My third day in Freehold I woke up again in my nice studio apartment, which had been provided to me by the Central Council. The apocalypse of 2036, which was a limited nuclear and virological war, was now a year in the past. The world's population had already crashed from nine billion to two billion, and was still going down, as a partial nuclear winter and a deadly virus circled the globe. If the genetically-engineered virus didn't kill you, it often left people sterile, especially men. And so men like me, who had healthy sperm, were now a valuable commodity to keep the human race going.
My name's Jim Bridger, I'm 18 years old and about to turn 19. I'm one of the lucky ones, and yet I too have been deeply affected by the collapse of most of civilization, which we call the Fall. My parents are dead, and sometimes I barely survived getting to this walled-in small city in remote and mountainous Colorado, called Freehold. Women rule here, through their appointed Central Council and their mysterious leader Eve. Most women here seem to blame men for the Fall, because after all it was mostly men in positions of power when it happened, and so men are second class citizens in Freehold. The Central Council and Eve are desperate to raise the birthrate, however, and so this is a free use city.
What this means is that I can have sex with almost any woman I want, almost any time I want, because that's good for getting the most women pregnant with the fewest number of men. But then again, any man or woman who wants to have sex with me can demand that. So public sex is common in Freehold, and even one of the main entertainments. Those who don't like it don't have much to say, because to some degree we're living in a police state.
And half of Freehold is walled off and guarded from the other half. Freehold South is the place where the children live with their mothers. Women who get pregnant are provided their own houses there, credits, and all sorts of medical care and child care, because, as was explained to me, it's the future of the human race. With proper clearance I'd be able to visit my future children. But the rules in Freehold South are very different. For starters, no public sex, for obvious reasons.
But in Freehold North, which most just call Freehold, free use is also supposed to be good for our mental health. But it doesn't always work out that way. Although I'm straight, the man teaching my orientation class my first day, Professor Nelson, ordered me to suck on his erect cock in front of the class to prove what free use was all about. Then Prof. Nelson ordered me to strip and bend over his desk, and he fucked me in the ass in front of the class. I could tell this was good for his mental health as he orgasmed, but it wasn't as good for me.
Knowing this might be an issue, I was immediately assigned a therapist with a real Ph.D. And then I lost my virginity to my therapist, 47-year old Dr. Amanda Jones. This time it was my choice. I basically asked if I could put my erect cock into her mouth during our session, because I thought it would make me feel better faster than talk therapy, and she said I could. And so I did.
After we had sex, Dr. Jones explained that technically in Freehold anyone can refuse sex at any time. But then they can be brought before the Central Council, and if their reason for refusing isn't good enough they can be punished, or even expelled-- released into the horrors found outside of the walls of Freehold. So although you can theoretically refuse sex with someone, because the consequences can be so dire almost no one does.
There was even a special language to threaten consequences, especially if someone seemed to resist your advances. Someone might tell you that they were asserting their "sexual rights" for free use, or say something like, "I'm going to make you lick my pussy now."
Dr. Jones is a member of the Central Council, and a so-called Daughter of Eve who wears a button with a dark triangle on it emblazoned with the letter E. E stands for Eve, and the dark triangle stands for the power of the pussy, through which this place is ruled. It had become a custom, as I'd found out, for women citizens of Freehold to just trim their pussy hair if needed into a triangle, rather than ever shave, so that whenever they were naked in public or private they would show their triangle of Eve--to show that they too were Daughters of Eve.
Freehold was founded by women, and about eighty percent of the citizens of Freehold are women, and just twenty percent men. It was decided that was all the men needed, as long as the relatively small number of men like me tried to get as many women pregnant as possible. I knew I was going to be rated and judged on that at some point, and so I'd been spreading my seed already, trying to gain favor. And yes, I liked the work, even if I didn't always like being a second-class citizen.
But as I'd already learned, men who agitated for equality got expelled. And yet I believed enough in equality that I'd already secretly joined the underground Resistance called SETAAC--Subvert Eve's Triangle At Any Cost.
Here's why I jointed SETAAC. If a woman on the Central Council wants to, she can order any man to kneel down in front of her, in the city streets or anywhere else, and she can urinate on his face, publicly showing how subordinate he and other men are. He'll accept it with a smile, and almost anything else, to prevent being outcast from this comparative paradise. Life outside of Freehold was often hell, with lawless mobs picking over the remains of civilization, but here in Freehold we had electricity from our own hydroelectric dam, plenty of food, cell phones, and everything else.
But like I said, men are considered somewhat inferior and subordinate by most women, and from what I'd learned from reading the Freehold Times news app with the icon F on my phone, women were getting more and more assertive about subordinating men.
And believe it or not, it's considered a twisted honor for a man when a woman pees on his face, and Marks him. It Marks the man as someone she wants to serve her, sexually and in every other way.
Money no longer exists on the outside after the Fall, but here people worked to earn Freehold credits. I was expected to be a productive citizen, and at some point pay my own way. The Central Council wouldn't provide my apartment for free forever.
To that end, just yesterday I'd gotten a job at Melanie's huge Bookstore and Emporium, which also has within it Sophie's Bakery and Restaurant.
Even before I'd applied for the job, however, another member of the Central Council, the blond, beautiful, and glamorous Stacy King, had Marked me right outside the store. Stacy's a powerful politician running to be the first President of Freehold, a new office that's popularly elected, rather than appointed like the Central Council.
Stacy King made a big political speech to the crowd announcing that she was going to Mark me right there, in front of the bookstore just before it opened. And then, as a news camera and dozens of cellphones recorded it, she ordered me to lower my pants and show my cock to her, to the crowd, and to the whole city--showing everyone the tool with which I would help the birthrate in Freehold rise.
I did it, knowing I had no choice, and then knelt down in front of Stacy King's crotch. She raised her skirt, and then used her fingers to spread her beautiful blond haired pussy right next to my face. I quickly got fully erect, and as the cameras recorded my seven-inch hard-on for her, Stacy told the crowd that this proved that I liked being Marked.
And then Stacy peed right on my face for about a minute, completely soaking and humiliating me, as the crowd of women cheered.
From that point on I was to be Stacy King's pet. She got me cleaned up, and then bought me two new suits at a fancy store called Moulin and Son. Then she made clear that she was going to be my sugar Mama, showering me with credits as she had showered me with her pee.
My Marking ceremony was not only all over the news, but the next day was in her twisted political advertisements, showing how men were happily accepting their second class status, and even humiliation, in Freehold. My humiliation was a tool for her political rise, and I was publicly letting her do it.
But secretly I became a member of the Resistance, charged with spying on her and the Central Council, and finding out more about the mysterious Eve.
But in the process of being Marked, I'd lost the respect of the a woman here I'd already sort-of fallen in love with--drop-dead gorgeous Miriam, the 20-year old coffee shop woman who worked across the street from my apartment building.
