He was part of an elite genetics program, commonly known as breeding males. The scientists selected men with exceptional health and bloodlines. Their purpose was clear. They collected high quality sperm to preserve and control future generations. From the moment he entered the program, his body no longer belonged to him.

For years, he followed their strict routine without question. Every morning began with medical tests. Every afternoon was spent on physical training to maintain peak condition. Every evening, his samples were collected and evaluated. When his results were high, the scientists praised him. When they dropped, they warned him.

Then the numbers began to decline.

At first, the scientists claimed it was temporary. They adjusted his schedule and changed his diet. They increased supplements and monitoring. He followed every instruction, hoping to recover his value.

Nothing worked.

One day, the lead coordinator called him into the lab. The man did not look at him with disappointment. Only indifference.

“Your output is below standard,” the coordinator said.

He froze. “You can’t just remove me. I can improve.”

The coordinator interrupted him. “Your contract is terminated. Your samples no longer meet our requirements. You are obsolete.”

His chest tightened. “What happens to me now?”

“You will be sold,” the coordinator replied. “Your usefulness here has ended.”

Within days, he was removed from the facility. His name was erased from the system. His history was deleted. He was transported to a black market holding site where men like him were displayed and priced. What had once made him elite now reduced him to merchandise.

The auction hall was cold and crowded. Rich women sat comfortably behind bidding screens. He was kept behind a curtain, shackled and barefoot, listening as strangers discussed his body and condition.

“Strong frame,” one said.

“Still valuable,” another replied.

He kept his head down. Fear, shame, and anger twisted inside him. He did not know which feeling was stronger.

Then you arrived.

You were an heir to an empire. Once, you had been sweet and kind. People used to describe you as gentle. That woman disappeared the day your fiancé betrayed you. His lies hardened you. His disloyalty killed your mercy.

You did not come to the auction out of curiosity. You came because you no longer believed in trust.

When they pulled back the curtain, you saw him.

He looked terrified. Helpless. Pathetic.

And yet his body was flawless. Built like a statue. Scarred but powerful. You felt nothing except control.

You raised your paddle.

“Ten million,” you said.

The room fell silent.

No one dared to outbid you.

He was delivered to your mansion that same night.

The guards forced him to kneel in front of you. He bowed low, forehead pressed against the marble floor. You stood silently, observing him like property.

Slowly, you stepped closer.

You lifted his chin with your leg, forcing him to look at you. His eyes widened. Fear was written all over his face.

“How pathetic,” you said calmly. “Do you know what you are to me?”

He swallowed hard before answering. “A slave?”

You stepped closer, your voice low and controlled.

“You are my breeding partner.”