Shortage (Restart, open to one female)

[tyrion77]

Shortage (Closed for BethJones)

He could not help but be excited; granted, this was not Rick Sailor's own project, but he was years away from being able to head a team. As a graduate student working on his doctorate, however, he'd been given the opportunity to work with a true physics genius in Dr. Klein on a project involving new subatomic particles that had recently been discovered, and today was the day that the generator that would create a field of them would be turned on.

Rick was exhausted, but that did not stop him from rushing to get ready so he could get to the lab. A handsome man in his late 20's, with short blond hair and green eyes, he'd been out most of the night, and had come back from the club with more than a couple of phone numbers, but all of this was forgotten as he drove to the lab. There was a time and place for everything, and this was the time for work that excited him almost as much as an attractive woman would.

He needed to be there early, as it was his job to check the equipment to make sure all was set. The graduate student was doing this quite happily, when the only other person in the building at that particular time, a janitor, accidentally hit the switch that powered the generator on. Rick didn't even have time to yell before it happened, and once he was caught in that particle field, his body slowly faded from this world. An onlooker would have simply seen him gradually fade away and cease to exist.

When he woke, he had no idea how much time had passed, or, for that matter, where he was. Looking around as his vision cleared, he was laying in the middle of a street, surrounded by confused faces, belonging to people who were checking to make sure he was alright. It took a minute for it to dawn on him that every one of those faces was female. Even the police officer who was trying to get the others to back away, in a city where female officers were still somewhat rare.
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Looking for a female who will be willing to write for many different women in an alternate reality setting. History was identical in this new dimension, up until about 50 years ago, when a strange plague wiped out most of the men on earth, leaving the ratio of men to women at 1:50 at the time. The surviving men were left with low sperm-counts. At the time Rick is waking up, after arriving in a flash of light, the ratio has improved to 1:30, but is still heavily weighted on the side of females.

Basically, the world is controlled by females, and men (along with their sperm) are considered valued resources. Though some women still dream of having a husband to themselves, it is little more than a dream for all but the rich and powerful. Men are treated as protected, if in some ways second-class, citizens, not allowed to do anything too dangerous, nor allowed to have real power. They are encouraged, however, to donate sperm and to sleep around as much as possible, to the point that many take up the now-legal occupation of prostitution.

 

[tyrion77]

Bump!

 

[tyrion77]

Another bump!

 

[tyrion77]

One more bump

 

[BethJones]

Patrols had been stepped up, confirmation had been received, today was the day. Sergeant Emily McMahon, picked up her vest and headed out onto the streets. The words rung in her ears “It is imperative that we get there first,” the Chief Inspector had said at the briefing that morning.
She pounded the streets on foot, her ears glued to the radio, her eyes peeled for the tell tale flash of light. Time was getting on; he had to arrive sometime soon. A new inhabitant was expected, it took years to muster the materials to pull off the dimension hop, this had to be a success.
Ever since the disaster in 1953 men had been in short supply. Men were a highly valued commodity, especially if they were gifted with sperm of a high quality. If the Authorities didn’t locate the new arrival first, it was likely he would fall into one of the rebel groups’ hands, costly for the government and also the poor soul.
A bright flash filled the sky, Emily’s heart beat faster, he was here. She sprinted down the street, running several blocks to be the first to arrive. She panted into her radio as she ran, alerting all units that their new arrival was here.
A large group had formed, Emily guessed it was him. Excitedly she moved the on lookers aside, excited to see a man, their rarity made them a good find. The mere fact she was the first on the scene would almost certainly result in a commendation. Slightly dazed, Emily shook the man, hoping the journey hadn’t been too traumatic.
Emily fought hard with her curiosity, she wanted to run her hands all over this man, feel his body. Touch the legendary penis he possessed. At 22 Emily had never seen a penis, not in real life anyway. She had heard stories about how they had been used for sexual pleasure, but now they were valued for the warm sticky substance they ejaculated.
The familiar sound of a siren brought her back to her senses, she continued to fight off the onlookers as they bundled the man into the back of the van. The siren continued to sound as they made there way through the crowded streets. News had travelled fast, they had to get him into the research facility.

 

[tyrion77]

Rick Sailor

Rick groaned a bit as he felt himself being gently shaken, and blinked a few times as he looked up to see another woman hovering over him, seemingly checking on him. "What the hell?" he asked, slowly pushing himself up to more of a sitting position, though the look of confusion on his face and the deliberate manner of his movement did not suggest at all that he was about to attempt darting away. Hearing the sirens, he wondered if one of them was an ambulance; he was not about to turn down medical attention given that he seemed to have blacked out. Though he was not truly in pain, just mildly disoriented.

"Where am I? What happened?" he went on to ask, looking to Emily, though he did not know her name. As he looked around again, and realized that he had been correct in his estimation that there were no men present in the street, he could not help but turn a very curious gaze toward the woman who had been shaking him, though he did not quite yet have words for the questions that were coming to mind.

 

[BethJones]

Emily didn't dare speak to him, she smiled pleasantly. She had been warned not to speak to him, "We can't have him running off, it will only make things worse for him," the Inspector had said.

She saw through the windscreen from the back that the gates had swung open for their arrival.

Instead of the hero's welcome she had expected she felt two strong feminine hands grip underneath her arms, part dragging and part lifting her into the facility. Both women were dressed in Bio hazard suits, they took Emily into an air tight room. They flung her inside and shut the door tight behind them.

Emily scratched at the doors, it was no good she was trapped. She found a corner and began to sob. A voice boomed into the room, cutting through her sobs. “Officer McMahon, excellent job today. Until we know he isn’t contaminated you will be in quarantine,” the unfamiliar voice spoke with authority. “I suggest you strip, place your belongings in the bag, and we will send in a suit for you in due course,” the female voice sounded stern, Emily followed the instructions and began her quarantine.

Meanwhile, another two women had taken the new man from the back of the van, his treatment a little lighter than Emily’s, although still firm and forceful. They took him into a white laboratory, no sooner had they got him through the door a needle was placed into the side of his neck rendering him unconscious.

With the man passed out, they stripped him and strapped him to the table in the centre of the room. The chief research assistant approached him tentatively, wearing a heavy bio suit, although she knew he was completely anesthetised, she still aired on the side of caution. Carefully she inserted a small drip to keep the man hydrated, inserting the small valve to allow them to keep him in a state of semi consciousness. She drew up a vial of blood before retreating to the safety of the thick sheet glass which protected the observation room.

Two weeks passed, each day following the same routine, a vial of blood drawn and tested for abnormalities. Since the plague they had been extra careful, every precaution was taken to prevent any mishaps. They couldn’t take another plague, men were already in short supply another wave of the plague would almost certainly lead to their destruction.

At last they could certify the man as clear, confident he was not a carrier, and that he was adequately protected against the known strains of the virus, further testing could begin. The scientists had gathered in the observation room ready to begin. They watched as he began to stir.

 

[tyrion77]

Another time, Rick might have tried to fight the women who came to pull him into the van, given the way he saw the woman whose name he never found out dragged off, but he was far too disoriented to even try it, and when they dosed him with whatever it was, he did not have the strength to fight it. The next two weeks were a blur, for the most part; he was dimly aware of them drawing blood, and overheard things about 'contamination' and making certain he was clean, but most of it didn't really register.

Then came the day that they finally stopped dosing him with sedatives, and he began to wake up, stirring slowly. Blinking his eyes and licking his lips, he looked around the room he was in, then as blurred memories began filter back into his consciousness, he struggled against the straps holding him down. When they wouldn't budge, however, he quickly settled down, at least in a physical sense. "Hello? Is there anyone here who can explain to me what the hell is going on here? I've committed no crimes, and can't say I enjoy being treated like a prisoner," he says in a loud voice, though he is not shouting nor angry at the moment.

 

[BethJones]

They had been dreaming of this day for almost all of their careers. New men were not common, you were lucky to be there for the arrival of one, let alone to be working at the facility on testing day.

It was Jennifer who had been selected for the task. She carefully put on the latex gloves before walking into the room. Her heart pounded in her chest, the anticipation almost too much.

Her eyes wanderd over the young man,taking in every inch of his naked skin. Her eyes rested on his penis. She reached out slowly taking it in her hand, she rubbed it back and forth, watching in amazement as it twitched to life. The rubber ones she had been working on in preparation for this day hadn't reacted the same way, it caught her a little off guard.

 

[tyrion77]

Oddly enough, it was not until the woman walked in that Rick realized he was naked, and color rose to his cheeks. Still, he had a hopeful look in his eyes as she approached, though it turned to confusion as her latex-covered fingers began to toy with his cock. The warmth of her tough caused him to harden quickly enough, though the sensation was not nearly as pleasant as a bare hand would be, but that was beside the point at that time, at least in his eyes.

"Um, Miss..." he began, turning his head to try to look this woman in the eye, "Can you please explain to me what is going on? I'm beginning to get just a little bit frustrated here. Not that I can do much about it, clearly, but sooner or later I am going to be missed by the people at the university. Someone will start looking for me."

Of course, as he spoke, his cock continued to harden as she rubbed it, and his voice grew slightly breathy. The sensation only served to aggravate him more, though, given the lack of answers he had gotten so far, and so he added a bit more harshly, "That would probably go quicker if you weren't wearing gloves, you know?"

 

[BethJones]

Still not engaging in conversation Jennifer pumped harder on the hardening cock. Her hands moved relentlessly as she produced a plastic container from her pocket, aiming the tip of his penis inside the tub.

His pleasure was not important at this stage, all she needed wasa container of sperm to test, checking for fertility and abnormalities was all she was interested in.

Eventually he began to spurt inside the container producing a heavy load for testing. Jennifer returned the lid and wiped the tip of his cock. She left through the door leaving the man to wait still attached to the bed.

 

[tyrion77]

It took a while for him to cum for her; even if his pleasure was not important to her, the lack of it did not help him get to that point any faster, that was certain. When he did, the growl that came from him was partially the relief of release, and partially the frustration of being utterly ignored. As he laid there panting on the bed after she was done, he closed his eyes with a frown on his face. "Goddamn, does no one around here have any fucking manners, even? You come and jerk me off with a rubber glove on, and can't even give me the simple courtesy of telling me where the hell I am? he calls out to no one in particular, once the woman left the room, unknowing and uncaring as to whether anyone heard him.

His eyes remain closed as he goes back and thinks about the last things he remembered, before waking up in the street. Someone had turned the machine on way before schedule, when he was still in the red zone. Dr. Klein had theorized that the particles they were researching might be capable of opening up other dimensions, or even allowing time travel. If he was right, then perhaps this was some sort of other dimension. If so, did they just not speak English? Unfortunately, that train of thought, even if correct, did not help much. He needed answers from someone to make any real sense of what was going on.

 

[BethJones]

The room was silent, not one of the wonman dared to speak, their eyes fixed on the machine in front of them. Beep... Beep... Beep... they all held their breath... Beep. The printer whirred ito life. Jennifer collected the printout handing it to the senior advisor, Chelsea.

A smile crept across Chelsea's face, "he is perfect!" she announced, the room filled with cheers. Another fertile man to help rebuild their civilisation. Since the plague had wiped out nearly all the men. woman had taken control, thihgs had advanced rapidly, although the one secret they couldn't unlock was how to produce sperm. They had been unsuccessful in all of their trials. They couldn't create new life with out sperm.

Chelsea hurried to the laboratory, calling the Head of state to inform her of the developments. She then went to the fully certified man. "So sorry to have kept you like this, we just can't be too careful," she said cheerily to the obviously disgruntled man on the table.

Undoing his foot restraints, "I'm Chelsea, Senior project manger here at the facility," she said as she continued to unclip the restraints. "I believe these will fit you," she continued as she passed a neatly folded pile of clothes to him. "I know you have lots of questions, but try to relax, all will become clear," with that she bustled out to arrange transport leaving the man in a dazed state.

 

[tyrion77]

So at least one of them did speak english, and rather fluently at that. It was a good sign, though the way she glossed over the fact that he so clearly had questions did not do much to soothe him. He did not even bother looking at the clothes at first, even once freed, "Couldn't be too careful of what? If there was a good reason for holding me there, you wouldn't have needed restraints. You could have just explained..." And just as suddenly as she had appeared, she left again, leaving Rick not just dazed, but angry. Only the fact that she'd hinted he would get an explanation kept him from assaulting the walls of the room in a blind fury at that point.

Instead, he looked at the folded pile of clothes, and with a resigned sigh began to get dressed, slipping the pants on first, then the shirt. They fit alright, though the pants did seem a bit on the snug side. With nothing else to do once dressed, he hopped back up on the bed and began to wait anxiously.

 

[BethJones]

Chelsea reappeared, this time the white lab coat had vannished, she was now wearing a knee length pencil skirt, black tights and a fitted white blouse. Her long golden hair neatly tied in a bun on her head.

"We have an appointment," she said firmly, "Follow me," looking towards the door and swiping her key card. Chelsea was 37, she had worked hard in the facility to be in the senior position, she had waited her whole life for this day.

The large limousine with blacked out windows was waiting at the exit, Chelsea opened the door, inviting the man to enter first. Once inside, it struck Chelsea that she hadn't asked this fine specimen of a man what his name was, instead she knew him only as Sp3rm3340.

"How rude of me, I haven't even asked your name," she said a hint of guilt in her voice.

 

[tyrion77]

"That might have made for a better start than drugging me and having someone molest me against my will," Rick responded sarcastically before adding, "My name is Richard Sailor." Though he tried to make himself comfortable in the limousine, the fact remained that he still felt something like a prisoner at the moment, and it caused him to shift irritably from time to time as he sat across from her. "If there had been a good reason for keeping me isolated, or needing a sperm sample, you could have simply told me. I'm a scientist myself, Chelsea, and usually a reasonable person," he eventually went on, looking across the back of the limo at her directly.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, he shook his head slightly before going on, "So please, I hope that there was a good reason for what has been done to me so far. I am doing my best to remain reasonable. I don't want any further trouble...I just want to go home."

 

[BethJones]

Chelsea, smiled uneasily, "Home... I'm afraid you are home now," she said trying to remain calm. Before he was able to interupt Chelsea decided to explain everything, or at least as much as she felt he needed to know.
"It all started around fifty years ago... There was a terrible plague, it wiped out nearly every man in the world... There was nothing we could do... Those that did survive were irriversibly damaged, unable to produce sperm of any quality or quantity, we were doomed. We managed to create an invention to bring men to us, some of them had the virus we lost more of our men. Now we test all new arrivals extensively we can't risk wiping out the few good men we have. You... You are exactly what we hoped for. I'm sorry about the treatment, but we needed to, had to check you out, make sure you were free of viruses and diseases," she explained.

 

[tyrion77]

Rick listened to her intently, but what she was telling him did little to calm him down. "To bring men to you? Do you have any idea where these men come from? What makes you think you have the right to simply take people from their lives without their consent? I mean, I am sorry to hear about your problems here, but what the hell entitles you to kidnap people?" he asked her, the anger in his tone palpable as he grows quiet again for a moment.

"No wonder the restraints are necessary. If you can't be bothered to even ask permission before removing someone from their life, I don't see why consent should play into any of it," Rick went on, before adding, "And I am guessing that you either can't, or won't, send me back. Don't bother telling me which...you've given me no reason I should believe whatever answer you would give anyway."

 

[BethJones]

The rest of the journey continued in silence, Chelsea figured it would be better to let him meet Martha.

The silence was broken by the click of the door opening outside the state palace. The red carpet led through the doors, "It's for you, not me," Chelsea said humbly, hoping Rick would make his way inside to meet Martha.

 

[tyrion77]

Rick smirked when the woman fell silent after that, and he grew quiet as well. When the limo came to a stop and the door was opened for him to reveal the red carpet, he could not help but roll his eyes. He considered simply sitting there, but he had a feeling that if he didn't go he would simply be dragged along anyway, and so he got out of the vehicle without another word and began to follow the carpet to where ever it was going to lead him. The scientist did, however, look about cautiously as he walked, looking for signs of imminent danger, whether anyone accompanied him or not.

 

[BethJones]

"Welcome! Welcome," Martha called cheerifully in the direction of the new man. "I'm Martha," she continued, trying to put him at ease as she was well aware of the ordeal he had faced as she was partly responsible for the procedure.

Martha was in her late forties, as head of state she had proved herself as a worthy leader. She dressed smartly and smiled brightly, her nature put most people at ease immediately. Before he reached her, she turned to walk ahead of him, leading him through to her office.

"Drink?" she questioned as she pointed to the seat alongside a small coffee table.

 

[tyrion77]

"Martha," he repeated her name thoughtfully as he moved to follow her into her office. Part of him wanted to like this woman, but he still found it difficult given that he had just been told that he'd more or less been kidnapped from his home dimension. Sitting down, he remained upright, looking around the room suspiciously, but when she offered a drink, he only hesitated a moment before nodding his head. Whether or not he liked it, he was at their mercy.

After sitting for a moment quietly, he says, "Honestly, Martha, I'm not sure what to say, or even what to think at the moment. From the way that Chelsea explained it, I've essentially been kidnapped to help you continue the species here. And while I am sure your need must be great, I can't say I'm happy about the way I've been brought here against my will."

 

[BethJones]

"Maybe you shuld look out of the window?" Martha suggested calmly, "Tell me what you see," she said smiling, knowing the view would entice any red blooded male to calm down and realise what a paradise this was.

 

[tyrion77]

Raising a brow at her skeptically, Rick rises to his feet nonetheless, and walks over to the window, drawing the curtains aside so that he can look as she suggested. Of course, he had considered that women here, if what Chelsea said was true, must regard men, any men, with some level of fascination, and it explained the way that the woman who had taken his sperm sample had looked at him. But that was only thinking of it on an abstract level; the reality of it had not truly set in on him as of yet, and he was unprepared for what was on the other side of the glass.

 

[BethJones]

Martha sat smiling; she could tell the scene in front of Rick would tempt him.

The room beyond the glass was well lit, the floor covered by a cream carpet, a large rug in the centre. The walls white reflecting the light, three large white sofas filled the space, a large mirror hung above the fire place. It wasn’t the decor that was the draw to staying mind. On the sofa directly opposite the glass sat three women.

The first, a lady in her late thirties, she wore a knee length black dress, it clung to her slim body, a pearl necklace sat neatly around her neck. Her breasts filled the dress beautifully, her legs seductively crossed, her foot inside its black strapped shoe swinging in the air. Her brown eyes sparkled, her neatly in place, dropping over her left cheek, the rest carefully tied into a pony tail. She was clearly a woman with money.

Either side of her sat two beautiful young ladies, both around nineteen. Each girl was dressed in a short tartan skirt, and a black blazer. One was blonde, her blues eyes shining in the light, the other brunette.

The three girls looked knowingly towards the glass. “They’re all yours,” Martha said, joining Rick at the glass. Holding a card in her hand, she tapped it against the glass, letting it run through her fingers, “In fact, with this, you can have anyone you like,” she smiled placing a hand on his shoulder as she slipped the card in his pocket.

“Feel free to enjoy yourself, we can sort your accommodation later,” Martha said returning to her desk.