Forced milking, futuristic, e-stim, genital reduction, humiliation

A young man tries to prove that he deserves to become a breeder

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The Panel – Chapter 2

When all of the candidates had been medically examined by the scrutinisers, the Overseer addressed the group.

“Thank you for your compliance. Please step onto the travelators beside you. They will activate presently. Try to match the pace, retaining your position within the yellow lines. The pace will gradually increase. The longer you manage to keep running, the higher your score. Don’t worry about being thrown off; the mats around you are well padded.”

The young men stepped onto the travelators. They were flat rubber-coated walkways that circled around a pair of buried cylinders, one at each end of the ten-foot trackway. Two yellow lines exactly five feet apart were imprinted onto the matted surround at the end of the travelator nearest to the scrutinisers.

The Overseer said, “Candidate 5 would you please mount the travelator.”

“No,” the overweight boy said.

“If you do not mount, your assessment will be over.”

“I never had a chance in the first place.”

“Alright, if that’s your decision. Everybody else, ready.”

The travelators started moving, first at a walking pace, before quickly increasing to jogging speed. Nine naked young men, their penises flapping and their balls bouncing, jogged along with the moving floor, easily maintaining their position between the lines. The travelator maintained the pace for ten minutes, as the candidates became sweatier and sweatier, the monitors they all wore, recording their heart and breathing rate as they ran.

Then the pace slowly increased to a fast jog. Five of the candidates either stepped off, panting, or were pulled backwards until they fell onto the mats, landing on their rears. Ferdy kept up, as the travelator increased to a run, then a sprint. He pumped his arms as fast as he could, until he too reached his limit and the travelator ejected him from the rear.

Soon, only one runner continued; number 9, pounding along the rubber like a professional athlete. Ferdy watched, impressed, until the travelator slowed and stopped. The boy bent forwards gasping for breath, and several of the other young men applauded his effort.

“Well done candidates,” the Overseer said, “at least, those of you who bothered to try,” she added pointedly.

Ferdy expected the fat boy to just take the passive aggressive comment, as though surrender was his entire personality, but he was mistaken. The boy spoke up.

“Excuse me ma’am, I’m not here because I want to be, and even if I tried my very hardest, on my best day, I couldn’t compete with most of these guys, let alone THAT guy.”

He gestured towards number 9.

“I’ve never been good at sports, and you’re gonna turn me into a neuter because of it. Even most of these fit guys are gonna be joining me soon enough. We’ll all be walking around with our dicks out because SOMEONE decided we shouldn’t breed. No one cares about my intelligence or my personality or how hard I work. This is total fascism, so can you just get it over without the fucking sarcasm please.”

The Overseer looked momentarily taken aback. She was not used to candidates defying her. The guard stepped forwards to deal with the rebellious teenager, and the boy turned to face him, but the Overseer stopped him with a wave of her hand. She thought for a moment.

“You’re right, number 5, Paul isn’t it? I apologise. I respect your strong emotions. We are all here because we are instructed to do so. But I’ll do my best to show a bit more… empathy for your position.”

The other candidates looked at Paul with new eyes, and something better than sympathy.

But his words about their odds also hit hard, and a mood of deeper gloom descended on the room. Just two in ten would pass, and the black runner at number 9 had already displayed near superhuman stamina and athletic prowess. Ferdy glanced at the guy’s penis. It was at least 6 inches soft, and thick. It swung like a serpentine sausage in front of hefty, low-hanging balls. Penis size was not the primary criterion in becoming a breeder, but it was definitely a factor. The females liked to be satisfied, and well hung breeders were valued.

“Anyway,” the Overseer continued, “now it’s time for the combat part of the evaluation. Please remember, the objective is not to injure your opponent. If you wilfully cause injury, you will be instantly disqualified. This is a knock out competition; poor choice of words: this is an elimination competition. The objective to pin your opponent on his back for five seconds. Please partner up as follows: 1 and 2, 3 and 4, 5 and 6, 7 and 8, 9 and 10.”

Ferdy turned to the boy next to him. It was the fat guy, Paul; yhe guy who had already given up. Ferdy gave the teenager a slight smile. He didn’t want to gloat or show disrespect. Unless he was a lot stronger than he looked, there was a good chance that Ferdy had it in the bag. But Paul could still stir the shit, taking out as many boys as possible on the way. Ferdy didn’t want to be his first victim. He reached out and they tapped hands.

“Take a stance,” the Overseer said.

Ferdy lowered his weight and held his arms off ready to grapple for dominance, but Paul stood tall.

“Dude?” Ferdy queried.

Paul gave him a wan smile of total submission.

“This is yours. Just don’t hurt me, please.”

Ferdy frowned, sad for his opponent, and gave him the briefest nod.

“Begin!” the Overseer ordered.

Around them, the other boys leapt into action, wrestling for the right to breed. Paul remained motionless. Ferdy moved in, then hooked a leg behind his opponent’s. He drove forwards taking the leg out and Paul collapsed to his back, with Ferdy supporting him so that he didn’t land hard. Ferdy lay on top from the side, holding him down for 1… 2… 3… 4… 5 seconds!

“5 and 6. Winner 6,” one of the scrutinisers announced.

The other mats continued grappling.

“7 and 8. Erection number 7. Disqualified.”

The blonde guy was mortified.

“But I’m no homo. I’m just horny!”

His scrutiniser was not interested in his explanations.

Ferdy watched 9 and 10. He wanted to know if 9 was a strong at wrestling as he was at running. The black youth sat straddled atop his opponent, clearly stronger, but unable to pin from that position. Then came the scrutiniser call that surprised everyone.

“9 and 10. Erection number 9. Disqualified.”

Number 9 stopped trying to dominate his opponent and stood up morosely. His head drooped down, but his formidable penis, now measuring 9 inches, jutted from his groin, and it was clearly extremely hard.

That meant that Ferdy would not have to fight him.

“1 and 2. Number 2, winner,” another scrutiniser announced.

Almost immediately afterwards, “3 and 4. Both erections. Both disqualified.”

One of the boys slapped the mat in theatrical anger, his straining 4-inch cock pointing towards his chin. The other wrestler simply rose quietly to his feet, his large cock standing to a lower angle.

Ferdy greatly doubted that 4 out of the 10 candidates were actually homos, but there was something undeniably arousing about rolling around naked with another guy who was also naked. He didn’t THINK he would get hard, but he couldn’t be sure.

“Okay, 2 versus 6, and 8 versus 10. You have a 5-minute rest, then up again.”

Ferdy had barely had to fight, so he knew that he was at an advantage in terms of stamina. He looked across at his opponent. The boy looked similar to him. His physique was not exceptional. The young man glanced towards Ferdy and their eyes met. They gave a curt nod. There was no hostility, but they knew that they were fighting for their future right to breed. The stakes could barely be any higher.

Soon enough, a scrutiniser called them over and they faced off.

“Begin!”

They immediately started to grapple. Both were strong and lithe. They wrestled back and forth for a few minutes, then Ferdy managed to grab the other teen in a side bear hug, throwing him to the mat. He dived on top, and his opponent turtled onto his hands and knees. Ferdy sat across his back and threaded his arms beneath number 2’s arm pits and forced his position open. He could feel his soft cock grinding against the crack of the other boy’s ass, but neither of them were in that headspace.

Suddenly, the other guy managed to squirm free, and now they were wrestling face to face. Ferdy wrapped his legs around the other boy’s, trying to limit his ability to pivot or buck him off. Now they were pressed together cock to cock. Neither of them was gay, but in other circumstances, they could easily have gotten hard.

Ferdy felt his opponent’s junk grinding against his own. The other guy had smaller balls, but a thick cock, and Ferdy was aware of it curling between them, but he kept his mind on the fight. They were both wet with sweat, sliding off each other. It was like trying to hold down an eel, and even though Ferdy had fought for less time, the other guy was impossible to hold down.

Suddenly, his opponent used his own weight against him, and now Ferdy was on his back with the other guy between legs. The boy slid his arms beneath Ferdy’s knees and drove forwards, lifting Ferdy’s ass in the air. The guy continued driving, until Ferdy’s kneecaps pressed the mat on either side of his head. The guy lay on top, as though he was fucking Ferdy’s ass. Ferdy was only too well aware of the undignified position, but the guy held his biceps to the mat as the scrutiniser counted. And then it was over, and Ferdy had lost. He’d reached the final four, and he could still pull it back in other ways, but he knew now that he was up against it.

The other pair were fighting at the same time as Ferdy and number 2 were fighting. Number 10 won and he went on to fight number 2. In the end number 10 won, although Ferdy suspected that sheer exhaustion defeated his former opponent.

The odds were starting to stack up against some of the candidates and there was a palpable air of nervousness in the room.