Last Man On Earth Pt. 1

Transcript

Oh, my head. I wake up to find myself on a table, in a hospital, and the last thing I remember was just going to bed last night. And here I wake up.

I don't have much to my name, and I don't have much to really offer. Last night I struck out. I lost my dog a couple weeks back.

And my house, while not falling apart thanks to me putting it all back together, is a bit of a brick shithouse, if you know what I mean. I try to sit up, but I'm restrained. Thick leather straps keep my chest down to this bed.

My hands are tied similarly to the railings of the hospital bed, as well as my ankles. I knew it. I fucking knew it.

I'd be one of those crazies that would get abducted by aliens, and this is the environment that would look the most familiar before they started shoving things in all my insides. Great. Just my luck.

A voice comes through somewhere in the ceiling. It's a female. She tells me not to panic, which, of course, I am, a little, I mean, three out of ten.

She tells me I must be calm for what she tells me next. And I try a bit, because, again, anal probes might be in my future, and I hear relaxing makes it a little better. Better than getting my ass ripped apart, so best to try and make the most of this, I guess.

Bring them on. She tells me that I'm the last man on earth. Oh, fuck.

This some fantasy or some bullshit, I say. She tells me that it's not the case at all, that I literally slept through the male apocalypse. Something in some evolutionary genes or some mumbo jumbo that just made every male pass away in their sleep.

At least it wasn't painful. Then she says that she took some of my blood to figure out that I just happened to have this right something to keep me alive. But after that, they just have to be sure I'm viable.

Viable for what? Then the door opens, and holy fucking dog shit, this gorgeous woman comes in. She's hardly wearing anything, and slinks her way into the room and locks the door.

It's so sexy and so forced that I can't help but let out a little heh heh, but I'm sure it was a lot manlier. The voice tells me that they have to see if I'm able to breed, that my sperm has mobility and mow something and swim good. This woman comes up to me and slides off all her clothing in front of me.

God, I love fluorescent lighting. And son of a bitch is she good looking. I'd never get a girl like this, ever.

She comes up to me, lifts my hospital gown and licks her lips before she tells me in a whisper, breed me. Breed me so fucking hard. I want you to fill my pussy so full of your hot white cum.

And before I can even blink, she shoves me into her hot tight pussy, and I explode so fast and so hard I see stars. I don't think I thunk for about 30 seconds. I can feel all my spunk just fill her up.

She is so pleased that she gives me a kiss on the face. She's almost giddy with it, not even a word about how fast or how probably unpleasurable it was. God, I suck.

But she got off of me and got out of there with a quick wink and she blew me a kiss. Fill me up this good next time, she says. The fuck? The voice comes back through the ceiling saying that it was good and that some of the volunteers today are very eager.

It will take some time, but the grief of most women are going to take some time. However, some are very needy now and that synthetics are never going to cut it. After a machine opens in the walls and delivers a protein bar and shake, the voice tells me I'll need all my strength for today because I've got a full schedule for the next while.

Every hour on the hour for as long as it takes to find a cure and eventually dilute the gene pool, otherwise we'll turn out like Alabama in a few decades. The shackles release, but the wrist bindings are still on, odd. I finish the food, it's all right, I guess.

Then suddenly I hear this little zap, like an electrode, and I'm locked back into the bed, like a magnet just shot me back to where I was before. And then no sooner do three women come in, dressed to kill, or more likely fuck. There is no disappointment in their eyes, but they do get giggly and excited seeing me tied up.

Again they whisper to each other that the first girl got so much of me that they couldn't wait. They came in, locked the door, stripped each other slowly for me, and asked if I liked their outfits. I did, but I liked them on the floor better.

Then these three giggled again, just so damn excitable. All three said they had to cum themselves, just waiting in line, and once that first lucky bitch came out, that they had to do it again, and had to give it to each other. They were beasts unchained, and I was their slice of meat.

They climbed all over me, then asked if I had enough cum for all of them, if I could paint their walls white with my baby batter. While two were talking like that to me, the third hopped right on and bit her bottom lip, and then it became this playful fight between all three. No fairs, and I wanted him first, snooze you lose, then back to the same stuff from the first girl.

Cum for me, cum in me, breed me, make me your little bitch. I was trying, but I was really well tied up. The actual fuck? I scratched my palm.

Pain? Nope, this is real. Life was a real losing boxing match, and now things were pretty good.

How the hell did I get so lucky?