Breeding glory holes - Part 3

The memory of his last visit to the Reproduction Center is burned into Erik's mind. That encounter with his daughter was a taboo he'll never forget—and he knows she won't either. But just as the echoes of that sin begin to quiet, a message comes from a ghost: his son, a stranger he has never met, has made contact.

The arrival of this unknown piece of himself ignites a new, diabolical idea: to stage a "family reunion" within the cold walls of the Reproduction Center. He has a daughter. He has a son. And he plans to introduce them in the most intimate way imaginable.

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

Words: 6330

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Two days after his intense "welcoming" of Livia into the System, Erik was sitting in his modest office in the logistics department of the Neor Municipal Administration when an inconspicuous icon blinked on his work terminal. A personal message. That was unusual. He mostly received only work orders or system notifications.

He opened it. A contact request. Sender: Kael R-47988. Erik frowned. The name meant nothing to him, nor did the identification number. But then he noticed a small note attached to the request: "Genetic Marker Match – Paternal."

Ah. One of them. One of his sons, products of his "work" at the Reproduction Center, scattered throughout Veridia. Kael. He vaguely recalled that some twenty years ago he'd had a period when his fertilization success rate had rapidly increased and for a while he was literally swimming in credits. Maybe this Kael came from that wave.

The message was brief: "Mr. Erik L.? My name is Kael. According to available records, you are my biological father. I would like to meet with you, if you were interested. No strings attached."

Erik leaned back in his chair and stared at the screen for a long time. A son. A grown son who had found him. It had never actually occurred to him before. He knew they existed, just as he knew the sun rose and set. But they were just abstract concepts, numbers in the system, genetic copies that carried a part of his DNA but otherwise had nothing to do with him. He didn't have to take care of them, had no obligations to them, not even the right to contact them unless they showed interest first. And he was completely satisfied with this anonymity. Children, whether boys or girls, were simply a product, a side effect of his occasional visits to the Center.

He thought about it for a few hours. Does he want to meet him? Does he even want to be a part of this? What could the kid want from him? Money? Answers? He could simply ignore it, delete the message, and pretend it never arrived. Remain in that comfortable anonymity. He felt no paternal need, no pangs of conscience.

But then he remembered the last few days. Remembered Livia. That strange, dark feeling when he stood in front of cubicle G-117. When he "met" her so intimately, so brutally. When he felt that connection, that proprietary instinct toward his own blood. It wasn't fatherhood in the traditional sense; it was something much more primitive, darker. But it was... a connection.