The Agent

By Shelby Horne

In a post-apocalyptic future humanity is threatened by widespread male infertility. Those few men with high sperm counts become Agents, part of a government group assigned to impregnating women with the babies they want. But when one Agent crashes his car and winds up in a rural mountain town for a week, will he find love? Or just end up knocking up everyone in the place?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Shelby Horne
• Release date: Sep 2, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311680334

Shelby Horne

Shelby Horne is the pseudonym of a woman who had trouble finding the erotica she wanted to read, so she started writing it herself! She has been publishing her stories since 2015.Want to commission an original story from me? Head over to https://shelby-horne.tumblr.com to find out how!

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The Agent

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Copyright 2015 Shelby Horne

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Epilogue: Five Years Later

CHAPTER 1

Derek pulled up in his nondescript black car by the house. Agents didn't travel wearing any logos or uniforms. His only identification was the identification chip implanted in his wrist. When he put his wrist over any terminal, his name and his Agency credentials would appear. Until that time, he looked just like any other man who might be driving around.

But he wasn't just any other man. Derek was carrying something special. Tucked inside his pants were two firm, round testicles, and inside were millions of sperm. Viable sperm. That made him literally one in a million.

He walked up the front walk and took a look at the house. It was a very nice house, but that was mostly because nobody had to live in crappy houses anymore. There were plenty of mansions to go around. That was part of the problem that Derek and the Agency were trying to fix.

Derek knocked on the door. Moments later a young couple answered. Derek knew everything about them. He had read their profile and even knew their genetic codes. They knew everything about him too, for that matter. But he was still polite. He extended his hand in greeting. You must be Christopher and Melanie. I'm Derek. Nice to meet you.

They both shook his hand and smiled. Christopher was a handsome man, if a little on the skinny side. He had curly brown hair and glasses. Melanie's hair was the same shade of brown. Where Christopher was skinny, Melanie was plump, with round hips and full breasts. It was no wonder she had been chosen by the Agency. She looked strong and sturdy enough to carry a full and healthy baby to term, and probably more than one, if her first birth proved successful. But she would have to get there first.

Christopher invited him in and did most of the talking as he gave Derek a quick tour of the house. Melanie mostly played with the hem of her shirt and looked nervous. That was all right, Derek mostly just smiled at her. He had done this a hundred times before and it was rarer that a woman wasn't nervous. After all, her life was about to change in a lot of big ways.

Her eyes also kept drifting toward his crotch when she thought he wasn't looking. Derek didn't call any attention to it at all. She was going to be getting a lot closer look soon.

At last, the three of them sat down around the dining room table. Melanie made them all tea, which Derek appreciated. Driving always made him thirsty, and it had been almost a four hour drive from the Agency headquarters to Christopher and Melanie's house.

Sometimes couples liked to make small talk or ask about the journey, but Christopher and Melanie didn't seem like that. They were eyeing him anxiously, like they didn't know what they were going to do with the stranger who was going to be living in their house for a week. Derek found that with couples like that, the best thing to do was to cut to the chase. They all knew why he was there, so everyone could feel better if they could discuss it openly.

Derek pulled out his tablet and showed Christopher and Melanie where they would need to put their thumbprints to make this legal. You can read over all of it, said Derek. In fact, I encourage you to read it in as much detail as you like, and don't endorse it until you feel like you can do so. But I know it's a long read, so would you like me to summarize?

Melanie nodded over her tea. Yes, please.

Okay. Derek didn't even have to look at the paperwork. Not only had he been over this with every couple he had visited, it was his job to know. So the first section is pretty basic. It says that I'm contracted to live here for a week in your house. You can ask me to leave any time before that, or I can leave before that if I feel unsafe or like this isn't going to work out. But I can't stay any longer than that because I've got other places to be. You're responsible for putting me up, making sure I've got the basics like access to a kitchen and a bathroom, and giving me access to your home network while I'm here. I can cook for myself if you need me to.

Melanie shook her head and looked at Christopher. He likes cooking. It's not a problem at all to make enough food for all of us.

Derek smiled. He was a crappy cook himself. Sounds excellent. Okay, section two is about monitoring things and giving data to the Agency. You went over with this with a Representative already, right?

Yes, we did, said Christopher. We agreed to release all of our medical records, now and future, to the Agency.

Great, then section two is covered. Derek reached over and turned the tablet to the next part. "Section three is about what's going to happen when I'm here. There's a lot in this part, but it's pretty simple, really. I get to take nine hours a day to myself for sleeping and whatever else I need to do. I don't have to take those hours, but I get to. The other fifteen hours, I'm yours. That means you can basically have me going as many times as you can get me up, or you can have me once a day and leave me alone. You can even have me one day and leave me alone for the other six. Hell, you could go the whole week without touching me. It's up to you."

Melanie's eyes went a little wide. Have you ever had a woman just... not do it with you?

Only once, Derek said, smiling. And that was kind of a bad scene. Turned out her boyfriend had been putting the pressure on her when she wasn't ready. So we've changed our screening procedures since then. But I don't think that's a problem with you.

Melanie shook her head. As nervous as she was she was also eager. Derek liked that. She seemed like a nice girl and he was looking forward to getting to know her better. I really want a baby. I always wanted to be a mother. We even thought Christopher might be able to...

The first tests the doctor did were promising, said Christopher sadly. But it turned out to be a mistake. Later tests showed my sperm count was basically zero.

Derek smiled at Christopher. That's okay, he said. You're not the only one.

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Christopher was far from the only man in the world with a low sperm count. In fact, it was Derek who was the anomaly. Thirty years beforehand nuclear explosions in the atmosphere not only killed large numbers of people on all continents, the resulting fallout sterilized most of the planet. Most women were still able to conceive, but there were almost no men who could father children. The birth rate dropped terribly low. Children became rare and everyone feared for the future of mankind.

Of course in that time of trouble people turned to science and sperm banks. The first attempts at artificial insemination worked, but were far from satisfactory. Women who underwent the procedure found it cold and distant. Several lost babies afterward because they felt too lonely and sad to keep themselves in good health.

That was when the world's nations banded together and founded the Agency. It had a longer, more formal name but no one referred to it like that. What the Agency did was that it opened up clinics for men to come and test their sperm for viability. Men with normal sperm counts were then immediately offered jobs for going out into the world and helping increase the birth rate again. Officially these men were known as Agents, but most of the world knew them by other terms, including studs and breeders.

Most commonly the test was given at eighteen, though it could of course be given any time after puberty. When he was a teenager, though, Derek didn't think much about his sperm count. He planned to take the test at eighteen just like everyone else, but he wasn't worried about it before that.

Then he had his first girlfriend, Angie. She was beautiful and smart, and she had tits that had him creaming himself every night before bed and every time he took a shower. Within two weeks of starting to date her in high school, they were fucking every chance they could. He had those beautiful tits pressed against him as he came loads in her pussy every time. A low worldwide sperm count might have been terrible for mankind but it was great for teenagers! Without having to worry about accidental pregnancy, Derek didn't bother using a condom. He just slipped into Angie's pussy raw and filled her up with his cream.

Most of the time they fucked in Derek's car, which had a back seat just big enough for two people. Angie would straddle his hips and bounce up and down on his lap until his balls couldn't cum anymore. She even started begging him to unload inside her, telling him how good it felt to have his creamy jizz in her pussy.

He didn't know what to do when she came to him almost exactly six weeks after their first fuck. I missed my last two periods, she told him.

Class periods? he asked.

"No, stupid, girl periods."

So? he asked.

So I think you knocked me up! Angie said.

No, can't be, said Derek. All the newspapers and the science teachers say we're all shooting blanks now, remember? It's probably just stress.

Angie shook her head. I'm going to go to the doctor and do a pregnancy test after school. I'll let you know what happens.

What happened next was that that night, two people from the Agency showed up at his door, a man and a woman. They looked very official, dressed in their smart suits. When they showed Derek's mother their badge, she let them inside and sat them down on the couches. What's this all about? asked Derek's mother.

Ma'am, we're here because we think your son needs to take one of our tests, said the Agency man. And if he passes, we would like to offer him a job. Sooner rather than later, he added.

Derek felt his jaw drop so fast it almost hit the floor. She's pregnant? he asked.

The Agency woman nodded. Ma'am, your son seems to have impregnated one of his classmates,she told Derek's mother. We want to run the appropriate tests to make sure, but if he is a viable breeder, we would like to make him an Agent as soon as possible.

But he's only fifteen! gasped Derek's mother.

I know, said the Agency man, but that is in fact prime breeding time for many young men. We can't know until we get the test results back, though. If possible, we would like to take him to our offices tonight.

Tonight? asked Derek.

The sooner the better, said the Agency woman. She turned back to Derek's mother. Tell me, ma'am, where is the boy's father?

Derek's mother sighed sadly. He died when Derek was very young.

The Agency woman shook her head sadly. I'm sorry for your loss. And for ours as well. If your son's sperm is viable it's likely that his father's would still too.

Will you come with us? asked the Agency man. And what else could they say? Even at fifteen Derek knew that he was being offered an important chance. The world's population needed more breeders, and if that was what he was, then he had to help. He had a duty to mankind! Of course, back then he thought that the best he would be doing was spunking in a cup regularly, but even that still sounded like an okay way to spend his time.

That was why he was surprised when the Agency woman got in the back seat with him when they got into the car. She looked up front at the Agency man. Are you ready, George?

Of course, Bonnie, said George. Of course, I may need to stop for gas on the way back to the office, so this trip could take a little longer than planned.

Perfect, said Bonnie. And before Derek knew what was happening, she was hiking up her skirt and pulling off her panties. She reached for the front of Derek's pants. He didn't know what was going on but he was already so hard it hurt. Bonnie looked at him with pretty dark eyes. How many times can you cum in fifteen minutes, boy?

Derek stammered. I've never tried to count.

With a grin Bonnie sank on to his cock. She was older than Angie and her pussy wasn't nearly as tight, but it was wet and she obviously knew how to use it. She unbuttoned her blouse and let her tits fall out as George started the car and took off.

Derek gasped as the motion of the car made her rock even faster on his dick. What are you doing? he asked even though the answer was obvious.

Bonnie and George both laughed at that. You're a natural breeder, Bonnie said. She squeezed his cock with her cunt muscles. "We don't find many of you in the wild. Even a high sperm count isn't a guarantee of virility. But look at you! You've already knocked up a girl. That's a proven success story that'll make you very popular."

As she fucked him, Derek gasped and sank into the seat. He grabbed for Bonnie's thighs which had stockings that stopped where they were pinned to a garter belt. She was his mother's age at least, but she was very pretty. And she was riding his dick right now, which made him like her even more. But none of that explained why she had jumped him so quickly.

And then Derek's first orgasm hit and Bonnie moaned as his jets of cum painted the inside of her cunt. That's right, boy, shoot me full of that sperm! Make me a mommy!

Oh shit, she wanted him to knock her up! That was why she had George taking the long way, so she could take the time to milk as much sperm from his dick as possible! You want my baby? Derek gasped at her.

Bonnie laughed, and George laughed as well. He was watching the whole thing from the rear view mirror. Derek wondered if they were colleagues or lovers or something in between. Whatever they were, George was surely helping Bonnie out on her mission.

A natural stud like this? Bonnie laughed as she pinched her nipples. She didn't even let his cock slip from her pussy. It stayed in her like a cork, plugging up all the sperm in her. "I'm not letting you go without giving you a chance to