Chapter 1: Addison

Jacob washed himself in the hot spray of the barracks shower. It was the first of four showers he would take today, one in the morning and one after each breeding session. Showering so frequently was a chore, but hygiene was important, and the service had clear expectations. Sure, some guys bent the rules and got away with it. The breeders were important enough that effective punishment was limited. Happy men meant more sperm, and sperm directly translated to success of the mission. As much as Jacob took pride in his status, he cared about the girls he was with, and he did his part to make their experience as pleasant as possible. So he kept himself clean.

He chuckled to himself as he remembered how, once upon a time, he would jack off in the shower, both for easy cleanup and to avoid the potential embarrassment of a family member walking in on his private activities. Oh, how times had changed. Now he wouldn’t think of wasting his seed in such a way, and anyway now he had much more enjoyable alternatives.

Jacob was 19 and enrolled in a remote university program, majoring in physics, in addition to his breeding duties. Two years ago, he had to leave his school and friends when he entered the service, and that was a rough change for him. The service sent the breeders wherever they were needed, and the breeding schedule made commuting impractical, so the men lived and worked together. He finished his high school work online, then started his college work, with the government kindly picking up the tab. And he made some new friends. The guys came from all walks of life, and Jacob met a few that he never would have met any other way, but now they shared a common experience and they understood each other.

His first task when he got to the office would be to choose mates for the next couple of days. Then there would be a breeding session and some downtime, during which he would watch his class lectures online and work on his school assignments. The rest of the day held two more breedings, interspersed with additional schoolwork and personal time.

As he looked over candidate profiles, Jacob held his usual cautious optimism. Before him were photos and ages of a wide selection of girls. At the same time, a portrait does not fully capture a person in the flesh, and there was no telling how a girl would feel and behave when it came time to do the deed. Some girls were eager, and some girls had to be forced.

Yes, girls. The candidate pool of course included females in the whole range of 14-25, but Jacob was generally interested in the younger ones. He’d sometimes go for college-age when he felt a spark, but adolescence, fresh adolescence, really got his motor turning. Some of the guys would rib him about it, chiding him for robbing the cradle or corrupting innocent youth. They could say what they liked. A breeder had the prerogative to choose his own mates. In the eyes of the government, a pregnant female was a pregnant female.

The system was not completely uncaring. Upon arrival for a breeding session, a woman or girl was given a form to complete, on which she could indicate her preferences for the session.

Candidate ID#:
First Name:
Age:

Have you previously attended a breeding session? [] Yes [] No
Have you previously had vaginal intercourse at any time? [] Yes [] No

Would you like to examine your breeder’s genitalia before intercourse? [] Yes [] No
Would you prefer that your breeder be hidden from view? [] Yes [] No

Which foreplay activities interest you? [] Kissing [] Touching breasts [] Touching vulva [] Finger insertion [] Fellatio [] Cunnilingus [] Vibrator use

Which position(s) would you prefer for intercourse? [] Male on top [] Female on top [] From behind [] Other:
Do you expect that you will need to be restrained? [] Yes [] No

Notice: While your breeder will attempt to accommodate your requests, due to the dynamic nature of the breeding act, we cannot guarantee all preferences will be followed. Additionally, the session may be observed or recorded for quality control purposes.

In Jacob’s experience, that last notice was a source of stress for some candidates. He thought it would be better to make no mention of the cameras discreetly positioned in each room. But that kind of paperwork was far out of his control, and government lawyers had apparently deemed the disclosure necessary.

Jacob’s first session of the day was with one Addison, age 15. Looking over the form, Jacob recalled her body as slightly athletic, with average-sized breasts for her age and longish blonde hair. She indicated that she was a virgin, that she would like to inspect his equipment, and that she didn’t want him hidden. Jacob smiled. He thought it a fitting start to the week to work with a curious virgin. While he could not arrange such a circumstance, he was glad when it happened.

After glancing in a mirror and adjusting his robe—first impressions are important—Jacob opened the door to the breeding room. Waiting there was a girl, robed like himself, sitting on the side of the mattress, hunched over and almost hiding behind her hair, an oasis of natural color in a desert of institutional green and white.

“Addison?” he gently called. She nodded, and he closed the door behind him. “Hi, I’m Jacob, and I’ll be your breeder today.”

He offered his hand, and she took it, more a hold than a handshake. She watched him quietly as he took a seat next to her.

“How are you feeling?” When he started as a breeder, Jacob began each session with a short introductory speech. He had since learned to let his mate drive the conversation.

“Nervous,” she managed.

“That’s okay, a lot of girls feel that way, especially their first time. My job is to make this as easy and pleasurable as possible for you, alright?”

Addison nodded, her gaze directed at the floor in front of her.

“Now I see here you haven’t had intercourse yet. Have you had any sexual activity, maybe with a friend or boyfriend?”

“Like what do you mean?” She flashed a glance at my robe, before looking ahead again.

“Like touching or oral sex, you know, blowjobs or going down on a girl,” Jacob clarified.

“Uh, with my boyfriend. Touching.”

“You touching him? Him touching you?”

“Him touching me,” she almost whispered, her cheeks flushed.

“And did you enjoy that? I’m not trying to embarrass you; like I said, I’d like to make this good for you.”

She nodded. “Yeah.”

Jacob placed his hand on her upper back. The girl flinched slightly but regained what composure she had. Recalling her preference form, he decided it was time for the first move. “Addison, may I kiss you?”

Addison tucked her hair behind her ear, turned her head, and looked into Jacob’s eyes for the first time. After a moment, she gave a small nod.

Jacob moved in, and she met him, their lips brushing, then pressing together. The kiss lasted a few seconds, and backing away slightly he saw that her eyes were closed. With one hand still on her back, Jacob rested his other hand on Addison’s leg near the knee. He followed with a longer kiss, still closed-mouthed but giving her time to get used to the closeness. Jacob could smell her shampoo, and he was sure Addison was likewise picking up his scent. When the kiss ended, Addison opened her eyes and gazed at him, trembling slightly and showing the hint of a smile.

“Why don’t we lie down,” Jacob suggested. He moved toward the far end of the mattress, giving her room to join him.

Addison seemed unsure of how to position herself for a moment, then lay on her back. It wasn’t time for sex just yet, but Jacob smiled to assure her that was fine.

Jacob moved up close to her. He was already hard, but he didn’t want to rush things, and he avoided pressing his erection into her side. He rested his hand on her robe over her tummy. Addison took in a breath, and Jacob couldn’t help but notice the points her nipples made in her robe as he moved in for another kiss.

Their kiss was harder, more urgent, and when Jacob opened his mouth and flicked his tongue against her lips, Addison let him in and they played for a time, tongues brushing and teasing. When they came up for air, Addison was smiling.

Pulling his head back, Jacob started moving his hand on her abdomen, just a gentle rubbing at first. Addison froze up, and her expression conveyed an unspoken question.

“You don’t have to do anything,” said Jacob softly. “Just enjoy, and remember to breathe.”

Addison gazed at his face, saying nothing, still slightly flushed and somewhat tense, though she did take a noticeable breath. Her nipples still poked at her robe.

Jacob made slow circles around her midsection with his fingers. The belt of her robe limited his motion, so he undid the knot, careful to keep the robe closed for now. Before long, he was running his fingers up toward her chest. After tracing around one of her breasts, he gently cupped it, holding all of it in his hand except the nipple. He looked at her face to find that she was still watching him. As they locked eyes, he gently began playing with her nipple.

“Does that feel good?” asked Jacob. She nodded, trembling slightly. “Shall I go under the robe?” A pause, and she nodded again. They both knew that events would proceed in any case, but it was polite to ask.

Moving across Addison’s chest, he tucked his hand under the robe and cupped the flesh of her other breast. Still looking into her eyes, he squeezed ever so slightly, his face betraying his enjoyment with a subtle grin. As he began to play with this nipple, skin to skin, Addison closed her eyes and lightly purred.