The Only Fertile Man Left in Existence part 1

It’s possible that I’m not the ONLY one…but I’m certainly the only one that’s truly known to be able to produce children. The world has been in such chaos ever since the population began to decline. Communication between different nations has been fractured, making it hard to really know how many fertile men are left. In a single generation, the world population has plummeted. Droves of men and women are dying off of old age with no heirs to replace them. No one is precisely sure what has caused this…but it is clear that the fault lies in male fertility. We had a generation of men who just didn’t seem to be able to produce children. By the time the data started being tracked and the alarm was raised it was too late for many of them.

Some men responded to fertility treatments and were able to produce a child or two…others were outright sterile with no chance of ever impregnating a woman. In the end, I ended up being the only truly fertile man in my little corner of the world….the only bull who now had the responsibility of breeding the herd.

It’s an odd life that I live now…Im sequestered to a heavily guarded ranch in the Montana back country. Access by road is difficult and most supplies (and women) are brought in by helicopter or bush plane. They’re working on the roads I hear but it’s a long process and they’re still not suitable for regular use.

Every three months a huge, twin rotor chinook helicopter arrives filled with about 60 more women that I’m expected to breed. The medical staff on site puts them up in the dormitory and monitors their health to ensure both the success of the breeding process and the continued health of their bull….me.

I don’t know how they select these women…but they come in all shapes, sizes, races….it’s been an education in the diversity of the female body. They also get their preference in breeding method (per my request). I didn’t feel right forcing any women to fuck me…so I asked the staff to set up a system. A woman could choose to be artificially inseminated by the medical staff, they could choose to have minimal contact natural breeding where they don’t even have to see me. They are just placed on a comfortable position with their ass and pussy exposed and a something blocking my view of their upper body. That way I can have access to the parts that I need. I enter the room, do my business quickly, I leave and they take the woman to follow the staff’s post insemination procedure…..or the third and final method is full sex with kinks. They can request toys…positions….methods…anything they want. I get the option to decline but I rarely do. I’m not here to say “no”, I’m here to breed. To spread my seed….that’s my job.

It’s been 2 months since I arrived at “The Ranch” as they call it. It’s a very different life. It’s odd to be catered to on such a grand scale….it makes it hard to keep your ego in check . I imagine this is what it must feel like to be some kind of celebrity. If everyone around you is attending to your every need and telling you how special and important you are…it can go to your head. To keep myself grounded I do a lot of reading in the small amount of free time I have. Mostly stoic philosophy, history, psychology…..stuff like that. Even though the world is in a bad spot…I think it’s still important to be the best that I can be and I think keeping my mind sharp is part of that.

I’ve settled into a routine in the last 2 months. There has been a lot of experimentation and monitoring but a lot of that is starting to slow down now. We’re starting to see patterns in the first wave of women that I’ve bred and we’re refining our methods to maximize my productivity…..that experimentation is why I now find myself slowly waking up at 5 am to the sound of light foot steps in my bedroom. It’s still dark and I can’t see the people that have walked in but I know what’s coming. Two figures walk around to either side of my bed and bind my hands to soft cuffs attached to solid mounting points on the bed. Then they go to my feet and repeat this. I don’t struggle. I know they’re not here to hurt me. This is just part of the process.

They remove the sheet and blankets from the bed, exposing my stark nudity. I’m used to it at this point. I’m constantly watched and I rarely wear clothing. One of the figures presses a button causing the cables attached to the cuffs retract…not uncomfortably so, but they cause my arms to be out at my sides and my legs to spread. I feel the bed shift as someone climbs onto the bed between my legs and then I feel a warm and wet sensation as warm lubricant is rubbed on my sphincter….then I feel “The Device” press against my asshole and enter me. I catch my breath a bit…it’s a little painful until it settles in. I feel the person between my legs finish positioning the device and then press a button that inflates the end closest to my asshole, effectively locking it in place.

Then I feel hands on my cock and balls. They’re latex gloved…warm and slippery. Someone is lubricating my member and trying to cause an erection. I hear the cart rolling in…..”the cart” is what I call the milking machine (or “The extractor” as the Med techs call it.” My cock starts to slowly rise to attention. Once I’m at my full 8 inch length, someone slides the milking machine over my cock. The sleeve feels warm and pleasant. The machine beeps and whirs to life and starts mechanically working my cock. They change the texture every few days to keep me guessing and improve productivity. Today’s version feels like a mouth. It feels like a collection of rough taste buds is rubbing against the underside of my cock. The device in my ass also starts to react in unison with the milking machine. It stimulates my prostate and monitors for my orgasm….so the machines talk to each other and bring me to the edge of cumming….and stop….and then go again. This edging has been shown to increase my sperm production…..so I endure it every morning now.

After a half an hour of torture by the machine I erupt a huge load of cum into it. As soon as I’m finished…the lights start to come up in the room. The tech at the machine examines how much cum was extracted and takes some notes on a chart. She then quickly wheels the cart and my collected load out of the room.

As she’s wheeling it out, the head physician (Dr. Faraday) stops her snd examines her notes and the sample quickly before letting her pass and coming to my bedside…this is the start of my day…..every day.

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