Dethroning the King - Chapter 3 - The Fertility Plague

In this chapter, I reveal just how dire the environmental collapse has become, with male fertility beginning to plummet, possibly spelling doom for the entire human race. Supreme Leader Gustav Billings is only concerned about his own virility, however, and will stop at nothing to find a cure for himself.

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Dethroning the King

An original story by Jayse and D.

Chapter 3 - The Fertility Plague

The most powerful man in all of New Angeles had many dark secrets, as is only fitting for one of the most influential and successful dictators in human history. But Gustav Billings’ most closely guarded secret, a secret known by only a tiny cadre of his most advanced biotech scientists, was that the Supreme Leader of New Angeles was infertile. 

The widespread pollution, toxins, and radiation that had poisoned the entire planet struck at all levels of society, high and low, with diseases and cancers being the most obvious ill effects. Infertility, especially in men, had been a steadily growing problem over the past two or three decades, and was just starting to show itself in substantially reduced conception and birth rates. The exact cause of this spreading infertility was unknown - and was likely the combination of a whole host of factors - and had thus far proved to be intractable to even the most advanced science. 

Gustav had discovered his own problem perhaps two decades ago. His constant thoughts of conquest and amassing ever greater power started turning toward thoughts of his legacy, and of establishing a dynasty to rule New Angeles even after he was dead and dust. He had already collected a harem (a ‘stable’, as some called it, when outside the hearing of government ears) of some of the most beautiful women in the world, all of whom had received genetic testing to prove both their fertility and their suitability as prime breeding stock for the Supreme Leader of one of the greatest nation-states in the entire world. And when it came time to father those children, Gustav’s lascivious libido proved to be more than up to the task…but his sperm had not. The Supreme Leader’s swimmers were D.O.A., and unable to achieve conception even in a Petri dish with all of the world’s modern technology at his disposal. 

Gustav Billings was an extraordinarily vain and egotistical man, so the realization that he was sterile, yet another victim of the growing infertility plague, did not go down easy with the man. The cruel dictator began to seek out ever more extreme and often brutal ways to try to restore his virility, and his biotech labs worked night and day on the problem. The semen from countless men was analyzed, looking for some secret to unlock the Supreme Leader’s problem. Healthy young males began to disappear from the various slums and barrios, secretly abducted and brought to Gustav’s secret biotech facilities, where the unfortunate men were the subjects of unspeakably cruel experiments, and were never seen or heard from again. 

All of these efforts had thus far proved to be for naught. But Gustav and his scientists were convinced that, if they could just find the right man, a man of unsurpassed virility, then they might be able to cure the Supreme Leader of his ailment. 

The Supreme Leader eventually turned his eyes to his own government-sponsored bloodsport entertainment, the Ultimate Fighting Tournament. A lightbulb clicked on in the devious dictator’s mind, a mind unbound and uncluttered by concepts such as morals or ethics. Gustav realized that the UFT was perhaps the world’s best and most effective testing ground for male strength, pitting the strongest men in the nation in head-to-head battles where only the very strongest could win…or even survive. This winnowing process must by definition select for the most powerful of men, both in terms of strength and virility! The Supreme Leader decided to cull the fighters from his own bloodsports in order to search for a male virile enough to meet his needs. 

As part of the fight tournament requirements, participants began to be strongly encouraged to submit sperm samples to the UFT medical staff prior to bouts. Reasons for this ‘donation’ weren’t given, but it was widely (if falsely) believed by most of the fighters that such sperm samples would be held in reserve in case a fighter lost his testicles in the arena, a not uncommon occurrence among both winners and losers, given their propensity to brutally and mercilessly attack each other’s family jewels when inside the ring. In reality, however, this sperm was sent directly to Gustav’s laboratories, where top scientists experimented on the prime male spunk in a (so far) unsuccessful attempt to turn the tide on male infertility. 

When Nathan Sorenson came along, Gustav’s hopes began to rise once again. Here was a male of almost unprecedented strength and masculine beauty; surely HE would have some of the most powerful sperm around! But when doctors requested that Nathan submit sperm donations before fights, the young fighter refused. Nathan correctly suspected that something nefarious was being done with men’s sperm, and he didn’t want to be any part of it. 

No amount of pressure or goading seemed to convince Nathan to comply with the UFT’s mandates, so Gustav resorted to more extreme measures. The Supreme Leader arranged for a little ‘accident’ to occur in a local neighborhood marketplace, a traffic accident timed to involve one of the most popular up-and-coming fighters in the UFT league. Gustav knew that the ridiculously gallant young man couldn’t pass up an opportunity to play the hero, and just as it had been planned, Nathan did indeed throw himself into harm’s way, saving a young orphan boy - a meaningless, useless life, surely! - while sacrificing his own. 

The plan had been for Nathan do die in that accident, and for his body to then be rushed to the secret medical headquarters, where his sperm would be harvested and his balls dissected to try to get to the secret of vitality and virility. Unfortunately, the runaway truck, its brake cables cut by a government operative, did its job only too well. When Nathan’s body was crushed between the speeding 5-ton vehicle and a solid concrete wall, the young man’s studly and masculine form was utterly obliterated. No useful tissue could be reclaimed from the scene, and Gustav was left gnashing his teeth over the failure. Many operatives and government officials were quietly executed for this unacceptable failure… 

Gustav’s scientists continued collecting and experimenting on the sperm of UFT fighters, but with very limited success. Gustav had had initial hopes for the mammoth brute known as the Annihilator, but several decades of rampant steroid abuse has shriveled the man’s testicles into useless husks. The gigantic fighter had even gone so far as to have large silicon balls inserted into his depleted scrotum, encasing and protecting his shriveled raisins and making it look like he was a hyper virile male, when in fact his tiny testes were only barely functional, and didn’t produce any living sperm. 

The only success the scientists had achieved thus far was with tinkering with the sperm of healthy males, and then using this modified sperm to conceive children with healthy females. The hope was to create offspring with enhanced strength and virility, the super human race that all dictators had dreamed of at least once in their brutal careers. These tests had thus far only resulted in partial success; the children thus conceived where indeed fantastically strong, true monsters of muscle and power, but they were also deformed, especially in their faces. Worst of all, every last one of these experimental children was born completely sterile. Further work in this direction had been all but abandoned by the scientists. 

Gustav’s hopes sprang anew when he first laid eyes on a 16-year-old Zach. The young man was simply stunning, very clearly the son of the legendary Nathan Sorenson, and already looking poised to eclipse even his extraordinary sire. The Supreme Leader saw his best chances yet at a cure in the handsome features, gorgeous physique, and enticingly huge bulge of the talented young teen. 

The only problem remained how to obtain the young man’s top quality spunk. Gustav wasn’t surprised when, like his father before him, Zach refused to deposit his sperm as part of his UFT contract. But the dictator now knew better than to resort to extreme measures like abduction or murder to obtain the desired fluids. No, he’d learned from his mistakes, and this time he would use far more devious methods to obtain a sample of Zach’s male essence. In fact, he had an inside man who was ready and willing to do the Supreme Leader’s dirty work for him, and all Gustav had to do was give the signal…