I had absolute faith in our Leader. Yes, our friends and allies through the world had fallen as the evil forces of "democracy" and "freedom" had one by one toppled the bastions of strongman rule. First Russia, then Britain and the rest of Europe went down. Our Leader had called for a day of mourning when the Orban government in Hungary fell, but that was not surprising, as our Leader's brother had been a close personal friend of Orban and they frequently advised each other politically. China held out for longer, but once they fell, North Korea didn't have a chance. Before the Kims could even make plans, the troops of the enemy had swarmed in over the Chinese border and within hours, the Kims were history - captured and publicly executed. It was like watching the fall of Ceaucescu in Romania - a lesson we had all been indoctrinated with in history class, to make sure that never happened to us or our Leader.
The African countries were the next to fall. South Africa had fallen several decades ago but some of the smaller countries still had strong leadership, not that wimpy "democracy" nonsense. But like a wave, the sweep of that "freedom" bullshit eliminated the strength left on the continent. Australia was easy pickings - an isolated, desert country where the entire population lived within about a mile of the shore, as that was the only place water was available. Except for that one town in the interior, at the lone oasis in the middle of the country. Alice Ring or something like that - we never focused much on Australia in school even when they were part of the strong government club. Then the war started coming towards us - various countries in South America were infected by the "democracy" propaganda and weakened before falling. When Brazil fell, I started to get worried. Soon we were the lone country left that still had the strength to hold out against the nonsense of "freedom". Our Leader gave a rousing speech about us being the last bastion of sanity in the world and how we HAD to survive or humanity was doomed. We were inspired, and succeeded in holding off the invaders. We heard they were frustrated and going to try a new tactic.
Some of the enemy's drones flashed around us overhead. That couldn't possibly be the new tactic, could it? Drones were nothing new under the sun. We figured they were reporting back our positions to the enemy commanders. Not that it mattered - our positions were the same as they were a month ago. They knew where we were, and hadn't been able to budge us.
What was that funny hissing sound? I looked around to see which vehicle's tires had sprung a leak, but saw nothing. And why was I suddenly tired? My eyes seemed to slam shut on their own...
*
"Hello."
I slowly came awake. An enemy major was standing in front of me. I realized I was chained to a wall.
The major activated a television and I saw the unthinkable. Enemy troops had seized our capital and our government centers and our Leader had been executed. The shock of it seemed to break my brain.
"Our new tactic was sleeping-gas."
That explained everything.
"Anyway, moving on. Your government was the last holdout. Now that they're gone, everyone on earth has joined with our world government, whose first action was to permanently criminalize your form of government. Because our leaders are nice, we'll give you a choice. You can have me kill you. Many members of your army have chosen this option, as it allows them to, in their own words, die with honor. Or you can volunteer to participate in a sexual experiment one of our female scientists is performing. If you choose that option, you will live your full allotted natural lifespan. There's no time limit to decide, but until you do, you will remain chained to the wall. If you want me to leave and come back after you've had a chance to think, I can return in an hour if you'd like."
"That won't be necessary," I said. "I choose the experiment."
My life was over either way, but some primitive urge in me wanted to survive.
"Very well." The major drew a syringe from his pocket. "I will now render you unconscious. When you awaken, you will be ready to participate in the experiment."
"Yes, Major."
The needle touched my neck. The substance in it was injected into my carotid artery, and I again fell unconscious.
*
"Good morning, Subject 58563."
I blinked my eyes open. I was now naked and in what looked like a sex dungeon. There were two surgical scars on my body that hadn't been there before. My arms were drawn behind me and cuffed, with very comfortable padded handcuffs. There was a tube coming from the ceiling that was inserted into the back of my neck. And a tube going from my left thigh down into the floor. I was standing upright and apparently free to move. I took a couple of tentative steps.
"What are these tubes?" I asked the brunette woman in front of me. She was also naked, and holding a clipboard. She was about five-foot-seven (so three inches shorter than me), of slender build, with a chest that fit her frame (probably between a B and a C cup) and a shaved pussy. All my hair, both face and body, had been removed.
"We emptied and inactivated your digestive system, so the tube in your neck is how you get the nutrients and fluids you need to survive. The tube in your thigh drains the liquids from your bladder. By the way, I am Michelle, your assigned tester. When you are not being tested, you will be rendered unconscious, so that you don't get bored. And before we wake you, we will fully clean your body."
"I... see."
"Let us proceed with the testing. And by the way, since I know you're wondering, I'm four years, eight months and ten days older than you. I don't look it, do I?"
That made her 28 years, 3 months and 2 days old.
"You look about 18 or 19. I'm ready for the tests to begin."
Michelle's first action was to stroke my cock to full hardness. She then took out a ruler and measured its length, followed by a tape measure to measure its thickness.
"Length, seven and 5/16 inches. Thickness while fully erect, 2 and 3/8 inches in circumference." She made some notes on the clipboard. "How long has it been since you last orgasmed?"
I paused to think. I hadn't had time for sex in several months. The last time I visited a soldier's brothel was before the war hit our country directly...
"I last got release on March 4th."
She added a note to the clipboard. "Subject claims his last release was 96 days ago," she intoned.
Had it really been that long?
"Have you ever had your prostate stimulated while having sex?"
I shook my head. "Our Leader taught us that only pansies enjoy having their asses reamed."
She made an additional note on the clipboard. "Meanwhile, he had his mistress peg him twice a day. You didn't know?"
What?
"You lie!"
She shook her head. "We found the tapes in his safe when we took the capitol building."
I muttered a few select curse words under my breath.
