Author: Sterling
Title: Wielding the Royal Testicle
Summary: The new king must father many children, but he is a gay man with
no interest in women. His solution is to donate one of his testicles
to each of two men, whose lives are then devoted to fathering as
many of the king's children as they can. One of them also
delights in a life partner. Keywords: MF, Mf, romance, 1st, preg,
ScFi, history, rape, reluc, coer

NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 7/31/2022.

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Wielding the Royal Testicle

Chapter 1

The King is dead. Long live the King! King Ebenezer had been
failing for a few weeks. Now he was dead and his son Rudolf had
assumed the throne of Saxonia.

Everyone was uneasy, of course. Things under Ebenezer had been
so-so. Mostly people had enough to eat. The taxes weren't too
bad. No enemy armies had come marching through to rape and
pillage. Rudolf instituted no sweeping changes in his first weeks
as sovereign. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

David Smith was the younger son of a prosperous merchant in his
village. He had a junior position in his father's business, but
was hoping for more in life, somehow. A month after Rudolf
acceded to the throne David had been quietly tapped by one of the
king's agents and invited to participate in a contest. And an odd
contest it was indeed. Over the course of 48 hours, he was to
impregnate as many women as possible. David asked why he had been
chosen, and the agent informally suggested it was largely his
appearance. He was a tall man, rugged and handsome. Square jaw,
dark brown eyes, and at age twenty in the prime of life.

What the agent surely didn't know is that David also loved sex.
Sexual intercourse with females, that is. Life had many
pleasures, but most of the time there was a fair chance of
disappointment. When puberty stirred within him, he had not been
deterred from masturbation by warnings of immorality -- his sex
drive was too strong. It did lead to pleasure and release, and he
repeated the act daily. But something wasn't quite right -- he
still wasn't satisfied. He wanted sex with a real girl, and at
the age of 14 he had his first chance. He would never forget that
first time his penis tip was poised at a girl's vaginal opening,
and he pressed in, and she gave way around him and hugged him
tight. He pressed in more and more, and the embrace was slick and
hot too, and within seconds his orgasm began. Inside of this
girl, something more amazing was happening than ever happened
when he was by himself. Yes, there was the pleasure of sensation
and release, which suffused his whole body and seized his brain.
He felt the stuff of life shooting out of him and into her. But
beyond that it felt satisfying and complete in a way that
masturbation never had.

Most of the things we like best become less exciting with time.
That first evening sharing ale with others in the tavern. The
first taste of a peach, or a strawberry. That terrific steak. But
each repetition makes it less special. David still enjoyed all
those things, but he was always aware that they fell short
compared to the first time.

When it came to romance, much was the same. The girl who seemed
so exciting during that first conversation was much less so by
the third. And when it came to sex itself, there was certainly
variability. Some women were sexier than others, some vaginas
were tighter and more alluring than others. The physical
sensation of some orgasms were better than others. But there was
that one thing -- the sense of completion and satisfaction --
that was always the same. To press deep inside a female and
ejaculate there -- that deep satisfaction never wavered or faded.

In his village many girls had sighed as he walked by, hoping
against hope that he might choose her as his wife. A few married
women had seduced him, and a few reckless girls, and the rumor
was that one had gotten pregnant. He was appealing because of his
good looks and ready wit, and no doubt because his economic
prospects were favorable. But as he got more experience in the
world, he wondered if there was a contribution from his ferocious
desire to mate, never wavering, that stirred something within the
female as well. Impregnation is mostly a matter of the physical,
but if there is a part that comes from the will, David had the
will to impregnate that had no equal.

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The contest was to be held in another village, some distance
away. The site was a comfortable middle-class house with several
bedrooms. The organizers would provide him with the women, all
selected as best they could tell to be fertile. The women would
be as cooperative as they could possibly be in helping him to
make them pregnant, as they had been instructed to do their best
and knew there would be unpleasant consequences if they fell
short. He was not allowed to see any of the fertile women in
advance, and they would be presented to him in an order chosen by
the organizers.

He tried to get a good night's sleep, though the anxiety of what
was to come made it difficult. He ate a large breakfast and drank
lots of water. He took a brisk walk. A light touch of sweet
butter was an excellent lubricant for the actual mating. And then
as the clock struck noon he took off all his clothes and entered
the room where his first mate waited, also naked.

"Sure is weird, but let's get right to it," he said with a smile.
"I've heard doggy style works best." He wouldn't have called her
pretty, and she was no virgin or even terribly young. But she was
a female, and the first sight of her had gotten his cock growing,
and within seconds it was at full hardness.

The woman smiled and presented herself. Her less-than-pretty face
was then turned away from him, and he saw a rather large female
rear end with a pussy opening. He slid the lips apart, slid his
cock in, and orgasm immediately became inevitable. He pressed in
once, twice, three times, and as his tip bumped the deep end of
her pussy on his third lunge, semen shot out of him and into her.
Total satisfaction. He leaned over the woman's shoulder and
whispered, "That's not my idea of how to make love, you
understand, but I hope for both our sakes that it takes... Good
luck!"

One down... how many to go?

He was off to the next room. This was a pretty girl, and young --
young but definitely the age to get pregnant. His cock had
started flagging somewhat, but the sight of this beauty had it
growing again.

"Hey there, gorgeous. Sure is weird, isn't it?" Doggy style might
work best in general, but he wanted this girl from the front.
Admiring her golden hair, flawless skin, big blue eyes, firm
breasts, he mounted her. Her smooth inner thighs came together in
that alluring female way, and he spread the lips to expose the
magical opening, aimed his cock, and shoved. She winced briefly
-- a virgin? -- but quickly her face displayed an entirely
encouraging smile. Her female perfection might have made him want
to make the experience last, but this was a contest. Still,
having come so recently it was a full two minutes before he
gasped as he inseminated her. Total satisfaction. He told her to
stay there, as he might be back.

Another woman, rather ordinary, but possessed, as ordinary women
are, with an entirely alluring pussy. His cock was still hard. He
wondered how he might get an edge in this contest. His penis
quite possibly still had some fresh semen coating the tip or just
inside, and maybe that would be enough without his body needing
to plumb his depths for another whole load? It took only the
tiniest amount, they said.

He mounted her from the rear, slid in deep, and pretended to come
on the third stroke. Once more he leaned over the young woman and
said something friendly and sympathetic, and kissed her cheek. He
didn't know what might increase the chances of conception, but a
happy woman seemed like it might help.

Since he hadn't actually come in her, his cock didn't wilt. If
anything it got harder, a bit incensed perhaps that David hadn't
let him finish the act. Sliding his cock into the next pussy from
the rear, he now gave his cock free rein, and within a few
minutes his body responded just as nature intended, and he pulsed
some sperm up inside of her. He'd been at this all of an hour,
and tried to make four women pregnant. He took a peek at the next
woman in line. Definitely on the heavy side. "Hey, dear woman,
doggy style, rear end facing me, please? They say it works best.
I'll be a minute."

He then retreated to the room of the pretty girl and decided it
was a good time to rest. He sat on the bed next to the girl and
drank some fresh juice. "Hey, fair lass," he said. "It's a
contest, right? Could you work me all over, touch me everywhere,
let me know how sexy you think I am, and how much you'd like me
to stick it into you and come again up there? Or at least
pretend."

"No need to pretend," she said with a smile. One hand tenderly
stroked his hair, while she nibbled his ear gently, and placed
his near hand on her breast. That was very effective... "Should I
make sure this guy is really in the mood?" she said, looking at
his half-hard cock and licking her lips.

"No, my beauty, but a wonderful thought. You've already got a
pussy-full... On to the next!"

"Good luck!"

Cock hardened by the pretty one, he went to visit Mrs. Fat Butt.
He only needed to concern himself with one small specific part of
her, and he focused on that spot, pulling her labia apart while
also shoving a fair hunk of butt cheeks out of the way. That gave
him enough room... He felt his tip make contact with moisture,
and then with a shove felt it go up into her body... Not a lot,
but definitely inside. Quick strokes, one to ten, and then he
came. Not the most copious spurts, and not so far in, but likely
to work, if she was fertile. And... total satisfaction.

Soon it took him a full 45 minutes before he could get it up to
be ready for his next mate. And then by midnight he could no
longer put off the need to sleep. He wasn't sure what would be
best, but he ordered up the pretty girl and had her lie snuggled
against him to one side. And he had the sexiest of his other past
mates sit above his head, with legs spread wide. He couldn't
smell anything, but he sort of figured his body could still
benefit. He hoped that whatever sort of vapors his nose took in
would motivate his balls to work overtime to make more sperm.

Up in the morning... More screwing. Several times he only
pretended to come, hoping that semen left over from his last
ejaculation just might be enough.

A second pretty girl showed up on his dance card, and he chose
her to spend the second night with. More mating, and a few final
frantic attempts as the noon hour approached.

Finally the 48 hours were up. He hoped he'd done well in the
contest. Win or lose, he surely had had a fantastic time giving
his best performance.

David returned to his village. It takes a while to tell whether a
woman is pregnant or not. Those who ran the contest were in a
hurry, apparently. All these women had been chosen for having
regular periods, so the organizers took one missed period as an
indication of success.

Five weeks later the king's men informed David with a smile that
he had won! He was given a ride in a comfortable coach to the
palace and then in a meeting with palace officials told what
reward awaited him:

He was to be castrated.

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King Rudolf was eager to father lots of children -- to make
princes and princesses! There was one small problem, however. He
found grown women to be sexually repulsive. When he thought about
the prospect of actually penetrating one, he began to get queasy.

He knew what he wanted. He wanted men! He wanted men who would
penetrate him in the butt and ejaculate inside of him! He wanted
lots of such men. If it was up to him -- and it now was very much
up to him! -- he might want ten of them a day. He had already
been experimenting. About one a week now... As for who to draft,
he realized he had to be sensitive here. In general the king
could order anyone to do anything, but he could not order a man
to penetrate him. Most men could not get an erection to do that
job, even if their lives were at stake. Fortunately there were
enough men in the kingdom who were not just willing but eager to
do the very thing he wanted. They had already done it with other
men and were delighted to do it to the king.

Oh, he wanted to have orgasms, and he did. At some point before,
during or after the other man penetrating him, he would have an
orgasm, and royal semen would shoot out of him. But the semen had
to go into a woman to do the job nature had in mind for it. In
theory servants could capture his production and quickly wisk it
away to a waiting vagina. But this would detract seriously from
the joy of his own sexual encounter and would be unlikely to work
very well in any case.

But he had an idea. Everyone was shocked at first, but he was the
king. The court physicians were unsure if it would work, but they
immediately tried it on a dozen bewildered and unhappy subjects.
In a few weeks it appeared that the procedure had worked as
intended. They could offer no guarantees, but the king was the
king and was willing to take his chances.

It was to be a testicle swap. Two of his male subjects with the
usual sexual desire for women would be castrated, and each would
donate one of his testicles to the king, to keep him manly and
sexually interested. But the key element, from the point of view
of the king and his desire to reproduce, is that each of the
winners would be fitted with one of the king's own precious
testicles. The winner's life task, then, would be to impregnate
as many girls and women as possible -- to let the king's seed
spread far and wide!

Some ordinary kings had a few children. It was rarely as many as
ten from a single queen. If a queen died and he took another
wife, another ten was possible. While in theory there was no end
to the number of royal bastards he could father, a king had other
things to do, things of great importance and pleasure, and
spitting sperm up inside of females was only one of many duties
-- even for kings who found that a pleasant one.

Rudolf decreed that royal bastards were to be treated the same as
legitimate royal children, because he was hoping the recipients
of his testicles would impregnate a great many women outside of
the bond of matrimony.

The two male subjects who would receive his testicles must be
young, healthy, and imbued with a strong desire and demonstrated
ability to impregnate females. They would continue to do this,
with the one small matter of the Royal Testicle substituted for
their own. They would use their demonstrated impregnation ability
more than they ever could have in ordinary life -- it was in fact
their new sole purpose in life: to impregnate on behalf of His
Majesty the King.

The royal advisers agreed that the way to find the best men would
be to hold a contest. The two who impregnated the most females
would be the winners.

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David looked at his male equipment, now completely recovered from
surgery. It worked just fine when he tested it in solo mode,
achieving full erection easily enough and spurting out semen
after he rubbed it for a short while. He hadn't actually lost
both of his own God-given testicles. The surgeons had left one of
his own, but made very sure with clips and snips that no sperm it
produced could ever emerge. It did continue to have whatever
other effects a testicle might have -- perhaps it was an
important part of what had made him such an avid and effective
impregnator. But the other testicle -- the new one, the important
one -- was the king's. And the rest of his life was to be spent
fucking fertile women and trying to make them pregnant with the
king's seed. He was the King's Impregnator.

It surely had its appeal. Lots of men were too poor to ever take
a wife or father a baby on the side. Some who were not the
poorest might have a child or two but risk losing them to
disease, or famine, or as a soldier claimed by the king's army.
Prosperous farmers or tradesmen might have a half dozen.

But all such men, whatever their prospects for reproduction
within marriage, spent their lives glancing at an entire parade
of attractive women, both the nubile and the more ordinary, and
know they were forever off limits. The one man exempt from these
limitations traditionally was the King. As wielder of the Royal
Testicle, David now had not just permission but active
encouragement to mate with any female he fancied. His life was to
be organized by the Royal Insemination Ministry.

Just why the King had chosen to give away his testicles rather
than keep them and use them like anybody else was a closely
guarded secret. The Ministry said only that there were reasons
why the King could not use his testicles himself to reproduce.
David knew nothing beyond that himself. The best guess was that
he was impotent, perhaps having some defect in his penis.

David would have some specific responsibilities. He and the other
man of his rank would need to do their best to impregnate the
Queen and any other royal concubines the king took -- a move used
traditionally to cement alliances with other kingdoms.

Who was off limits? His advisers told him it would be unwise to
inseminate the wives or daughters of the high-ranking officials
of the court and kingdom. Even an absolute sovereign had good
reason not to gratuitously make enemies in high places.

He later asked about secret liaisons proposed by a surprising
number of such women and girls, and was told that the
consequences of detection were just too high. David was annoyed
to find himself thwarted from having his way in the underwear of
some particularly alluring well-bred patrician lass, and then
amused at his reaction. But the availability of the other 99.9%
of the adult female population did not completely make this
annoyance go away.

But as for the others, it was open season. If his whim was to
inseminate a girl or woman who struck his fancy, he did so with
the backing of the King, and woe unto anyone who tried to
interfere, whether the woman herself, possessive male relatives
or her own husband.

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David had to start somewhere, and he decided to choose an
unmarried commoner from the streets of the capital city. A young
one too. All else being equal, young was always good.

"Come with me, by order of the king," said one if his
accompanying guards.

They brought her to a room in the palace.

The guard said, "You gotta let him do it to you, by order of the
king. Be cooperative or you'll regret it."

The guard left David alone with the girl.

"What... What's going on?"

"My job is to try to make as many women and girls pregnant as I
can. You're my first."

"But, but... I'm not married... I don't know you... I don't want
a baby yet."

Assurances that honor and lavish support for the baby would be
forthcoming did not mollify her.

So with a tone of command, he ordered her to expose her vagina
and lie back so he could get at her, and she obeyed. It was
David's penis that got hard seeing a luscious available female.
It was David who pressed it into the reluctant girl with
enthusiasm. It was David who rapidly rose to excitement, brewed
semen in his loins, and shot it up into the girl. The key bit,
the part that determined who the child would resemble, was from
the king's testicle, but all the rest was from David.

"Thank you kindly," said David. "Perhaps that wasn't your
favorite thing, but it's all over."

As he went on to other girls and women, David rapidly found
himself shedding sympathy and compassion. His job was to fuck and
impregnate. Their job was to expose their pussy and let him get
at it. While fear kept most from expressing it openly, he
suspected that at a gut level most women reacted negatively to
the experience. Positive reactions were nice if he thought they
were genuine, but he more and more ignored hints of a negative
reaction. An occasional burst of anger typically increased his
lust -- I'll show you who's the boss! He did however engage a few
elderly women to talk with the girls and women after the fact, to
offer what solace they could while explaining the real material
benefits to be expected if they did conceive.

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"Your Majesty," said David, giving a deep bow to Queen Matilda.

"You are rather handsome," said the woman with a hard laugh.

"Why thank you. You are truly beautiful. The king was ...
fortunate to find one as fair as you."

"Oh, no need to flatter me... I suppose you know why you are
here?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. To help you bear the King's child."

"Well, say it in plain language."

"Well, um..." If there were rules as to how discuss such a
subject with royalty, he had no idea what they were. "I am to
leave semen in your most royal feminine organ."

"Ah, c'mon, you can do better than that!"

"If you expose your vagina to me in a suitable position, I am to
penetrate it with my erect penis, thrust in and out repeatedly,
and then ejaculate the seed of the King inside of your vagina...
Preferably deep inside." He could imagine having his head chopped
off for such impertinence...

"You're s'posed to fuck my cunt hard, come deep inside, spit our
your jizz, and knock me up!"

"Well, that is a more earthy way to put it."

"I'm a dirty woman, they'd say. I like to play with myself down
there and get good feelings. Orgasms. Woman orgasms. They say
really good men do it with their tongues down there before they
stick their dick in. I want you to do that."

"Certainly, Your Majesty," said David. "I never have before, but
I will do my very best to learn how..."

"You, the king's personal fucker, and you've never done that? ...
Well, I guess it makes sense. Your job is to make 'em pregnant,
not make 'em happy."

David gave a wan smile.

The queen said, "Well, let's start by getting naked..." The queen
too was going to expose herself fully? "First, suck my nipples!"

David hesitated. He was obeying a royal command, but those
breasts sure did look luscious. His compliment on her appearance
had required no flattery. The king had had a pretty young thing
chosen as his wife, and David was going to be the beneficiary.
The queen gasped and moaned at his sucking, while he fingered her
other nipple with his hand. Then it was time to switch...

"Oh, that was nice... very nice!" said the queen, sounding like
any other female rather than a royal personage. "Now... down
below! Try different things. I'll let you know what works..."

The queen spread her legs, and David began licking... "Towards
the center more... And a bit harder... I may be the queen but I'm
made of the same stuff as an ordinary woman..."

David quickly found a motion that worked, and an alternate motion
that added spice, and shifted between the two. The queen seemed
about as happy and excited as a person can seem, and then... she
came! He had never experienced a woman's orgasm before. She
thrust her pelvis up hard enough that he feared he would have a
bruise on his nose.

"Ah, that was great... just great! Let me kiss you!" David had
heard that prostitutes never let their clients kiss them, as it
was too intimate, and here was the queen... It was not a long
kiss, but it seemed genuine.

Drawing back, she gulped and said, "Now's the hard part. I'm a
virgin, of course. I'm not sure what to expect."

"I have had sex with many virgins..."

"You mean, deflowered them..."

"I suppose, but... I would recommend just thinking about how it
actually feels and not worrying about words."

"OK, I will take your advice," she said, still a bit pale.

He mounted her gently, aimed his cock, spread her lips just a
little, and pushed it in just a bit. He had never felt a vagina
that was so hot and wet. But he had never penetrated the vagina
of a woman who had just had an orgasm -- that was likely the
difference. He pulled back a fraction of an inch, and then went
in a fraction, over and over. "Now there's a ring of muscle to
get through, and it helps if you try to relax it," he said.

"OK, I'll try," she said. She had no trouble relaxing it enough
that his penis could worm its way through. As he went in and out
slowly, it opened a bit more. A fraction of an inch at a time, he
forced his organ in deeper. "When is it going to hurt?" she said.

"I can't promise anything," said David, "but in my experience and
from what I've heard, if it hasn't hurt by now it's not going to
hurt at all... at least not that way, not that 'deflowering'
business."

"Does that mean I wasn't a virgin?"

"Not at all." He pumped in and out, with slightly longer strokes,
getting deeper. "But in any case I won't say a word in case some
people are misinformed."

"So... what happens now?"

He decided to risk a bit of humor. "I fuck your cunt hard, come
deep inside, spit out my jizz, and knock you up."

She recognized her own words and smiled. "And that won't hurt
either?"

"Shouldn't... Maybe take a minute to think about how it feels. My
other women never have orgasms, of course, like you did, but the
ones who accept their fate and don't fight it -- they often
really just like the way it feels."

"OK," said the queen. David thrust harder. This royal virgin,
cunt like silk, hot and wet... He couldn't last long even if he
wanted to... In thirty seconds he pushed a little deeper than
before, gasped, and said, "Oh, yes, yes, yes!" as he spurted a
copious load up into the Queen. As his excitement faded, he
reflected with a touch of disappointment that it was the king's
load, not his.

"You're done... I can tell... I guess it's pretty obvious," said
the Queen. "It really did feel very good -- much better than I
had feared! ... So I guess you go now," she said, with a touch of
disappointment.

"That's up to you. Some people like to stay together and...
'snuggle' after sex for a while."

"Oh, that sounds wonderful..." They lay intertwined. Occasionally
after he had inseminated an alluring woman who had seemed
genuinely enthusiastic, he had asked if they might snuggle a
while. They always said yes, and always left it to him to decide
when he had had enough.

Fifteen minutes later he felt his cock rising to readiness once
more. At first he tried to shield it from the queen, but it was
hopeless. She was a great lay, but he feared that with one
misstep...

"Can you do it again?" she asked hopefully. "Is being hard like
that enough, or is other stuff required?"

"No, that is enough. Would you like me to lick you like I did
before?"

"No, not that. I just want it to go straight in... I mean, if you
don't mind? Would you like to?"

He would like to very much, as an animal, as a man, and as the
Royal Fucker.

The Queen smiled when he had worked his cock in. "Dump more jizz,
whenever you want!" she said with a twinkle in her eye. "What's
that rude expression? 'Cum dump?' But now that's just what I
want. I want my cunt to be a cum dump."

Seconds later David lunged deep, his male parts twitched, and he
dumped cum in the royal cum dump.

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Insemination just cannot be a full-time job, and David had time
for walks, sitting in on various court entertainment, lots of
daydreaming, and all the other things a man does when he has
leisure. But at night time -- at night he wanted a girl to sleep
with.

Among his snuggling companions, David sometimes encountered a
lovely young woman who appealed to him especially, and he invited
her to be his bed mate. They both knew that she would earn
privileges and she always accepted. Typically he fucked her as
soon as they were both in bed for the night. If he woke and found
his excitement surging, he would do her again. If he felt like it
again in the morning, he fucked her yet again. In between times,
he liked the human warmth and companionship. If his lust did not
demand an immediate mating, he fondled and caressed his appealing
bed partners before sex. He was open to taking such action at any
point during the day too, with the right woman who showed the
right attitude.

Some of the girls were very enthusiastic. He might have thought
they were in love with him. But surely being his regular girl
would confer great privilege onto her, so it was likely that a
girl's feelings for him were not genuine. A few times he sensed
this, including the first time he asked a girl to come back a
second night and then a third. He experimented with other repeat
encounters, but they were always a disappointment. Mostly one
luscious, lovely girl for a single night worked best.

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David's first mode of operation was to ride through the capital
city and surrounding communities on horseback, with a few
attendants and his carriage, a team provided by the Royal
Insemination Ministry.

When he saw a woman who interested him, he gave a subtle sign to
his lieutenant and then rode on, looking for more mates. After he
returned, his chosen mate would be in the inside of the carriage
(with shades drawn), usually completely naked. The girls and
women were often pale and often nervous, but mostly they were
quiet and still. The implications of struggling had been made
clear to them. David dropped his trousers and underpants,
mounted, and with lustful glee penetrated the female. In whatever
time frame felt right to him, he stuffed his stiff cock in deep
and ejaculated -- claiming another win for the king. If a girl
was alluring he took her naked and on her back. If sexy but not
quite so alluring, he might take her from the rear. In that case
he would have her stay clothed, and simply flip the skirt up and
pull the undergarment down before a penetration, a deeper
penetration, a very deep penetration, and an insemination.

This woman was then in the service of the King. Her name and
address were recorded by the Royal Insemination Ministry for
future tracking. She was fitted with a prominent necklace
announcing her as property of the king and off-limits to the
sexual advances of others -- including her husband, if she was
married. But the Ministry was not satisfied with the honor
system. The woman's vagina was also fitted with a covering and
the seal of the King. There was room for menstrual blood to seep
out as needed. Removing the covering was easy enough, but
replicating the unbroken seal of the King was impossible. Until
released from service, no one but David could have sexual
relations with her.

This procedure was effective in deterring other men from
inseminating the chosen women, but not so good for the goal of
wide-scale procreation.

The main problem was that most women, most of the time, were not
at a point in their cycles where they could conceive children.
Solutions to this problem required careful work. The first thing
to do was simply ask the woman when her last period had been. She
was scheduled for visits from David on the next series of days
when she was expected to be fertile. She also might well be
visited by some other member of the Royal Insemination Ministry
when her next period was due, and if it came as expected they
could set the future dates on which David should visit her.

David's assistant Martha was considered something of an odd duck.
She poked and prodded the females whenever they were in for
examination, feeling their breasts, examining their privates, and
sticking her finger up inside. She made a discovery that she
shared with the Royal Insemination Ministry, and when they had
verified her result, they refined their technique. It turned out
that if you put your finger in vaginal mucus and then pulled
away, then once a month, a string of mucus pulled away with it.
Other times it was a larger blob, or nothing pulled away at all.
The day the mucus made strings like that was the day a girl was
fertile. Instead of having to inseminate the girls on several
days in the middle of their cycles, David's efforts could be
targeted to a single day.

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Royal policy was that David was never to see the man who had the
king's other testicle. Perhaps they feared some sort of
conspiracy.

David inseminated forty-odd women a month around the capital. He
was Queen Matilda's favorite, and the royal concubines seemed to
prefer him too.

He had won the contest, and he could now screw just about any
female who suited his fancy -- in the name of the king!

But he soon found out that more was required.

The Minister of Royal Insemination called David in for an
interview. David was honored, as he was quite the high-ranking
bureaucrat.

"Mr. Smith," said the minister. "You are one of the two Royal
Inseminators. The King appreciates your efforts."

"Thank you."

"You have been impregnating women on behalf of the king... we
have records of the Queen and a royal concubine impregnated by
you, and a total of 19 other women in the past three months."

David smiled. It seemed like a good haul.

"The king is disappointed with you. While he appreciates what you
have done, he feels that you should be able to be impregnating a
great many more women than that. And the health minister agrees."

David started feeling a certain anxiety. Having the king
disappointed with you was never a good idea. "Um, OK... Do they
have specific suggestions?"

"One is to travel widely through the kingdom, and not restrict
yourself to areas around the capital. Another is to be less
selective in the women you try to impregnate."

"OK, I will keep that in mind." A few trips to the countryside? A
few more fat cows to do quick from the rear?

"The other Royal Inseminator has impregnated only one of the
concubines, but 41 other women."

"That is impressive!" said David, smiling, feeling genuine
congratulations were due for the accomplishments of the other.

The minister paused. "You perhaps don't realize the seriousness
of the situation."

"Oh?"

"The king's testicle can be transplanted into another individual
who promises to take his responsibilities more seriously."

David's face fell at once, and his heart starting pounding. "I
promise, your grace, that I will do my very best to meet the
king's expectations!"

"I am glad to hear you say that," answered the Minister with a
bureaucratic smile.

He doubted he would revert to David Smith, private citizen, if
they decided to reclaim the king's testicle. Much trust had been
placed in him, and if he let them down, death by beheading was
the happiest of several outcomes he might expect.

The first change was that he would no longer take the lead in
scouting a new area. Scouts from the Ministry would, looking for
the women who seemed likely to be fertile and reasonably
attractive. They would be registered and tracked, and David's
attention would be focused on inseminating women who were thought
to be fertile.

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David addressed Queen Matilda.

"Your Majesty, I have been urged by His Majesty the King in the
strongest of terms to impregnate more women. Depositing semen
inside you when you are not fertile does not help with that
goal."

"OK, I can see that. What about licking me out?"

"I would be delighted to do that, but part of my attempt to
impregnate more women is to spend more time out in the provinces,
and trips to the capital will be only occasional and also focused
on impregnating women."

She glared at him.

"I do have an idea, however. There are many others at the court
who I am sure would find you most attractive. While I am the only
one with the king's testicle, the others might be excellent at
giving you the oral attention you desire. And as long as you are
most definitely not fertile" -- she was six months pregnant --
"they might help you with more traditional sexual desires as
well."

The Queen looked at him thoughtfully.

"I realize Your Majesty would never do something that would
displease His Majesty the King. It was just a silly idea."

A sly smile crept over the Queen's face. "I rather doubt it would
displease His Majesty greatly even if he were to find out."

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Province-hopping was more demanding than lazing about the Palace,
taking occasional trips into the surrounding areas for new
recruits.

When a peak number of women were expected to be fertile in a
certain province on a certain day, he would arrange to be there.
If a peak was expected the next day at some province that was not
close by, he might take a carriage trip through the night. Three
or four women from the province he was leaving might accompany
him on the journey. The carriage ride was unpredictably bumpy,
and a few times each trip he would call up to the driver to stop
the coach long enough for him to inseminate one of his mates
without fear of pulling a muscle from a sudden lurch.

The Board predicted that he would be impregnating enough females
to match the King's expectations. David insisted on a large
safety factor given the likely consequences of failure.

But in any case, he was a human and could not stick with his
theoretical maximum. He would take a day off, lounging in bed,
being fed delicate morsels, getting back rubs -- but only from
men, lest his body try to respond to the femininity at a time
when his top priority was to rest his sexuality, including sexual
thoughts. In fine weather he might take a stroll down a forest
path, or be rowed across an idyllic pond.

Sometimes he took as a bed companion on a day of rest a very
young girl who was pretty and sweet -- perhaps six years old. He
had no sexual interest in her, and nothing of a sexual nature
happened, but he found it spiritually refreshing, somehow, to
think of the young females who were constantly being born and
growing up some day to be his mates -- or mates to the other
males of the kingdom, he noted as an afterthought. However hard
he and the other Royal Inseminator worked, the population in this
kingdom of millions would never have more than the tiniest
fraction who were offspring of His Majesty the King. He
especially liked watching such a girl sleep.

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Chapter 2

David was awakened in the dead of night by a group of men,
including a deputy to the Minister of Royal Insemination. He was
anxious, though he told himself it was unlikely he would be
spirited away in the night for a secret testicle removal
procedure and subsequent execution. He was issued traveling
clothes, and driven in a coach. The deputy waited until they had
left the capital behind and were in the countryside before he
spoke.

"His Majesty the King has concluded a treaty with Bergland. The
two kings have agreed that it would be in the interest of both if
they could father many children in the other's land. The king of
Bergland has a subject who carries one of his king's testicles --
your counterpart. I will accompany you to Bergland, and he will
go to Saxonia."

David wasn't sure how to greet the news. He had never ventured
from his native Saxonia. And while in his recent life he had both
powers and duties, they were among his own people.

"Will the women of Bergland be prepared to submit to my
advances?" he asked.

"Emissaries of King Rudolf will monitor your situation and get
regular reports from you and your helpers. I'm sure the females
of Bergland will be just as motivated as our own women to submit
to your desire to mate with them."

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"Unnnnh, unnnnh, unnnh, unnnh... aaaahhhh!" said David, his cock
lunging deep and firing semen into his mate. He pulled back from
the woman and released her rear end. As usual, mating felt good.
Total satisfaction. The woman crept forward, out of his view and
out of his life.

Most of the females who were presented to him -- fertile vaginas
accessible and laced with butter -- spoke not a word of Saxonian,
nor he a word of Berglandish. A translator could be located if
needed, but there was usually little that needed to be said.
Mating does not require language, and even if a rear-entry
position is not typical in one society, women have no trouble
after a sign language hint in assuming the required position and
taking their insemination. The world over, all human females
really need to know is to hold still until the male finishes, and
when he has, they are free to go -- and in this case, are
encouraged to make themselves scarce.

The women of Bergland were of varied appearance, just as those of
Saxonia, though among the Berglanders there were more who were
blond or red-headed and of lighter color of skin. He found such
mates especially appealing.

Choosing a bed mate back in Saxonia had occasionally involved
sizing up a girl's personality based on what she said. There were
no such concerns in Bergland, and the choice was entirely based
on appearance and body language.

There was one aspect of his life in Bergland that was a
definitive improvement. It was the dogs. He had friendly dogs to
associate with, which was a pleasant touch in itself. But more
importantly, these dogs had been trained to sniff fertile human
females, and could detect them at long distances -- a mile
sometimes. As a result, David could pass a carefree and
productive day just taking a ride through some part of the
countryside. The dogs would find him one fertile vagina after
another, and he could dismount from his horse, mount and
inseminate the female, and then remount the horse, all in short
order. Females could be labeled property of the King and have
their vaginas sealed shut, as in Saxonia, and they sometimes
were. But the Insemination Governors in Bergland had a somewhat
more relaxed attitude. If David fathered an extra child on some
woman or girl who was not logged and recorded, that was fine with
them. It was also no great loss if some female who had been
marked for David's attention was impregnated by someone else.
There were a great many fertile females.

With dogs in the picture, the effect on occasional Bergland
families was startling. Imagine a happy couple sitting down to a
fine dinner with their six children, two adult brothers, and one
unmarried sister. They hear approaching hoofbeats, a whining dog,
and then a request to open up in the name of the King. The dog
bounds in and sniffs eagerly between the legs of the unmarried
sister. She is escorted into a vacant room, another man enters
the house and that room. Behind closed doors they hear scuffling,
protestations from the woman, and faint male grunts. Within two
minutes, the room empties. The sister returns to her place at the
table, and the men and dogs disappear and they hear receding
hoofbeats. From start to finish, five minutes.

The King of Saxonia formally thanked the King of Bergland for his
gift of 33 dogs who were trained to sniff fertile women. They
were distributed for the use of David, the other Royal
Inseminator, and any guest inseminators from other kingdoms.

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He was once again awakened during the night, and the leader of
this entourage was none other than the Saxonian ambassador to
Bergland. This time after a carriage ride through the streets he
was escorted up a gangplank onto a rather large sailing ship, and
then into a cabin towards the stern. The light was dim.

"Your next assignment is in Oceania."

"Oceania!" It was a distant and mysterious place, the sort you
might read about as part of some explorer's exotic adventures.
"But... Aren't the natives of Oceania savages?"

"I have heard the same rumors as you. But I suspect His Majesty
King Rudolf has his methods for monitoring your well-being, and
it will be in the interest of the King of Oceania to make sure
you are safe."

David heard a rustling behind him and startled.

"Ah, yes... they said you would have a companion. Come forward,
lass."

From the shadows emerged a young woman, barely visible in the dim
light.

"Sire," she said, with a curtsy.

"Given your duties, the king's physicians thought it wise if you
were able to practice your trade, as it were, during the lengthy
voyage. To stay in shape. This woman is yours to command. Ideally
we would have given you a variety to choose from, but alas plans
cannot always be carried out exactly as we would wish."

The ambassador paused. "As always, the captain is the ultimate
master of the ship, but he realizes that you are a passenger of
the greatest importance, and if you are not delivered to the
capital of Oceania in good condition and with good reports as to
your treatment, his future will not be a pleasant one.... So now
I leave you. I wish you a safe voyage."

"Thank you," said David. He wasn't sure whether he really wanted
to thank the man or not, but it is always wise to thank an
Ambassador, whatever your private opinions.

The door shut and it was just David and the young woman. "Hello,"
he said. "What is your name?"

"Alice, sire," she said.

"Let me feel around to get a sense of what's in this cabin... A
bunk, a tiny desk... It would be tiny for a room on dry land, but
I suppose it is rather roomy for a sailing ship."

"I suppose so, sire."

"The bunk is for us to share, I suppose..."

"The floor is also perfectly adequate, sire, and I would be happy
to sleep there."

He knew already that as his sole female companion for weeks this
girl would have a place in his life like no other. Perhaps he
would come to despise her on the one hand, or on the other to
love her -- though loving someone was an odd concept to him at
this point in his life. Having her sleep on the floor didn't seem
like a good start.

"No, join me in the bunk." He removed all but his underwear and
lay in the bunk. It was narrow, and as Alice tried to join him,
she could not lie down without pushing back against him. She had
removed most of her clothing. His cock rose strongly.

He sighed. "I really wanted a chance to talk with you before
having sex, but to have a sexy woman this close to me, and given
my profession..."

"That is fine, sire. I mean, of course I would obey in any event,
but I also don't mind, if that makes sense."

"It makes sense," he said, but he was groping from the back side
for the place where the legs come together, the lips, the hole...
They shifted positions until things were lined up. He pressed
into her from behind, and he lasted a minute before he groaned
and spurted. Total satisfaction.

The day had been a full one, he had had little sleep before he
was awoken, the journey ending in this cabin was stressful, and
he had just relieved himself sexually. "Time to sleep," he said,
and was out shortly.

During the night, he woke to the sounds of the ship setting out
to sea, probably following a favorable tide. He was aware of the
sexy woman in front of him. His arm was draped over her, a
natural position for such a narrow bunk. He felt his penis start
stirring to life, but fatigue was the greater force at the
moment, and he went back to sleep.

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In the morning light it became clear that the window looked out
over the stern of the ship. David discovered a burly Saxonian
guard outside his door who explained that his duty for the voyage
was to protect David and Alice -- and to care for the dogs they
were bringing along. The captain's cabin was next to David's, and
roughly the same size.

The captain invited David to be his dinner companion. He said
Alice would also be welcome. David hesitated but thought it best
to ask her. He thought she would readily accept. But when David
put the proposal to her, she said she thought it very unwise. She
explained that if the Captain spent any time in her presence at
all, he would likely want to sleep with her. And while she would
be willing to for David's sake, she feared it could lead to much
trouble. David immediately saw her point, and Alice stayed as far
out of the captain's view as possible. In fact, she never left
the cabin, and no one but their guard entered.

Alice naturally dressed as soon as she got out of bed, but he
still saw plenty to know she was quite attractive.

There was no comfortable seating arrangement, so Alice sat on the
tiny chair, while David stretch out on the bunk.

"So tell me about yourself, Alice."

"How old are you?"

"Seventeen," she said.

More girl than young woman.

"I am the daughter of Mr. MacLean, a Saxonian spice merchant who
has resided in Bergland for many years. Two years ago I was
married to a Mr. Green, a business associate of my father's. But
I am not married now -- I think."

"Divorced?" he said.

"Well, no, of course not, sire," she said. They both knew their
Church forbade divorce. "My, um, ex-husband's other choice was
for me to be presented to you as a widow, and he preferred to
swear we were never married. We had no children yet."

He asked her further questions, told her of his life, and invited
her to ask more. He found her knowledgeable, witty, and with a
mind of her own instead of that of a slave. For someone who had
just been thrown into such uncertain circumstances, she seemed
rather positive -- hoping for the best.

David gave her a long look. "So here you are, your life in my
hands, my sworn slave. I guess with a snap of my fingers I could
have you thrown over the side, or offer your body for the
pleasure of any sailor who so desires, for the entire voyage..."

Alice's eyes grew wide.

"But the expectation is that I'll fuck you day and night, over
and over, and you will pretend at the least not to mind. But the
voyage is, what, seven weeks?"

"Six, they said."

"So for six weeks it's just me and you... as I have no desire for
anyone male. Whatever fucking I do will be with you. But I also
imagine I will become rather fond of you. You certainly are very
attractive."

"Well, thank you, sire, but there is no need to flatter me..."

David waved aside her comment. "Right. Here's the position as I
see it. You're officially my slave, but I'll treat you like my
wife if you're willing. I want to know what you really think. If
you think it's demeaning and sick to be snatched from your
husband and offered like a piece of meat to a strange man, you
can say so. Don't pretend to like sex or anything else if you
don't. If I was a real gentleman, I guess I wouldn't touch you
unless you really freely consented, but I'm not that much of a
gentleman. But let's not have any more 'sire'. Call me David, and
you don't have to pretend you're happy if you're not."

There was a brief pause. Alice looked down as she said, "As for
treating me like your wife, I think you offer better treatment
than most women can expect from a husband."

David smiled. "Did you love your husband? Do you miss him?"

"Well, of course, sire," said Alice with a bland smile. "I mean
-- David."

"That means 'no'," said David. Alice didn't contradict him. "Do
you know who I am or why I am going to Oceania?" Alice shook her
head, and David explained the key aspects of his life he had left
out before. Alice was surprised and excited as he explained every
piece of the puzzle. "In terms of how I live, my job is to father
as many children as possible."

"Sounds very tiring.... or, if what they say about men is true,
maybe very satisfying?"

"Both," said David, looking at the girl. Beautiful, clever, and
under her dress possessed of the same special organs as any other
female. He wanted in. After a pause, he said, "I know I'm going
to feel like fucking you soon. So I'm going to. I hope you don't
mind too much, but don't pretend, OK?"

"OK, sire..."

"I know I called it 'fucking', and that's not a very nice word.
People who love each other talk about 'making love'. But so much
of what I do is plain old 'fucking' that it's hard to use any
other word. Does that make any sense?"

"Maybe." She was silent a moment. "Maybe you mean it like 'plain
old sex' instead of 'sex with love', but you don't mean it's got
to be 'sex where you're worthless' just because it's 'plain old
sex'."

David paused. "I think you're smart... or wise, or something. A
good thing."

"I'm just me," she said, looking down.

"You didn't love your husband, and here you are on this ship with
me... Are you better off than you were before?"

"Oh, I took my vows seriously, and --".

David waved off her comment. "Some good parts, anyway?"

"It is an exciting adventure," she said. "You are an important
person. And, well, I shouldn't say this, but compared to my
husband, you are... As for physical appearance..."

David smiled. "Yeah, I was chosen partly because I was a favorite
with the women."

He gave a lusty grin, and said, "Let's take every thing off."

He admired her skin, her breasts, her flat stomach, her hips...
she had the tight body of a young girl, and a splendid specimen
at that.

When David kissed her, she kissed him back. He proceeded to warm
her up for a bit. Licking breasts, fingers between her legs in
the places he had learned girls liked best... Then he turned over
onto her and worked his penis into her and then drove it in and
out, just like nature intended. She looked reasonably content.

"Having fun?" he asked.

She paused a moment, breasts jiggling with every thrust David
made up inside of her. "I fear being disloyal to my husband -- I
can't quite think of him as my ex-husband, as we were parted
through no fault of either of us."

David smiled. "I command you to apologize silently to your
husband, and then leave him behind and concentrate on me."

Alice closed her eyes, and after a brief pause started moaning as
she raised her arms to hug David's back. That was more like it!
He started pumping faster, and she moaned more and looked at him
with desire. He lunged and ejaculated inside of her. Total
satisfaction.

Within minutes his cock was hard again. "Would you like to do it
again now -- if it was totally up to you?"

She nodded without hesitation. He did it to her again.

There wasn't much to do in their room. David tentatively explored
outside near their room, but the officer on duty told him not to
go down onto the main deck. In the room there were a few books.
They read and talked. Their guard brought in meals and took
dishes away.

But in close quarters, with little else to do, they did it again
that afternoon, and once at bed time. He was surprised to wake up
in the night to the feel of her gently caressing his penis.

"Huh?" he said.

"Oh, I'm sorry, David... I hoped you wouldn't mind. I was just
admiring your organ."

"Hmmm, OK. But if you wake me up like that you know what I'm
going to do next, right?"

"I suspected it, yes." Pause. "And kind of hoped." He could just
make out her smile in the dark.

So he did her again -- nothing elaborate, just a quick happy
fuck. But he was relieved. If she initiated sex, it was a good
indication that she was rid of her one-time husband.

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The morning was a new day.

"What is to happen to me when we arrive in Oceania?" she asked.
"I will have fulfilled my duties of keeping you in practice
during the long voyage."

David shrugged. "What do you think the possibilities are?"

"I could be shipped back to Bergland to rejoin my husband --
though I suspect he will have married, as officially we never
were. I might be an acceptable wife for someone in Oceania,
perhaps a Saxonian, though if I arrive pregnant that might be an
obstacle. Or I could perhaps live as a widow." David just
listened and said nothing. "Or perhaps I could earn a living as a
lady of the night."

"Oh, I certainly hope we can do better than that!" said David.
"If I have anything to do with it."

A couple days later, over her protestations, he pleasured her
with his tongue as he had learned with Her Majesty the Queen. In
the wake of her orgasm, she welcomed David into her vagina with a
hunger he had never sensed before.

As they caught their breath, lying intertwined, she said, "That
was... that was my first orgasm. We were taught that only sinful
girls touched themselves down there for any reason but hygiene."

"I hope you will feel free to play with yourself whenever you
feel like it. And if I do it you are just following my command so
it can't possibly be your fault," he said.

Alice grinned and kissed him. "David, I fear I am in love with
you. I have no right to be, but I thought maybe it was best to
tell you. I don't think I can pretend all the time to just be a
slave doing her duty."

"Oh, I have known you didn't think of yourself as a slave since
the first day. But to be in love and say it... that is something
more." David was silent a long moment. "I am in love with you
too," eyes glistening. Alice cried briefly. Then there were
kisses and a long, comfortable embrace.

"I have to do what the king orders, however, or else I risk
punishment, perhaps execution. So we are at the mercy of the
king. But I hope we can stay together. I would like you to be my
wife, though I fear I cannot be a loyal husband as we usually
expect. How's that for a complicated proposal?"

"I accept!"

"So between the two of us, for whatever that's worth, we'll be
married."

A lusty and attractive man and woman, confined to a cabin every
day and every night for six weeks, with no other
responsibilities... It was a recipe for a great deal of sex, and
quite a bit of affection as well. Not surprisingly, Alice missed
her period and suspected she was pregnant.

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They would be arriving in Oceania within a day or two.

"David, I have a question for you."

"Sure, my love."

"Suppose the king said, 'It's totally up to you, David. You don't
have to have sex with another woman, ever. You can keep going as
you were if you want, or you can stop. Your choice. No bad
consequences either way.' If he said that, what would you do?"

"Oh, I would give up all the other women and just be true to
you." But as he said it he knew it wasn't an obvious, easy
answer. It would not be a simple relief. He would miss it.

"It would be hard, though," he said. "Very hard. A man wants so
much to father children -- at least most do, and I more than
most."

Alice listened patiently.

"I'd father as many children on you as you'd let me.... Twenty,
maybe?"

"Twenty!"

"But the other life... hundreds..." He told her about his
revelation long before about total satisfaction each time he
pulsed sperm into a vagina.

"But if I had to choose... losing you or losing that.... Oh, God,
don't make me choose."

"Oh, David!" she said, hugging him tight. "You don't have to
choose on my account. I'll be yours as long as you let me...
well, at least as long as you're nice to me and come see me when
you can."

"Oh, that I will do, forever, I promise!"

They hugged without speaking, then she drew back. "I love you,
and I loved you for your answer. If you'd said you'd give it up
with no problem, I wouldn't have believed you. If you'd said
you'd keep doing it, no question, even if it meant I left you, I
would have been sad. I hope they keep letting you father lots of
children... But I also hope that I can keep you away from me
enough that I don't have to bear twenty of them!"

"You knew I'd never make you have a child you didn't want to
have," he said.

"Yeah, I knew that."

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Oh, David loved his wife Alice. As long as they were at sea,
living in the same small space, they could easily fit the mold of
husband and wife. But as soon as they arrived in Oceania, life
changed a lot, as they knew it would. His duties required him to
inseminate others, doing his duty to spread King Rudolf's seed.
Being a man, there was no fundamental incompatibility between
loving his wife and impregnating so many others. Alice remained
secluded in the capital in the Saxonian embassy complex, and had
her baby.

The residents of Oceania were small and brown. Women typically
went topless in the constantly pleasant warm weather. There was
no staff supervising David's mating activities in Oceania as
there had been in Saxonia and Bergland, though a couple men
accompanied him as bodyguards and dog handlers -- the residents
didn't keep dogs as pets, so they were delighted by the friendly
canine visitors. Attitudes about sex were more relaxed than David
had encountered before. The women were excited to take it quick
and deep up the cunt from behind from the handsome exotic
stranger. They seemed just as happy to get pregnant by David as
by their husbands, and their husbands didn't seem to mind either.

Etched in David's mind forever after was the image of an Oceanian
woman hurrying towards him, saying in Oceanian, "David, David,
it's time!", laughing as one of his dogs trailed behind her,
sniffing avidly at her rear end.

While the Saxonian Ambassador to Oceania had it as his duty to
make sure David was impregnating lots of the locals, he knew
their customs, and knew that David would do fine without lots of
record-keeping. In Oceania, sealing women's vaginas and labeling
them as property of the king would cause ill will.

Mating was ostensibly done in private, but in fact many people
peeked in on David as he inseminated one of the locals in a hut
with only the most rudimentary walls. Women who were not fertile
often sought out their husbands to relieve their sexual desire
brought on by seeing the foreigner mating with a lucky sister.
Adolescent girls gave in to the entreaties of adolescent boys
earlier and more often than otherwise.

After a week on one small tropical island, it was off by canoe to
another. Endless canoe trips, for many months, visiting each
island many times.

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There were other postings.

"Custom here requires that you first copulate with the senior
wife, and do a pretty good job at faking an orgasm. Only then can
you switch to the younger wife who is actually fertile, and your
orgasm must be silent and undetectable. You can expect the senior
wife to be screaming at the junior wife and perhaps even hitting
her while you copulate with her." David had a bit of trouble with
that, but it helped if he could be introduced privately to the
junior wife in advance so she could assure him that she really
did want his attentions.

"Men and women lead entirely separate lives here. Boys leave
their mothers by the age of 4 and never see them -- or any other
females -- again. Elders arrange matings, but only they know who
the parties are. When it is time to mate, the man inserts his
penis through a hole in a thin board. The vagina is pressed up
against the other side of the board, and the penis is inside
vagina for as little time as possible -- usually no more than a
few seconds." David the foreigner was excused from the need to
follow this custom; he needed to thrust into some vaginas for
minutes at a time to keep up the pace of matings that had been
arranged for him.

"Men are subservient to women in this society. It would be
shameful for a woman to allow a man to penetrate her. Instead,
when they wish to bear children, women impale themselves onto a
male who is lying on his back, and with up and down movements
induce the men to part with their seminal fluid." To approach his
quotas, David would require some other arrangement. The
government plan was that he be permitted to mount women from
behind and copulate vigorously at his own initiative. The women's
humiliation was to be kept quiet as much as possible, and when
need required, the explanation was that David was so much a
foreigner that he did not count as a real man. But the
explanation was inadequate and there were rumblings of serious
civil disturbances. As a compromise, David masturbated to orgasm
and his semen was set aside. A small dab was then placed on his
tip before each woman impaled herself on him. Fertilization rates
were not high, but counteracting this was that every one of
David's ejaculations was divided into at least five portions.
Women were instructed to hold their vaginal lips open as wide as
possible during the initial coupling so that the first contact of
David' penis tip was on a wet surface inside the vagina.

Through all of his postings, Alice came along too, and behind
closed doors the two of them could engage in their own sexual
customs, ignoring local mores. They used to think that the way
people had sex in Saxonia was the way people had sex, but
discovered over time the diversity. Alice did try impaling
herself on David, and they both thought that was a fun variant to
try to spice things up.

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Chapter 3

Alice bore six children, each caused by David's ejaculation deep
inside her vagina. All six were the king's children.

At the age of 45, David's stamina started dropping noticeably. He
simply could not impregnate women at the same rate as before.
When his production had declined 50% from its peak, David was
called in for a consultation with the Royal Impregnation
Ministry.

David suspected that the king's testicle was aging more slowly
than David's own body, and so the testicle was to be extracted
from him and implanted in a young man who would assume the office
of Royal Impregnator. This turned out to be true.

The question was David's fate after he no longer housed the royal
testicle. He and Alice shared a passionate embrace before the
meeting, fearing he might be led straight from the surgical table
to the gallows, if not simply left to bleed to death on the
operating table.

"David!" screamed Alice, flying to meet him as fast as her
middle-aged legs would carry her. He was in no position to run,
but hugged her most sincerely as she slid into his embrace. She
slowed herself at the last moment so as not to knock him over.
"It took so long... I feared the worst!"

"His Majesty King Rudolf himself requested an audience with me. I
was frightened the whole time that it might just be a prelude to
my execution. But instead, he simply thanked me, and conferred on
me a comfortable pension for the rest of my days!"

Alone that first night, David said, "You might as well feel it
now -- I have but one testicle."

Alice said, "I distinctly feel two."

David smiled. "Right you are... One of them is artificial... you
can tell which one if you rub it carefully... but I thought it
awfully nice of them to replace it with something, so I look
pretty much normal."

"Can I do you? I want to fuck you," said David.

"Certainly, my love," said Alice.

He did her hard and fast, and he wanted her twenty minutes later
and an hour after that -- and he had what it took to complete
each act with confidence and great enthusiasm. David's stamina
might have fallen too low for him to continue as a royal
impregnator, but it was plenty for horny man and his horny wife.
Alice was much relieved, having prepared herself for much reduced
libido from the single testicle and her aging husband.

Their repertoire had always included him bringing her to ecstasy
with his tongue, but now it became more frequent. When her desire
outpaced his abilities, they often used this as a happy solution.

She tried using her tongue on him, and made her willingness
completely clear, but he preferred to get his cock up into his
wife's pussy and deliver his load up there. Total satisfaction.
Climax in a woman's mouth would not bring total satisfaction.

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"David, do you remember Heather?" said Alice.

"Of course. How could I forget her?"

Heather was the 16-year-old daughter of their former housekeeper
Mrs. Appleby, who had just left their service.

"Do you find her sexually attractive?"

"She's like family. I've known her since she was little."

"She doesn't live here any more. And I saw how you looked at her
those last few years."

"Sorry, sorry."

"Would you be willing to sleep with her? Have sexual
intercourse?"

"What?"

"Here's the story. She thinks you're handsome and kind of has a
crush on you. You always were handsome and you still are. She's
horny and wants to get it. And she's scared to death of getting
pregnant. And I happen to know that you spent your whole adult
life fucking girls and women. And each one brought you total
satisfaction."

"But you're my wife... That other part of life is all over."

"The official part is. But I want you to have some of that other
part of your life again."

"I... I shouldn't... It's a wonderful thought, Alice..."

"It's a thought that should become reality."

"But... what if we fall in love with each other?"

"She and her mother are leaving town in two weeks. Going to the
other end of the kingdom."

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David tried to make love to Heather in his and Alice's house. But
instead he fucked her, because that's what she wanted and that's
the way she looked at it. So he fucked her again. And again.

Two days later they did it again, in Heather's apartment. While
he was at it he fucked her mother the housekeeper. Heather didn't
like this unplanned extra coupling, but her mother said it was
just fucking and she didn't own David. For consolation, David
fucked Heather again. Twice.

Then Heather and her mother left town. He reported to Alice that
he had not come close to falling in love with her.

Alice kept an eye on David's own wandering eye. A surprising
amount of the time, a female was happy to get fucked hard and
deep by the handsome David, knowing she couldn't get pregnant.

David loved his Alice all the more. His extramarital activity if
anything increased his lust for his own wife Alice.

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The King is dead! Long live the King! Rudolf died. His eldest son
Herman assumed the throne. His mother was Queen Matilda, and his
father of course was King Rudolf. It was however David who had
grunted and grappled, penetrated and ejaculated inside the queen
to impregnate her with Prince Herman.

The Queen Mother Matilda invited David to a royal audience. He
had been intimate with the queen now and then when he was home in
Saxonia between postings, but never since the royal testicle had
been removed from him and implanted in another. He wasn't sure
what to expect.

"Oh, dear David," she began. "Handsome man, exquisite lover, and
expert in the use of the tongue."

"Your Majesty," said David.

"Over the years, I and a few others thought it unfair that your
destiny was to impregnate women with the seed of the king, while
you yourself would never be allowed any biological children of
your own. We thought we might remedy that to some extent."

David had never dreamt the audience was on such a subject as
this.

"The king had no interest in engaging in sexual relations with
women, of course, which is why you were implanted with the royal
testicle in the first place. The king did, however, have his own
sexual interests." The Queen Mother explained them in detail to
David for the first time. He had had his suspicions, but the
subject had never been broached during Rudolf's lifetime. "He did
expel semen on a regular basis. It was possible, now and then, to
obtain this semen and insert it into a fertile young woman. This
was only occasionally successful in producing a pregnancy, but
there were many attempts over the years. Since the king had one
testicle each from you and the other Royal Impregnator, some
children were yours and some were his. However, since the two of
you look quite different, it has been an easy matter to determine
the father of each one. And today, I have assembled six of them
and told them they are to meet you."

"My goodness!"

"Are you ready to meet your children?"

"Yes, I guess so."

"They can never know the truth, of course. To them, you are their
Godfather."

One by one, his children came before him, bowed, and kissed his
hand. In all there were females aged 22, 17, 12, and 9, and males
aged 24 and 19. All were attractive, glowing with health and
vitality.

Alice was delighted when she heard. Alice's own children visited
them often, and when those children had children themselves,
there were frequent visits with the grandchildren. As for David's
Godchildren, children were born to them too over the years, and
each was brought to visit David as "Grand-Godchildren". Sometimes
it was just a brief visit, and at other times the child would
stay with them for several days. David and Alice were both
delighted.

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I gave up on consistent capitalization for "king" and "queen".
Life is too short.

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