A government letter on his twentieth birthday rips him from a normal life into a brutal breeding program. Selected for his prime genetics, he’s thrust into a sterile facility where doctors poke, prod, and measure every inch of him, declaring his cock a fucking goldmine. He’s no longer a man—he’s livestock with a hard-on, paired off with women desperate to conceive, every thrust watched by cold eyes and colder machines.

The first woman’s a knockout with copper skin and a body that begs for it, stripping down without hesitation. They’re shoved into a room with a bed and cameras, told to fuck for science—raw, primal, no romance. He takes her hard, driven by a mix of lust and some twisted pride as her moans fill the air, scientists scribbling notes on his “optimal performance.” It’s not love; it’s a job, and he’s damn good at it.

Next up, a VIP blonde with icy attitude needs his seed to save her lineage, and she’s pissed about it. He flips her snark into gasps, pinning her down and proving his worth one deep stroke at a time. Then there’s the shy one, playing patient to his fake doctor, legs spread on an exam table as he “treats” her to a pounding she won’t forget. Each woman’s different, but the goal’s the same—fill them up, make it stick, all while the program ramps up the pressure.