I'm not going to cut off my balls. That's what omega males do. And like Isaid, I'm no faggot. So I threw my hat in. I applied to be a breeder.+++++I k...ew the risks of applying to be a breeder. If you don't make the cut,they--the Sexual Authority Commission--would choose your status. Noappeals and no complaining.The SAC, despite the name, were not a funny bunch. It was their job todiscourage men from applying. So they set the consequences of failureimpossibly high.The first consequence? You. A lion stood triumphant over the dead body of a snake, its severed head trapped beneath a paw. Gathering up her courage, she raised her hand to knock. She was eighteen now, what was there for her to be afraid of?“Come in,” a voice called out from inside.Somehow, despite every single one of her senses telling her to turn around and run, Sarah managed to stand her ground. Opening the door just wide enough to slip through, she stepped inside, squinting her eyes as she did so. The morning sun was. ..fuck! s*s!" I had come up with a hundred ways to stimulate and pleasure my cock. Masturbation for me at least had developed into a whole new art form. But the sensation of Eva's mouth lovingly kissing, sucking and nibbling my prick was unlike anything I had self-experienced before. "Oh, please...s*s, you'd better stop!" I warned her. I'd certainly never had any difficulties with cumming too soon before, often jerking off for extended, pleasurable periods of time. Now however, I felt my balls. A sign of good taste, to be sure.’ One of my roommates, Sam, had gone out, but Al was still in bed, asleep, and Dean appeared to have just woken up. He was sitting on the edge of his bed in his underwear, absently scratching his day-old beard. When I spoke, Dean turned toward us, ‘I’ll say she’s hot!’ he announced, ‘better by a mile than the stray cats that hound usually drags home.’ Kate was silent for a moment, and I assumed she was deciding whether or not to be offended at the odd sort-of.