Chapter 2
Mica stood nervously, staring about the room. Being naked didn't help. He recognized the room immediately. It was a relatively non-descript 20x20 room with a bed, a bank of monitors, and a series of mirrors along the main wall. He knew they were one-way mirrors because the last time he saw this room, he was on the other side. So, perhaps there was someone observing him at this moment. It was only days ago that he was the observer, watching that giant and ferocious-looking black man mount his pale-skinned white slave boy. Doctor Virtaneen said this room was used for breeding sessions. Therefore, it was no secret what was about to happen.
That knowledge only fed Mica's anxiety. There was nothing he could do to stop it.
A hospital orderly had led him to this room, then left without a word. The door locked behind him, trapping Mica in this room.
Mica tensed up as the door opened, and Dr. Virtaneen entered the room.
"Hello Mica. You look lovely today."
Mica was in no mood for pleasantries. He dropped to his knees, hands grasped together to beg for mercy. "Please doctor, don't make me do this. I can't go through this!"
The doctor offered his hand, directing Mica to stand. "Now, now, none of that. Your master, Mr. Rohan has invested quite a bit in you. I'm sure you're just eager to have your master's seed. I know from your file that you're still a virgin."
"No! I mean, I am. It's just..."
The doctor patted Mica's head. "It's OK. Don't be nervous. A pretty thing like you will do a good job of pleasing your master. And now that you have your sheath, you can bear his child."
"But I'm a boy."
"Yes, but you know better. You've seen it. Now that you have your sheath, you have ovaries, and now eggs. In time, you'll have a womb, and breasts which can be milked."
"But I'm a boy." Mica repeated his protest. His tone pleading for mercy. He was already dreading the moment Rohan would penetrate him. He had felt, but not seen his new master's cock, and could only imagine the pain. Yet, being raised as a slave, Mica had somewhat accepted that this would be his fate.
Now, there was something infinitely worse to fear. Pregnancy. It would be bad enough if he was a girl being subjugated and raped. Yet, being a boy, Mica could not forget what he had witnessed. Poor Aveer, the young slaveboy giving birth through his anus. In Mica's mind he could still hear Aveer's screams.
The doctor knew what he was thinking, but continued to act as if this was completely natural. "Yes, you are a lovely boy. You're going to make your master so happy."
As if Mica cared about that. All he cared about was escape. And if his escape hurt the brute of a man who claimed to be his owner, than so much the better.
Mica didn't really hate Rohan. He hadn't really done anything to him yet. `Yet' being the operative word. His sinister plans were enough to engender hatred and fear.
Mica had no response, other than glowering at the doctor.
"Let's get you ready. Climb onto the bed on your hands and knees. I'll get you lubricated."
Mica stood defiantly, staring at the doctor.
The doctor was accustomed to such obstruction attempts, and took it in stride. "Don't be like that Mica. Do you want me to get an orderly to force you into position? I can assure you, you'll want plenty of lubrication for your first time. Your sheath will produce lubrication, but it does take some time for the body to adjust."
Reluctantly, Mica climbed onto the bed as instructed. He had attempted to resist the orderlies over the past few days and always failed. They were always much bigger and stronger than he was.
It was disconcerting to have the doctor's latex covered fingers rubbing against his asshole, but Mica just slowed his breathing to try and relax. This was embarrassing to admit to himself, but he was not unfamiliar with the feeling of having something in his ass. First, being inspected at the slave market. Then having the sheath inserted. And finally, the enema he had received mere hours ago.
The slave market felt like ages ago, but it had been merely last week.
The warm oily fingers actually felt good inside him. Despite himself, Mica moaned. He stopped mid-gasp, and buried his head in shame.
The doctor laughed, and playfully slapped Mica's ass. "It's OK to enjoy it. Your body knows your ass is meant to be filled. Preferably by your master's cock."
Speaking of, Rohan then entered the room. He even towered over the doctor, and easily dwarfed the innocent slave boy kneeling on the bed. His years of wrestling showed on his muscular frame.
He was only wearing a robe, revealing his readiness. His eyes lit up at the sight of Mica naked on the bed, with fingers in his ass.
The doctor withdrew his hand, and removed his gloves. "Excellent timing Mr. Rohan. I have just finished lubricating your slave's ass to enhance your breeding session."
The fighter paid little attention to the doctor. His eyes remained glued to his delicate slave boy. He had held off his lust to enhance this moment, and he now had a burning desire to ravage his young plaything.
"I will leave you now to enjoy your slave. Everything is ready as we have discussed. We also placed a special dye in his innards during his enema so we can use the Intro Monitor to confirm a successful copulation."
Rohan simply nodded, allowing the doctor to exit the room. At the moment, he wasn't even thinking about the boy's sheath, or a successful copulation. He only had lust for this smooth skinned boy, and his sexy round ass.
Mica didn't move. He was transfixed as his master removed his robe and approached him. He was certainly filled with fear and dread for what was about to happen. Yet, surprisingly, he was also aroused. Rohan was quite the man. Rock hard abs, huge biceps, toned pecs, and legs like tree trunks. And then there was that monstrous cock, long and thick. This exemplary model of masculinity was equally arousing and terrifying.
Rohan moved to the front of the bed, his cock now inches away from Mica. "Service me!"
Mica knew better than to resist. He immediately wrapped his lips around Rohan's cock. Only the head could fit in his mouth. This was his first time, so he hoped he was doing it right. He had heard somewhere that he was meant to gag on it, so he forced himself to take it deeper.
He pulled back, coughing, and gasping for breath. He then looked up, nervous that his master would be angered by him stopping.
Fortunately, Rohan was understanding. "It's OK boy. Proceed. Use your tongue and saliva to get me wet. I can assure you, you'll be getting lots of practice." He then laughed.
Mica didn't doubt him. He proceeded to lick along the full length of the shaft. Back and forth, ensuring his tongue reached every inch. The smell and taste encouraged him. The cock was still stiffening, becoming a majestic pole. This was a real man's cock. Mica was not only relaxing, but also beginning to enjoy this.
He took the cock back in his mouth. This time he managed to take it deeper down his throat. He was gagging, but did manage to control it. Evidently he was doing something right because Rohan began to emit a manly groan, and gripped his hair. Mica was losing himself, bobbing up and down on this ivory pole.
His master's breath was heavier. "That's it bitch boy! Take that cock! Choke on it!"
Far from being frightened, Mica felt encouraged. He took the cock in deeper, audibly gagging on it. The lack of breath caused him to be light headed, and tears to form in his eyes.
Rohan provided a reprieve, pulling out. Mica gasped, struggling for breath. He looked up to see his master's expression, but the giant fighter was already moving behind him.
Mica remained on his hands and knees. He felt it as his master climbed onto the bed. Rohan's muscular hand squeezed his ass cheeks.
Knowing there was no fighting this, Mica decided to send a signal. He parted his legs.
Rohan laughed with delight, and smacked the exposed ass. "That's it. Good bitch. You know what you're for." One hand gripped the slave's hip, while the other guided his cock between those soft ass cheeks.
Behind a two-sided mirror, Dr. Virtaneen observed the action. He remarked to himself. "That's it Mica. I can see that the sheath is taking effect. Your natural submissiveness has now given you a yearning to receive a man's seed."
Mica gasped as the tip of Rohan's cock pressed into him. Even with the generous lubrication, the size of his master's cock made it painful. The pain intensified as the cock slowly pressed in further. His gasps turned into whimpering and crying. He was nearly breathless.
Rohan buried his cock deep in his slave's ass. The tight hole squeezed his cock. And the boys whimpering aroused him beyond measure. Only the doctor's warning that penetrating too forcefully could damage the sheath tempered his pace. It also helped to prolong his pleasure. He began a slow and steady rut.
Mica moaned with each thrust. With his master's strong hands holding him firmly in place, he felt the full force each time the cock was driven deep into his ass. His muscles stretched and strained to accommodate the intrusion. His legs collapsed under the force, and he was pushed down into the bed. With his legs strewn apart, his ass was even more vulnerable to his master's onslaught.
The pain developed into a dull ache. Then, there was a tingling sensation. That tingling became pleasurable. And now, his cries and moans were ones of pleasure. He arched his back to receive every inch of his master's cock.
Rohan was voicing his pleasure as well. Deep throated grunts. "Yeah, take it bitch! ... You like being fucked, don't you slave?!"
To which, Mica cried out, "Yes master!"
Rohan tensed up, and stopped his thrusts with his cock fully buried in his slave's ass. Mica held still, his own cock twitching against the bed. Then, with a loud groan, Rohan pumped his seed deep into the boy. Mica was so aroused that he squirted onto the bed beneath him.
The muscular giant collapsed onto the bed beside his slave. Both were sweating profusely, and catching their breaths.
Rohan looked over at the bank of monitors. He had specifically asked the doctor what to look for. Seeing the result he wanted brought a smile to his face.
Mica, followed his master's attention. Although, he didn't know what any of the graphs meant. He politely asked, "What are you looking at master?"
Rohan pointed to one of the monitors. "Do you see that green light?"
Mica followed his direction, and then nodded.
Rohan gently stroked his slave's face, staring him in the eyes. "It means you have been successfully impregnated. Isn't that wonderful?"
Mica shuddered. His earlier fear resurfaced. Nevertheless, he could see how this made his master so happy. He leaned forward and kissed him.
They passionately embraced and kissed one another.
With the return of his vigour, Rohan had a wicked grin. "I think we should make sure it is a successful procedure."
Mica nodded with a giddy delight. He returned to his position on his hands and knees. Rohan was soon behind him, mounting him for a second time. This time, Rohan was able to hold out longer. And yes, Mica still felt the pain of penetration, but he now knew the pleasure which followed his surrender.