For The Good Of Society

Keywords: breeding, #dystopia #government # G2S #pussy #pregnancy #consensual cheating

Warning: If you're sensitive to topics such as gay-to-straight themes, and adultery. You might want to give this one a miss.

The year is 2051, and the current political landscape makes the 2010s and 2020s seem like a progressive paradise compared to the current authoritarian regime running the country.

The 'hot button' topic that the party in charge was currently obsessed about, was the declining birth rates, and the fact that positive incentives they'd brought in, such as lower taxes for families, and special reductions on rent and home prices, still weren't resulting in enough men and women wanting to reproduce to replace the declining population.

The government's new idea had the perfunctory, uninspiring name "For the Good of Society" act. They might as well have just called it "You're going to fuck because we tell you to" act.

Men and women, between the ages of 21 and 24 were required to produce at least one child per year, during that age range.

Gay men, gay women, and asexuals were not excluded from this new law either. Be they single, or in same sex relationships. The only grounds from exclusion, were based on health and infertility reasons alone.

If you were found to be within the age bracket, and didn't carry any diseases or genetic conditions that would produce an unhealthy child, and you had a sperm count above 15 million sperm per millimetre, or, if you were female and no issues with ovulation, then you were required to by law to take part in the draconian scheme. whether you wanted to or not.

Artificial insemination was ruled out as being one such method for the procedure, as it would cost more money than the government were willing to splurge on, when producing the same result than could be achieved completely naturally, for free, as nature, or god to some, intended.

All the ways a required participant might try to use to get out of taking part in the process, were considered and eliminated. The penalties for refusing to do their part were considered harsh. They included huge fines in proportion to their wealth and income, public naming and shaming, and even imprisonment for those who continued to refuse to do their part.

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Today was the big day, at least as far as Ian was concerned. He had turned 21 a few days ago, and for the last three weeks he had been involved in a discussion between, both the group that ran the new breeding program on behalf of the government, which was called, INUUS (named after the Roman god of sex), and Ian's new assigned partner, who was called Emily.

Ian had explained to them his circumstances. Told them that he was gay, had known this since he was just eleven years old, and that held no attraction at all towards the opposite sex.

He told them he was in a happy, loving, healthy relationship that spanned nearly three years, and that he planned to spend the rest of his life with his partner, Steve.

He also told them that he didn't want children, nor the responsibilities that came with fathering them.

The last one they were a little more lenient on. He wasn't required to live with his breeding partner, nor leave his current boyfriend. He was simply required to produce four offspring. Produce four of them over the next four years, to be more specific. And whether he did that with the same woman, or four different women, was his choice.

His boyfriend, Steve, had been excluded from the program. Not because he was above or below the age range, he was 22, a whole year older than Ian. No,he was excluded because his sperm count had been deemed below the count considered likely to result in a pregnancy.

Ian wasn't sure whether to be jealous or relieved that Steve had been exempt. He suppose he felt a little bit of both. It was also a surprise to both of them, because Steve's ejaculation often produced a bigger stickier mess than Ian's did. They supposed that it's what's inside the stuff that counted, literally, more than the fluid itself.

Steve wasn't exactly thrilled about his lover having to take part in this terrible scheme either, but he always took a very mature approach to things, and situations outside of his control, and he was the one who managed to calm Ian down and put everything into perspective.

Ian had also been in touch with the woman he had been partnered with, too, over the last week or so.

To Ian, she had sounded a little hesitant, understandably so, but polite and friendly enough. Despite initially trying to, Ian couldn't find enough reason to dislike the girl. She was as much an unwilling participant in all this as he was.

Emily had explained that she was a virgin, which Ian had supposed he was too, at least with the fairer sex. She was asexual, and so had very little desire or interest in coupling up with anyone, male or female.

Although she had said that she wasn't exactly opposed to motherhood itself, she was more neutral on that idea. Ian thought he had fallen lucky with this particular match up. He could have been in for a lot worse. A woman who was cold towards him. And angry, as he felt a little himself, towards the program. And someone who wanted nothing to do with children, too. But she didn't seem to be.

Ian and Emily had agreed to start the process of producing a baby, sooner rather than later. INUUS would be breathing down their neck until they did, 'Big Brother' in 2051 was everywhere, and knew everything.

It took nine months to make a fully formed baby. They were going to have to go through this, so why delay the inevitable, and deal with the anxiety. Ian was the sort of man who liked to take on a challenge early rather than put it off and lose sleep by worrying about it. He often found that the worrying over something tended to be worse for him than the thing itself.

Still, he was nervous on the morning of the big day itself. He woke up around 8.30 and kissed Steve on the lips, which caused his boyfriend to murmur in his sleep. He decided not to wake him up. He didn't feel like discussing the situation. They'd already done that the night before, and in the weeks leading up to this.

Ian took his morning shower and then brushed his teeth. He looked himself over, wondering what Emily would make of him.

He had mid-length wavy blond hair, bright blue eyes, and a healthy tan that was still showing the after effects of summer, despite It being early October.

The rest of his body had been kept in shape by the many hours he'd spent at the gym. His cock was a healthy size, but there was nothing abnormally large there. He kept himself trimmed but didn't like to shave his dick because he itched for days after. Plus, he didn't like the way it looked, anyway.

Ian put Emily's address into the GPS and began the nerve-racking drive to Emily's home, hoping it would take forever to get there, but also hoping to get this morning over and done with as quick as possible.

He was plagued with worries like 'am I even going to be able to perform when the moment comes?' 'What if I can't get hard for her?' 'She'd understand, right? She knows I'm gay, and that I have a boyfriend'

'What will she look like naked?' 'What if I discover I actually enjoy it? Would that mean I'd be actually cheating on Steve if I did?'

Ian and Emily had swapped photos over the course of the last few days, so each knew what the other looked like.

Emily had long brown hair, and brown eyes, although her skin was a little paler than Ian's, because she burned easily in the sun, so usually kept herself in the shade, when she could.

Both Steve and Ian had to admit to themselves, and each other, that Emily was an attractive young woman. Given the situation, and the possibility of being set up with any female of the required age range, he could have been paired with someone with far less attractive features than hers.

Ian pulled into the drive, as instructed by Emily the evening before, and turned the car engine off. He sat for a moment and took a deep breath to center himself, before leaving his car and approaching the home of Emily.

The house itself was very impressive for someone as young as Emily. Ian wondered how a single woman in her early twenties could afford to live in such a nice place. Perhaps she inherited it, or inherited some money. Still, Ian mused, at least their baby would grow up in a nice home.

'Their baby', those words were still a foreign concept to Ian. One that had never even been in consideration for how he saw his life in the future. He had always dreamed of having a hot boyfriend, a nice home by the beach, and maybe a cute, over-active golden retriever called Roscoe, or something like that, that they could take for long walks besides the sea.

The door to Emily's home opened before Ian had the chance to knock. She opened the door with an 'hello', and a polite smile and welcomed Ian inside, before closing the door and pointing towards the hat-rack for Ian to hang his jacket on.

Emily was pleasant enough, and hid her nerves well, but Ian could see that underneath it all, she was feeling as anxious about the whole thing as he was.

They'd shared about half a bottle of wine together, which felt quite odd to Ian, given the early time of the day. Though it did help ease their nerves a little and remove the feeling of awkwardness between the pair, but Ian kept his count to a two glasses limit, as he had to drive back home to Steve, once they'd finished what they had come together to do.

Cars had come along way since the beginning of the century, and could more or less drive themselves, but technically it was still illegal to take charge of a machine while intoxicated.

Finding no excuses to put it off any longer, Emily lead Ian up to her bedroom. It looked distinctively feminine but nothing over the top. The room was clean, and fresh, and the bed was a queen, so it was large enough to easily accommodate them both.

Still, Ian felt very uncomfortable with the idea of getting into the bed of a young woman, someone he barely knew, and doing so while naked too! And that's just the start of it, they'd be doing all sorts of things in there together. Ian felt a little dizzy, and was trying to keep his breathing calm, as he sensed his anxiety creeping towards a full blown panic.

He thought he was doing a good enough job concealing the internal chaos, raging inside him, but Emily must have seen it in him because she looked at him, smiled gently, and took his hand in hers.

"It's OK," she told him. "I'm feeling it too, but it'll be over soon, and then we can get on with our lives again."

Ian nodded at her words, trying to make himself feel as confident as she seemed to be.

Emily, taking the initiative, learned her face up to kiss him on the lips. Ian froze momentarily, he was so conflicted. This wasn't right! He had a boyfriend, who was probably at home right now, pacing back and forth, distressed because of what Ian was being forced by the government to do. And despite being a pretty young woman, Ian wasn't attracted to females. He never had been.

And yet...

And yet, the kiss did feel pretty good, and after a moment, he managed to calm his heart rate down just a little. Her lips, in comparison to Steve's were so soft, pressed against his own. She was gentle and sensual in her movements. She manoeuvred the pair of them, backwards, towards her bed.

Ian almost fell on top of her,as his leg somehow got caught between hers, but he managed to catch himself before he did so. Still, he landed above her, as their kiss continued uninterrupted.

Emily ran her fingers underneath Ian's shirt to get a feel for his tight, toned body. His body was a little warm.

He'd kept himself in shape, and she approved. Despite being asexual, something about Ian were pressing all the right buttons, right now.

Ian was the first to break the kiss. "Should I," he gestured towards his shirt and mimed pulling it off. Emily nodded and Ian took a deep breath, and pulled the shirt over his head and discarded it on the floor.

As he did so, Emily too, was removing her clothes. First to come away was her light yellow sweatshirt, then her pale blue bra. Ian did a double take when he saw her naked chest for the first time.

Her breasts were perhaps larger than they had any right to be on a girl so petite. They looked full, and perky, and Ian was surprised to find himself thinking that they looked like they might be fun to play with too.

But Emily didn't stop there, now she had removed her bra, she was unbuttoning and pulling down her jeans. Ian supposed he should do the same and followed suit. He removed his own bottoms, which meant he was left now in only his underwear, which caused another conflict of emotions in his head. 'Should I? Shouldn't I? I suppose I am going to have to.'

The matter was settled for him when he saw Emily remove hers. With no grace or teasing, Emily removed her panties and tossed them to the side, and finally looked up to take in the sight of the fully naked, anxious gay man before her.

Her eyes roamed his body, and she'd be lying if she denied liking what she saw in front of her. And dare she admit it? As unbelievable as it felt to her, a girl who's rarely ever felt turned on by the opposite sex, or any sex for that matter, she was already feeling a little wet in anticipation for what must come next.

"Are you okay?" Ian asked her. He must have seen something in her look, but had been unable to deduce what she was feeling. But Emily, like Ian, was feeling conflicted about her emotions, and those new, uninvited, but ever-so-damn appealing feelings of lust and desire burning throughout her body.

Feelings which heavily conflicted with her long and firmly established identity. But, the heat she was feeling at the moment was too much for her to contemplate these deeply personal issues, and all she wanted to do right now, was experience some more of Ian. So she simply nodded her answer to Ian's question, and said no more.

They resumed kissing, with Ian pressed against Emily. Only this time they were naked and could feel every inch of each other's bodies. Ian's cock was pressed flat against the top of Emily's smooth thigh. He could feel his shaft swelling and thickening, as Emily's body shifted rhythmically beneath them, as she lost herself in the passion of their kiss. The movement had caused Ian's cock to inflate to its full, impressive size.

Emily reached down and took Ian's hard cock into her hand and made a fist around his girth. "Is this OK?" she asked, seeking his permission to continue. Ian told her it was, so she began to massage his cock back and forth, while Ian fucked into her grip.

Ian's thoughts drifted towards the warm, fleshy mounds below him and adjusted his body slightly so he could get a full feel of them in his hands.

Her breasts were softer than he had imagined them to be. Warm too, he wasn't sure why that came as a surprise to him. He supposed he'd never given breasts much thought before, so hadn't expected it. But they were ... intriguing to him. Fascinating, actually, and running his hands and fingers over them, especially Emily's hard rubbery nipples, seemed to get quite a reaction out of her.

She definitely likes having her boobs played with', Ian noted.

Emily shifted her body again. She must have come to realise that she was finally ready to go the whole way because she shifted so that her pubic mound was resting against Ian's cock, which had already started leaking pre-cum, to his own astonishment. 'How on earth did that happen?' And then he realised, fully aware for the first time, that he had been enjoying himself. It terrified him just a little. But his fiery hormones and raging libido wouldn't allow him to dwell too much on that sudden realisation.

Emily asked once more if he was ready to move forward, Ian said he was, and lifted his body up slightly so his member could be carefully directed towards her most intimate, untouched, and unspoilt treasure.

Emily took charge of his now throbbing shaft and aimed it towards her warm, moist crevice. She ran his bare helmet up and down over her swollen clitoris a few times, before pointing it a little further down towards her cunt, and told Ian to push forwards when he was ready.

Ian took another quick breath and began to push.

PUUUUUSH

Ian was, what was typically known in the gay community, as a 'bottom'. Now, he had topped on occasion, but he preferred being the bottom most of the time, which suited him and Steve just fine.

But on more than one occasion, to switch things up, Ian had topped other guys, including Steve. So while he preferred to be on the receiving end, he was most certainly familiar with the act of fucking.

He knew how it felt to enter the depths a hot, tight ass. To here his partner groan out in pleasure, as they pumped hard on their cocks, as Ian entered them. It was certainly a nice feeling to fuck a good looking guy, as they're bent over on all fours, getting a good pounding. A feeling Ian knows all too well, being on the receiving end more often than not.

But nothing, let me repeat that, nothing could prepare Ian for the incredible experience he felt as his cock slowly, smoothly slid into the tight, wet, deliciously warm depths of Emily. And she must have felt much the same, as her own moans filled up the silence of the room.

After waiting a few moments to gather his composure, Ian began to pump back and forth, pulling his cock back and forth, from tip to base, giving his cock the full run of Emily's snug little pussy. He bit his lip and tried to steady himself a little, if he carried on like this, he might come too soon. And then he seemed to hear his own thoughts and what they meant.

Didn't he want to rush this? That was his intention all along. To get what he had been brought here to do, over and done with, for both his and Emily's sake.

And yet ... he didn't think he wanted to rush this at all. He didn't want this to end any time soon. He was ashamed to admit that it felt so damn good to be fucking Emily, a woman. Does all pussy feel this good? Or was Emily just special?

Once again, he tried to rein himself in a little. Plus, this wasn't just about him. He had Emily's feelings to consider too, He rose his head to hers, intending to say something, but instead, as if on autopilot, he bent down to kiss her on the lips. Emily reached up and folded her arms around his neck and brought their faces even closer together.

They both moaned into the kiss as they continued to fuck, Ian felt the familiar tingles beginning to do their thing, just below his balls, steadily working their way up his shaft. He once again, tried to delay the inevitable climax to the event, but the silky soft, snug, moist walls of her pussy were gripping his shaft so incredibly well, that he wasn't in control of himself.

Never before had Ian felt so out of control during sex. He felt like he'd lost that battle to Emily. She could have him cum in moments, if she actually wanted to. He was once again, slightly uneasy at these realisations, but he was enjoying himself too much at the moment to care. He'd think about all that later.

"Emily, I, grr-ah! I think I'm going to cum, any minute now." Ian's thrusting took on a quicker pace, with shallower thrusts into her tight, glorious heat.

"Do it! Oh god, cum inside me!" Emily moaned into the side of his neck. Ian's thrusting became even faster, urgent and more desperate. He wanted to crawl right up inside her pussy and live there forever. She felt so incredible around him.

Emily's legs, now wrapped around Ian, drew even tighter around his waist as she began to cum, her pussy rapidly tightening and gripping and fluttering all around his twitching shaft, which was seconds away from exploding and pouring its contents inside her.