Forced into service as a breeding stud

With so few virile males left, they're rounded up and sent to breeding facilities where women use them to get pregnant.

I wince at the uncomfortable prick on my arm as the nurse draws the blood sample.

The nurse taps the syringe after delicately removing the needle from User's arm. She places the blood sample in the analyzer. "Now, this is the last test of your mandated physical. It will also extrapolate your virility, although it's pretty rare nowadays that--" Her voice is cutoff abruptly by the ding of the machine, the screen flashing with a yellow indication.

"Something wrong?" I ask with concern in my voice.

She takes a long moment looking at the screen.

Finally she speaks.

"Um. You're virility is classed as 'extremely high'. That means..."

I hear the door click open behind me. Two imposing officers with batons at the ready are suddenly flanking me on either side.

Before the guards make it to you, she places her hand on yours. "I'm so sorry."

As the guards take up their station, she continues launches in to a script, detailing the fate that awaits you.

"...where you'll be remanded to the state's custody as part of the indentured breeding program...service to your country...leave your mark on the world..."

I feel sedative needle jab in to my arm as her words trail off. The image of her fades to black.

My eyes slowly, groggily blink as I take in the surroundings of the dark cell. My clothes are gone, replaced by cold air raising the hair on my skin. The smell of industrial cleaner trying to mask sweat and bodily fluids eats at my senses. Cold leather restraints are contorting my body in a submissive position.

The lock on the cell door cracks loudly as the door shudders open.