Date: Sun, 8 Mar 2009 09:49:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dan Opercorn <celliophonic@yahoo.com>
Subject: Earth 2345: Pregnant Slave Boys

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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