This is part one of an intended series. Just testing the waters to find interest. I would love for this to be posted in the Gay Male - Sci Fi section, but could also see it in the TG - Sci Fi section. Thanks!!
Earth 2345: Pregnant Slave Boys
By D.O.
Kheriss surveyed the man he was talking with. Dr. Yenbaerkim was a physically unimpressive man. Slightly built and looking a bit like a weasel, Kheriss decided right away that he did not like the man. But it was no matter. His own personal preferences were inconsequential; his purpose here was to acquire the means to have several of his slave boys turned into breeding bitches. He was somewhat familiar with the technology, having spoken to other slave masters about it. He faded back into the conversation as he recognized important information beginning to spew forth from the "esteemed" doctor.
"As I was saying, Mr. Kheriss, the procedure is quite safe as is the birthing itself. We have been doing this for a couple decades now, and there is no more preponderance of slaveboys dying during childbirth than there is of females dying."
Dr. Yenbaerkim dabbed a handkerchief at the sweat on his forehead. It was not particularly hot that day; it was more that talking to a man like Kheriss often made him nervous and he tended to break out in cold sweat when he was nervous. He continued on with his explanation as Kheriss gave him an icy stare. Kheriss had that effect on many people. As a retired Gladiator of the fight Pits, he was a hulking beast of a man. Six foot seven inches tall, two hundred sixty five pounds. His medium dark hide was stretched tight over a muscular physique that could only be described as breathtaking. Muscles bulged everywhere and there were scars and tattoos etched across his arms, chest, stomach, shoulders and back. A thick matte of black hair covered his entire chest.
"Ah, as you may already know, we actually attach a flexible synthetic womb, called a procreation sheath or "pro-cre" for short, adjacent to the subject's rectum, and connected to it by means of a makeshift uterus. A small sac of cloned female eggs is inside the womb and, and well it is all very technical but suffice to say, the boy will have a five to six day window each month when he is most fertile, and in case you were interested, much more...aroused. During this highly fertile time, the womb will also produce a musky scented lubrication, making it much easier for you or your breeding studs to impregnate the youngster. Then it's just a matter of waiting the nine months and preparing the boy for...heh...what awaits him at the end. Heh." The doctor chuckled as he finished his sentence.
Kheriss took note of the chuckle. Damn surgeon! He had never had much use for members of the scientific or medical communities, but desperate times... The human race, now more than three hundred years removed from the Greatest War, was finding it had reproduction problems. There were now fewer than two million people on the planet and almost ninety five percent of them were male. The nuclear holocaust had wiped out most people and the alien race that had caused the cataclysm, the Delendrae, had taken a particular liking to human females, especially after it was determined that the two species could mate. Unfortunately, the Delendrae produce offspring significantly larger than humans were designed to birth; as a result, most of the world's remaining females had died during childbirth after being raped by the savage aliens. The Delendrae were mostly gone now, gone but a few remnants of the original race plus some unknown amounts of their bastard
half-breed children.
Kheriss again had to force himself to listen to this worm of a doctor as he rattled on about the technicalities of male pregnancy and childbirth. The battle-scarred fighter had some experience with the phenomena in the past; some years ago, while still in the Pits, he had been seduced by a teenage boy who had been fitted with one of the pro-cre sheaths and was in the throes of his monthly rush of mating hormones, making him stimulated beyond belief. Kheriss had fucked the kid at least four different times over the course of the night and the youngling had wanted even more. The old Gladiator was a very skilled cocksman and possessed great stamina but even he could barely keep up with the lad's aching, smoldering desire. He was amazed at how easily the initial penetration happened, his considerable-sized cock was like a hot knife through butter as the boy's hole was wet with the musky fluid from the sheath. The sultry, passionate intimacy they had
shared that night, in so many different positions, had been mind-blowing and had left Kheriss utterly exhausted after the marathon fuck-session. He still declared it the best sex he had ever had. Whether he had actually impregnated the slut, was unknown; he never saw him again.
"Do you have any questions I can answer, Mr. Kheriss?" Dr. Yenbaerkim asked him. He was waiting nervously for the response from the warrior-turned-tradesman. Again he swapped a handkerchief across his brow, soaking up the cold sweat. Gods! How he wanted to be away from this brutish man.
"I want to see one of the birthings. You told me you had a lad ready to pop. I should like to see this event with my own eyes... Dr." He said the last word with an accentuation of intense loathing. He wanted the sniveling little shit to know just how much Kheriss detested him.
"Very well. Follow me downstairs, Mr. Kheriss. I will show you the...miracle of childbirth."
To be continued.........?
What do you guys think? Anyone interested in the ultimate act of male submission? Being impregnated by another male and forced to carry the offspring to term and then go through the pain of anal birth? I'm trying to gauge interest in this type of story and if I get a lot of positive feedback, I'll continue with chapter two, wherein I plan to go into greater detail regarding all aspects of pregnant boys, from conception to pregnancy to giving birth. As always, thanks so much for reading and for letting me know what you like. Please email at celliophonic@yahoo.com
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