Brothers Breed Me For Elite Hologram Cocks

In the dystopian sprawl of Neo-Ascent, where oxygen was taxed and sunlight a luxury for the cloud-piercing elite, our family’s debt was catastrophic. The offer from the Citadel was our only absolution: enter the Pleasure Dome, become performers in the most exclusive virtual theater, and let the holographic aristocrats use our bodies for their voyeuristic whims. The currency wasn’t credits. It was genetic material. A breeding contract. The elites paid fortunes to have their seed hosted, nurtured, by “vessels” of proven, passionate stock. Our triad, Jax, the stern protector; Ronan, the sensual strategist; and me, Kael, the eager acolyte, had signed with a blood-pact.