hentext: Carl had failed his fertility exam by a mere three percentage points. Just three measly poi
hentext: Carl had failed his fertility exam by a mere three percentage points. Just three measly points and he was banned from ever participating in an auction, from ever having the chance to be the first a young woman. There were no make ups, no retests. According to the government, he was as useful as tits on a boar hog. Of course…there was always a place for guys like him. Just because a man was fertile, just because the government thought he was worthy, didn’t make him actually any good at sex. And everyone knew the best way to make sure that a woman orgasmed. And if a Breeder failed two out of three contracts in a row, then he was removed from the auctions as well. So while it wasn’t exactly legal, Carl had found himself as a Finisher, the man who brought the pleasure back to breeding. And at three percent from the mark, well, that was almost the same as saying he was ninety-seven percent as efficient when he fired off a load of his own… @tirzahs-heart -- source link