Future Eugenics 2

I have received numerous compliments about the original story, “Future Selection,” which frankly surprises me—I think I could have written a much better story. I am pretty sure that the appeal is the unfitness to reproduce aspect of the selection system. I am hoping to retain that aspect appealing to everyone begging for a sequel while still writing a better story. To everyone who did write, thank you—this story is for you.

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Sunlight poured through the blinds and shafts of light fell on Eric’s face. The sixteen year-old rolled over, keeping the offending light from interrupting his sleep.

“Eric, get your lazy ass out of bed!” his mother screamed up the stairs. “You are going to be late for tech school!”

Swinging his legs out of the bed, the boy dropped his bare feet to the wood floor of his bedroom. Still groggy, he slapped a testosterone patch on from his dresser and stumbled into the bathroom to brush his teeth.

As all breeding families had lots of children, the Delavals were no exception—Eric stepped up to the sink next to his fourteen year-old brother, Guillaume, while Guillaume’s twin, Robert, showered.

“How’s it hanging bro?” Guillaume asked his eunuch brother.

“I wouldn’t tease if I were you—you’re birthday is in a week.” Eric grinned wickedly, “We have most of the same genes you know…”

Eric finished brushing his teeth and left his brothers to contemplate their future. He grabbed a breakfast bar and stepped out the front door of his parents’ Montreal home.

While it had been a year and a half since his own castration, Eric was just beginning to feel the results. The State had transferred him from public high school to technical school where he was learning to be an electrician; Jeff, his best friend before his castration, transferred to Eton in England to finish his studies. Eric thought about Jeff’s new BMW and hot girlfriend as the wheeled public bus pulled up to his stop. He shook his head as he boarded the white-and-orange, number-76 bus.

* * *

Mike tripped over an overturned chair, he laughed as his ass slammed into the concrete floor of his basement and the beer can flew across the room. Eric’s own pile of empties lay to one side of the sofa on which he and Sarah, a slightly chubby blonde girl with an upturned nose, were making out. Eric watched as her hand unbuttoned his pants. Looking around the room, she saw that no one was paying them any attention and she slipped her hand into his boxers. Eric trembled as the second girl to touch his genitals rubbed the scar tissue where his balls had been. Smiling at him, she said, “I wish you still had them—I have never felt a guy’s balls before.” He was too turned on to be offended as he felt the small scars on her stomach where her ovaries had been removed. He slipped his hand into her jeans, massaging the mound through the thin fabric. The wetness of her panties and her massaging of his cock was too much for the boy, and he blew a huge load into his boxers and onto her hand. She just smiled at him as he collapsed on her.

* * *

Eric stumbled home late and collapsed into his bed without removing his shoes.

“You got hammered again?” Robert asked him.

Unlike Eric, the twins were much less popular, especially Robert. Guillaume had a mean streak in him and most people hated him. Robert, however, was just too studious and rarely went out with friends.

“Yeah,” Eric mumbled. Robert stared at his brother expectantly. “She gave me a hand job,” he continued in a drunken murmur, “and she said she wished I still had my balls… I never got to have a girl touch my balls, you know. You gotta get some play before your birthday in case—well, you know.” Eric propped himself up and looked at his brother as if to say something more, but he vomited onto the floor next to his bed and collapsed.

Robert stared at the vomit between his bed and his brother’s. He cleaned up the mess while wondering what it would be like to have a girl touch his virgin genitals. That night he jerked off imaging a girl fondling his near hairless sack while giving him head.

Robert awoke to the sound of a mattress squeaking. He opened one eye enough to watch the comforter tent up and down over Guillaume’s crotch. Robert liked to stroke real slow every night, but sharing a room with two brothers, he knew that Guillaume got off quickly every morning and that Eric only jerked off after he thought everyone was asleep and spent an hour late every night wanking.

Guillaume grunted suddenly. Robert closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. He listened to Guillaume get up, wipe his cream up with his boxers, and step into their bathroom. Once the shower turned on, he turned to his sleeping eunuch brother.

“Eric?” he whispered. “Eric?” he asked louder, “Eric, are you up?”

“Fuck off,” he mumbled.

“You know that girl that wished you had your nuts still?”

“What? Yeah, Sarah. Why?” Eric remembered her hand on his cock and started to get hard again.

“Is she your girlfriend or anything?” Robert asked sheepishly.

“No. Why?” Eric turned to face his brother, now fully awake.

“Um, is there any chance that… I mean, do you think she would want to, um…”

Eric looked at his younger brother and realised that he looked like he had a year and a half prior, but Robert was a little skinnier than he had been. He looked at the smooth skin of his brother’s chest and his hard-on grew harder. He pushed the thought aside and thought about Sarah’s hand on his manhood.

“You want me to see if she wants to hook up with you?”

Robert felt his cheeks burn and he stared at the floor. Eric watched his brother’s embarrassed reaction before smiling and continuing, “I bet she would really like that.”

Robert looked up to see his brother beaming at him. He responded with a smile of his own. Both boys wanted to jerk off badly, but neither dared to with the other awake. They stared at each other until their erections subsided enough to get out of bed.

* * *

Eric pulled his coat closed as a cold wind ripped through his white tee shirt. He looked at his fourteen year-old brother who had crouched down behind a rock next to the lantern.

“When is she going to get here? I am freezing.”

“Calm down, will you. She’ll be here soon.”

“Did we have to meet in the woods?”

“Your birthday is on Tuesday. You wanna cancel?”

“No.”

“Hey guys,” Sarah called as she made her way down the trail. “Sorry, the bus was late—” she stopped suddenly as she saw Robert crouching behind a rock. “You didn’t tell me he was gorgeous!”

Robert blushed and smiled weakly at her compliment. Sarah sat next to him and held his face in her hands and kissed him deeply. Robert had never kissed a girl before and instantly became hard. She released him and he gasped for breath but smiled at her.

“I see he shares your genes below the belt.”

“Yeah, it looks like it,” Eric said as he looked at the bulge in his brother’s khakis. He crouched behind Sarah with his legs on either side of her as she reached out to hold Robert by the shoulders. The fourteen year-old’s penis strained against his boxers as he felt her tongue in his mouth again.

She reached between his legs and gently touched the swollen flesh there. Smiling at him she asked, “Do you want to go first?”

Robert raised his eyebrows at his brother. Eric smiled and nodded to Robert. In a confused and raspy voice Robert said, “yes.”

Sarah unbuttoned Robert’s khakis and slid them down past his ass. Eric laid his coat on the ground and helped Robert to sit on it. He held Robert’s shoulders and Sarah stripped her panties off from under her skirts and straddled his younger brother’s crotch. Robert’s breath came in pants and she knelt over his crotch and reached between their legs to fondle his sack.

Too scared to move, Robert sat on Eric’s coat as she straddled him and lowered herself onto his young and thin 18 cm uncut cock. She pushed him back further forcing his lower back to grind into Eric’s thick erect cock. She leaned forward and he felt her breath on his shoulder and his penile flesh explored her insides. The cold of the night on his naked skin, her juices running down his scrotum, and his penis buried deep in her pussy, Robert moaned with pleasure. His hands, now no longer bound by fear, explored her heavy breasts and the scars of her sterilisation. He felt himself getting close as she pistoned herself on his tool. Suddenly, he threw his head back in ecstasy and groaned as his hot cum filled her cunt. The two collapsed together.

“It’s my turn,” Eric reminded them.

“You were amazing,” she whispered in Robert’s ear.

Eric had never had sex before, either. But watching his younger brother and Sarah do it while Robert’s back ground his cock readied him. He unbuttoned his pants in one movement and straddled Sarah. His cock had matured from the time of his castration, and he now had 20 cm of thick flesh growing from his crotch. Without balls and in the lantern light, it looked even bigger.

Sarah had never seen Eric’s cock before—she had only felt it in the confines of his pants once. Seeing the huge tool swinging turned her on almost instantly—unlike most girls, Sarah was interested in large cocks.

Eric straddled Sarah’s cum-filled cunt and inserted himself. He felt his brother’s cum and her lubricant on his naked cock. Excitedly, he pushed in to the hilt. He thrusted a few times, but Robert’s excited body rubbing against his cock and losing his virginity was causing him to lose control. In less than a minute, he threw his head back and grunted as the essence of his excitement shot into Sarah’s willing body.

The three teenagers got dressed again and began the walk back to the bus.

* * *

Charles Delaval, the father of boys paced his study. Catherine, his wife, sat in a chair staring blankly at the floor. They never admitted it, but Eric’s castration nearly ended their marriage. To Charles, especially, it implied his inferiority as a man. Now, the twins’ birthday was the following day and the possibility that there would be no male progeny. Fortunately, the two girls had long since passed and were in university at Yale and Toronto.

Upstairs, Robert and Eric sat on their beds.

“Eric, did it hurt?”

“Robert, you will probably be fine.”

“You weren’t—”

“Yeah, but I didn’t lose my virginity before my selection day.” Eric smiled at his brother.

Robert smiled weakly and leaned back to watch the TV and tried to put his fears out of his head.

Suddenly, Guillaume stormed into the room. “That fucking bitch!”

“So no action, eh?” Eric taunted.

“Nicole fucking wouldn’t do it since you couldn’t keep your nuts, Eric!” Eric stared at his brother. Guillaume continued, “Yeah, because you weren’t good enough, she is afraid she might fuck a non-selected. So thanks a lot Eric for being a non-select! Once I pass, I am going to fuck that bitch’s brains out.”

“Well at least Robert won’t be a virgin on his selection day,” Eric stated. Guillaume alternated his stares between Eric and Robert. “You didn’t tell him about how you banged Sarah?”

“You fucking liars. I am going to sleep.” He stormed off into the bathroom.

“How much do you want to bet he is beating off in there?” Eric ribbed.

* * *

“Come on boys, you’re going to be late!” Charles called through the closed door.

Robert reached for the alarm clock by his bedside: “0800.”

“Why did he wake us up now? We don’t need to be up for another hour,” Robert mumbled.

“He wanted to make sure you had lots of time to take care of anything you need to before getting ready,” Eric responded as he rolled over covering his head with his comforter.

Robert watched Eric’s comforter move with the telltale undulations of masturbation. Turning to Guillaume’s bed, he saw the comforter flying up and down over his crotch. He grabbed his own cock and began pumping it, thinking about Sarah’s vaginal lips on his uncut meat.

Eric, however, was thinking about how his brothers would look without balls. Robert’s body against his had been the biggest turn-on of his life—more than Sarah’s body, which scared him. He wanted to beg Robert to let him feel his balls, just in case he lost them. He thought about his own unmanning as he shot his load all over his teenage chest.

* * *

The flight in the silver family Mercedes was uneventful. The boys watched the new Strossen action flick, where Strossen’s character saves the prime minister from an attempted character assassination orchestrated by the Christian Democratic president. In typical Strossen fashion, the normal channels of parliamentary presidential dismissal were avoided by explosions and high speed chases through Brussels and an explosion killing the president just outside the governmental palace.

The movie ended just as the Mercedes entered London and Charles turned the car north along the marked route. The boys watched the congested airspace of London, but the city quickly faded to the northern suburbs. In the distance, the Ministry’s Male Selection Centre’s famous shape gave name to its infamous nickname: “The Cube.”

The car hovered in a holding pattern. An announcement broadcast through the communications system: “Attention all visitor’s to the Male Selection Centre, there is a delay of approximately twenty minutes due to a traffic accident. All tardy arrivals will be excused due to circumstances beyond our control. All traffic scheduled for drop zone 104, please proceed to…”

Charles and the twins sat in silence as the traffic slowly edged forward. At 1245 EST, or 1745 GMT, Charles finally touched down.

“Good luck boys. Do us proud!” Charles hugged Guillaume and as he reached for Robert, a Ministry Police officer rapped on the windshield.

“Come on, boys. We are running late,” the white uniformed officer said as she pulled Robert from the car. “Down there, please.”

Robert and Guillaume glanced at each other before descending the stairway.

At the base of the stairs was a processing station. Unlike when Eric was here, the queue started on the stairs and ended with a booth. It was a fast queue, though, and within five minutes, the boys were at the counter. After handing their ID cards to the attendant, they were issued orders to report to selection stations. Guillaume was assigned 1024 and Robert 3497. The twins, usually antagonistic to one another, embraced quickly before separating to report to their assigned stations.

Robert found his station quickly. Upon entering he found a reception desk manned by a computer. It took his orders and asked him to take a seat. Within two minutes, the door slid open to reveal an empty room.

“Robert Pierre Delaval, please,” the computer announced. He stepped into an all white room with a single chair in the centre. A brunette girl in her late teens dressed in a lab coat knelt next to the chair.

“Oh, hi. I am just checking the connections on everything. Please undress and put your clothes over there.”

Staring at the beautiful girl, he slowly pulled his shirt, shoes, and socks off. He placed them on the shelf standing in his khakis.

She looked up at the half-dressed boy and laughed. “Don’t be afraid, you’re the cutest boy I have ever seen in here—you have nothing to worry about.”

Robert blushed and felt his cock grow in his pants.

“Come on,” she urged. “It’ll be OK.”

He turned his back to her, took a deep breath and dropped his pants and boxers in one quick move.

“See, that is more like what I am used to from boys I date.” Robert turned around semi-erect. “Wow, I wish I was used to THAT on my dates. Well, come here and let’s see that up close.”

He stood next to the chair. Well in case you have heard stories about this chair, ignore them. This is a brand new model. Just have a seat and get comfortable.”

Robert sat in the black leather chair and felt his balls fall into a hole in the seat. The beautiful girl fondled his scrotum and pulled it fully through the hole. He felt her tie something around the top of his scrotum. He looked down to see her tying a string around it.

“Just lean back and enjoy this. It just keeps your balls from pulling up close as you get excited.”

It felt like a weight was tied to his balls—he couldn’t see through the small hole—but it was not painful.

“OK, now I have to strap you in.” She picked his right arm up and felt it up. “I see you like this,” she said while staring at his now fully erect penis with its foreskin pulled back over the head. She kissed him and repeated the procedure on the left arm. She then licked the inside of his thighs before strapping his legs in. “I have never given a selectee that kind of treatment, so don’t tell anyone, OK?”

Robert nodded at the beautiful brunette.

“Well here is the part the boys seem to like best.” She placed a small bit of lubricant on her hand and worked it into his penile skin. Then she moved the tube over his cock and it instantly began to suck on his erection.

Robert moaned in pleasure as the machine worked on his cock. He rocked his head from side to side in pleasure. Despite having cum a few hours earlier, the machine was giving amazing head and Robert’s brown eyes glazed over in pleasure and she rubbed his inner thigh. His breath came in ragged spurts. His head was fully pressed against the headrest when he suddenly grunted in pleasure as the tube filled with his mostly clear semen.

Instantly the readout on the wall in front of him lit up:

“EXTRA-GENETIC INFORMATION: Psychology: 97, Discipline: 100, Academic: 98. Weighted Index: 98.33.

GENETIC INFORMATION: 172 Genetic Traits Tested, 127 Positive, 45 Negative. 0 Major Negative. Overall Genetic Index: 94.21.

OVERALL INDEX: 95.04. PASS.

OVERALL INDEX IS HIGH PASS.

>>TOTAL SPERM COUNT INSUFFICIENT FOR IMMEDIATE COLLECTION.

>>SCHEDULE FIRST COLLECTION WITHIN 60 DAYS.”

The brunette stared at the screen. “I have never seen a high pass before. You are going to be an MWP someday or something.” With longing she stared at the deflating cock in the clear plastic tube. “It was nice meeting you.”

Robert was barely aware of his surroundings, as the orgasm was by far the best of his young life. “Did I pass?” he asked.

“You have the highest score I have ever seen. Yes, you need to give semen to the Ministry to impregnate women besides your wife.”

“Wow.” Robert sat in silence as the girl unhooked his genitals from the machine.

* * *

Guillaume found his room as easily as his brother. Again, a computer took his orders and asked him to sit, but the room had five other boys waiting for the machine.

While Robert was getting his striped red high breeder ID, Guillaume was second in line. Finally, after more than an hour, the door slid open and the computer called out “Guillaume Richard Delaval.”

He walked in to an all white room. A handsome man in his twenties stood by the chair in the centre of the room.

“Please undress and sit down.”

Visualizing himself in the locker room, Guillaume undressed quickly and sat in the chair. The technician strapped his arms and legs to the chair before pulling his scrotum through the hole. Like his brother’s sack before it, the technician tied a cord around it and suspended a small weight from it. This weight positioned his balls in the middle of the cutting mechanism, which resembled a bear trap, but with a dull edge.

Unlike Robert’s case, however, the make technician was quick and efficient and despite having his scrotum handled, Guillaume was still completely flaccid. Only when the technician rubbed a lubricated hand on his penis did Guillaume begin to stiffen. Before his penis was more than half erect, the twenty year old slid the clear tube over it.

Instantly, the tube began to suck on his cock inflating it fully. Guillaume leaned back and thought about Nicole’s little pert tits and the short skirts she loved to wear to drive the guys crazy with her perfect bronzed skin and toned body.

Just as Guillaume began to enjoy the sensations in his cock, the male technician said, “Sorry man, but I am running behind. This may hurt a little.” He flipped a switch on the end of the tube and its hums jumped an octave.

Guillaume couldn’t believe how hard the machine was pumping his dick—it was no longer pleasurable, and did in fact border on pain. Still, the vibrations permeated his cock and he felt the cum boiling in his balls. Suddenly, his cock began to dribble clear liquid, but it didn’t feel like an orgasm. Still, the machine stopped and the screen lit up:

“EXTRA-GENETIC INFORMATION: Psychology: 85, Discipline: 52, Academic: 82. Weighted Index: 73.00.

GENETIC INFORMATION: 172 Genetic Traits Tested, 127 Positive, 45 Negative. 0 Major Negative. Overall Genetic Index: 94.21.

OVERALL INDEX: 89.37. FAIL.”

As his orgasm had barely registered as one, Guillaume stared at the screen clearly.

“What? Something is wrong! Your machine must have—”

Like a bear trap, the jaws instantly snapped shut crushing the cords instantly. Guillaume screamed as the pain registered, but the machine continued its procedure and just under the clamp, a blade travelled along the clamp neatly severing the boy’s testicles, which fell with a meaty thump onto the floor. The clamp had burdizzoed his sack before the blade cut it off.

The jaws retracted and Guillaume stared at the wound between his legs. Still screaming from pain, his brain could not comprehend the neat wound under his now deflated penis.