Chapter Text
The last couple of weeks had been a chaotic blur for Aaron. It all started when he and his dad were watching football while spread out on the couch. Halfway through the game, the program was interrupted by an emergency broadcast. The two of them were startled as the living room was bathed in blue light from the TV, before it cut to a government spokesman.
“Greetings. I am interrupting your normal programming to announce the largest judicial and legislative reform in modern history. This reform will rework the nation to its very core, and bring along a new era of prosperity for all.”
Aaron felt a sense of unease as he looked over to his dad, even as he stayed glued to the screen.
“As many of you already know, the continuous emigration of able-bodied women has hit a critical breaking-point, and left the nation with an over-abundance of increasingly non-cooperative men. If nothing is done about this, we will soon bear witness to the dissolution of our nation’s social fabric. We have attempted a plethora of more moderate solutions, from tax rebates to remigration incentives, yet none have worked. Therefore, congress has just elected to enact a more… radical solution.”
The spokesman paused to look over his script, as Aaron tightened his grip on the couch’s armrest.
“The core issue of this demographic crisis is the lack of appropriate outlets for men’s “frustrations”. As such, congress has approved a new, swathing legislation to tackle this issue head on. This act will seek to establish a new government agency, the Inadequate Male Redesignation Program, or I.M.R.P. for short.”
Aaron began wondering if this was some sort of elaborate prank, had their local station been hacked? He went to check his phone, only to be met by the same broadcast on his screen, as he was unable to exit it.
“Under this program, all men between the age of 18 and 35 are to undergo complete physical and psycological evaluations. Any that are found possesing an alarming amount of counterproductive traits are paired with a ‘custodian’ from the pool of adequate men. They will then undergo extensive procedures to fit into their new roles in society. Participation is mandatory, and failure to cooperate will be met with severe punishment.”
Aaron felt a growing pit in his stomach, as he stared on in disbelief. He had heard rumours of the government trying to hide something big. People were whispering about new facilities being constructed across the nation, flanked by heavily armed guardsmen. Still, that had only been in the big cities, as far as he was aware. He hadn’t paid it any mind up until this point, as the rumours were confined to word of mouth and the occasional, obscure web-forum.
“This can’t be real, right…? Dad?”
“Wha- I… yeah. Crazy stuff, Huh?”
His dad yawned and straightened his back against the couch, knocking over a beer bottle in the process. He was drunk again. Aaron cursed under his breath, getting up to bring a broom and clean up.
The next day, Aaron was called in to the only clinic in town to be examined and evaluated. As his dad dropped him off, Aaron was quickly dismayed to see a growing line of young men forming outside the clinic’s entrance. He could recognise a couple of them, a neighbour here and a friend there, all of them wearing the same forlorn expression. Aaron resigned himself to the back of the line, already beginning to pick up a sweat as the sun glared down on the crowd from above.
After almost an hour, Aaron made it inside the building. It was clear that it had been flooded by the sudden influx of men, as overwhelmed staff scurried around from one room to the other. Aaron wondered how they would be able to examine all of them, as he glanced back to the ever-growing line behind him.
He was eventually called in to one of the examination rooms, where he was met by the imposing frame of a foreign looking doctor. He didn’t look like any of the local physicians that Aaron would recognise. Maybe he was brought in from out of town? The man shook his hand with a firm grip, and gestured him towards the examination table, as he began looking over Aaron’s chart.
“Aaron Haynes, right?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“Great. I’m Dr. Grant, and I’ll be overseeing your examination today.”
Aaron felt a bit queasy, but listened silently.
“We will begin with an average physical evaluation. It’s nothing special, just some height and weight measurements.”
Aaron had to strip to his underwear, before having his height measured and stepping on a scale. He wasn’t especially bothered by this predicament, he had worked hard to build up his physique, and was proud to show it off. He even found it slightly amusing to see the doctor’s eyes linger a little too long on his defined abs.
He was about to start putting his pants on when the doctor interrupted him.
“Sorry, but there’s still another thing we need to evaluate…”
“And what’s that?”
“Your… Genitalia.”
“What!? Why?”
“It’s just a part of the program. There are multiple standards for inadequacy, you know?”
“I- Fine, just get it over with. But if I catch you peeking for too long-”
“Mr. Haynes.”
“Yeah, yeah. Just do it.”
Aaron pulled his underwear down, releasing his package. He took pride in his sizeable member, he had been well aware of the gossip being spread around his old school, and the attention that it brought. He loved seeing the jealousy in the eye’s of his teammates whenever they got dressed.
“Oh, well… That is quite a member you’ve got packing down there!”
“Shove it.”
“Uh, right. Let’s see here…”
The doctor pulled out a measuring tape and quickly got to work.
“21.5 centimetres, circumcised.”
The doctor jotted it down on his notepad, before returning to Aaron’s member, this time going lower.
“Testicles…” He paused for a moment. “1.6 centimetres, anteroposterior…”
“What? It that bad?”
“Um. No, no… It’s perfectly fine…”
The doctor quickly scribbled in his notepad.
Before Aaron could ask anymore questions, the doctor handed him a small plastic cup.
“As for the final part of your physical evaluation, we’re going to need a semen sample.”
“What?! Hell no! I’m not jerkin’ off in front of some pervert doctor!”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be in another room. Didn’t you want to ‘just get it over with’? Well, it’ll be over before you know it.”
Aaron held the cup in his shaking hands, a million thoughts racing through his head. He looked up to see the doctor get up from his chair, rumage through one of his drawers, and pull up a magazine, before throwing it at Aaron. He caught it without issue.
“Here, this should help. Knock yourself out.”
As the doctor exited the room, Aaron got a good look at the cover of the magazine. It was adorned with a scantily clad, busty blonde woman. Aaron could feel a small twitch in his member, as he began flipping through the pages of the porno. Eventually, he landed on an image of girl in a maid outfit. It would suffice.
He jerked off at a rapid pace, looking to finish the whole ordeal as soon as possible. It proved a little difficult, however, as he hadn’t been provided any lube. Still, he neared completion quickly, maybe a little too quickly. He was about to bust all over the page when he remembered what he was supposed to do, and haphazardly reoriented his member towards the cup. He held the tip of his penis over the cup as he came, letting most his load dribble into it, although some went outside. He didn’t give it much thought, as he called for the doctor.
With the physical examination over, he was then introduced to the psychological evaluation. It consisted of nothing more than a short questionnaire, with some answers already filled out, such as his place of residence and age. The rest of the quiz asked for some general information about his mental health, alongside what he did in his free time. Most of it went by in a breeze, but he had to pause at the last question.
State your sexuality.
Why would they ask him that? Weird. Still, he confidently answered.
“Straight.”
With that, he handed over the questionnaire to the doctor, who gave him the go-ahead to leave. He strode out of the building, taking note of the line that had grown to wrap around the block. The sun had already begun to set, what a waste of his day.
Meanwhile, the doctor held the cup of Aaron’s load up to a light. He noted its rather miniscule volume and its clearness, before depositing it in a box, ready to be shipped off for further examination.
In the following days, the gravity of the situation became clear to everyone. In the big cities and some larger suburbs, men started receiving yellow envelopes in the mail, informing them that they had been declared as ‘inadequate males’, and were enrolled in the I.M.R.P. immediately. They were given the option of finding an adequate male to act as their custodian, or being assigned one. They were then shipped off to government facilities to be ‘redesignated’.
No one in Aaron’s rural town knew exactly what happened after that. Only that after their redesignation, formerly proud men walked out of those facilities as docile, submissive toys to be played with as their custodians saw fit.
The first couple of day went by in a frenzy. Everyone in town was kept in a constant state of suspense, frantically waiting for the day a new government facility would open nearby, or a yellow envelope arrive in the mail. Yet, even as the I.M.R.P continued its rampage across cities, it seemed as if the countryside was left untouched.
Days turned into weeks, as people gradually returned to business as usual. They were still worried of couse, but as the I.M.R.P’s campaign in the cities started winding down, some men in town started to let out a sigh of relief. They began growing comfortable and letting their guards down. Maybe that was the point.
Aaron had been out for an afternoon run when he started noticing that something felt off. He could hear yelling in the distance, it got louder as he took out his headphones, before it abruptly cut off. Aaron stood still for a moment, when he heard a loud horn going off behind him. A massive truck was speeding down the road, barely giving Aaron any time to jump to the side. He landed on his butt as he swore out to the driver. However, as the truck sped past him, Aaron was given a second to see the decal on the side of the container it was carrying.
I.M.R.P.
“Shit. Shitshitshit.”
Aaron ran, and he ran fast. He could hear more yelling in the distance, alongside the sound of glass shattering. As he made it to his street, he saw another guy running frantically, before running into his house and locking the doors. Aaron looked around. Every house had its curtains closed, with some of them even having furniture pressed up against the windows. As he made it to his door, he could he the rumbling of engines in the distance.
Aaron made his way inside, making sure to lock the door behind him and start pulling down the drapes. He ran from room to room, trying to secure the house in any way possible, until he made it to the kitchen. The lights were on, and in middle of the room, laying on the kitchen table, was a yellow envelope.
Aaron stood still and held his breath for what felt like an eternity. Eventually, he began slowly walking towards the table, picking up the envelope with shaky hands, and pulling out the letter within it.
“Dear Aaron Haynes, you have been selected to participate in the Inadequate Male Redesignation Program (I.M.R.P.). All subjects of the I.M.R.P. are obligated to select a male custodian, and appear at their closest Redesignation Facility within 24 hours of notice delivery. Failure to appear on time will be met with forcible retrieval. Failure to select a custodian within the given time limit will result in the subject being allocated a custodian from a pool of volunteers. Once a custodian has been selected and registered, no withdrawals or replacements will be allowed. Participation is mandatory, cooperation is rewarded. Glory to The Nation.”
Aaron let go of the letter, allowing it to fall to the ground. He could hear his own heartbeat, as adrenaline rushed through his veins.
“Aaron?”
Aaron was startled out of his mind. He jerked around, half-expecting a government agent stand behind him, ready to take him then and there.
“D-dad? Where have you been?!”
“I was out, looking for you! I tried calling but you wouldn’t pick up the phone!”
Liam pulled his phone out of his pocket, but didn’t see any notifications. As a matter of fact, he didn’t even have service. Had they shut down the satellite coverage?
“I didn’t- When did you get the letter?”
“About an hour ago…”
“Okay… Okay! We still have time to figure something out! I- I don’t know whether they’ve cut off the roads too, but maybe you can drive across the fiel-”
“Look Aaron I- I…”
Aaron was confused by his dad’s somber expression.
“…I think it would be best if you went with them.”
“What?”
“It’s just that- If you think about-”
“Dad. You can’t be serious. You’ve seen what happens to redesignated guys, What they’ll do to me!”
“I know but-”
“They’re nothing more than glorified sex-toys! Why the fuck would I eve-”
“Listen to me!”
Aaron was taken aback by his dad’s explosive outburst.
“Don’t you think I don’t know what’ll happen? What they’ll do to my son?!”
“Yes, that’s why we need to-”
“That’s why you can’t run away. What do you think’ll happen when they catch you, hm?”
“I-”
“You want to talk about glorified sex-toys? If they catch you, you won’t just be assigned to some stranger, they’ll mount you in a public toilet! You’ll be nothing more than a stationary set of holes!”
“That’s if they catch me! I’m sure that if you help me, we could-”
“No. I’m not letting you do that. We still have time to work something out on our own terms. I’ve been talking to Robert and-”
“What the fuck does Robert know about anything?! He’s just some divorced drunkard you keep around!”
“Don’t talk about him like that. You know what he’s been through, and you know how close we-”
“I’m not dealing with this shit.”
Aaron began walking upstairs, each and every step pounding on the floor.
“Aaron. Aaron!”
He slammed the door to his room shut. He began pulling out and rummaging through his dressers and drawers, jamming anything he thought useful into his backback. It’s original contents were emptied out on his bed. Just as he was finished packing, he heard a knocking at the downstairs door. Then, the ringing of their doorbell. Then, the sound of the door being opened. His dad had let them in.
“That fucker!”
He had to get out. Aaron knew he couldn’t go downstairs anymore, he could hear multiple people talking in the living room. What else could he do? Maybe he could jump out of the window? No, that’s too far. Or is it? He could hear people begining to walk upstairs.
“Shit!”
What other options were there? He ran across his room and pulled his window open. Jumping from the second story would definitely hurt, but it wouldn’t kill him. He could hear the voices just outside his door.
“Fuck it.”
He jumped out. Landing on his feet before pushing out into a roll. He laid still for a moment, having had the air in his lungs forcibly pushed out. Eventually, he managed to get up. He was definitely pretty bruised up, but nothing seemed broken. Aaron couln’t waste a second. He began running into the tree-line behind his house, never turning around to see if they were following him as he made his way deeper into the forest.