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Daddy waits for Mertle, a slim, simply dressed androgyne not quite Daddy’s own age, who picks him up at the airport dressed in black and whites, like hotel staff.

“Welcome, sir. Master Kirk extends his greetings.”

He picks up Daddy’s bags and packs them in the trunk, opens the door for him while daddy checks out his trim little ass. Daddy relaxes and smokes a cigar in the car while Mertle drives them to the beach, where a ferry waits to takes the car across the Atlantic to the Isle of Glen.

“Master just started the breeding ranch about 5 years ago,” Mertle explains as they cross on the ferry, under the sunlight. “He keeps stables of mares-- boys who have been cunted-- under lock and key in various ways, so he knows that all the offspring they bear are his. The mares are pumped full of fertility drugs, wombs ripe to seed. The Master fucks them whenever he’s horny-- no condoms, no birth control, no protection, nothing to stop his seed from taking root deep in their bellies. Naturally this results in pregnancies, but not nearly as easily and frequently as with women. There are also service staff of varying degrees around the estate, usually nullified, but some are eunuchs, and the heavy labor staff have had their cocks clipped off, but still have balls. Friends of Master Kirk and other guests can request any of service staff for sexual service, but if you want to use a mare you need specific permission from Master Kirk.” Mertle pauses. “Aside from guests and the resident doctor, the Master is the only male living on the island estate who retains his full cock and balls. Oh, except for the baby of course.”

Daddy raises an eyebrow. “All those mares and only one baby?”

“No, sir. Six babies so far. But only one boy.”

“How many slaves total?”

“There’s about almost 50 of us now—15 or so servants and 25 laborers and maybe 8 or 9 mares.”

Daddy’s dick stiffens at the idea of having a stable full of pussyboys, legs spread and cunts ripe and open, waiting to be knocked up with his sperm.

After the ferry docks and the car deboards, Mertle pulls into a tunnel of kudzu, sunlight dappling through the walls of leaves. Like traveling into another world, Daddy chuckles. Then the tunnel opens up onto a huge estate, green and gold, blankets of kudzu grown over stone walls, the sun on the grass, a fountain, a manor house and other buildings. The sound of the beach in the distance.

“We’re here, sir,” Mertle smiles. “Welcome to the Isle of Glen.”

As Daddy follows the boy carrying his bags, he sees his old friend across the field swinging an woodaxe over a stump The man drops his axe and saunters towards them in jeans and boots, shirt off, beefy muscles flexing. There’s more silver in his brown hair and close clipped beard than when he and Daddy last hung out, making him look even sexier than he did when they were young.

“You old devil!” Daddy slaps Master Kirks back and the old friends shake hands, “50 slaves and still chopping firewood?”

Master Kirk grins, and wipes his forehead with his arm. “It’s great to have you visit, buddy. And nice to know I’m not the only one interested in breeding boys. Mertle will take you to your rooms while I go shower.”

Mertle shows his room and leaves his bags with him.

“I’d like a snack before dinner. I can get it myself, just tell me where.”

“You can go down to the sunroom if you’re hungry, there’s a kitchen and servants there.”

Daddy changes and goes down to a large sunny room. A dark-haired, furry eunuch approaches him. “The chef is cooking something for you and Master Kirk, sir. But in the meantime I’ve brought you some samplings.”

Daddy takes the tray and sits, begins to suck on an olive. The view from the window nearby reveals a stunning countryside. What a wonderful place. It makes him want to leave the city, come out and start a farm somewhere.

He hears footsteps outside. The porch door opens into the room.

“Oh! I didn’t realize anyone was here. I just came to get some food.”

Daddy can’t help but suck his breath at the beautiful naked boy standing before him, holding a baby in the crook of his muscular left arm. The boy is slightly smaller than his own Boy, 5’6” or so. The light of the setting sun coming in through the door glints over his short blond hair, haloing him in gold. He looks athletic and boyish and healthy, skin the golden brown of a California tan but radiating with a subtle, unmistakable glow. Perfectly shaped pink lips, big blue eyes a jewel-like ocean-green. A sprinkle of freckles across sunburnt cheekbones, a clean strong jaw dusted with golden stubble. He wears small gemstone studs in his ears, the color of his eyes, and a silver collar, the kind that could in a normal social environment pass as a thick rope of jewelry, but snug and heavy enough that he cannot ignore its constant presence around his throat.

“Hi,” he says. “I’m David.” David holds in his arms the most beautiful child Daddy has ever seen. A 12 mos old boy with wispy-blond curls and smooth plump cheeks, big blue-green eyes blinking up at Daddy in silent wonder. David looks down at the baby, nuzzling his mouth against the soft blond curls. “And this,” he says smiling, “is Reese.”

Daddy sees David has fine blond bodyhair, not unlike the child he holds in his arm, but thicker, and bushy in his pits and legs. His muscles are athletic but not huge, the kind of shoulders, biceps, legs you want to visualize in graceful movement. His pecs are firm, capped with large, thick, swollen areolas the size and shape of eggs, tips pink and stiff, pointing slightly out, like a pair of big pink rubber teats. His chest dips in under his pecs and then swells up and out into a huge, pregnant belly, as smooth and big and round as a beach ball, navel protruding in a convex bump. The voluptuous curve bulges, incongruent against his otherwise athletic form, and heavy with child, before leading to the soft plump dimpled mound between his legs. But somethings different.

The boys slit is laced up on the outside like a boot, snug enough that he cant even wedge his fingertip between the lips to reach his huge, stiff, thumb-sized clit. It aches, trapped and throbbing in his folds ever since Master Kirk shot this load of baby in him and had him all sewn up. Master Kirk will have to open David when his water breaks so he can have the baby, and the doctor has a copy of the keys, just in case. In the meantime, Master Kirk can use Davids ass. The laces closing his cunt are barely even loose enough to let him urinate, which he does frequently now in his third trimester, spraying all over his thighs and ass and toilet. Sometimes Master Kirk is hard on him for making a mess, but with his cunt sewn up he just cant help it. A tiny gold padlock dangles from the laces.

Daddy’s pants seems suddenly way too tight as his cock strains against them. He watches as the baby grabs at David’s fat pink nipple-teat, mouth open, makes a noise. David shifts the baby into a cradling position to accommodate him, uses his fingers to help his little hungry pink mouth to attach to his nipple, and begins the breastfeeding. His eyes close in the momentary bliss of suckling his Masters first-born son, and he gazes down at his beautiful baby through blond lashes. Daddy watches, fascinated and aroused. The pregnant boys eyes gaze back boldly as daddy watches him, all muscles and stubble with a baby sucking his teat, looking erotic, and otherworldly, and self-contained.

“I see you’ve met David,”

Master Kirk says, joining daddy at the table, freshly showered and clean clothes. He reaches out and rubs Davids head, then touches their baby’s fine blond hair. “When your done nursing give him to someone to look after and meet us in the atrium. I’m showing you off after dinner.”

“Yes Daddy,” David looks up at the man in devotion. “I’ll just put him down to sleep first... Is that why all those cars and guests are here?”

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It is dark out, the atrium is filled with men, some with their own modified boys and support servants in tow, talking, sharing info. One man leads his tattooed nullo around on all fours by a leash. Another wears his Boy on his cock, the boys head encased in his leather shorts, forced to stumble on his knees after his master. Most of the Boys have had their genitals removed to some degree, most commonly the balls, but there are several nullos too.

Daddy doesn’t see the other cuntboys. He wonders if they are in their stables, locked up for the night.

The isle of glen servants rush about with food and drinks. Daddy wonders if maybe he should have brought his own boy after all, but it’s probably best he didn’t, Boy probably isn’t ready.

Daddy sees David, so knocked up with babies he can barely walk, his back swayed and legs spread in a wide pregnant waddle. His bubble ass is round and smooth. A tiny discreet mark is branded in into the rear of his right hip. Master Kirk walks with one strong hand holding his neck from behind, fingers gripping around the sides as he proudly steers David around the room. The other hand occasionally moves to possessively rub the turgid swollen belly that bulges with his seed.

Master Kirk leads David to a leather armchair and sits in it, spreading his legs as the party continues around them. He unbuttons his jeans and takes out a huge thick, beautiful cock, sprouting up like a large branch, the fat round ballsac hanging like a huge ripe fruit. David leans back, one hand supporting his lower back and the other his baby bump as he slowly gets down on all fours between his Master’s legs, knees spread, hands flat on the floor. He makes quite a picture from the side, his all-american-boy face hungry with desire, his long teat-like nipples flaring, his masculine muscles strained to offset the gravity of his heavy pregnant belly.

David startles as he feels the baby kick. It feels like butterflies moving around inside him. Lately the baby has been moving and kicking a lot. The baby even seems to respond to Master Kirks voice. The weight and sudden movement of the lump inside him feels like an invasion, a big heavy, fluttering rock pressed up against his bladder and stomach and lungs. The size and weight of his abdomen presses down on his pelvis and everything below, a constant pressure from which he can’t escape. At the same time, David feels serene and wonderful, his body feeling entirely filled up and possessed, blissed out on the closeness with his baby, and the satisfaction of nourishing his Master’s seed. The feeling of beauty is sometimes so overwhelming that his breath catches in his chest and his eyes fill with tears.

David inhales, breathing in the warm, pungent, masculine odor of Masters cock and balls. He moans in sudden, desperate need, rubbing his nose and open mouth against the big round pink ballsac, nuzzling the giant cock. His heartbeat quickens. He loves his Masters cock and balls so much he can never get enough of them, and it feels so good to have them in his face now. He licks them while the crowd mingles, happy and absorbed in the pleasure of it, long slow heavy strokes, using his whole tongue to massage the big plump orbs that produced the seed growing in his belly.

Master Kirk reaches down between his legs to palm the back of David’s head, rubbing up and down over the short buzzed haircut, then tousling the boys blond bangs.

“How’s my little pregnant mare?”

David’s trapped and buried clit stiffens at the words. Wetness seeps from between the laces of his pussy, dripping onto the smooth tile floor. Master Kirk always makes him feel so dominated, so aroused and completely possessed. It’s been over 2 yrs since Master Kirk cunted him, and he rarely even thinks about having a cock anymore. But oh how David misses his clit! He hasn’t been able to see or play with it in so long, almost a year.

Master Kirk reaches down and strokes David’s stiff pink teats, playing with the thick, sensitive nipples, getting them fully aroused. Master Kirk signals, and someone brings him something. Two long, cylindrical pieces, connected by a jumble of wire and chain and hoses. Master Kirk takes the two long silver teat cups with rubber liners and reaches down and puts them on David’s long fat nipples, each with a sthump! The “claw” hangs below their hoses to collect, and a chain runs from the contraption to an electrical outlet. Master Kirk punches some buttons a remote control. David gasps as he feels the milking machine turn on. The milking works in two phases, alternating back and forth every second or two, 40-60 times a minute. The industrial-grade vacuum sucks Davids teats, drawing milk from them. The pain is sudden. He squeals. Then the lower part of the chamber maintains suction, while the upper part relaxes, collapsing the rubber liner which massaging his teats, sending pleasure shooting up them.

David gives a long low gutteral moan and nuzzles Master Kirk, tonguing his way up the cockshaft, spreading his tongue out, making Master Kirk’s cock all wet and shiny with his spit as the machine milks his nipples, sucking them even deeper into the vacuum chambers. David can feel it pulling the milk right out of him in an erotic pulsation. He suddenly worries if there will be enough milk left for his baby! But the pulsating rhythm of painful vacuum-suction and massage-release on his teats sends twin fingers of pleasure and pain through him, like static electricity in every nerve ending of his spine.

“He needs to be milked a lot now in order to produce good amounts of milk for the baby”. Master Kirk says. He turns off the machine and slowly pops the teat cups off of David, revealing his nipples have truly become udders, long as a finge and three times as thick, engorged, a dark deep pink and slippery with milk. They’re so sensitive the air against them makes David tremble and groan. Master Kirk’s calloused hands reach down to squeeze them. David pushes his ass up and moans loudly in helpless pleasure, opens his mouth wide, tongue up to Master Kirks cock. When he gets to the head he pauses, looking up at Master Kirk with his big, blinking, jewel-blue eyes, pretty pink lips in an O around the fat spongy head of his favorite cock, muscular shoulders flexing. Master Kirk tugs on one big fat milk-teat and then the other, hand milking the boy til he’s squirting again. Then David opens his mouth wide and swallows the whole thing, gulping down the Masters cock til it fills up his throat completely. His nose is pressed deep into Master Kirks bristly, brown-with-silver pubes, his tongue lapping again at Masters Kirk’s big fat balls. David grunts and swallows, squeezing and undulating his throat, worshipping the big thick beautiful cock that blew him up into a pregnant pussy-mare.

Daddy sees the pussymares now, in a line led by a huge buff man with huge balls but no penis. Eight muscly young men with pregnant bellies, each so knocked up and full of Master Kirk’s babies they can barely walk, one after the other. The ballo leads them in a procession around the house and back outto the stables.

David pulls off for air, but when he goes to suck it again, Master Kirk holds his cock away. David opens his mouth again and tries to suck it, but Master Kirk keeps teasing him, slapping his face and cheeks with the heavy cock, holding it just out of his reach so he has to lean forward, pregnant belly wobbling just to almost fit it in his mouth. This carries on for several minutes, until finally, the hunky Master stands up and holds his cock still. The pregnant David stretches to reach it. But at the very last second, Master Kirk slaps Davids tongue with his cock and pulls it away. David bursts into tears. Why won’t the Master let him have it? He feels so helpless and frustrated with his clitty caged away and no cock to focus on, his udders slowly shrinking, pulsing milk. They won’t fully return to their previous size or color for several days, and even then they’ll be slightly bigger and longer.

“Yea, my good little mares all full of milk, isn’t he? I think its time I stuffed your pussy up again,”

David blushes at the mare reference, but it sounds like Master Kirk wants to open up David’s cunt, freeing his swollen clit again. “Yes sir,” Davids breath is shallow in anticipation.

Master Kirk walks around behind the moaning pregnant boy, rubbing his cow-teats and his big pregnant belly, kneeling between his knees from behind, rubbing his inner thighs. He fiddles with his pocket and finds the key to Davids padlock, and takes it off. He starts to unlace Davids pussy, loosening the first lace, closest to the anus. David moans, excited to finally get his clit free to play with. But Master Kirk only opens the very last two laces near his anus, which is all he’ll need to wedge his thick blunted cock inside, and starts to resecure the padlock.

“Noooooo….” David starts crying again. “Please, daddy, please let me touch my clit.”

“What’d I tell you?” master kirk looks at him sternly.

His pretty face crumples in disappointment. “Not until the baby’s born,” he whispers.

Master Kirk positions his cock at the slick wet opening in Davids pussy. The boys been stewing in his own juices for so long they sluice out and trickle down his legs.

Master thrusts his cock up to the hilt in David. David moans and startles forward

But inside the lacings the skin at the very tip of his clit gets rubbed along and as master fucks him hard, the heavy sac pounds against his laced up cunt right over where his clit is buried, stimulating it. Its not the same, but its enough, and David’s pussy spasms and squeezes his masters cock as an orgasm slams him. He falls to his elbows and grinds his half laced up cunt onto Master Kirks dick, throws his head back and presses his hand between his legs, howling like a bitch in heat as he squirts, the thin, sweet, almond-smelling liquid spraying out and all over his thighs and pregnant belly. Master Kirk pulls out, grabs him by the hair and turns him over on his back, his huge cock spraying jets of seed that hits and then drips from the bloated pregnant belly. David eagerly rubs the cum all over his baby bump moaning, his hand furiously rubbing his tightly-laced mound, his clit buried too deep and still stiff with desire as Master Kirk once again laces up and padlocks closed his cunt.