CUM2A

“Hear about the potency news?”

“Yeah, doesn’t really change much,” you have most of your focus on the screen in front of you. “On them, in them, either way I have to fuck them.”

“Still, interesting stuff, it would definitely affect the business. Maybe we should have B look more into it for us? We might just have to start testing on you more aggressively.”

“Yeah, maybe,” you’re still only half listening.

“Anyway, I’m heading out, catch you tomorrow.”

“Mhmm, see ya,” you nod, closing your tabs and taking a final look at tomorrow's schedule. “Is this right, by the way? Three new girls tomorrow?”

“Two of them are a pair. She said she’s too scared to come without her friend, so we screened them both. You’ll manage. It’s not like you have an issue when there’s an audience.”

“You don’t have to be creepy about it,” you shake your head as the door shuts, a laugh ringing through the frame.

That’s V. No one at the company goes by their real name – what you’re doing here isn’t strictly legal. In fact, some would even argue it’s very illegal, it’s really a matter of perspective. The letter thing started as a way to protect your identities while communicating with the public, but it just ended up sticking. Everyone refers to you as O, or Zero, since you’re patient zero of the whole operation.

So, what exactly is this questionably-legal business you’re running?

Well, it requires context.

A few months back, the world was hit with a massive breakthrough in science through a very rare gene mutation. Scientists found that men with a specific mutation, in what is now known as the CUM2A gene, were able to produce a special type of sperm, one that has healing properties far beyond what modern medicine has ever accomplished.

All it requires is taking one pill, and it essentially ‘activates’ the gene for lack of a better term. The pill is also lethal in people who don’t have the gene.

Allegedly, this discovery was found incidentally – but no one really believes that.

Cults were formed, conspiracies were spread, and the world entered a state of panic thanks to CUM2A.

Around the world, people were outraged that this kind of inhumane testing was being done on people, and others were ecstatic to find out what the future could possibly hold. Both sides had valid arguments, but amidst all the confusion, only one fact remained undeniably true – the CUM2A carrier’s sperm actually worked.

Not just on cuts and scratches, but all sorts of illness. All of a sudden, humans found a reliable and safe way to treat chronic illnesses, to help patients with previously incurable diseases, and even to stop the spread of malignancies. Albeit, it came with a bit of an awkward method of administration, everyone’s still working on how to improve that part.

The world became science-fiction.

On top of all its curative properties, CUM2A sperm also came with extremely intense highs. Sounds like a non-issue on paper, but this came with very dangerous abuse potential. Such a valuable commodity with so much potential, it was paramount that CUM2A sperm was treated with caution – there’s still so much to learn, after all. The general consensus was that one ‘dose’ of the mutant sperm down was better than any narcotic could ever hope to accomplish.

Initially, the recreational aspect wasn’t much of an issue, and, for the most part, everything was going well. People were gene-testing en masse, and those rare individuals with the CUM2A gene were stepping up to be the heroes of the healthcare systems around the world.

But, as many predicted, things quickly turned political.

Soon, a fight to control the CUM2A carriers of the world was born. People realized just how valuable their sperm could be, and this was just the tip of the iceberg. Basically every other week there would be a new breakthrough in one of the many labs around the world now racing to study CUM2A.

People with the mutation were soon controlled by the world’s governments. Seemingly overnight, carriers went from being heroes of the world to animals being milked for the ‘greater good’. Sure, some ethical protections were set, people weren’t allowed to be literally farmed for their sperm, but it was getting pretty close in some countries.

Every country ran operations in their own way. Few allowed pure autonomy, letting carriers set up their own systems. Many others immediately set up programs and begged for carriers to step up, like a far more desperate version of O-minus blood carriers. Most countries compensated carriers well, regardless of how strict their laws became.

Most.

Your country, however, was not one of the lucrative ones. The government decided carriers were socially, ethically, and lawfully required to dedicate their lives to the wellbeing of others.

What does that mean exactly?

Well, imagine a life of meaningless orgasms where you don’t even get to choose your partners. Without any compensation. No more freedom or autonomy.

No thanks, not interested. In your mind, CUM2A variants should be praised, viewed as saviors, and treated like kings. Not worker bees, slaving away for the ‘greater good’.

That was the main reason why you felt it was in your best interest to stay quiet after your test came back positive. Which, by the way, you had to test separately from the official sites in order to keep your status private – you had V to thank for setting it up. V also managed to get you one of the pills which also were put under extreme control as the governments tried to monopolize CUM2A sperm.

It’s terrifying how quickly the public’s stance flipped. All of a sudden, carriers who initially decided not to participate were shunned until they were forced to comply. They were called unethical and evil if they refused. The mirage of choice loomed over the world, yet it became increasingly obvious that testing positive was a life-sentence. Freedom was being threatened at an unimaginable pace. In some places, even simply denying testing was considered anti-humanitarian.

However, some fought back against the injustices. Shutting down the legal mandate to force testing was the greatest help – without it, this whole operation would be much more difficult. You would have been forcefully committed to the government without any semblance of freedom.

And thus, the project came to life.

It started with you and V gathering a small but dedicated team together, each with their own roles. While you understand the importance of helping people’s illnesses, you also have a bit of entrepreneurship in you, and this mutation is nothing but an opportunity.

Your sperm can do magic when it comes to health, it’s true, but the project is more focused on the pleasure side. Remember, the best high experienced on the planet, nothing can beat it. The humane thing, really, would be to offer this experience to those who wanted it – assuming they can afford it.

Alright, fine, maybe it’s not the most altruistic approach, but it sure as hell works.

The way the operation runs is simple. Clients first reach out to your team and set up appointments. During these appointments, you are the one who is in charge of… supplying the goods. The client gets their high, and almost without fail, every single one of them books their next appointment before leaving.

Repeat customers are exactly what you’re going after. Due to the legality of the operation, your team has to screen any new client with extreme caution to make sure they’re not trying to stop the lovely little program you have in place. It happens from time to time. You end up relocating the base of operations, finding new land, rebuilding the labs – it can definitely be a hassle, but the flow of money is nearly infinite at this point. It’s hard to complain, really.

Other than being the only CUM2A carrier on the team, you also play a heavy role in the screening process: Mostly for vanity reasons. You’re always professional, and quite the gentleman, but due to certain biological factors, there has to be a certain level of attraction for this to work smoothly. It’s just the way your body works. So far, there have been no issues finding clients – turns out there is an infinite supply of rich and beautiful women out there who are interested in your services.

Beyond that, the team is also working on research. Mostly one person, he’s known as B, and he has all the funding needed to build his lab as he sees fit. He has a few lines of work at the moment. In fact, he should be working on one of them right now.

Occasionally you have to supply B with some ‘product’, but it’s not quite as simple for CUM2A variants to produce sperm – more on that later.

Overall, things are running smoothly and life is good. You really can’t complain.

“How go the experiments?” you knock playfully on B’s door as you lean your head into his lab. “It’s kinda late.”

“It just makes no fucking sense,” B launches back all the way in his chair. “We can see the mutation. We literally know exactly where it is, yet we can’t get the mutant allele to work when we modify it ourselves. In theory, we should be able to create CUM2A variants, but they just never work.”

“Maybe it’s because we’re still using rats,” you tease.

“Alright, asshole, if you want to start testing on humans, you’ll have to find another scientist. I’m not doing it, especially not while the pill is lethal in non-mutants,” B sits back up in his chair and starts scrolling through his notes. “I bet they're still doing it though. They might even have a way to make it work.”

“I don’t think so,” you take a seat next to B. “Literally every country is still looking for carriers. If they found a way to create them, why would they be so desperate? Doesn’t make any sense.”

“You’re probably right,” B agrees. “I just don’t trust anything anymore.”