The black lace felt wrong on his bare skin, just as the cold air did. He knew that it was meant to drive him to the big bed in the center of the room. The same as the mirrors were to help him understand his fate.
As if the changes his body had been forced to endure hadn't done that.
The mirrors mocked him with the changes made against his will. His near hips were now flaring out, his torso reshaped by a surgeon's skillful hands. His pecs were made into big breasts that would overwhelm any man's hand. The mammary tissue taken from him and then cloned were used to prepare him for his new purpose. Even his nipples were no longer small but rather enlarged and even more sensitive.
Nothing was exempt from these changes. His short, dark brown hair was now long and a deep red. He didn't know he had the gene for red hair but it was impossible to deny. Even the hair on his arms, legs and chest had changed as proof before they were stripped away.
He truly no longer looked like the man he had been born as. The dick that he had once been confident in was now so small. It was almost as thin as his finger and was no longer than his ring finger.
He kept stroking it, hoping it would grow bigger but the longest it got was his middle finger. It felt good but nowhere near as good as it had. Tears started to gather as the panic tried to overwhelm him. How could he be a breeder?
He had trained for years for the United Nations Games. Had pushed his body to the limit so that he could go faster and faster. Only now it was all wasted, his body sculpted for a different purpose. It was a noble purpose and a necessary one for sure yet it ruined his dreams.
The tears started to fall as he realized in truth what he was going to endure for the future of humanity. Putting a hand on his stomach, he could only sob as the truth was made so blatant.
"Now what is that for? I would think you would be happy?" Matt stilled at the sound of that voice.
A look at the mirror directed at the locked door revealed what he knew. Bengt-Chang Lee stood there, tall and proud as he watched him. His name meant blessed spirit and most had agreed that he was blessed when it came to the track. His legs had eaten up the miles, fast and hard just as his own had. They had been rivals when they were both being considered for their respective countries' teams.
"Happy?" Matt questioned. "Why would I be happy about this? YEARS OF WORK HAS BEEN RUINED BY THIS!"
"Because I'm going to fuck a baby into you, of course." The confidence and arrogance had Matt turn to face his once rival in full.
"Years," Matt hissed with vile venom dripping from his lips. "Years to be the best. Years of doing my family proud has been ruined because you want a baby? You could have bought any breeder from the market!"
Bengt-Chang walked slowly over to him, the smile never fading. "You're upset. It's more than understandable, you thought you would be taking home the gold."
"Years," Matt hissed once more. Years stripped away from him by this man and a surgeon's knife.
He cupped himself as a reminder to them both. His sack was gone, his balls now rested internally...no longer quite the testicles that they had been.
All he got for his pain was the sight of Bengt-Chang getting hard. His long and thick cock growing to an alarming size in his boxers. "You were never meant to take home the god or join the team, Matea. You're excellent athletic stock. Both your parents come from the best that your country has to offer."
Matt stepped back, wary of what Bengt-Chang would do to him. "That's not my name and you know it! I was raised to be more than a breeder!"
"It's your breeder name, you'll get used to it. You were raised to attract the best offers like your mother. She was an amazing athlete as well before it was finally decided that she would be a breeder." Each step that Bengt-Chang took, Matt took another step back. His fear only grew of what was going to happen.
Most breeders would go through training. Have themselves grow accustomed to being used for their future owners' pleasure. To learn how to take pleasure in getting themselves to open for their masters' attention.
Matt thought he was lucky and his parents bought him before he would endure that. Being dressed in his sexy black lace, and put in here had cleared him of that delusion.
"My parents were in love and my mother chose to become a breeder," Matt informed.
"Please, I know you're smart so don't act stupid. Your grandparents agreed with the government decision and sold her to your father."
"Fuck off with you and your bullshit!"
That was what had him slammed into the bed behind him. Bengt-Chang crowded Matt and forced his legs open with his own. Matt could only blush with the embarrassing position he found himself in.
"I will not tolerate swearing from your pretty mouth. The next time you do it, you won't like the spanking I'll give you," Bengt-Chang informed calmly.
"GET OF ME!!!" Matt screeched as Bengt-Chang rubbed his erection into his small cock. It was so humiliating to feel the difference between them.
"Oh no, I won't be doing that...unless you want to ride me instead. I'm more than happy to be your stallion if that's what you want."
The tears started once more and Matt cursed himself for acting so feminine. This was the reason they had decided to make him a breeder. He acted too much like the girls that had once lived among mankind.
"No! No, please...I don't want this!"
Bengt-Chang merely kissed Matt's face. Forehead, cheeks and a little lick here and there on his neck. It was obvious to Matt that Bengt-Chang had no plans to listen to him.
Still, he couldn't just let this come to pass. Trying as much as he could to push Bengt-Chang away, Matt begged. "Please stop!"
A nip on the neck had him gasp before took two rough fingers and a thumb took him in hand. His cock had gone limp by all that was happening. Only for Bengt-Chang's insistent touch to revive it. Matt could only whimper in distress and curse himself for his lack of strength.
The treatment that turned him into a breeder had taken the natural strength he had enjoyed. It made him as weak as the women of old had been. Everyone knew that it was to make everything easier for everyone involved. But feeling that firm part of Bengt-Chang's pressed against his bare cheeks, just made it feel cruel.
"It's hard, I know. But you have to accept it, this is what you were always meant to do," Bengt-Chang said sweetly. Only those sweet words were tainted by the rough and forceful kiss that was placed on Matt's lips.
"No!"
"Yes!" Bengt-Chang insisted. "This is your fate. If not me then certainly another would be doing this to you."
The fingers that stroked Matt's cock disappeared and Bengt-Chang moved away for a moment. Matt used this to try, and escape, only for him to be pulled back by a firm hand on his leg. A sharp strike landed upon his ass in punishment.
"You will behave and you will accept your fate," It was a stern order.
