This is a sequel to a previous story of mine called Civic Experiment. It will show the world with new slavery laws through the eyes of the various people around a small town. It will continue Tyler's story from Civic Experiment.
Thank you for reading.
Rob
Rob is 24, has curly black hair, green eyes and is 5 foot ten. He has broad shoulders and abs with the perfect V line. He is very pale for someone who spends so much time at the beach. He is gay and open about it although he doesn't get with too many guys.
Rob has been travelling through America for the last eighteen months. He has experienced so much that he never thought possible. He expected to see the diverse cultures, the beautiful scenery but never expected to see a rebellion that would change the entire landscape of a nation and the entire world.
The rebellion saw a president overthrown and a new leader put in place. All but one of the 50 states fell. The new leader, President Hicks, radically changed the laws of the land. The most notable change was the reintroduction of slavery called the Sampson Slavery Laws.
I still remember the days after the fighting stopped, Rob thought to himself. The losing side, those that were taken prisoner and those that surrendered peacefully where marched through the streets naked. The humiliation was written across their faces.
The men in their early twenties where collared. A chain connected to their collar was attached to the back of the collar of the slave in front of them. Their dicks now caged had a similar chain that connected to a butt plug of the naked man in front of them.
Their hands where in cuffs that connected to either side of the collar. This kept their hands raised which prevented any attempt to hide their modesty. Their feet were trapped inside a leg spreader which made the 5 mile walk slow and tedious adding to their humiliation.
The crowd of people that watched their march cheered and jeered the naked slaves. Some threw rotten fruit at them aiming for their most sensitive areas. The slaves were not gagged so they spent most of the march begging for freedom. This made them sound even more pathetic.
All the slaves where aged less than thirty. The older men of the defeated side had been sent to prison. It was deemed they were too old to be tamed and would likely attempt a rebellion if allowed in public.
I was secretly jealous of the slaves. I always had a kinky submissive side and loved humiliation. The porn I watched always cantered on BDSM. I loved watching young twinks being tied up and embarrassed in front of superior men.
My phone beeped bringing me out of my thoughts. It was a message from my friend Joe.
'Hey man, want to come over and have some beers its being ages since we hung out and I think Carl has finally forgiven you, LOL'.
Reading the message made me so happy. I hadn't seen the guys in months ever since my stupid prank on Carl. Joe, Carl and Pat all lived together and we used to hang out every day that was until I humiliated Carl in front of his crush and all her friends.
We were surfing one day me Carl, Pat and Joe. After we got out Carl was changing, he had a towel wrapped around him as he spoke to some girls from the hostel we used to stay at. There was about ten of them and I had the bright idea to pull Carl's towel from him exposing him to the crowd of girls.
I can't explain why I did it. It's as if I saw the opportunity and couldn't stop myself. It was like an out of body experience. I must admit though I did enjoy seeing Carls naked smooth body. He is slim and toned and has the cutest bubble butt I've ever seen.
Carl turned bright red as all the girls laughed at him. He was fresh out of the cold sea which didn't help the size of his dick that was presented to the girls. His crush never spoke to him again and Carl hasn't spoken to me since. I have felt so guilty ever since.
To be honest I have always been a bit mean to Carl. It's not that I don't like him it's because I really do. I have fancied Carl since I first met him. It's true what they say if someone is being mean to you it means they might secretly like you.
Carl has the most perfect lean body, nicely tanned and toned. Like Pat he has blonde hair but unlike Pats his is short and natural. His blue eyes are piercing. I find it difficult to make eye contact with him. His best feature which I try to hide my glances are his feet so beautiful.
Pat has long wavy blonde hair. He has freckles and slender nose. He is 21 and Australian. He Has that golden tan that lots of Australians have. His body is almost all muscle. His chest is solid and his legs and arms are thick.
Joe has long straight brown hair. He is also 21. He is 6ft. The tallest of the three friends.
I quickly replied to the message telling them I'll be over soon asking if they need anything. I'm broke at the moment so was hoping they didn't and was relieved when they replied just bring you and your great jokes. I was so excited I practically ran to their place.
I knew that this may be one of my last chances to hang out with the guys. Their Visa is to expire in a few weeks, and they would be forced to return home. This will make me sad. The guys have tried every avenue to become permanent residents but were unsuccessful.
I had always been jealous of the house they lived in. It is two stories with a massive basement underneath in a gated community. Although I secretly knew when they left, I would have a great chance to snap it up and for a very reasonable price. I had already made enquiries.
It wasn't just the house I was jealous of but the three guys in general. To be honest the jealousy stemmed from the fact that I was almost in love with them. They were all very hot and very popular. I felt honoured every time I got to hang out with them.
I felt a bit nervous seeing Carl. I mean I had humiliated him and exposed in front of a group of people. I knew I had ruined his chances with the girl and he had every right to be angry with me. Then there was me being mean to him. I wish I never was but I couldn't take back the past.
'Hi Rob' Joe said as he answered the door. Joe was always the nicest of the group and probably the one I got on with the most. I said Hi back and greeted Pat and for reasons I don't know I guess it was just habit I was mean once again to Carl.
'Hey micro dick' I said feeling instant regret. Carl just smiled but the anger in his eyes was obvious. I thought about apologising but didn't. Things relaxed after that and we had fun drinking beers and playing play station. That was until I started to get tipsy and once again was mean to Carl.
'So Carl how can you even do anything with that dick of yours' I taunted. Carl looked at Pat and Joe who just nodded at him. I saw Carls lips curl into a subtle grin. He put down the controller of his play station and just stared at me.
'If you keep this up you will regret it. Seriously don't make me hurt you' he said. I burst out laughing.
I'll regret what Carl you must weigh 50 pounds less than me. You are small all over. You are taking the piss if you think you could hurt me' why did I say this to someone I liked so much. This was playground stuff being mean to the person you like.
Carl had enough and lunged at me taking me of my feet. He completely took me by surprise and before I knew it he had me pinned down. My arms where stuck behind my back and he had his knees straddling my shoulders pinning them down.
I tried to struggle but it was useless. He had the leverage and with my hands trapped under my body there was no way out. Carl looked pissed I guess I had pushed him too far. He leaned over me with fire in his eyes. Joe and Pat were snickering at my predicament.
'I'm sick of you always pushing me. Well, you have pushed me too far this time and now you are going to suffer' Carl said while slapping my face.
'How do you like that bitch? Weird that someone so small can dominate you so easily' I must admit Carl was a lot stronger than I ever anticipated. I literally couldn't move let alone defend myself against the relentless slaps to my face. I felt so humiliated.
'Say you're sorry and this will end now' Carl said almost pleading with me. I felt humiliated but my pride took over or my foolishness whichever one I'm not sure.
'Fuck you!' I screamed a bit of spit escaping my mouth and landing on Carl's chest.
'Did he just spit on you Carl' Pat said. Pat had always been a bit cold with me and at this moment I wondered if any of them were ever my friends. I did spit on Carl but it was an accident. It was as clear as day but Pat was winding Carl up to make it seem worse than it was.
Carl leaned over me and dropped a long line of spit on to my face. I tried to move my face but there was no way of stopping his spit from hitting me. He then spat again and again until my face was completely covered in his spit. I tried again to break free but it was futile.
'OK... OK I'm sorry, I'm sorry' I said begging his pardon and an end to this degradation. Judging from his body language it was too little too late.
'I don't believe you. Prove it to me and my tiny dick if you are really sorry'. He said while moving up on my chest. His crotch was now inches away from my face.
'Kiss it' he ordered. I couldn't believe what I just heard. He wants me to kiss his crotch. There was no way I'll do that. I shook my head to show my defiance which didn't go down well with Carl. He slapped me again and treated me to another volley of spit. My face was soaking once again.
I was wearing a singlet, board shorts and flips flops. The fashion for the small surf town we lived in. Carl ripped open my singlet exposing my bare chest. I can't believe he has just ripped open one of my favourite tops. He traced his fingers down to my nipples and started to twist.
The pain was intense, as he twisted and pinched my sensitive nipples. I was trying to fight the pain and not submit but it was getting harder and harder to resist. Despite the humiliation I could feel my dick grow in my shorts which essentially was now the only clothing I had on.
'OK, OK you win' I screamed out. This did nothing to stop the torture. He isn't going to let me up until I do it. I leaned forward as far as I could burying my face in his crotch and kissed it as quickly as I could. The pain continued for a few minutes before eventually he relented the nipple torture.
I was still lying there with Carl's weight pinning me down. The pain was starting to subside but the humiliation I felt was immense. My dick is still rock hard as one of my three crushes crotch is still inches away from my face.
