Something had to be done about the ominous world population decrease.
Based on the works of ron de, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Kristin lay naked on the bed with her legs spread a little and watched as S405698 removed his clothing. Before, she'd been nervous, but eager. Now, as he removed his underwear and his erect cock bobbed free, she was nervous and a little afraid. It was her first time in six months, the celibacy period mandated by her contract, and she was a little fearful of how it would feel. He looked large - not particularly long, but really thick. Matt, her former partner, hadn't been so thick and it always felt like he stretched her a lot.
He smiled as he approached.
"This your first time here?"
Kristin nodded her confirmation.
He smiled again and stroked her right breast.
"Just relax, and I'll make this great for both of us. Do you have a favorite position?"
Kristin's voice was almost a whisper.
"I thought it made a difference and we'd have to do it with you on top."
He chuckled.
"That's just an old wives tale. All the data says it really doesn't matter as long as you have an orgasm. Usually it doesn't matter even if you don't providing the time is right, but I'll make sure you do. Now, what do you like? I read your application, but some women have special things they like and are too embarrassed to write them down. It's just you and me here, and it will be better for us both if I know."
Kristin thought for a moment. Should she tell him, could she tell him, that having her nipples pinched tight and then pulled would send her into a blinding orgasm? Would he think she was weird if she told him that?
He smiled when she didn't answer.
"You won't shock me, I promise. I've heard everything from 'spank me really hard' to 'pull my hair' to 'tell me I'm just a brood cow and you're going to breed me like a bull'. There have been other things too, but those are probably the most common."
Kristin smiled coyly.
"Well...I like it best when I'm on my hands and knees...and I like my nipples pinched hard and then pulled."
He smiled again.
"That's one of my favorites too. Before we do that, let's get you ready."
Kristin was quiet when he began stroking her breasts, but caught her breath when he lightly brushed her nipples with his fingertips. When he nuzzled her breast and then closed his lips around her right nipple, she closed her eyes so she could feel every little tingle. After he stroked down her side and then slipped a fingertip between her puffy lips, she wasn't afraid anymore. She just felt the craving building, the craving to be penetrated by his thick cock, and then taken to the point her body would convulse as the orgasm sent her into a blinding fog of sensations.
That was when he'd pump his seed into her, the thick, white, sticky ropes carrying his sperm that would find their way to her womb and impregnate her. She wouldn't feel the spurts, she knew that, but she'd feel his thick cock throb inside her when he did it. Some women in her group who were there for the second or third time said they thought they could feel it splatter inside them, but Kristin never had. All she'd ever felt were the contractions that twisted her belly in a knot, caused her legs to turn to jelly, and made her hips writhe around the cock inside her.
And so it was that day. He stroked his finger in and out, then used two fingers to stroke deep while his thumb lightly brushed her clit, and all the time, his mouth sucked and pulled at her nipples. By the time he turned her over and lifted her hips so she was on her hands and knees, she'd felt the orgasm building twice. He'd stopped his stroking fingers and thumb then, but as soon as her hips stopped rocking into his hand, he started again.
Kristin had just gotten to her hands and knees when she felt him spread her lips and then slide his rigid cock between them. She was so wet by then there wasn't much sensation until his cock head touched her clit. Her body jerked when that happened and she tried to move forward so his cock was at her entrance.
He wouldn't let her do that though. He just kept stroking his cock between her wet, swollen lips until his cock head and shaft glistened with the slippery/sticky wetness that flowed from her entrance when she tightened her belly. He smiled to himself at how well he'd excited her.
That was a point of personal pride with him. He'd been taught the mechanics, but his real education had come from a woman named Barbara. She'd been very forward about what she liked and didn't like, and one of the things she liked was being teased until she was gasping for breath and her wetness flowed enough it trickled from her entrance and then down between her ass cheeks.
He knew Kristin was ready when she began pushing back against him, trying to get his cock inside her. He hoped she was close to an orgasm because when a breeder acted like this one was acting, he sometimes had trouble holding back until she came. It wasn't the way she moaned and panted. It was the way her lips gradually swelled and then opened when he spread her legs a little more.
Kristin felt him pushing his cock head at her entrance and then the feeling of him stretching her open. It didn't happen all at once like she thought it might. After all, he was being paid to breed her, not to make love to her and she thought he'd want to do it as fast as possible.
He didn't though, and Kristin couldn't hold back the moan as his thick, swollen cock head eased into the snug spot just inside her entrance. She moaned again when he pushed deeper and she felt him fill that tight ring. He didn't keep going then. He just pushed in and out right there, making his cock head stretch her open and then letting her close a little. In less than a minute, Kristin was unconsciously pushing back at his cock and trying to get him inside her all the way.
He did push harder then, and Kristin gasped as his cock head slipped past that snug spot but the stretching feeling didn't lessen. It was still there, the same pressure that sent little tingling sensations to her brain and her core. Those sensations tightened her belly and took every thought from her mind except the exquisite stretching and his hands on her breasts.
He was carefully watching what she did, and when he began hearing her rasping, panting breaths knew she was close. He moved his hands from cupping her full, hanging breasts to close his fingertips on her swollen nipples. When he pinched them lightly, she moaned. He pinched harder and felt her passage clamp down on his cock.
She rammed her body back when he pinched harder still, hard enough he knew he was flattening her nipples between his index fingers and thumbs, and she started to make continuous little moans. It would only take a little more and she'd have the orgasm she needed to have for it to be nearly certain he'd impregnate her.
He pulled down hard then and stretched her breasts out into cones. She shrieked and he felt her begin to shake. She started to sag then because her legs were shaking, so he put his left hand under her belly to hold her up, and began pushing his cock in and out a little faster. In moments, she began to murmur something he couldn't understand, and when he pulled hard on her right nipple, she shrieked and started to writhe her hips. As soon as he felt her body jerk the first time, he allowed himself to let go. With a groan, he pushed his cock in until his belly flattened her shaking hips and then felt the surge race up his cock and inside her. Three more times, he gasped as his cock went home and another surge flew out the tip.
She was still making little mewing cries and pushing back into his cock when he groaned and felt another tightening in his cock. That one would be just a dribble, but it would add to the amount he could already feel leaking out of her and onto the mattress.
It wouldn't matter if some leaked out. He could feel her body moving now, feel her passage contract and then push out, then contract again. Her body was doing what it was supposed to do, dipping the tip of her womb into the sperm that covered it and helping the sperm find its way inside.
He kept his cock in her and stroking until it got soft enough it was just bending when he stroked in. He pulled out then, but held her lips closed with two fingers until he couldn't feel the little contractions anymore. He knew it wouldn't matter if he did that, but he liked the way most women reacted when he lightly pinched their lips together and then moved them around. This one was no exception. She purred out a little moan and then her hips rocked a little.
She was lying on her back when he got dressed, and just before he left; she blew him a kiss and said "Thank you".
He grinned.
"The pleasure was mine."
The Emptiness
As Danny walked back to his room, he smiled at his fortune to be one of the chosen males. It was partly because of his intelligence but also because of his build. He was a little over six feet tall, depending upon the time of day, and was a lean and strong hundred and seventy pounds. That had been enough to get him the position, and when his sperm count was higher than average, that was an added advantage.
He didn't know how many women he'd impregnated, but he knew he'd been mated with about a hundred and fifty over the past two years. He figured he had about another ten years of service left, give or take, as long as his sperm count remained at least average. By that time, the crisis would have been avoided and though the breeding program would still be required, the natural process of reproduction would again be helping to populate the earth.
In another four days, Danny would have another appointment with a woman probably between the ages of nineteen and twenty-nine. There had been women as old as forty in the beginning, but anything over twenty-nine was considered a little old now. A breeder could be bred only every two years, and the sociologists had all agreed that after the age of thirty, the breeder should concentrate on child rearing. A woman who was nineteen at her first breeding was optimal. She could be bred seven times before retiring.
The other issue with a woman's age was fertility. After the age of thirty, it sometimes took two breedings to impregnate her, and that wasted sperm. Women as old as forty had been used to get things started though, because not using every available and willing woman would have been catastrophic. A few women over thirty were still being bred, but those were women with exceptionally high intelligence, nearly perfect physical traits, and strong mothering instincts.
Foundational Knowledge
The federation authorities were not going to question the sages of the academics. Science must never be questioned by the unenlightened; and certainly not publicly opposed. It was met with swift re-education orders, and the rebels who dared challenge the sages were taken to institutions where they were re-educated. Sometimes they were further treated with pharmaceuticals to bring ‘balance’ to their temperament, before slowly being re-introduced to the civilian populations.
Mandated Abstinence Phase
Four days of rest was optimal for Danny according to the testing he'd been through. Some sires needed as many as six, but four days gave his body a chance to replenish his sperm and gave his mind a chance to rest from the concentration required to ensure the woman had an orgasm. During those days, he'd sleep, eat, stay in shape with a workout or a swim, and do little else other than take a class or two in how to arouse women. Danny didn't really need the classes in how to cause orgasms in most women, but there were some women who needed what Judy, the instructor, called "special handling", so he'd take at least one.
Judy always taught the classes nude so she could demonstrate, and Danny wished she was one of the breeders. While he was skilled in producing orgasms in any woman, he sometimes had to concentrate on producing his own if the breeder had small breasts or narrow hips. Judy had the large, heavy breasts and sensuous, wide hips, the same characteristics that always made it easy for him to fill a breeder with his sperm. Unfortunately for him, Judy was forty-eight and no longer fertile. Coupling with her would have been an exquisite experience, he thought, but would have also been a waste of his sperm.
He'd have liked being the first to breed her because she was probably quite a woman when she was nineteen, but in those days, things were done a little differently. Most matings were natural then, and the selection process was left up to the individuals involved.
A Dying Human Race
No one could put a single, concrete reason to the lack of population growth the world was experiencing during the early 2000's, but it was definitely a problem and it was growing quickly. In 2015, the population of the globe was a little over seven billion and growing slowly. By 2030, that number had stabilized because the death rate was about equal to the birth rate. Medical science had not been able to find a way to extend the life of any individual. All evidence appeared to point to a biologically programmed "expiration date" for the human body.
It was estimated by the W H O that with the current declining birth and steady death rates, in ten years the population of Earth would be nearly halved and would continue to decline at a rate of about eight percent per year. Within twenty years because of geographical dispersion, the human species would effectively be extinct. A few small pockets of humans would exist in the major cities, but would quickly begin to suffer from congenital diseases and defects cause by lack of genetic diversity.
There were various theories for the decrease in birth rate proposed, but the problem was worldwide, so culture was not a major influence. What appeared to be the cause were several major changes in how people thought about their roles in society.
Some sociologists thought the problem began in the 1960's with the so-called "free love" generation. The culture of the "hippies" changed sex into something anyone could enjoy and they did. Women learned about having orgasms and men learned that having an orgasm at the same time as your partner was much more enjoyable than basically using a woman to masturbate with instead of using their hands. The advent of the birth control pill furthered this "sex without guilt" mentality because it nearly eliminated the risk of pregnancy.
Other sociologists thought it was the generation of children born to the free-love generation. While when they were young, most of the free-love generation had rejected normal jobs and careers, as they got older, they fell into line behind their parents. The difference was they made more money than their parents and could afford to give their children more. Those children grew up and became selfish because they'd seldom had to wait for anything.
When they looked back at their parents, what they saw were people who had sacrificed a lot to give their children what everybody else's children had, from new bikes to the latest style in clothing to the limousine that took them to their high school prom. According to the sociologists, that realization made them vow to not have children so they didn't have to sacrifice anything in their quest for self-satisfaction. Better and safer birth control methods made that goal a reality.
It was obvious to most nations in the world that if the birth rate continued to decline, long before human extinction became reality there would be fewer young people working to support the world economy while there were more older people consuming the results of that economy. Infrastructure would deteriorate because of the lack of labor to keep it running, and food would be an ever-increasing problem because of the lack of agricultural workers. The social safety-net systems such as medical care and financial support in the form of the various government entitlement systems would suffer a spiraling decline in input while their outlay would continually increase.
The result was the formation of the "W R E - the acronym for "World Re-population Effort" - by the leaders of every developed country on the globe. This organization was separate from the United Nations because world leaders knew the problem had to be solved quickly. Any committee of the United Nations would only hold meaningless votes on meaningless, non-binding resolutions for years. There would likely be UN diplomats continuing to argue over infinitesimal details even as the light of human existence slowly flickered out.
After six months of debate about the practical and ethical considerations, the W R E embarked upon a solution. That solution was to offer free medical care, free housing, and financial support for life to any woman, single or married, who would agree to be impregnated and raise the child to adulthood. The program was funded by the World Bank after that organization was appraised of the consequences of doing nothing.
In the manner of all government programs, the W R E wrote a glossary of accepted terms. Women participating in the program were designated as "Base Re-population Donor Recipients " or the acronym "BRDR". Men serving as sperm donors were designated as "Sperm Inception Reservoirs ", or "SIR". Both terms were to be used in any and all public correspondence and conversation, but in private conversations in the W R E clinics, the doctors and nurses used the somewhat phonetic pronunciations of "Breeder" and "Sire". To guarantee anonymity but allow for detailed tracking, in all records breeders were given a number -- a "B" followed by a sequential number. Sires were likewise numbered by an "S" followed by a sequential number.
In the early stages of the program, it was felt the breeding should proceed by clinical means to guarantee conception happened in a sterile environment, so the breeder was impregnated by artificial insemination. The success rate was relatively poor, being only about thirty percent for women under thirty and only about ten percent for women between thirty and thirty-five.
After multiple studies that all proved inconclusive relative to how to improve that success rate by artificial means, some old data about the success of natural conception was compared to the new data. The old data demonstrated almost a seventy percent conception success rate for women between nineteen and thirty-five if the woman was monitoring her fertility and her partner's sperm count was average. The success rate was still over fifty percent even if the woman did no monitoring.
As a result, the W R E began a trial program of natural matings between sires and breeders. The success rate was the predicted sixty-five to seventy percent if the breeder didn't have an orgasm, seventy-five percent if she did, and eighty percent if she had an orgasm and the sire had a high sperm count. After a year of the trial, this method became the norm.
It was also determined during the trial program that virgins seldom conceived at the first mating, while all fell within the predicted ranges after the second. The doctors and psychologists employed by the W R E stated this was for two reasons. Most women experienced some amount of pain when their maidenhead was broken and that pain prevented them from having an orgasm. The other reason was that many women reported being too nervous about their first experience with intercourse and so couldn't let themselves relax and enjoy the same experience they always enjoyed when masturbating.
The solution developed was to pair a virgin breeder with an experienced sire who had been taught to understand she might be apprehensive and had been taught how to overcome that tendency as well as to minimize the pain she might feel.
In both types of breeders, those who were virgins and those who were not, their sires were selected to compliment and accent the characteristics of intelligence and physical development. That topic, standards for pairing breeders and sires, was the topic most debated through the program development.
While throughout most of human civilization, mate selection was mostly random and served to continue proliferation of the strongest genes, there were always some children born who had a difficult time fitting into that civilization. With the advent of the sequencing of the human genome and subsequent deciphering of which gene did what, it was possible to eliminate these mistakes of nature.
Utilization of that ability did not upset most people when the program was proposed. After all, what person would desire to produce a child with a mental or physical deformity or a propensity toward a life of crime?
The selections would be random, but random among volunteers deemed to guarantee the resulting offspring would be the best humankind could produce. While race of the sire would be an option selectable only by the breeder, the characteristics of mental and physical health and mental stability would take precedence over any other criteria.
All breeders and sires had their DNA sequenced and categorized relative to genetic disposition toward both traits considered good and bad. When a breeder signed her contract, she was given a list of potential sires. The sires on that list were matched to her DNA to yield a child with above average intelligence, no propensity for development of congenital disease or physical deformity, and most importantly, no tendencies to resist the codes of society.
It was impossible to find breeders and sires with no undesirable genetic characteristics, so the pairing routine matched breeders with undesirable characteristics with sires who had the genetic makeup to counteract those characteristics. In this manner, the new population would be stronger, more intelligent, and there would be little, if any, crime.
While there were still babies being naturally conceived by couples, that was both a blessing and a concern. Those babies were needed to re-populate the planet, but some of those babies would develop the unfavorable characteristics dictated by their DNA.
After some deliberation about methods of guaranteeing proper genetic makeup of all children born, the W R E concluded that the number of such children produced by natural matings would be small compared to the number of planned births. That number would be small enough that any mental abnormalities could be handled by the current methods of incarceration or psychiatric treatment. Physical abnormalities would be handled by corrective surgery or prosthetics. Both would disappear in a generation or two anyway.
The initial year of the program proved the potential of the plan. The initial two thousand sires chosen from all over the world had each been mated with between sixty and eighty breeders each, and the result was eighty-three thousand babies.
The impregnation rate was a disappointing sixty- percent, but this was attributed to the age of some of the breeders. The second year, the number of sires was increased to six thousand, the number of breeders by two hundred fifty thousand, and eleven months later, the number of births was over three hundred and fifty thousand births.
At that rate of impregnation, within one generation, the population of the Earth would be well on the way to return to the levels of the early 2000's. Given that the selection process matched breeders and sires for both physical and mental characteristics, those new individuals would have a natural desire to reproduce and the resulting children would return the world's birthrate to a percentage that would match the world's death rate.
Several psychologists had warned of the unintended consequence of a planned and organized breeding program. After an entire generation of men and women had been conceived, born, and raised to the state of adulthood, they might resolve themselves to arranged breedings as the norm.
It wasn't hard for Danny to believe that would be the case. He seldom felt anything for any breeder he impregnated. It was just his job, albeit a very pleasant job. He knew the other sires felt much the same way.
Technology of Insemination
After Danny filled out his after-breeding report detailing the experience - the breeding position used, what techniques he had used to arouse her, had the breeder achieved an orgasm or not, and a short written statement of his impressions of the breeder - he sent the electronic form to the central computer and then sat down to reflect upon what he had written.
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