(this part is exposition heavy because it’s a world I want to write in more, I have a ton of ideas for it. It’s more interesting to me than more generic worlds because it does have a bit more structure and conflict. I don’t plan to lose interest in it, I have other sections half written. Let me know what you think as I go along. :) )
Introduction- snuff, dubcon/ soft noncon, shooting (other methods coming).
In the future, fertility rates have gone haywire. Women can still get pregnant, but natural pregnancies are rare and most women are cloned, because men are rare. Men are not ‘uncommon’ where a college might only have one or two. They were -rare-. India has four, China has four, the US has 3, many countries have a single man, or none at all. These men are added to the list of celebrities, most of them were as well known as major actors. Women are more numerous than ever before, they hold the jobs, they are the politicians, the President of the United States has been a woman every year for over a century. Every store, every bank, all owned by women, and men still held the power.
Men didn’t work, laws didn’t apply to them, they didn’t use money, and they were obeyed. They weren’t seen as the other side of the same species, they were seen as gods. Male births only came from natural births, to be fucked by a man was a huge honor, to get pregnant by him was a point of pride that would carry through a lifetime. Even by a man, the odds of a male baby were exceptionally low, and the woman who gave birth to a boy was a superstar, people would ask for her autograph decades later.
It was into this world that Jacob Murray had been born. He was raised to be aware of how special he was. He watched the news, he knew that there were too many people in the world, overpopulation was causing problems, but he was raised by a kind mother she never told him no, he was never refused anything that wouldn’t put him in danger, but she tried to teach him that he had virtually unlimited influence in the world and he should try to use that to make it a better place. Hedonism and cruelty on smaller scales were fine and expected of him, but she tried to teach him to spare a thought for bigger picture issues, fixing problems.
Of course, in a world this odd, that meant something different to him that it once might have.
He was walking down the street in a new town one night, whistling and smiling under the clear, starry sky. It was a nice spring evening and he was looking around. Like most men, he didn’t have one home that was his, he was welcome to stay in any home he liked, wherever he happened to be when he felt like it, by law. It was customary to establish sort of a home base when he came to a town, but he had just driven in and was seeing what fun stuff they had to do.
He heard what sounded like crying and pleading and went to investigate. There were two women on the next street, one was probably 40, very pretty and still in excellent shape, while the other was a teenage punk, skinny and pale with dyed black hair and several piercings. The punk was holding the woman at gunpoint, her hand shaking, but her eyes hard. The woman pleaded “Please, please don’t do this! I can give you money. Please, I have a family waiting at home.” she looked so frightened.
The young punk didn’t lower the gun “It’s nothing personal, I have nowhere to go, I have no options but joining the gang, and they won’t let me unless I prove loyalty.”
Jacob stepped forward and cleared his throat. “Good evening ladies.” Both jumped, turning to him and staring in shock. “You’re…you’re Jacob Murray” the young punk said in awe. The older woman had seemingly forgotten her danger. Most women went their entire life without ever seeing a real man in person. Jacob nodded “I am, see?” He unzipped and dropped his pants, both were more amazed at the sight of a real cock than they would have been if he had been packing a gold bar in his pants instead. Years of conditioning and indoctrination kicked in and both girls were struck by an urge to touch and worship it, and him in general.
Jacob smiled and looked pointedly at the gun. “Now that isn’t very nice, is it?” The would be killer lowered her hands. “I’m sorry sir..there’s just so many women, not enough jobs….I got desperate.”
He nodded “I understand. The world isn’t a perfect place.” He held out a hand “Give it to me.” She handed him the weapon without hesitation, the idea of disobeying never crossed her mind. He smiled “Good girl” her cheeks flushed red and her belly felt warm at the praise. He continued “Now get on your knees, I’m going to shoot you in the head, for being mean and to start fixing the overpopulation.”
The red flush in her cheeks drained immediately and the girl paled. “Sir? Please sir….can’t I just leave? Please?” She looked as frightened as the older woman had a couple minutes earlier.
Jacob shook his head “No, you said it yourself, this area is overpopulated, you are a perfectly reasonable place to start fixing it. You wouldn’t disobey me would you? You don’t want all people say about you to be that you refused an order from a man?”
She shook her head quickly, fighting back tears. She was scared of dying, but there was nothing more shameful than opposing a man, disobeying would be nearly as bad as trying to hurt him. All the religion the world still had revolved around the honor of serving and obeying men if they ever got the chance, people would spit when they heard her name.
She sank to her knees “No sir. I would never disobey you.” She seemed younger and smaller than before, full of guilt at what she had nearly done, to Jacob as well as to the woman, a random stranger she had nearly killed. She looked at him as she obeyed, big eyes filled with one last hope. “I’m a good girl?”
He smiled and pet her on the head. Now that she was obeying, his (by modern standards) decent nature came through and he could give her that kindness. “Yes, you are a good girl.” He gave her just a moment to bask in his praise before he raised the gun and fired. She dropped without so much as a squeak, killed instantly, her body twitched on the ground. Jacob pulled a card from his pocket, leaving it on the corpse to mark this as the work of a man, so there would be no investigation.
The woman he had saved fell to her knees in front of him “Thank you, oh thank you sir! I’m not worth you taking the time out of your night to save, but I am grateful you did. Is there anything I can do to serve you?”
He thought for a moment. “I don’t have a place picked out to stay, take me to your home, I’ll meet your family, and tomorrow I can decide the best thing to do next.”