Brutopia Managing Breeding Centre

This is 100% fantasy.

In real life we should never be cruel or disrespectful towards anyone, especially if they are vulnerable in any way.

Loving, consensual sex is wonderful.

Coercive or non-consensual sex is illegal and harmful.

It shouldn't be so, but reading about such things can be erotic. That isn't to condone them or to encourage anyone to act in a similar fashion.

The characters in my stories are all over 18 and the settings are pure fiction.

Synopsis

I'm appointed to the position of Administrator and Welfare Officer at a newly established Breeding Centre. In Brutopia the right to breed is strictly limited. The chosen ones have to live in secure breeding centres. Men and women are kept in separate quarters. I manage the Centre and supervise the Insemination Suite. Each woman is mated multiple times over the four days when she is deemed most likely to conceive. Apart from that she and the other women lead a life of boredom. I have to find novel ways to maintain their morale.

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Topics

Medical examinations

Medical procedures

Massage

Semen quality

Sexual prowess

Hormone treatments

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Sex (lots of it)

Anal sex (none)

Brutopia's revolutionary breeding program

A few months ago I applied for the much sought after position of Administrator and Welfare Manager in our new local Breeding Centre.

The selection process was rigorous. It was envisaged that in my role as Welfare Officer I might need to provide what were euphemistically described as 'personal services'. As well as an interview, and a very detailed medical examination, I was given a task to perform to determine my rating relative to other applicants.

Over a period of a fortnight I was to service 12 attractive young women, each of whom was then required to complete a detailed assessment of my prowess as a sexual partner.

I scored highest, by a good margin I was told. The position was mine if I wanted it. I did!

Brutopia has strict controls on who may breed. The vast majority of males and females are sterilised (including myself). Only a very few are allowed to breed, and they must do so under controlled conditions. The chosen few have to satisfy a demanding range of selection criteria. No one is permitted to breed unless they are in peak physical and mental health.

The men selected for the program have to have a 300 million sperm count per millilitre of semen, with 80% motility. Few can measure up to such high standards. There are equally high standards for women.

Once selected for breeding the males and the females live, separately, in secure conditions. The women can only meet their breeding male on the four days when they are at their most fertile.

In my new role I'm responsible for, among other matters, the welfare of breeding females. I also oversee the Centre's meticulous record keeping covering all aspects of its important work. For every male breeder the Centre must record statistics to be able to calibrate his success in terms of pregnancies/coital episodes.

Similar statistics are kept for breeding females. The Centre must be able to gauge when each female is most likely to conceive. For that it's important to monitor their menstrual cycles. It's my job each day to examine the females nearing their fertile period and look for the signs that they are about to ovulate. I've become an expert in judging this from the appearance and feel of their vaginal secretions. The optimum time is when the cervical mucus is clear and slippery -- like raw egg whites -- and can be stretched between my fingers. But there's more to it than that; their scent is different when they're about to ovulate, the pigmentation around their vulva darkens a little, and they're hyper-sensual.

Male and female breeders have to undergo what is called hormone therapy, designed to increase the pregnancy rate. The treatment has very little noticeable effect on females, other than to cause their clitorises and nipples to become ultra-sensitive and more prominent.

It's a different story with the men. They become far more sexually aggressive; their penises grow significantly larger and they produce twice the average volume of high quality sperm. Semen and sperm quality has to be checked every few days. The men have to use a mechanical semen extractor, with a vagina like aperture. The machine simulates the actions of intercourse causing the male to ejaculate into a receptor, which then has to be sent to a laboratory for evaluation.

It's my job to keep the females content while they're 'resting' (that is when they're not ovulating and having to be inseminated three or four times a day). I organise events and distractions from the tedium of their lives, cooped up together and segregated from normal society.

One of the things that has been the most successful has been my massage initiative. The women absolutely love it. And so do I.

Thinking that most women and girls love to be pampered I sent out a questionnaire asking if they would be likely to use an in-house massage service if one were available. The answer was a resounding 'Yes'.

We had a spare room available so I bought a massage table, oils, etc. and set about making the room as tranquil an area as possible. I was helped enormously by one of the women, Ingrid, herself a trained masseuse.

When everything was ready I started to take bookings, offering myself as a masseur, and Ingrid as masseuse. To my surprise - and delight - I received the most bookings.

It all began in a very low key fashion. The women loved the new service, and bookings were good. A month or so in I learned that Ingrid was offering what she called 'extra services'! Some of the women were asking Ingrid to give them an orgasm.

I learned what was happening from Maria. She asked if I would offer what Ingrid offered.

"I mean a sexual massage, or better still, sex," Maria replied.

"Is that what she's doing?"

"Sure... she does everything a woman can do to another woman... but you could do a whole lot more."

"I happen to know that any number of the women have the hots for you. Added to which, they're cooped up together, with no man to satisfy their needs except once a month for the four days they're being bred. It's even worse when they get pregnant because they don't get any male attention at all. "

"Mmm... I'll think about it Maria. The women aren't allowed to have outsiders visit them, but if we could arrange something internally, and it would amount to Recreation, for their Welfare, there's nothing I know of that would prevent that. I don't want to be accused of running a brothel though."

I did look into things and there really was nothing to stop us doing what Maria had suggested. From the definition of my role it was perfectly reasonable to argue that it came under the broad heading of 'Recreation'; for which I was responsible. After all, why had the selection panel set me the test they did if they hadn't wanted me to satisfy the women's sexual needs.

Over the weeks that followed I dipped a toe or two in the water, so to speak (although it wasn't my toes but another part of my anatomy as it turned out - nor was it water, though it was wet!).

One of the women, Melissa, a very attractive 25 year old brunette, liked to flirt with me when I was giving her a massage. I sensed she might be one of the ones Maria had said had the hots for me. She was a vivacious young woman and had been quite open on one occasion in saying how she missed regular male company. I decided to use her as a guinea pig.

Melissa's next massage appointment was due in a couple of days time, and I began to think how I could approach matters, in a way that wouldn't frighten her off if she was happy just to have her usual massage and no extras.

I needn't have worried. It turned out Maria had been talking to some of the women and Melissa was fully on board. I'd forgotten how much better women are at communicating with each other!

Melissa arrived for her weekly massage wearing a spectacular Kimono. After a few pleasantries I directed her to go behind a screen and undress down to just her panties and bra. Melissa obeyed the first part of my instruction but emerged bare on top with just a small towel around her middle. She had fine breasts and two of the perkiest nipples I'd ever seen.

"I think we know each other well enough now, don't you? Bras are a pain."

I helped Melissa up onto the table. I began with a head massage before moving to the other end of the table to massage her feet. It was at that point I noticed she had no panties on. The towel had risen up her body a little and I could see her pubic hair.

"That feels so good," Melissa said, and lifted her knees a little causing the towel to slip even more out of place. She knew I could see everything but didn't do anything about it. I'm ashamed to say that by this time I was growing an erection. Fortunately I always wear loose clothing so it wasn't showing... yet.

"Do you like massaging ladies?" Melissa asked me. "Isn't it a bit frustrating... not to be able to do anything... you know... having to be a gentleman and not do anything naughty." By this time the towel had slipped off her entirely; she was on her back, naked, with her knees slightly raised, and wide enough that I could see the divide between her labia. I should have looked away and asked her to cover herself, but I didn't.

By not doing so, and continuing the massage, moving up from her feet to her calves, I think I conveyed that I was willing to go as far as she wanted. She certainly seemed to take it that way because she immediately let one knee fall outward and suggestively placed a hand over her groin. It was as if she wanted to draw my attention to that area.

For a moment I thought she was going to masturbate, but her hand remained where it was, with her index finger pointing to her sex.

I pressed on with her massage, trying to ignore her brazenness, feeling my cock get harder.

"Wouldn't you prefer all your women to be naked?" she asked. By then I'd worked my way up her thighs, as high as I could go without brushing against her pubic hairs.

"It's very distracting," I stuttered. "But I could get used to it."

"Well," she said, "We girls have been talking. There are a lot of us who would really like to be fucked properly. What happens in the Breeding Suite isn't sex. We just get put on the 'bench' as we call it, a guy we don't know - and sometimes don't even see - comes in, does the business, and leaves. So... what we've decided is that if we want sex we'll have our massage in the buff. Then you'll know."

"Sounds good to me," I answered.

"You don't have to do anything if you don't want. It's up to you. But you'll know when we want it. And right now I do... I really do!"

As she said those last words, Melissa spread her legs even wider, revealing how wet she was inside. It wasn't something I was able to ignore. After we'd finished fucking she thanked me and said how good it had been.

From then on I was kept busy. It was a good thing I wasn't in a relationship, because I was literally drained by the end of each day. My new service became extremely popular and after a time I knew that if I was to perform well every time I'd need an assistant, especially as I was in the process of extending the service to women who'd fallen pregnant. Their need was even greater than their sisters who were being bred each month. Before starting I'd taken medical advice and been told it would be perfectly safe to service pregnant women up to 7 months, but that it was advisable not to go beyond that.

Here, I must confess to having developed a bit of a fetish for pregnant women. They have a kind of ripeness that I find intensely arousing. Their heavy breasts and big dark nipples turn me on. Their bumps are beautiful and exciting. And their cunts... those cunts are just incredible, with their big, puffy labia, twice the size of non-gravid females, and a lovely, rich dark red, denoting increased blood flow to those areas.

I'm in heaven. An endless supply of beautiful sexy women beating a path to my ever open door. But a man can only do so much for womankind before he begins to tire a little. I didn't want to disappoint anyone.

Advertising a job for young men to service beautiful young women, was going to be difficult. If I described the post in too much detail I'd be inundated.So I didn't advertise at all. When I came across someone I thought might have the necessary attributes I found out if they were in a relationship and, if they weren't, I took their contact details. Then, I approached Ingrid, Marie, Melissa and a couple of others and asked if they would be willing to meet him.

My plan was to invite the individual to the Centre to make up numbers at a social event with some of the female breeders. Few red-blooded men would be able to refuse such an offer. Once he'd arrived I'd get the girls to chat to him and see what they thought. If they thought he might be suitable material for what we had in mind, then the next stage was for one of them to make advances, and lure him to one of the rooms where she could have sex with him. And so it went on, until he'd been tested out by two or three of the women and I had their reports on him.

My plan worked well. The first guy didn't make it to the bedroom, but three others did, and we soon had a favourite! His name was Dave and I could see why they liked him. After Dave had been put through his paces I explained what it had all been about. He looked a little crestfallen at first, thinking his charm - which he undoubtedly had - had wooed three stunning girls into bed. However, when I offered him work, doing what he loved best, he was cock-a-hoop, to use a word that seems to capture his feelings rather well. The only drawback from his point of view was that I couldn't offer to pay him more than his expenses, and a small fee per head (or rather pussy).

With Dave and I on the job things hotted up quickly and we were hard at it most days. The pregnant women were particularly delighted with the services we offered; the mood among the women improved 100%. I was still tired some days, but nothing like I had been before Dave joined the team. And it was good having his company; we could talk about things together; about the women and their individual foibles. How some liked oral to get them going, and others liked it after they'd been fucked. The positions they liked, and other intimate details that helped with what we were doing.

My time spent running the Centre gradually diminished as the newness of the operation began to fade and everyone knew what was expected of them.

My thoughts turned to the men's welfare. They fucked their allocated breeding female(s) but were kept separate from the women and had no means of satisfying their sexual appetites outside of those times. What they did was mechanical rather than emotional; some men are happy with that, but others need more.

Because Brutopian females have no prospect of raising a family - though many adopt the children of breeding mothers who can't support them - young women tend to be highly promiscuous and are happy to have sex with any good looking male. I've made a few enquiries and identified a number of women and girls who would be only too delighted to visit breeding males when they were 'resting' between the days they serviced their allocated females. With a little more thought I have the basis for a trial at some point.

The design for the Breeding Centre has won many awards. (I'm hoping to post the site plan on my Literotica Artwork page very shortly - please look out for it).

Consisting of 6 hexagonal shaped function rooms, around a central high-tech breeding suite, it facilitates a better work program, with breeding females able to be prepared, serviced, and treated post-coitus, rapidly and efficiently.

The seven functionalities are as follows:

Female Preparation Area (FPA)

The point of entry for Breeding females. This area, staffed by an experienced technician, and equipped with a state of the art GYNEX examination chair, allows the female to be prepared for insemination. The technician has all he needs to carry out a full gynaecological examination, and for minor procedures such as hymenectomies or vaginal dilation.

Female waiting areas x 2

Having successfully passed through the FPA the, breeding female is taken to one or other of the two waiting cubicles, from where she has a clear view into the breeding suite itself. A screen displays information telling her the expected waiting time before she will be admitted to the suite and made ready for her Bull (the name given to a breeding female's allotted breeding male).

Viewing area

This area provides an invaluable teaching facility where students can learn about the breeding program. When not in use for teaching/training purposes the area can be hired out to members of the public, thereby contributing towards the expense of the breeding program.

Bull preparation area

This is the point of entry for breeding males, where they prepare themselves to inseminate the females. By the time the bulls enter the area they're in a hypersexual state; the result of the hormones given to them to enhance their performance.

After inseminating the female the bull returns to the same area, where there are all the facilities he'll need post coitus e.g. wipes to cleanse his penis before he returns to the breeding males' living quarters.

Breeding Suite

As the name implies, the breeding suite (usually referred to as the insemination suite) is central to the program. When the bull enters, his female will be positioned over apparatus designed to facilitate immediate and unrestricted penetration from behind. Breeding is supervised by experienced staff who must afterwards confirm the presence of semen in the female's vagina before helping her down from the coupling bench and handing her over to his colleagues in the Post Coital Recovery Area.

Female Post Coital Recovery area

As soon as they reach this area the breeding females are placed on an examination couch to check for vaginal tears or any other damage requiring attention.

Each day I set the program for the following day. Having established which of the females have begun to ovulate, I add their names to the schedule for the following four days. The numbers fluctuate. Some days there may be up to half a dozen needing to be inseminated; on others it may be only one or two.

Next, I add the names of the bulls who will service them. I aim to ensure that each female is inseminated by her bull at least three times on each of her four days 'on heat'. Provided none of the bulls is allocated to more than one female on a particular day, they can be expected to do that. However, if they happen to have two females on heat on the same day, then twice each is probably the most that can be expected of them.

My next task is to itemise the times when each female and her bull must meet in the insemination suite. Once I've done that it's time to publish the schedule so that everyone will know what will be expected of them.

Most of the time everything works like clockwork. The women are escorted to the Preparation area and after a quick check of their vulva and vagina they're taken to one of the two waiting rooms. The aim is to have two women waiting and one on the bench in the Breeding Suite.

The men need no preparation and wait in one or other of the two small bull enclosures. The effects of their hormone treatment can make them aggressive towards other bulls when they're about to mate. Because of that they're shackled until the time comes for them to be allowed inside the Insemination Suite where their breeding female will be positioned ready for them. Coitus is usually swift and brutal.