9/27/26

It’s been about eleven months since I’ve arrived in Guyana. I still remember flying out of Dakar to get here, how long that took. I saw one last piece of Western propaganda in the airport, trying to get men to comply with the draft: “After War, Man Soars” with a space ship and a shimmering star on it. I didn’t want to die up in space. We all knew what was really going on. It’s the end, and I’m going to where I can be safe and happy. That’s what I thought.

I guess I was right. You know, now that I am here I’m not being pursued. The superiors, the “Tops,” they always say the government is after us, but I feel like we are the government’s experiment. With this huge war going on, why haven’t they stopped the movement, why do they keep it in the media? I don’t think I came here and did this to myself because I wanted it. I think something made me do this, but I’m not sure what. And whenever I think too hard about it, I just start to get so distracted by thoughts about sex. And then I’ll be having sex the next thing I know.

The Circle – what is it really? I’m here. Someone else is always catering to everything. I have something to do, I can treat burn wounds and serve my master – the master. But, it seems like I just work, eat, and then after eating the bottoms have to give themselves over to the tops, and we have to work out more often than I can

This is all just avoiding the real point, which is what happened to me today. Sir Michelson told me this morning that I was going to be needed today at a special event, and that I was going to be the only bottom there. Two Sirs were going to be in a cage-fight. An octagon. I was slightly curious as to what my role would be, or if I would just be there as witness. And why the fight was important. But I don’t dare speak, it’s strictly forbidden for a bottom of my position to speak to anyone unless a Sir speaks to me. I must always stay faithful to that rule, I know the repercussions. I want to keep my cunt.

When the fight came, we were taken to the convention hall, I have no idea how such a huge building got here. I am swept inside by two giant watch-men, who are left with only their balls, no prostate, no dick, sphincter deadened.

The tops are all gathered. I notice they are naked, and horny as always. They have had their prostates removed but their erectile function increased by a man-made organ, printed on an HP printer. They are insatiable, never level headed. That makes me question our “outlaw” persona – they couldn’t lead themselves, let alone an army of castrators, like you’d think from reading Fxx News.

I was clothed, one of the few. I saw, through my mask, that some of the tops were fucking each-other, which was strictly forbidden. I realized that this fight must be a special occasion, something the tops are getting into, something different than what the government has been doing to guys like me. Or maybe one of master’s plans?

I’m near the octagon. A big cage, set up in the middle of the convention center, with the grandstands pulled out from the walls. Almost every Sir in the camp was there. Sir Michelson comes up. The crowd begins to cheer, scream ecstatically. Tops masturbate, desperately trying to cum. They never will. Men flex their muscles. I notice my Sir, so much better, so much more refined than the others. Sir Michelson makes my cunt tighten deeply, I feel the drop of pre-cum slide into my cunt mouth, down my lips, it tightens more. I see the shine on his muscles, he looks golden, his hair wheat in the bright lights, like the days we go alone into Sir’s gardens, where he fucks my disgusting hole, makes me keep his cum inside until it stinks. He’s the only top who is allowed to cum, and only after he had his prostate re-implanted, because he is our leader. He knows too much, though. I must always avoid knowing. I am too proud to know him, to have his attention. To be here. I am his slut, I deserve to be.

It makes me feel so proud to see the tops worship my master, to watch me and want to be me, they only think they want to fuck me. They want to be fucked by him, to be able to cum like me, to feel their cunts tighten around my master’s fat dick, engorged to 13 inches with steroids and implants, to bleed and cum and beg for it. To feel cummed inside of, a cunted man.

The tops are getting very wild, master is speaking. It seemed that two tops had gotten into a battle over a young bottom, and murdered him in a jealous ménage a tois of rage. For breaking the oaths of the Circle, the two men must fight to the death, the winner would be made a watch-man, to never receive pleasure again in his groin. It was a no-win situation. I think I would beg to die.

I was to be the referee. I had done mixed-martial arts, the octagon, back before the changes. Changes….

There was only to be one round. I went up, made the sign. The men immediately went at each other, I wondered if they’d had the chance for a mutual suicide pact. The larger man, Sir Antonio, thick black hair, about 34 maybe, green eyes, maybe 6’4”. He attacked, ground and pound, on the 6’0” black top, Sir Spencer. I can’t explain it using normal terms, because there were no rules. The men had no training and viciously punched at each other. Finally, while Sir Antonio had Sir Spencer in a hold, Sir Spencer deftly gouged Sir Antonio’s eyes, pushed his fingers deep into Sir Antonio’s skull. The fight was over shortly after that. I don’t wish to remember the scene.

The tops were ecstatic. Their muscles were bulging with roids, sex, rage. They seemed to enjoy fucking each other more than fucking the bottoms. I just wanted to be with master again, alone. I felt scared of what was happening, the whole Circle, 11/11/19, Fxx, all that shit.

It was time for Spencer to become a watch-man. He screamed. He begged master. He told master that “I will do anything, oh please Michaelson, oh please, not a watch man! Please, I will be the most obedient bottom!”

“No, you disgusting _____shit boy! You have committed a murder of a bottom, our most precious gift.,” master looked at me, I felt his love for me alone, “And now you will learn to suffer as a watchman, to learn what it means to be loyal to the Circle.” Master stood over him, Sir Spencer’s dark, luscious skin gleaming with blood and sweat, his dick throbbing, kneeling before master, licking master’s boots. Begging, whimpers from his lips. Master whipped Spencer across the face, and then, surprise! Pissed all over him. Spencer was given his enema in plain view, in the cage.

“I don’t want him to have any medicine, Doctor.” Master said. Doctor nodded, his green eyes turning to his next target. Master told me that Doctor doesn’t consider it a good cunting if the boy doesn’t cum, but he doesn’t consider it a good null if he doesn’t cum. And for Doctor to cum….

Spencer screamed, he wasn’t Spencer anymore, he was a slave, a watch man. He had no name. He would, from now only, only be referred to as Slut 468-92.

The doctor went to work first on Spencer’s penis. He first skinned it, and Spencer orgasmed at that, which I didn’t think was possible for a top, and reopened the scar from Spencer’s castration and prostatectomy-2. The Doctor slide the knife into the penis, Spencer passed out. The Doctor slide the knife along the ligaments that attached the penis to the body, and then popped it out of Spencer’s groin like it was nothing. There was a good 15 inches or more on the plate, which the Doctor carefully put way…I knew master would treat me to some!

Then Doctor removed the pseudo organ form the prostatectomy-2 and closed Spencer’s groin. It was time to finish deadening his Sphincter. There was a wet stain where Doctor’s groin was, whatever it was that was there these days. Spencer seemed to come into consciousness for a few minutes, and master petted his head, kissed him on the lips. Spencer seemed intoxicated, he laughed and giggled, told master, “such relief, ohhhh, feels so bad, hurts, I’m cumming, too, owww…” Then he passed out again. I came in cunt, my man cum flowing over my old dick, I was cumming so hard, I was rubbing my legs together to get friction on the inside of my man-cunt. Master noticed, he came and stripped me, the men hollered loudly, master fucked me, in plain view of everyone, doggy style so we could see Spencer.

The Doctor opened Spencer’s ass with a scope while I felt master getting deeper in my man-cunt, his dick rigid, fucking my man-hole, just making me spasm, my cum lubing him, him sliding it in and out. Our cocks were fucking each other! Master then pushing it into my ass and fingering me. I was enjoying master in my asshole and his fingers fisting my cunt, that I when I looked up and saw the Doctor removing most of Spencer’s sphincter I just came, I came more than ever I’m pretty sure, master pulled his hand out of my cunt and it was slick with my cum. I felt so powerful, I was master’s. Spencer was no more. Slut 468-92 was born. Right in front of the Circle.