***TRIGGER WARNING***
This story is about non-consensual gay BDSM and forced transgenderism. It contains non-consensual slavery, abduction, forced drug consumption, forced sex, and highly offensive language in a fictional setting. If any of these concepts do not sit well with you, please read no further. I do not condone actual non-consensual sex, and these elements are used in a purely fictional erotic fantasy.
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The year is 2093. The world's population has shifted drastically. Men now make up approximately 82% of the population. Because of the drastic lack of supply, females are highly desired. So highly desired, it is beginning to destabilize society. Criminal enterprise activity rises drastically as kidnapping and slavery rings have sprung up in every corner of the globe with aggravated violence coming in tow.
All over the world, it seemed to be the same issue: Women. Nations have never been more tense and the threat to an average women's safety has gone up frighteningly in most countries where it wasn't previously even a slight concern. In the current year, it was a regular risk for a woman to walk down a common street in broad daylight without a man to protect her. Top leaders from around the world met to discuss a solution.
You see, the decrease in female population count had not brought a logically retractive effect on popular culture. Femininity was more celebrated, desired, craved, and idolized than ever in history. It was a common occurrence to see a busy city street with only men occupying it. Women and femininity were highly sought rarities.
Naturally, there were an abundance of men instinctually craving to conquer femininity, as was the root of the world's present issues. But the drastic population change brought with it all types of men. Different builds, different minds, different desires.
The doctors, psychologists, and behavioral scientists broke it down quite technically to the government officials, going into deep and lengthy explanations on instincts and genetics. The human chemistry and all that. Long story short, the plan was ultimately to introduce more feminine creatures to sate the over-bearing "alpha" males that society had become overridden with.
Cloning technology was still not readily to the point of stably and efficiently creating humans in test tubes. AI and Robotics had also taken a drastic social pause as the focus of those industries turned solely to war and defense in the recent decades.
As far more males were in existence, so too the homosexual count increased as well as the effectivity and strength of their movements. Plus, transgenderism was on the rise with the decline in women. Transgender drugs and HRT had received a fair amount of quality research and development as a result. The solution presented itself quite clearly albeit frank and perverted.
The scientists and doctors proposed targeting what they defined as "beta" males, or males that could be made easily subservient with only external physical conditioning, let alone a cocktail of feminine hormones forced into their system.
Being a matter of world stability, the governments went into agreement to share and utilize each other's information agencies. It's amazing how easy it was to find ideal candidates for such a concept once personal information privacy was completely disregarded. Traffic cameras and cell phones were tapped at a whim, people were unjustly stalked and monitored by government resources. A list of candidates in most well-developed countries grew quickly.
Some government officials took the decision harshly. Afterall the solution was still a brutally inhumane one that relied fundamentally on forced slavery and aggressive abductions of immediately unwilling candidates. There was an even further horrific plan being set in place that essentially legalized the manufacture of male sex slaves.
But the alternative was to allow the powder keg that the world had become to keep burning until it finally explodes causing global societal collapse. For the good of the world and humankind, it had been thoroughly agreed that a properly researched selection of males must be forcibly altered into femininity.
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Tommy moaned, opening his eyes slowly. Everything was fuzzy, his head was spinning. He was laying back-down on unpleasantly cool metal, chilling his whole body. As his eyes focused, it took him a minute to realize he was wearing some type of hood or bag over his head. As he attempted to reach and move it, he was told promptly with a loud metallic clank that it was not his own lack of muscle preventing him from moving his arms.
Tight hinged police handcuffs dug into his wrists, expelling a pathetic whimper from Tommy as he fought them. His arms were fixed above his head and his hands were snuggled up with the fastening point built into the floor that the handcuffs attached to. He wobbled his hands, meagerly fondling the large padlock that sealed him to the floor.
He tried his feet finding his ankles to be, seemingly, in a similar type of bondage with the same type of cuffs.
"What the hell..." Tommy mumbled softly.
Tommy's voice came out raspy, yet unfamiliarly soft. His throat and mouth were dry. Reality was still very slowly creeping back to him. The last thing he remembered was heading home from his yoga class. He ran the situation he last remembered in his head over and over again as his mental faculties slowly returned. He remembered leaving the yoga studio and making it 5 of the 7 blocks home, but then, nothing. He found it impossible to match his last memories to his current predicament. No struggle, no handcuffs, no ankle cuffs, no cold metal floor, no bag over his head, no invisible force dragging him into this nightmare. Just total freedom to walk home where he had planned his favorite vegan meal and a nice warm bath after his pleasant yoga session.
Tommy could feel the hood held in place around his head by something. Probably a chain, by the way it was making noise on the metal surface he laid on. He moved his head side to side a few times. That motion seemed to activate bodily nerves and he realized he was shirtless. The activation wave flowed through his nerves almost like shaking a limb enduring paresthesia. A few moments later Tommy was keen to the fact he was fully naked, except for some type of unusual weight on his small male genitalia.
Tommy began to squirm, testing his bondage out of concern. His ankles and wrists made pitiful rattles as he fought the just-too-tight cuffs locking him to his metal surroundings. He struggled for a few moments, jingling like some slutty battery-powered Christmas decoration.
A metal door slid open from somewhere in front of Tommy's arms. Heavy boots climbed up a few steps, shaking the evident vehicle that was Tommy's impromptu prison cell. With the introduction of the new visceral sensations, the image of a package delivery truck came into his mind immediately. He remembered an ordinary interaction last week with a UPS delivery man and began to shiver at how he was in such an incredibly different situation now.
He was laying in the back-storage area of such a vehicle with his legs pointing towards the back and his arms pointing up front. Stretched out on display like a sexy piece of taffy tugged on and ready to be devoured.
His captor's boots stomped commandingly over to Tommy's body, snapping him back to reality.
"Drugs wore off, ay, you little pathetic faggot?" A stern voice barked down at him as the boots came to an aggressive halt beside his body, causing him to reflex briefly.
Pathetic faggot? Tommy froze, taken aback with the term he was just called. Sure, he did yoga and wasn't the most muscular man, but he also wasn't hooking up with guys or prancing around like a girl. He preferred to chemically remove his body hair because he viewed it as unnecessary and he only wore satin underwear because it was more comfortable. Surely, this was some horrid mistake.
"Uh-hm," Tommy rasped out, squeaking roughly through the leather hood locked on him, "I think th-there i-is a mistake or s-somethin--"
He was abruptly cut off.
"Awww sounds like you could use some nice refreshing hot piss down that throat you dumb whore. I could fuckin' hose you down right now," The captor growled, "But then I'd have to put up with the fuckin smell that's not my thing. I'll piss on a cute little sissy faggot though."
It turned Tommy on being in the position he was in, though he certainly didn't understand it. He felt a tingle in his cock and then realized what the weight on his genitalia was; a chastity cage. A metal one, too. Tommy had seen these before and even masturbated to the whole sissy concept on the one-off occasion. He had a really good idea as to what he was 'wearing' by how his glans pushed into the bars, giving him an idea through his hood-blocked vision. He never imagined what it would be like to actually wear one.
The captor looked on, watching Tommy's confined genitals squirm in their sex jail, dripping precum.
"Oh my god you fucking slut, I talk about shooting piss down your throat and you start getting horny? Man, those girl drugs must really be something," the captor barked.
The drugs were still coursing through Tommy, to his absolute horror, and he found himself enjoying those degrading things shouted down to him by this gruff man. His arms and legs stretched out like a delicious buffet of food. His manhood forced to plop itself proudly on top of his groin in ignorant bliss; the cherry on top. He found his hips swaying back and forth in their limited freedom. He sighed, resigning to chemicals coursing through him.
The captor stuck a hand down his own pants, fondling his member at the sight before him. The welly bound, chemically hairless, adorably small and toned body, squirming in restricted sexual agony, still half-dazed in a hormone injection that was undoubtedly driving his new sexual desires. He particularly liked the look of Tommy's meek manhood sealed away in the metal chastity prison; precum glistening under the truck's harsh, sterile interior light. Tommy even had oddly wide hips for a male. He looked all the part of a delicious little sissy girl.
Tommy never had a sexual or even romantic partner in his 23 years of life, although he was bit of a kinky pervert. He masturbated daily and BDSM was his preference. Though always a girl as the submissive, never a guy. He had a few sex toys and had experimented with prostate orgasms but having only administered them himself he could take them or leave them.
