Three hundred years ago a deadly virus went airborne, it was then that the world fell into a trap of false hope by the government’s ideas and lies.

Scientists were asked to create a cure for the virus, but instead, they create a secret drug.

When the government discovered this a male and female from every house were ordered to join a secret facility, failure to respond to this order would most likely kill you.

Over time scientists work desperately to create an immunity shot to the virus, but nothing worked.

Birth rates dropped by the thousands, the virus seemed to attack women of purity age.

For sixty years there were no births recorded.

How can you fight a silent killer? This was writing on the lab walls, giving couples false hope.

For fifty years the experimental drug was held from the public, that's was until the new King took over and raided the labs.

News spread around the world of this new pill that would mutant males to be able to carry a child to term as a woman would.

This first birth was recorded nearly sixty years after the virus outbreak.

That woman who gave birth was my great-grandmother.

Falling on the bed, holding the letter in my hand.  The test subject order, when I was told I would lose my house and business if I didn't join this X-O program it really pissed me off.

The X-O drug was released to the public ten years ago, but doctors are still testing side effects and possible mutations. I'm the fifth generation of Gage to enlist, I should be proud, but no!

There was one more thing... I'm a straight man, not a female as doctors were made to believe. Every check-up Mom put me in dresses and braided my hair, she cut it.

I almost believe my mom was trying to save me, (That didn't work) the government still found me.

Tomorrow is a very busy day and my last day of freedom for two years.

Huffing stomping through my one-room rundown shack, snatching my keys, if this is my last night free I'm going to get laid and ride my bike.

Jumping on the seat of my Indian Scout Sportsbike, hitting the throttle as I started it up. knocking the kickstand back after I hocked my full-face helmet.

Speeding down the road into the sunset...

Driving through the town I've lived all my life and for the first time, I took in the scenery.

Not that there was much to look at anyways, Joy bridge separated Grover city from O'Hara city.

No one is allowed to pass the bridge without breeding cards.

O'Hara City is the core of the X-O program.

O'Hara is very small only subjects and descents of subjects live here.

With one catch they will eventually be ordered to join the lab.

On the corner of the only five streets in the town had its own insignia, under the signs were time clocks to tell visitors to leave.

This place is an eerie ghost town since the Ash Fires ten years ago. That contributes to the scarce birth rates as well.

When new laws were written people would fight against it and Joy Bridge was built for two reasons to push out people that didn't follow the new order and to imprison subjects.

Bloodstains that were never cleaned off the columns of Joy bridge still linger it is both a warning and welcoming site.

Most people that do come in would sell their children to the facility on Mt. Creek.

Sitting in my apartment reading this stupid order, last night I went on the last night of the rest of my life.

Just finished showering and packing my bag,

'Only three outfits, brander, and latch'

  Taking a deep breath before walking forty-five minutes to the facility.

Stupid Mountian we had to climb to get to the entrance, it wasn't that it was impossible. It was just as stupid that no vehicles were allowed on site.

Guessing they were scared someone would escape. Our rights to freedom are signed away when were born.

Over years inside workers dig out a path walkway making the journey easier for subjects.

Thinking to myself maybe I'll get lucky and be paired with a female, but that was as impossible as bringing a vehicle.

"Why did I have to be chosen? Now of all days." I snapped stopping for a minute to breathe. I definitely wasn't in a rush, but subjects had until five pm to log in before a warrant of execution will be released.

I'm actually wondering how my grandparents and parents lived there for eight years and seemed sane when they were released to raise me and my brother.

The joke got lucky he enlisted in the guards and is fighting the war.

Mom said I had to stay here just to make our next generation.

"How hard can it be? I get to **** a guy until he gets pregnant..."

"But then I'll be a father and need to provide." I stood there at the front gate having a heart-to-heart with myself. I was definitely off my rocker.

"Here it goes." Walking up to the keypad hooking my latch on one last breath watching the doors open.

Walking into the building seeing the shining white color covering the walls and furniture.

Walking up to the front desk seeing a young man sitting there typing on the computer.

"Um... I'm here for the order report." He smiled taking my letter.

"There are a few forms you need to fill out and sign." nodding my head watching him walk to the back of the room, seeing that he had swallowed a watermelon.

I didn't mean to stare, but how could I not.

"Doctor Aro will see you in five minutes," he said handing me the papers.

Sitting on the chair, leaning on my thighs filling out the papers.

Questions of family health and possible pregnancy scares.

"Fire Gage," looking up not noticing five minutes had passed.

"Follow me," the man ushered me into an office.

"So, Fire Gage, 20-years-old, 5'3, 120lbs." the nurse listed off from the paper.

Looking at the floor not wanting to be here.

"Receiver!"

"**** no!"

"It's listed here, you a receiver, you'll carry the baby."

"Oh hell no! Nothing is going inside me, or coming out of me."

"You will need to talk to the doctor."

He rushed out of the room before I could hit him, no doubt I would beat the shit of him.

Walking around the room, a typical office, with a desk and computer, two chairs on the other side of the desk. Three bookcases filled with what looked like every book based on pregnancy and reproduction.

"Fire Gage, nice to meet you, I'm Dr. Aro, let's walk over to the inspection room." this einstein looking crazy quack walked me into the room across the hall.

This room scared me, devices here and there, medical equipment lined up on the counter.

"Okay, here's a gown change into it and we'll get started."

Stripping my clothes, draping this paper dress over my body. When mom said the inspection isn't as scary as it looks, she was dead wrong.

"Already..."

He checked my heart and blood pressure first.

That wasn't so bad.

"So you're listed as a receiver, I'll need to check your arousal levels."

"Look doc, I'm all for this X-O program, but I'm straight and definitely not a receiver. There must be a mistake."

"Umm. your mother signed you off as a receiver, you were also giving the Omega Hormone therapy during gestation." I was completely dumbfounded, by that.

"I have no other choice, right? It's this or the ghouls." shaking my head as I turned bent over the side of the table.

Shuddering at the snap sound the gloves made, the sound echoing off the walls.

His right hand gripped my shoulder as his left hand squeezed my balls first, then it happened.

"Ow, hey hey..." he was even nice about it.

He shoved two fingers into my *** then twisted them around.

"I'm preparing you for tonight"

"Wait, Tonight, it can't wait..."

"Rules are rules, the day you are inspected is also the day you will make your first try."

"What not date or dinner, or even a movie, just bend over and release."

"Days after you can do dates and movies, but as for the first week, it's sex only."

"Follow me,"

"What no clothes, dude I feel a draft."

He chuckled walking me down the hall to another freaky medical room.

"This shot will adjust your hormones and prepare you fully for tonight's events. Every two weeks I want a urine sample."

"Any questions?"

" Am I impregnating myself, or what?" I snapped, this was all too much.

"There is one more thing," before he said anything else nurses came into the room holding me down.

"What the **** is that?"

"Your brand is H-24,"

"AHHHHHH"

"Bring it Hell Doome" my eyes nearly popped out just hearing his name.

I huffed catching my breath, from the three shots in my *** and the burning brand mark that told everyone I belong to this man named Hell Doome.

"Welcome Hell/Fire to the X-O Program."

I'm currently walking behind this man named Hell, who is my partner for breeding.

Dr. Aro is walking closely in front of him directing us where to go next.

Hell is wearing shirt and pants scrubs, I'm stuck wearing a paper gown. They really wanted people to know who played what role.

Besides our names Hell, and I am pretty basic looking, He's about five or six inches taller than me. Nothing special about my body besides keeping in shape for riding my bike and working at the mines.

Hell didn't seem to have any special trades, I'm basically going to give my *** to a man I've never meant.

His eyes are so bright and almost scary looking, he has long white hair with black streaks.

Definitely, not his natural color, unlike me, my mother always praised my hair color.

(You're the first person in the Gage family born with bright red hair, never change your hair color.) remembering her words, thinking of how nervous or scared she was when she had to make this walk. How intimidating my donor was or did they get along?

How long after I become pregnant will they separate us?

Would he even care? (not really he gets paid to **** and plant his seed.) I snapped to myself.

It is very difficult for the producer, but what about the breeder.

They're not allowed to meet their offspring and emotional attachments are so easily snatched.

Mom told me that when she tested positive for pregnancy they told my donor that night. Even though I was born healthy and happy, I could see in mom's eyes that she wanted to love by someone other than her children.

"Here we are kids, now remember you have until midnight to finish, and hopefully you're not camera shy. The cameras are only on for the first week to make sure you are really making an effort." I absent-mindedly nodded my head yes.

Hell wrapped his pinky finger around my pinkie as we walked into the room that we will share for the next six months.

Unless I got pregnant sooner...

There are some helpful items inside the bedside table.

With that last statement the door closed and I'm left alone with Hell.

Sitting on the bed, the uncomfortable feeling in my *** from Dr. Aro's nasty fingers.

With all the gel stuff he put in there, my hole was burning and twitching.

"You okay?" he said standing in front of the dresser, his arms crossed.

"Yea just never did this before."

"Same, but it's not that hard..."

"Says the one doing the probing" I snapped looking off to see out the window.

"You act like this isn't hard for me too... I enlisted yesterday was told that Doome and Gage family line goes way back." he huffed making a grunting sound.

"Why can't you just shoot it into a cup?"

"Maybe because the doctors want us to try it naturally first." His words bounced off the walls.

"You know what, we have five minutes left... so hold on to the arms of this chair and I'll be quick." huffing as I moved into the spot he instructed.

He did make it quick, but that didn't mean I didn't jump a foot in the air when his sausage fingers invaded my throbbing hole.

"Hey... Ow..."

"Ok, fine sit on me then, you take in as much or little as you want." he sat on the chair pulling me on top of him. This chair was big enough to fit both of us side by side, just a plain white chair.

"Ready..."

"OW... OW... OW... I can't do this, there's no way it's going inside." it wasn't that he's big, he standard size about an inch or two bigger than me.

"You know what... we have 1 minute left, Sorry...." before I could speak, or even process his words.

His hands gripped my hips roughly plunging his beef stick into my ***.

The intense erotic sensation caused my release as his tip smashed into my prostate.

"FUCAHHH..." digging my nails into his shoulders, shivering from both pleasure and pain.

How the **** did that work?

"What... no... ahhhhhhh"

"****, Hell stop... it burns"

"SHut up," He grunted shoving two fingers in my mouth.

For that whole minute, he beat my back into the very submission needed.

*Ding...Ding*

Hell's grunts filled the room, along with my whimpers.

It happened... We... did that...

"Fire, tomorrow, and for the next six days, make sure you're ready for this." He said in between breaths holding my shoulders pushing himself in and out slowly.

"That was good,"

"Says the one that just jackhammered my asshole."

"It's not that bad"

"I can guarantee my hole will be swollen tomorrow thanks to you."

"Stop being so dramatic, no wonder you're a receiver. You whine too damn much, get off of me." He pushed me to the floor.

I rubbed my lower back crawling onto the bed.

Hell came back for the bathroom with a cloth, cleaning our bellies before laying next to me.

It didn't take long for my eyes to fall heavy.

Waking to sunlight and chatter of Hell walking into the room.

"Hey!" he smiled

(What the hell are you smiling at? I can't move because of you)

"Stop pouting, I have some cream for you," he said holding up a tube of antiseptic cream.

"I don't want it" I pretended I didn’t need it, but I do need it, I want it.

"Fire stop being so difficult, you need to eat so we can try again." my mouth dropped, shouldn’t one time be all we need.

"How many times do plan on doing it? Is once a day not good enough" I arched my eyebrow pulling the blanket upward.

"We have to..." he snapped pointing to the camera in the corner of the room.

"You see that camera is watching our every move and if they feel we're not making in the effort we'll both go to the Gallows." Hell nearly bit my head off.

I get where he's coming from, but my back hurts and he's so rough.

"Can you be gentler?" I fidget with the blanket, biting my lip.

"I was only that rough because we ran out of time if we start early I can be slow and prepare you better" his face soften as he spoke.

"Here eat." he held the tray of food.

We ate in silence a causality glancing at each other. His eyes had black circles under them...

"Did you sleep?" I want to know more about him, and how he lived before coming here.

"No,"

"Why did I steal the blankets?" I tried joking, but the atmosphere seemed thick.

"Fire, don't try getting to know me, and don't put your feelings into it." he sat strong crossing his hands over his plate.

"Oh" he's right we shouldn't produce feelings.

'Knock knock'

Our attention turns to the door, at had just opened after the knocking sound.

"Good Morning Kids, How was the first night?" Dr. Aro smiles like a freaky scientist.

"Went well sir" Hell snapped as if he was answering an order.

"Good this will help you relax a bit more" Dr. held up a tube of medicine, placed it on the table, and smiled.

"Hormone scans on Friday, I'll leave you to it." with the words being said he left us.

Our room was small with a small dresser for each, a double bed with white sheets two bedside tables. The TV hung on the wall with posters of how this system works.

Most of the afternoon I spent reading through the X-Omega drug that I now take every morning. I feel strange having Hell watch my every move and he has to keep a log of how many times I use the bathroom, what I eat and how much, what time I go to sleep and wake up.

"Where were you before you enlisted?" he said we shouldn't get to know each other but I'm curious why he's acting so cold to me.

"Let's start..." he snapped pulling me from the table to the bed.

“I need a shower,” I’m trying to stall even though I know if we ran out of time he’ll have no choice but to pine me and do it quickly.

“You took a shower ten minutes ago,” he pointed to me, looking down to my bathrobe.

“Oh,” I stripped my robe, sitting with my hands on my legs.

“You know what I can’t do this.” Hell snapped and left the room slamming the door.

"Hey... hey” rushing to tie my robe as I ran to the door,

“Hell, what are you doing?” I held his hand stopping him, he pushed off him

“I’m telling Dr. Aro there’s no use, you’re acting like a prisoner” he snapped.

“I basically am, I didn’t ask for this, I don’t want to be here, I don’t to be a receiver either. Let me, shove, something in your *** and see how happy you are.” I vented.

“I’m trying to make it comfortable for you.” He said

“Kids is there a problem,” a Guard from the halls asked, Hell and I both bite our lips I realized I’m not the only prisoner here. We’ll both die if with comply with the orders.

“No problem sir,” I held Hell's hand leading him back into the room, I pushed him onto the chair. Neither of us spoke and it’s better that way, I prepped myself while stroking him, he kept his hands to his side while I straddled his hips. I whimpered as I completely took him in.

“I don’t know what to do,” I said not looking him in the eyes, he gripped my hips slowly thrusting I bite my lip holding my voice back. Looking up to the clock five minutes left, he kept the slow pace. Standing with me holding onto him, he laid me on my back pushing my knees into my shoulders. Thrusting a bit faster and faster I could hold it any longer,

“Hell…” I moaned shanking at the ******, he grunted in my ear the warmth of him entered me.