It was in the year 2027 that the inevitable happened. Another killer plague hit mankind. It was a different kind of virus than any seen before. In fact it was so selective in its killing that it was an almost certain that the Virus NG5 was lab created. No one came forward and admitted to creating the virus and certainly no one would admit to either deliberately releasing it or accidentally unleashing the horror. What was certain was at the end of this virus propagation that 90% of the male population was dead. Most of the rest of the 1st world’s supply of males were quickly herded into isolation centers that quickly turned into breeding centers. Women stepped into the positions of power that were available. Simple centrifuges ensured that women of class never gave birth to males and it was left to the prison population to birth the few males needed to attempt the keep the populations of the 1st world up to some semblance of normality. Even this goal was failing. In the populations of the 3rd world the population took a nose dive before beginning to rise once more. A series of more draconian laws was passed by an increasingly frantic 1st world driving the few remaining free males into an underground that was interesting to say the least.

The survivors, as they called themselves, were an eclectic mix of ex mercenaries, quick thinking criminals, and ex military types, with an extreme aversion to being strapped in gurney and hooked into a semen collection machine for the remainder of their lives. The survivors traded skills and information among each other out of need, the mercenaries and military types knew all sorts of escape and evasion skills, and the weapons training came in more than handy. However the criminals knew how to bleed the systems for cash. In the interests of staying alive the underground found ways to securely share information without revealing source

Michael Von Lang was an interesting character in an underground that was full of interesting characters. He made his living running high tech security scams that had made him millions though you would not have been able to tell. Nothing about him would be exposed to surveillance. A simple home far back in the mountains served as his abode. A rustic wood cabin backed into a canyon wall that gave no clue to the caverns beneath it. Nor was there any give away to the paths that would take him to several vehicles that could fly him away. No one had laid eyes on Michael in years and most had assumed that he had long ago passed away. He had hired a young woman who was a daughter of a trusted friend that had passed away many years ago. She was his front buying anything he needed and receiving a fat check for her services every year. Michael was very old by this point in his life. Virtually every friend and all of his family passed away years ago. In his upper 70’s he often wondered why he continued on still he was a warrior of the old school and didn’t think to give up. Everything creaked as he walked and most of his joints ached. He lovingly touched the old battle rifle and body armor that had made his daily wear so many years ago. He remembered that he had once been greatly feared by some of his countries enemies, and thought that he was a song that had been played far too often and a joke not often remembered.

In the end it was his success that undermined him. The company that he had stung for 30 million credits placed a huge reward and his front decided that the pay off was worth more than Michael paid her. Michael opened his front door to Nancy’s weekly visit only to find that the United States FBI was there instead. He was hustled into the back of a van and into a court with only the briefest of hearings. There was little need to convict him of anything when he would be strapped to a bed and hooked to a milking machine for what was left of his life. Michael wasn’t allowed to speak and he quickly understood that he was a pair of balls this society really needed and the only reason he was still breathing. He found himself in a local hospital naked and strapped into a narrow hard bed a stainless steel metal tube was attached to his penis and it began to suck him with hardly a sound. The nurses acted like he was a mute animal and frowned quickly walking away if he tried to speak. The other men simply couldn’t or wouldn’t speak. He found himself hoping he would die quickly here and end this useless existence.

He awoke one day to find a new woman looking at him. “This is the only one they will agree to give you Doctor” The nurse called Helen told the woman. “This isn’t at all acceptable! He is too old and will die within a week in my lab!” the doctor said. The nurse didn’t look amused at all. “Dr. Everson, this is the one they are willing to part with, too many of your patients end up dead.” Nurse Helen said.

Michael started laughing,”I’ll be happy to go with you Dr. Everson if it leads to my dying and seeing the end of you witches all the sooner”. Dr. Everson leaned over her body lean and trim, and slapped him in the face as hard as she could. “If I wanted to hear an animal talk I would have asked you to amuse me.” “If you would release me I’ll kill you for the insult here and now” Michael snarled. “No wonder womankind celebrates the passing of Men.” Dr. Everson said with a smirk. Michael said nothing watching everything very looking for opportunities. “Just be glad he is old, his military record is impressive to say the least” Helen noted. “I’ve no interest in his history just have him transported to my lab as quickly as possible.” Dr. Everson replied.

Michael found himself wheeled table and all to a waiting truck and shortly found himself installed in a lab but 10 miles from his old cabin. He chuckled to himself thinking that had he known of this place he would have raided it years ago and killed every witch he could have sighted his rifle on. His table was locked into a position in the lab to find Dr. Everson pacing bath and forth and very irritated.

A young and very pretty assistant was standing nearby and looking fearful, Michael found that interesting as well, the old memories of collecting intelligence from the enemy locked into the forefront of his mind noting this and every element of the lab and it’s security arrangements. Another part of Michael’s mind laughed at him like an old man of 78 would break his bonds and do much of anything besides dying of an overdose of exercise.

“Janet! What am I to do with this ancient piece of shit?” Dr. Everson asked. “If I put him on sperm enhancers it will kill him before the day is out. This old fucker will die by the end of the week no matter what we do! None of the old ones live very long.” Janet cleared her throat and reluctantly spoke “It’s not like they have much to look forward to Dr. Everson. They get strapped down and sucked for sperm till they die. I don’t know what we can do that will make it better it’s not like you can turn back time. Maybe we can just give him a lethal injection and call it heart failure and be done with it.” Dr. Everson looked at Michael hard and paced again. “No, much as killing him would be a blessing to me and him both no. I’m behind in my research and everyone is angry for not completing my work yet. What did you find in his place Janet?” She asked. “I left most of it back there. His front woman said she would keep the place and wanted most of it, such a greedy bitch. But I found this” Janet pointed to 3 chests packed with medical gear. Dr Everson went through the gear noting that Michael had the better part of a complete emegency room in those 3 chests. Something caught her eye in the 3rd chest one of them she hadn’t seen in decades the other made her jaw drop. It was a single vial maked ANTIBODIES NG5. She whirled around showing the vial to Michael. “What is this? She asked. “Michael chuckled, how did you think we saved what was left of the men of the human race?” He answer. “Do you think for a moment we didn’t know you released it 30 years ago? However your virus was too static, you feared it might infect females so you locked it down. One exposure to that stuff and every alarm in a human immune system will light up to the antigens on NG5. Didn’t you wonder why it your virus stopped overnight?” Michael said.

Dr. Faith Everson went white as a sheet; if the news ever went out she would be a mass murdered and a war crime suspect. Three quarters of the world would want her head. She determined to kill this old man right then. She went to get a hypo filled with the right cocktail when he dropped the other bomb. “Don’t worry Dr. Everson, if I wanted to expose you I would have done so 20 years ago. Every member of the underground knows by the way. We just never knew where this lab was as we always intended to visit you and repay you for all the friends we lost.” Michael said.

Without thinking she simply injected him with the second vial that was marked NANITES RESTRORATIVE. Michael noted in injection his laughter echoed down the halls both empty and hollow. Janet and the Doctor beat a hasty retreat to discuss things.

Dr. Everson went down to the lab room the next day to find another shock when the old man looked markedly better in 12 hours. His weak pulse was strong, his color was good instead of pallid. His weight was down at least 10 lbs and his muscle tone was improving. He looked at her with eyes that were clear instead of rummy and there was a fire dancing behind his dark eyes. Faith Everson found him very disturbing and wished she had not had him brought down here. Still there was work to be completed and her career was not going to wait for another man to come to her.

“Not that I care in the least but I will explain what your purpose here is. As you know our population in falling and this cannot continue. Our society has moved beyond the male but unfortunately our biology disagrees. Given the shrinking number of men it’s very important that we maximize the amount of seaman that we get from each producing male. You are one of the men chosen to help us out with these experiments” She said. “I am waiting for the part where I get to say I refuse” Replied Michael. Dr Everson smirked then proceeded to open his scrotum with a deft stroke. His testicles were tied off and removed within seconds and dropped into a vat that slowly froze them. “I hoped that answered that question, and considering how dangerous you are to me I’d shut up before your tongue follows” She said. “Now don’t worry your testicles can be reattached should we decide we need to, they are preserved.” She then stuffed an inflatable rubber ball into his scrotum and sewed it shut inside. “This will allow us to stretch your sack to fit your replacement balls. They are a bit larger so you will need the room. Michael watch her walk away and wondered if she had any conception of what she had done.

Like any soldier Michael began to exercise ignoring the pain from the rapidly healing wounds. He knew from past experience with wounds and nanites that the changes would come faster with wounds and that healing was only an hour away at most. Since the witches had tied him down isometrics would have to do. As he began he noticed that the leather straps creaked then stretched, Michael grinned like a demon unleashed, and then again he soon would be.

Dr. Everson walked in and stood still in shock, “Janet!!!” She screamed. Janet came in on the run. “I want an explanation!” Dr. Everson said. Janet looked around and saw Michael looking like he was 45 years old and not a 78 year old they dropped into the lab and he looked incredibly fit for even 45. “Dr. Everson I don’t know! What did you do to him?” Janet asked. “Nothing, what was in those nanites Janet?” Dr. Everson asked. “I don’t know, that technology was lost in the chaos I think it was just a battlefield wound restorer but we haven’t had a war in 50 years.” Janet replied. They both looked at not so old soldier sleeping, all he seemed to do lately is eat huge amounts and sleep. “Oh the hell with it! Perhaps, this one will live long enough to learn something from.” Dr Everson said with resignation.

Over the next week they watched the old soldier return to a 25 year old man in the peak of health. Strapped to a bed he weighed in at a solid 276 lbs and had all the appearance of a man that was either an Olympic weight lifter or an over muscled gymnast. Secretly Dr. Everson was now frightened of this man, if he ever got out of those restraints there was no telling what he would do. Even more irritating however was his constant silent watching. He never said a word or even made a sound yet he watched everything like a snake about to strike. She determined to eliminate him the minute she had the data she needed. The last thing her nation needed was 78 years of military and criminal knowledge crammed into a body one third of the age it should be. They would not have caught him the first time had he been able to do more than totter around with a cane.

The day came and Michael’s operation was at hand. “My first improvement was to increase the size of his testicles 300% this increases sperm production about 20 times. The second improvement was bettering seminal fluid production by the same amount. His ability to maintain an erection however was the major production hold up. I have solved this by introducing the penile bone back into the species. He has no choice over having an erection and he will come in cups full of semen not tablespoons. In short, when using a flash freezing process for storage of the product, a couple of dozen males can provide for the entire production for the foreseeable future.” Dr. Everson said for her video recorders. With that the complex surgery went forward and was completed in eight hours.

Michael woke up to find what had been done to him and was disgusted. “The witches finally got what they always wanted a sperm factory strapped to a gurney” He thought. Already he was ejaculating into the collection tube and by the pressure he was feeling he would be again in less than an hour. Dr. Everson arrived and looked very smug. “Well you survived, and everything is working as it should. Now you will fill your role for us and our tanks as well, you should be pleased.” She said. Michael wasn’t even interested in responding, that time had come and gone. The doctor checked her instruments happy at last and walked out with a flair.

Michael’s nanites were not happy at all, a single nanite was a stupid machine indeed, but in the millions they had a collective intellect that worked rather well. The recent changes were not to the bodies DNA blueprint, not at all; if that were not enough further progress to the programming that the nanites had been created to do where not being allowed for lack of materials. As Michael slept, a silvery sheen seeped out of his pores and began to gather around the stainless steel manacles that held him down. The carbon fiber reinforcing the stainless steel provided additional interesting properties providing a bounty that was much needed the nanites now had 4 pounds of foreign testicles, a pound of penile bone that didn’t belong, three pounds of steel, and one pound of carbon fiber. The nanites were satisfied and materials were enough, the program would be completed and the damage repaired.

Dr. Faith Everson entered the building through her private entrance and walked into her lab to complete her tests, the bio-toxin injection already prepared, turning the corner to the patient table found it empty. The thick restraints were eaten through like an acid but somehow not, and half the stainless steel table was missing and showing the same kind of damage. In the middle of what was left of the table sat the destroyed testicles she had implanted the yesterday again as if they were mostly eaten and most of the scrotum as well. She slapped the alarm to find it wasn’t working. Walking out of the lab she found the corridor to the rest of the building in complete darkness. She rounded the corner to the main entrance to find both the guards lying in front of the main doors like broken dolls. She noted the impact strikes that broke bones in their arms and necks, it looked like it had taken only seconds. She signaled an emergency on her necklace and stepped outside to find… nothing.

Sandra Nord had been called into the Everson lab for advanced genetics. She taken the time to downloaded the file on a Major Michael Von Lang on the way to the lab and found it disturbing, very disturbing. She had a team meet her to go over the lab with a millimeter by millimeter very literally. Another security team was stationed outside armed like a combat platoon and almost as numerous. A third team was working on the labs cyber systems to see what had been done to it.

At the end of the day she was ready and summoned Dr. Everson to her office in the nearby town. The locals had cleared out of the little used police substation and her teams were now stationed there in full array. Dr. Everson arrived in a state of fury and disarray. She stamped in and focused on Sandra. “Just what am I doing here? I have work to do and I’ve lost completely too much time on this!” Sandra looked calm and simply stated to the Doctor she needed to sit down. Sandra tapped her light scribe and spoke finally. “Do you have any damn idea what you have done, even the slightest clue?” Sandra asked? “What are you talking about? Dr. Everson asked. “Major Michael Von Lang United States Army, formerly director of black light project, a very nasty program for hunting down and killing terrorists bring back any memories? Sandra asked. “How is it we gave you a subject at best weeks from death and he escapes two weeks later at the apparent age of 25 and enhanced with weapons grade nanites?’ Sandra asked. “Weapons grade nanties? I gave him some restorative nanties from an old medical locker so he could survive the surgery nothing more.” Dr. Everson said. Sandra eyes were cold and piercing as she spoke. “You are a complete idiot! Those nanites were designed to take a badly wounded man and regenerate every single cell to optimum condition. Not only do they provide complete repair to anyone not completely dead they enhance a body with better reflexes, superior strength, and enhanced bones and internal armor. He came in here dying and he left like a battle machine. Oh your lab’s security setup, cyber storage, and every finding you ever made, have been compromised. He installed shunts into the optical system and copied everything you have ever done in the lab.” Dr. Faith Everson went white and was feeling dizzy with the implications of what was coming. “Oh the best is yet to come! The Justice department has a complete record of how when and where you made the NG5 virus. Not only the US Justice department but every police department in the world has a copy. I have orders to have you arrested and sent to the Hague for a war crimes trial. I understand that the President Karen Barker has high hopes that we will not find ourselves at war with the entire world because of your hate for men.” Susan came around the desk lifted Dr. Everson up and slapped a pair of handcuffs on her. “You will stand before the world court to explain your actions before you rot in a jail cell for the rest of your life. Then again you might not make it that far if Major Von Lang gets a hold of you. You’ve committed a blood insult on a very dangerous man. I suggest that you be really cooperative with us otherwise we will just let you go. I can take bets on how long it will take him to find you.” Sandra slapped Faith Everson straight to the floor. “That is on behalf of my father who you killed you sorry piece of shit!” Sandra continued in a normal tone of voice. “Oh and we got a interesting viral sample from Major Von Lang it is called NG6 and guess what segment of the population it is aimed at? It came with an ultimatum, either every last male is released and restored to full citizenship or NG6 gets released and the underground swears it will not release the vaccine no matter what the cost if we do not comply. So our entire society gets completely overturned not once but twice thanks to you. Oh on the last subject for the evening, your license to practice medicine has been revoked so you are just Faith from now on… something we are all going to need thanks to you.”

Faith Everson was led sobbing to the back of the van that would take her to the airport and on to the Hague. Sandra watched until the doors closed in the van and wandered back to her office. She carefully closed the door. “Satisfied?” She asked Out of the shadows Michael appeared and carefully sat on a chair which creaked under his weight. “All charges against me and every member of the underground is dismissed?” He asked. “What are we going to charge you with, surviving when you shouldn’t have. Its over Michael, if you can adjust to normal life again it is. If you go back to robbing companies for a living again then it all goes back to the old ways and you end up with the same problem you had before. Your choice Michael, walk free and serve your country again or be a criminal. The slate is clean right now.” Sandra said. “It is over then, that is why I let you have her instead of killing her. I sure want to though, I don’t know if I will ever get over wanting to kill her.” Michael said. “You will be in a long line for that I am afraid most of the world does as well. It will take lots of effort to keep her alive through the trial though the jail will be safe after.” She said. She picked up her coat and took a long look a Michael. “Did you recover from her operations on you?” She said. “Yeah, stupid woman didn’t realize that the nanites would return me to normal within 24 hours.” Michael replied. “Good then, want to take me to dinner?” Sandra asked with a grin. Michael though about it then smiled with real humor. “Yeah I guess I’d better get used to women again it has been a long time.”