by Jude Mason
Contents: m/m, bdsm, femdom, science fiction, futuristic
In a world where pollution and greed has pushed humanity to the brink of extinction, fertility is one of the priorities. Men must prove themselves to fertile fems. For those who are lacking, or who cease to please the women, harsh treatment follows. Two new men, Jax and Trev, vie for a place among the elite 'studs' of a beautiful fem. Will they succeed, will the love they feel for each other survive?
Trev got to his feet and skinned out of the rough shirt, letting it drop to the floor. He shivered, his tiny flat nipples tightening. "I’ll get some more wood before we bed down." He turned and stepped out of the ring of light, gathering wood from the mounds of wreckage in the centre of the room. Jax noticed a jagged scar on his back, running from his right shoulder blade half-way to his waist. It was old, but looked like it had been pretty serious when it was done. He made a mental note to ask about it.
Pulling himself to his feet, Jax cleared a larger section of floor close to the wall. His bag would hold them both comfortably, and as he spread it out, his erection pressed firmly against the crotch of his jeans. Deftly, he squeezed his cock. A shudder gripped him. Anticipation made his skin crawl and he eagerly shucked his soft leather jerkin, tossing it to the head of the dark blue double bag. He turned and stretched, knowing that would emphasize his size and the muscular chest he knew was a turn on for most men. The sparse thatch of coarse dark hair across his chest didn’t hide his nipples, which he was sure were darker than his newfound playmate’s’. A thin trail of it ran downward until it disappeared into the waistband of his jeans.
Trev added a few sticks of wood to the fire, leaving the rest within easy reach. Then rising, he watched for a moment, before he too reached for the fastening of his jeans. Together, both men unbuttoned then unzipped. Jeans pushed down to knees, then both of them dropped to the floor where they pulled off their boots, Jax’s older, more worn pair, and Trev’s fine, new pair. Neither wore socks or underwear, no one did, so the squirming out of their jeans left them naked and eager.
The wind howled and sent both men scrambling for the sleeping bag. Jax held it open for the smaller man, and managed to steal a stroke along Trev’s back and ass as he slid in. A moment later, his thigh slid along the smooth, nearly hairless chest. A hard nipple scraped along his hip and down side, and Jax shuddered. When he eased down further, their bodies rubbed full length along each other, sending a wave of goose bumps racing along his flesh. His cock throbbed.
"Been awhile," Jax murmured, easing onto his side.