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"God!" "Yeah but who the hell is God?" When we were eventually put in front of the Judge she would spell out the case and give her decisive verdict. She was not at all impressed by how the prisoners were used for the benefit of the raucous crowd, but then she was prepared to give a little to keep everyone happy. It was the way that history was driven into them so they would not again succumb to be ruled by males ever again. They had to be held down and made a mockery of and some would lose their balls and their right to procreate. It was fun that way and they'd be also made to do other things. After those proven to be guilty of their crimes were sentenced and taken away I got my turn. She had been well filled in about me as someone who may have some technical knowledge about time travel. They thought I should be kept around and watched 24/7 to see what I was up to, and to find out if there were there others involved and even a time travelling craft somewhere. They themselves had not advanced beyond the theories of how such a machine would work. It was vital that they should not find the machine and find that missing device otherwise known as a 'Flux capacitor'. They brought in a<b> nurse </font></b>and had me strip in front of the judge so the<b> nurse </font></b>could examine me. I felt her soft grip around my balls to check that they were okay then the judge announced her decision that I had been blackmailed by the male liberationists and that I was not connected with their cause. Then they dressed me for my new role and pinned a new button on me that showed my status as a male with balls who who would be subject to the many conditions that went with that privilege. I was taken to an address where I was to live in a kind of shared dorm and I was introduced to those that lived there. They asked a guy named Joey to show me the ropes and what my tasks were. They explained that we would be taken out during planned times during the week to perform medial tasks to make a wage and to keep the place in order. They also took me to a computer to show me how to set up the required participation in a dating site and I mentioned I'd seen how it worked and it wouldn't be a problem. But after the pictures they'd taken of me were put up I immediately started to receive correspondence from hopeful girls who were looking for a guy with real balls. Balled guys were a rarity and I soon appreciated the difference on how they were treated as opposed to the way I was treated as a 'nukey' (ball less) individual. That badge that I was required to wear got me a lot of attention and I soon had to find a tactful way of dodging their advances particularly on the dating site as losing too many points would put me on the list to be castrated as I didn't have the desired attributes to be considered a 'breeder'. Damn this place was freaky and I wanted to get out as soon as I could. It seemed odd that the males were expected to have 'wooing' skills that they weren't all that familiar with. I tried to help out a guy who was struggling to put the appropriate words down to a girl and his point score just kept dropping. I suggested he should look up Shakespeare so he did try but found nothing. That surprised me and I exclaimed "You're gonna need 'Gods' help to get you through this and he replied. "Yeah but who the hell is God?" 
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7/8/2022 5:28 pm |
That took me aback !
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