Leon followed the instructions announced to him over the intercom precisely, as he always did. He'd long ago come to accept that the Masters had total control, and that there was no reason to fight them when they gave orders.
He followed indicator lights on the deck of the spacecraft's main passageway that led him from Male Berthing to a very sterile looking, vacant room, then waited...
And waited...
And ... waited.
"Sample 2-4-2 ... Leon," the computer voice so familiar to him sounded. Its words were as much a question as a statement, but in monotone and with no inflections or personality -- even artificially feigned -- it was hard to tell the difference sometimes. Leon acknowledged the address, and the computer commanded immediately, "Remove your clothes."
Leon pulled loose the fasteners on his boots, stepped out of them, and shed his Outer All, a one piece uniform that covered him from neck to ankles. Even before it was entirely removed, Leon felt the chill of the spacecraft's normal temperature. He folded the Outer All in half and slung it over one arm.
And waited again.
He was beginning to shiver off and on when the computer repeated, "Remove your clothes."
Leon hesitated for a moment, then proceeded as ordered. As he shed his tee shirt and Inner Pants, he looked around the room in an attempt to determine what was happening. The only times he ever stripped was for Hygiene Period or for Physicals, the latter of which had begun to take place more and more regularly without explanation.
Leon waited yet again, standing in the literally and figuratively cold room in nothing but his underwear. He was trembling without stop. The ship was never warm enough. The only times he ever felt truly warm was during his work period, in which he primarily moved freight from one place to another without explanation; or during the mandatory exercise or voluntary recreational sporting periods, often spent with some or all of the other twelve males in his Berthing section.
The light over a door control flashed green and a click indicated that it was open. The computer said, "Leon, proceed through the indicated door."
He did, opening the door, and -- despite the unusually and very welcome high temperature -- froze in shock. The space, about fifteen feet wide and long both, was a Berthing room, but like none he'd ever seen before. There were two lockers and storage space on opposite bulkheads. A table, presumably for meals and more, stood in the center with two stools opposite one another, bolted to the floor as was normal. There was a large porthole window, maybe six feet in diameter, past which the stars -- both distant and near, relatively speaking -- were passing, or actually, past which the ship was passing.
And as amazing as all of this was, it was the bed that caught Leon's full attention. It was huge, almost his height across and a foot or so longer than he was tall. For the past twelve years, Leon had slept in a rack that now was barely wider than his shoulders and so short that the soles of his feet now touched the bulkhead.
But as remarkable as the size was, it was what was sitting on its edge that caused Leon's eyes to widen. It was a female, stripped down to her undergarments as he was!
It had been years since Leon had even seen a female, let alone been in a room with one ... let alone been undressed with one! He knew that the females were on the ship, of course: he'd come aboard with them when he was just a kid, and occasionally -- during his Physicals -- the Doctor, who was a human working under the supervision of a ship-controlled medical android, had spoken off handed of them. Of course, any time Leon had asked about them, the Doc had given him that Closed Subject expression that brought the conversation to an end.
Leon stared at the woman for a long moment, then said with a soft but obviously surprised tone, "I know you.
Looking at her face, he could see the little girl he'd met oh so long ago, when the humans were rounded up and herded into Processing Areas, to be selected for the transport to ... where ever they were going, or left behind on the dying Earth.
He glanced down to her body, so well displayed by the functional yet revealing bra and panties. She was no longer the skinny little things that had been so mean to him during those days of waiting, teasing him from the adjacent Girls pen while he, of course, acted toward her like little boys so often did. Just as Leon had filled out, she had grown curves.
He felt a stirring in his loins that he didn't understand, and his penis began to swell, pressing the front of his underwear outward until -- eventually -- the waist band would no longer be fitting tightly against his muscular abdominals.
He said, almost in a whisper, "You've changed since--"
"You have both passed your final medical and psychological exams," the monotone voice representing the ship and its Masters cut in before he finished. "You have been selected to partake in the breeding program. Proceed as follows."
On the wall of the room, the image appeared: a naked man with an erection crawled onto a bed and moved in between the parted thighs of an also naked woman laying back with her knees up and thighs parted. He used one hand to support his weight above her and the other to insert himself into her ... and they began fucking...
He followed indicator lights on the deck of the spacecraft's main passageway that led him from Male Berthing to a very sterile looking, vacant room, then waited...
And waited...
And ... waited.
"Sample 2-4-2 ... Leon," the computer voice so familiar to him sounded. Its words were as much a question as a statement, but in monotone and with no inflections or personality -- even artificially feigned -- it was hard to tell the difference sometimes. Leon acknowledged the address, and the computer commanded immediately, "Remove your clothes."
Leon pulled loose the fasteners on his boots, stepped out of them, and shed his Outer All, a one piece uniform that covered him from neck to ankles. Even before it was entirely removed, Leon felt the chill of the spacecraft's normal temperature. He folded the Outer All in half and slung it over one arm.
And waited again.
He was beginning to shiver off and on when the computer repeated, "Remove your clothes."
Leon hesitated for a moment, then proceeded as ordered. As he shed his tee shirt and Inner Pants, he looked around the room in an attempt to determine what was happening. The only times he ever stripped was for Hygiene Period or for Physicals, the latter of which had begun to take place more and more regularly without explanation.
Leon waited yet again, standing in the literally and figuratively cold room in nothing but his underwear. He was trembling without stop. The ship was never warm enough. The only times he ever felt truly warm was during his work period, in which he primarily moved freight from one place to another without explanation; or during the mandatory exercise or voluntary recreational sporting periods, often spent with some or all of the other twelve males in his Berthing section.
The light over a door control flashed green and a click indicated that it was open. The computer said, "Leon, proceed through the indicated door."
He did, opening the door, and -- despite the unusually and very welcome high temperature -- froze in shock. The space, about fifteen feet wide and long both, was a Berthing room, but like none he'd ever seen before. There were two lockers and storage space on opposite bulkheads. A table, presumably for meals and more, stood in the center with two stools opposite one another, bolted to the floor as was normal. There was a large porthole window, maybe six feet in diameter, past which the stars -- both distant and near, relatively speaking -- were passing, or actually, past which the ship was passing.
And as amazing as all of this was, it was the bed that caught Leon's full attention. It was huge, almost his height across and a foot or so longer than he was tall. For the past twelve years, Leon had slept in a rack that now was barely wider than his shoulders and so short that the soles of his feet now touched the bulkhead.
But as remarkable as the size was, it was what was sitting on its edge that caused Leon's eyes to widen. It was a female, stripped down to her undergarments as he was!
It had been years since Leon had even seen a female, let alone been in a room with one ... let alone been undressed with one! He knew that the females were on the ship, of course: he'd come aboard with them when he was just a kid, and occasionally -- during his Physicals -- the Doctor, who was a human working under the supervision of a ship-controlled medical android, had spoken off handed of them. Of course, any time Leon had asked about them, the Doc had given him that Closed Subject expression that brought the conversation to an end.
Leon stared at the woman for a long moment, then said with a soft but obviously surprised tone, "I know you.
Looking at her face, he could see the little girl he'd met oh so long ago, when the humans were rounded up and herded into Processing Areas, to be selected for the transport to ... where ever they were going, or left behind on the dying Earth.
He glanced down to her body, so well displayed by the functional yet revealing bra and panties. She was no longer the skinny little things that had been so mean to him during those days of waiting, teasing him from the adjacent Girls pen while he, of course, acted toward her like little boys so often did. Just as Leon had filled out, she had grown curves.
He felt a stirring in his loins that he didn't understand, and his penis began to swell, pressing the front of his underwear outward until -- eventually -- the waist band would no longer be fitting tightly against his muscular abdominals.
He said, almost in a whisper, "You've changed since--"
"You have both passed your final medical and psychological exams," the monotone voice representing the ship and its Masters cut in before he finished. "You have been selected to partake in the breeding program. Proceed as follows."
On the wall of the room, the image appeared: a naked man with an erection crawled onto a bed and moved in between the parted thighs of an also naked woman laying back with her knees up and thighs parted. He used one hand to support his weight above her and the other to insert himself into her ... and they began fucking...
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