I am a Seeder

I am a Seeder.

I am proud to serve my nation. I will provide many sons and daughters for my people.

Our nation has many different types of people, and we love and cherish true diversity. In ages past, during the 19th, 20th, and 21st centuries, our histories tell us that many races and people sadly went extinct, being bred out by other races. This was the inevitable result of unregulated reproduction. Now, in the 22nd century, our government is determined to ensure that no race destroys another through interbreeding or outbreeding. While all races live together in harmony in our society, we keep each race separate when it comes to reproduction. This is not out of hatred or discrimination — on the contrary, this practice ensures that each race will survive and remain distinct and glorious, and not lose its precious characteristics by becoming an amalgamation of many races. We wish blond Whites to remain blond Whites, redheaded Whites to remain redheaded Whites, Western Africans to remain Western Africans, Southern Indians to remain Southern Indians, and so forth, so that our descendants can live in a truly diverse society, and have many distinct cultures to enjoy and appreciate.

The second benefit to government-regulated reproduction is the gradual fortification of our species. Only the strongest, fittest, most intelligent, and healthiest males of each race and phenotype are chosen as Seeders, and only the strongest, healthiest, and most intelligent females are chosen as Bearers. While any fit couple can apply to raise a child born to a Bearer, each generation is a genetic offspring of a Seeder and a Bearer, the best of the best of our society.

The Bureau of Genealogy, a large governmental office, is tasked with tracking the genealogy of each Seeder and Bearer, to ensure that no pair is too closely related before being matched up for a Seeding. The Bureau ensured that each new child born to our people had the ideal genetic endowment from his or her parents, so that he or she may grow up to be a healthy and happy member of society. Thus, with each passing generation, every race in our society becomes stronger, more beautiful, and healthier, more fit to manifest our destiny of colonizing the stars.

For this cause did I undertake the arduous physical and mental challenges required to qualify as one of the Seeders for my phenotype. The strain was tremendous, but finally my years of sacrifice and effort paid off. The day that the Bureau of Genealogy granted me the rank of Seeder was the greatest honor of my life. I stood on the stage that day, before a large cheering crowd who hailed me as a hero of the people. I left determined to make my people proud and father many fit and healthy children for my nation.

On my first day as a Seeder, a representative of the Bureau brought me to my new home — an estate in the countryside with 100 acres of immaculate scenery. When I first laid eyes on my new estate, I thought I had died and gone to paradise. The entire estate had been specially constructed according to my personal preferences by a team of expert builders and landscapers.

A small but comfortable house of terracotta brick and white plaster walls rested on the top of a hill. My bedroom was on the second floor. The bedroom had no solid walls; it was essentially a large, roofed balcony, with curtains that could be raised and lowered to expose the room to the view or protect it from the elements. From my large canopy bed, I had a breathtaking view of a fruit orchard, small groves of trees here and there, rolling hills of waving grass, and even a glittering lake of clear water. Here and there, deer and other animals roamed through the estate. Gardeners tended to the flowers and fruit trees, and butterflies and birds floated lazily through the warm summer air. The place was as beautiful and peaceful as I could ever have imagined a place could be.

Since I was born with blond hair and green eyes, I would only be matched up with Bearers of the same phenotype. However, I was free to choose servants from any race and phenotype. My servants were all women, and all beautiful. They all wore long, sweeping skirts in greens and browns (my favorite colors) and nothing else, their breasts exposed. They were of all races and phenotypes other than my own, and all exceedingly graceful and beautiful. Being a servant to a Seeder was an honor highly sought after among girls who had gone through the training to be a Bearer, but who didn’t quite make the final cut. Since they had gone through Bearer training, they were all exceptionally skilled in every facet of the art of giving pleasure. Whenever I asked, they were eager to serve my sexual needs orally or anally, but never vaginally, since they were all of a different phenotype from me, and reproductive intercourse with them would have been illegal.

I was given two months to acclimate myself to my new home before my Seeder duties would begin. I quickly fell into the rhythm of my daily life on my new estate. Each morning the rising sun would wake me, shining through the light curtains. I would sit up in my enormous bed, naked under the soft cotton sheets. Immediately, my servants would bring me breakfast in bed, usually berries with cream, bread, and tea. They would raise the curtains so that I could enjoy the gorgeous view while eating. If I wished, one or two of my servants would gladly crawl into bed with me for a snuggle, a massage, and a quick blowjob.

Then I would rise and go down to the practice field in a clearing among the trees. As a Seeder, I had a responsibility to my people to remain fit and healthy, and to avoid allowing the luxury of my new home to lure me into becoming lazy and fat. In the practice field, I would meet with a world-class martial arts instructor, and we would spend the morning sparring and going through all sorts of rigorous physical exercises together. My servants usually gathered around to watch me in my training, giggling and whispering to each other. They loved admiring my fit form, shirtless and sweaty, as I went through the rigorous training.

Afterwards, three of my servants would accompany me into my spacious walk-in shower to clean up. Two of them would wash me, giggling, while a third would service me orally. Then I would be served my afternoon meal at one of the picnic tables scattered throughout the estate. I’d typically spend the rest of the afternoon and evening lounging on the grassy banks of the lake, reading, occasionally diving into the lake for a quick swim.

Finally, the day of my first Seeding arrived. I had abstained from all sexual activity for the four days prior, in order to build up my seed for this day, and I had spent the last four days in meditation and solemn contemplation on the sacred duty that I was to perform. I had seen the vaginas of my servants, and I had learned all about vaginal sex in my Seeder training, but I had never done it before, and I was nervous. Inside, a small voice hoped that I was up to the task. I was determined to perform well, to honor my people, and to produce at least one child for the nation on this very first Seeding.

I was laying on my bed, reading a book, when the knock came at my door. One of my servants, a pretty brunette, stepped in and said, “My lord, your Bearers have arrived. They are ready to receive your Seed.”

At my nod, the servant stepped aside, and two women stepped into my room. Immediately, my heart started pounding, and my breath caught in my throat. They were the two most beautiful women I had ever seen in my life. It seemed as if two angels had walked into my room.

The one on the left had long, wavy golden hair that flowed past her shoulders and large green eyes. The features of her face were soft, elegant, and sweet, and she moved with a grace that made her seem to float above the ground as she walked. She was wearing a dress of transparent green silk, and I could see her large, round breasts. Her nipples tented the fabric of her dress tantalizingly. Her eyes were open wide, and the expression on her face was one of pure awe and more than a bit of nervousness.

The other woman was slightly taller, with straight yellow hair that fell to just above her shoulders. Her features were angular in a pretty way, with rosebud lips and a slightly upturned nose. Her face didn’t seem as innocent as the woman on the left — rather, I noticed a clever, feisty glint in her eye and a small smile on her lips. She seemed eager, almost… “hungry” was the best word I could think of to describe the way she looked at me. She had a burgundy-colored dress on, also transparent. Through it, I could see that her breasts were slightly smaller but more perky than those of the other woman, and equally appealing to me. She had a way of moving her hips and butt as she walked that made her seem equal parts a dangerous predatory cat and an enticing seductress.

The woman on the left fell to her knees, head bowed. Her sweet, musical voice trembled slightly as she said, “My lord. It is the honor of my life to be in your presence, and to be able to give my womb in the service of our people. My name is Aira.”

The other woman knelt as well, and said in a strong and confident voice, “And I am Kiria. I have awaited this moment my entire life. It almost defies belief that I will finally have the opportunity to reproduce. Whatsoever you desire, my lord, you have but to ask it of me, and it will be yours.”

I rose to my feet. I extended my arms in an open gesture, and said, “You are both welcome here. I, too, am honored beyond words to be able to perform this sacred work with you both in order to give new lives to our people. You may approach me.”

The angelic women looked at each other briefly, unable to keep wide grins from their faces. Aira actually had tears of joy shimmering in her eyes. As one, they rose to their feet, and took several steps toward me with reverence.

“My lord, do you desire to inspect our bodies, in order to see if they are acceptable?” Kiria asked. I swallowed, suppressed a shiver of anticipation and nervousness, and nodded.