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— Dystopic world. To combat overpopulation, citizens are forbidden from having children. On the other hand, men and women found by the government as “of best quality” are forced to have sexual intercourses in front of official commissions, which make sure that the process of impregnation is carried out in accordance to the rules and that neither party is trying to evade its obligation to the nation. —
“Good morning,” I said nervously, entering a big room.
Behind a long, wooden table suited next to a wall, I found the commission — consisting of five middle-aged gentlemen in elegant suits. They all looked at me, either indifferently or straight up in a hostile way. I approached them, anxiously.
“According to this document,” I spoke, offering them a piece of paper I found in my mailbox, “I was summoned today to submit to the Breeding.” Saying it out loud made me chuckle. Some in the commission looked at me, in a rather unfriendly way. “But… I’m a male. So it has to be some mistake, right?” I thought that at this point they would be dying of laughter, seeing this silly paperwork error. “Because you know… biological males can’t get pregnant…” I continued, seeing their lack of reaction.
“Mr. Blake, please sit on the couch and wait,” the man in glasses, sitting in the middle, pointed me the other side of the room.
I walked there and noticed two incredibly good looking gentlemen sitting on the very same couch. I was left with the very narrow spot between them.
“Hello,” I mumbled shyly, sitting between them. Both of them ignored me.
My friends reassured me that I was probably summoned to become one of the breeders, but they mistakenly sent me the wrong form. According to my friends, it was almost sure, since I was good looking, healthy and rather intelligent. I wasn’t necessarily happy about it, considering the women I would have to impregnate would be most likely unwilling, but that was my duty as a good citizen and so was theirs.
“Alright, Mr. Blake,” the chief of the commission addressed me. One of the men stood up to close the doors. “We can begin. I’ll start by explaining you the rules…”
I chuckled, nervously, and stood up without thinking.
“Wait, Sir, what do you mean? I’m not a female!” I reminded him again, smiling nervously. But I was kind of annoyed by now, too. “I can’t get pregnant, that’s biologically impossible!”
“Mr. Blake, I will try to say this without being rude, but please forgive me if I fail,” said the chief of the commission, looking at me in a hostile way, “I have no doubts that you’re not biologically female and that it’s very unlikely that you will ever get pregnant, but we have no legal option to release you from this obligation. You’ve had seven days to make an appeal to the commission having such legal power and I assume you didn’t do it.”
“Well… I didn’t know I’ve had to!” I panicked. “I thought I could explain this today!”
“I understand, yet I can’t do anything about it. We’re here only to make sure that the mandatory breeding has taken place. And unfortunately, we will reinforce this.”
“What?!” I moved back, shocked, almost falling down on the couch. “You… can’t! What the fuck?! There’s no fucking way I will let you do this!”
“Don’t be stupid, boy,” one of the men sitting behind me spoke in a thick accent. “We will force you if we have to.”
“Mr. Chaz is correct,” the chief said. “During the breeding process, the officially appointed breeders are legally allowed to commit rape or sexual harassment. They’re basically free to proceed with your body as they see fit.”
“There’s another option,” the other breeder behind my back spoke. “Not ideal, but still. We could put him to sleep for the time of the procedure. That way he won’t feel as much… discomfort.”
“Unfortunately, that’s impossible in this case,” the chief of the commission said. “Comas require the use of anesthetic and the doses regulated by law were predicted only for women. We would be risking a lawsuit. Basically, our hands are tied. Mr. Blake, you will have to endure the entire process.”
I felt strong grip on my shoulder. It was the muscular guy with accent, Chaz.
“Come, boy,” he said. I looked down at his other hand. It was rubbing a huge bulge in his pants…
I pushed him back, but then the other man jumped at me. They were much bigger and stronger than me, as expected from alpha male breeders. They pushed me towards the coach and threw me on it. I noticed that the entire commission stood up and approached us with notebooks. I was about to get gangbanged by two guys, with five pervs watching all of it…
“Please…!” I screamed, but Mr. Chaz covered my mouth with his huge hand.
“Mr. Morris,” the chief addressed the other breeder, “please, strip him first. He has to be fully naked during the breeding.”
I felt my pants being pulled down and in the end, istanbul travesti off. Right after that, my boxers came off. A sudden touch of fresh air in that area made me feel so humiliated. I was naked and vulnerable in front of all these men. What happened next made it even worse.
Chief of the commission approached, fixed his glasses and grabbed my balls with his bare hand.
“Yes, there’s no doubt, it must have been a paperwork error,” he said, grabbing my nutsack and rubbing my flaccid dick with his thumb. I tried screaming in protests, but was muffled by that strong, big hand. “That’s a penis and a pair of testicles. It’s getting erect, so it’s functionating, too.”
“In that case, I will note that the failure of the breeding was caused by the object,” another guy from the commission said.
“Won’t that mean that he will have to keep returning here every day to undergo another attempts?”
“Sadly, yes,” the chief said. “We can apply for an official medical check-up on his fertility only after a full week of attempts.”
One of the commissioners reached out and curiously pinched my nipple. I moaned in protest and managed to slip my mouth out of the Chaz’s hand.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” I screamed.
The man looked at me, raised an eyebrow and twisted my nipple, making me scream.
“You seem to be confused about your whereabouts,” he said and then totally shocked me, slapping the breeder’s bare ass, like he was a stripper in a club. “Show him his place, Mr. Chaz.”
“Yes, commissioner,” the muscular breeder said submissively, loudly gathered gob in his mouth and then spat straight into my face.
I winced with disgust and spit a little portion of it that fell into my mouth.
“Now you understand, boy?” the commissioner asked, while molesting the muscular pec of the clearly uncomfortable, straight breeder. “During the breeding, all three of you are state property. Better don’t provoke us.”
Once I was stripped even out of socks, they flipped me on my stomach and restrained my wrists and ankles with chains. My chin was resting on a muscular thigh of Mr. Chaz, who was stroking his thick, but short cock, getting it ready to enter my mouth. Somewhere behind me, Mr. Morris was lubing my asshole.
“Why do you want me to suck a penis?!” I complained, in despair. “Even a proper woman couldn’t get pregnant from that!”
“The law dictates, that the object of breeding has to take part in all fantasies or sexual activities proposed by the breeders, which is meant to get them into the state of arousal,” the chief responded to me, in his very official tone.
“These guys are straight! I won’t arouse them by sucking their dicks!” I barked in frustration.
“The commission is allowed to advise activities to the breeders, in order to make the entire process easier.”
“But they don’t…”
“Shut up already, boy!” Mr. Chaz shouted. He lifted his leg above my head, turned his hips to face me and slapped my face with his meat. I winced in disgust. “You will do as you’re told! Now open your filthy mouth, that’s the only thing it’s good for!”
I whimpered when he pushed his warm, thick meat into my mouth. I thought I would bite it by accident, but some inner instinct stopped me and told me to protect it. My tongue quickly betrayed me and licked it curiously. It tasted weird and somehow dirty, but it wasn’t as terrible as I thought it would be.
The mouthy commissioner moved behind the breeder and wrapped his arms around his muscular torso, molesting him once again. Chaz seemed to be uncomfortable again, yet hid it with a weak smile.
“Such a docile bitch you are,” the commissioner said to him.
“Thank you so much, Sir…”
The guy behind me pushed his cock inside of me. I moaned in surprise, feeling how my tight hole is being invaded, but thanks to the lube and my widely spread legs, it entered mostly without any struggle. The scary thing was that it seemed to go deeper and deeper and deeper… For a moment I thought it would come out of my throat, colliding with Mr. Chaz’s dick.
Instinctively, I tried to push him out. I placed my entire muscle strength into sphincter, but Mr. Morris’ dick was so firm and powerful that he probably didn’t even notice my pathetic resistance attempts. I moaned loudly, in exhaustion, creeped the fuck in my own mind. Why the hell did I enjoy it, when my attempt at pushing him out failed?
I tried it again, just to make sure that I was mistaken, that it didn’t feel good at all… but the moment I found out that I’m helpless and my ass can’t fight him off, my nipples started almost pulsating with excitement.
There was no way for me to hide it anymore without being delusional: I found the sensation of getting fucked in the asshole as extremely pleasurable. My only regret was that I happened to find that out in this fucked up environment, with all these istanbul travestileri perverts preying on my humiliation.
Another thrust into my ass sent an odd jolt of electricity through my body, making me feel weak and submissive. Mr. Morris mercilessly kept moving in and out and during that movement, I felt like my identity and consciousness faded away.
The chief commissioner started whispering straight to my ear. I could feel his warm breath touching my lobe.
“This is your duty to our nation, Mr. Blake. Embrace it. Serve with pride. Suckle on that teat in your mouth. Make it feel good. It must be so humiliating to you, but nothing will be done about that. You were officially reduced to a bitch. A bunch of real men gets to witness you reaching the lowest point any man could ever reach. Such a young, handsome, promising gentleman… made to be this. You will never recover from it…”
What was happening to me? Was that how gay sex felt to everyone? I should have been angry because of the things he said to me, so why was I so excited?
That dick in my ass kept taking more and more, slowly spreading warmth around my body. My nipples were burning in excitement, just as much as my cheeks were radiating in shame. It still felt disgusting to know I’m doing this with men, but I couldn’t stop my head from moving up and down, swallowing Mr. Chaz’s prick, probably dirty one, considering he must’ve been in a toilet today. And despite all of this disgust it paradoxically felt amazing?
And why on the earth I kept listening to this fucked up commissioner, like he was a god? Normally I would find his idiotic, derogatory rhetoric as repulsive, but now I wanted to do everything he told me to, just so that he doesn’t stop that cock from violating my insides…
“Good boy… such a good boy,” the chief commended me, gently patting my hair and helping me to suck Mr. Chaz’s dick properly. “Look how compliant he is. At this point I doubt he will mind coming back here every day…”
I wanted to protest, to say that I will mind… but then Mr. Morris pushed himself deeper than before and it kind of made my brain melt. I moaned in an ugly way, like I was losing my mind. Saliva escaped my mouth. I must’ve looked like I was having a stroke or something.
“He’s leaking, chief,” I could hear one of the commissioners informing the men about my shame.
The cock throbbing inside of me completely took away the control I’ve had over my body. I could feel my own penis spilling some substance and I could do nothing about it.
“He pissed himself out of pleasure,” the chief informed. “What an amazing sensitivity. His body can’t defend itself from the overwhelming pleasure…”
“Put clamps on his nips. He won’t be able to take it, it will break his mind,” proposed some exited voice.
I mumbled in despair wanting to beg them not to do it. But the cock in my mouth kept forcing me to act like a proper wet hole for its satisfaction.
I felt them pinching my nipples and the heat from them spread everywhere around my body. At this point I wasn’t sure what was happening to me. I was overstimulated, sweaty, hot and overall feeling like in some kind of erotic fever. When I opened my eyes for a brief moment and noticed one of the commissioners recording me with his phone, smirking smugly. I didn’t care.
A part of me wanted them to stop, but another part wanted them to continue; and even more — to do this to me endlessly, and to do much worse stuff that will make my heart pound.
The thought that there will be a video of me, giving in to two other men, serving them in heat like a bitch, lying in a puddle of my own piss, made me nothing but horny. Now I had nothing but taste of dirty cock in my mouth and smell of sweaty balls in my nose. And there I was, fully naked, getting railed, surrounded by superior men in suits who enjoyed every moment of my torment.
And of course, there was this fucking chief commissioner who would whisper some hypnotic crap into my ears. My brain, left in the most vulnerable state ever, greedily swallowed all of his poisonous words like a sponge dipped in water. I actually craved to be indoctrinated. I wanted to take whatever shape he needed me to take just to make him feel good. I didn’t care about future or consequences, just about being used.
I was the state property now. There was no point in opposing their demands, as I was just a small piece of a much larger puzzle. It was the moment I’ve had to come to realize and accept my role in society. It was an honor for me, to be able to serve my nation and government…
Mr. Chaz grabbed my hair and pulled my face onto his dick, hitting the back of my throat and making me choke with slicky load of semen he just dumped in my mouth.
“Oh, yes… flood him with your seed, bull,” some commissioner whispered in a horny tone, watching groaning Mr. Chaz. “Look travesti istanbul how it drips from the boy’s mouth…”
The chief of commission ran his index finger across my chin, gathering a lump of thick cum and then guided it into his mouth.
“Delicious,” he said.
In this very moment, Mr. Morris started creaming the insides of my ass. He groaned, uncontrollably. I, too, whimpered, feeling some liquid warmth sensation spreading through my hole, straight into the depths of my body…
“I inform the commission that I ejaculated inside of the object,” Mr. Morris said in a very official tone, right after he regained his breath after the raw fucking he performed.
Only after he removed himself, I felt how sore and violated my asshole was after meeting his drill. But the worst part was that odd void and emptiness that he left. Almost like his cock belonged in.
I wasn’t surprised by the pain, as his cock was huge and thick, now glistening from lube. I noticed that it was incredibly red and swollen from all the friction.
One of the depraved commissioners grabbed his still-stiff dick and he swallowed it into his mouth balls deep, not caring about the fact that it just barely came out of my asshole. He sucked the filth off with a loud moan of pleasure, almost like he was savoring the best dish in his life.
I’ve felt sick seeing this. Weirdly enough, that fever-like bliss that filled me with desire and obedience worked just as long as Mr. Morris’ cock was stuck in me. Now, after it left, and my burning hole was twitching, spilling drops of sticky cum, I felt ashamed and used once again.
But the worst part was the excruciating pain stinging my clamped nipples…
“Please, someone take it off!” I whined, trying to move through restraints.
“In a minute. Firstly, show me your anus, Mr. Blake,” the chief of the commission said, freeing my leg and lifting it up, to have a better look at my ass crack. “Oh, unfortunately, some of it leaked. Let me help.” He took off his glasses and leaned over, pulling out his tongue. I felt its wet touch greedily cleaning the skin on my ass crack, as he slurped loudly few times. “Let’s check if there’s enough cum inside to get you pregnant.” He pushed two fingers into me, curiously examining the sticky insides of my ass. I was so sore and loose after that dick, that I couldn’t really feel that much. “Perfect, you’ve done really well, Mr. Morris. Please, now take a minute to rest. You need to be ready for the two next sessions.”
“What’s the point?” I asked, angrily, as he proceed cheerfully molesting my asshole. “I won’t get pregnant no matter how many times I get fucked! Just say in the report that it happened and let me go!”
He reached for something laying on the table with sex toys and out of blue, a leather belt landed on my ass, making a loud noise. I screamed in pain, tensing the shocked muscles in my butt, but then I’ve heard another slashing sound, as another powerful slap followed.
“Stop! Stop!” I yelled in despair, still chained and unable to cover myself.
“Then be a responsible citizen and don’t suggest that we should commit fraud for the sake of your comfort, Mr. Blake.” The chief released the belt out of his hand. The buckle made a sound as it landed on the floor. “Alright, I think it’s time. Bring the cock tenders.”
“Cock tenders?!” I asked, worried. “What the hell is that?!”
“Calm down, Mr. Blake. They will be of no importance to you.”
It turned out that cock tenders were three skimpy clothed, young men, who approached the commissioners with repulsed faces and started rubbing their bulges with hands. The two straight breeders sitting next to me were avoiding this sight, clearly not very eager to join a gay orgy.
“This is ridiculous, let me go!” I yelled again, watching the commissioners having their stiff pricks being pulled out of their pants. “You’re doing all of
this for your own pleasure, you fucking pervs!”
But I wasn’t able to protest any longer. One of the men picked up my sock and pushed it so deep into my mouth that I almost choked and wasn’t able to spit it out.
I was released two hours later, with loose hole, horrible taste in my mouth, pubic hair stuck in my throat and nipples burning from clamps.
When I came back home, my girlfriend and our roommate were already waiting.
“Finally! I was worried!” My girlfriend said, approaching me. She tried to kiss me but remembering what was going on to my mouth today, I stopped her. “What’s wrong…?”
“So, are you a breeder now?” My best friend grinned at me. “Kelly was losing senses out of jealousy…”
“I was not!” She protested.
“No,” I responded shortly.
I’ve had very little patience for their nonsense at the moment. All I wanted was a shower. Long one. In water hot enough to purge my skin from the filth of these men.
“Well, so what was it, then?”
“Nothing. Just a paperwork error.” It was true, so why did I feel like a liar? “And I will have an awful week trying to fix it…”
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