For my readers,
This story is bound to have errors as I typed it word for word on my phone. If you can look past I'm sure you'll find a decent story. Thank you all for giving me motivation to continue to write.
Thanks again and enjoy!
All characters are at least 18 years of age.
Glen
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17709, or Glen for short, woke up with a chill as he had for the past few nights. The room was pitch black and the only sound was the occasional snore from one of the other boys in his dormitory.
"Men now." He thought to himself as he adjusted his blanket and pillow. All the boys in his dorm were eighteen of age. How could they sleep with Occupation Day so close, He wondered. In just a few days time they would each be assigned a job. This was his main source of insomnia.
Glen had been anxious and afraid since his sixteenth year. He didn't quite know where he would fit in. All the paper tests and physical examinations had worn him out. What if he was assigned a job he didn't like, or wasn't good at? No, he thought better. The tests are designed to match you to your potential.
Glen sighed.
He wasn't necessarily strong, but he was quick and agile. Perhaps he would be put in the Security Forces? He would be able to access a lot more areas than most would. Or maybe he could be a builder.
"Or a breeder." He said in a whisper.
Glen lived in a system of underground complexes. It had been years since the Great War when the surviving humans were forced to retreat underground. Or so everyone was told. He was born in the USβnow known as the Underground States, although there weren't any states, just one system trying to survive.
That's where the breeders come in. Men and women are separated at birth. They are raised in separate dorms, attend separate schools. Most of the population will never know what the opposite sex looks like. Except breeders.
Breeders are picked not only for their DNA, but other traits, such as resistance to diseases and the like. If you are assigned to be a breeder you will be assigned a mate. You're only goal is to produce offspring to repopulate the US.
Glen often wondered if he would ever meet a girl. When he was young the older boys spoke about them as if they were ghosts, or perhaps a myth. But was he good enough?
He remembered the medical tests, the poking and prodding. How the doctor examined his penis, and instructed Glen to get an erection. After a few notes the doctor told him to "Go into the other room with the cup and return with a sperm sample."
It was something he had done before, after seeing other guys do it. No matter how many times he masturbated though, he always felt like something was missing. Something he could never put his finger on.
It didn't take him long before he filled up the cup and passed it back to the doctor. He wouldn't know the results until Occupation Day.
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Glen worked his way through an assortment of naked men all talking about what was to come. He found an empty showerhead and let the water run over his body. He traced the pipes with his eyes and remembered the lessons about how the most of the water comes from the surface and is filtered through before it reaches the population. Hearing his name snapped him out of his thoughts.
"Glen?! He wants to be a breeder?" A guy named Jacob said laughing in Glens direction. "Like they would take you with a cock that small."
Several of the nearby boys laughed as Glen blushed. Jacob's penis was longer and thicker than Glens. He was right, Glen thought to himself. He looked down. It wasn't that small, but it wasn't the biggest either.
He shook it off and dressed in the standard gray uniform. Gray was the color of trainees. After today he would be assigned a job and his uniform would change for the rest of his life.
At the mess hall he didn't eat much. Most of the food was vegetation grown under special lights. Chickens were regularly raised and slaughtered though. Glen liked Chicken.
Finally it was time.
The boys of age all filed in a large room and took a seat. One by one their names were called and each boy went into a separate room to learn their destiny. Glen felt like getting sick. After what seemed like an eternity they finally called his number.
"17709." The man at the front of the room called.
He walked past boys he grew up with. Meeting eyes of some of his friends. Seeing a thumbs up or two. He made his way into the side room and closed the door.
"Ah, 17709. Glen, you call yourself?" A man in a red jumpsuit asked. Red was the color of authority. "No need to be nervous my boy! This is a great time. You'll be assigned the best job that suits you and the needs of our community!"
Glen stared at the floor as the man continued to look through his paperwork.
"Looks like you would have made a great builder, but the powers at be chose a different path for you." The man continued.
"Sir, if you wouldn't mind?" Glen said with an apologetic smile.
"You have the rare honor of being a breeder." The man said with a smile. "Here, you'll need your documents. Exit through this door here and head through to rail D. You're lucky, you know. I would have killed to be in your position."
Glen couldn't believe it, even as he made his way to platform D. Some trams were whizzing by. He knew the underground complex was big, he just didn't know how big it stretched. This would mark the first time he left the training quarters since he was an infant.
He was instructed to wait. He could see other platforms fill up quickly and their tram leave. After a time another guy joined him.
"Please take your seats now." The attendant directed them, and helped them fasten their restrains. The two boys gave each other a nervous look. The tram itself was made up of multiple pods that were connected to each other. After the door closed they could see the attendant press a button and the tram zipped off.
In reality it didn't move fast, but neither boy had ever been on transport like this. To them it felt like an incredible speed. They looked through the small window, mostly they saw walls, but every now and then they passed by a station or two.
"This is crazy! I'm 28807. Craig for short. I can't believe we will be meeting a real life girl!"
Glen nodded. He wondered which stories were true. Some claimed they were fat and hideous to look at. Some boys said they weren't human at all, that they were a different race that glowed after centuries of living in the darkness. In just a short time, he would know the truth.