I wouldn't like to get too far into this, but I think personal freedoms are very important. My freedom to come to EA -- regardless of country -- is my freedom, and no one should have the right to take it away. The EA doesn't distribute child porn, it doesn't do anything illegal. At all.

So I tried to envision a world where things have changed somewhat, but with our own little erotic spin on it! Enjoy!

As usual, all locations, names, years, people, and predictions are purely fictional.]

The year was 2014. After a series of laws have been passed, things are very different than they were even six years ago, when I was so young. I'm currently twenty-five, so in this days I was nineteen. I really enjoyed being a teen, having as much sex as possible with every girl I could get my hands on... even guys sometimes...

But with the new "morality laws" put in place in late 2009 by United States president John McCain, things changed.

First, the UK banned sites like the Eunuch Archive. I always had the castration fantasy, but there was no way I wanted to go through with it. Sure, it got me off easy, but it would have been a nightmare...

Which is exactly why the new laws were horrible.

The government started to monitor all activities of persons online, on the phone and et cetera. There could be no talk of anyone having sex before marriage to keep the population in check or some bullshit like that... Anyone who was caught having sex or claiming to have done it would be subjected to the Objective Sexism Order of 2009.

Sounds like something that would make you sexist -- and to them it was. Couples that used each other for fucking were the target. It was supposedly now sexist to have sex other than during marriage! In my town, one person was caught in 2011, and they shipped him off somewhere. The girl? They could never find out who he fucked... When he came back he wasn't the same person.

He was gone for two years. He was an athletic type before, but he came back as someone lazy, someone fat, and someone with no drive to do anything. Even now he spends his time sleeping most of the time. We all wondered why until papers got handed out to the local colleges and grad schools...

It read as follows;

"In accord with the new Objective Sexism Laws of 2009 as prescribed by United States President John McCain, the following actions have been taken upon one commoner known as "Jim Crowley":

• One James A. Crowley was sent to the New Alcatraz Sexism Correctional facility.

• Whilst at the NASC, Mr. Crowley was given extensive examinations to see how often he relieved himself, and to see what "corrections" could be given.

• Our scientists discovered that he relieved himself at a rate of three times per day, thus qualifying for Oversexuality Disorder.

As is common for anyone suffering from OSD, we offered him several options that would be seen fit for him:

• Chemical castration for one year, permanent castration thereafter. Two years in correctional facility to adjust.

• Chemical; five years in correctional facility to adjust. Second offense is capitol.

• Permanent castration with two years in correctional facility to adjust. Second offense is twenty-five years in correctional facility.

Mr. Crowley picked the first option of the three.

Let this serve as a warning to the community of Dover, Florida. Anyone caught hereafter having received this form will be given no option, and the first will be mandatory.

Thank-you for your co-operation,

Michael Santorum"

After reading it, I knew I had a serious choice on my hands. I had known a girl for many years, and we were close... But we had only met after the laws were in place.

Sometimes, she saw me get erections or knew it had happened at night. We slept together in 'our' bed, but nothing was said... Until recently. Before we got the letter, which was this year, we had talked about fucking all night long.

I wanted it. She wanted it.

But the god damn laws! It was senseless to say no, but it was also scary. What if I got caught? What would they do to me? To her? To us?

I had thought about it for a very short time, probably a week, and then I made my decision: fuck yes!

I had planned it all carefully. Thought I could evade the police, evade all the secret police, thought I could evade everyone that was threatening. After all, how would they know what had went down?

Naturally, on the night the decision was made, I laid in bed, ready for the first fuck of my life, and probably the best! Jesse was a goddess... I'm not going to bother with the description, but you can just imagine. She was from Mexico originally, so she had the most beautiful dark skin, eyes, and hair. That was enough for me to be sold on her at first glance.

She said she'd arrive at around 8:00 PM and I had better be ready at 7:45 PM. She gave me some cuffs to attach my arms to the bed, said she wanted it kinky our first time. She said she wanted to be in control. I agreed, thinking of how hot it was... hell, would you have turned it down?

So there I lay, minute after minute, seeming like hour after hour... I looked over at the clock every few seconds until it hit 8:00 PM. It was awful waiting for so long, but it wasn't over, because I heard someone twist the door handle about five minutes later, I guess.

I saw her dressed up kinky. As a police officer. She looked down on me with a sneer instead of a smile, and I thought this was unusual, then she said it...

"Men, come in!"

I suddenly shouted, "Shit! What the fuck is this? Let me go god damn it! Now!", which was greeted with a gag in my mouth. She told me, "OK you piece of scum, listen carefully..."

She continued on...

"My name is not Jessica Munoz as you know me. My real name is Alexis Santorum."

I knew I was in trouble then, because officers sent out to each state to watch specific and "troublesome" communities always possessed the same last name: Santorum. I thought it was a rumor, and I was hoping like hell it was at this point.

"You are now being arrested under the Objective Sexism Laws of 2009, as enacted by United States President John McCain."

Just then my heart must've sunken into my stomach. I felt horribly sick. Someone I had known and been with exclusively for so many years is someone I don't even know? How did I get to be the unlucky one?

"However, unlike Mr. Crowley, you will not be going to NASC. Instead, you will be going to a new type of installation by the name of World Unity Life Center. The same fate awaits you there as awaited him at NASC."

I knew of this World Unity Life Center place. I thought it was also a rumor, but... I knew it wasn't.

It's known in the underground as Devil's Island. Not only do they do the typical stuff, but they are said to nullify disobedience in almost inhuman ways...

"As is common for Santorum agents, I will be your caretaker. I'm not going to pretend about anything. Yes, I did develop feelings for you in some ways, but this will not stop me from doing my job. As your caretaker, I will be the one who performs your castration, as well as the one who makes you fit for community life again after the operation."

Feelings? FEELINGS? I would like to fucking think if someone had feelings for me they wouldn't fuck me over like this!

"Once you're back in society I will partially function in the same role as I used to. We will 'hang out' like 'old times', unless your wishes are otherwise. At which point I will focus my efforts on other sexual deviants."

I was a bit floored by all of this. I was hoping it was all a bad, bad dream and I would wake up in 2008 again... But it was real, and there was no waking up.

With the snap of her fingers, she shouted, "Men! Take him away now."

With that, I was being carried out into a government vehicle to my new 'home'...