Breeding glory holes

In the dystopian Republic of Veridia, everything is controlled. Love is a luxury; sex is a mandate. For Erik, this means one thing: tonight, he reports to the Reproduction Center. Awaiting him is a sterile cubicle and an anonymous woman, visible only as the parts required to fulfill his biological duty. It is a cold, impersonal process, engineered by the System.

But Erik refuses to be just a cog in the machine. In this world devoid of passion, he has cultivated his own forbidden pleasure. Each visit is a chance to shatter the rules, to transform a sterile obligation into a thrilling, private taboo. The anonymous woman is powerless to stop him, and he intends to take full advantage. What happens behind the doors of the cubicle is not always about procreation. It is his own small, silent rebellion.

Tags: Dominant male, Submissive female, Breeding, Immobilization, Body as a machine for breeding, Rape, Sex, Anal

Words: 5020

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Erik slung a worn-out bag over his shoulder and stepped out with a brisk pace into the streets of Neor. The sun, if the dull disc in the polluted sky could be called that, cast long, distorted shadows of the buildings of the Republic of Veridia. Erik, forty years old, one hundred and eighty-three centimeters of pure, pragmatic strength, and ninety kilograms of muscle hardened by life in this harsh world, wasted no time philosophizing about the dystopian reality. The system was what it was. And he had learned how to move within it. The "Reproduction Center," as they grandly called the human farm, was a place of opportunity for him. The reward was decent and, frankly, the chance to blow off some steam was a welcome bonus. Where else could a guy like him legally get his rocks off these days?

The air in the Center always smelled the same—a mixture of chemicals, something metallic, and that specific, musky odor that signaled the proximity of women, even though he never saw them whole. He passed through the automated check, his identity and "suitability" confirmed without hesitation. Inside, the corridors branched off into sectors marked with letters. Erik headed for Sector C. In his experience, that's where the younger ones were. Not that he had any moral qualms about the older ones, but he simply preferred those who weren't yet so... worn down by the system. The ones whose groins felt tighter, more virginal, even though he knew that true virginity here was a myth.

He walked slowly along the row of illuminated cubicles in the wall, from which offered female vaginas protruded. Nothing more, just vaginas sticking out of the wall, separated from one another by a discreet partition. Some radiated the scent of maturity, others were almost odorless, or one could only smell a faint hint from them. Erik stopped in front of one. The light illuminated a neat, almost perfectly symmetrical mound. The labia were small, gently pink, closed, as if waiting for a gentle exploration. It radiated a certain... freshness. Erik imagined the smooth skin around it, the firm young body attached to it behind the opaque wall. Almost like new, he thought with satisfaction. He pulled a small stimulator from his pocket, which he always carried with him, just in case, to increase his chances and intensify the experience. A small green light next to the opening signaled that the "subject" was ready. Ideal.

"This one," he murmured to himself, more as a confirmation for himself than for a non-existent listener. He leaned closer, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled her distinct scent. It was the scent of promise, raw and untamed, like a wildflower growing in the concrete jungle. His dick under the fabric of his trousers had long been standing at attention, pulsing impatiently. He adjusted his pants with his hand, preparing himself. This was going to be good. And if he was lucky, there might even be a solid bonus in it for him. A smile flickered across his lips. Life in Veridia didn't always have to be bad. You just had to know how to enjoy it. And Erik knew.