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.
