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The Boys of Colony Theta Ch.08

Author's Note:

This is the eighth chapter of The Boys of Colony Theta, where we pick up Jim's story as he finds himself put into service in Colony Theta's Fertilisation Sector as a stud male charged with getting women pregnant and keeping the human race alive.

All characters are over 18. Any resemblances to any person(s) or company(ies) depicted herein are entirely coincidental and unintended. (I pick names etc. totally at random!)

I hope you enjoy Chapter Eight -- please feel free to post comments and feedback (as long as it's nice :P )

The Boys of Colony Theta - Chapter 8: Jim's Story, Part 1

Orientation, Induction, Decontamination... And Unwanted Erections

Jim sighed heavily as he was led away by the woman who had introduced herself as Annette, not knowing if he would ever see his two friends Danny and Harry ever again. Certainly, they had all agreed to reunite at Trafalgar Square in the heart of London in five years time, when Jim's service as a breeding male was due to be completed and he would finally be released from the sterile confines of the breeding colony. But so much could happen between then and now that could scupper their reunion plans from ever happening. He mused sourly about the prospect of what the next 1,826 days held in store for him. If what he had heard about the Fertilisation Sector of the breeding colony was true, he would be expected to mate with a randomly selected female at least four times in a single day, five days per week. Jim hastily did the mental calculation and surmised in shock that it meant that he would have to have sex over 1,000 times a year!

If what he had heard was true, he wondered equally if perhaps it was just scaremongering. None of the boys in the Rearing Sector of the colony ever had any contact with the 'business end of the operation', since the four main sectors of the colony were completely sealed off from each other for contamination control reasons. So how on earth could those rumours have spread among the young boys of the breeding colony? Perhaps it came from overheard snippets of conversation between some of the women that ran the facility, Jim pondered. Or maybe from some other form of evidence, anecdotal or otherwise. Whatever its source, Jim desperately hoped it wasn't entirely true.

Annette, escorted Jim along a long series of corridors - he was the thirtieth boy she had escorted along these passageways so far that day, and her day was far from over. By the time her shift came to an end, she and her colleague expected to have escorted three hundred of them. But it was necessary.

Necessary so that the quota could be maintained - supply always had to meet demand.

Jim eventually found himself ushered into a large room filled with chairs, lined up in rows like some kind of mute regiment of four legged soldiers on parade. Some of the chairs were already occupied with boys just like him, dressed in their familiar grey uniform of shirts, knee-length kilts and socks and simple black shoes. Each and every boy however, was unique in every other way. Some were taller, some were shorter. Some had blonde hair, some had dark hair. Some had blue eyes, some had brown eyes. Some had pale skin, some had dark skin. Other boys stood milling around the room nervously, just like him not knowing what was in store for them and most likely just as depressed as Jim about being denied the chance to see the outside world for at least the next five years.

"You may take a seat if you wish." Annette instructed him, "Your orientation will begin later. Until then you are to wait in here. There are refreshments provided in the corner over there as you may be here for some time and there are toilets just through that door in the corner. Make sure you take the opportunity to use them - once the induction and orientation process begins there won't be another opportunity to go until you have been escorted to your barracks. Since the process can take several hours if I were you I'd take my advice, it would be a good idea that you try and empty your bladder and refrain from drinking too much in the meantime."

Without so much as another word she turned and left the room, presumably to go back to the discharge offices and pick up another boy to be taken to the Fertilisation Sector.

The room was windowless, since it was underground, and pretty bare and utilitarian with simple white walls unadorned with any form of decoration. Illumination came from above in the form of dozens of lights embedded in the ceiling, the floor beneath them was simple grey linoleum. Facing opposite the ranks of chairs was a large screen on the wall behind a desk set on a low dais. The screen was totally blank save for the words 'Welcome, new inductees' in plain red lettering. Just as the woman had mentioned, a table stood at the far end of the room with the promised refreshments. What was provided was little more than a selection of dried bars of cereals, nuts and pulses and the only liquid refreshment came in the form of small bottles of water. Hardly any of which had been touched.

Jim was surprised at how little conversation there was in the room, he supposed that like him, they were all too lost in their own thoughts to want to be talkative at that moment. Instead, he simply took a seat next to a dark skinned boy whom he had seen once or twice before around the colony but had never really made his acquaintance.

To his surprise, the boy turned out to be quite talkative. He introduced himself as Kulvinder, sired from the British Asian stock of the breeding colony.

"This is kind of exciting in a way." The boy said in his accent that was so evocative of the Indian subcontinent that his ancestors originated from.

"Exciting? How??" Jim replied, "I mean, how can being dragged in here to spend the next five years completely naked and being forced to copulate over and over again with women we've never met before when there is a whole world out there that we're not going to have a chance to explore, possibly be exciting?"

"I don't mean exciting in that sense." Kulvinder replied, "I mean that it is exciting to be doing one's part in repopulating the world. I guess it must be different for you, after all, your racial sector isn't as endangered as mine. With so few of us left I consider it an honour to be able to say that I will be siring a new generation of British Asians."

In the days before the near annihilation of the male population, the British Asian community was one of many ethnic minorities that were present in sizeable communities up and down the country. They were primarily descendants of an influx of immigrants from India, Pakistan and Bangladesh in the days following the partition of the Indian subcontinent after the many years of British colonial rule. Ever since then, they represented a vibrant community within the British Isles. But they were always a minority, and during the time of the Andrasta plague the health authority could only save only a tiny number of healthy British Asian males before the disease ran out of control. In fact, four centuries later, every single British Asian could trace their ancestry back to one of just 11 males that had been safely sealed underground.

As a result, the British Asian population had become somewhat endangered. Their rarity meant that on the outside, Asian males with their dark hair and exotic complexion made them become a somewhat valued commodity, often fetching very high prices. Because of this, the authorities of Breeding Colony Theta decreed that rather than 1 in 10 of all males in the majority white British population being retained for breeding purposes, half of all British Asian males were kept back and put to work fathering the next generation of British Asian children.

Roughly ten minutes later, another woman entered with another boy by her side, repeating the very same words the first woman had said to him when she had deposited him in the windowless room.

"I wonder how many boys there will be with us?" Kulvinder speculated.

"Well, assuming that each one of us gets a chair I would estimate at least a couple of hundred, possibly even more." Jim replied.

Five hours later, no fewer than 300 boys had been escorted and seated in the room. It was only once every single seat was occupied that the formal induction process began.

A tall, smartly dressed woman entered the now crowded room from a door in the corner. She took her place at the front of the room with a confident stride that illustrated to all the boys in the room that she meant business.

"Please, everyone take your seats!" She called out over the chatter.

She wore a sharp grey business suit that had obviously been tailored specifically, and most likely at great expense, exclusively for her. A laminated ID badge had been clipped to her left breast pocket that displayed her name below a picture of her face and a QR code. Her blonde hair had been cropped short, as was appropriate for a respectable woman of her standing - long hair was seen as un-feminine in the post Andrasta world. In fact, the once normally accepted standards for female beauty that once required the application of makeup, powders, lotions, hair styling and clothes, had fallen pretty much by the wayside and women now dressed and maintained themselves in a much more historically masculine way.

This had largely come about as a result of the wars that had been fought between the various factions that vied for political power in the decades that followed the devastation of the Andrasta plague. There was no place for lipstick and long hair on the battlefield after all. Coupled with the scarcity of supply in wartime and a newfound sense of liberation, the use of makeup and other cosmetic products for women simply fell by the wayside. In this day and age it was a male's duty to look attractive, and the standards of beauty that they had to maintain were similar to those that women had historically been accountable to. Males didn't walk around sporting lipstick or eye shadow or anything like that, but they were expected to have a near perfect complexion and to maintain themselves at the peak of physical fitness and to dress in as pleasingly alluring a manner as they could.

But these new standards for male physical beauty and style did not apply in the Fertilisation Sector of Breeding Colony Theta, as the woman was about to explain.

"Good afternoon boys." The woman said once all of the assembled boys had taken their seats, "Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Alison Tyrell, and I am the chief director of the Fertilisation Sector here at Breeding Colony Theta. From now on, you are to address all members of staff as Mistress. You are not little boys any more, you are fully grown males, and as such you must address all women in an appropriate manner. So there's no time like the present, repeat after me. Yes Mistress Tyrell."

"Yes Mistress Tyrell." The assembled boys murmured.

"Louder! I can't hear you!" Tyrell said sternly, banging her hand on the desk before her.

"Yes Mistress Tyrell!" The boys said in unison.

"That's better. From now on, any of you boys who fail to address a woman appropriately shall be punished. Is that clear?"

"Yes Mistress Tyrell!" The boys intoned once again.

"Good. Now then, you are all here because you have been selected to remain here at the breeding colony and be set to work as breeding males, or Copulators as we prefer to call them. I know all of you had hoped that you would be discharged into the outside world to go and explore and see all the exciting things that you have seen in books and films, but the practicalities of maintaining and growing the population must take a priority, and that is where you come in. Over the course of the next five years you will be engaged in siring as many offspring as you possibly can. Now, over the next few hours you shall all be formally inducted into the Fertilisation Sector. You have all been subjected to a physical examination to ensure that you are free of any diseases or any form of parasites before your meeting with the discharge officer, so you are all deemed to be healthy enough to be put into service. But before you can enter the Fertilisation Sector you shall all have to be thoroughly cleaned and disinfected to ensure the sterile environment of the colony. You will then all be issued with identification markings and then you shall be escorted to your barracks where you shall have a few days to acclimatise to the environment within the Fertilisation Sector before being put into service. Only once you have been put into service will your five-year duty as Copulators actually begin. Okay, now to explain things a little more fully please watch the following presentation."

Tyrell tapped a small blue square of light that suddenly appeared on the wall next to the screen in front of them. Immediately, the lights dimmed and the screen came to life.

"On behalf of the Global Repopulation and Fertility Administration of the United Global Council, welcome to the Fertilisation Sector of Breeding Colony Theta, and to your new lives as Copulators." came the unseen voice-over of a woman recorded in some studio many years earlier.

"Your lives as boys are now over, from this day forth you are fully grown males and all of you have the honour of becoming fathers to a whole new generation of boys and girls that will one day live in the outside world together."

The screen changed to show a plan view of the four main sectors of the breeding colony, housed within immense domes of varying sizes and connected by a centralised network of subterranean corridors, passageways and administration and maintenance buildings. The four sectors were labeled as Maternity Sector, Rearing Sector, Discharge Sector and Fertilisation Sector. The four sectors were not of equal size: - the Rearing Sector, where all the thousands of boys born every year were raised from infancy to adulthood was by far the largest, measuring almost two miles across. The Discharge Sector and the Maternity Sector were of roughly equal size at just over a third of a mile in diameter, while the Fertilisation Sector where all of the breeding males were kept and where they were to be put to work siring a new generation of children, was just over a mile across and divided into several smaller interconnected domes.

The display centered on the Fertilisation Sector, leaving the other three sectors to fade into the background as the commentary continued.

"Over the last 18 years you have lived in the Rearing Sector where you have all grown from tiny babies into strong and healthy adult males. But it is now time to move you on to a new chapter in your lives as Copulators. In order to maintain a stable and sustainable population growth, a number of males must be selected for breeding purposes from every group of males that reaches maturity. The Fertilisation Sector of this facility is subdivided into several smaller zones. The zones where you shall spend most of your time are the accommodation zone, where the main barracks are located, where breeding males sleep and where the catering and bathing facilities are located, and the recreation zone where Copulators can spend their free time taking part in a wide range of recreational activities."

The screen zoomed in on the largest two of the three separate domes that comprised the Fertilisation Sector.

"The largest domes are the recreation zone and the accommodation zone, here you will find ample facilities for rest and recreation including a gymnasium, swimming pool, games and sports facilities, and a full sized theatre and movie screening facility that can seat up to 500. All breeding males are encouraged to spend at least two hours per day in sports and fitness activities in order to maintain an acceptable level of physical fitness and stamina. In order to minimise any risk of injury, all sports are strictly non-contact but there is still a wealth of sports available such as tennis, cricket, baseball, athletics, squash, badminton and of course swimming, to name just a few. Regular tournaments and competitions are held throughout the year and participation is strongly encouraged. The accommodation zone consists of numerous blocks of barracks that incorporate showering facilities, and a large mess hall for meals and socialising."

The screen then centered on the third and smallest of the three zones.

"The smallest zone of the Fertilisation Sector is the mating zone, perhaps the most important zone in the entire breeding colony, for it is here that women are brought in to mate with the breeding males and to hopefully be successfully fertilised. All women, once they reach the age of 18, must register to be drafted into the breeding program and must by law be able to become available for mating when called upon by the administration of the breeding program. Once they have been called up they must report to the maternity sector of the breeding colony within 14 days. They shall then be subjected to a series of physical examinations and tests to ensure that they are healthy enough to be able to go forward and be mated. They are also tested to calculate their next ovulation to maximise the chances of successful conception. Once their ovulation date is established, they are sent into the mating zone where they are assigned a male selected for them based on a number of criteria including racial and genetic compatibility, and physical criteria such as height, eye colour, hair colour etc. Over a three-day period, the woman is encouraged to mate with her assigned male as many times as is possible, with a minimum of three matings per day. Once the three-day period is up, the male shall be returned to the accommodation zone to rest and recuperate and the woman shall be sent back to the Maternity Sector where she shall remain until she can be tested to determine if she has successfully become pregnant. If she becomes pregnant, she then remains in the Maternity Sector where she will be monitored and looked after until she gives birth. If she does not become pregnant, she is discharged but must remain available for at least a second attempt at fertilisation within six months."

The screen then focused back to the overview of the Fertilisation Sector.

"In order to ensure the optimal conditions that increase the fertility of the breeding stock, the environment within the Fertilisation Sector is carefully monitored and maintained at a constant temperature and humidity. In addition to this, it is required that all breeding males be naked at all times during their five year period of service. This is to ensure that the testicles are maintained at precisely the correct temperature to maintain optimum levels of spermatogenesis and so that they are not constricted in any way by clothing that may interfere with fertility. Breeding males are also fed a carefully controlled diet rich in proteins, iron, zinc and magnesium, to further boost their fertility."

The screen then returned to the plan view of the entire breeding colony.

"Once you have completed your five years of service you shall be returned to the Discharge Sector where a review of your performance shall be held and it will be revealed to you exactly how many babies you have fathered during your time here. Finally, on behalf of the Global Repopulation and Fertility Administration of the United Global Council, we would like to thank you for your participation and your continuing patience over the next five years."

The screen faded to black and the lights in the room were brought back up. Two more women, barefoot and dressed only in what appeared to be thin, almost paper-like coveralls, entered the room through a set of double doors next to the screen.
Tyrell got to her feet and stood in front of the screen before addressing the boys once more.

"Right then, let's get the show on the road. These two officers will take you through to the Fertilisation Sector proper and take you through your decontamination process. Sisters, you may take it from here."

She left the room through the same door she had entered.

"Okay, follow us boys... Quickly now, come on... Move it!!!" One of the women barked.

She beckoned the crowd of boys to follow her. They found themselves in a subterranean corridor that seemed to go on forever, lit only from a long line of fluorescent tubes that ran along the ceiling. The walls on either side were covered with long lengths of pipework, cables and conduits that likewise stretched off into the distance. The long procession of nervous looking boys, their heads bowed in gloomy apprehension, made its way along the passageway closer and closer to the new life that awaited them. After what seemed like an age, they eventually came across a steel door with the words 'Decontamination Airlock C2' in large red stenciled letters. The leading woman opened the door and ushered the boys inside.

They now found themselves in a large anteroom before an enormous open steel door that wouldn't have looked out of place in a large bank vault, that led into what looked like an enormous chamber with an equally huge but resolutely shut door on the other side.

As the second woman who had brought up the rear entered and closed the outer steel door, the first woman pressed a button on a panel by the side of the huge airlock door and spoke into it.

"This is Officer Teague, Mychelle C, I am at airlock Charlie 2 with this week's intake of Copulators. Permission to proceed please."

"Permission granted Officer Teague, airlock Charlie 2 unlocked and ready for operation."

Officer Teague then stood and addressed the assembled throng of boys.

"Now then, this is the decontamination airlock." She announced in an authoritative voice, "It is the first stage of the entry procedure into the Fertilisation Sector and everyone who passes between sectors in this breeding colony must all go through this same procedure. Now, the first thing that needs to happen is that you shall each in turn come and stand before me where you will confirm your name and you will then be stripped naked and your clothes placed into the incineration chamber. Once you are naked you shall not wear anything so much as a stitch until you are released from this facility once your five years is up. Okay, you first."

She pointed at one of the boys and beckoned him to follow her to the opening that led into the airlock.

"Name?"

"Florian Theta 124765, er... Mistress." The boy replied meekly.

She checked her list to verify the boy's name.

"Good, now hold still while I undress you." Teague said, and then she tore open the boy's shirt causing its buttons to ping off in several directions. She pulled off the boy's shoes and socks and added them to the crumpled and ruined shirt on the floor. She then tore off his pleated grey kilt to leave him in nothing more than his plain white colony issue underpants. A matter of seconds later, they too joined the pile of clothes on the floor.

"Now, pick up your clothes and place them in the incinerator chamber over there." She pointed to what looked like a small alcove adjacent to the opening into the airlock.

Nervously, the now naked boy gathered up what remained of his clothes and carried them to the alcove. He placed them inside and took a step back. No sooner had he done so, a glass panel slid down over the opening and a bright flash of light followed. Instantly, his clothes were reduced to nothing more than a little pile of grey ash which was then sucked out of the alcove before the glass panel slid back up ready for the incinerator chamber's next load.

"Now, go and stand and wait in the airlock." Teague instructed.

She then repeated the process with the next boy.

And the next.

Until eventually, half an hour later she pointed at Jim.

"You next." She announced, "Name?"

"James Theta 758994, Mistress."

Once she had ticked him off her list she began tearing his clothes off, leaving him completely naked. She instructed him to incinerate his clothes and then join the growing crowd of boys inside the airlock waiting nervously and entirely nude. And it was then that the trouble began.

All through his life he had been used to having to shower with other boys but he had never particularly enjoyed having to strip naked on a daily basis for a very simple reason. He always, almost without fail, became massively erect when in the presence of other naked boys. It had been like this ever since puberty had kicked in and had resulted in much teasing from other boys that only ever served to exacerbate the situation yet further. It wasn't that he felt embarrassed about his nudity per se, after all, all the other boys were in exactly the same boat, but it was something else that he couldn't quite put his finger on. It was this enforced nudity more than anything that Jim felt most apprehensive about what lay in store for him. Ever since the discharge officer had broken the news to him that he would remain incarcerated within the breeding colony and informed him that he would be kept naked throughout, he knew his persistent tumescence would plague him once more.

Sure enough, as soon as Teague yanked down his underwear to leave him completely, and now permanently naked, his penis stood stiffly at attention. He felt his face flush bright red, as it always did, as Teague commented with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.

"Hmm... it sure looks like someone's eager!" She said with a chuckle, "Best get you into the Fertilisation Sector as quickly as possible hadn't we!"

It took well over an hour for each of the 300 boys that represented that week's intake of new breeding males to be checked, stripped naked and have their clothes incinerated, but eventually as boy number 300 entered the airlock, Jim was surprised to find that the two women who had brought them there were stripping out of their white coveralls to reveal that they were naked underneath. Those same white jumpsuits were also incinerated and the two naked women came and joined the naked throng of boys inside the airlock. The second of the two women pressed a button on the inside of the chamber and the huge steel door began to close accompanied by the oscillating tones of a warning klaxon. All the while, Jim stood as naked as the day he was born practically begging his penis to cease its continued hardness and to obey its master's command. So far, nobody other than Teague had commented on it but as he stepped into the airlock he had definitely heard a few sniggers and caught sight of numerous glances in his direction.

Officer Teague, now naked herself along with her colleague, stood before them and instructed them to stand with their feet roughly shoulder width apart and with their arms outstretched.

"This first phase of the decontamination process is a disinfectant mist." She explained, "It's quite harmless but it might sting your eyes and cause irritation if you breathe it in. Now, on the count of three I want you all to close your eyes and take a deep breath and hold it. The whole thing should only take about ten seconds, as soon as the bell rings it will be safe for you to open your eyes and breathe."

She nodded across to her assistant who waited at the control panel. Upon her signal she pushed the appropriate button and assumed the position herself as the countdown began.

"Ready everyone? Okay, in three... two... one... Now!"

There was a collected gasp as all 302 occupants of the airlock drew in deep breaths. A loud hiss followed as a white mist of atomised disinfectant filled the room from grilles in the floor, walls and ceiling of the chamber, bathing every inch of exposed skin on each and every one of the 302 naked people within, killing virtually every microbe that clung to their skin.

Just as Teague promised, ten seconds later hidden fans came into life and sucked the disinfectant out of the chamber as quickly as it had filled it, replacing it with air drawn from the other side of the airlock. The bell sounded once it was safe to breathe and every single person in the chamber then released their collective breaths and then gratefully inhaled the fresh air. Moments later, there was a series of loud clunking sounds followed by a second klaxon as the opposite door of the airlock chamber unlocked and swung open to reveal a large room with what appeared to be a large grey metallic box at its centre. Jim's penis still waggled stiffly in front of him as he followed everyone out of the airlock and into the room. With a brief sigh of relief he discovered that he wasn't the only boy to be sporting an erection, supposing that like himself, they were feeling the same sense of nervous apprehension as he.

"Right then, on to the secondary decontamination phase." The now naked Officer Teague instructed, "This stage is designed to burn off the outermost layer of your skin, and completes the job that the disinfectant mist started. Don't worry though, it sounds worse than it actually is - the only thing you'll be aware of is a series of bright flashing lights and a brief feeling of heat. The whole thing only takes about a minute, but it is imperative however that you keep your eyes closed throughout the process as it could blind you. All you need to do is step into the booth and follow the instructions."

The second woman ushered one of the boys into the large steel cubicle through a door with a green light above it. As soon as the boy was inside she closed the door, which automatically locked itself with a resounding click. The light above the door turned from green to red. A few moments later a series of buzzing sounds emanated from the cubicle which lasted for around half a minute or so. A few brief seconds of silence followed before a second brief period of buzzing sounded. As soon as it stopped, the door clicked itself unlocked and swung open automatically. The boy stepped out of the cubicle covered from his neck down to his feet in what appeared to be a fine light grey powder, and all of his hair, save for that on his head, had disappeared.

"Don't be alarmed boys, the grey stuff is just dead skin cells that have been burnt away." The first woman said as her colleague took him to stand on the other side of the room.

One by one, the boys were put through the machine until it was Jim's turn.

"Next!" The first woman called.

Jim, as next in line, stepped forward nervously.

"Still sporting a stiffy I see!" Teague commented as he stepped forward, "Don't worry flower, we see it all the time. Although I must say I've not seen a boy stay quite so hard for quite so long in many a long year since I started this job! Come on poppet, step into the machine."

Jim stepped into the steel cubicle, gulping a little as the door closed behind him. With a resounding click, the door locked automatically, sealing him inside.

"Please stand with feet apart, placing them on the markings on the floor." A computerised female voice instructed as a screen in front of him showed a brief looping animation of a human figure stepping onto two markings about three feet apart.

Jim looked down to see the corresponding markings on the floor of the cubicle and stepped onto them.

"Now please adopt the position shown on the screen." The computerised voice instructed once again.

The screen then showed the human figure standing with its legs wide apart and its arms outstretched horizontally in a pose reminiscent of Da Vinci's Vitruvian Man. Jim replicated the pose as closely as he could.

"Now please close your eyes and keep them closed until instructed."

Jim closed his eyes and waited.

"Laser exfoliation sequence commencing." The computerised voice announced. Immediately there followed a sharp buzzing sound, not unlike that of a tattooist's gun, and in his eyes he could see a red glow as the bright light shone through his closed eyelids. Starting from his feet, Jim could feel a very brief but intense heat rising up his body. First it passed up his legs, then up past his naked buttocks and genitals and then up his torso and his arms before stopping just below his chin. As soon as it stopped the whole thing started again, this time passing down his body back towards the floor.

"You may now open your eyes." The computerised voice spoke in its levelly synthetic tones.

Jim opened his eyes to be met with the sight of himself reflected in the screen opposite him, covered in the same light grey layer of dead skin that he had seen on the other boys that had been put through the machine. He was also totally bereft of hair from his neck down - he hadn't seen himself so lacking in hair since he was a young boy before the hormonal onslaught of puberty. His skin felt slightly raw; if he had grown up in the outside world instead of the inside of the breeding colony, he would have associated the slight rawness from having been out in the sun too long.

"Please retract your foreskin fully and hold in position." The computerised voice instructed, accompanied by an animation of the human figure, which had up to that point been gender-neutral but which now all of a sudden possessed a penis, pulling back its prepuce and keeping it in place with both hands.

Jim pulled the foreskin of his still maddeningly erect penis back as instructed by the on-screen image and held it back, exposing his glans and the inner mucosa of his prepuce, and held it there.

"Now please close your eyes and keep them closed until instructed." The computerised voice instructed once again. Just as before, Jim obeyed its command.

He then felt the same heat at the tip of his penis as he had felt upon the rest of his body, accompanied by the buzzing sound. It wasn't excruciatingly painful, but it wasn't the most comfortable of experiences, as the concentrated and accurately targeted beams of light passed over his most sensitive parts. Mercifully, it only lasted for a few brief moments.

"Laser exfoliation sequence complete - please leave the booth." The computerised voice said. Moments later, the door behind him unlocked and swung open and he stepped out, a tiny quantity of skin-ash fell from him as he stepped out and across to the growing crowd of grey dusted boys, following the light trail of skin-ash that had been deposited along the way by those that had gone before him.

Over the next half hour, the remainder of the boys went through the laser exfoliation machine until eventually the two women put themselves through the process. It didn't take as long for them as it took the boys, Jim supposed that this was because that being female, they didn't have to go through the part where the boys had to have their penises exfoliated.

The women then lined all the boys up into single file and led them through into the next adjoining room, a light cloud of grey dust accompanying the naked group. This next room featured a small square pool filled with a dark liquid and a long conveyor peppered with nozzles and showerheads.

"Okay boys, this is the third and final stage of the decontamination process." Teague announced, "This is somewhat more pleasant than the previous stage. It is a final chemical bath immersion followed by an all-over application of disinfectant foam and a final rinse of distilled water."

Teague's colleague stepped into the pool, revealing it to be just deep enough to come up to just below her naked breasts. The liquid was so dark in colour that her lower portions all but disappeared from view. Teague then ushered one of the boys to step into the pool whereupon her colleague instructed him to hold his breath for a moment. She then placed her hand on the top of his head and pushed him into the bath of liquid, immersing him completely and holding him down for a few moments before allowing him to resurface, spluttering and leaving behind a slight scum of dead skin behind him. The unnamed woman then helped him out of the bath and instructed him to stand on the moving conveyor. He was then passed through a series of nozzles that coated him from head to toe in a layer of white foam as Teague instructed him to lather himself up and massage it all over his body, taking great care to rub it into his scalp and around his hairless groin and up between his buttocks and his anus. He was then passed through a series of stations filled with shower heads that rinsed him off no fewer than five times to make sure every last trace of chemical residue had been removed. The very last stage was an all-over drying from a collection of large fans that blasted him with warm air and ruffled the hair on his head.

One by one, all 300 boys were in turn immersed in the chemical bath, plastered with the foam and then rinsed and dried until finally, both women went through the same procedure themselves.

"You'll be pleased to know that now ends the decontamination process." Teague announced as she stepped out of the dryer to join the rest of the group, "All that's left now is for us all to pass through the second airlock and into the Fertilisation sector. Don't worry though, the second airlock doesn't use a disinfectant mist so you won't have to hold your breath or anything. Any questions?"

"Is it true that we will be having to have sex every single day?" One boy asked.

Teague smirked knowingly as though she was expecting that particular question at that precise moment.

"Not every single day, no." She answered after a moment, "But you will be called upon to mate for three consecutive days at a time once every two weeks. It basically goes like this - you are assigned to a particular woman and a mating suite within the mating zone. Once there you shall be introduced to the woman assigned to you. After that, she will spend the following three days mating with you as many times as she wishes to. Once the three days are up she shall be returned to the Maternity Sector and you shall be returned to the accommodation zone for 48 hours of rest and recuperation. Once those two days are up you shall be given a brief medical examination and you shall be declared fit to be selected for your next assigned woman. Typically, you can expect to be selected at least twice per month, although that can vary from one month to another. Any further questions?"

A brief silence followed.

"No? Good. Now, everyone into the airlock."

A couple of minutes later, the crowd of naked people was disgorged from the chamber of the second airlock. The two women immediately set about dressing themselves in plain loose undershorts, utilitarian plain white bras, loose trousers of some kind of light fabric, and loose fitting tunics that bore the distinctive logo of the breeding colony. Their attire, the standard uniform for Fertilisation sector staff members, had been deliberately designed to be light and to help keep the wearer cool in the warm environment. The temperature and the humidity levels inside the Fertilisation sector were carefully monitored and maintained at a temperature that made it more comfortable for the resident males who were kept permanently naked. The downside of this was that the conventional uniforms worn by those in the other sectors of the breeding colony would be uncomfortably warm for the women who worked within its confines.

Unlike those that worked in the central administrative sector of Breeding Colony Theta, who normally worked standard eight-hour days, the women who worked in the four main outlying sectors of the breeding colony typically worked for a month at a time. For every month they spent inside the colony, they spent the following month outside the colony. This was mainly to minimise the effect of the often long and laborious decontamination process that would often take up the best part of an entire day. They of course had their own separate accommodation facilities located within each individual sector. Once their month-long tour of duty was over, they would typically exit the breeding colony with little fuss, merely passing through one of the many air locks. When they returned however, it was the full decontamination process.
New recruits to the breeding colony were often put off by the decontamination process, especially by having to be naked throughout and in groups of over a hundred at a time as one shift made way for another, but the Global Repopulation and Fertility Administration was renowned for being a very decent employer with many perks and benefits for its staff. Chief among which was the voucher issued to all staff upon completion of a month's tour of duty, for a free session with a Consort at the Maison of their choice. There were other benefits to be had as well, such as a generous pension scheme, discounts at many shops and restaurants and a private healthcare insurance plan, but for many the free Consort session was the main reason for their continued service to the breeding program.

"Now then, one last thing before we take you to your barracks and get you settled in, is to log you onto the roster and apply your identification markings." The now fully dressed Officer Teague addressed the throng of naked boys.

She instructed them to line up in single file in front of a door that appeared to lead into an office of some kind. One by one, all of the boys in turn were called in to the office, spending a couple of minutes inside before exiting bearing a distinctive QR code and his six digit identification number tattooed upon his left buttock. When Jim came to the front of the line, as the previous boy stepped out, rubbing his sore behind, he felt like he was little more than a piece of livestock about to be appraised for his suitability as a stud.

Upon exiting the second airlock, Jim had been relived to find that his troublesome penis had finally seemed to capitulate and return to a state of normal flaccidity. But his relief was to be short lived. As soon as he found himself standing in line outside the office, staring at the naked behind of the boy in front of him, his erection returned with a vengeance, he felt it was almost as if his own penis was taunting him.

Teague's colleague ushered him inside the room. Before him stood a desk, upon which was a holoscreen computer terminal and an automatic tattoo gun. Behind the desk sat another uniformed woman, typing away on the virtual keyboard projected onto the desk from below.

"I'll be with you in just a second." She said without even looking in his direction.

She tapped away some more.

"Right then. Name?" She asked eventually, her right eyebrow rising in surprise as she caught sight of his fully erect and by that time, drooling phallus.

"James Theta 758994." Jim replied, feeling his voice quiver a little as he battled with his embarrassment.

The woman seemed to dismiss his tumescent member as though it was something she had seen a million times before and simply called up his file on the central database, taking note of his exact date of birth, his physical measurements and pretty much everything about his life up to that point.

"Hmm... It says here that during your life in the Rearing Sector you enjoyed working with computers." The woman said as she looked up at him.

"Er... Yes." Jim replied, "I'm sort of fascinated by them - I taught myself how to write programs and design games and things when I was in school."

"I see." The woman behind the desk commented, "You designed your own games?"

"Yes, well... they weren't particularly good, graphics-wise. The main reason I used to write them was to learn more about programming rather than graphics and stuff. I wrote code for an A.I. chess simulator and challenged my friends to see if they could beat it."

"And could they beat it?" The woman enquired.

"Not a single one!" Jim replied proudly with a smile, "It wiped the floor with my friend Harry - although he was never very good at chess anyway!"

Talking about his love of working with computers immediately helped take his mind off his current erect status and he felt his throbbing penis begin to slowly sag and droop back down to something approaching normality.

"Well, perhaps we could find you some kind of work with the computers in the sector admin department." The officer said, "It's quite common for breeding males to be given a job to do when they aren't being used for mating. It won't be much, just data entry really, but I'll see if I can find you something to do to make use of your talents, that way you'll have a proper skill to use once you are discharged. How does that sound?"

"That'd be great!" Jim enthused.

"That'd be great, Mistress!" The woman corrected, with raised eyebrows and stern gaze of light admonishment, "All staff are to be addressed as Mistress remember?"

"Oh, er... yes... er, sorry Mistress." Jim replied.

"That's okay, but you'd better get used to it. You're not in the Rearing Sector anymore boy!" The woman replied as she rose to her feet and picked up the tattoo gun, "Now then, bend over for me and place your hands on the desk, I'm afraid this'll sting a bit but it won't take long."

Jim obediently bent over the desk as the officer tapped something into the tiny screen on the back of the tattoo gun. As soon as she had finished, she pressed the device against Jim's left buttock and pulled the trigger. A brief flash of intense localised pain shot into his bare behind as the device's tiny needles punctured his skin and deposited a tiny quantity of black ink into his skin cells, permanently staining them. After a few moments she removed the gun and used a sterile wipe to clean away any excess ink and the tiny quantity of blood that had escaped from his punctured skin. She placed a clear dressing over the newly tattooed skin. A blocky QR code could clearly be seen above Jim's identification number - 758994 - accompanied by the Greek letter theta. She then took a red wristband from a box on the floor and placed it inside an illuminated blue square that suddenly appeared on the desktop. As soon as the wristband was set inside the square it turned from blue to red as Jim's personal data was loaded onto it. A few moments later, the square turned green and she picked up the wristband.

"This wristband contains all your personal and physical data, it monitors your physical activity 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, it basically knows exactly where you are and whatever it is you're doing at any given time. It cannot be removed until you are discharged from this facility. When you are called in to be put into service in the mating zone, the wristband will flash and it will vibrate to inform you that you must report for duty within 1 hour. If you fail to report before the wristband stops flashing you shall be sent to the brig for a statutory 24 hour period of solitary confinement and your privileges will be suspended for 7 days."

She clipped the wristband onto Jim's wrist with a resounding click.

"From now on, all staff will address you by number only." The officer said as she sat back at her desk and turned her attention back to her computer terminal, "As far as the staff are concerned, you boys do not have names, only numbers. Is that clear 758994?"

"Erm... yes Mistress." Jim answered.

"Good. Now then I, or one of my colleagues, will be in touch with you to arrange for you to start work in the admin department within the next few days. Until then you are to go to your barracks along with the rest of your group. You have been assigned to barrack 27C, once all of you have been logged on to the roster here, my two colleagues shall escort you there. That is all for now, please send in the next boy on your way out."

Jim turned and left the room, his hand upon his sore behind just as he had seen the previous boy.

With all 300 of them logged and marked, the latest consignment of nude boys was instructed to follow the two women who had guided them through the decontamination process through one final set of large double doors. A wide set of stairs faced them leading up into the accommodation dome of the Fertilisation sector. They had been underground in the extensive subterranean network of corridors and rooms that linked the various sectors of the breeding colony together for several hours by then, and Jim was glad to be finally returning to the surface. Suddenly they found themselves under a huge dome flooded with natural light, albeit diffused by the translucent construction of the dome's roof. The structure of the domes was such that they were translucent enough to allow sufficient daylight to illuminate the vast internal spaces without having to rely on artificial lighting and thus keep energy consumption down. But they were not transparent enough to be able to see the sky or anything else outside the domes.

But this was nothing new to Jim, in a strange way it had a comforting familiarity to it. He had, after all, spent all his life thus far under an identical dome. But the difference was the attire, or rather lack thereof, of the inhabitants of the dome. There were naked males everywhere he looked, milling around in groups, sitting at tables, walking from one part of the dome to the other. Somewhat inevitably, the sight of the throngs of naked males had a by now tiresome effect on Jim. He felt himself becoming erect once again.

The dome was filled with blocks of barrack buildings, each one five storey's high and big enough to house up to 1,500 males each. And there were 52 of them. At any one time, the population of breeding males within the confines of the Fertilisation Sector numbered around 78,000 males, every single one of which as naked as the day they were born.

The two women guided the boys along a street between two ranks of barrack buildings that almost resembled some kind of unnatural canyon of brick and concrete, the whole place had a very austere and utilitarian feel to it. It was a far cry from the brighter colours and the softer, friendlier architecture of the dormitory houses in the Rearing Sector. Each building was crowned with a veritable forest of trees, planted to help with maintaining the internal atmosphere and to provide a little softness to the otherwise stark environment. The group was eventually assembled outside one of the buildings that bore a large sign next to its main entrance - BARRACK BLOCK 27.

The two women ushered the boys inside and up two flights of stairs to floor C. Once on the landing, where a sign announced that they were outside barrack 27C, Teague addressed the group.

"Right then boys, welcome to your new home for the next five years." The woman announced, "This barrack is just one of the 260 barracks inside the accommodation zone. Every week one barrack is emptied as its occupants are discharged, and another group is brought in to replace them. Last week it was barrack 27D upstairs that was discharged, and next week it is the males in barrack 27B downstairs turn to be discharged. Each barrack can accommodate a maximum of 300 males and has showers, toilets and a common room. You shall be expected to maintain this barracks in pristine condition - snap inspections are carried out and the entire floor will be punished if any part of it does not come up to scratch. The dining facilities are located in the mess facility over in the northern end of this dome and is open between 07:00 and 20:00 hours. There are three main sittings for breakfast, lunch and dinner, but the mess is open throughout the day and you may visit the mess hall at any time you wish between those hours. Some of you may be assigned to work in the kitchens, if you are working in the kitchens you shall be expected to get up no later than 06:00 hours to ensure you arrive in plenty of time for the start of your shift. The rest of you should be up no later than 07:00. Lights out is at 22:00 hours sharp and you shall all be confined to the barrack until morning. Is that clear everyone?"

"Yes Mistress." Came the solemn reply of 300 male voices.

"Good, now find your bunk, use the toilets if you wish and meet us back here on the landing in 30 minutes. Go!"

The boys filed into their barrack. They passed through the communal showers, the only way in and out of the barrack, save for the fire escape at its far end, to ensure that all boys showered every single day. The communal showers opened up into a large dormitory with dozens of bunks on either side interspersed with large windows. Since there was no weather to keep out, the windows were not glazed in any way. Instead, each window opening was merely filled with a simple steel mesh to allow light in but to prevent anything, or anyone, from getting out. There were no lockers or any other furniture - personal possessions were totally forbidden and since the boys were to be naked at all times there was no need for any storage for clothes. The floor was plain grey polished concrete, but was warm underfoot thanks to the network of pipes that heated the room from below. At the far end of the barrack was a small common room with a few couches and a screen for showing movies and what little media the administrators of the breeding colony allowed, which was basically films produced within the colony by its in-house film unit.

Jim found his bunk, the number 758994 at the foot of the bed. The bunk below had the number 887621, which turned out to belong to Kulvinder, the boy he had spoken to earlier in the day before the decontamination process.

"Looks like we're bunk-buddies!" The Asian boy remarked cheerfully as he located his bunk.

"Yeah, looks like it." Jim sighed, already the Asian boy's unrelenting enthusiasm was beginning to grate, almost as much as his own persistently spontaneous erections. All through the various stages of decontamination the Asian boy had enthused about how he was looking forward to doing his bit in helping to rebuild the population of his racial sector. Jim decided not to make an issue of it, reasoning that his cheerfulness was probably just a mask, and that he was simply hiding his true emotions about being called into a life of being little more than a stud male. If only he could hide his erections as easily Jim thought to himself.

Half an hour later the latest battalion of breeding males, having reconvened as instructed on the landing, were then taken around the rest of the Fertilisation Sector by the two women. They were shown the mess hall and then the tour continued in the adjoining dome, accessed through a short tunnel that resembled a wide pedestrian underpass, lit by simple light fixtures along both sides. This area was the recreation zone, filled with all manner of sporting and leisure facilities. There was a fully equipped sports centre with tennis courts, badminton courts and squash courts, a 50m competition standard swimming pool, a smaller leisure pool with adjoining spa, a golfing range, a huge gymnasium with all manner of weights and exercise equipment, fitness studios, baseball diamonds, an athletics arena with full size running track and a full-size cricket pitch. In addition to the sports facilities there was the full-sized theatre where movies were occasionally shown and concerts and plays were performed, a large and well-stocked library, arts and crafts facilities, a games area and even a sub-tropical botanic garden. All of which were staffed and maintained by the males when they were not in service in the mating zone. One thing was for certain, they would not be short of things to do.

The final building they were shown housed the Fertilisation Sector administration department, where the day to day running of the Fertilisation Sector was managed. There were video and data links with the central administration sector, and it was here that the administrators set work rosters, managed shift patterns for the males individual jobs, such as those that worked in the garden or the kitchens or the sports facilities. Its most important function however, was assigning males to women for use in the mating zone and making sure that everyone was in the right place at the right time.

The tour over, the boys trudged tiredly back to their barracks. As his head came to rest upon his single pillow, his penis finally and mercifully flaccid once again, Jim was lost in thought. The near total silence in the rest of the room suggested that his fellow Copulators were likewise lost to their own thoughts as the reality of the next five years hit them. Now that the initial orientation was complete, all that remained was to be assigned whatever work duties they were to be given and of course, to wait for their first call-up to the mating zone. Outside the barracks, the once busy concourse was now all but devoid of people, only the occasional small groups of women in their simple white uniforms could be seen patrolling the pathways below. Every single barrack had been locked down for the night and an uneasy calm had descended. It occurred to Jim that he and his fellow males inside the so-called Fertilisation Sector were little more than livestock, a living commodity whose every movement must be controlled and logged and recorded. In the distant history of the human race, a male being labeled as a stud would've been seen as a badge of honour, but the reality of actually being a stud male was very different from the idealised vision of male virility and promiscuity the word suggested.

Jim's existence as a stud male had begun.

The First Day

The following morning, the inhabitants of barrack 27C were awoken, along with all the other males in the Fertilisation Sector's expansive barrack blocks, on the stroke of 07:00 by a peal of bells from the public address system.

"Everybody up, up, up!! Stand by your bunks! Come one move it, move it, move it!!" Officer Teague shouted as she barged her way through the double doors that led into the barrack with a hand scanner in her right hand.

The young males somewhat reluctantly complied and hauled themselves out of bed.

"Now means NOW!!" Teague barked, "Not after breakfast, not after lunch, NOW!!! Come on, move yourselves!!"

The boys quickened their pace until eventually each and every boy stood naked by the side of his bunk.

"Morning roll-call." Teague announced, "On my command you shall all turn around, bend over and present your behinds to be scanned. Only once all of you are accounted for are you allowed to leave this room. As soon as roll call is complete you are all to take a shower and then you are free to make your way to the mess for breakfast. Those of you who are assigned work duties should report no later than 08:30, those of you not assigned work duties today, the rest of your day shall be yours to do as you wish."

Teague powered up her scanner.

"Okay then. Turn around!" She commanded. All 300 young males did as they were told and turned around to face the wall.

"Bend over!" Came her next command. Every single boy in the room compliantly bent over, presenting their naked bottoms ready to be scanned.

A series of soft bleeps could be heard as Teague made her way from one end of the barrack to the other as she scanned the newly tattooed QR code on each boy's behind. Once she reached the far end of the barrack 150 boys later, she repeated the process on the other side of the room. Jim sighed resignedly as he stood bent over, waiting for her to come around and scan him. At least he wasn't having an erection at that precise moment - he thanked heaven for small mercies.

Once all of the young males had been scanned, Teague had them line up in two columns along the length of the barrack and instructed them to step forward in groups of thirty into the showers. Jim's earlier optimism about his persistently disobedient penis suddenly deserted him. With a groan, finding himself stood staring at the soft buttocks of the boy in front of him, Jim felt the familiar feeling of blood pulsing and filling the corpus spongiosum in his penis - he was having yet another erection.

Each boy was given precisely two minutes to shower thoroughly, using soap from a dispenser in the wall.
"Make sure you pull your foreskin back and give your penis a good clean!" Teague barked as the first group went and stood under the showerheads.

"I don't know about you, but I kind of get the impression that we're just a tiny cog in a huge machine." Kulvinder said behind him as they waited to enter the showers.

"I suppose we are in a way." Jim replied, "That's what this place is - it's a vast machine for making babies. A factory where the product is human life, and we are just a part of the assembly line."

"758994, you have been assigned to the sector administration section, report for work duty after breakfast no later than 08:30." Teague said as she read from her palmscreen as Jim entered the showers.

"Yes Mistress." He replied.

As soon as he had showered he followed the other boys downstairs and joined the huge throng heading towards the vast mess hall for breakfast. He was still getting erections but at least they seemed to be becoming less and less frequent. He reasoned that he must be simply getting used to being naked among his fellow nude males.

Feeding the tens of thousands of males in the breeding colony was an immense operation, but it was run with the utmost of well-practiced efficiency and the queues to be served moved relatively quickly. In only three minutes of waiting in line, Jim had received a bowl of warm porridge, two slices of brown toast, a piece of fruit and a glass of milk with two pills which were supposedly some kind of supplement. The pills came as no surprise, as they had all been given such supplements from the day they were born. They were yet to realise however, that far from fortifying their diet with extra nutrients, these pills were in fact used to control them and to keep them artificially docile and compliant.

The food was rather plain and institutional, but filling enough nonetheless. As soon as he had finished he got up and took his tray over to a conveyor belt, which would pass it through an automated cleaning station, depositing it in a stack at the other end ready for the next male to use.

With breakfast out of the way, he made his way towards the wide tunnel that connected the accommodation zone to the recreation zone where the sector administration building was located. The whole place had been meticulously signposted, pointing its inhabitants to its various and numerous facilities, and Jim had little trouble remembering how to find the place.

The Fertilisation Sector administration department was housed in a three-storey building tucked discreetly under the roof of the lowest part of the immense dome. Just like all the other buildings inside the breeding colony, there was no need for any glass in its windows. Unlike the barrack blocks however, there was no steel mesh in their place - just an opening to let light in. He entered the small lobby of the building to be met by the sight of a woman in her now familiar white uniform.

"Good morning Sweetheart, turn around." She greeted and instructed him as soon as she looked up from her desk.

Jim did as instructed. A moment later he heard a soft bleep as the woman scanned the QR code on his naked behind.

"Ah! Good morning 758994, it says here you are here to start work as a data entry clerk." The woman said as she set her scanner on the desk before her, "Follow me and we can get you started."

She took him up the stairs to the middle floor of the building's three storey's, there were many women, all attired uniformly in their loose-fitting white trousers and simple short sleeved tunics with the breeding colony's logo on the left breast, walking the corridors between the various offices of the administration department.

"This building is basically a satellite branch of the main central administration of the breeding colony, that's where you were yesterday before you were taken here. Here we manage everything to do with the day-to-day running of the Fertilisation sector, from rather mundane stuff such as ordering provisions for the kitchens, setting rosters for cleaning duties and work activities, to more technical things such as maintaining the environmental conditions, and overseeing the regular collection of samples from the breeding stock." The woman said as she ushered Jim along the corridor.

"Regular samples?" Jim asked.

"Did your escort not mention that to you yesterday?" The woman asked.

"No Mistress, why? Was she supposed to have?"

"Well, yes as a matter of fact." The woman replied, "All breeding males must have samples collected of their blood, urine and semen, and a physical examination on a regular six monthly basis to ensure that they are healthy and that their semen is of sufficient quality for breeding purposes."

"What happens if their semen isn't up to standard?" Jim asked.

"They shall be sent down to the infirmary for a very exhaustive medical examination to try and determine the reason for the drop-off in their fertility. If after several months their fertility does not return they are vaccinated and discharged from the colony."

"Discharged?" Jim replied hopefully, suddenly thinking that he had found a way out.

"I wouldn't get your hopes up if I were you." The woman cautioned, "Once discharged they become property of the UGC. Goddess only knows where they end up, I've heard a rumour that they house them on an island somewhere. Either that or they use them for manual labour somewhere on some big engineering project or other. It's a pretty rare occurrence though; we only lost 12 males last year through fertility problems out of over 78,000 breeding males within the colony. Here at Colony Theta we are very proud of our productivity rates and we take great care of our stud males to make sure they are as healthy as possible. Now then, this is where you'll be working."

She showed him into an open-plan office with six computer terminals in three ranks of two desks. Each terminal consisted of a holoscreen and a touch sensitive virtual keyboard and trackpad. Already there were five other boys, all as naked as he, sat waiting at their terminal for the day's work to begin.

"Your job here is basically to communicate with the central admin section and monitor the flow of data between the other sectors of the colony." The woman explained to him as she showed him to the one remaining vacant desk, "For example, if the Rearing Sector reports a shortage in cleaning materials say, or an excess of food and drink, you can liaise with their admin sections and arrange for it to be redistributed. Your terminal has access to the entire administration network, but don't get too excited, you only have security clearance for the mundane stuff."

"I thought all this sort of thing would've been automated." Jim said as he sat at his desk.

"It was, up until about twenty years ago." The woman replied, "The colony's central admin computer network kept on being hacked by some unknown cyber-protest group, resulting in havoc as they implanted virus after virus into the system. And it wasn't just us at Colony Theta, the same group targeted colonies Zeta, Gamma, Phi and Epsilon as well. Eventually, the UGC mandated that all data communication within the colonies was to be manually maintained internally, with only a single 'front door' into the global network. As a result, we need a number of males to work here to enter the data as and when it comes in to us or goes out. There hasn't been a single security breach since."

"So what do I do, er... Mistress?" Jim asked.

"As soon as you log into the servers a list of tasks will appear on your holoscreen. One of the other boys here will show you what to do if you get stuck. Once you have completed a task your terminal shall then become 'open' and your task list will be refreshed." The woman explained, "Now then, I shall have to leave you to it. The system pauses for an hour at precisely 12:00 hours to allow you a break for lunch, and resumes at 13:00 hours. There is another 30-minute break between 16:30 and 17:00 hours. Your shift finishes at 19:00 hours when the system goes dormant for the night."

She consulted a digital clock.

"Okay, the system goes live in thirty seconds, make sure you get comfortable because once it goes live the flow of data and the list of tasks will get pretty relentless."

Jim looked at his screen as it counted down.

System live in 10...9...8...7...5...4...3...2...1...0

System live

Immediately, a list of ten tasks appeared on Jim's screen as the woman departed the room. The five other boys all immediately began tapping away at their terminals, ticking task after task off their respective lists. Jim's first task was to reassign a consignment of toilet paper that had been delivered to the Discharge Sector in error, after asking the boy next to him what he had to do, he cross-referenced it with the reported stocks from the other sectors, noting that both the Maternity Sector and the Central Admin Sector had reported low reserves of the stuff, and arranged for the consignment to be redistributed between them accordingly. Jim was surprised at how straightforward it was.

Throughout the day, the uniformed women came into the room to hand them additional tasks or requests for data from the central server. The woman had been right, it was pretty much all mundane stuff, but Jim nonetheless found the work to be rather therapeutic in a 'not having to put too much thought into it' sort of way. By the time his shift eventually ended, the work rate had dropped off considerably as the day's most pressing tasks had been taken care of. It left him with a little time to explore the system, to ascertain which areas of the network he had clearance for. Unsurprisingly, the area highlighted as 'Sector Personnel Records' resulted in a resounding ACCESS DENIED when he tried to enter it.

It was then that he noticed a discreet little button at the bottom right hand corner of the screen - the Greek letter Theta . He clicked on the button expecting nothing much to happen. Instead of nothing however, a password screen appeared. Judging by the size of the entry box, the password was at least twenty characters in length - whatever data it was protecting, it was being kept safe by a very secure and possibly intricate password. Not to mention the possibility of further security measures after that.

Before he had much time to ponder it however, a message appeared on his screen.

System dormant. Resumes at 09:00 Hrs.

A collected sigh of relief sounded around the room and tired limbs were stretched as Jim's and the five other boys shift came to an abrupt end at 19:00 hours on the dot. The password, whatever it was, would have to wait for another day.

Into the Mating Zone

Jim's fifth morning in his new and still somewhat unfamiliar surroundings began in the same way as the previous mornings; roll-call where he had to stand by his bunk, turn around and present his backside to be scanned, followed by a two minute shower and breakfast in the vast mess hall along with all the other males. This particular morning was different however - his wristband was vibrating and flashing. A tiny dot matrix display scrolled a message around the circumference of his wrist.

'758994 REPORT TO MATING ZONE - TIME REMAINING 58m 27s'

Jim sighed heavily - he knew that this time would come. He would be losing his virginity today -- whether he wanted to or not. Already over the past couple of mornings some of his barrack mates had been called in for mating, and the barracks had become less and less crowded as a result as group after group had been called in, including his bunkmate Kulvinder the previous morning. And now it was his turn. Jim would be gone from the barracks for three whole days, and for the first time since his arrival, he felt an overpowering sense of apprehension. He didn't feel scared per se, but it was a step into the unknown.

He had masturbated himself many times during his puberty back in the raising sector, but the notion of actually having sex with a woman held so many questions for him.

What did it feel like? Would it hurt her? Would it hurt him? Was he supposed to enjoy it? Was he even allowed to? Was this supposed to be simply a transaction of him getting his sperm into her womb? Or was there supposed to be some form of courtship or foreplay involved? Like all boys born and raised within the breeding colony, he had only been taught the very basics as far as sex was concerned - what made boys different to girls, what body parts were which and what they did, how a baby grew inside a woman's body and how a male implanted his seed to make it grow there. But the actual mechanics of sex eluded him. He knew that he had to have an erection, and that his penis was supposed to go into the woman's vagina, and that he was supposed to ejaculate inside her, but apart from that scant knowledge he was innocently ignorant about sexual intercourse. Imagine if you will, being asked to change a car tyre when the only instructions you have are 'lift car up, take off tyre, put new tyre on', it covers the basics for sure but the rest you have to figure out for yourself and hope that you don't get it wrong.

At least he wasn't to be alone; fifty other boys from his barrack had also been called up that morning. Jim followed them after passing through the showers as they made their way toward the large steel doors that led into the mating zone.

"So... this is it then, I guess." Marcus, who slept three bunks down from Jim said as they stepped out from barrack 27C, "Time to 'do one's duty for the repopulation of the world'. Do you think they'll let me off if I tell them I have a headache?"

"Somehow I think not." Kelsey, who slept in the bunk directly opposite, replied mournfully.

"Oh come on boys, it's only sex! What's there to be afraid of?!" Interjected Ivan, who slept at the far end of the barrack.

"Well, nothing I suppose." Jim reasoned, "It's just first time nerves I suppose."

"Well, at least you'll have no trouble getting hard enough!" Marcus remarked towards Jim with a snigger, "Judging by the number of times I see you with your cock standing to attention!!"

"Hey, I can't help it alright!!" Jim retorted angrily.

"Yeah, leave him alone!" Kelsey interjected, "I saw you with a stiffy myself the other day! What was the old saying we learnt? Let she who is without sin cast the first stone..."

"And besides, that hasn't happened for the last couple of days, so fuck you!" Jim added sourly.

"Yeah whatever." Marcus replied dismissively.

The group of boys spent much of the rest of their walk towards the airlock that led into the mating zone in uneasy silence. Gradually they joined more and more groups of young males all heading in the same direction. At any one time, around a third of all the males in the Fertilisation Sector were engaged in the mating zone. As one group exited, another group entered to take their place. In fact, all along the way they passed group after group of tired-looking males in need of a hot shower, a shave and a hearty meal to get them back to their normal selves.

Eventually, the groups of boys coalesced into one large naked throng outside of one of two large airlocks - one leading into the mating zone, the other leading out from it. As one opened, disgorging another hundred or so semi-exhausted looking males, the other one opened to permit the next group inside. After being marshaled through a turnstile where they were instructed to place their wristbands against a scanner, thus cancelling the countdown and checking them in, they were corralled into groups of one hundred by a battalion of white uniformed women.

They were then ushered into the airlock and instructed to assume the correct position and to close their eyes for the disinfectant mist. Once through the airlock, they found themselves before a line of 20 or so uniformed women, checking in each male individually.

"Next!" The woman in front of Jim barked as she finished dealing with the young male before him with a light slap on his naked behind.

There was an uneasy pause as Jim stood before her.

"Well?" She asked expectantly.

"I'm sorry er... Mistress?"

"Number?" She asked impatiently.

"Oh, 758994 er... Mistress."

"That's better." She replied curtly, "Turn around."

By now this particular action had become just a part of the daily routine of being a tiny component in a large machine. The tattooed QR code on his bottom had been scanned numerous times every day; at roll-call every morning, whenever they left their barracks, when they queued at the mess hall, when he reported to work duties, whenever he used any of the recreational facilities. Having to turn around and bend over slightly, presenting his naked behind to a woman so that she could scan the QR code tattooed on his left buttock, was now just a reluctantly accepted inconvenience.

He had been inside the Fertilisation Sector for less than a week and already he hated being treated like some form of cattle - tagged and monitored and herded from one place to another. This place was no breeding colony - it was a farm. A farm where humans are grown, where a select few males are kept as breeding stock to pollinate and fertilise - and for no other useful purpose.

"758994, you are assigned to mating suite 44 on level D of block 7." The woman said officiously once she had scanned him, "Just follow the signs, find your suite and await further instructions."

And with that, she sent him on his way with a light slap on his bare bottom.

Jim found himself separated from his group, assuming that like himself, they had just been instructed to find their assigned mating suite.

Mating Suite, Jim mused, it made the repopulation of the human race sound like such an animalistic thing. Perhaps it was appropriate; were not his fellow males being treated as animals after all? As he followed the signs, firstly to find Block 7, then up four flights of stairs to Level D and then along a long landing, open on one side giving it the feel of some kind of Victorian prison, to a door marked Suite 44. Entering, he found himself in a room not unlike something one would find in a budget hotel. It was square; around twenty feet from one wall to the other and was dominated by two items of plain and institutional looking furniture. The first was easy to identify - it was a bed. He had never seen a double bed before, having only ever slept in bunk beds, and the notion of two people sharing a bed side by side was somewhat alien to him, but it was undeniably a bed. The other piece of furniture he was less familiar with.

It was bed-like in a way, but it also resembled a long, low table. It stood somewhat lower than the bed, about eighteen inches off the floor on six metal legs. Its top surface was padded, like a thin mattress, and at each corner was what looked like a leather cuff attached to a short length of adjustable webbing straps. Jim had no idea what it was, but had a sinking feeling that he was about to find out.

Those two items were the sum total of furniture in the room. The only other item in the room was a digital clock on the wall opposite the bed, its illuminated red display flashing 72h 60m 60s. There was no form of natural light whatsoever, the only illumination coming from four simple light fixtures, one on each wall. An opening in one wall led into a small room containing a toilet, a curtained off shower cubicle and a small hand basin. A couple of glasses rested on a small shelf above. Another door stood directly opposite the one he had entered through, he tried the door only to find that it was locked. Trying the one he had come in through, he discovered that it too had been locked.
Feeling like a caged animal and not knowing what else to do, Jim sat himself on the edge of the bed and waited.

After a while, the public address system crackled into life via a speaker in the ceiling.

"Attention all new Copulators." The female voice intoned, "As this is your first experience of mating, please listen carefully to the following. In a short while, a woman shall be introduced to your mating suite, you may not, under any circumstances, reveal any kind of personal information to her, you may tell her your name if you wish, but you must not reveal your number. She in turn, has been instructed not to reveal any information about herself to you other than her first name. It is vitally important that mating sessions be as anonymous as possible. All mating suites are monitored at all times and any infractions will be dealt with harshly. The mating session will be terminated and you shall be escorted to the brig where you shall be held for a statutory 1-week period in solitary confinement. At the stroke of midday, when all mating suites are fully occupied, the mating session will begin and the doors will be locked. You shall then have three full days to mate with each other as often as you possibly can, the doors will not be unlocked until the session comes to an end. Once the 72 hours has elapsed, you shall be released from the room and you shall be free to return to your barracks. Finally, please ensure that all bedding in the mating suite is stripped down at the end of the session, ready for laundering. Time is now 10:45, mating session commences in one hour, fifteen minutes and counting. That is all."

Eventually, the other door opened and a woman stepped into the room. She was completely naked, not a single adornment on her body, save for a tattoo on her right arm of a naked male posing lewdly with an enormous erection and massively oversized testicles. He estimated her age as about 30 or so, but could tell little else about her. Instinctively, he rose to his feet. She held out her hand.

"Erm... I've been told that all I can tell you about me is my first name. I'm Merissa, pleased to meet you."

"Jim." He replied, shaking her proffered hand. It was a strangely businesslike exchange, considering what was due to occur over the course of the next three days, "Pleased to meet you too Merissa."

She towered over him with a muscular frame that suggested she looked after her physique with regular workout sessions. Her face was rugged which suggested an outdoor occupation - a construction worker perhaps, and her blonde hair was kept so short she could've passed for a member of the Marine Corps. Her breasts were large and were each crowned with large dark pink nipples that seemed to dwarf his own small masculine nipples. Her hips were broad, a sign which in long-forgotten prehistoric days, would've announced her suitability for bearing a child within her womb.

"Oh please, everyone calls me Merry." She said, with a hint of nervousness in her voice.

"Is this your erm... first time?" Jim asked timidly.

"Me? Oh Goddess no! I've had sex many, many times!" Merry replied, "Why do you ask? Is it yours?"

"Yes." Jim replied meekly.

"I see. Well, it is my first time here though." Merry added, "So I guess we're in the same boat in a way."

She sat herself down next to him on the bed.

"If I had my way, I'd be at home right now. Being here and doing this with you is the last thing I want right now." She sighed.

"How so?" Jim asked.

"Well, I had a career, friends, a nice happy home life, and then the call-up comes. Drop everything and report for motherhood, it basically said, or get sent to prison. I mean I knew it would happen sooner or later - it happens to all women sooner or later. We all have to try and get pregnant at least twice, it's just that right now in my life motherhood is the last thing I need."

"You don't want to be a mother?"

"Not right now, but the powers that be have decided otherwise and that now is my time whether I like it or not."

"I guess we all have to make sacrifices in order to keep the human race alive." Jim said mournfully, "I mean, look at me in here. Look at all of us for that matter, cooped up in here when we could be outside in the open air living life in freedom outside the domes."

"You'll be free one day though won't you?"

"Yes, but it's an awfully long way off yet." Jim answered, "And technically speaking, I haven't even started yet."

"Not for much longer." Merry remarked, "In a few minutes the session will begin and I am expected to ride you as often as you can stand it."

"Ride me?"

"On the riding bench. That thing over there." Merry said as she pointed to the unusual item of furniture opposite the bed.

"Riding bench?" Jim asked.

"Well... It is what it is." Merry replied matter-of-factly, "It's a bench. For riding. Riding a male... you know, for tying them down and having sex with them."

"Tying them down?? I... don't understand." A bewildered Jim responded.

Merry sighed loudly.

"Of course you don't." She said as the realisation hit her, "I forgot they don't tell you boys much about the outside world."

Just then the speaker in the ceiling crackled into life.

"Attention female in suite 44 of level D, block 7 - this is a first warning, discussion of the outside world is prohibited. Further infractions will not be tolerated."

"Whoops." Merry said, acknowledging the admonishment, "I guess even that is too much information. We were told, in no uncertain terms, that we are here for one reason and one reason only."

"I suppose that's why this room is so plain." Jim speculated as he looked around the stark interior of the mating suite, "So that there are no distractions."

"I guess so." Merry answered, "We are here to have sex, not to socialise or actually enjoy being together."

Moments later a klaxon sounded, and the clock on the wall began to count down.

72h 59m 58s

72h 59m 57s

72h 59m 56s

"Oh well." Merry sighed, "I suppose we'd better get down to it. Whether we like it or not we have to spend the next 72 hours in here having sex together. So I guess I'd better make a start and get you down on that riding bench."

Whilst in the outside world the taking of a male's virginity was a cause for celebration, in the breeding colony the deflowering of a young male was of no special significance whatsoever. After all, a dairy farmer wouldn't have a celebration whenever a young cow is milked for the first time. In the eyes of the UGC, breeding males were no different - they were just a commodity to be unceremoniously put to use.

"Just sit your bottom on the riding bench and then lie down." Merry instructed, "I'll do all the rest."

Jim sighed resignedly as he rose to his feet, stepped over to the riding bench and sat down.

"Is this absolutely necessary?" Jim said, "I mean, tying me down and everything?"

"Look, it's just the way it is okay. When it comes to sex, women are in charge." Merry stated flatly as she gently pushed Jim down to lie on his back.

"But why? I mean..." Jim asked.

"Yours is not to reason why." Merry interrupted as she took hold of Jim's right arm and placed it into the corresponding leather cuff, "And in this instance, it's not my place either."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Look, at the risk of being told off again... on the outside, when I have sex with a male I like him to be... you know... on top of me." Merry said in a slight whisper as she continued tying Jim down onto the riding bench, "I guess some women find that sort of thing to be a bit odd, a male being on top of a woman I mean, and normally that's how I would like to be doing this."

"But?..." Jim speculated as Merry turned her attention to placing his ankles into the leather cuffs.

"But we were told during our orientation that all copulations must take place with the male on the riding bench and the woman on top of him." Merry clarified.

"So, what's the bed for then?"

"What do you think it's for? It's for sleeping on isn't it!" Merry said as she tightened the webbing straps and completely restraining the prostrate boy, "We are allowed to sleep after all, just not to have sex on it."

Now that Jim had been completely and totally immobilised and unable to put up any resistance, merry gently took his penis and testicles in her rough hands and caressed them a little, to coax his penis into life. She gazed at his organ, bereft of the mass of pubic hair that would normally have grown around it, savouring the sight of it as it gently began to swell and stiffen.

"You know, you have a really beautiful penis." Merry said wistfully as she gently pulled back Jim's foreskin.

"I do?" Jim replied, his heart racing as he felt himself being touched in such a sensitive spot in such an unfamiliar way.

"Yes, you do." Merry confirmed, "It's so very pretty."

She chuckled to herself for a brief moment.

"You know, it kind of makes me feel jealous in a way." She said.

"Jealous? How?" Jim asked in mild astonishment.

"Well, you get to look at it whenever you want to." Merry said, addressing the organ in question instead of speaking to its owner's face, "You know, there is an old term among women for the male genitalia - The Goddess's Divine Sculpture. It's said that She was so proud of Adam, her newest creation, She embellished him with a beautiful appendage to make him stand out from Eve. Of course, it was no coincidence that She created it in such a way that it could give Eve such divine pleasure. In Her infinite wisdom, She blessed males with the penis to give pleasure to women. For Her favourite creation however, she gave the gift of the female orgasm."

"Really?" Jim asked as his penis began to swell in Merry's hand.

"She cursed us however, with having to bear children and to endure the pain of giving birth." She said, now finally looking into Jim's eyes, "Something I'm not particularly looking forward to, I can tell you."

"The Goddess moves in mysterious ways." Jim said.

"Her wonders to perform." Merry said, completing the old adage, "There's two things we are not permitted to question. The wisdom of the Goddess, and the wisdom of the United Global Council. If they say you have to have babies, then that's how it has to be."

The speaker in the ceiling crackled back into life once more.

"The woman in suite 44, level D block 7, this is now an official reprimand. You are there to mate, not to discuss politics or religion! Now get on him and stop wasting precious time!" The voice said sternly, "Any more of this and you shall be disciplined."

The speaker shut off with a sharp click.

Merry sighed.

"Let's just get this over with." She said, mounting the riding bench and picking up Jim's by then fully tumescent member and guiding it to nestle within the glistening pink folds of her vulva.

"You ready?" She asked the naked and helplessly strapped-down boy below her.

"Not really." He confessed in reply, "But there's nothing I can do about it is there?"

"Look, don't try and please me or give me an orgasm or anything." Merry said, hovering above Jim's naked body, "Just do what you have to do and cum in me as quickly as possible."

And with that, she lowered herself down on him, enveloping his erection with the warm silky folds of her vagina.

"Hahh-aaahhh!!" Jim exclaimed as for the first time in his life he felt the sensation of a woman's birth canal ensheathing his penis. He was a virgin no longer, but there had been no affection, no tender foreplay, no love involved. It was merely an instance of 'shut up and get on with it!', with a dark feeling in his heart he realised that this would be his life for the next five years of his enforced naked incarceration within the confines of the Fertilisation Sector of Breeding Colony Theta.

72 Hours

Merry bounced up and down on top of Jim's naked and strapped down body, her breasts jiggling around with each and every thrust.

"Don't... feel... you... have... to... impress... me... with... your... sexual... prowess..." She panted between thrusts, "Just... cum... in... me..."

Below her, Jim was utterly helpless - strapped down as he was, with his arms and legs outstretched, his movement was severely limited. At least, Jim thought to himself as he looked up at the muscular woman riding on top of him, in this position it was the woman that had to do the lion's share of the work - or maybe that should be the lioness's share. All he had to do was lie back and take it. The trouble was, in no way was he even slightly aroused by what was happening. It felt good, of that he could not deny, but it felt wrong to him emotionally as well. He didn't know why if felt wrong, it just did. Some of the young males he shared his barracks with had boasted of how they fantasised about sex with women, but for Jim it had never been a thought he particularly enjoyed entertaining.

Sure, he had become erect as was expected of him, but Jim knew his own body well enough to know that just because he was erect, it didn't necessarily mean he was aroused. Would he feel different if the circumstances were more romantic and weren't so oppressive and institutional? He looked up once more at the naked woman in the throes of having sex with him, almost begging his mind to try and find something about this scenario that he could draw some form of erotic solace from.

"Cum... in... me... boy!" Merry implored as she altered her bouncing movement into a back-and-forth motion as she rocked her hips around the boy's erection within her, "Cum... in... me... now... cum... in... meeeee!!!"

"I'm trying Mistress, I'm... hahhhh!! trying!!" Jim panted in reply.

"Try harder!!!" She commanded, "Cum in me NOWWW!!!"

Fortunately for Jim, the instinctual part of his brain had kicked in. The nerves in his penis flashed their neurological impulses along his spinal cord directly into his brain. His cerebral cortex in turn interpreted the incoming impulses as a sign that his body was engaged in a sexual act and that it was time to ejaculate, and sent a reply back down his spine and into his pelvis, instructing his body to prepare itself for imminent ejaculation.

The reflex action had taken over from his conscious mind. His cremaster muscles drew his testicles up into his pelvic cavity, forcing his sperm cells to leave his seminal vesicles where they had matured, to travel along his vas deferens, the twin tubes that looped up, over and around his bladder and into his ejaculatory ducts. Travelling the equivalent of swimming the English Channel, his spermatozoa reached his bulbourethral glands where they were bathed in seminal fluids to both protect them from the acidic environment of Merry's vagina and to fuel them along their perilous onward journey. His sperm waited in his prostate gland, like an army of tens of millions waiting for the command to charge. A charge that could come at any second.

And come it did. Jim screwed his eyes tightly shut and grimaced as he felt his orgasm build and then just as quickly erupt, causing jolts of electricity to course through his veins as the point of no return was reached. His ejaculation was automatic; simply his body's natural reflex reaction to the external stimulation it was receiving. He felt glad of the release as he erupted inside her, but it was nothing like as satisfying as when he masturbated himself.

Masturbating was his only real pleasure in life, more so than ever since his being admitted into the Fertilisation sector. There was very little in the way of privacy in the barracks he shared with 299 other young males, but that hadn't seemed to be much of a deterrent to his fellow Copulators. On his second full day in the Fertilisation Sector, he had stumbled upon a boy, whose name he did not know at that point, masturbating furiously on one of the toilets. Masturbation was always something that had gone on back in the raising sector where he had grown up, but it was always a clandestine activity behind closed doors. Here, with less privacy than was afforded in the raising sector where at least the toilet stalls had doors on them, one had to take one's chances and hope not to be discovered. The boy's eyes were tightly closed, lost in whatever sexual fantasy he was indulging in and totally unaware of the interloper in his midst. It was the most amazing thing Jim had ever seen, sure he had masturbated himself many times before, but seeing another boy lost in his own world of self-pleasuring had a monumentally arousing effect on him. He noticed that he had become powerfully erect as a result of what he was seeing. He immediately dashed into the adjacent stall and grasped hold of his erection and pumped away with rapid strokes. As he heard the grunting, gasping boy next to him reach his plateau of orgasmic enjoyment, Jim erupted himself after only a few seconds of self-stimulation, such was his own level of arousal.

Masturbating in the presence of another boy felt sensational. Ejaculating inside this strange woman however, left him feeling empty.

"Th... thank you..." Merry panted as she came to a rest, her vagina filled with Jim's spend.

She lifted herself off of him, causing his erection to slap wetly against his belly as it was released from its entombment within her vagina. Jim noticed a little of his excess semen in the fleshy folds between her legs. Leaving him strapped down on the riding bench, she went into the little bathroom to take a little tissue paper to dab away the surplus cum.

"Well, that's the first one out of the way." Merry said as she sat herself down on the bed, "When do you think you'll be ready to go again?"

"I don't know." Jim replied in all honesty, "Maybe an hour or so."

"Let's try for once every three hours shall we?" Merry suggested, "Think you can manage that? Even though the absolute minimum is three times a day, the administrators told us to try for at least 20 times over the three days we're in here, if we do it once every three hours that would make 24 times in total - they should surely be happy with that."

"I guess." Jim replied, still strapped down and spread eagled on the riding bench, "I'm a bit new to this, but whatever you think is best. You are in control as you said, and strapped down like I am on this thing I'm not in any position to stop you am I?"

"A woman is expected to lead the male in the dance of sexual congress." Merry said, quoting from 'Be sure they know their place - a girl's guide to interacting with males', the book that had been required reading during her years at college, "A male is expected to do as he is told by a woman."

The United Global Council often made use of propaganda to promote its ideology, teaching girls from a very young age that they were superior in every way to the male of the species. Subtle messages and contexts in every form of media, from children's programming, to literature to advertising and everything in between, were used to further its socio-political agenda of female supremacy and male subordination. Occasionally, religion was used to justify its policies - the Andrasta plague was a punishment from the Goddess, it argued; divine retribution for what it saw as the past atrocities of the male sex. Women were humanity's only chance of salvation, and the Goddess had made it their obligation to ensure that the male population was strictly controlled to avoid the mistakes of the past. The UGC's control over society was such that any woman who failed to live up to its standards would be severely ostracised, and any instance of a woman displaying behaviour deemed as 'unwomanly', the most heinous of thought-crimes, would be made to feel like a social pariah.
Which was why it never occurred to Merry to release Jim from his bonds and allow him to sit up on the bed next to her. Instead she simply left him where he was.

"I don't suppose there is any chance you could untie me is there?" Jim said after a while, once it had become apparent to him that she wasn't going to release him.

"Oh, erm... Well, I think it might be best if I leave you where you are for now." Merry replied, "At least until we have had a couple more goes. So I don't have to tie you down and untie you too often."

Jim sighed heavily.

"Why don't we talk for a bit?" She suggested, "What sort of music do you like?"

"Umm... In school we were always made to listen to classical music." Jim replied, "Holst's Planets Suite was always my favourite."

"Which part?" Merry enquired.

"Jupiter - The Bringer of Jollity." Jim answered.

Music from the days before the Andrasta Plague had become heavily censored by the UGC Cultural Committee's Board of Censorship. Any popular music that featured male lead singers was deleted, promoting female performers instead. Male classical composers were treated differently however, instead of the composer of the popular Planets Suite being known by his full name; Gustav Theodore Holst, his gender had been wiped from the records and was now known simply by his last name only, thus insinuating anonymous gender neutrality, the default being to assume the composer was female -- after all, only a woman could compose a work of such beauty surely. The same was true of virtually all other classical composers, from Mozart and Bach, to Beethoven and Schubert.

"We were never taught about classical music." Merry said wistfully, "We all used to listen to Metrorock at school, but my mother made sure I listened to the old pre-plague stuff like classical music. She made sure I developed an appreciation for Tchaikovsky and Mahler, her favourite composers."

Metrorock was a style of popular music that mixed contemporary rock music and urban sounds that had taken hold of the music industry (heavily sanctioned by the UGC's board of censorship in order to meet with the criteria of 'cultural acceptability' of course), and always incorporated only female musicians and vocalists. The only male involvement in the Metrorock scene was as scantily clad or completely nude dancers in clubs and in music videos.

They talked for a while, Merry carefully tried to avoid telling Jim too much about the outside world. They talked extensively about music, about their favourite compositions and what it was in particular that they enjoyed about them. Over time, they gradually became used to what was and what wasn't allowed to be discussed. Strictly personal stuff, such as her home life, her day-to-day existence and her past were strictly off-limits. Arts, culture and sports were acceptable however, as were other innocuous subjects such as food, world geography and the sciences. Any talk about the truth of day-to-day life outside the colony was strictly verboten however.

Eventually, Merry noted that the clock on the wall had ticked over to 68h 43m 27s remaining - over three hours had passed since their first coupling. She knelt before Jim's naked spread eagled body and coaxed his penis into life once more.

"Time for us to mate again I'm afraid." She said, looking him in the eye, "Are you ready to go again?"

"Only one way to find out I guess." Jim replied.

Shortly after the clock ticked over 65h 54m 12s remaining, seven hours and three bouts of sexual intercourse since they had first been locked inside together, a panel in bottom of the door in which Merry had first entered slid open and two trays of food were pushed into the room.

"Looks like dinner has arrived." She said as she stepped over to pick up the trays.

Dinner consisted of two separate metal trays, one marked male and the other marked female, divided into several smaller sections. The bland-looking porridge-like substance contained within the largest section of each tray was formulated to provide the optimum levels of vitamins and other nutrients specifically to aid the male and female reproductive systems respectively. It didn't taste particularly appetising, but after the physical exertion of three bouts of fairly rapid sex, both Jim and Merry were in need of the repast.

She set about freeing him from the riding bench, his skin around his wrists and ankles marked slightly from straining at his bonds, and he was a little unsteady on his feet for a few moments as the blood in his circulatory system adjusted from his prone position to being in a standing position. Merry handed him the tray marked 'male' and took the other tray for herself. The rest of the food on the trays was identical; some form of beef stew, a small roll of brown bread, a piece of fruit and a glass of fruit juice.

"How can they make something so stodgy and yet taste of absolutely nothing?" Merry said as she first sniffed and then ate a spoonful of the bland greyish-brown gruel.

"Well, I guess it tasting of nothing is better than it tasting of something bad." Jim answered as he cautiously sampled the stodgy gloop.

"I guess." Merry considered, "Is this typical of the food you boys are normally fed here? The food in the maternity sector is generally pretty good."

"The food's alright I suppose." Jim replied, "Not as nice as it was in the raising sector, but it's much nicer than this stuff. Our whole diet is tightly controlled so as to be as nutritionally beneficial for our reproductive health."

The rest of the food was somewhat more palatable, if institutional in nature, and both of them polished off every last bite. Both then took the opportunity to shower and to freshen up a little, there was only enough room for one person at a time in the shower cubicle, so Merry allowed Jim to go first.

Despite society's new rules that women were superior and males were subordinate, chivalry still played its part, albeit in reverse. It was considered good manners to let males go first and to hold doors open for them, and it was the mark of a gentlewoman to give up her place in a queue. Although there was, as often as not, an ulterior motive to such chivalrous acts - letting a male go before her when standing in line offered a woman a nice opportunity to grope him from behind and holding a door open was a useful opportunity to give a male a friendly pat on his bottom.

They took the opportunity to catch up on some sleep for a few hours after the clock ticked over to 64 hours remaining, with Merry finding that the clock could also be used to set an alarm to enable them to rest without having to worry about oversleeping. Setting the alarm for three hours later, merry climbed into bed alongside Jim. They were asleep within minutes.

Feeling a little fresher after three hours of rest, Merry wasted little time in picking Jim up off the bed, laying him out and strapping him back down onto the riding bench and then riding him three more times over the ensuing nine hours that followed their rest. Each and every time he had sex he felt the same apathy to the situation that he had felt that first time. He simply could not enjoy having sex with a woman - he was not repulsed by it, but it definitely did not feel natural to him. He considered the irony of it; this most supremely natural of interactions, the biological requirement to engage in sexual intercourse to continue the line that united civilised humans and feral animals alike, was the one thing that felt entirely unnatural to him. He should at least feel some form of emotional bond shouldn't he? Even though once their three-day session concluded they would never see each other again, he felt he should surely feel at least a little affection for this woman. But there was no affection for her whatsoever.

She was a nice person, Jim thought to himself, and having sex with her felt good in the strictly physical sense, but he was just not excited by any of this. He wondered if any of his fellow Copulators were feeling the same. He resolved to ask some of them when he next saw them.

After three further sessions of energetic but ultimately unfulfilling sex, and as the clock ticked over to 54h 48m 32s to go, 18 hours since they first entered the mating suite, the two of them climbed exhaustedly into bed once again. Within minutes, the two of them were fast asleep, the only sounds to be heard were their own breathing, the humming of the air conditioning, and the muffled sounds of couples engaged in sexual intercourse in the neighbouring mating suites.

The remainder of the 72 hour mating session followed pretty much the same routine; sex, conversation, more sex, more conversation, yet more sex, food, shower, sleep, sex, conversation, more sex...

By the time the clock on the wall displayed 00h 45m 12s, both Jim and Merry were feeling well and truly fatigued. They had copulated with each other 23 times by then, once roughly every three hours, and both were keen to finally be released from the windowless confines of the mating suite.

But there was time for one last bout.

Merry mounted Jim's restrained body for the final time, taking his penis into her hand and then guiding it up inside her. She rode him as best she could with what reserves of strength she had left, like a marathon runner in the final mile of a 26-mile race, huffing and puffing exhaustedly. Jim meanwhile, having not had to put so much physical exertion into their copulations over the past three days but having spent a considerable portion of it strapped down on the riding bench, was equally feeling depleted and in need of a long rest.

By that time, sex was just little more than an emotionless procedure for Jim; he was simply allowing her to envelop his erection and bounce up and down on him until such time as his natural instinct took over to trigger the reflex action, which caused him to ejaculate inside her. He could sense that, after three days of relentless sex, Merry too was feeling that the novelty had worn off somewhat and both of them were by then simply going through the motions.

The clock on the wall ticked over to 00h 01m 59s remaining.

"So what happens now?" Jim asked tiredly as the last couple of minutes ticked by.

"Well, for me it's back to the maternity sector." Merry replied, "And I just have to wait and see. If in a few weeks time I have my period, it'll mean that we haven't been successful and I'm not pregnant. I'll probably be subjected to a barrage of intimate and invasive tests to see if there is anything wrong with me that may prevent me from becoming pregnant and then I'll be sent back in here to try again with another male within the next six months."

"And what if that still doesn't work?"

"All I know for certain is that I'll simply be released, having served my duty to at least try to get pregnant." Merry explained, "Although what exactly will happen to me I have no idea. A woman serving her time in the breeding colony and not producing at least one baby is seen as an abject failure, an 'un-woman' if you will. I've heard reports that the UGC takes unsuccessful women into hospital against their will and has them forcibly sterilised. And then of course there's the small matter of losing one's bonus."

"Bonus?" Jim enquired.

"If a woman produces a girl she receives a bonus of 50,000 Credits, to help with the costs of raising her. If she gives birth to a boy she gets nothing, save for a certificate from the UGC thanking her for her contribution to repopulating the world."

"What do you want to happen?"

"Me? I don't know really, like I said earlier, motherhood isn't something I have relished. I guess I'd be happy if I didn't get pregnant, but the shame would live with me forever. It's like I'm caught between a rock and a hard place, if I don't get pregnant I'll have done my bit but effectively be ostracised for my failure, but if I do get pregnant I'll have to spend at least the next nine months cooped up in this colony, and I only get to take my baby home with me if it's a girl. I guess what I'd prefer is to have a boy, so I wouldn't have to raise it and I could return to my old life. I won't get a bonus or anything and I'd have to go out and find a new job, but at least I could say that I did my bit."

"Well, whatever happens I wish you the best of luck." Jim replied.

"I guess for you it's back to your barracks." Merry speculated.

"For a couple of days rest and then the whole thing starts all over again." Jim said, completing Merry's sentence for her.

A klaxon sounded suddenly, causing the two of them to jump slightly.

"Attention all... that now concludes this session. Please remove all bedding and the covering on the riding bench in your suite and then place them in the corner ready for collection. The doors shall be unlocked in five minutes and you shall then be free to go."

"Listen, for what it's worth, I'm glad I was assigned to you." Merry said, taking Jim's hands in hers, "I'm tired, sweaty, and sore inside after having so much sex, but I'm glad to have done it with you. I can't wait to have your baby. It's just a pity that you'll never get to see how beautiful she or he will be."

That final sentence stabbed Jim in his heart in a way that he had never seen coming. He slumped down onto the bed and erupted into uncontrollable sobbing, burying his head in his hands as his tears fell like rain.

"Oh Goddess I'm so sorry!" Merry gasped as she hastily sat next to him and tried to comfort him in her arms, "I shouldn't have said that. You poor thing, it must be so hard knowing that you have children out there that you won't be allowed to see."

"Or know anything about." Jim sobbed.

"Shhh... Shhh... It's okay to cry." Merry said in a matronly fashion, cradling his sobbing head and gently stroking his back soothingly, "I shouldn't have said something so tactless. It can be all too easy for us women to take motherhood for granted, I guess we can be guilty of not putting ourselves in a father's shoes and seeing things from his point of view. But your babies will be beautiful Jim, because you're beautiful. Both physically and in your character, you're perfect in every way I can imagine a male to be. And trust me on this; any woman would be honoured to have a baby sired by you growing inside her. The fruit of your loins shall be among the kindest, most beautiful and most intelligent people to have ever lived. I know that may feel as scant consolation right now, but one day in the future when you are free from this place you will be able to look back and say, I did my bit."

At that moment a buzzer sounded and the door that Merry had first entered over 72 hours earlier opened automatically. Immediately, a procession of tired looking naked women began to pass by on their way back to the maternity sector.

Merry rose to her feet.

"I have to go now." She said as she took one last glance of the male who would hopefully have sired a baby inside her, "Thank you for everything. I give you my word in the name of the Goddess; if I have a girl I shall be the most loving and attentive mother I can be to her. If I end up having a boy I'll never forget him or stop wondering whatever becomes of him, and I shall always be proud of him wherever he ends up or whatever he ends up doing, even if it's to follow in his father's footsteps."

She bent down and kissed him lovingly on his forehead.

"Goodbye Jim."

And just like that she was gone.

The Beast and The Boy

Jim laid back tiredly on his bunk. Below him his friend Kulvinder, himself having already served his first session in the mating zone, asked him if he was feeling okay.

"Just exhausted." Jim replied simply to his friend's enquiry.

"I'm with you there!" The Asian boy chuckled in the bunk below, causing the whole thing to shudder a little, "How many times?"

"I dunno. 24 I think." Jim replied, not particularly in the mood for conversation but too tired to remove himself from the boy's presence.

Kulvinder had been taken into the mating zone the day before Jim had, so the Asian boy was already a day ahead of him in terms of his recovery from his sexual exertions.

He hopped out of his bunk and stood up next to Jim.

"You were lucky! Mine did it to me 30 times!" He said, a little too loudly for Jim's liking, "I guess she was a bit too enthusiastic about preserving the British Asian race and got too carried away. And I was in no position to object, what with being strapped down on that Goddess awful riding thing!!"

"Yeah, what the hell is with that?" Jim said, summoning the strength to sit up a little.

"I don't know. All she told me is that it was how women always had sex with males." Kulvinder replied.

"Mine said she actually preferred having a male on top, but the Breeding Colony authorities told her she has to do it with me strapped down under her. Didn't it make you feel... I dunno... like just an object?" Jim asked.

"I guess." The dark-skinned Asian boy replied in his thick sub continental accent, "But I guess it is just something we have to get used to."

A resigned silence ensued as both boys reflected upon their current station in life. Here they were, kept naked twenty-four hours a day for the next five years. During which time they would be mated again and again in order to sire as many offspring as possible. All while being strapped down so that they could not resist in any way.

"Listen Jim, there's a play tonight down at the theatre. A comedy, it sounds like it would be fun!" Kulvinder suggested.

"Thanks Kul, but I'd rather just sleep if that's alright." Jim declined politely.

"Sure friend, whatever. You need some rest, I forgot how tired I was myself yesterday." Kulvinder replied warmly, "But the offer's still open if you want to come."

The Asian boy took his leave, leaving Jim alone in his bunk. Around him the other boys that had just returned from the mating zone with him laid in their own bunks, probably as deep in thought and feeling equally as tired, used and depleted as himself. Lying back on his bed, he thought back over what had happened in the mating suite with Merry over the previous three days. Why had sex felt like such an anticlimax to him? The first thing Kulvinder had said to him as Jim staggered back into the barracks and hauled himself up onto his bunk was "wasn't that amazing?!?" It didn't help matters that it was a sentiment that was shared with many of the other young males in their barracks. Was there something wrong with him? He thought to himself - surely he should've enjoyed having sex, as all the other boys seemed to have done. Sure, there was the being strapped down element that may have affected him but it didn't seem to have that much of an affect on the other boys - they just seemed to accept that it was normal to have to be incapacitated like that.

He turned over to lie on his front and buried his head under his pillow in an attempt to shut out the cacophony of sound that permeated around the barrack block. His fatigued state was such that his body needed little persuasion to drift off to sleep.

He dreamed of a green place, a forest of immensely tall trees that resembled a green cityscape of natural skyscrapers. It was a bright sunny day above him, bathing the treetops in warm natural sunlight. Down on the ground where he found himself however, it was dark and forbidding. It was as if he were at the rough end of the city, where he might be mugged at any time. Feeling cold and vulnerable in his nakedness, he hurried through the immense tree trunks, his bare feet stepping through decaying leaves and muddy puddles of water so black they looked as though they were bottomless abysses that he might drown in if he wasn't careful. The sudden sound of a piercing howl behind him made him stop dead in his tracks. Behind him he could hear a snorting, snarling creature, it's breathing so heavy that the sound of its exhalations seemed to echo around the trees. Jim dared himself to turn around and face up to whatever it was that stalked him.
He recoiled in terror at the sight that his eyes alighted on - an eight-foot tall hairy beast, undeniably female with its huge breasts and wide hips. Between its legs there was an opening, a second mouth of sorts. A second vertically oriented mouth that possessed a set of razor sharp fangs that gnashed and salivated threateningly. The creature's back resembled a soft thin mattress-like pad, and at each of its limbs was a leather cuff attached to a webbing strap that seemed to be embedded into its flesh. It was as though the riding bench he had been strapped down on had come to life, transmogrified into a monstrous apparition of naked female oppression.

The beast roared in a high-pitched shriek that reverberated around the primeval forest.

Jim's instinct had but one simple instruction...

RUN!!!

Jim sprinted as fast as he could, his adrenaline rush temporarily making him forget the pain in his feet from the sharp splinters of wood and thorns that littered the forest floor. The lumbering beast gave chase, pushing branches aside as though they were mere twigs. Jim panted and gasped as he ran for his life, the beast relentless in her pursuit of him. On and on he ran, his feet red and bloody, his legs covered in filth, his back sweaty and his heart racing. Several times he stumbled along the way in the course of his desperate escape, each time only just managing to regain his footing before the beast was upon him once again.

Eventually the beast began to fall back, giving him some precious breathing space. But he knew he had to keep on running, he had to survive and outrun this monstrous leviathan that pursued him. He ploughed his way through the dark mass of trees. His smaller stature meant he was more nimble than the creature, enabling him to increase his lead over it as it lumbered along in its relentless chase. He zipped hither and thither between the tree trunks until finally he saw blessed sunlight ahead of him - a clearing in the midst of the dark forest. He ran headlong towards the light.

Emerging from the darkness of the forest, he found himself bathed in bright sunlight that immediately warmed his skin. But the beast was still behind him. He continued to run forward until he found himself running across perfectly white soft sand into a sea of the most pure azure blue waters he had ever seen. He turned to see the dense forest behind him stretching away for miles on either side like the front line of an immense regiment of timber soldiers. The beast suddenly appeared in the bright sunlight, shrieking and shielding its eyes from the intense light. The beast roared a high-pitched guttural bellow before skulking back from whence it came as if to say 'until next time...'.

Jim turned to face the turquoise sea that now lay before him, an ocean of perfection that glittered in the bright sunshine. Suddenly, something appeared to rise up from the water before him.

It was a boy.

His hair was a shocking shade of blonde and framed a perfect face that gazed back at him with the deepest, most soulful deep blue eyes he had ever seen. His broad masculine shoulders hinted at his masculine prowess, his chest a perfectly sculpted landscape of muscles with pectorals crowned with small dark pink nipples. As the boy waded towards him, more and more of him was revealed from the water that surrounded him. His hips were narrow and his legs were long and muscular with beautifully defined thighs and calves. But his crowning glory was what lay at his very centre, at the very nexus where his legs met his torso.

The most perfect penis he had ever set eyes on.

It was large but without being too big, it was slightly darker in colour to the rest of his hairless, naked skin, and it stood proudly erect, his foreskin revealing just a little of the glans beneath it. Jim stood hypnotised as the boy's organ pulsed and throbbed as he came to stand before Jim, beads of water on his chest and shoulders glinted in the sun.

It was the most incredibly erotic thing he had ever witnessed. His own member, seemingly flawed compared to this vision of penile perfection before him, came to life to result in the most intense of erections he had ever felt.

The boy spoke to him.

"Jim." He said ethereally.

"You... You know my name?" Jim replied in astonishment.

"Jim!" The boy said again, this time sounding a little impatient.

"Jim!" The boy's accent changed suddenly, sounding vaguely sub continental.

"Jim!!"

He awoke with a start to find Kulvinder staring back at him.

"Wha...?" Jim groaned as he was wrenched from his dream and dumped harshly back to reality.

"I thought you could do with something to eat." The Asian boy said, smiling as he offered a tray of roasted vegetables and what appeared to be some kind of roasted meat.

"How long have I been asleep?" He yawned, lifting himself up a little.

He stopped suddenly as he realised that he was immensely erect.

"Hours my friend!" Kulvinder grinned, "You missed the call for dinner, so I thought I'd better bring you something back."

"Thanks Kul, I'll erm... have it in a minute." Jim replied with a yawn. There was no way he was going to move until his dream induced erection had subsided.

Never before had he dreamt something so vividly terrifying and yet awe-inspiringly erotic at the same time. What did it all mean?

A Veil Lifted

Three months later.

By now Jim was used to his red wristband suddenly coming to life when he woke up in the morning. The pattern of existence as a Copulator in the immense Fertilisation Sector, which Jim had learned was most commonly referred to as 'The Stud Farm' among his contemporaries, was now firmly established. Thus, every 14 days his wristband flashed and vibrated, signaling to him that it was time once again for him to make his way to the mating zone and submit himself to endure another exhausting 72-hour session of enforced sexual intercourse.

The routine of trudging towards the mating zone, confirming his identity, being scanned and directed to a mating suite and forced into having emotionless sex whilst strapped down on a riding bench over a seemingly interminable three day period, had become so familiar to him he felt as though his life was on a long circular conveyor belt. It was as though the act of sex, which should normally be a loving union between two people exploring and expressing their love for each other, something that was meant to be a beautiful display of adoration for one another, had become a Sisyphusian labour; a never-ending routine of sexual servitude. All ostensibly in the cause of restoring the population of the world.

Another thing that had become a routine was his dream. Over the months that had followed, he had the same dream, or similar variations of it, on an almost nightly basis. Sometimes the beast was vivid in his dream, sometimes it was more abstractly represented. Sometimes the dark forest was a scene of urban deprivation, sometimes the scene of his dream was a vast medieval catacomb. But there was one thing that never, ever changed.

The boy.

The vision of the boy that awaited him at the conclusion of each and every dream had begun to haunt him. He was such an alluring sight in his perfect nudity - a living epitome of absolute masculine perfection. An ideal of male virility, energy and beauty. His athleticism was a benign expression of his natural power. And his scent... Jim could recall it as vividly in his mind as though the boy was stood before him in real life, a heady musky aroma, not unpleasant in any way, but hypnotically arousing. He never failed to wake from his dreams in anything less than a state of immense tumescence.

Often had been the occasion when he awoke to find that his sheets had been soiled by his nocturnal emissions.

Reluctantly, he hauled himself from his bunk and followed the daily procession of naked young males towards the mating zone. At least when he was being forced to have repeated bouts of sex underneath a woman, he was temporarily freed from his dream, but only because there was little opportunity for anything more than a short sleep between bouts of sex. As soon as he was returned to his barracks, the dreams would return again. All the while, his lack of emotional engagement in sex with women troubled him in equal measure. He should enjoy sex, he reasoned. After all, it felt good. Really good in fact - it felt pleasurable, but at the same time it felt strangely un-pleasurable.

After having endured his mental torture for three entire months, events suddenly came to a head.

As he made his way past the line of uniformed women that scanned the QR code on his bottom and informed him of which mating suite to report to; Suite No.12, Level A of Block 22, as he found himself in a throng of naked males in the vast hall that stood between the checkpoint and the ranks of buildings that housed the mating suites, he saw something unmistakable before him. Some fifty or so feet from him, was a boy with beautiful bright blonde hair.

He immediately ran forward, excusing himself as he pushed past one boy after another. He was sure that some of the crowd of naked boys he shoved out of his way took his actions as some kind of rampant over-enthusiasm to get in to his suite and get down to business.

Closer and closer he got to the boy with the bright blonde hair; he felt that the closer he got to the boy, the nearer he would get to finally having an answer as to who he was and why he haunted his dreams so. Finally, he found himself directly behind him, his naked back and bottom with its distinctive black QR code looking like some vaguely cubist work of art upon the soft skin of his buttock cheek. He placed his hand upon the boy's shoulder to turn him towards him.

When the boy turned to face him however, it was not the sight that he had expected to encounter. He was blonde, of that he was not mistaken, but that was where the similarities to the boy from his dreams ended. His eyes were hazel, rather than deep blue. His frame was far from muscular, almost to the point of being skinny. His face bore a sizeable mole just above his left eye and between his legs, his penis was small by comparison to the majestic phallus of the male in his dreams.

"What do you want?" The boy asked him tersely.

"Sorry... I er... thought you were someone else." Jim replied apologetically.

Excusing himself, Jim simply trudged away to find his assigned mating suite. As he made his way among the procession of naked males towards the venue for his latest 72-hour session of reluctant intercourse beneath whichever woman had been assigned to him, he resolved that he needed to seek help and to try to find some answers.

A week later, following his latest session in the mating zone and a few days to rest afterwards, Jim decided that enough was enough. And so he found himself sitting in a plastic chair in a corridor outside the sector counsellor's office. It was on the edge of the infirmary level, located 100 feet underground beneath the accommodation barracks. The infirmary was every bit as well equipped as any major city centre hospital; there was an operating theatre, a dental clinic, a fully equipped emergency unit, screening facilities, several wards of beds and numerous clinics and offices for consultants and general practitioners. The breeding colony administration took the health and wellbeing of their stock of breeding males very seriously indeed. After all, a male out of action due to ill-health was a useless commodity, getting them back into action as soon as possible whatever the cost was therefore seen as a worthwhile enterprise. And of course, they needed to be healthy for when they had served their ultimate purpose after five years.

Uniformed women and naked males strolled up and down the corridor as he sat and waited. No appointment was ever necessary to see the counsellor, her door being 'open' whenever a male wished to seek her help, although the door itself would actually be locked during a consultation to allow for privacy. All males were actively encouraged to speak about their feelings and to not be afraid of seeking help whenever they felt down or in need of guidance. In fact, all around the Fertilisation sector were posters with messages such as 'don't bottle it in' and 'feeling low? come and talk about it'.

With a click, the door to the counsellor's office unlocked and a dark-skinned boy stepped out of the room. He was followed moments later by the counsellor. Her uniform was much like that of all the other women that worked in the Fertilisation sector, albeit with one noticeable difference. Those who worked in the infirmary wore green uniforms so as to distinguish them from the regular staff above ground who always wore white.

"Come back to see me if you need to talk about it again." The counsellor said to the black boy as he took his leave, "I shall be off-duty as from Wednesday, but I shall be back here in four weeks if you don't want to talk to my colleague when she takes over from me."

"Yes, I will... thank you Mistress." The boy said before turning and walking away down the corridor back towards the lifts that would take him back to the surface.

"Hello there, would you like to come in?" The counsellor said to Jim with a maternal smile.

Jim rose to his feet and followed her into her office. She closed and locked the door behind them and then smiled at Jim once again. He turned to face away from her and bent over slightly to present his bottom to her so that she could scan his QR code. He heard a soft bleep as the laser scanner read his identification marking and displayed his relevant information on its screen.

"Ah, 758994. What brings you here today?" The counsellor said as she set the scanner device down on her desk.

"I'm er... I've been um..." Jim stuttered, suddenly unable to voice his concerns to the uniformed counsellor, "It's... oh, it's silly... it's nothing really. I'd better go."

"Why don't you let me be the judge of that." The counsellor said, placing a comforting hand on Jim's shoulder, "Something is clearly bothering you, why don't you pop yourself down on my couch here and tell me about it hmm?"

Jim sighed.

"Yes Mistress." He replied eventually.

"Please, you can call me Ellen." The counsellor said as she guided Jim to her consulting couch, "There are no surveillance cameras or microphones in here so you won't be punished for not calling me 'mistress'. Anything that happens in this room is in the strictest confidence, totally between you and me and no one else. You can talk to me about anything you want, I'm not here to judge you or tell you what to do and what not to do - I'm only here to listen to you and to help you, okay?"

"Yes Mist... I mean, Ellen." Jim answered as he sat down on the softly upholstered couch, a stark contrast to the institutional plastic furniture he was used to.

"Now then, tell me what it is that's bothering you." Ellen said as she sat in a leather armchair next to him.

"Well, I've been... having this dream." Jim began, "And it's the same dream every time. Well, not exactly the same every time, but it's usually the same and it always follows the same pattern."

"I see... recurring dreams are very common. They aren't usually something to be too alarmed about." Ellen began, "Tell me, what happens during these dreams?"

"Well, usually I find myself in a dark place. Sometimes it's a derelict city, sometimes it's a dark forest. On one occasion it was in a network of underground caverns." Jim explained as best he could, "All of a sudden I hear a noise behind me. Every time I try not to turn to see what it is that made the sound, but every time I can't help myself."

"And what is it that you see?" Ellen enquired.

"It's... it's a beast. Well, sometimes it's a beast. Sometimes it's a lot more abstract, but my mind always interprets it as a beast."

"What does this beast look like?"

"It... well, it... look, this is going to sound stupid, I might as well get up and go now." Jim said as he began to raise himself up off the couch.

"Stay where you are 758994, just tell me what it looks like. I can't help you unless you tell me, I'm sure it isn't silly really. Believe me, I've been doing this job along time and in my years as a counsellor I have pretty much heard it all. Now come on, what does it look like?"

Jim sighed deeply.

"Well, I guess it's like a hybrid of a sort of huge bear or a werewolf crossed with..." Jim paused, "Crossed with..."

"With...?" Ellen prompted.

"With one of those riding bench things in the mating suites. See, I told you it was stupid!" Jim buried his face in his hands and started sobbing a little, certain in his mind that the counsellor thought of him as a complete and utter fool.

"It's not stupid James." Ellen said, trying to reassure him and using his given name instead of just his number, "Is there anything else?"

"Well... like I said, it's like a sort of living riding bench and it has the same sort of cuffs on it attached to straps on each of its arms and legs, as though they are actually growing out of it. And there's something else too."

"What's that?"

"It's always female."

"Female?"

"Well, it's covered in like, dark matted hair from head to toe, but it has huge breasts. And then, between its legs where its vagina should be, it has this like, second vertical mouth. And this mouth is full of sharp teeth and it's always salivating some kind of unspeakably horrible drool."

"So, what usually happens next?"

"Well, I run. I run for my life." Jim replied flatly, "I run as fast as I possibly can, even though the ground beneath me is rough and hurts my feet. I always end up filthy and covered in scratches but gradually I manage to put some distance between me and the beast."

"Uh-huh, so you manage to outrun it?"

"Always." Jim replied, "I eventually find myself running out of the dark place and into the open. It's always a perfect sandy beach with a crystal clear turquoise sea on a gloriously sunny day, exactly like I have seen in pictures. As soon as the beast reaches the daylight it shields its eyes as if it is being blinded and then it just skulks back into the darkness where it came from. And it's then that I see him."

"Him?"

"A boy." Jim continued, "The most perfect boy I have ever seen. I have no idea who he is, but he calls me by name as though he knows me. And just like me, he's always naked. And it's always then, just as he speaks my name, that I wake up."

Jim paused for a moment, gathering himself before continuing with an embarrassing admission.

"When I wake up from the dream I um... I always have an... an erection." He said bashfully, casting his eyes down at the floor.

"Is that all?" Ellen said.

"Sometimes I find I have... erm... sort of... squirted... in my bed."

"Squirted?"

"Yes, you know, my erm... my cum."

"I see. You know, wet dreams are perfectly normal for boys your age, it's nothing to be ashamed of." Ellen said soothingly.

"I know it is." Jim replied, "We were taught that in school. What I don't understand is why."

From out of nowhere, Ellen changed the subject.

"Tell me, you've been in the Fertilisation sector for what, three months now? How have you found the mating sessions so far?"

"Well, hard work obviously." Jim answered, "And I don't like being strapped down on to those riding bench things, especially after the dreams I've been having."

"Aside from the physical work, how does it feel, having sex with women?"

"Well, I don't know... I mean, I don't know how it's meant to feel."

"Does it feel good?"

"Well, yes I suppose."

"But...?"

"But... I don't know. It feels good, like when I'm inside her and she's like, on top of me, and when I cum inside her it feels wonderful. But I'm not like, enjoying it, do you know what I mean?"
"I think I do." Ellen replied, "You enjoy the physical sensation of sex but there is no emotional enjoyment in it for you."

"But am I supposed to? I mean, is it normal to not enjoy it like that?"

"Oh James," Ellen sighed, "There's no such thing as 'normal', everybody is different and everybody experiences different things in different ways. Your file says that so far your mating sessions have been successful, that you have managed to ejaculate inside your partner every time so far, so I wouldn't worry too much about not enjoying it. Tell me, the beast in your dreams, does that affect you in any way when you are mating?"

"What, because the beast is female? You think that I might associate it with a woman?" Jim queried, "I mean, the thought had crossed my mind obviously. But rationally, I know that a woman's vagina isn't filled with sharp fangs like the beast in my dreams. So I guess that when I'm having sex, not that there is anything I can do about it anyway what with being strapped down and all, my logical mind sees past it."

"But you still feel nothing emotionally."

"Yes." Jim confirmed.

Ellen leant forward and placed her hand upon Jim's knee.

"James, from what you've told me, about your dream and about your feelings, or should I say lack of feelings in the mating suite, it all leads to a fairly logical explanation."

"It does?" Jim asked hopefully.

"Yes, it does." Ellen confirmed, "In fact, I'm surprised you haven't come to the same conclusion yourself. But then sometimes it can be hard to see the wood for the trees, so to speak."

She leant forward and took his hands in hers.

"James, I think you might be gay."

"Gay??" Jim recoiled in shock.

"There's nothing wrong with you. It's perfectly okay to be gay and to find other boys attractive." Ellen replied, trying to keep the boy calm, "And there certainly is no law against it."

"I know, it's just..."

"It's just a bit of a shock hearing someone else confirming something that deep down inside you have already known for many years." Ellen speculated.

"Yes... I guess." Jim answered.

"Listen James, when you break down your dream it's fairly obvious. The beast I believe represents everything that feels emotionally wrong to you; the being tied down for sex, the notion of the female sex as being something that may, subconsciously at least, be something that is dangerous or harmful to you. The boy, and the fact that you always awake with an erection and sometimes having ejaculated in your sleep, represents your true desires - your true sexuality. And there is nothing to be ashamed about as far as that's concerned. There are many gay males in this colony and the administrators are totally okay with that so long as it doesn't interfere with their mating obligation and they fulfill their duty."

"Really?" Jim asked, with a hint of hope in his voice.

"Yes, really." Ellen confirmed.

"I guess, now that you mention it, I have found other boys attractive." Jim said as he sat himself up, "I mean, there have been several times since I got here that I have found myself erm... aroused... by seeing so many naked boys in one place. Especially during the decontamination we all went through."

"Believe me, it's hard for those of us who work here too!" Ellen chuckled, "So many lovely naked males everywhere and the rules of the sector are strictly 'look, but don't touch!' Well... except..."

"Except?"

"Nothing. Just ignore me. Wishful thinking!" Ellen said, as though realising she had said too much.

"Back in the raising sector we were all clothed. Well, except when we were in the showers obviously." Jim continued, "But I guess I was too young back then. Since coming here though, and being surrounded by naked boys all the time, it's as though this gay streak in me has suddenly awakened."

"It's not a 'streak' James, being gay is part of who you are, you just have to accept it. It's a part of you, but it doesn't define you, do you understand?"

"I... I think so." Jim replied.

"Believe me, the sooner you accept your sexuality and embrace it, the sooner you'll start to feel better." Ellen continued, "Listen, don't try and hide it, don't think you have to be ashamed of it. You'll find that most of the other boys out there will be quite understanding about it. And those that aren't? Well, that's their problem, it certainly isn't yours!"

"I guess..."

"Listen, we'd better wrap this up now." Ellen said, glancing at the clock on her office wall and getting to her feet, "I hope that this session has been helpful for you. If you ever need to talk to someone, you know where you can find me. And my colleague will be more than happy to talk to you as well when she comes on shift, I'll pass on your details to her and fill her in about our talk here. If you'd like me to that is, if you only want to talk to me about it that's quite okay, you'll just have to wait until I return to duty in a month's time."

"Yes, erm... thanks." Jim said as he too rose to his feet and followed the counsellor to the door.

"Just remember." Ellen said as she unlocked the door, "There's nothing wrong with you. You're just... you. Okay?"

"Yes. Thanks - I'll um... speak to you soon." Jim replied as he stepped out into the corridor. Already another young male, a fair-skinned boy with ginger hair, was waiting outside for his own consultation with the counsellor.

"Goodbye, 758994." She said, using his number once again now that they were outside the privacy of the consulting room and back under the gaze of the surveillance cameras.

"Goodbye Mistress. I feel better already." Jim replied truthfully.

"I'm glad to hear it!" The counsellor replied with a smile before turning her attention to her next patient, "Now then Pretty One, how can I help you today?..."

The door clicked shut behind them leaving Jim out in the corridor once more. He did feel better already - as though a veil had been lifted from his eyes and suddenly he could see clearly for the first time. As though he was freed from some unidentifiable mental incarceration. As he walked back to his barracks he felt a sense of optimism that had eluded him from the very moment he had first arrived in the Fertilisation sector. The counsellor, Ellen, had been right, he should have seen it himself all along. He wondered why then, he had been in denial for so long. He called upon his memories of his childhood to try and summon up some long-forgotten incidence of feeling attracted to any of his contemporaries. None sprang to his mind. In fact, he recalled being just like all the other boys, living a carefree life being looked after by uniformed women.

He picked apart his adolescence to see if he had had any kind of sexual awakening that he had suppressed all these years. Again, he could think of nothing. The only hint of his homosexuality that he could think of was the occasions when he would become aroused while using the communal showers with the other young males. At the time, he recalled simply putting it down to embarrassment at being naked in the presence of others. With a smirk he realised the irony of it, all through his life he had been embarrassed about being naked in the presence of others, now here he was having communal nudity forced upon him 24 hours a day. Suddenly it became apparent as to why he had been so uncontrollably erect during his first days in the Fertilisation sector. In the weeks and months that had passed he had obviously just got used to it now, his spontaneous erections had subsided for the most part. The only thing now that caused him to engorge was thinking about the boy in his dream.

As he stepped into the lift that would take him up the 100 feet back to the surface and to the accommodation dome, he made a solemn vow to himself; to find that boy, wherever he was, whoever he may be, he would find him one day.

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Aug 12, 2018 in femdom

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