The door had been left open. Peeking around the corner we could see you still laying on your stomach, exhausted from your orgasm. That made it easy fo... us. We rushed into the room and headed straight for the bed. You turned your head and was about to sit up and scream when I reached you. I grabbed your hair and threw your face into the pillow and held it there. You screamed and began to kick and claw as the others grabbed legs and arms. Tim held one arm, Mark another, Larry and Rob held your. Okay? Sure. Well, when I was dating Art, I almost always wore miniskirts and pantyhose, just like I did when I was dating you. And Art and I always ended our dates by going somewhere secluded to make out for a while. It was always in the back seat of his car. And of course, we always did lots of French-kissing and body-groping. Eventually, Art would work his hand up under my blouse, take my bra off and start feeling out my breasts, which really didnt do much for me in a sexual way, as you well. It was 6:03.Sally was still sleeping. I was glad. I wanted to be alone for a while. I decided that I would work in the yard. It was going to be a hot day, but I needed to sweat. I needed to do something mindless and mechanical, so that I wouldn't have to dwell any more than necessary on the events of the past twenty-four hours. And that was the catch-22: I needed to think, consider, plan.She came down as I was sipping my second cup of coffee. "Red?" I looked up."Yeah, I can't fool you. It's. 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 knew 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.