My life deteriorated daily. When the war started, I had no access to a shelter, and couldn't afford to buy my way in, so I was transported to the camps, where I was forced to sleep in horrible conditions with all of the other have-nots.
Escape was the main thing on my mind, as I felt it would be better to die on my own volition than as a slave to a bunch of bureaucrats who thought they were doing me a favor by providing me a shithole and a cot.
People were terrified of the fallout, and even though the war itself seemed to have settled down, the news ran twenty four hours a day, telling us all of the things that we should be afraid of. My mood turned foul within
a week at the camp, and I could feel the resentment growing between
myself and the guards.
"Quiet down! There's an emergency broadcast!" he yelled, one of
their idiot blowhards who did exactly as he was told. His rifle laid across his beer belly, and he turned up the volume on the television as the day room quieted down.
Apparently, there was a "fertility crisis", and the government was in the process of creating a program to increase birth rates. It sounded like more fear mongering to me, and I rolled my eyes. Preliminary testing
showed that somewhere north of 99% of males may be affected, and
somewhere around half of all women.
"Who fucking cares?" I asked, speaking quietly and only to
myself. It made no discernible difference to me, and I stood up from my
chair so I could lay on my cot before lights out. As soon as I stood up,
someone grabbed my spot, their eyes fixated on the screen. There was
chatter among the other "campers", like they actually thought they were
going to reproduce anyway.
It felt like I was the only one who understood what was going on,
that we were nothing but expendable cattle to be used as cheap labor until
we were no longer necessary. I couldn't imagine camp ending in any way
other than death for all of us, but no one seemed to take notice or care, they
just went about their days, doing their work and staying in reasonable
spirits.
I knew there wasn't much time, and the longer I stayed there, the
less likely I was to make an escape. The guards did roll call in the morning,
and then let one of the campers do it at night. The main problem was the
tower guards, who were armed with rifles and perfectly willing to shoot if
someone tried escaping.
It would have to be done at night, after the final roll call. If I could
get loose early enough, and escape the premises, I could be long gone by
the morning if I trekked all night. That didn't mean I wouldn't be picked up
again, but I had to try something.
Before taking action on my plan, heavily armored guards showed up
to our barracks with nurses, and several men were scooped up and taken
away. The rest of us were told to sit on our cots and wait, as all males would
be undergoing a fertility test.
I rolled my eyes, as these sorts of random inspections and tests were
becoming all too common, even though they never seemed to lead
anywhere. A couple days prior, I was given a penicillin shot with no
explanation, and it felt like they were shooting peanut butter through a
syringe into my asscheek, leaving me sore for days. I wasn't particularly in
the mood for their pointless invasive prying.
There were 48 men housed in our wing of the barracks, and they
were taken four at a time throughout the night. Lights out was normally at
nine, but it was almost eleven by the time I was herded up with three other
guys, the last of the four man groups from our wing.
We followed in a single file line behind two armed guards. In front
of them was a nurse, a very attractive woman in her mid to late thirties.
They walked us down the hallway, down the stairs, and into an open room
full of partitions with black curtains.
"Halt." the guard said, marching for some reason like he was a
member of a prestigious organization. He stepped aside, and the nurse
stepped forward in front of us. We were kept mostly separate from females,
and I couldn't help staring at her cleavage while we were briefed.
"You will all be given a card with a number, take that card to the
corresponding booth. Inside of the booths there will be an identification
form, fill it out. There will also be a sample cup with tape over the lid, as
well as adult magazines. Go ahead and tear the tape, and after you make
your deposit, be sure to utilize the hand sanitizer provided. Bring your
sample cup, lid on please, and the identification form back to me for
dropoff. After that, you will be released for the night." she said, chipper and
full of life, the stark opposite of the four men who stared back at her.
"It's lights out when we get back." the guard said, nodding his head
in affirmation of his self appointed grandiosity. He handed us all a white
paper notecard, mine had the number 23 written in sharpie. The other three
masturbators set off to find their jerkoff tents, and I stepped closer to the
nurse, whose name tag read "Nikita".
"Excuse me, nurse?" I asked, feigning sincerity.
"Yes?" she asked, turning to face me and clutching a clipboard. The
guards had spread out, leaving us alone.
"Masturbation is against my religion, is there any way you could
come back to my tent and give me a hand?" I asked. She smiled right away,
looking me up and down as she bit down on the tip of her pen.
"I think God will forgive you for this one. It's for the future of
America." she said, staring right back into my eyes. I felt the blood start
flowing down there, and couldn't believe she was humoring me.
"I'm Jay. What's your name?" I asked.
"I'm Nikita." she said, pointing to her tag and moving the clipboard
away from her juicy tits.
"That's a beautiful name. It suits you." I said, staring directly at
them and feeling the need to fill my sample cup.
"Hey! You!" he yelled, startling us both. "Get to your booth."
"Yes sir." I said, offering a sarcastic salute and walking past him. I
turned to look back at Nikita, who was chuckling to herself. I blew her a
kiss, and then found number twenty three. It was awkward, to say the least,
and I used a disinfectant wipe to rub down the steel chair.
"Horny Coeds." I said, leafing through the magazine. My little
interaction with Nurse Nikita left me more in the mood for women of the
milf variety, but I was charged up enough that I still cranked one out with
ease, choosing to skip the hand sanitizer at the end. Sometimes, it's about
the little victories.
The guard stared into me, standing directly beside Nikita while I
handed her my cup, ruining my opportunity to flirt. I went back to the
barracks, and the lights were already out. I could finally get some sleep.