Earth 2345: Desire for Servitude -- A Vignette
By D.O. celliophonic@yahoo.com http://groups.yahoo.com/group/bestbbcstories/ Sept. 12, 2010
(This story takes place in my fictional world of Earth:2345. If you are unfamiliar with the backdrop and conventions of this storyline, I suggest you look up some of my previous tales set in this world. This is a narrative that features, among other things, male pregnancy, forced slavery, violence and graphic depictions of sex between adult men and boys of various ages.)
Ilya lay near the crackling fire, tossing and turning in the warm bedroll, his wide eyes looking fearfully across the small campsite at his new owner, Kincade. He could see the black man's hulking form moving about some, jostling things around in his travel bag. The retired gladiator had purchased Ilya almost three weeks ago and yet he had not engaged in relations with him to this point. This puzzled Ilya, because the men he had known in the past, who had owned him, never waited to penetrate him. They had always taken him hard, almost immediately. Yet Kincade had barely even spoken to him since the purchase, save for a few sentences. Ilya was currently going into another of his new monthly `periods', a time when he felt extra amorous and the doctors told him he'd be very fertile during it.
The boy felt different now though, ever since he had been fitted with a pro-cre sheath about three months prior. The sheaths contained something called a hymen; the boy didn't know what this was but it was explained to him that it was a way for a man to know if a particular sheath had been used before. The explanation also laid out in great detail, the fact that Ilya could now be impregnated by a virile male, and once he was, he would have a child gestating inside him and after nine months would give birth to the infant...through his anus. He had even had small breast implants put into his chest; these would form only after he was impregnated and then they would start to show as they filled with milk. The idea of these things frightened him beyond reckoning and he had thought of little else, save escaping from Kincade. But the brawny warrior kept him collared and held onto him by a thin but strong chain connected to the collar. And Ilya hadn't tried very hard to escape, truth be told. He wanted to be wanted by this man. Even now as he lay at rest on the cold and barren wastelands, his chain was fastened to a steel rod that had been hammered three feet into the ground. Ilya knew he wasn't going anywhere and wouldn't if he could. Kincade had shared the bedroll with him, every night for three weeks, but had no made no sexual overtures towards him and in fact, had resisted Ilya's shy advances. As scared as the boy was of being made pregnant, he was feeling frustrated and impatient with the lack of sex. Why wouldn't the black man touch him intimately? Why wouldn't he plunge himself into the offered up softness between Ilya's smooth buns? The lad understood sex for it was practically all he had known since he had first been used when he was but ten winters old. Hard, cruel men had used him many times through the years and he in turn had utilized his pretty looks and his skills in seduction to get what he needed more than once.
Kincade could see Ilya feigning sleep as he approached the bedroll. He could see the boy's beautiful face illuminated by the flickering firelight and for a second his breath caught in his throat. By the gods, what a stunning creature. He could sometimes scarcely believe he had won such a prize of a boy at auction. It had cost him virtually every last bit of gold he had, but he knew it would be worth it. The past few weeks since he had bought Ilya had been pure torture for him, sleeping next to the lad's smooth, soft warmth and not taking him hard like he wanted to so badly. He knew the kid could feel his aching manhood against the small of his back as they spooned together. He also knew the boy would soon be entering his first `period' since the purchase. It was a time when slave boys are especially fertile and exceptionally horny. He wanted his first time inside Ilya to be during this period, maximizing the chances at conception.
The gladiator peeled back the bedding and slipped down inside, next to his boy. His six foot six two hundred fifty pound chiseled physique dwarfed Ilya's much slighter five foot seven and one hundred seventy pound figure. He set a stoppered jar of scented lubricant on the stump next to their heads. Then he placed his hand on Ilya's chest and gently pinched a nipple. The boy's eyes shot open and he looked into the man's dark face and darker eyes. "Ilya. I'm going to have you tonight. But I need you to be clear about something." He looked deep into the young beauty's eyes, searching for what he knew was there; the soul of a true slave, one who desired servitude beyond anything.
Ilya swallowed hard and tried to answer but it came out as a croak. "Wh.....at? What?" He found himself breathless at the thought of his master finally taking ownership of his body. He could not stop himself from rubbing up against the man's hard, muscular body, practically purring like a kitten as he prepared for the release he had been aching for. He felt Kincade's hand creep to his buttocks and he knew this was going to happen. No man could resist the feel of his plump, round rear end nor resist the urge to bury themselves in it. He smiled to himself, proud of his ability to evoke this sort of response from a grown man.
"What are you, Ilya?" Kincade spoke it with an icy calmness.
"A...a slave, sir..." Ilya answered immediately, without pause. He was met with a quick but hard slap to his face.
"Who's slave are you, bitch? Kincade practically growled out the words, meaning to scare the boy.
Ilya was taken aback by the slap. Tears began to form involuntarily in his eyes from the sharpness of the pain. "Y...your slave, Master Kincade! Your slave!"
Kincade grinned wickedly down at the frightened boy. "That's right bitch! You're my fucking slave, my whore. I'm gonna use your ass however I want! Say it again, cunt!"
"I...I'm your slave, Master! I'm your slave bitch! I belong to you, Master!" Ilya was shouting out the words, but there was no one to hear in these desolate deadlands. Suddenly he was very scared of Kincade and realized there was nothing he could do against the man's power and strength.
"You ready for me to use your asshole, bitch? You ready for a real man to be inside you? Huh? Tell me what you fucking want, whore!" Spittle was spraying from his lips as he spoke, and he found himself feeling reenergized with thoughts of the fuck that was soon to come. Gods, he had waited all these weeks for the time to be right and now he could claim his reward. Roughly.
Something dark had awoken deep inside of Ilya and he felt himself increasingly aroused by Kincade's harsh talk. A feeling, no, a desire was stirring within him and he could not identify it, so unknown was it. As well, he could feel his pro-cre sheath leaking out a lubricant in his excitement, making his slit moist and so fucking ready...
Kincade sat up and moved so he was between Ilya's thighs, pushing his knees apart, allowing himself access to the boy's full nakedness. "I'm hard as fuck, boy. Normally I like my boys to suck me for a while, but I really want to get into that pretty little bum of yours, sooner rather than later. You'll have plenty of time to suck my cock later, boy. You're gonna drink my cum and my piss, tongue my asshole, suck on my balls. Nothing you haven't done before, I'm sure. There'll be plenty of time for all that, though. Yeah, whore...heh, heh" He chuckled, a sinister-sounding laugh, devoid of mirth or warmth.
"Pull your knees back toward your chest, boy and then put your arms in the crook of each of your knees, then grab your ankles." Ilya did as instructed, and seconds later he was spread open before his master, completely open and exposed. He looked into Kincade's dark eyes and saw only callousness in them. He knew at that moment that he had not been bought by an understanding man. "This is position number one. Number two is on your hands and knees, with your slave ass sticking up in the air. When I tell you to prepare to mate, I will call a number and you assume either position one or position two. Is that understood, bitch?"
Ilya nodded, trembling, both from fear and from that deeper and darker emotion......desire. He was beginning to realize that this was what he needed, what he had always wanted. None of the men who had ever bedded him had really been truly dominant. They were just sheppards, barkeeps, sailors, wanderers, vagrants. They had never forced Ilya to look into his soul and discover his true self. Kincade was forcing him into this very soul searching...and it scared him to death. More than the thought of being impregnated by this man, more than the thought of being chained to a stake for the rest of his life. More than everything, he feared finding out things about himself that he didn't want to know.
He started as he felt Kincade's fingers upon his vulnerable asshole, pushing into him and his eyes shot back to the black man's face. Kincade was looking directly at him. "Gods, you're so fucking wet, boy. This cunt slit is so fucking ready for me, isn't it? Isn't it bitch?" Ilya looked up at him and gulped, swallowing hard. He nodded, silently agreeing with his new master. "Like a fucking pussy. Only had a real pussy one time and never saw the appeal. Boy ass is a lot tighter. And a lot more available...heh, heh." Kincade pulled his fingertips out of Ilya and moved them to the boy's mouth. He was pleased when the kid moved to suck his fingers without any urging. Obviously not the first time he'd had a man do that. They captured each other's gaze and Ilya had a shy, yet seductive look in his eyes as he slowly sucked the proffered digits. The black gladiator was certain this was the boy he had been searching for, but he had to make the lad discover his most private and intimate cravings on his own. And then surrender to them.
In the firelight, Kincade looked to Ilya like a dark demon from the deepest reaches of whatever hell might exist. Chiseled, black muscles and manly perfection from top to bottom, his heavily tattooed physique was covered in sweat, even on a slightly chill night as tonight. His nipples were hard and Ilya couldn't quite make out his cock in the shadows, but he knew it was there and he knew it's proportions were......large to say the least. He slowly rolled his tongue all over the extended fingers of Kincade, tasting himself on them. He knew men loved the show of a boy doing this and he put his all into it, sucking, slurping, licking. Kincade pulled his fingers out of the boy's mouth and none too gently pushed them back into that moist, tight opening. He could feel the heat radiating from within and the snugness threatened to suck his hand right in. Gods, he could scarcely stand it any longer, but he still hadn't gotten everything he wanted from the boy.
"What...are...you, boy? Again..." He spoke slowly and deliberately, annunciating every word. He wanted Ilya to submit to him fully. As he spoke he unhurriedly twisted his fingers around in the kid's tight orifice, first adding a second finger and then a third to the mix. The crackling of the fire, the squelching of Kincade's fingers in Ilya's asshole and the boys' soft moans were the only sounds in the vast, once-thriving prairie. By the way Ilya was arching his back upwards into his hand, Kincade could tell the boy was going to be an easy conquest, at least physically. But he wanted to own the kid fully, his thoughts, his emotions, his soul as well as his body. "I'm your slave bitch, master. Please......please..." Kincade could sense Ilya weakening, but he kept pressing. "Again. What...are...you? To...whom...do...you ...belong...?" He accentuated his words with a deeper poke into the boy's rectum, loving the hot, snug confines as they gripped his thick digits. "Please...what...boy?"
Ilya was tossing his head back and forth, barely able to think straight. By the gods he needed to be taken, penetrated......bred by this man....his master. "P...please, master. Take me. I'm yours. I'm your slave bitch, sir. I need to be taken hard! Please master!" He was shaking in his excitement, his anticipation. He could feel the wetness welling up from inside his asshole, soaking Kincade's fingers as they continued their maddeningly slow trek into his bowels, igniting a need in him that he could no longer contain. "I'm going to keep asking you this question. And the answer better be, always, without pause, the same every time. You belong to me. You are my boy-bitch slave. You need me inside you. Is that clear to you, boy?" Ilya looked at his master again and nodded his consent. "Yes, master. I'm yours." Kincade looked deep into the youth's eyes, searching them for signs of a lie. There was nothing but honesty in them. "Good boy." He paused a moment, thinking over his words. "I don't make love to bitches. I fuck them. And I fuck hard. Are you ready for my fuck, boy? Ready to be used hard? Do you need it, bitch? Tell me what you fucking want, my cock inside your slave ass..."
Ilya struggled to say the words he knew he had to say, knew he wanted to say. More than anything in the world, this was the kind of man he'd always hoped would find him someday. A man who would bend him to his will and force him to become the total slave he had always wanted to be, needed to be. "I...I want...need your cock inside my s...slave ass, sir. Please make me your bitch..." He was practically whispering the words now and his soft murmurings fell on Kincade's ears like magical rain drops. "I know you want my cock inside you, but are you ready to have my baby inside you? To have me breed a little fucking brat inside your slave womb? To carry that infant in your body for months and then push it out? It's gonna be painful, I'm not gonna lie to you, bitch. Is that what you want? I want to hear you say it to me..."
Ilya could not force himself to look at Kincade. He could feel the man's gaze burning through him, watching him for any indication of unwillingness to submit. Even though the thought of being pregnant and giving birth was intensely frightening, he felt the yearnings, the cravings deep inside him. More than just simply physically wanting this man to penetrate him, but a profound desire within his soul to be everything to his master. Even......mother?... to his child. Suddenly he found he could hide his true feelings no longer. "Yes master! Make me pregnant with your child! I'll be your pregnant slave bitch! I'll give birth to your baby! Make me pregnant master Kincade!! I want to feel your hard cock in my slave ass and I want to feel you shoot your hot cum in me and make a baby in my belly! Yes!"
Kincade's cock was throbbing even harder now, harder than he thought possible as he let out a slight sigh and then moved to push the head of his prick against the lush opening that was spread open before him. Even in the dim firelight, he could see how pink and moist Ilya was, so fucking ready for him. Gods, the boy was stunning and the gladiator realized he simply could not wait one more minute to get inside this lovely slave bitch. With that he stretched out above the quivering lad, covering his small, slim figure with his own massive, rock hard body. "Here we go boy. You're gonna take me to the hilt..." They both gasped as his cockhead probed Ilya's anal entrance and then he was sliding into heaven, it seemed. He could feel the tiny sphincter muscle widening to accommodate his girth. Kincade had had many boys before and they almost all had trouble with his six and half inch thickness as well as the nine and three quarters of length he was packing. But they all took it and got used to it, even if they didn't like it. He knew Ilya was going to love it. Gods! He'd never had a boy with a pro-cre before and the internal lubricant was absolutely indescribable. Like silky gossamer honey, hot, moist with just the right amount of stickiness. They had no need for the small tub of lube he'd laid out.
Ilya gasped and then screamed out as Kincade reached the bottom of his rectum and continued on into his pro-cre. He opened his eyes and could see his master staring at him, inches from his face. Then that cock was pushing on his hymen and he wailed as the thick tool broke through the delicate membrane; it was almost as if he was a virgin again and truthfully he felt like one. No man had ever captured his needs so completely, forced him to look deep within himself and find what was really there. A need to serve. A desired servitude. He gripped Kincade's strong, rippling shoulders and held on for dear life as the breath was knocked out of him by the man's overwhelming power and ferocity. He could feel his master's sweat dripping onto him, could smell his master's intoxicating scent. Gods, how he loved the feeling of being taken hard, having his innards pounded into jelly and himself into submission.
Now, Kincade was all the way in and he settled himself down between the boy's smooth thighs, gratified to feel Ilya wrap his legs around his waist with no urging, just wanton need and animal lust directing his actions now. He covered the boy's mouth with his own and began to push his tongue in, tasting the sweetness of Ilya, almost like honeysuckle. He felt the kid dig his fingernails into the muscles of his shoulders, biceps and back and he loved it. And just like that they were moving together, of one accord, with one goal. "Oh Gods Ilya! I've......never......had one...so......tight...Gods! Fuck...you're beautiful!" Kincade was grunting out the words, between ragged breaths and passionate kisses, he could barely speak but he had to tell the boy how good it felt. Had to let him know.
"You're my......beautiful little...slave......bitch...gasp....Fuck!!"
For his part, Ilya was feeling like he was floating in a blissful paradise. No man had ever made him feel so submissive, made him feel like he needed that hard and brutal penetration. And he could not recall ever, ever wanting so badly for a man to cum inside him before. "M...Master!! Master! Take me! I'm your slave bitch! Make me pregnant with your baby! Put a baby inside me! Please! Pleeeeeease!!" He was wailing, gasping out the words, unable to breathe under the intense onslaught of fucking that Kincade was laying into him. He loved the feeling as Kincade slowly withdrew his cock and he tried desperately to keep it inside him by tightening his anal muscles, but to no avail. Then he loved it even more when his master plunged back in, pounding his cock in without a trace of gentleness, just pure unadulterated lust. He loved the thickness of Kincade's cock and how long it was. Gods, it stretched him so wide apart and reached so deep into him. His new master was like some kind of god. It had been since before his surgery that Ilya had last known a man's touch and he knew he was not going to last long with this violent slamming cadence. He could already feel that familiar tingle in his balls as Kincade's shaft and head continually grazed his pleasure nub, buried in his ass. He was going to shoot and neither heaven nor hell could hold it back. He arched into his new master, wrapping himself around the man as tightly as possible and then stiffened up as he relaxed into a mind-numbing orgasm. "OOOOOOHHHHHHH YEEEEEEEES MASTER! MAAAAAASTER! I.......I.......I'M CUUUUUUUUMMMMMMINGGGGGGGG MASTER!! OH GODS YEEEEEESSSSS! OOOOHHHHH GODS YES!"
Kincade could feel that he was getting dangerously close to cumming. Damn, he'd hoped to make this last for a while, but it had been so long and his cock and balls had minds of their own in this matter. Suddenly Ilya was screaming out an orgasm and seconds after he felt the boy wet both their chests, he went into frenzy and pounded the bitch harder than he had ever fucked anyone before. The tightness, the moistness, breaking the hymen, making a baby in the kid's belly.... It was all too much and it had been weeks since he had last shot his load. With one final groan he slammed into the kid's upturned tush and buried himself balls deep in boy ass. "OOHHHHHH FUCK YEAH! FUUUUUUUCK YEEEEEEAAAAAH! OHHHHH GODS BITCH! TAKE IT BITCH! TAKE MY FUCKING LOAD WHORE! I'M CUMMING IN YOU BOY! BREEDING YOUR BOY ASS!! FUUUUCK YEAAAH! OHHH GODS! SOOO FUCKING GOOD! GODS! CUUUUMING INSIDE YOUR SLAVE ASS, BOY! YEAH!......." He relaxed into a deep cum, the kind that just seems to keep on going, one, and then two then three and eventually eight powerful shots he fired into the youth's asshole. He was gasping by the end, unable to so much as move an inch.
They both collapsed into the animal skin bedroll, the fire warming their sweaty skin in the cool night air. Kincade waited while he pushed out a few last droplets of sperm into Ilya's ass and then rolled over next to him, the boy still collared and chained, but now exhausted. Kincade was still a little hard and he'd be shrinking fast, but he chuckled as he saw that Ilya was already hard again, his little white boner pressing against the onyx skin of his master's thigh. He kissed the boy's forehead and pulled him closer into his hard, muscled physique. The boy was already falling asleep. Kincade chuckled again as he thought of the likelihood that Ilya would be up for another go round, probably within a very short time. He better get some sleep while he could. He had a feeling he was going to spend a lot of time inside his new slave boy's ass.
I hope you all liked this. I realize that male pregnancy is not everyone's cup of tea, but there is something about it that I find utterly fascinating. I hope you do as well. Please feel free to contact me with any comments or questions about any of my stories.
Best, D.O. celliophonic@yahoo.com http://groups.yahoo.com/group/bestbbcstories/