Dissolving the Institution
Dissolving the Institution
Part One
It was shortly after laws were passed enforcing white reparations for black slavery, that a new idea began to surface amongst the lawmakers of the land. So enthused and encouraged by how well the reparation laws were received, one particular man drafted a law that was perhaps the most devastating of all.
Patrick watched through his kitchen window as his wife of three years walked down the driveway, on her way to the reparations depot. He never really objected when she had been among the first to volunteer for reparations. He was as much for the idea as she seemed to be.
Alyssa was a gorgeous woman, and Patrick knew he had risen well above what he should have been capable of. Even as they married, they knew that the legislation loomed in the senate that would so affect their lives, in so very many ways.
When the law passed, by an overwhelming majority and was signed into law by the president, Alyssa saw no reason to wait until it was officially implemented. “Seeing as this thing is going to happen anyway, I really don’t see any reason to delay. Besides, by volunteering early, we might score some points with the local reparations board.
Of course, Alyssa couldn’t have been more wrong. All she had done by volunteering early, was to ensure she was ensnared by some of the more restrictive aspects of the law, aspects that were later relaxed.
As with any new law, there were bugs that needed to be worked out of the system. In particular, were the regulations overseeing future contact with her legal husband. The original law prohibited Alyssa from having sexual relations with her husband. Sexual relations, as defined, was any entry of the husband’s penis into his wife’s body. This not only meant her vagina, but her ass and her mouth as well.
This met with stiff resistance and was eventually relaxed to being enforced only when the wife was ovulating. The new law also lifted the restriction on oral and anal sex. This ensured that white wives would only bear black babies without destroying the marriage entirely.
After some pushback, a balance was struck. The new law only applied to any wives that were conscripted by the law. Those that volunteered, remained under the original restrictions.
Alyssa remembered that faithful night when she had broken the news to Patrick. “I’m so sorry, sweetie. I mean we can still play, and all, you just can’t put it in me.”
“So, I can never put my penis inside you again?” Patrick asked, sadly.
“Unfortunately.” Alyssa seemed far less upset than Patrick, and for good reason. She was getting all the fucking, sucking, and reaming her little body could handle, while Patrick was relegated to masturbation.
“But John still has sex with Sarah,” Patrick complained.
“That’s because she was conscripted after they relaxed the law. We don’t fall under that category.” Alyssa smirked. “I volunteered.”
“I know. Don’t remind me.” Patrick mumbled.
“Hey, you were as much for this thing, as I was, baby.” Alyssa reminded him.
“That’s before I learned about the rules.”
“Well, you said you read the law, so you’ve got nothing to complain about.” In fact, the only one of them that had read the law thoroughly was Alyssa.
Secretly, Alyssa found her husband’s situation amusing. He wasn’t well endowed, and although he could still get a stiffy, it rarely grew longer than four inches. The cocks that used her on a regular basis were huge in comparison.
Patrick found the idea of his lovely wife being so well used by men of color incredibly arousing, but that was beside the point. He couldn’t help but feel shorted when most of his friends still had sex with their wives
Another of the laws that had been modified for conscripts, was the mandatory viewing requirement. In the original law, all husbands were required to watch at least four hours of video feed a week; video that depicted their wives with multiple partners.
At first, Patrick found the videos incredibly difficult to watch. He hated the way Alyssa seemed so enthusiastic over her reparations. She took each cock she sucked, each cock that took her, either in the vagina or the ass, with vigor and obvious enjoyment.
After a while, however, it became almost painfully apparent that Patrick was becoming aroused by the videos. Soon he was exceeding the required four hours a week. Now, he spent most of the day masturbating while the videos played.
An alarm would sound on his computer monitor each time Alyssa was paired, and just like one of Pavlov’s dogs, his pants fell to his ankles and his puny penis swelled to the contour of his hand.
Patrick had grown to master the art of gooning; stretching out his orgasm for hours at a time while Alyssa was used and abused, in every imaginable way. After a while, he was no longer able to get hard any other way, even when Alyssa herself stimulated him with her hand.
Of course, the reparations board kept Alyssa well informed of her husband’s incessant viewership. She laughed when he finally topped forty hours a week, saying he seemed to have found a new full-time job.
Of course, all white men had surrendered their jobs as part of the reparations bill, and now relied entirely on the compensation their wives received from the government. It wasn’t much, barely enough to live on, but they managed.
So as Patrick watched Alyssa climb aboard the obsidian-colored bus, his little penis swelled, knowing he was in for another week of chronic masturbation. He stripped off his clothes and went to the bath to shave the hair from his body. His fetish for self-deprecation had grown into an obsession.
Alyssa remembered the first time she had come home to find Patrick had done this. It amused her that he had fallen so far. Not only had he shaven his body hair, but had clipped the hair on his head to the skin as well.
She tried not to allow him to see how amused she was, instead, encouraged his actions as an appropriate step towards a total reduction of status. It was something they had discussed many times, and was the main reason why they were among the first to volunteer.
So, it was during this week, and between Alyssa’s many sessions Patrick would enjoy, that he mistakenly caught a news bulletin.
“This week, the Senate is considering a bill that would enhance the original reparations bill. Although this bill would not affect the vast majority of married couples, the implications for those who volunteered are far-reaching and considered by some to be too extreme.”
Of course, this immediately caught Patrick’s attention, causing his perpetual stiffy to shrink to a flaccid two inches.
“It is almost a sure win for the proponents of the bill, as there is not enough resistance among the small number of couples affected. Should the bill pass tomorrow, couples who entered into the reparation program as volunteers would be separated, having their wedding vows nullified by the state.”
Patrick nearly fell over with the news, pulling up close to the monitor so as not to miss anything.
“Affected wives would be immediately transported to the national reparations center, where they will be enlisted in the overseas program. This program ensures that reparations are paid in equal measure to those in Africa that were affected by White slavers.”
Patrick could hardly believe his ears. Surely this couldn’t be happening.
“Affected husbands will be relegated to conversion camps, where their misguided sexual urges will be dealt with, in what some are saying, are the most draconian measures imaginable. It has become apparent that the original punishment of the mandatory viewership requirement has been perverted by these sexually deprived husbands. Now for other news…”
Patrick turned off the computer, no longer able to enjoy the spectacle his wife was undoubtedly providing. It was three days before Alyssa was due to come home, and the new bill would surely be law by then.
Part One
It was shortly after laws were passed enforcing white reparations for black slavery, that a new idea began to surface amongst the lawmakers of the land. So enthused and encouraged by how well the reparation laws were received, one particular man drafted a law that was perhaps the most devastating of all.
Patrick watched through his kitchen window as his wife of three years walked down the driveway, on her way to the reparations depot. He never really objected when she had been among the first to volunteer for reparations. He was as much for the idea as she seemed to be.
Alyssa was a gorgeous woman, and Patrick knew he had risen well above what he should have been capable of. Even as they married, they knew that the legislation loomed in the senate that would so affect their lives, in so very many ways.
When the law passed, by an overwhelming majority and was signed into law by the president, Alyssa saw no reason to wait until it was officially implemented. “Seeing as this thing is going to happen anyway, I really don’t see any reason to delay. Besides, by volunteering early, we might score some points with the local reparations board.
Of course, Alyssa couldn’t have been more wrong. All she had done by volunteering early, was to ensure she was ensnared by some of the more restrictive aspects of the law, aspects that were later relaxed.
As with any new law, there were bugs that needed to be worked out of the system. In particular, were the regulations overseeing future contact with her legal husband. The original law prohibited Alyssa from having sexual relations with her husband. Sexual relations, as defined, was any entry of the husband’s penis into his wife’s body. This not only meant her vagina, but her ass and her mouth as well.
This met with stiff resistance and was eventually relaxed to being enforced only when the wife was ovulating. The new law also lifted the restriction on oral and anal sex. This ensured that white wives would only bear black babies without destroying the marriage entirely.
After some pushback, a balance was struck. The new law only applied to any wives that were conscripted by the law. Those that volunteered, remained under the original restrictions.
Alyssa remembered that faithful night when she had broken the news to Patrick. “I’m so sorry, sweetie. I mean we can still play, and all, you just can’t put it in me.”
“So, I can never put my penis inside you again?” Patrick asked, sadly.
“Unfortunately.” Alyssa seemed far less upset than Patrick, and for good reason. She was getting all the fucking, sucking, and reaming her little body could handle, while Patrick was relegated to masturbation.
“But John still has sex with Sarah,” Patrick complained.
“That’s because she was conscripted after they relaxed the law. We don’t fall under that category.” Alyssa smirked. “I volunteered.”
“I know. Don’t remind me.” Patrick mumbled.
“Hey, you were as much for this thing, as I was, baby.” Alyssa reminded him.
“That’s before I learned about the rules.”
“Well, you said you read the law, so you’ve got nothing to complain about.” In fact, the only one of them that had read the law thoroughly was Alyssa.
Secretly, Alyssa found her husband’s situation amusing. He wasn’t well endowed, and although he could still get a stiffy, it rarely grew longer than four inches. The cocks that used her on a regular basis were huge in comparison.
Patrick found the idea of his lovely wife being so well used by men of color incredibly arousing, but that was beside the point. He couldn’t help but feel shorted when most of his friends still had sex with their wives
Another of the laws that had been modified for conscripts, was the mandatory viewing requirement. In the original law, all husbands were required to watch at least four hours of video feed a week; video that depicted their wives with multiple partners.
At first, Patrick found the videos incredibly difficult to watch. He hated the way Alyssa seemed so enthusiastic over her reparations. She took each cock she sucked, each cock that took her, either in the vagina or the ass, with vigor and obvious enjoyment.
After a while, however, it became almost painfully apparent that Patrick was becoming aroused by the videos. Soon he was exceeding the required four hours a week. Now, he spent most of the day masturbating while the videos played.
An alarm would sound on his computer monitor each time Alyssa was paired, and just like one of Pavlov’s dogs, his pants fell to his ankles and his puny penis swelled to the contour of his hand.
Patrick had grown to master the art of gooning; stretching out his orgasm for hours at a time while Alyssa was used and abused, in every imaginable way. After a while, he was no longer able to get hard any other way, even when Alyssa herself stimulated him with her hand.
Of course, the reparations board kept Alyssa well informed of her husband’s incessant viewership. She laughed when he finally topped forty hours a week, saying he seemed to have found a new full-time job.
Of course, all white men had surrendered their jobs as part of the reparations bill, and now relied entirely on the compensation their wives received from the government. It wasn’t much, barely enough to live on, but they managed.
So as Patrick watched Alyssa climb aboard the obsidian-colored bus, his little penis swelled, knowing he was in for another week of chronic masturbation. He stripped off his clothes and went to the bath to shave the hair from his body. His fetish for self-deprecation had grown into an obsession.
Alyssa remembered the first time she had come home to find Patrick had done this. It amused her that he had fallen so far. Not only had he shaven his body hair, but had clipped the hair on his head to the skin as well.
She tried not to allow him to see how amused she was, instead, encouraged his actions as an appropriate step towards a total reduction of status. It was something they had discussed many times, and was the main reason why they were among the first to volunteer.
So, it was during this week, and between Alyssa’s many sessions Patrick would enjoy, that he mistakenly caught a news bulletin.
“This week, the Senate is considering a bill that would enhance the original reparations bill. Although this bill would not affect the vast majority of married couples, the implications for those who volunteered are far-reaching and considered by some to be too extreme.”
Of course, this immediately caught Patrick’s attention, causing his perpetual stiffy to shrink to a flaccid two inches.
“It is almost a sure win for the proponents of the bill, as there is not enough resistance among the small number of couples affected. Should the bill pass tomorrow, couples who entered into the reparation program as volunteers would be separated, having their wedding vows nullified by the state.”
Patrick nearly fell over with the news, pulling up close to the monitor so as not to miss anything.
“Affected wives would be immediately transported to the national reparations center, where they will be enlisted in the overseas program. This program ensures that reparations are paid in equal measure to those in Africa that were affected by White slavers.”
Patrick could hardly believe his ears. Surely this couldn’t be happening.
“Affected husbands will be relegated to conversion camps, where their misguided sexual urges will be dealt with, in what some are saying, are the most draconian measures imaginable. It has become apparent that the original punishment of the mandatory viewership requirement has been perverted by these sexually deprived husbands. Now for other news…”
Patrick turned off the computer, no longer able to enjoy the spectacle his wife was undoubtedly providing. It was three days before Alyssa was due to come home, and the new bill would surely be law by then.
