We all thought that the worst part of the Harbinger virus was the high probability of death following infection, but that would have been optimistic. The true horror of the biological threat was its long-term effects on human fertility... the slow, painful annihilation of the human race. The damage the virus did to the reproductive systems meant that only 1 in 5000 females could produce an egg, and males had a much lower chance of successfully producing sperm.

Every country in the world now faced unprecedented negative population growth, and each country had its own approach to combating the loss. Some forced harems, others legalized polygamous marriages of fertile breeders called "nesters". Then there were much more questionable methods, such as the one our country called ....randomized breeding sites. Such sites used a lottery of known fertile males and females. Volunteering for the program allowed certain benefits to be distributed, such as better living facilities, higher social status, automatic entry into elite circles, and monetary gifts that made it hard for anyone to say no to fucking a complete stranger.

When I chose my partner, I knew she couldn't have children. A common fact of life these days, but one that still hurt. I knew early on that I was capable of producing the much-needed seed that our people needed, which, coupled with the fact that we were constantly struggling to make ends meet, made it clear what would be best for us to live a more comfortable life. The next day I applied for the program.

The letter arrived quicker than I thought Government Postage was capable, and in it were instructions to report to my local site for immediate coupling. I kissed my partner goodbye, unable to maintain eye-contact for what was about to happen.

"Listen, it's just going to be business. I'll do my duty, clean up, and bring home a nice meal. Ok? This is the hard part, but we'll be just fine.", I told her, trying to convince her....and myself.

A arrived and made my way inside to find a very clinical and clean facility. I checked in at the front desk, gave them the necessary information requested in the letter, and was told to report to room 73. When I made my way to the room, I knocked and was told to come in where a doctor examined me and told me to strip naked for a physical examination. After the doctor finished and gave me the OK, I was told to put on a skin-tight, stretchy suit that looked like something out of a science fiction movie. He then motioned to the second door in the room for me to enter.

"Thank you for what you're doing here today, we all appreciate it.", he said, adding a sense of duty to the entire process.

I obliged, walking over and turning the handle and entering the dimly-lit room.

The room itself was the complete opposite of the sterile environment of the examination room. The only lighting inside was a couple of soft bedside lamps, along with a salt lamp near a bar. A king-size bed between the bedside lamps was covered only with sheets, letting everyone know that this was no place to get comfortable while serving your country. A bar was provided, but apparently only to provide a bit of social lubricant. In general, it seemed to be the kind of place that scientists would find "atmospheric" and "sexy.

I began to regret agreeing to this at all, and weighed my actions and decisions up to this point. I was about to go to the door I came in through to tell them I had changed my mind until I heard another door open on the other side of the room and you appeared in the frame.

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Hi there, I'm Jon Ficke! I am a 6' 0" 35 year old male with blue eyes and brown hair, speckled with a little bit of grey at the temples. Don't be intimidated by the length of the story-setting narrative, as I write to match my partner's style; long, short, descriptive, to-the-point, etc.

I was kinda going for a very breeder/breedee style of mechanical story, however, you can decide whether we add drama of starting to really get into it, or loathing each other, repeated experiences, or whatever. I'm really very flexible on where this goes, and I'm game for totally different ideas you may have!

My limits are the usual; no toilet stuff, gore, death, animals, blood, etc. If you have a question about what may be a limit, just send me a message!

I can do Reddit chat and messages, and can also do chatzy. Hope to hear from you soon!!
~Jon