true agenda

I dreamed vividly of fucking the hell out of Dr. Jones, and when I heard a voice gently rousing me to wakefulness I realized I was, if anything, becoming steadily hornier and hornier with each passing minute.

"Steve?" came Dr. Jones' voice. "Steve, wake up."

Her voice sounded distant, echoing, disembodied. The room was still dark, and I sat up and looked around. "Hello?"

"I'm speaking with you over a public address system. Please take all your clothes off."

"Do I get to see you again?"

"Soon enough, Steve, but first you have to be a good subject and take your clothes off."

I complied in the dark, not caring where my clothes wound up, eager for more Dr. Jones action.

"Now, Steve, I'm afraid I have three confessions to make. The first is that our time together so far has been mainly a study of your behavior patterns. Believe it or not, men may be big talkers when it comes to sex, but not all of them are quite as ... well ... as easy as you are, Steve. I must say, you have a very wonderful and refreshing 'rough and ready' attitude not found in all men. Second ... it was also necessary to make a preliminary scan of the DNA in your sperm cells. We're able to do that almost instantly here, and overall it looks like you carry excellent sperm. Any prospective mother would be pleased to have your child, I'm sure."

My male ego was getting very nicely stroked so far. "Thank you."

"And third ... you're under surveillance right now. Part of that surveillance has to do with determining the effects of our performance enhancement **** -- and I must say, you have surpassed all expectations. We may need an extra while to study you, just to see what made you respond so ... well."

I wanted to accept a compliment, but was confused. "****?"

"I'm afraid I slipped a tasteless odorless **** into that drink of water I gave you. It's not that I don't have faith in your natural lust, it's just that I want to help ... move things along."

"Why aren't you telling me all this in person?"

"I'll see you again soon enough, but there's someone else I'd like you to meet. You see, Steve, our bank offers special insemination services. We feel that it's ideal that the male donor inseminate the prospective mother in ... the natural way. We have a number of women here looking for prospective donors, and I must say, quite a few are already interested in you."

This sounded simply wild. "You want me to personally inseminate women?"

"For a payment of three thousand dollars per insemination, yes. I'm sorry to have had to trick you up to this point, but I wanted to encourage you, and make sure you wouldn't bolt and run. But you can still turn all of this down and walk right out of here, if that is what you wish. But right now ... I am going to send one prospective mother into your room. Talk with her, and then you can make your decision."

Just then, the door swung in.