Part 4: MANkind

There was always something about the Male sex that made Dr. Bronson weep with humility and wonder… He was mesmerized by Men. He was consumed with their beauty, vitality, and flaws. It was an obsession, from as far as he could remember. Each man was different, and yet so wonderfully the same. Those broad shoulders, hard bulging arms, large but gentle hands, that plethora of coarse yet silky hair cascading all over—so gorgeous! The broad flat chest, slim hard hips, firm round symmetrical buttocks, thick calves and large, strong feet. The genitals were so geniusly placed in such an accessible way, central to all Men—literally and metaphorically. The smooth marble head of the penis was the most beautifully carved work of art in Nature. He wondered why he never found the other sex appealing, and then one day he realized: he loved the raw, unrefined beauty of Men. That’s what appealed to him most. Their beauty was more real, more reachable, more primal.

Men are miracles of nature, he’d always thought. Their bodies teeming with some mystical magic…

And now, here he was, ready to create a whole world with Men’s bodies… the power and breathtaking magic of their bodies were all they EVER needed now.

Within weeks of the firstborn Male from two Male fathers, Bronson was ready to populate this world. He brought a dozen beautiful, intelligent Men between the ages of 26 and 30. They would pair up and eventually create their own babies. They would each have only one baby, to ensure genetic diversity among this MALE race. This was the new world order.

Let there be… MEN!

Part 3: Family of MAN.

The next nine months were a whirlwind and a long wait, simultaneously.

Wes and Eric were all alone on the beautiful island, except for the older but still handsome Dr. Bronson. This could pose a problem of idleness, but Wes and Eric were consoled by the knowledge that as soon as their child’s birth was successful, more men would follow onto their Eden.

Wes and Eric spent much time on the island lounging, much like mythical Adam and Eve would—a life of profound newness and simplicity. Both being men, they naturally had strong sensual urges, which they engaged in daily. It was not dirty or gratuitous, but increasingly natural.

Eric, the more sensitive of the two men, often pondered about the immensity of the whole scenario. With each passing day, he realized a new culture was being born, much like the male baby that was growing from their genes. With a gesture of his male partner, the rich timber of his deep voice, a glimpse of a hard buttock grazed with immaculate blond hairs—and Eric’s own identical yet complimentary masculinity, a culture of male humanness was etching itself into time and place. Here. Now.

Like Adam and Eve, these two men would be the basis of all existence. They were immaculate, awesome, powerful.

Dr. Bronson occasionally spoke with them, mostly in a formal but friendly manner. He felt like a creator, coming to visit his divine creations. He felt intense emotions of pride and wonder, but also respect for the new world he created, and the men who would inhabit it. Often, he just watched Wes and Eric from afar.

Wes and Eric checked on the development of their child—as it grew and grew, in the lab. Dr. Bronson allowed the soon-to-be-fathers to watch. The artificial womb was encased inside a sterile, protective glass chamber.

The two men wondered: what would this baby look like? Who’s features would he inherit? Wes’ eyes? Eric’s smile? The hair, teeth, arms, feet, and size of this human being would be a miraculous combination of these two men. What would a baby look like, combined by two gorgeous men?

One bright day, while Wes and Eric were bathing in shallow shores, Eric still marveling that he alone belonged to this other man, with his gorgeous physique and open demeanor, Bronson walked up to them.

“It’s time,” Bronson said.

Both men knew what it meant.

They went to the lab excitedly but unceremoniously, and helped Bronson. Their child had grown full-term, and was ready to breath life on earth.

“Men,” said Bronson. “We’ve created life together. You created life together.”

Bronson drained the artificial womb just enough, and opened the sterilized case, gently pulling the baby out with his strong, clean hands. Wes cut the umbilical cord excitedly. Bronson wiped the baby down, and it bleated one fierce cry as it entered the bare world.

All three men laughed, and shed a few tears. Bronson handed the baby over to Wes.

“Congratulations,” he said. “It’s a boy. Just like you two.”

Wes laughed and cuddled the baby. “Hello, boy! I’m your dad!”

He handed the baby gently over to Eric.

“And I’m your dad,” Eric cooed, taking the baby.

The baby had Eric’s brown hair, and Wes’ eyes. He was supple and fair, like both his fathers. His body and mind had been created by two men.

His name would be Adam.

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Part 2: Adam

Wes and Eric had been on the island for three days, enjoying the simple beauty of it, while anticipating the bold, amazing adventure that lay before them.

Bronson simply needed the sperm of both of them. But, perversely, he also wanted to literally witness the entire “conception” of this perfect male, yet to be born.

Wes and Eric agreed to dispense their sperm in the company of Bronson. It was a small price to be paid, and they humored Bronson’s role as “god”. They both knew that they were gorgeous and amazing specimens of the male form, and were happy to give joy to Bronson. Not to mention, Bronson would be the entire reason for the creation of their child.

In the lab station, Wes and Eric showed up at the door. They rarely wore anything other than light shorts. Eric had fashioned a simple loin cloth as well, that tied around the waste, and simply hung above the groin and buttocks.

“Men,” said Bronson. “Are we ready to create a new world?”

“Yes,” they said.

Bronson brought them to a medium sized room. There were three chairs. Wes and Eric took their seats. Bronson handed each of them a small paper cup.

No words were spoken. Bronson was shaking with excitement.

Two pink penises bulged up from the abdomens of the two men. Wes and Eric lustfully admired one another, as they took hold of their own penises—now the sole creator of life! A penis and testicles would be the sole awesome beginning of all beings from now on. And each male on earth would bear this gift, Bronson thought. After just a few minutes of stroking, panting, and some sweat, each man deposited their sperm into their cups.

Bronson took the cups, smelled the chlorine smell of boths men’s sperm, and went to work. Wes and Eric quietly left, hand in hand, uncertain but exhilarant like two young lovers of a virgin world. They had just done something amazing, and it was all through their male bodies.

In his private lab, Bronson manipulated the sperm, fusing Eric’s sperm into an artificial egg that was taken from the cell tissues of Eric, and fertilizing it with Wes’ sperm.

Male life had been achieved.

Bronson shed a tear of excitement and relief. Although they would have to wait for the new life to grow fully and step into the physical world, Bronson knew he had made a giant leap towards a beautiful world where two males could combine the spectacular gift of their bodies, to create another in their image.

Part 1: Eden: The Experiment

A silhouelette of a perfect human male form floats above the earth’s ocean.. Then comes another form towards it. It is another human, male. They caress. One is golden-haired and light-eyed, the other is brown-haired. They join hands and walk the short distance back to the shore.

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Charles Bronson. 54-year old scientist. Innovator. Hermit. Billionaire. Tycoon. Homosexual. Man.

One of those elite people in the world who are so powerful financially, because of their intellectual powers and accomplishments, that they have the power to do anything. Even create their own world….

Bronson, like many men in fleeting thought, had always imagined a society that was only consisting of men. How would it work? How would it be?

For the past twenty years, he had been perfecting the mechanism of the artificial womb. Now he could make a world with only males.

After a long and ardous search, Bronson secured a small but spacious island off the pacific coast.

He constructed a small community, including a fertility lab housing artificial wombs.
And lastly but most importantly: Two human males.

Wes and Eric, two handsome men in their early 30s, were approved by him to be included in the experiment: a society of only males.

Wes was blond, square-jawed, thin-hipped, and broad shouldered. Eric was near his duplicate, save for his brown hair and more youthful facial features.

Bronson would use science to combine both the genes of these MALES to create.. another male. This immaculate conception would be the brainchild of Bronson’s genius, and the child of TWO MEN.