process, the now caged inmates went about their business. Some simply sat and read from their bookscreens, others began doing exercises. Some of the inmates, presumably those who had earned special privileges, switched on videoscreens and laid back on their beds to view whatever programming the island's administrators allowed them to watch. Some inmates however, began doing something else. Including the couple next door to Jim and Miles's cage.

They seemed to begin fairly innocently enough, just kissing a little and cuddling softly, but it soon became apparent that this was a mere overture for what was to happen over the course of the next half hour or so. Their gentle canoodling elevated to the level of heavy petting in no time at all and eventually evolved into full-on foreplay. All Jim and Miles could do was sit and watch in wonderment.

"Oh for Goddess's sake not again!!" Came a female voice from behind them. Jim and Miles turned to see a woman in the neighbouring cage looking on at the scene in the lover's cage, "That's the third time this week!"

She was somewhat shorter in stature than many of the other women they had seen, but she had considerably larger breasts than most other women seemed to have. In the Time Before she would have been described as 'buxom', and in an age where women's breasts were by and large strapped down under close fitting bras and all but obscured from view under their loose fitting outer clothing, her appearance was quite unlike anything either of them had ever seen. Her nipples likewise seemed enormous, and her curvy figure with her soft rounded hips, voluptuous thighs and shapely legs marked her out from her contemporaries. Between her legs was the customary dense and completely untamed thatch of dark brown pubic hair that concealed her womanhood.

"What are you two newdies in here for then?" She addressed the two young males.

"Newdies?" Jim asked, having never heard the term before.

"Yeah, newdies!" She replied, "Y'know, 'cause your new and you're in the nude. Newdies, get it?"

"I suppose." Miles answered.

"So, who are you two pretty young things and how come they packed you off to this place?" The woman continued.

"I'm Jim, and this is my boyfriend Miles." Jim said. In the cage next door the amorous couple continued with their increasingly enthusiastic foreplay.

"Boyfriend? You mean you two are lovers?" The woman asked.

"Well, yes basically." Miles said.

"Pity." The woman commented as though bitterly disappointed to discover they were gay, "It's always the best looking ones that turn out to be gay! Pleased to meet you boys, my name's Helena. That there's my cagemate Krystie." She nodded across to her companion in the cage's other bed. Krystie seemed completely unperturbed by the activity in the cage next door but one from them, she simply seemed too absorbed in what she was reading on her bookscreen, only briefly muttering an almost inaudible "Hi" in reaction to Helena's introduction.

"What the hell are they doing?" Jim asked her.

"Well what does it look like?" Helena scoffed, "They're working up to fucking each other. FOR THE THIRD TIME THIS WEEK!!" She called across to the soon to be lovemaking couple. Her loud outburst was however completely ignored.

"Those two have been here for six months now." Helena continued, "I think she was from some protest group or other, and as for him I'm not sure. I think he may have been a Consort at one time or other. He certainly has a big enough dick for it! Anyway, ever since they got here they've been going at it together like rabbits. I mean, I know what they're doing together is how males and women are supposed to have sex with each other - as equal partners rather than the woman strapping the male onto a riding bench and all - but why do they have to keep on ramming it down our throats like this?"

"Have you ever bothered to ask them?" Krystie asked without alighting her gaze from her bookscreen.

"No, but that's besides the point Krystie!" Helena chided.

"Aren't there rules against that sort of thing here?" Miles asked her.

"Well in theory yes, but the guardswomen turn a blind eye to it. They aren't above using male inmates for their own enjoyment either." Helena answered, "This is a pretty unpopular posting for them you see - stuck out here at the very edge of the British Isles. They get bored, especially when it's stormy - sometimes the island can be cut off for weeks at a time. And to alleviate their boredom they like nothing better than to grab a male, take him to the communal riding room, strap the poor boy down and ride on him like a fucking rodeo bull! Sometimes of course two or three of them get together and take it in turns to have a ride. As for these two, I think they just get off on putting on a show for everyone."

The woman laid back on her bed and spread her legs wide in open invitation. Her companion, his sizeable penis fully erect and drooling precum, positioned himself above her in readiness to penetrate her.

"Oh, see what did I tell you!" Helena commented.

The young male thrust himself forward and entered his partner.

"Aaaand in he goes!" Helena said sarcastically.

The three of them simply watched the scene for a moment as the young male thrusted himself into the woman.

"So anyway." Helena went on regardless, "Almost every other night these two get physical with each other and before too long they're gettin' it on and going deep 'n' dirty and fucking each other's brains out. I guess I can't really blame them, stuck here in this place - I just wish they'd do it somewhere outside during the day rather than force it on us in here. They ain't the only ones that get up to sexy shenanigans in here though. Couple over there opposite, the blonde haired male and his cagemate, they sometimes go at it together. Not as often as these two though!"

"Those two in the cage opposite?" Jim asked, "What do you know about them?"
"Not much." Helena replied, "They keep pretty much to themselves most of the time, either that or hang out with some group of women from Cageblock Two. I think they were in some kind of anti-establishment movement. Been here a year or so."

"How long have you been here?" Jim enquired.

"Long enough." Was Helena's simple response.

The lovemaking couple writhed and squirmed and panted and thrusted as they rutted with each other. The simple metal bedstead squeaked and rattled as they had sex. Just then, Helena noticed something about the two boys that had been allocated the cage next to hers.

"Hey, what's with the weird markings on your arses?" She asked.

Jim turned his head to follow her gaze. It was his QR code, he had forgotten all about that.

"Oh, er... they're our ID markings." Jim said, "We're Copulators. Or at least we were Copulators."

"Copulators? You mean you two boys have come here from the breeding colony?"

"Yes." Miles answered, "But we were erm... kicked out."

"I won't ask why." Helena replied, "But I guess it must've been pretty bad for you both to end up in here!"

A rampant squealing and wailing ensued as the woman in the cage next door erupted into the throes of orgasmic bliss. Her partner joined her a few moments later. His orgasm, though somewhat shorter, seemed every bit as intense as hers and left him trembling and shuddering as the plateau of his sexual endeavours shimmered away leaving him exhausted but still within his partner's body."

"Ah, perhaps now we'll get some peace and quiet now that those two have finished." Helena said as the couple finally separated, the young male's softening penis slipped out of his partner, coated in a glistening sheen of penile secretions, vaginal juices and excess semen. He collapsed tiredly on the bed next to her and they cuddled each other contentedly.

"Hey, if you two boys ever want to have some fun together go right ahead by all means!" Helena chortled, "Seeing two males going at it together would make a nice change from watching these two!"

Jim decided that he liked Helena immediately, he supposed in a way that she had learned to simply accept her situation and make the best of it. He hoped he could have the mental wherewithal to follow her example. He was at the very first moments of a very long journey with a very uncertain conclusion, but one thing was for certain, if Helena was anything to go by, at least they were in good company.

Howling Wind

Jim was having a very sleepless night - his very first in the outside world. He tossed and turned in his bed trying to make sense of everything that had happened to him and trying to process the events that had brought him to his current situation as a prisoner of the state. He was also kept awake by a strange new sound he'd never heard before. During his years growing up in communal sleeping arrangements back within the confines of the breeding colony, he was used to all manner of nocturnal sounds, but this particular noise was entirely new to him. And he was finding it deeply unsettling.

"Psst! Miles! You awake?" He whispered at his partner in the adjacent bed on the opposite side of their cage. The young male's back was turned to him, the subtle curves of his naked body outlined by the thin blanket that had been issued to him. For a moment Jim couldn't help but admire his boyfriend's perfect figure, softly silhouetted in the moonlight that came in through the large skylights in the roof of the cageblock.

The boy stirred and turned to face Jim, the springs of his bed squeaking a little as he moved.

"Can't sleep either eh?" He whispered in reply.

"What the hell is that sound?" He asked, hoping Miles could supply an answer.

"I've no idea!" Miles replied, "I don't think I've heard anything like it before."

"It's just the wind. You'll get used to it." Came Helena's voice from the next door cage.

"The wind?" Miles replied.

"Huh! I guess you two boys really are fresh from the breeding colony aren't ya!" Helena whispered across.

She was met with blank faces from her two newest neighbours, so she decided to explain.

"Look, we're on an island see. A little island exposed to the full force of the Atlantic Ocean. It gets windy outside quite often and it whirls and eddies around these buildings and whistles around the various masts and surveillance towers. That's what you can hear outside - it's nothing to be afraid of."

"We never said we were afraid of it." Jim replied, trying to keep his voice down.

"Whatever." Helena answered, "Just be thankful it isn't stormy out there tonight because believe me, when there's a full-on North Atlantic storm system bearing down on us nobody gets any sleep!"

As if to accentuate her point, a large gust of wind blew through the prison compound causing a loud howling sound for a few brief moments.

"Now come on, try and get some sleep." Helena added as she shuffled in her bed and drew her own blanket tightly around her.

Jim and Miles did likewise, making one last concerted effort to get to sleep against the howling wind outside.

Doing The Dirty Work

Both Jim and Miles felt relieved when the morning sun streamed through the windows at the far end of the long cageblock, casting away the darkness of the night. The weather had settled somewhat in the early hours and both boys had fallen into a fitful but gratefully received slumber. As the inmates of Cageblock Charlie gradually roused from their slumber and into another day of captivity, Jim gazed across to the cage opposite theirs where he had seen what he believed to be the boy from his dreams back in the breeding colony.

But he could not see into the cages on the opposite landing since they were still in shadow. He felt certain that this particular blonde haired and very handsome male had answers for him about the disturbing goings on in Breeding Colony Theta. Maybe he was here for the exact same reason he was - maybe he too had uncovered Colony Theta's shockingly disturbing sideline in euthanasia and supplying human organs for transplant. Maybe they could join forces somehow. One thing was for certain - he had to find him, whoever he was.

Trouble was, even though he could see him and his companion, he couldn't manage to catch up with him. As soon as the morning count was finished and the cages unlocked for the day, despite his best efforts Jim lost sight of the blonde haired male in the crowd as it shuffled its way towards the mess hall for breakfast. And any further attempts to find him would have to wait for another time - both Jim and Miles had to report to the work assignment officer.

Breakfast consisted of more of the flavourless grey gloop from the day before, accompanied with a couple of slices of meagrely thin and stone-cold toast, something that was stiff and reddish-brown in colour and was supposed to be bacon, a small dollop of powdered scrambled eggs and a glass of water. In a small compartment in the corner of his tray were the familiar three blue pills that all males were required by law to take every day. The female inmates also had three mandatory pills to take, although theirs were white in colour.

After finishing what passed as breakfast, the two young males headed off to locate the work assignments officer. They found her office easily enough, the entire compound was well signposted, and to their surprise the work assignment officer seemed quite young, possibly having only just graduated from college. She was dressed, like most professional women, in a smart and crisply pressed suit with a brightly starched white shirt and tie. Just as with almost all women, she concealed her breasts within a specially designed 'control bra' to give her the appearance of a flatter chest. Her small office was spotlessly neat and tidy, not a single thing seemed out of place and Jim felt pretty sure that this room was cleaned every single day without fail.

She looked up from her holoscreen as soon as the two naked young males entered.

"Ah, you must be James Theta 758994 and Miles Theta 113592." The work assignment officer said brightly, "Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Milla Hannasdottir and I am the officer responsible for making sure every inmate here has some form of job to do here. Now, jobs are handed out based on your disciplinary record here, so if you behave well you will be given easier jobs that allow you more free time. Misbehave however, and you will be given the dirty and arduous jobs. As new inmates I'm sure you can understand that it is only fair that you start at the bottom - quite literally in your case. Congratulations, you two are on latrines duty! One of you is to clean out the staff facilities in Cageblock Charlie whilst the other cleans the toilets in each and every cage. If one of you finishes before the other, you are to go and help him finish. You will be given cleaning brushes, toilet cleaner and bleach and you shall be issued with a pair of rubber gloves. This task should take you no more than four hours and you will be doing it every two days until you can prove yourselves worthy of a better job."

"Yes Mistress Milla." Both boys said in unison.

"Good. Now then, be on your way and get started." Milla replied.

"Yes Mistress." Jim said, "Erm, forgive me for asking Mistress, but what kind of name is Hannasdotter? I don't think I've heard anything like it before."

"Hannasdottir." Milla corrected, "It's Icelandic. It means daughter of Hanna. My people originally came from Iceland - the whole country is abandoned now since the plague - but quite a few of us emigrated here to Scotland."

"It's a er... very nice name." Jim added.

"Thank you." Milla replied with a hint of a smile, "Icelandic people always have their mother's name as a surname. If I ever have a daughter her surname will be Millasdottir."

She smiled in a kindly fashion at the two naked young males stood before her.

"You'd better get on and make a start - the sooner you finish, the sooner you can go out and explore the island." Milla added.

"Yes Mistress Milla." Miles replied politely before both boys left the room.

"What was all that about? Asking about her name?" Miles asked Jim as they made their way back to Cageblock C.

"I figured it couldn't do us any harm to be on her good side." Jim replied, "I just got the impression that she was a bit more easygoing than the guardswomen here, so I took a gamble and paid her a little compliment to see where it got me."

"Well, not very far it would seem." Miles said sadly, "We still have to clean every single toilet in the Cageblock."

"For now, yes." Jim replied, "But you heard her. If we do a good enough job she'll move us onto something better, and it can't do any harm to be in her good books."

"Point taken." Miles sighed, "Scrubbing toilets isn't going to be much fun though."

"All the more reason to do a good job." Jim said as they entered the Cageblock.

They asked the Guardswoman on duty at the security post where they could find the cleaning equipment. The smartly uniformed officer pointed them towards a storage room across the way and informed them that she would be inspecting their work later. A few minutes later, armed with toilet brushes, bottles of toilet cleaner, a trolley each full of fresh rolls of toilet paper and plenty of bleach, Jim and Miles set about their task. Miles took on the staff facilities which consisted of toilet blocks on each level of the Cageblock and he was instructed by the Guardswoman that only the very highest of standards was acceptable and to not spend any less than five minutes on each individual toilet. Jim meanwhile, partly out of a desire to see if he could catch up with the mysterious blonde haired male, took on the cleaning of the toilets in the cages. The Guardswoman informed him that standards in the cages were a lot less rigorous, allowing him to spend only a minute or so on each one, which was just as well because there was no less than 400 cages in Cageblock C to get through - 40 cages on each one of the cageblock's 10 levels.

It took Jim well over an hour to do the first level and he soon realised that at that rate it would be getting dark before he finished. So much for having the time to go out and explore and hopefully try to find his mystery male, he pondered sourly to himself. As time wore on however, he got into more of a rhythm and he managed to clean the second level toilets in considerably less time than he managed for the first.

Into the cage, flush the toilet, squirt in some toilet cleaner, scrub around the bowl with the brush, flush again, squirt some bleach around the rim, lower and clean the seat, replace roll of toilet paper, and on to the next one.

On and on it went for hours. Eventually, a Guardswoman came and found him and told him he could go for lunch but to be back within 45 minutes. He was still suffering the after effects of being cooped up for two weeks in the cell back at the breeding colony and he was feeling weak and tired, but he was determined to finish his task. So, no sooner had he finished lunch, which consisted of a portion of some sort of watery vegetable broth, a single piece of bread, a small amount of tinned fruit suspended in some form of syrup, and a glass of milk... and more of the bland-tasting gloop they had from the day before, he returned to his duty after just 20 minutes.

It wasn't the most satisfactory of luncheons, but he felt glad of the brief rest. He couldn't catch sight of Miles anywhere, he assumed that he was just in another part of the mess hall and that they had missed each other. But that was by the by - the more pressing issue was finishing off cleaning the cageblock's toilets.

By just after 14:00 hours, Jim made it onto level 8. So far he had scrubbed and cleaned 280 toilets, and he had three more levels of cages to go.

"Need a hand?" Came a familiar voice from behind him.

It was Miles, clutching a toilet brush and pushing a trolley filled with rolls of toilet paper.

"More hands make light work and all that!" He added.

"Miles, thank Goddess you're here!" Jim greeted his boyfriend warmly with a hug and a brief kiss, "You finished the staff toilets then I take it."

"Eventually, yes." Miles replied, "Had to do the first few again though until she was happy with them. But I'm here now, so let's get cracking eh!"

With two of them now hard at work cleaning the cageblock's toilets it took half the time to finish the job and in just over an hour they had finished their arduous task.

Step Inside My Office...

"Give me three days in the mating suite underneath some fat old bitch any day!" Miles remarked tiredly as they returned their cleaning materials to the storeroom.

"All done?" The Guardswoman asked them as they closed the storeroom door.

"Yes Mistress." Both young males replied together.

"Good, because the Governor has been asking after you both." The Guardswoman said, "She says you are to report to her office as soon as possible."

"What, now?" Miles asked.

"Yes, now! Get moving!!" The Guardswoman barked in reply.

With heavy sighs, and not wishing to further incur the Guardswoman's wrath, Jim and Miles did as they were told and headed off to the administration building where the Governor's office was located.

"What do you think she wants with us?" Miles asked as the two of them made their way outside and back towards the administration building.

"I have no idea." Jim replied grimly, "But I have a sinking feeling about this."

"Why? I mean, since we got here we haven't done a single thing wrong."

"I don't think being in any trouble has anything to do with this." Jim answered.

He paused to allow Miles to put two and two together.

"Oh shit, you don't think she wants to..." Miles uttered.

"Well, I can't think of any other reason." Jim replied.

They continued in silence with foreboding in their hearts as they trudged towards the Governor's office. When they eventually arrived, a young woman who was obviously the Governor's PA, showed them in.

"Inmates James Theta 758994 and Miles Theta 113592 here as requested Ma'am." The young woman announced as she showed them in.

"Thank you Mariella, if you could hold all my calls for the next two hours please." The Governor replied.

"Yes Ma'am." The PA answered as she left the room.

"So, how have you two pretty boys been settling in?" The Governor asked them brightly.

"Erm... Okay so far." Jim replied.

"That's okay so far Mistress Governor!" The Governor corrected sharply.

"Yes, er... Okay so far Mistress Governor." Jim said meekly.

"That's better. So, have either of you had a chance to go and explore our island here?"

"No Mistress Governor." Miles answered, "We were on work duty today, cleaning all the toilets. We came here as soon as we finished and were told to report here."

"Pity. It really is a beautiful and peaceful place once you get out there." The Governor said as she reclined in her chair, "But there's no rush to go and explore just yet. The island isn't going anywhere soon. And neither are you of course!" That last sentence obviously meant to reinforce the permanency of their incarceration on the remote island.

The Governor stood suddenly and stepped across towards a door on the left hand side of the room.

"It's a beautiful place to be stationed." The Governor said as she rose from her chair and turned to look out of her window towards the island's landscape, "But as I'm sure you can imagine, it can get a bit lonely here sometimes. Especially for those of us that have been stationed here."

"Er, yes Mistress Governor." Jim said.

"Now, the UGC commandeers a couple of Consorts from the Maison Service for us to use." The Governor continued as she drew her attention away from the view from her window and stepped over toward a door in the side of the office with a shiny black panel next to it, "They're good boys and they do what they can, but two males between all 520 of us that are stationed here is a lot of work for them as I'm sure you can imagine."

"Yes, I er... I'm sure it is Mistress Governor." Miles replied.

"It's a constant job having to serve that many women, so out of necessity their services have to be rationed amongst us all." The Governor went on, "Those of us senior officers do what we can to ease their workload. Mainly because fortunately for us there are added benefits to our managerial positions."

Jim gulped.

She placed her hand against the black panel by the side of the door. It illuminated green and the door slid open to reveal an adjoining room. In the centre of the room was something the two of them had hoped they would never have to see again: a riding bench.

The room was square, windowless and very plainly decorated with a simple floor of polished wooden floorboards and plain off-white walls. Mounted onto one wall opposite the door was a set of bright metal rings; two spaced a couple of feet apart near the floor, and another two further up set much wider apart. The riding bench itself, in contrast with the light colours of the room, was made of dark stained wood, possibly mahogany, and was topped with a cushioned pad of dark brown leather. At its corners were leather straps with bright brass buckles. In addition to the restraints they were already used to from their days in the mating suites, this riding bench also had neck and waist restraints. Jim's earlier sense of foreboding seemed to be entirely justified.

"In!" The Governor commanded them with a nod towards the inside of the room.

Jim and Miles meekly complied, their heads cast down towards the floor. Both of them now knew in no uncertain terms why they had been summoned - the only question was how she intended to use them.
The Governor closed the door and then paused before the two naked males stood before her.

"Hmm... eeny, meeny, miny, mo..." She said as she pondered which of the two of them would service her first.

"You!" She said eventually, pointing towards Jim, "I think you first. Get on the bench, arms and legs out like a good boy."

"Yes Mistress Governor." Jim replied with a deep sigh.

He mounted the riding bench, laid back on the leather cushioned surface and placed his wrists and ankles where the restraints were located.

"Strap him down." The Governor commanded Miles.

Without a word Miles compliantly knelt by Jim's side and began applying the restraints, tightening the buckles to hold him in place.

"I'm sorry Jim." He whispered quietly whilst the Governor's back was briefly turned.

"It's okay Miles." Jim replied, "It's okay - we'll get through this."

He planted a brief kiss upon his forehead and Jim smiled nervously in reply. As soon as he finished tightening the wrist straps, he moved on to the ankle straps. The Governor looked on as Miles applied the restraints.

"Don't forget the waist belt and neck collar." She instructed.

"No Mistress Governor." Miles replied quietly.

"What was that?" The Governor enquired.

"I said no Mistress Governor, I won't forget the waist belt and neck collar." Miles answered clearly.

"Good. Make sure they're not too tight though."

"Yes Mistress Governor."

Miles opened out the waist belt and then tightened it around Jim's midriff just tight enough for him to get his fingers underneath it comfortably. He did the same with the neck collar, gazing apologetically at his lover as he did so. A single tear trickled down Jim's cheek but his facial expression maintained a stoical stare straight up at the ceiling of the riding room. Miles stood by the riding bench once he had finished strapping Jim down.

"Finished?" The Governor asked.

"Yes Mistress Governor." Miles replied.

"Good, now come and stand before me."

Miles came and stood directly before the woman. She was a clear foot taller than he and with a much more muscular frame. The UGC had for many decades systematically drugged both the male and female populations. Males were drugged in the guise of mandatory dietary supplements, to be docile, demure and obedient by restricting the influence of testosterone and other hormones on their bodies. Women on the other hand, had been medicated with hormones and supplements that increased their muscle mass and skeletal growth. The result was that women were on average taller and physically and emotionally stronger than males. It was all artificial of course, maintained by an enforced regimen of daily medications - the penalties for failing to take the pills were harsh.

"Take off my shoes and socks for me." She instructed.

"Yes Mistress Governor."

Miles got down on his knees and untied the woman's finely polished and professionally smart black shoes. He slipped them off and then removed her plain black knee length socks.

"Now remove my trousers and my underwear and fold them neatly." The Governor commanded as soon as Miles had finished.

"Er... Yes Mistress Governor." Miles answered her unusual request.

Nervously, he reached up towards her waist. He unbuckled her belt and then unbuttoned and unzipped her flies. The woman's trousers, weighted down by the leather belt with its heavy brass buckle, fell down to her ankles in an instant. Once she stepped out of them, Miles carefully folded them as he had been instructed. They were obviously tailor made and most likely expensive, so he treated them with care. His careful treatment of her expensive suit trousers was not out of any wish not to damage the expensive garment, but more out of a desire not to incur the woman's wrath lest she turn out to be as sadistic as Officer Harman.

He shuddered as he recalled his time in Harman's underground interrogation chamber. He hadn't spoken to Jim about exactly what had happened to him in there, he wasn't yet comfortable talking about it. To his credit, Jim hadn't yet asked him or forced him to open up about it. He knew he would have to eventually, but he was thankful that Jim was allowing him to work out his emotions in his own time. He knew the boy would be there for him when he finally decided to talk about it.

He looked back up at the Governor, now stood naked from the waist down apart from her plain white cotton undershorts. Women's underwear had changed much over the ensuing centuries since the Andrasta plague and the many years of war that followed. Nowadays plain, unflattering, utilitarian simplicity governed women's preferred taste in undergarments. He reached up and hooked his fingers inside the elasticated waistband and then in one continuous movement, he pulled them down. As soon as the Governor stepped out of her underwear Miles neatly folded them and carefully placed them atop her folded trousers.

The Governor took a step forward until her naked crotch was mere inches from Miles's face.

"Now lick!" She instructed. She placed her hands on the back of his head and pulled him towards her so that his nose and mouth were suddenly buried in the thick brown bush between her legs. Miles meekly extended his tongue a little and experimentally licked the woman's fleshy folds.

"Mmmm... Gooood." The Governor gasped as Miles lapped gently around her vulva.

Miles had never done anything like this before. During his enforced mating sessions back at the breeding colony, most of the women simply wanted to get the sexual act over and done with and what foreplay there was was kept by and large to little more than a bit of light stroking and gentle rubbing. Having his face buried between a woman's legs, his nose filled with her scent, did absolutely nothing for him.

"Mmmmm... Ahhhh... Ooooooh." The Governor moaned and purred contentedly as she forced Miles to perform cunnilingus upon her. All miles could do was exactly what he had been told to do: lick.

After several minutes of Miles's oral ministrations, she seemed satisfied and gently pushed him away from her and instructed him to rise to his feet.

"Now go and stand in the corner." She commanded.

Miles turned and went to stand in the corner of the room as instructed. The Governor stood before the riding bench, and then glanced across at Miles.

"On second thoughts, better still..." She mused, "We can't have you standing there. Come and stand over here."

Miles complied and came and stood before the woman once again. She slid open a drawer in the underside of the riding bench to reveal a set of leather cuffs with bright brass buckles and clips. She took one out and instructed Miles to hold out his left hand.

"Who knows what you'll get up to once you see me riding your little friend over there." She said as she placed the cuff around his wrist and fastened the buckle, "We don't want you to have any fun by yourself now do we?"

"No Mistress Governor." Miles replied. Why on earth would I want to masturbate while you force yourself upon the boy I love? He thought to himself as she applied the second cuff to his other wrist.

She then applied two more cuffs to his ankles and then instructed him to stand up against the wall. She guided his ankles towards the metal rings set into the wall and then clipped them into place. She clipped his wrists to the two upper rings until he was stood there, helplessly spread-eagled against the wall.

"That's more like it." The Governor said as she took a step back.

She mounted the riding bench and straddled Jim's prostrate and securely restrained body, ready to mount the boy and have her way with him. But there was a problem.

"Having a little trouble getting it up are we?" She asked rhetorically.

Jim, totally unaroused in any way whatsoever, was as flaccid as it was possible for a male to be. His hairless penis laid defiantly limp atop his equally hairless testicles, refusing to come to life. The Governor's gaze flicked from Jim towards Miles and then back again, noting the expressions on their faces and coming to a sudden realisation.

"Oh, like that is it?" She said realising and referring to their sexualities. She dismounted the riding bench and went to the door. "Good job I have just the thing in my desk drawer for situations such as this."

"Whatever she does to me, just remember that I love you Miles!" Jim said, trying his best to conceal his tears and to try and appear strong for his boyfriend.

"I know." Miles replied as he stood secured to the rings on the wall, "I love you too."

After a few moments the half naked Governor returned with a silver tray, resting upon which were two small syringes.

"A little something to help that cute little willy of yours wake up!" She said as she picked up one of the syringes and removed its protective cap, "They usually use this stuff on Consorts, but I have my own personal stash. A perk of having a relative that works for the Maison Service!"

She picked up Jim's penis in her left hand and then jabbed the needle right into the side of his shaft. Jim gasped and gnashed his teeth as the sharp needle punctured his sensitive skin. The woman pushed the plunger and injected the initiator serum directly into his penis.

"There we go!" The Governor said as she removed the syringe and casually tossed it over her shoulder into the corner of the room.

The serum took effect almost immediately. Within moments Jim's penis began to swell and rise off of his testicles as his blood rushed in to fill the spongy erectile tissues within. Jim's heart raced and his cheeks flushed as he became harder and harder - never before had he felt an erection like it. In just over a minute his penis stood upright and then flopped onto his belly, the skin of his shaft as taut as a tribal drum, twitching in time with his racing heartbeat and gently slapping against his tummy.

"Now that's more like it!" The Governor remarked gleefully as she remounted the naked boy.

She shuffled forward, lining herself up with the now forcefully engorged phallus, grabbed hold of it and then sank herself down, impaling herself upon Jim's erection.

It became clear that she was a woman who had not a single ounce of concern for the enjoyment of whichever male it was that she was riding upon. She wasn't being particularly rough with him, or at least not that Jim could tell, but there was a look in her eyes that gave him the impression that right at that moment to her he was little more than a living sex doll, as though he was but a mere object to be used. He wasn't sure how he should react to the situation - would she expect him to satisfy her? Or did she merely want a quick sexual fix? Unlike his friend Harry, who had been trained how to serve women sexually as a Consort, Jim had no idea how to deliver a woman to the heights of sexual satisfaction. Up until then he had only been expected to ejaculate into a woman as quickly and as often as possible in order to get her pregnant. Never before had he been called upon to have sex in anything other than for purely reproductive purposes. Would she punish him if he erupted too soon?

As he was now accustomed, having sex with a woman had no discernible effect on his ardour and as usual he felt like little more than a passenger that was simply along for the ride. In some ways, he thought as he looked up at the Governor as she bounced up and down on him, that it was quite helpful in a bizarre way. What better way to prevent him from going off too soon than to feel almost totally unaroused by the situation? If only he could tune out the physical sensations he was feeling at that moment - those particular feelings he could do nothing about.

Miles, stood helplessly against the wall and unable to intervene, gazed at Jim as the muscular woman rode his beloved. Jim's whole body moved a couple of inches up and down the riding bench with each and every thrust of her hips she made. His wrists and ankles strained at the bonds that secured him to the accursed item of furniture. His beloved's face wore an expression of resigned acceptance but the tears running down his cheeks told another story. He wanted to cry out and yell at her to stop what she was doing to the boy he loved more than anything in the world but he simply could not find his voice.

With a grimace and a sudden gnash of his teeth, Jim felt himself erupting inside her. His penis twitched and throbbed inside her as it delivered his ejaculation into her body. This was no orgasm, it was merely an ejaculation; simply his body's natural reflex to the physical stimulus he was receiving from her. It is often falsely assumed that in males, ejaculation and orgasm are one and the same - 'I couldn't possibly have raped him your honour, he had an erection! And he came! - he had an orgasm, he must've enjoyed it!'. The truth however is like many things, much more complicated. The Governor may have been under the false impression that Jim had experienced an orgasm, however for Jim the sensation he felt as his semen spewed forth from his body and into hers was most definitely not orgasmic.

She came to a halt as soon as Jim erupted inside her.

"Hmm... To be expected from a gay former Copulator I suppose." She muttered in reference to the brevity of his sexual performance.

She rose up off of Jim's hips, his engorgement slipping out of her and slapping wetly against his belly. She then shuffled forwards on her knees and squatted down, her dense bush of pubic hair, now soiled by his spend, right up against his nose and mouth.

"Clean your mess from me." She commanded flatly.

Jim extended his tongue and obediently started to lick the remnants of his semen from the warmly engorged folds of her womanhood. He immediately found the flavour of his semen distasteful, the musky saltiness causing him to gag momentarily. After a couple of tortuous minutes she appeared satisfied and finally dismounted the riding bench.

She immediately began releasing Jim from the leather straps and cuffs that held him down. He felt relieved to be free from the restraints but he was certain their ordeal was not over yet.

"Your turn." The Governor said, pointing towards Miles.

She instructed Jim to release Miles from the rings on the wall and then strap him down onto the riding bench. He complied with her instructions, albeit under duress. He wanted nothing more than to find something sharp and stab the woman, or at the very least give her a slap, but he knew the consequences would be dire if he did anything other than what he was told to do.

As soon as he had finished strapping Miles to the riding bench, the Governor instructed Jim to apply the leather cuffs onto his wrists and ankles and stand against the wall. Jim could still feel the warmth from where, moments earlier, Miles had been as his back contacted the wall. With his arms outstretched and his legs slightly apart, she clipped the leather cuffs to the wall-mounted rings and left him there, helplessly restrained just as Miles had been.

She took the second syringe of initiator serum, removed its protective cap with her teeth and spat it away onto the floor. She jabbed the needle into Miles's penis and injected the serum. Within moments, just as with Jim earlier, his penis came to life resulting in a monumental erection. The Governor licked her lips lasciviously as she mounted him. Jim looked on as Miles grimaced as she sank down and enveloped his tumescent shaft, forcing herself upon his helplessly naked body. She showed Miles no less mercy than she had given Jim, her hips rocking back and forth and up and down as she rode him.

Miles managed to last a little longer than Jim had before he too erupted inside her, although their entire coupling was still over in less than two minutes, much less than what would be considered acceptable from even the most inexperienced of Consorts. Even so, the Governor didn't seem disappointed - at least not visibly.

Over the ensuing hour she had Jim and Miles swap places several times, riding each one in turn whilst the other was forced to watch. By the time she eventually released them they had both serviced her four times each. When she had finished with them she retrieved her underwear and her trousers and set about making herself decent before summoning a Guardswoman to escort them back to the cageblocks. It didn't matter that there was little time left to explore the island, they weren't in any mood to go outside following the ordeal they had just been put through. They simply sat in their cage, simply not wanting to talk to the other about what had happened. After a while a bell sounded, signalling that the mess hall was open for dinner, but neither felt in any mood to eat. The Guardswoman on duty had other ideas however, and escorted them personally to the mess hall.

As they sat at a table in the corner of the huge room, a tray of bland food set before them, neither felt any need to discuss their ordeal - both of them were there, and both of them had been subjected to forcibly serving the Governor's sexual needs and were under no illusion that they would be called upon to serve her in a similar manner in future. They simply sat and picked at their food, left alone to their thoughts.

Under Clear Blue Skies

Both Jim and Miles slept uneasily that night following their encounter in the Governor's riding room. Outside the night was still and cloudless, a shaft of soft moonlight gently illuminated the Cageblock with an ethereal light. The only sounds to be heard, aside from the sounds of snoring and nocturnal tossing and turning, were the footsteps of the night-duty Guardswomen as they patrolled up and down the long landings on each level. Their first full day on Vallasay had been both arduous and traumatic, and if this was what their life was going to be like from then on, neither of them wanted to contemplate the many years that stretched before them. With a sudden stab in his heart Jim realised that his planned reunion with Danny and Harry in Trafalgar Square would go ahead without him - and there would be no way to get any kind of message to them to explain why.

At least today they weren't on latrines duty, that particular task would be carried out by some other pair of inmates that day. It meant that finally the two of them would have a chance to go out and explore, and hopefully see if the island's security had any weaknesses they could exploit.

After morning roll call, the cages were finally unlocked for the day. Once again Jim tried to follow where the mysterious blonde male went but once again he lost him in the crowd. He muttered his displeasure towards Miles who simply shrugged in reply.

"You'll catch up with him eventually." He said as he placed his hand on Jim's shoulder, "It's only a matter of time - and time is something we have plenty of here.

"I know." Jim replied glumly, "It's just I'm sure he is important in some way and I want to find out why."

"Do you think you think you could be related in some way?" Miles speculated as they joined the daily procession towards the mess hall for breakfast, "Maybe he's your brother or something - like we found out that your friend Danny is one of my brothers."

"Possibly." Jim mused though he thought it unlikely.

After breakfast the two of them finally made it outside the main compound of the penal colony and out onto the island for the first time since their arrival. It was a beautiful day outside. The sun shone brightly in a pristine blue sky peppered with only the occasional little white fluffy cloud. The breeze was gentle and tousled their hair as they stepped outside the compound. Growing up inside the immense domes of the breeding colony, they had never felt the wind in their hair before - the nearest thing they had experienced was when they stood in the drying booths after swimming. The invisible natural force that flowed around them felt mesmerising and at the same time slightly unsettling.
The expanse of the island's interior stretched before them - it was a semi-barren landscape of low hills covered with a dense carpet of heather, bracken and grasses. What few trees there were dotted around the landscape were all low and oddly shaped as they fought against the prevailing winds. The Isle of Vallasay measured just shy of 3 miles from its northernmost extreme to its most southerly point, and approximately 1 mile from east to west. The main compound, where the administration facilities, cageblocks, leisure and educational facilities were located, took up most of a peninsula that jutted out from the exposed west coast of the island and set above towering granite cliffs above a frothing and seemingly perpetually turbulent sea. The only other development of any note on the island was the Rotorplane landing pad at the southern end of the island - it was also the only place on the island that displayed any outward form of security. The landing pad, which consisted of a large square concrete apron with a squat control tower, a small hangar and the island's small fire station, was surrounded by a high chainlink fence crowned with fearsome looking razor wire.

The topography of the island sloped away from the sea cliffs of its west coast down towards sand dunes and sheltered sandy bays along its east coast. Here and there were small rocky outcrops that seemed to pierce the carpet of heather and yellow flowered gorse bushes that stretched out before them.

"I can think of worse places to be imprisoned." Miles said, taking hold of Jim's hand as they surveyed the landscape before them.

"I guess." Jim reasoned, turning his head to look his beloved in the eye, "But we are still prisoners here."

They set forth along a path that led away to the lofty isthmus that connected the peninsula to the bulk of the island and then found a path that led to the north. It wasn't a particularly warm day, but nevertheless the sun felt wonderful upon their naked skin. The cool breeze felt oddly pleasing as it swirled around their naked bodies. The ground beneath their bare feet would take some getting used to, but the soles of their feet had already hardened somewhat following their time spent inside the Fertilisation Sector - Jim hadn't worn so much as a stitch of clothing in almost a year. For Miles, his enforced nudity had been for the last 2 years. He wondered if either of them would ever wear clothes again - he wondered if he ever could get used to being covered again or if he was somehow 'institutionalised' into his nudity.

The path meandered between rocky outcrops, other inmates, their naked bodies contrasting against the earthy tones of the surrounding landscape, could be seen both ahead and behind them as they walked along the way as they scattered about over the island. They came across a junction where a path running from east to west intersected the north to south path they were currently traversing. On a whim, they decided to turn left uphill towards the west coast of the island. It occurred to them, as they headed up the gentle slope, that this particular way saw somewhat less footfall than the main path. The path went from being several feet wide to being only just wide enough for them to proceed in single file. The further uphill they went, the more the vista over the island opened out behind them. The two young males paused occasionally to take in the view - the main compound with its stark white walls and towering Cageblocks dominated the view on its rocky peninsula, with the gravel roadway meandering away towards the Rotorplane landing pad in the distance at the southern end of the island. For the first time they could see the neighbouring islands of Harris to the north and east, and North Uist to the south. What astonished them most of all was how close they were to the Isle of Harris. The island was separated from its much larger neighbour by a channel of water. At its narrowest, the channel could only be a few hundred yards wide and looked deceptively calm and its waters glittered in the sun.

"Look at that!" Miles gasped as he looked out towards the little strait, "It looks like it's only a quarter of a mile wide! Anybody could swim across that in no time!"

Jim followed Miles's gaze - the Isle of Harris, which in pre-plague times was famous for a locally produced tightly-weaved cloth known as Harris Tweed, a popular choice of material for winter clothes in Victorian times, was separated from Vallasay by a narrow channel known as 'Elster's Leap'. The ancient Clan McElster, who originated from the island centuries earlier, told of the legend of Elster and his true love Valla. The legend went that Valla's father, the chieftain of the local tribe, imprisoned her alone on the island to prevent her from being taken by any unworthy suitors that might steal her virtue. It was said that Valla was the most beautiful maiden in all of the Western Isles and that her hand in marriage was worth enduring any trial to secure it.

The trial Valla's father set was deceptively simple: swim across to the island and claim her. The channel, though narrow and seemingly placid, was in fact a swirling maelstrom of tidal currents and whirlpools, and every single one of Valla's potential suitors perished in their attempts to claim her hand.

Elster, a simple stone carver's son, gazed across longingly towards the beautiful maiden, so close and yet seemingly so far away. He saw the wealthy men's attempts to swim the channel and saw each of them swept away by the current, never to be seen again.

But unlike them, Elster simply bided his time. He studied the channel every day for years, observing the rise and fall of the tides, carefully noting the patterns of the ebb and flow. He waited and waited for the lowest possible tide to make his attempt. The chieftain, Valla's father, scoffed when the upstart Elster approached him to announce his intention to try and swim across to claim his daughter's hand. Thinking that he would most likely die in the attempt, the chieftain permitted Elster to try his luck. The young low-status stone carver's son waited for the tide to be at its lowest and for the waters to be at their slackest. He stripped off his clothes and stepped naked into the water. He swam out towards a group of rocks that had been exposed by the tide - the same rocks responsible for the dangerous whirlpools that had claimed so many lives. He clambered onto the rocks and proceeded to step from one rock to another, racing against the tide.

Eventually he came across the final hurdle, a twenty foot gap between two jagged outcrops. The crowd that had gathered along with Valla's father regarded the scene in hushed awe as they watched the naked Elster stand on the rock with the swirling waters rising at his feet. Elster prayed to the deities to help him in his hour of need and with one great leap he jumped the wide gap, landing on the other side, but cutting the soles of his feet on the jagged rocks as he touched down. A deafening clap of thunder sounded as his feet landed upon the rock. All Elster had to do was simply wade across to the sandy shore and claim his pride. Valla took Elster in an embrace as they were united. Her father looked on furiously, enraged that such a low-status suitor had managed to outwit him and be free to claim his beloved daughter's hand, but the crowds of people behind him cheered as they saw Elster kiss Valla passionately on the sandy shore of the island. She took him to her little hut to clothe him, feed him and to tend to the wounds he had sustained during his crossing. In the little hut the newly united couple made love before the warmth of the little hearth for three days and three nights. Their union was blessed with twins; a son and a daughter, and the family thrived on the island, hunting its deer for food and harvesting the bounteous fish from the sea, and so began the history of the Clan McElster and the island of Vallasay became their ancestral home.

"I suppose." Jim replied, regarding the narrow expanse of water that separated Vallasay from the much larger Harris, "But if it's that easy why isn't there anything to stop someone from trying? There are no electric fences, no walls of any kind and there aren't even any watchtowers. I can't even see any security cameras anywhere."

"I have no idea." Miles replied, but I guess we'll find out in the fullness of time."

They continued along the narrow path which seemed to lead to what appeared to be the highest point of the island. The going suddenly became arduous, especially since they weren't in the peak of physical condition following their two weeks of confinement in the cell back at Colony Theta. But both of them had a sudden determination to reach the summit. The gravel path became a rocky scrabble as the two males made their way higher and higher.

Eventually, they rounded a corner and were rewarded with a magnificent vista. They found themselves at the top of a majestic sea cliff some 400 feet above the sea below. They stood and gazed at the immensity of the view before them, of the ocean below them and the sky above them separated by the thin line of the horizon. Jim reached across and took his lover's hand in his.

"It's beautiful!" Jim said in astonishment as the two boys stood awestruck hand in hand. Nothing they had seen in books or on video screens back in the breeding colony had ever prepared them for a sight such as this. It scared them, but at the same time they were amazed by it, of the seeming infinity of sea and sky that surrounded them. Up here perched atop the high cliffs, the wind intensified from the gentle breeze that tousled their hair on the lower land to a stiff gale that they had to fight against in order to stay upright. For the first time they actually felt cold and looked for somewhere they might find some temporary respite from the cold wind.

They came across an outcrop of rocks that formed a shallow cave and provided some shelter from the prevailing gale and looked out across the landscape of the island. Once upon a time this land was full of enclosures marked out by fences and dry stone walls and was dotted with tiny stone bothies where the islanders that farmed the land used to live in ancient times. All that was left of them now were small stone rectangular enclosures on the ground filled with bracken and weeds. In the distance they could see the skeletal remains of what had once been the island's only village with its tiny stone harbour where the local fishing boats used to set sail. Most of the buildings were just crumbling shells, apart from one.

It had obviously been preserved in near pristine condition, as though it was venerated in some way and deserved to be saved. It stood much taller than the houses around it - a square tower stood at its western end, and along its sides were slender pointed arched windows. It was the island's parish church. Long ago, before the devastation of the Andrasta plague, this part of The Western Isles was the last bastion of Catholicism in Great Britain. The rest of the British Isles had been converted to Anglicanism following King Henry VIII's split from the Church of Rome, but this remote corner of the Scottish islands, due largely to its relative isolation, remained staunchly catholic.

Following the plague that had all but wiped out the male population, a new religion took hold, forced upon humanity by the United Global Council. Instead of God, the people worshipped the Goddess - the divinity of the feminine and all that was seen as good and pure in the UGC's eyes. Instead of Jesus or Mohammed or any other prophet, the Virgin Mary was seen as the divine messenger of the Goddess. In its early days the UGC tried to suppress religion, especially if it involved worshipping any kind of male deity. But it soon became apparent that many of the women that now almost exclusively populated the world still needed the spiritual comfort and guidance that religious worship offered. The UGC reasoned that if they could not suppress religious worship, they might as well exploit it. And so the United Global Council established the Church of the Divine Goddess that all women were forced to worship upon pain of severe punishment.

Vallasay's little church, its sole surviving remnant of the pre-plague society, now served as the prison colony's chapel, with regular services for those that wished to attend. Both Jim and Miles decided that they would check it out on a later excursion.

"This place is so beautiful." Miles said as they sat in the shelter of the rocks.

The rocky outcrop formed a shallow cave of sorts, only stretching back five feet or so, but the overhanging rock offered sufficient shelter from the elements to make it the ideal place to sit and contemplate the view. The floor of the little cave was carpeted with layers of dried bracken that made it a little more comfortable to sit - it was clear that others had been here before them.

"I guess compared with the breeding colony anywhere is beautiful." Jim replied, "Colony Theta is such an ugly place, especially now that we know about the ugly things that go on in there."

"Do you suppose the other breeding colonies are like that?" Miles asked as he sat with his partner, "I mean do they kill Copulators at Colony Delta, or Colony Epsilon, or any of the others?"

"I don't know." Jim replied, "Maybe they do, maybe they don't. How can the colony administrators be so inhuman? I mean, to use us as a source for human organs. How can the women that run the place be able to sleep at night knowing that young males are being euthanised... slaughtered, just so that they can make a tidy profit from selling their organs. In four years time poor Kulvinder and all my friends will be killed. In three years time it would've been you!"

"We must be able to do something." Miles said determinedly, "The UGC knows that what's in our heads, what we've seen, is incredibly damaging for them. They know what a danger we are for them, that's why they've sent us here."

"But I don't get it, they could've just killed us." Jim answered, "Why spare us and send us to this place?"

Miles thought for a moment.

"Maybe they believe that by sparing our lives and sending us here we will spend the rest of our lives tortured by the knowledge that we can't do anything to save our friends and free them from the colony." The older boy speculated, "If the women of the world knew what we know, it could potentially spark a revolution. Or at the very least inspire some kind of uprising. But they want us to have to sit here, powerless, naked and unable to act upon what we know. I guess we have to admire the twisted psychology behind this place. I mean, who knows what the other inmates know about what the UGC is up to that could potentially bring its downfall."

"That's why I have to find that blonde male Miles, I'm sure he is important somehow." Jim answered, "And I'm sure he also knows why this place is supposed to be escape-proof even though there doesn't seem to be any form of security apart from at the hoverplane pad."

"We will find him." Miles said as he took Jim's hand, "It's just a matter of time."

He looked into Jim's eyes and his heart soared with desire for the boy. Tiny electric sparks of love suddenly flashed between them and brought them closer and closer together until their lips touched. The softest of kisses soon became a passionate embrace as their tongues entwined in a sinuous oral waltz of love and a sudden primal desire engulfed them. Within moments they were lying on their sides on the layer of matted bracken, touching and softly stroking each other, caressing their soft smooth skin resulting in sudden flushes of goosebumps. Before too long their hands wandered and drifted with a palpable inevitability towards the centre of their masculinities and each boy felt the familiar warmth of approaching engorgement as their members came to life, summoned by the rush of hormones.

Their embrace was silent, wordless save for small gasps and almost imperceptible murmurings. The communication between them was on an instinctive, primal level - each knew what the other was thinking, what the other needed and wanted to do. As their soft caresses drew almost inevitably towards outright lovemaking, Jim rose to his hands and knees, presenting his rear to Miles in a most provocative manner.

"Are you sure?" Miles asked, "In here?"

"After what happened to us yesterday I can think of no better way to say 'fuck you' to the Governor and this place in general." Jim replied as he looked over his shoulder, his tone of voice sufficiently conveying his sudden resolve.

"But I haven't got anything to... you know... makes things easier." Miles said, referring to the dearth of lubrication options in the little cave.

"Well... improvise." Jim answered, "I don't care about pain, I couldn't give a flying fuck if it hurts to high heaven, I just need you inside me now!"

Not knowing what else to do, Miles weighed up what limited options presented themselves. In the end, he simply spat in the palm of his hand and smeared his saliva all over his erection. He hated doing it, not because of the act of using his saliva as a makeshift lubricant, but because that was what she had done in that cold, dank cavern far underground below Colony Theta.

He shuddered that unpleasant memory away and instead rose up onto his knees and positioned himself before Jim's rump. He placed his hands upon the younger boy's beautifully soft and supple buttocks and parted them to reveal his bud-like anus. The little orifice seemed to wink at him as if beckoning him and imploring him to penetrate Jim's inner sanctum.

Jim gasped and gnashed his teeth as he felt a sudden flash of pain as Miles's barely lubricated shaft began to ease itself inside him, invading his body. He gnawed at his clenched fist to try and divert the pain he was feeling away from his behind. But it was a divine sort of pain and a willing invasion - Jim's body welcomed his lover inside him, as though warmly embracing a long-lost loved one or a familiar old friend. Even though they had only started having sex a few weeks earlier, it felt as though they had been doing this forever. Jim had no idea why he had assumed the submissive role in their lovemaking, it just somehow felt natural for him to be the 'bottom' and for Miles to be the 'top'.

Miles began to gently rock his hips back and forth, softly thrusting his pelvis in and out of his lover. Jim moaned and groaned as he felt the older male's tumescence slide in and out of him. His senses went into overdrive, heightened to almost superhuman levels of sensitivity. He could feel every single nerve cell firing messages into his brain. He could feel every square millimetre of Miles's naked skin as it made contact with his. Inside him, he felt every single ridge and band of skin on Miles's penis, and his lover's scrotum softly kissing his behind with each and every thrust.

Jim was so uncertain about many aspects of his life. Uncertain about how he could rescue the friends he had made back in the Fertilisation Sector, and all the other young males that resided within, from the horrific fate that awaited them. Uncertain about what his two best friends Danny and Harry were up to and where they had ended up, or if he would ever see them again. Uncertain about whether the male in his dreams could help him make sense of it all, about how and why the males of the world came to be so oppressed by the United Global Council. But there was one thing of which he was absolutely certain - his undying love for Miles.

Miles brought him such happiness, such joy and euphoria and light into the darkness that surrounded and haunted him. He knew Miles felt exactly the same. Though the physical sensations they shared together during their intimate times were truly life-affirming, there was much, much more to their relationship than sex alone. They had found that they connected with each other in a way neither had ever thought possible, as though in a way they were the same person - they were as one, a unified soul. Indeed, he felt as if all he needed to do was close his eyes and concentrate for a moment and he and Miles would be able to merge their minds and both feel exactly what the other was feeling in a mutual exchange of love and physical passion.
After several minutes, Miles picked up his pace.

"Ahhhh... Hahhhhhh!!" Jim exulted as he felt a rush of intense but gladly received pain in his rear, bringing back into reality from his inner reverie.

Miles began to thrust himself into Jim's body with ever increasing ferocity as he felt himself approaching closer and closer towards his eruption.

Suddenly, he leant forward and wrapped his arms around Jim's torso and hauled them both up into a kneeling position. Jim squealed and panted with a pained expression on his face but Miles knew he wasn't in any way hurting the boy beyond anything he was willing to endure. He pulled him close and let his hands wander across Jim's chest, softly teasing his nipples with one hand and circling his belly button with the other. All the while he thrusted himself into Jim's behind and covered his neck with rapid fire kisses as he climbed closer and closer towards the summit of his desire.

With gnashed teeth and clenched muscles he erupted into his lover. Jim cried and wailed with an exultation of naked joy as he welcomed Miles's spend inside him, feeling its warmth and savouring the blessed lubrication it suddenly afforded between them. Miles grunted and groaned and emitted a guttural roar of naked animalistic pleasure as he came, feeling the excess of his spend begin to drip out from Jim's rectal cavity and dribble down the sensitive skin of his scrotal sac. It had been an orgasm of such intense and climactic joy that the whole world and all its troublesome realities seemed to melt away around him for a brief few and preciously valuable moments.

Eventually however, he came towards a slow, panting halt like an old steam train approaching the buffers at the terminus of a long and arduous cross-country journey. He covered his lover's neck with kisses and whispered hushed words of loving gratitude into his ears. Jim responded by reaching behind him and stroking Miles's cheek, bringing them closer together for a soft post-coital kiss.

Suddenly, Jim let out a stuttering gasp as he felt Miles grasp hold of his straining erection. Miles briefly felt stunned by the heat emitted by his lover's engorgement, as though it were pulsating with a radioactive intensity. He began to stroke Jim's shaft with long but rapid strokes, keen that his lover should not be denied his release for too long. All the while his penis remained steadfastly within the younger boy. He could feel Jim's rectal muscles clenching and gripping his erection as he masturbated the boy he loved more than anything - the boy who brought light into his life amidst the dark times he had been through, and the dark times still undoubtedly to come.

"Nnnnngggghhhh... Mmmmmmmffff... Ooooooohhhh..." Jim moaned and squirmed as Miles stroked his erection, bringing him nearer and nearer towards the cliff edge of orgasmic release.

Jim felt he was in no doubt that when he eventually came it would be an orgasm of such uncharted intensity, that in a bizarre way he felt a little scared of its impending ferocity. All the while, as his hand rapidly rubbed up and down his lover's shaft, Miles covered the boy with kisses. With his free hand he caressed Jim's soft and smooth skin, stroking his chest and teasing his hardened nipples.

"Arrrrrhhhhh... Hohhhhhhhh... Ooooooohhh... NNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHH... MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM... AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... SSSSSHSHHHHHHHHH!!" Jim exulted in a hissing, groaning, panting outburst of intense orgasmic joy.

In Miles's hand, Jim's penis throbbed and the younger male's hips thrust involuntarily. He felt his lover's anal muscles grip and clench around his own member with increased ferocity. And then...

"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

Jim erupted with a final guttural roar, his white hot semen fired out from his engorged penis and spattered onto the wall of the shallow little cave. Subsequent blasts painted the matted bracken on the floor with his sticky greyish-white spend as his whole body shuddered under the onslaught of wave after wave of a powerful multiple male orgasm.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFF... HHHHHHHHAAAAAAAHHHHHH... NNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!!"

Miles could not help but be captivated by the sight, sound and feeling of his lover experiencing the highest heights of male orgasmic intensity, and welled with pride in the knowledge that he was responsible for giving his boyfriend such an intensely enjoyable experience.

As Jim's orgasm finally seemed to ebb away, Miles removed his hand from Jim's still-throbbing penis. He looked at his fingers, coated with Jim's cum and with a sudden impulse he licked them clean, savouring the taste of his boyfriend's offering. Had this been any other boy he would've been repulsed, but this young male was different, this young male was his lover.

Slowly, the younger male eased himself off of Miles's erection. His penis, still fully engorged, slipped out of the boy and slapped wetly against Miles's belly. In an instant, both young males collapsed into a sudden, but soothingly warm embrace of blissful afterglow.

"Miles?" Jim said after several minutes of silence, with only the sound of the wind rustling through the heather and bracken that surrounded the shallow little cave.

"Hmm?" Miles replied.

"Do you think we ever will manage to escape this place?"

"I don't know." The older male replied in all honesty with a sigh.

"When I think about everything that's happened to us since we found out about..."

"Ssshhh..." Miles interrupted soothingly, raising himself up onto his elbow and softly kissing Jim's cheek, "We will find a way off this island. We will find a way to show the world how the Copulators of Colony Theta are being farmed and killed for their organs. We will expose the truth and bring the colony administrators to justice. We will free our friends before it's too late. But right here, right now, let's just enjoy this moment up here. Just you and me, together."

"You're right." Jim sighed in reply. He returned Miles's kiss and within moments they were once again entwined in a warm embrace.

Aquilinus and Antonia

Jim and Miles stepped out from the little cave into the bright afternoon sunshine - they had made love together several more times and both were feeling as though the traumatic events of the previous day were but a distant unpleasant memory. Above them, the blue sky was peppered with fluffy white clouds that scudded across the heavens, driven by the fresh breeze coming off the North Atlantic. Both boys once more marvelled at the sight of the sky, amazed by the infinity of space above them. It was a far cry from looking up at the ceilings of the domes of the breeding colony. The sheer scale of the heavens was both scary and wondrous at the same time, and now that they finally had a chance to fully appreciate it with their own eyes they marvelled at its beauty.

They set out back down the narrow path they had followed earlier and then turned left at the intersection and followed a path that seemed to lead towards the sea, another wonder they had never seen beyond the pages of books and depictions on video screens. Various inmates could be spotted here and there dotted across the low-lying landscape of the island, amongst the heather and bracken that carpeted the land. As the two boys crested over a low hillock they caught their first glimpse of the beach with the sea and the neighbouring much larger island of Harris just beyond.

The sand was a pristine alabaster white and the waters of the shallow bay were a perfect azure blue. For Jim it presented a remarkable facsimile of the beach in his dream, albeit without the dense forest behind. Numerous inmates, every single one completely naked, strolled along the sands or simply sat in small groups.

"How on earth can this place possibly be escape-proof?" Jim commented as he took in the scene, "I mean the neighbouring island is so close, it's literally just over there, anybody could swim across to it if they were determined enough." Now that they were much closer to the neighbouring island, it looked even nearer than when they had seen it from the top of the cliffs earlier that day.

"I don't know." Miles replied as the path suddenly descended. The vegetation changed suddenly from low-growing heather to tall grasses. For the first time in their lives, Jim and Miles found themselves amongst sand dunes.

"There must be some reason why nobody escapes this way." Jim continued, "I mean, why for that matter does everyone have the run of the entire island? There aren't any lookout towers, no surveillance cameras or any armed Guardswomen out here that I can see. What's to stop someone from landing a boat on the beach and helping someone to escape?"

"I wish I knew Jim, I really do." Miles sighed as they weaved between the dunes to find their way towards the shore, "But something tells me there must be a very good reason. I'd love to escape from here as much as you do, but we need to bide our time. We need to learn more about this place; its routines, its security measures... its weaknesses."

"If there are weaknesses they must be hidden pretty damned well!" Jim reflected mournfully.

Finally, they exited the dune system and found themselves on the beach.

"There are worse places to be imprisoned though I guess." Miles continued as they took in the view.

"Yes, I suppose you're..." Jim began.

"Suppose I'm what?" Miles asked, but it was clear Jim's attention was elsewhere.

"Look! It's him!!" Jim said excitedly, pointing in the direction of a small group of people before running off towards them.

Miles immediately set off in pursuit.

"Jim, wait!!"

Running on sand felt decidedly odd compared to more solid ground, he felt himself having to put in extra effort just to move as the sand absorbed the impact of his running feet.

After sprinting for several hundred yards, without once diverting his gaze from the object of his curiosity, Jim finally caught up with what he felt certain was the male from his dreams. He was sat on the sand, a lone male in the company of four women. One of the women Jim recognised as the mystery male's cagemate, but the other three he hadn't seen before.

"Excuse... me..." Jim panted as he came to a halt before the small collective, "This... is... gonna sound a bit... weird... but I keep... dreaming... about you!"

"Dreaming?" The mystery male replied, his bright blonde hair seeming to shine in the bright sunlight, "Dreaming about me??"

"Yes!" Jim gasped, just as Miles caught up and drew alongside him.

"Jim, are you absolutely sure this is him? Perhaps we should..." Miles said, before Jim cut him off.

"I'm positive it's him!!" Jim snapped before turning to face the platinum haired male, "I don't know who you are, or why you seem to be in my dreams, but I have seen you many times. I'd know you anywhere!"

"Who are you?" The blonde haired male enquired. There was something unfamiliar about his accent - he certainly didn't sound like the boys he had grown up with back in Colony Theta.

"Er... sorry, er... I'm Jim. Jim Theta 748994 and this is my partner Miles Theta 113592." Jim answered.

"Well, I'm very pleased to meet you Brothers." The mystery male replied, "I'm Aquilinus"

"Aquilinus?" Miles said in response to the unfamiliar moniker, "What kind of name is that?"

"It's Roman." One of the blonde haired male's companions explained.

"They gave me the name Jackson Alpha 554385, but once I found the Brotherhood and freed myself from the oppressive chains of the UGC I chose a new name. You see, once a male joins our Brotherhood he is free to take any name he chooses. Most of us choose Roman names, mainly because the UGC's computers don't use them when assigning names to baby boys, but also to reflect the name of the Brotherhood."

"Brotherhood?" Jim gasped, this very same male in one of his dreams had said that very word to him: "The Brotherhood is waiting for you Jim... The Brotherhood is waiting..."

"The Brotherhood of the Age of Mars." Aquilinus replied as he drew a symbol in the sand - a circle with an arrow pointing out of it at an angle, "The male resistance movement. For too long the men of this world have been oppressed by the totalitarian thumb of the United Global Council. Our emblem, the symbol of Mars is the ancient symbol of masculinity, and Mars is also the Roman God of war, and we in the Brotherhood have declared war against the UGC's oppression, to free us... all of us, men and women, from the chains of their oppression."

"The women are oppressed too??" Jim remarked in disbelief, "In what way are they oppressed? From the women I've met in my life they don't seem oppressed to me!"

"The UGC oppresses them just as it oppresses us." Aquilinus explained, "It may not be quite as obvious, but it's there. The UGC's drugs and propaganda and its use of mind-control and subliminal messages has brainwashed women to become our oppressors, to change them into something they're not. Women are not naturally inclined to oppress men, no more than men are naturally inclined to be subservient second-class citizens."

"You keep using this word, men." Miles queried, "What are men??"

"Well, you and your friend are." Aquilinus replied, "It's the ancient word for a male adult human. The female is a woman, the male is a man. I'm a man... You're a man. The three of us males here, we're all men. And the UGC, and the Sisters of Salinas before them, have been waging war upon us and enslaving us for generations under their twisted philosophy of female supremacy."

"We believe that everyone, man or woman, should be equal under the law and treated equally as human beings first and foremost." Added Aquilinus' companion.

"This is Brother Antonia." Aquilinus said, introducing the woman sat by his side, "She's my partner. See what I said there? She's my partner, not my mistress or my owner, she's my partner. In our relationship we are equals - that's the way it's supposed to be."

"Brother Antonia?" Jim exclaimed with a raised eyebrow, "How can she be a brother? She's a woman!"

"All those women who are members of our movement can assume the status of a Brother if they so wish." Aquilinus explained, "We don't force the title of Brother upon them if they do not wish to be known as such, but most of our female supporters do."

Antonia introduced the other two women in the group.

"This here is Sister Caitlyn and Sister Hazel, they are from the Sisterhood of the Empty Cradle."

"Empty Cradle?" Miles enquired.

"We are a movement that is allied to the Brotherhood of Mars's cause." Caitlyn explained, "We are a movement of mothers whose sons, our precious baby boys, were taken from us."

"I had twins." Hazel added, "A girl and a boy. I never even got to see his face, they took him from me as soon as he was born. They just said "this one's a boy" and then took him away. His sister, my daughter, is in Colony Theta right now, being forced to mate with a male and to carry his child. If she too has a son they'll take him from her as well."

"We believe that boys should be every bit as precious as girls." Caitlyn continued, "That boys deserve to grow up with their mothers and their fathers in a free world."

"But how can that be?" Jim said as he and Miles sat down on the sand, "I mean, the Andrasta Plague is still out there. Boys need to be kept safe from it inside the breeding colonies otherwise they'll die within hours! And the only vaccine from it makes us infertile, that's why males need to be kept inside until they can be tested to see if they are suitable for breeding."

"The Andrasta Vaccine is a lie!" Aquilinus interjected, "The plague still being in the environment is true, our movement's best scientists have confirmed it, but the vaccine causing sterility on the other hand is a monumental falsehood."

"It... what??" Jim gasped.

"The UGC uses the 'vaccine' to control the population." Antonia took over, "Until a boy is vaccinated he is at risk from the plague. But once he is vaccinated he will be safe from it for the rest of his life. But at the same time that the vaccine is administered, a second drug is injected - a spermatogenesis inhibitor."

"It stops a man's testes from functioning properly, preventing him from producing viable sperm." Aquilinus continued, "The inhibitor only lasts for around five years before its effect begins to wear off and his testes begin to produce viable sperm once again. To make sure that men stay infertile the UGC routinely sends out Enforcer patrols to test males at random to check whether they are still infertile. They test men every two years. They literally accost them in the streets, force them to produce a sperm sample, sometimes in the most humiliating manner, and then test it to see if they need another dose of the inhibitor and thus guarantee their infertility for at least another five years."

"Why?" Miles asked, "I mean, why go to all that trouble? If the vaccine doesn't cause sterility, why keep boys locked away inside these huge breeding colonies?"

"Well, what better way is there to control a population?" Aquilinus replied, "What better way to spread fear among the people. What better way to indoctrinate them from the very start of their lives? The UGC uses subliminal messaging and promotes a culture of mistrust in order to cling onto power. If the boys of Colony Theta, and from all the other breeding colonies were allowed to run free, the UGC would lose the control it so desperately wants to keep hold of."

"We're all here because of what we know." Antonia said, "And if the information we possess was to be released to the public it could ultimately bring down the United Global Council."

"I don't understand it though." Jim exclaimed, "Why can't you escape? The mainland is just over there for pity's sake! Why the fuck have you not even bothered to try?!?" He pointed across to the opposite side of the narrow channel.

"They obviously never told you how this place is apparently escape-proof did they." Antonia said with a dry smirk, "As much as we despise the forces of the UGC, we can't help but admire their warped ingenuity."

"The treacherous currents and tides notwithstanding, it's all to do with the chip they inserted into your neck." Aquilinus explained, pointing towards a tiny scar at the nape of his neck.

"They insert identification chips in the necks of all boys that leave the colony, but the ones they insert here are a bit different." Antonia added.

"Different? How?" Miles asked, stroking the back of his own neck as he spoke.

"Well, for one thing they implant them into women inmates as well as the men, but mainly because of what they contain."

"What do they contain?" Jim asked with a sinking feeling that he wouldn't like the answer.

"A tiny explosive charge." Aquilinus said, "It's microscopic but extremely volatile. If it were to go off in your hand the worst that would happen is feeling as though you've been stung by a wasp. But where it's located, right here in your neck where your spinal column is at its closest to the skin, makes it a deadly deterrent to escape."

"The whole island, and every single chip in every single inmate is constantly monitored via a satellite in a geostationary orbit directly over the island." Caitlyn took over, "If you tried to swim out there too far the satellite detects it and activates the chip's execution circuit. The detonator inside the chip starts a 30 second countdown, if you don't start heading back towards the shore, BANG!"

"It will kill you. Instantaneously" Aquilinus said, "That's why it's impossible to escape from here."
"Holy shit!" Miles gasped in disbelief.

"See what we mean?" Aquilinus continued, "An elegant solution that maintains control of the island's inmates whilst simultaneously torturing them with a tantalising glimpse of freedom, so close and yet so far."

A brief pause of silence ensued whist the group cast their gaze across to the other side of the channel.

"So, what brings the two of you here?" Aquilinus queried after a short while, "Pissed off a battalion of Enforcers or something?"

"Not exactly." Jim answered, "We discovered something about Colony Theta. Something... something truly disturbing."

"Disturbing?" Antonia replied, "How do you mean?"

"We were Copulators." Jim explained, to accentuate his statement he rose to his knees, turned and showed Aquilinus and his comrades the tattooed marking on his behind, "While we were in there Miles and I were assigned to a work duty in the Fertilisation Sector's administration section. We spent days in the data transfer suite, working at terminals moving information between sectors. Except one day we stumbled across what looked like a hidden server."

"It was protected by a very secure password." Miles took over, "Jim and I managed to piece together a program that could decode the password and give us access. We didn't know exactly what to expect, for all we knew it could've just been boring staff rosters or something, but what it was turned out to be absolutely sickening."

"To begin with, we discovered that the colony administrators keep records of exactly which Copulators sired children with each individual woman in the mating zones." Jim continued, "They know exactly who our parents are, they just withhold the information."

"In the mating suites, we were told that we could not say anything about ourselves other than our first name and we could only talk about certain things. Any talk about the outside world was forbidden." Miles explained, "The mating suites are constantly monitored to ensure that women don't give away too much about the outside world and that the Copulator doesn't reveal his number to the woman he is mating with, presumably in case she decides in future to try and trace him."

"So that their future owner doesn't get surprised to find a woman with a little girl on her doorstep one morning demanding to see the child's father I suppose." Caitlin speculated.

"I thought all former Copulators from Colony Theta were exported to the Far East as domestic servants." Antonia added.

"That's obviously what they want us to think." Aquilinus said speculatively, "Am I right?"

"Next to each record of every single discharged Copulator was a date which coincided with their 23rd birthday." Jim continued, "And next to that was a single word: Harvested."

"Harvested?" Hazel said.

"When Copulators in Colony Theta turn 23, after serving their five years in the Fertilisation Sector, they are taken to what they think is an airlock that leads to the outside world." Jim explained.

Suddenly, Aquilinus's face went as white as a sheet.

"Except, it isn't an airlock." He speculated.

"It's a gas chamber." Miles confirmed, "The Copulators are all euthanised."

"Why??" Antonia asked in sickened astonishment.

"To harvest them." Jim answered flatly, "To harvest them of their organs."

"Oh my holy Goddess!" Caitlin gasped.

"They harvest all their internal organs for transplantation and sell them to hospitals and then what little is left of the 'donor' is simply incinerated." Miles explained.

"And you found all this out from the internal servers?" Aquilinus asked.

"Not entirely." Jim replied, "We were caught before we could get very far into the server network."

"Then how do you know all this?" Antonia enquired.

"We were caught by a particularly unpleasant and sadistic officer called Ethel Harman." Jim replied sourly, "She caught us in the act and then took us down into the old mine workings far underground below the colony. She... she explained everything to us. And then she... she... tortured us."

Miles cast his eyes down at the sand, still to ashamed to voice what she had done to him.

"Tortured you?!?" Hazel gasped.

"I guess she figured on just killing us once she had finished with us, but I guess the colony director got wind of everything and demanded we be taken up to the brig instead." Jim explained, "She explained that the UGC had ordered us to be sent here forevermore."

"Ethel Harman you say?" Aquilinus asked.

"That's right." Jim answered, "Do you... do you know her?"

"I know of her." Aquilinus replied, "Or more specifically, the Brotherhood knows of her."

"She's a CC agent." Antonia explained, "Correctness Corps."

"Correctness Corps?" Miles replied in bewilderment.

"The UGC's secret police." Aquilinus answered, "A worldwide network of informants and backstabbing lowlife scumbags that ensure the women of the world toe the UGC's party line. Their brief is to 'enforce correctness of political thought via blackmail, extortion and force', it's possible that she had access to salacious information about just about every woman in Colony Theta."

"That would explain why they didn't sack her!" Jim gasped as a sudden realisation too hold.

"Sack her?" Caitlin enquired, "Sack her for what?"

"She abused a friend of mine, a boy named Kulvinder." Jim replied, "She beat his backside savagely and then urinated on him. It all becomes clear now... she knew she'd ultimately get away with it!"

"Goddess knows what she might be up to right now!" Miles gasped in disbelief, "She might be abusing some poor boy right at this minute!"

"Knowledge is power, as they say." Aquilinus said flatly, "Harman possesses knowledge and she uses it to get what she wants. But the knowledge you have could be far more powerful!"

"And destructive." Antonia added.

"It could help bring the whole UGC down if the world knew what's been going on in Colony Theta." Hazel took over, "And whatever else goes on in the other breeding colonies."

"Brothers and Sisters, it's as though we have all been brought here together by some mystical force." Aquilinus announced, "Somehow we have found each other, bringing the incendiary knowledge we all have together into one place - a perfect powder keg of knowledge that could destroy the United Global Council once and for all and free humanity from the UGC's oppressive grasp. We must show the women of the world how we are meant to treat each other. We must guide the men to freedom and liberty, so that no longer will they be possessions or sexual playthings."

Aquilinus stood up and turned to address the small group.

"Brothers and Sisters I can promise you nothing, but together we can bring down the UGC and restore freedom to my brothers and sisters, to show the world how things once were and how they could be again,"

He turned to face the narrow channel.

"All we have to do is find a way across."

Epilogue - Three Journeys

"Coming, My Mistress." Danny said obediently as Rebecca stood by the entrance to her riding room.

You will be coming, Rebecca chortled to herself, but not before I do! It had been a particularly stressful day in the office, an important transatlantic contract had suffered a setback and the ensuing fallout had taken hours of negotiations to put right. Right now, she needed her male to perform for her, to service her with his body and deliver her an orgasm that would help to take her mind of the stress and strain of such a testing day.

Danny came and stood before her and bowed his head politely. She knelt before him and unlocked the chastiser that encased his penis. He gasped a sigh of grateful release as his penis was freed from its ornately decorated prison.

"You wish to ride me My Mistress?" Danny enquired.

"Yes Danny." Rebecca replied as she guided him inside the room, "I know tonight is Eve's turn to use you but I need you to service me now."

"As you wish, My Mistress." Danny replied.

He laid himself back on the riding bench as he had done so many times in the year since his discharge from Colony Theta, and stretched his arms and legs out towards the automatic straps that would tie him down submissively in a matter of seconds. Rebecca slipped off her smart black shoes and unfastened her belt. In a matter of moments she took down her trousers and her underwear and mounted the riding bench, straddling the now helplessly restrained boy.

As his mistress took hold of his penis and coaxed it into engorging for her to sate her needs, Danny reflected upon his life over his first year in the outside world. On the one hand he felt despair at how he and his fellow males were treated - as mere sexual playthings or possessions and he longed for freedom. But on the other hand he felt lucky - he had a mistress who loved him and cared for his welfare. She allowed him to have a job and paid for him to visit spas and beauty parlours and indulge his newfound love of fashion. Her twin daughters looked out for him also and over time he had come to regard them almost as though they were the sisters he had never had. He enjoyed serving them all even though it was often not through choice. He knew there were males out there who had things a lot worse than he did.

And yet still he longed for real freedom. He wanted the freedom to have sex with Rebecca, and with Eve and Virginia too, not because he had to but because he wanted to. And he wanted the freedom to say 'no' to them if he wasn't in the mood for sex. Being able to say that simple two letter word meant more to him than any of his mistresses could ever know.

At least he had discovered that out there, somewhere, there was someone fighting for his freedom.

Harry looked out across the gardens opposite Bloomsbury House from his private quarters. He had his eye on the ancient oak tree, looking out for details of his next mission for the Brotherhood to be placed within the hollow in its mighty trunk. Since the assassination of the Maison Service's chief executive, the UGC had promoted Mrs O'Neill, Bloomsbury House's former Chief Warden, to be her replacement. The Maison he called home was now under the stewardship of Miranda Longthorne, the former chief escorter.

Her rule of Bloomsbury House was fair, but very firm - only the previous week, one of Harry's former roommates Sanjay had been punished for receiving a poor review following a session with a client who appreciated his exotic Asian appearance and had expected more from him than he could deliver at the time. She looked as though she was actually enjoying herself as she spanked his bare behind before the gathered audience of fellow Consorts.

If a member of the Brotherhood dropped something in the oak tree's hollow for him, he would have to wait before he retrieved it - he had a client to serve, and she would be here any minute.

He thought back to the events that had brought him to where he was now. About his days in the Consorts training centre where he learnt his craft, about his rescue of Agnes Smith and his public deflowering and the exhausting session that had followed his virginity being taken from him. He thought back to Matthew, the male kept as though he was some kind of pet by his mistress. A mistress who even forbade him the common decency of being allowed to wear clothes. He remembered his daring mission to obtain information about the Maison Service's chief executive and the shock of his discovery when he found out what the information he had retrieved had been used for.

So much had happened, and so much lay ahead. At least he had discovered love, and his mind was flooded with the warm memory of his visit to Madeline's house in Greenwich and of their stolen moments together at Kings Cross station where she worked on the left luggage desk as a cover for her duties as a Brotherhood of Mars agent.

Suddenly there was a knock at his door. He slipped off his clothes and then stepped over and opened the door. As he had done so many times now, he took a couple of steps back and sat cross-legged on the floor with his hands facing palm-up. It was time once again to go to work. He bowed his head before his client and spoke the now all too familiar line.

"I am your most humble and obedient Consort, Mistress. I am yours to use as you wish and I shall honour you by giving of myself until you are satisfied."

Jim curled up with Miles in his bed in their cage. There was only just enough room for the two of them in the single bed but he didn't care about any discomfort. So many revelations, so much for his mind to process, so little time to try and save his fellow Copulators from the fate that awaited them. At least he had found Aquilinus, the male who had haunted his dreams. At least now he had some answers. But above all these things, he had found love.

He thanked the Goddess for Ellen, the Fertilisation Sector Counsellor, who had introduced him to the boy he was now curled up against, for he knew he would be trapped in a spiral of despair if he didn't have the comforting presence of Miles to share his life with. He was fearful of what lay ahead, but at the same time optimistic. If what Aquilinus had prophesied came to pass, then maybe there was a prospect of freedom.

He knew he wanted to escape this island prison; he had found a way to uncover the truth about Colony Theta and he was sure he would find a way off Vallasay and hopefully find and join the Brotherhood of Mars. The road ahead was long and uncertain, but he knew he wanted to be a part of the movement for freedom.

His mind wandered back to all the women he had been forced to mate with, most of whom presumably had given birth to his children or were pregnant at that very moment. He hoped the future for them would be different than the present he was living in. He hoped his children could one day grow up and play and learn together out in the open instead of separated by the sterile domes of Colony Theta. There was so much to hope for, so much to dream for.

So much to fight for.

So much to die for if necessary, for Jim knew he would be more than willing to sacrifice himself for the cause of freedom.

As the moonlight cast shadows of the steel bars that surrounded them, Jim kissed his lover on the cheek and then fell into a contented sleep.

Three boys of Colony Theta were stood on the threshold of three separate but ultimately connected journeys. For Danny, his discovery that out there somewhere, was a movement that promised to free him from his life of sexual and domestic servitude, brought him comfort and optimism. For Harry, becoming a member and an agent of the Brotherhood of the Age of Mars gave him a sense of excitement and purpose in the face of a life of drudgery as a government-owned prostitute. For Jim, his discoveries had shed light on the horrors of Colony Theta's dark trade in human organs, that had seen him imprisoned on Vallasay. But the darkness in his life was balanced by the light of love and companionship he had with Miles.

The past twelve months had changed them all in the most profound ways. Would they ever be reunited in Trafalgar Square? Would the Brotherhood of the Age of Mars successfully incite a revolution to free all males from their status as second-class citizens? Would the UGC be defeated? The only certainty was uncertainty and only time would reveal the answers.

To be continued...

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Jan 14, 2018 in femdom

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