( All characters engaging in BDSM, fetish, or sexual activity of any kind are 18 years of age or older when engaging in such actions.)
( It is highly recommended to read at least Pt. 01 before reading any subsequent parts of this story )
Part 4.
A few hundred years after the cataclysm, when old world males formed and fueled by testosterone still existed, and when humanity had not yet taken total refuge in underground colonies, scientists inside Cheyenne Mountain Complex (which would in time become CMC colony) began experimenting with cryogenics. They were seeking ways to preserve the human race from extinction. The subjects of these experiments were primarily criminals, and almost exclusively male, most enticed to participate by the promise of clemency and eventual freedom, should the experiments yield fruit. Many died, but in time, a partially successful organic chemistry was realized. When this organic soup was infused into human blood in the proper concentration, it allowed "freeze and revive" success rates of about 80%.
In the year 2653 AD, fifty eight individuals, all male and mostly criminals, were placed into long term cryogenic hibernation deep inside Cheyenne Mountain, with no specified revival date set. The goal was to see how long they could remain frozen, and still be revived successfully.
After several more centuries, the population of CMC colony dwindled to levels such that the colony could no longer sustain itself. The remnant active population of CMC, now either female, or highly feminized, eventually abandoned the mountain complex to go in search of another thriving colony with the hope of making a new home there. They were afraid to revive the "frozen 58" and so they left them in cryogenic suspension. Inevitably, with the passage of time, the cryogenic systems failed.
*****
Present day
Nineteen old world males, the remaining survivors of the "frozen 58", are encamped in a location formerly known as Death Valley, California.
"Fuck man, look at all those stars," Brick said, to noone in particular.
"Yeah, but what I wouldn't give to be underground again, if I could just fucking get warm," another man replied.
Several others grumbled their agreement with this sentiment.
"We're running out of supplies," Wolf remarked.
"I told you. We're almost there," Jackson, the leader, responded gruffly.
"How do we know we're going the right way?" someone asked.
"Find the solar arrays, find the people. The maps we found back in the Rock showed a colony near Los Angeles," Jackson replied.
"Better be some pussy there," Brick rumbled.
"Once you have ass, you never go back," Diesel countered.
Noone challenged Diesel's assertion. Diesel was the roughest of the bunch - they all knew his inclinations. None of the men wanted to see an unrestrained Diesel - it was only Jackson's leadership, and the fact that most of them carried guns and other weapons, which kept Diesel somewhat on a leash.
"Get some sleep, all of you," Jackson ordered.
*****
Crystal and I reported to the hydroponics farms at daybreak, according to plan. By early afternoon, each of us had met the measure for a full day of work, hand picking grapes with care.
"I told you, once we meet the quota for the day, we have the rest of the day to do what we want," Crystal says.
"But what are we..." I begin...
"ShHhh, just come," Crystal whispers as she attaches one end of her slave chain to her bracelet and then clips the other end to my septum ring.
Crystal leads me away from the farms, up a few levels, and finally to a fringe area of our underground colony - a place which is unfamiliar to me. There is a makeshift sign on the wall which reads:
">> Old Colony <<"
">> Closed beyond this point <<"
