Porn Sick Sad World

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

A dystopian future in which true love is outlawed and pornography is god. One man decides to choose a different path..

Apocalyptic echoes of 1984 and Brave New World. Porn Sick Sad World is more relevant now than ever.

Chapter 1

Nicholas Anthony adjusted his itchy scrotum, the train was crowded but comfortability came first and politeness didn’t come at all. A pregnant woman shot him a displeased look, and N-Anthony felt annoyed.

 

‘What you looking at you big old bitch, you’re a big old mumma aren’t cha!’

 

‘I was offended by your uncouth behaviour, and how dare you speak to me like that.’

 

‘When I see a big ole belly like yours the first thing I think is ‘somebody’s been fuckin!’ bitch you about ready to pop.’

 

The train pulled in at the next station and the offended soon to be mother hurried off onto the platform.

 

‘You can’t run away from the truth, somebody got you right up the duff! Facts are facts Mumma!, you got got!’

 

Nanthony once again adjusted his perpetually itchy scrotum, and pulled a pre-rolled blunt from his pocket.

 

‘It’s time I got right.. yeooowww!!’ he boomed to himself whilst vacantly staring at the carriage full of dejected Chinese university students.

 

‘There’s not one unique mind amongst the lot of ya, you’re a bunch of cut copy chinks!’ He drunkenly screamed down the carriage, as his sweaty hands clutched the handlebars of a bicycle he had stolen at Ripponlea Station.

 

‘You’re all sick! You’re all porn sick! I know those looks, you’re all so wrapped up in your own little worlds of helicopter parenting and PornHub you don’t even know what reality is!’

 

As his drunken tirade went on, the train pulled in at the next station and police officers could be seen waiting on the platform to board.

 

‘Ooooh look who it is, the fuckin’ Porn Police are here to poop on my party.’

 

The police boarded the train and immediately seized Nicholas Anthony, turning to the Chinese students.

‘Is this the healthy guy?’

 

They all nodded in Chinese unison.

 

The porn police escorted Nicholas off the train into a small building with a chair and desk and sat him down.

 

‘When’s the last time you used?’

 

‘Used? I mean I was getting right just before you sick puppies arrived.’

 

‘It’s not about the marijuana. When were you last sick? This is very serious young man.’

 

‘Porn sick? I haven’t watched that shit in a year, at least, well that’s what I tell my friends, but in all actuality it’s been about 8 months.’

 

‘This is a very serious offence young man. I hope you realise the gravity of the situation. We’re gonna have to back-penalise you for every day you haven’t been ill.’

 

The monitor in the room flashed into life, and within the screen lay multiple mini screens, all with different genres of porn playing. The brightness and quality was so extreme his eyes wept.

 

‘The policemen left the room, and the deep sound of a deadlock could be heard bolting.’

 

Nicholas Anthony squirmed and wriggled but the restraints were too tight and his cock too hard, he looked at the ground in avoidance.

 

‘They can’t make me, they can’t fucking make me.’

 

As the police walked away, they could hear the scream of ‘FREEEDOOOMMM’ as if Mel Gibson in Braveheart was yelling it himself before his execution.

 

Twelve hours had passed and the policeman had returned. Behind the door the sounds of high quality pornography played. Eager to see if their punishment had been successful they unlocked the door to find a dazed and droolingly elated young man staring into the screen singing.

 

‘I once was losstttt but now am found, was blind but now I seeeeeee’.

 

It had been 10 years since the porn sick citizens act had come into law.

Universities now only offered three subjects. Identity politics, gender studies and philosophy. The colleges had mandated that hardcore pornography had to be played during lectures, and the teachers would often have to boost the microphone gain to drown out the sound interracial sex scenes.

 

The cashless society had finally arrived, and the Australian Dollar had been replaced with a crypto currency known as ‘PC’ (Porn Coin).

The society had radically changed in such a way that a person who looked to be sick and frail from too much pornographic consumption was held in the highest regard. To be sick was to be healthy. Cuckoldery was akin to knighthood. The streets were empty, the internet was fast. Everybody limped, and dopamine was scarce.

 

All types of normal sex were outlawed, and porn sets were the only place in which a child could be legally conceived. Scientists had discovered that conception could only occur with a camera running and no one questioned it.

 

When babies are born, their mothers or the doctor are not the first face they see.

The government mandate states that the newly borns first visual experience is a screen with a pornography playing capturing the moment of another would be baby’s conception. This is known as imprinting amongst PSD’s (Porn Sick Doctors)

 

Men who would have previously been considered Alpha’s were hunted down in the streets when the laws came into effect. Liquid cooled computers were handed out pre-loaded with pornography for a fraction of the price they had previously been. Modesty had become fetishised amongst porn rebels who’d turned their back on the system and masturbated to old outlawed pictures of fully clothed women from Edwardian England.

 

Scattered news stories would come through the underground about a revolution in America, the porn mandates had been overthrown and replaced with homosexual enforcement laws. The last heterosexual men sort refuge in Hamlets along the east coast. Some thought it was paradise, some thought it was hell.

 

Statues of 7 feet tall naked black men were erected all around the city emblazoned with the slogan. ‘To be sick is to be well.’

The Australian Web intranet consisted of %99 porn. Only with specialist tools and knowledge could previously accessible sites like Wikipedia be viewed, and to speak of such a site was considered heresy.’

 

A dark midnight had befallen humanity. Some said it had been a sinister Jewish plot to disrupt countries that wouldn’t comply with international Israeli laws. Some said it was like the fall of Rome, but whatever the reason, the war had been lost, and porn had won. Women were liberated and men were cucked into the nothingness of a tissue.

 

Despite the grim situation, a prophecy had circulated that a man would come, a chosen one, and destroy the subterranean data centres and porn sets that housed the hellish anally focused depravity society had engorged itself on.

 

He was said to have fought in the Porn Wars, survived, and gone into hiding. Some believed he would return, and bring back the memory and practice of raw coitus to a sick and sad population.

 

His name was Nicholas Anthony.

 

Chapter 2

 

It had been 6 months since Nanthonny’s train station bust. The police had given him two options. He could either go back to a life of watching mandated porn in a cell, or he could go undercover for the porn police. The choice was obvious.

 

“Nicholas we’ve chosen you for this role because you have proven yourself to be uniquely abstinent and defiant. What you are about to hear is completely confidential and is not to leave this room. We believe there is a Porn Avoidance cell operating in the south east suburbs, reports have been pouring in about healthy young men roaming the streets unashamedly. As you well know, this is heresy. You are tasked with infiltrating the cell if it does indeed exist, and relaying us any vital information you may uncover. Your equipment will be waiting for you in the next room.

 

Nicholas Anthony was given a government issue gold signet ring which featured an etching of a towering black man with three legs. It had been discovered at an excavation site in Crete, and was dated 1250-1300BC.

 

Ebony men had been fetishised, and to be cucked by one was considered one of the greatest honours one could have bestowed on them.

In seeking a relationship, young men would often first seek the black man they wish to get cucked by before meeting the girl they’d wished to date.

 

In Melbourne it wasn’t uncommon to see many a Limpotent man walking around. Sexually impotent from porn consumption and physically handicapped from chronic masturbation. A similar phenomena was rumoured to take place in the Americas in an act known as ‘Gimping’ When gay men would seek out straight men with impotence to further handicap them usually through means of extremely rough sex. This would render the young man Gimpotent. As his heterosexual future would be now considered ‘Gimped’.

 

‘Nicholas, your cover name will be ‘John ‘baby’ Burgess.’

 

‘Wait wasn’t that guy a game show host from the 90’s? Burgo’s Catch Phrase?’

 

‘Indeed, he was also rumoured to have been impotent so this should help with your cover story.’

 

‘Wait. How will they know who he is? Is he even still alive?’

 

‘They’ll know. These rebel types worship impotent porn dormant men, and Baby John Burgess was the most impotent of them all. That’s why they called him Baby. He never went through puberty.’

 

‘But he’d be in his 80’s, I look nothing like him.’

 

‘It’s not about looking like him, it’s about being named after him. These healthy men will appreciate that your parents apparently named you after a famous genetically aberrated porn avoider. His nickname in certain circles used to be the bear, because his sexuality was believed to be in permanent hibernation.

 

Chapter 3

 

Nick and Julian burst into a fit of unbridled laughter after absconding from a Russell St Club X.

 

‘Man that guy was running around in there totally butt naked!!’ Nicholas screamed.

 

‘Wait wait, surely he was just wearing a beige leotard..’

 

‘Pfft, dude don’t be fucking naive, that guys fucking dong was flopping around like a pool noodle, he wasn’t wearing no leotard.’

 

‘Fuckkk man what was that guys issue you reckon?’

 

‘He was circumcised dude I saw his cock!!, he’d been fuckin’ hood robbed. That nigguhs cloak was stole, Kelly Rowland style bro.’ Now he’ll never know.’

 

‘So he was running around like that because he’d been circumcised as a child?’

 

‘Well we don’t know when the procedure took place, it could’ve happened yesterday, that sorta thing messes with a man’s mind you know what I’m saying?’

 

‘That’s really dark man, maybe there’s a chance he was also porn si..’

 

‘DUDE LOOK AT THE CHICK ACROSS THE ROAD!! HEY BITCH SHOW US YOUR FUPA.’

 

A portly businesswoman across the road scurried down an alleyway scared away from the judgmental wolf calls of Nicholas Anthony.

 

‘Dude, why are you yelling at that woman?!’

 

‘SHE HAD A FUCKING FUPA, I’ve only ever read about them I’ve never actually see one in the wild, this is insane!!’

 

‘What the hell’s a FUPA?!’ Julian asked Nicholas genuinely puzzled.’

 

‘Dude, 

Fat 

Upper 

Pussy 

Area

Get with the program you fuckin’ nig nog.’

 

Nicholas Anthony abruptly awoke in his car to the sound of government mandated pornography playing soft but obnoxious over the radio. His intuition told him the participants were mixed race and three was a crowd. He had dozed off on his way home from the undercover briefing. His mind conjuring up memories of a more innocent time, when adult stores were the minor and not the major and the sight of an overweight woman’s buxom gunt could bring tears of joy to a teenage face.

 

Chapter 4

 

It was a cold and still October night, and there was not a healthy man in sight. Nicholas pulled up in his Prius to the address the cops had given him. 348 Stygian street. The area was industrial and the building looked to be abandoned on the outside, and it seemed from the peeling posters on the brick exterior that it had previously been a gym or sports bar of some type.

 

Reaching into his pocket he searched around for the tablets the authorities had given him. He pulled out a blister pack labelled ‘XANAX Fast Release’ with a small icon of a naked woman straddling a pill shaped object. He popped one of the pills out and threw it in his mouth. The higher ups had told him that these pills coupled with a strong dose of marijuana would desensitise him to pornography. The authorities were afraid that if he was to be porn tested by the rebels that he would become aroused and his cover would be blown. Truly healthy men didn’t become aroused by pornography as they had real active sex lives. Rebel splinter cells would routinely force new initiates to watch hardcore pornography with a blood flow band attached to their penis in order to check for arousal.

 

He remembered he needed to smoke the Marijuana in conjunction with the Xanax for the desired effect to take place. He pulled the government allocated marijuana cigarette from the cars console and lit it. It was his first time smoking since  before the 3 days war. He slowly toked on the joint cautiously, not wanting to be so dazed that he would blow his cover. As he smoked and spluttered his intense and painful erection began to subside. The sounds of hardcore pornography perpetually playing over the radio became less engaging as the high of the Xanax met with the Marijuana in a sublime and addictive terminus of chemical harmony. 

In another time, another place, another life, he thought he may well have been quite fond of these substances.

 

Butting the joint in the ash tray he exited the car and made his way toward the front of the gym. The front door was boarded up, but he noticed an alleyway ran down the side of the building. Slowly walking down the alley a voice called out from above.

 

‘Who are you?!’

 

‘My names John Baby Burgess, I mean no harm, I wish to join the resistance!’

 

‘The catchphrase guy from the 90’s? You’re way to young to be him. And I’m pretty sure he died years ago, nice try.’

 

‘No of course I’m not the real John Burgess, my parents named me after him because of his lack of sexual appetite, they respected his abstinence.’

 

‘That’s very strange indeed, but I’ll take your word for it. John Burgess was a legend of daytime TV and plastic surgery. He looked like a geriatric ken doll his entire life and with all that power and money he still didn’t fuck. Now that’s self control, anyway I digress!! How did you know to come here?! Be honest or we’ll know.’

 

‘I met a healthy man in a park two weeks ago, he somehow knew I’d been abstinent, and he told me about the resistance and to come to this address.’

 

‘So I suppose if that’s true, he also gave you the password for this building..’

 

Nanthonys heart sunk into his chest, he knew he was gonna get caught out, the only chance he had was to take a wild guess. The drugs he’d taken had suppressed his brain from being inundated with exhausting and addictive thoughts of black men with penises that blocked out the sun and for the first time he felt his brain was operating at an optimised and maximum capacity.

 

Burger eyed and filled with super human chemical clarity he blurted out the words ‘Chastity’

 

The healthy man smiled with relief.

 

‘Welcome brother. We’re glad to have you on board.’

 

Nicholas entered the brightly lit interior of the dilapidated gym. The walls groaned with water damage and the musty smell of chlorine and ammonia lingered on the dense air.

 

‘John did you ever get a chance to see Dances with Wolves before the Ministry of Stimuli replaced it with a pornographic remake?’

 

‘Yeah I did actually! That was a great film. The original I mean, not the remake.’

 

‘Fantastic, I only ask because our naming conventions for this cell are similar to that movie. The ORIGINAL, not the remake. Let me introduce you to everyone.’

 

‘So the guy fiddling with that rubix cube, that’s Avoidstheporn, and to his right is DanceswithPoon, and next to him is Laysthepipe.

 

Oh oh I nearly forgot, and that’s Lovesthepussy on the end there.’

The steroid affected Greek chad lifted his head in menacing acknowledgement and shot a sinister smile toward John, sending a shiver down his spine.

 

His tattered shirt covered in hot sweat was emblazoned with the well known rebel slogan ‘Born To Fuck’.

 

Chapter 5

 

A grey skinned old man sat on the edge of a satin covered bed as a naked young girl entered the hotel room. Her long blond hair flowed down to her supple breasts as she walked over to the man sitting on the bed. His 70 year old liver spotted hands caressed her youthful body. The smell of must and death breath permeated her virginal nostrils.

 

‘You know I used to have a daughter your age..’

 

The girl giggled nervously.

The man began undoing his pants. 

‘Yep, she must’ve been smack bang on 18 when that car hit her. Such a waste. But you my dear are a work of art.’

 

Nicholas lifted his head from the lurid government erotica he’d be allocated to subsist on. The writing had become far less sexy than what he remembered, and his penis remained flaccid. He wasn’t sure if it was the Xanax and Marijuana or the liver spotted man’s hands, but he wasn’t aroused or impressed.

 

Before unlocking the door to the gym toilet. Nanthony was hit with a cool and unexpected wave of nostalgia. He remembered when he’d been down at what had once been the old greyhound track. His pornhound was 19 Calavera, and it had lost him a small fortune.

 

After the fall, greyhounds were outlawed by animal liberation groups and were replaced by porn addicted men chasing a speeding USB stick filled with some of the most coveted and high production value cuckoldery porn available.

 

Nicholas remembered seeing his pornhound lose and clenching his fists in anger

‘Not sick enough…!’

Pornhound track was closer to turtle racing than greyhound. As porn sick men were so physically enfeebled they’d seldom run faster than a slow jogging pace. With no physical constitution, only the lust for pornography powered the machine that was now the human body.

 

A heavy fist banged repeatedly against the toilet door.

 

‘Aye Burgess are you done in there? Finish dropping those black babies off at the pool and get your ass out here, we got a briefing in 5!’

 

Nicholas snapped out of his reminiscent state and scrunched the geriatric literotica into his underwear.

 

‘You weren’t getting sick in there or nothin’ like that were you?’

 

‘No no I was just reminiscing about something, ended up pinching out a pretty dirty log too.’

 

‘That’s the way Burgess! Follow me into the briefing room.’

 

As they walked through the leaking halls of the abandoned gym toward the briefing room, a deep rumble shook the ground.

 

‘What the hell was that sound?’ Nicholas asked lovesthepussy

 

‘We’re not entirely sure, we’ve only heard rumours, it’s been happening all over the city for the last few days.’

 

‘What are the rumours?’

 

‘We believe the government has been filming pornography closer and closer to the earths core. They’ve been using gigantic boring equipment and it’s been destabilising the earth's tectonic plates.’

 

‘That sounds insane, why would they do that?’

 

‘From what we’ve heard there’s ruins of an ancient city, one that’s eluded the history books. The citizens of the city worshipped pornography before electricity was invented, which makes them the only known PBE civilisation. They are seeking to awaken the gods of a pornogrpahic Shangri-La.’

 

‘PBE civilisation?’

 

‘Porn Before Electricity.’

 

‘Ohh I see.. and how do you know all of this?!’

 

‘We have a healthy man on the inside, but he went radio silent some days ago. We fear he may have been turned or killed, or worse.. cucked. Regardless, we must continue on with our mission. If they make it to Shangri-La and film a hardcore porno there we’re likely to be all fucked into non-existence.’

 

‘Fuck that, we’re gonna stop those sick fucks or die trying!!’

 

‘Ooorahhhh Burgess!!’

 

Once having been briefed Nicholas left the rebel hideout and returned to his Prius.

The sick dark streets ached and moaned with the oppressive absenteeism of cotius. He felt conflicted about what to do next. If he was to go rogue and become truly healthy once again the government would have his head, and presumably his anal virginity. 

To stay the course was to sell out the last few healthy men he knew, destroying the final glimmering bastion of male excellence, solidarity and brotherhood. Was it worth the lifetime of 4k pornography the government had promised him? As he pondered his moral predicament his eyes became heavy and he drifted into sleep.

 

Chapter 6

 

Nicholas Anthony holstered his Xanax filled Pez dispenser as he slapped his dad brown chode on the forehead of an amiable rebel girl.

Being in the resistance had its perks, and he was taking full advantage.

 

‘I’ve never seen a cock so fat, is it real or are you cheating?’

 

‘Of course it’s fuckin’ real, whadda ya mean cheating?

 

‘Some rebel guys who are a bit.. smaller.. inject oil into their shafts to make it appear bigger.’

 

‘Nah this is the OG wide load, none of that oil shit, how many of these healthy guys are rockin’ micros?’

 

‘There’s quite a few, but usually they just finger me to make up for it.’

 

‘That’s fuckin’ sad. Although I’d rather be sexually active finger bashing the likes of your brunette ass than be at home watching black fellas run a train on a woman I’ll never meet.’

 

‘Well when you put it that way.. any human interaction is good interaction.’

 

Nicholas slapped his dick playfully on her head as he continued talking.

 

‘For the most part yeah, sitting at home firing off a cucked load to some deviant shit on the internet is so demoralising. I’m a young buck that was born to fornicate. I’m not saying black men don’t have a place. Some of the best wanks I’ve had included them in some manner, they know what they’re doing and they’re doing what they know.’

 

‘That’s really poignant and I agree. Black men have their place, as narrow a place as it is. I think most girls wanna have the Zulu warrior experience once in their life. They offer a service a white guy cannot.’

 

Nicholas recoiled and ceased to slap his dong on her noggin’

 

‘Why can’t a white guy with a thick dick be a bull, I’d don’t fucking unde...’

 

A loud siren interrupted their conversation.

 

Nicholas quickly holstered his ‘gun’ and yanked down hard on his brain bag to make the stiffy disappear. The rebel girl rose to her feet just in time. The sounds of running footsteps echoed down the hall and a stout red faced man appeared in the doorway.

 

“Everyone must report to the briefing room, hurry! There’s been a 401.”

 

“401?” Burgess asked.

 

The mans constipated face contorted with wet frustration and he gave the sort of look only a man with an impacted colon could give.

 

“Just get to the fuckin’ briefing room now you two!!’

 

The man sprint waddled back down the hallway partially inambulant with shit.

 

‘Who the fuck was that?! Nicholas laughed.

 

‘The rebel girl let out a wry smile. That’s Quick Draw McGraw, he’d sooner pull his dick out than look at you.. sometimes he does both.”

 

“HAHAHAHA, you mean that constipated dwarf dude pulls his cock out and stares at people, what a fucking freak hahaha, does he at least have a donkey dong being a dwarf and all?!’

 

“No he actually has a micro penis, but he calls it the ‘inverse gift, he’s very well respected here. He’s currently writing a novel that we’ll be using to get information out to healthy people under the guise of a work of fiction. Not dissimilar to “The Theory and Practice of Oligarchical Collectivism” from 1984 if you remember that. Although McGraws book is called ‘A Dwarf Named Desire’.

 

‘Wait that constipated dwarf dude is an author? And he flashes you all with a kiddy dick? You’re killin’ me here Rochelle!’

 

‘I never said my name was Rochelle.’

 

‘Ahh whatever, on ya knees woman.’

 

The rebel girl once again fell to her knees as the intimidating shadow of the King Kong dong eclipsed her healthy nubile face.

 

The sirens had stopped, but Nicholas had only just begun.


Chapter 7
 

Across the city, 28 year old Shartlo placed down a piece of government allocated erotica on the table in disgust. The’ book’ was called ‘Cornered’ in which a young man struggling with his sexuality, hid from a group of ebony brigands in a gymnasium. It was set before the fall and had started off as a thriller, but soon spiralled into the porn sick mind of the protagonist ‘Xan’. A man who longed to be chased, caught, and cornered. With no escape from the gymnasium, Xan was forced to be black-pack raped much to his deviant pleasure. Shartlo Pikely muttered under his breath in disgust. ‘They don’t make em’ like they used to, so many confused men running into packs of gorillas, it’s the same ending every time..’

Tossing the book off his table, Sharlto returned to his music production studio. As a DJ before the Pornographius Mandatas he had created widely popular electronic music and was on the rise to fame. As such the government had recently commissioned him to create more sterilized music for the PC’s (Porn Clubs). In which men and women would stand idly on either side of a dark room in separated groups whilst hardcore pornography played on monitors lining the walls. Pikely’s job was to create a type of music that would accompany the pornography, and paradoxically both arouse and disuade the patrons from touching each other. It wasn’t uncommon for most revellers at porn clubs to have their heads buried in their phones, taking refuge in more private and hardcore content the clubs couldn’t afford to offer.

Having a moment of mental block, Shartlo took a toke of his vaporizer. The high pitched low quality sound of a young girl orgasming increased in volume the deeper he inhaled. As his ears stopped ringing and rebalanced, the soothing nicotine high washed over him, and he remembered a time when vape batteries lasted longer and the sound of orgasms were sacred.

 

Chapter 8

 

 

It was December 7th and Nicholas had become fatigued with his undercover work. Uncertain with where his loyalties lay he thought it best to consult an old friend.

Wiping the grime off his porn studded iPhone, he dialled his friend Sharlto.

The phone let out a dull ringing sound, masked by the background noise of pornography playing.

 

“Hello?”

 

“Aye Sharlto, it’s Nicky bro, how you doing?

 

“Ohh! G’day Nicholas, haven’t heard from you in a while man, how’s ya sickness?”

 

“It’s been too long man, my sickness is.. complicated, I think it would be best to talk in person if possible?”

 

“Sorry man I didn’t hear that the porn they’ve got playing in the background of my phone has gotten louder since Telstra introduced the new mandates.”

 

“Dude the porn is loud on my end too, it sounds like a Russian late teen is gettin’ it but I can’t be sure. Can you meet with me in person in an hour at porno park?’

 

‘Porno park in an hour? Yeah I can do that see you then man.’

 

Sharlto and Nanthony sat on a park bench together at porno park, before the fall it had been a well tended garden, and it’s name had been different but they’d both seemed to have forgotten. The grass was still green and the trees still lush with leaves but the ground was littered with cheap pornographic material. Loud speakers in each quadrant of the park blasted the distorted audio of a sex scene involving a group of geriatric men deliberating with a pregnant women over what act they were going to perform on her.

 

Sharlto sighed “I remember when we used to come here before the fall. It was so serene, peaceful. I never even used to think of orgasms and old men when we’d come here. Sure there’d occasionally be a pregnant woman pushing a pram around but we all assumed someone had already gotten her and everyone just relaxed. Things are so different now..” 

 

“There’s something I’ve gotta tell you man.”

 

“What is it? You sound worried..”

 

“Sharlto I’m trusting you with my life here, do I have your word this will not leave this porn.. uh I mean park.”

 

“You have my word man, you’re my oldest friend and I would never do you wrong.”

 

“Alright man”

 

Nicholas pensively grabbed his cock and leaned into Sharltos ear.

 

“I’ve been working for the resistance, I’ve been healthy for the better part of 3 months now.”

 

“The resistance actually exists? I thought it was just a myth?”

 

“It exists man, they’re planning to change things, and tear down the whole edifice.”

 

“You’re healthy then? When’s the last time you wanked?!”

 

“Dude I haven’t wanked in months.”

 

“Months? I find that hard to believe.”

 

“Well I’ve wanked, just not to hardcore stuff, and I ended up getting my knob gobbled by some thot from the resistance!”

 

“Wait you’re saying you’re sexually active and it wasn’t on a porn set? Man they’d hang you if they found out, you gotta be careful.”

 

“I know man, it’s all so crazy. I’ve been swept up into this dangerous world of coitus and espionage, it’s surreal. It feels like I’m a character in some uninspired work of fiction, but this is real life and I might really have a chance to make a difference.”

 

“Why did you call me to meet?”

 

“Well.. I feel at a crossroads man. The government sent me undercover to identify the resistance and their plans so they can be expunged, but since getting to know the healthy people involved I can’t bring myself to turn them in.”

 

“What did the government offer you for going undercover?”

“They said they’d wipe my record.. I got caught some time back fucking around on a train and they full busted me and knew that I hadn’t been wanking and shit. They said they’d pull that off my record, and if I managed to lead them to the resistance they’d reward me with a lifetime master password to some of the latest 4k porn websites they've been putting up.

 

“Wow.. that is an attractive offer, I can see why you’re conflicted. 4k really is the future. But then again so is having sex with women.”

 

“That was my thinking too man. Why watch it on a screen when you can do it with some healthy young rebel brunette. Man this chick was pulling on my bag just as I brained in her mou…”

 

“Ok that’s enough man, if I can’t see it on a screen I don’t wanna hear about it unless I can do it.”

 

“Sorry sorry man, it’s just been a rollercoaster recently and I haven’t had anyone to talk to about this. I need to know though man. If I should run into trouble siding with the resistance, can I call on you to back me up? I know you have contacts in the music world and their tendrils run deep into the government.”

 

“It sounds like a dangerous proposition but after everything you’ve talked about.. The Resistance, your nut sack, healthy women, it makes me wanna fight too.”

 

“Thankyou man, I really appreciate it. When the time is appropriate, you should join the resistance too. But you’d have to make sure you were clear of porno for at last a few weeks, they test for that shit.”

 

“Wait but how did you pass their tests if you were still wanking to softcore?”

“The gov suits gave me some Xanax and Marijuana to mask the sickness. Not only did it work it gave me the most sublime high.”

“You’re lucky they could supply you with suppression medication, going cold turkey is gonna be hard but I think I can do it.”
 

“Atta boy, turn that monitor off and channel that energy into rage, and when it’s time for me to call on you, we will go to war.”

 

Chapter 9

 

Dusk began to fall as Nicholas Anthony walked happily away from his rendezvous with Sharlto. With a joint in hand, and a now trusty ally on call, he felt at ease with his current situation. Leaving the wrought iron gates of Pornoria Gardens, Nicholas jogged to the other side of the road narrowly missing a speeding car with high volume bassy pornography playing.

The sky was broken with cracks of orange amongst the black, and as he admired its apocalyptic beauty the sound of distressed panting filled his ears. Nanthony shot around to find a young sweaty and distressed man barely able to stand behind him.

 

“Oh my god you’ve gotta help me, please I beg you, I’ll do anything please just don’t let them get me!”

 

Nicholas took a deep drag of his joint knowing full well something was about to unfold.

 

“Settle down my dude, what the fuck is going on? Who’s gonna get you?”

 

“It’s The Others, they’re coming we have to go now!!.”

 

“The Others? Who are they?”

 

“I took a shortcut home from work, they saw me and they’ve been following me, do you have a car? I will pay you as many Porn Coins as you want I don’t care I just wanna get out of here now please I’m begging you.”

 

“It sounds like you’ve gotten yourself into a hell of a situation man, but rest easy, My car is just around the cor..”

 

Before Nicholas could finish, the heavy sound of steel tipped boots could be heard ominously and loudly banging on the pavement, nearing closer and closer.

Nicholas turned his head to the mouth of the street to see a 6 foot tall man in a floral dress and combat boots terminator sprinting toward them. The poorly applied lipstick and facial hair was an immediate giveaway.

 

“Is that one of The Others you were talking about?’

 

“Yes that’s them, fucking run we need to get to your car!!”

 

Nicholas and the distressed man hastily made their way to the car.

 

Inserting the key into the ignition the Prius’ lit up into action, the sound of hardcore pornography automatically played as Nicholas stepped on the accelerator.

 

“Faster faster it’s gaining on us!”

 

Nick looked in the rear view mirror to see The Other running like an athlete in an apocalypse toward the car. Steadily gaining on them.

 

‘We’re fucked we’re so fucked I don’t wanna die I don’t wanna die.’

 

Nick once again peered into the rear vision mirror and as he did the man lunged onto the back of the car, narrowly avoiding slipping off.’

 

The man tore a piece of dress off with his teeth and wrapped it around his hand. The sound of glass breaking deafened their ears. The back window collapsed in on itself as the whining grunts of the sinister non-binary pursuant struck fear into their very souls.

 

Nick took a final deep drag of his joint and looked over at his distressed passenger.

 

“Hey buddy, buckle up.”

 

The man shot Nick a frightened look and fastened his seatbelt immediately.

 

The Other had almost oozed his way into the back seat of the car as the smell of undeniably male body odour and mental illness stung their nostrils.

 

Nicholas turned around and shot a look at the dress wearing porn sick beast of the night clinging onto the back of the car.

 

“The boogeyman isn’t real. 

I don’t believe in the boogeyman.”

 

As the words left his mouth he slammed his foot down on the breaks. The pre-op floral enthusiasts body was violently flung through the car into the interior windscreen. With his vision obscured Nanthony lost control of the vehicle and slammed into a tree.

 

A deafening bang was heard as the Prius’ battery block exploded into a ball of flames. The Others body was wedged through the front of the windscreen, exposing a large scrotum adorning a beetroot red micro penis.

 

“Wow you fucking smoked that thing!! I didn’t know they could be killed!!”

 

“That guy in a dress? Everyone’s gotta punch their fuckin’ time card soon enough, why is that soy boy immune?”

 

Nicholas and the nervous man sprinted from the car wreck and ran for as long as they could muster. Finally finding a bridge to rest under out of sight they fell to their knees gasping for air.

 

‘What was that thing? It dressed like a woman but had the physical stature and prowess of a man!”

 

“It was one of The Others!!”

 

“But what are they!?”

 

“You really don’t know?!”

 

“No I fucking don’t, tell me! We nearly just died!”

 

“Ok ok. They’re men.. just like you or I, who’ve been sick for a very very long time, some say they were sick before the fall. Some say they became sick post mandate. Nevertheless, they have delved into some of the deepest and darkest depths of the pornographic world, and as such have been twisted and contorted by the content. They hunt healthy men, and sometimes even other sick men. They are machines, driven by an infernal desire to turn those of us who would assume their gender.

 

‘What the fuck, why don’t the police do something?’

 

‘The police leave them alone, as their condition is a result of engaging in too much pornographic media. How would they punish them? Make them watch more porn? It’s not worth the paperwork.’

 

‘Fuckk.. so they’re acting with total impunity? Running unbridled throughout society hunting and seeking our nut sacks. That’s frightening. I can’t believe I didn’t know about this sooner!’

 

‘Well now you know! I can’t thank you enough for rescuing me, here’s all the Porn Coins I have on me, it’s not much but it’s all I have!’

 

‘Nah man forget the Coins, you taught me some valuable shit today, and we ended up turning that mixed up maxi dress wearing freak into a crispy critter. It wasn’t half bad a day really.’

 

‘Really? We nearly died, and your car is totally destroyed!’

 

‘Fuck it, it’s a Prius.’

 

Nick high fived the nervous man and walked off home like a hero. With a stomach full of Xanax and a breadth of new knowledge to fight the impending Porn War, he felt more in control of his own destiny than ever before.


 


Submitted: October 21, 2020

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