Yes, the nurse was quite cute; nut-brown hair, green eyes, and very delicate features. Her chest seemed a bit small in that tight uniform, but the uniforms tightness also had more enticing aspects. As he watched her small ass sway side-to-side leading him to the room, he felt himself getting hard and, for once, regain his confidence.

The examination was not optional, of course, so it made sense to think positively. It was mandated by law that every boy get it once he turned 18. It was a test of manhood, and everyone knew it was grounded in science. The Earth simply had too many people for people to keep reproducing like rabbits, and sex was just too appealing for people to stop doing it so much. So population control became the order of the day. At first “planned parenthood,” but that did not really stem the growth. Contraceptives and planning were great, but we were outgrowing out resources even with them.

And the Chinese one child policy was not much more successful. People would just have more children and bribe officials to keep it silent, or they would move to places where the policy was not enforced. So, civilized societies, to save society, decided on a new course: licensing studs.

As Dan sat on the counter, the nurse, who introduced herself as, Paulina began to explain how the test would work. Dan was expected to put on a condom, and to stick his penis into a machine with a hole shaped exactly like a vagina. All he had to do was hold it there and it would bring him to climax. Paulina assured him it would be very enjoyable.

When he was finished, she told him, he was to remove the condom. The sperm in it would be analyzed for sperm count. The size of his penis would be judged by the machine its point of climax. And the time it took to cum would be calculated. Then the three numbers would be somehow factored together, and, if the score as adjusted was over 100, he would be licensed as a breeder.

Then Paulina directed him to start. Dan looked a bit surprised; he expected at least some privacy for the act. But Paulina just smiled, and told him to pretend she was not there. She had to make sure it was him there the whole time, she explained, before adding that “usually my presence helps men do better anyway.”

The statement made Dan even harder. He had never been referred to as a man before – the term was reserved for those passing the test. So he knew he had Paulina on his side. As he began to take off his pants he imagined how much fun he would have when he passed, maybe even with Paulina. By day, she would watch him inside the machine, but by night he was hoping he’d be active again—inside her.

The feeling as he stuck his covered penis inside the machine was wonderful. Immediately it drew in close to his penis, as if the cavity were made just for him. It was amazing slick, so Dan quickly forgot that he was wearing a condom—and that he was being aroused by a machine. It was too good in fact. Dan quickly came, and immediately regretted it. There went one of the numbers.

Paulina, seeing the upset look on Dan’s face, tried to comfort him. “Don’t worry, dear,” she cooed. “It happens often—the machine is designed to make you cum faster than usually, to promote efficient testing. It’ll be O.K., okay?” Dan simply nodded. If anything, the new maternal tone Paulina had struck convinced him that he would not be inside her anytime soon, even if he passed.

The first two numbers Dan received were naturally his size and his time until climax. On the charts, they both looked a bit below average. But then the sperm count came in—and it was clear that he was well-above average there. Clearly, he was capable of breeding, and it made him proud.

It was Paulina, however, who brought the worst news of all: that high of a sperm count was not good. When she handed him a box of tissues at first in the consultation room, he knew something was wrong. But then she told him that the state preferred a more average sperm count. If sperm count was too low, one could not be licensed as a breeder. But if it were too high, there would be the opposite problem—the breeder might father too many children, eliminating the point of the population control measures. So, along with his below average size and time until climax—both negative factors on their own—his high sperm count sealed his fate. The state wanted offspring to have more robust sexual organs, better sex lives, and a moderate number of children. So he would not get his license.

Dan was distraught. He imagined years ahead of lusting after girls, but not being allowed by law to have sex with them. But then he learned something else—that failing the test had other consequences.

In sexual education classes at school, of course, they had taught about the need for a license to breed. But the courses never taught one critical fact: that those unlicensed had to surrender their balls to the state. And now it was Dan’s turn.

Dan turned to the door, and tried to make a run for it. But they were ready for him. The reaction was entirely predictable, and so the crew was used to catching the poor boys as they left the room. Paulina sadly watched as they took Dan away.

She knew what would happen next. First, he would be sedated—but kept conscious. Unable to watch or feel, he would see a surgeon cut slits on each side of his scrotum, remove each ball, and disconnect them one by one. The balls—Dan’s over-productive, healthy testes—would be crushed before his eyes, to give him a sense of finality. And then he would be sewed up, and allowed to go to sleep.

The next morning, when he woke up, he would see a new guide on “How to Start Your Life as a Gelding” next to the hospital bed. If he was like most boys, he would eventually choose on his own to have sexual realignment surgery, an option promoted (and paid for) by the state to keep breeders happy and to lower the birth-rate further. Girls who were once geldings, after all, cannot have babies.

Yet even the few that chose to keep their penises would become feminized over time, without the testosterone needed to keep them manly. It was only a matter of time before they too started dressing and acting like girls. Eventually, they all learned to like it though. That’s at least the one happy thought Paulina had as she slowly touched her own limp penis under her skirt. At least she had learned to like it.