Synopsis: A day of transition for Stephen. Keywords: Fm, snuff,
bondage Author: JensenDenmark

Title: 2054


1. Tinkerbell correctional facility  - July 2054
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He looked out of the window. The flight to Sydney was taking off.
Only 1,5 hours and they will have traveled the entire distance
from L.A. to Australia.

He had never been to Australia. Since the have opened the new
route via stratosphere rockets back in 2047, he had this dream of
flying there. It would never happen.

The door opened and a woman in her twenties entered. “Hey. My
name is Kathy. Your parents send me. I am going to entertain you
tonight, but first I will have you to ask you to strip.”

“Why?”

“You have to have this harness on. It is the rule. Often people
like you becomes stressed when they have such an event to be a
part of tomorrow. Here let me help you with you clothes.”

“What kind of entertainment can you offer? I have to say that I
do not feel like I would be much of a company tonight.”

“Just let me show you, what I can offer. You need to loose the
underwear too.”

“But …. I have not been with a girl before.”

“Just relax. I have seen it all before. See – it doesn’t hurt.
Now lift your arms.”

“Oh. The chains are cold.”

“I know honey, but you will get used to them. I will now put the
waist belt on.”

“It is tight.”

“It has to be. Spread your legs a little I have to put these two
leather straps between your legs. Do not be nervous. So one strap
of each side of your scrotum and connected to the back of the
waist belt.”

“You have so warm hands.”

“Now – put your hands into the leather cuffs in the front of the
belt. I am afraid that I have to make them very tight.”

“Ouch.”

“I am sorry, but it is the rules. It is very important that your
arms are restrained. The last thing I have to do is to fasten the
shoulder straps.”

“Stop. It is too tight.”

“I am afraid it is not. You will get used to it. Here let me help
you over to the bed. That is good. You have to sit down.” She
watched him as he walked over to the bed. The harness was fitted
perfectly. A wide waist belt with a big D-ring in the front where
two leather cuffs were attached with D-rings to his hand were
rendered immobilized. Wide shoulder straps helped to keep his
hands close to his body and it was complete with two leather
straps going between his legs.

When he was seated she kissed him, which caught him with
surprise. He was so nervous that he began to shake. “So relax. I
am not going to hurt you. I have promised your parents to take
care of you and let you become a man.” She kissed him again and
held his body in her arms. Slowly he began to relax.

“Now I am going to put the hood on you. Do not afraid. It will
help you tomorrow if you associate the hood with something nice.”

Once he had got the leather hood down over his head, he
discovered that there were openings for both eyes and mouth. She
laced the hood tight and kissed once more before she guided him
to lie down on his back.

“I am now going to put both the mouth and eye pieces on so you
can feel what I am doing more intensive. Open your mouth.”

As he opened his mouth, he felt rubber enter it. It was pushed so
far in that he coughed. Next came the eyepiece. He was in
darkness.

He felt her hands all over his body. Each touch felt like small
electrical shocks. His member became hard. Then she put something
around his scrotum and tightened it. He almost came, but she tied
it so tight that he had to bite into the gag due to the pain.
Still he could feel the blood pumping in his member. He clenched
his hands. Of course he had played with himself before. He so
wanted a relief. And her licking his nipples made it worse.

Suddenly he forgot about his member as a sharp pain came from one
of his nipples. He tried to scream but all he got out of it was
coughing and repressed sounds.

She continued to lick him and even took his member into her
mouth. Now he was sweating. Again he felt how the blood pumped in
the veins on his member. If he had been able to talk, he would
have begged her to give him relief.

He lost track of time. He sweated like a pig. She took his member
into her mouth once again. Suddenly she released the strap around
his scrotum and then he came. It was not like something he ever
had experienced before. It was as it had its own life. It just
continued to cum but Kathy drank it all.

When it finally stopped, she continued to suck his member. She
touched him gently behind the scrotum and slowly his member
became hard again. In the end he came once more. Then he passed
out.

She must have cleaned him because when he woke, the ball
stretcher, nipple clamps and hood was gone.

He looked out then window and began to wonder why he was here. He
started to write his story down on a paper.


2. Troubled
===========

My name is Stephen. This is my story about my road to my exit
plan. Please tell this story to your children, so they don’t do
the same mistake.

It started some years ago, when I was in high school. We were
having a party and one of my pals had access to alcohol. I was
drunk and when I returned home, my parents went ballistics.
Providing alcohol to teenagers below the age of 21 is a serious
offence and many year ago did some parents, who provided alcohol
to their 16 year old son’s birthday, end up in jail for 27
months.

This case became precedent for all future case and my parents
were so afraid that they should be suspected because a neighbor
saw me, while I was staggering up the driveway.

So my parents turned me in. I went before the judge and he
ordered me to clean my act up during the next two years or I will
be offered an exit plan from the society. Decades ago, exit plans
was used by behavior modification facilities, when they could not
deal with the teenager before he or she became 18. In order to
spare the parents from the poor outcome of their investment in
the teenager’s rehab, the teenager was shipped to a different
part of the country with 50-100 dollars to start their adult life
on. It was a good solution because most teenagers broke down with
the possibility to be cut of from their own family and agreed to
remain in private jail for further 3 years.

But original exit plan had its flaws. After having been in
private jail for years, some of the teenagers could not figure
out how the world functioned. So their life took the path of
crime. Innocent people were murdered by those youth banished from
all their love ones. So a new federal law was passed during in
year 2030, when Miss J. W. Bush was president, which ordered any
behavior modification facility to turn a teenager in risk of
turning 18 without completing the program over to the
authorities. Then the teenager would have to pass a final test or
take an exit plan from society.

My parents were ordered to make a plan for my recovery, which the
court had to approve. I did not hear anything about the plan
before I one night was woken by my parents and two strangers. I
was told that my parents had chosen a motivation boot camp in
Baja California and next a wilderness therapy program in a remote
part in Utah for my recovery.


3. Mexico
=========

I cannot tell very much about my ride down to Mexico. Once my
parents had left the room, I was told to undress and then a
leather hood was pulled down over my head. My arms were put in
some kind of leather muff, which had straps going to cuffs on my
upper arms - Needless to say that I was totally in their control.
They also put a pair of odd-feeling trousers on me, which I later
discovered was a diaper.

I have seen books about boot camps before. They are hard and this
camp was no exception. Once arrived, I was given an enema and a
corset looking outfit with leather cuffs on both my upper and
lower arms. The outfit was completed with a posture collar and a
bit-gag. They had some kind of a level system and I started at
the bottom as mule. It took me 40 days to graduate from this
awful place, but I was lucky. I was never put on challenge. I
just played along and in some way fooled my way out of there. The
transport firm gave me a new ride to my next destination, which
was a wilderness therapy program in Utah.

I remember how, once the transport company had turned me over to
the staff, I was blindfold and placed in a circle of other
participants, who had some kind of ritual. I can only remember
the hunger and thirst I had to endure for 7 weeks, but finally I
was able to return home.


4. Too much control
===================

When I returned home, the court ordered me to wear an electronic
alcohol detector – a bracelet on my food, which detected my sweat
every 30 minutes all year.

In the start I managed, but time only progressed slowly and soon
I did not care about anything. So I drank and it was discovered.
My parents cried in court. I had only a year left before I was
adult. The judge could see that my parents were committed to heal
my health problem, so the court ordered me to join the new
community based transport program, which had been in function for
just a 6 years. Our present president who had managed to turn her
life around 47 years ago, had now been elected for her third
period setting aside the 22nd amendment due to her extraordinary
service of restoring morality in our country.

My parents were given a transportable stable, which was placed in
the driveway. Every morning they would come out and give me
breakfast and an enema before giving me a harness, a butt-plug
with tail, special shoes which left hoof-marks and bit-gag on
before hooking me up to a cart. One of them – often my mom would
then drive the cart with me pulling it down to the city hall,
where I sometime would enter the role of a taxi or being assigned
to a larger cart and function as a van. I can remember one time
when I was put in yoke of 10 teenagers. It was difficult and we
were whipped very hard to pull whatever load they had put in.

I liked the cab-job but I missed my school. I like the rest only
worked part-time and was home-schooled in the stable. I felt
isolated because there was no room for talking with the other
teenagers. We all had bit-gags in our mouth and we got only water
during the day from a kind of can looking like those you have in
rabbit-cages.

So one night just a few weeks ago I choose to runaway instead of
taking the test. If I passed the test, I had to wear the bracelet
for a further 3 years. If I during these three years would drink
alcohol the punishment would be 10 years of full-time service in
the transport program. I would not be able to live home but in a
stable down at the city hall. They would pull teeth out so they
could fit a permanent bit-gag made of steel. I would be almost 30
before I would be free. I could not live like that, so I ran.

But before I could flee the States I was caught. Like almost any
youth, I tried to go to Canada where I could travel to Europe
where they had no alcohol limit. For some reason they had chosen
another strategy in Europe. My cousin from Denmark told me in an
email, that they had no lower legal age for drinking alcohol and
a 16-year limit on buying alcohol. She even had obtained the
license every Dane aged 16 can buy so they can show that they are
allowed to buy alcohol on their own. Anyway, because most
runaways were going for Canada, the authorities also knew where
to find me. I was taken back and faced the court for a final
time.

I was given three choices:

1.  Signing on for transport service until I was 21 years under
restricted conditions 2.  Taking the test at once. 3.  Taking the
exit plan.

Restricted conditions meant that I had to wear a harness, which
were made for me to wear all time. I would get a permanent bit
and loose some teeth. Due to that I would have to live on liquid
food for the next three years and I would have to endure further
three years with daily enemas. I had seen the eyes of people, who
were serving long-time in the transport service. Their eyes
looked empty, as they had no spirit. This was not an option for
me.

Then there was the adulthood test. It was known to be a hard test
where only about 6 out of 10 passed. If I failed, the result
would be the same as the exit plan. I just gave up and choose the
latter. Yesterday was my birthday and Kathy was my present.

So now I am here. I can here them coming so I have to end now.

Best of luck Stephen


5. Preparation
==============

Stephen was a little surprised when the door opened and he
discovered that it was Kathy and his parents. They all were
dressed in yellow rain-suits and rubber boots.

“Why are you dressed like this and where is the staff?”

Kathy took the word. “Beside serving needs like yours last night,
it is also my job to see you through your transformation. And
your parents had chosen to be a part of the process too. They
love you. They know that they by turning you in years ago gave
you some extra years in rehab. Unfortunately it did not turn out
very well, but they bought you time.”

“You are my ….”

“Yes, I am personal responsible for you all the way. Don’t worry.
If we do it quietly and relaxed it will go very easy. Please
follow me.”

His parents placed their hands around him and the walked down the
hallway to the room made especially for the exit plan.

“Stephen. Do you know the story about this facility?”

“Yes, many years ago it was a normal prison for women, but our
present president underwent a personal emotional growth back in
2007 during a 23 days sentence. Well, not exactly 23 days,
because she went from place to place, but her journey started in
a cell here. That is why the prison was renamed after her beloved
dog, which she was so fun of that she cloned the animal some 6
times. I think that she must be on dog number 7 or 8.”

“Dog number 7. Because she learned so much here and turned her
life around, so she today stands as an icon for charity, the law
enables me to give you a last chance until we reach the room for
the exit plan. Do you want to take the adulthood test instead?”

“No, I have made my mind up. Exit plan it must be.”

“I am sorry. I had hoped that you would have decided otherwise.
Now here is the room.”

They went inside and the preparation started. First his legs were
fitted with leg braces, which prevented him from bending his legs
and kick. Next came a leg spreader, so his legs were about 40 cm
from each other.

“Why do you immobilize my legs?”

“Can you see the camera? The entire process is taped and sold for
charity. The taxpayers would have to do without the income tax
from you, so we have to compensate them. Please bend over.”

He bed over and his father came with a butt plug made of wood. It
was lubricated, but it was very big. “No. Stop it hurts.”

“Sorry. It has to go in. It will not look good if an accident
occurred.”

He cleansed his teeth. The pain was almost unbearable, but
suddenly it slipped in.

“I am sorry but it was bigger than the normal ones, we used for a
tail. It is not meant to come out. Now for the hood.”

The leather hood came on. There were openings for the mouth and
eyes. Then it was time for Kathy and the parents to take their
masks on. They pulled their hoods up. Now none could recognize
them. Kathy pressed a bottom on the wall and a light began to
blink indicating that the camera was now recording.


6. Exit plan
============

“In the name of the State of California I am here to announce
that Stephen Morris has chosen to take his exit plan. Mr. Stephen
Morris, do you have a statement?”

Stephen shook his head.

Kathy came over to him and inserted the mouth peace. In fact it
was a pecker gag and it reached almost down to his throat. He
coughed. His mother placed her hand on his shoulder to calm him
down.

Then the noose was lowered from the ceiling and place around his
neck. Kathy – his personal executioner – knew what she was doing.
She put it around his neck. She gently pulled it tight. She knew
that some people panic once they feel the noose tight around
their necks, so she kissed him gently on the hood. Next she used
a remote control to hoist the rope into the air, so Stephen was
forced up on his tiptoe. Now only thing was missing - a possible
presidential pardon. Kathy started the timer. The president had
one minute to activate a green light in the room.

Stephen followed the timer. He was beginning to sweat. Now Sthe
reality kicked in. He did not reckon with a pardon, but death was
also not on his mind. Like most teenagers it is normally so far
away. A tear left his eyes. A suppressed sobbing was heard from
with the hood. 15 seconds was gone.

He eyes looked around in the room. In the end he turned his
attention to the clock. Every second produced a bead of
perspiration. 30 seconds!

Kathy stepped forward and put the blindfold on. “Good luck.
Stephen. Remember the feelings from last night, then you will be
fine.”

His mother began to sob. Their eyes met and the last she saw of
his eyes was the widened eyeballs and the desperate look of a
person, who knows that he is going to die.

Stephen was in darkness. How many second had he left? He was in
despair. He peed on the floor.

The time came to a stop. Had he been pardoned?

Suddenly the noosed tightened. He was lifted off the floor.

Kathy watched as the time ran out and Stephen was hoisted into
the air. His feet stopped just 20 cm off the floor. First his
body was limp. Then it began to shiver. Kathy looked at Stephen’s
parents who held each other very tight. She had to admire them.
Most parents would have stayed at home, but it was clear that
they wanted to shorten his sufferings. However they had to wait,
because the law stated that they have to wait 5 minutes before
they could help. People did after all pay for the transmission.
They should be entitled to some entertainment for their money.

Stephen suffered from intense pain from the neck and to add
worse, every breath he took made his lungs feel like a plastic
bag, which crumpled up. He coughed but the gag stopped the
sounds.

Kathy watched the clock. 2 minutes. She turned to Stephen and
observed his member, when it began to stiffen. The body continued
to shiver and it started to twist a little and started to spin.
She had seen so many take their exit plan. She knew that Stephen
was a good entertainer, when she first saw him.

Stephen was experiencing panic fear. Suddenly he regretted to
have chosen the exit plan. It had seem such an easy way out of a
life based on hard work and being treated as an animal. Blood was
pounding in his ears and he tried desperately to catch just
another gasp of air, but it was of no avail. Slowly he drifted
into half-unconsciousness. Suddenly he felt his member starting
to pump semen out. Like yesterday it had its life on its own. It
pumped and pumped. He felt so tired. He wanted it to end. The
body seemed to settle. A quiet rasping sound came from the hood.
It was time. Kathy signaled the parents and they rushed over to
the body and pulled down. There was not reason for Stephen to
suffer anymore. They held his body tight. In the moment of his
death he was united with his family. They felt his smell - His
final breath. Semen continued to spout out on the floor. It
seemed to go on forever until it finally stopped. Stephen was
gone.

The transmission stopped and Kathy came over and milked the last
of the semen out. The parents sat down and cried while they
hugged each other. Kathy knew that they had to say farewell in
privacy, so she left.

An hour later she lowered the body of Stephen cleaned the body.
When she removed the hood, he looked peaceful. Back in the cell,
a staff member handed the parents Stephens writing. His body was
turned over to them in a body bag. Stephen Morris had taken his
exit plan.

END
