“So what’s so special about David?” Daddy asks. “He stays in the house and not in the stables with the other broodmares. He sleeps in your bed or on your floor. He seems to enjoy a great deal of luxury. I mean, don’t get me wrong, he’s absolutely beautiful…”

“He is,” says Master Kirk, “and unusual for a pussyboy, he always bears. Bears boys.” He pauses, as if deciding whether to continue, takes long slow drag off his cigar.

“When David was given to me as a gift from a business associate in Dubai two years ago, there was a $5 million ransom out for him.”

Daddy raises his eyebrows. Money?

Master Kirk shakes his head. “Not that I would ever let him go, not for a billion. And not that he would willingly leave. Not that they would even want him anymore, if they knew what I’ve done to him. But it pleases me to think of it every time I see him, his blond head bobbing between my legs, his tight belly swollen with my seed, his teats suckling my offspring….” Master Kirk smiles. “Watching him nurse the baby always gets me rock hard.

“David was the oldest son in a large, affluent political family, American in origin but mostly now headquartered in Europe- Northern Spain. The Kennedys would be a good equivalent. David was young and rich and on a leisure trip to surf in southeast asia- but he was also enroute to represent his family’s business interests in Bombay. The train he eventually wound up on carried many wealthy international jet-setters, as well as some high-end American military personnel. I don’t know if that was a coincidence. In any case it was seized by terrorists and all the passengers were taken hostage. The demands of the terrorists were not monetary but political- they wanted the U.S. to withdraw military support from Israel. The U.S. military refused of course, and there was nothing his family could do except put out the $5million reward. By the time it made the news the military personnel had all been executed, and the leisure hostages had already disappeared into the international slave market. My associate recognized his face from a photo of him surfing in New York Magazine and bought him at an underground auction in Qatar for $10,000 U.S. dollars.

“By the time he arrived at my condo in Dubai he had probably been fucked and beaten several times. But the look in his eyes was bold and calm--like nobody could ever really touch him. …”

Master Kirk’s memory goes back to that day, to the beautiful, bedraggled boy the arab left with him. He could not have been more than 23 or so. His golden hair was tousled and dirty, his wrists tied behind him with rope. And those canny blue-green eyes, staring, catching the light like bits of glass.

“Get on your knees, boy. Ahora.”

I could sense the relief from him, at hearing someone speak English and Spanish. The boy knelt gracefully. “You’ll be rewarded for finding me.” He said.

I took out my cock. “You haven’t been found yet.”

“My father will pay you millions of dollars for me, sir.”

“I don’t want millions of dollars.”

“Jewels, corporations, political ties.”

“I don’t want it.”

“What do you want? They’ll give you anything.”

“I have what I want, David.”

I knew I had to have him cunted and pregged before I took him on a plane, so I flew a surgeon up from Thailand and had him do it that very night. I told him to give the boy a nice big clit, and a thick hymen so I could pop his cherry like a girls. When he woke, he was extraordinarily calm about the whole thing, just staring at me boldly with those canny green eyes. I thought it was a bit eerie, but then I heard him crying that night, and figured it was just pride that kept him silent. By the time he was done healing, the fertility drugs had kicked in, making his nipples point out. I left him alone for the most part, in his own room in the penthouse, with nothing to do but watch porn and play video games, but sometimes I’d occasionally brush against his nipples and he’d gasp, revealing how sensitive they were. Or I’d grab the puffy cockless mound between his legs and give it a squeeze through the silky panties- one of the few items of clothing I gave him. I didn’t want to stay in Dubai forever, but I had to wait long enough that it became normal for him, and make sure he was knocked-up and well past his first trimester before bringing him back to the states. Just in case he had the grit to run away and play female to some women’s clinic for an abortion. He’d led way too privileged of a life to have that kind of resourcefulness probably, but there was something about him that made me want to cover my bets.

"The only clothes I left him in his room were silky panties and tight camesoles. He had to either wear them or expose his feminine parts to me. He wore them. It was several weeks before he discovered the vibrator I’d left in his bedside. Not the kind you insert- my cock would be the first thing inside his pussy- but a large flat one. I had a camera in his room, and I’d watch as he hesitantly turned it on, laying down on his back, his silky bikini panties still on, his knees up and pressed together like a girl, as he’d slip the vibrator between his muscular legs. I made sure it was one not strong enough to give him an orgasm- just enough to stimulate him when he pressed it against his his fat pink lips. After 10 minutes of this he’d start whimpering and rolling his hips, his chest heaving, his hands reaching up to gently cup the swollen points of his pecs. The rest of his body looked as hard and athletic as ever as he writhed there, exploring his femininity, thinking he was alone. Fuckin’ georgeous. Eventually he’d grow tired and shut it off, or become so aroused his eyes would cry silent tears from the emotion. I guess this relieved some of the frustration of not knowing how to make himself cum.

"I wanted to fuck him before he figured it out. The night I was ready I had him come to my room. I started kissing him, my arm around his shoulders like he was girl in high school, just for reinforcement of his role. Fondling his pecs through the camesole til his fat nipples stiffened through the fabric He seemed scared. I stroked his hair and kissed his neck. “Show me your tits David.” I whispered in his ear. And all of a sudden something came over him. He flashed a sultry smile and looked up at me, sizing me up with those sly, bright eyes. He let the straps fall loose down his arms til his tits peeped out. He leaned forward, one shoulder and then the other, and then suddenly he pushed his mouth against mine. I began kissing him the way I would a woman, parting his lips with my tongue, rubbing my thumbs against his swollen nipples, making his lips open as he moaned helplessly into my mouth. My hand slipped between his muscular hairy thighs and cupped his mound. The material of his panties was sopping. “Your pussy’s wet for me,” I said in his ear. He whimpered. I grabbed him firmly around the throat with my other hand, pinning him while I began to suck on his luscious tits, my fingers plugging his sloppy hole and grinding the heel of my hand against his clit.

"By this time my I was as hard as a rock and I wanted inside that warm virgin slit. I pulled it out, 8 inches and thick as a beer can, sticking straight aup and leakingprecum. He looked stunned for a moment, but still somewhat composed. I lay him back against the pillows and started pulling off his panties. “No…” he whispered instinctively and that’s when he started crying. But when I spread his thighs and ran a thick finger up his puffed slit and flicked his swollen clitoris, his hips rolled up in pleasure. “Your pussy’s wet and open for me David,” I said, diddling his clit until he moaned and his knees fell open more. “It’s making itself ready for my cock. Youre in estrus now, from fertility drugs, and if I drop a load in you tonight you can become pregnant.” He looked confused but knew I was telling the truth. His beautiful masculine face erupted in tears as he feebly tried to push me away. But at that point I was between his legs, my own thighs keeping his spread, my body and on top of his, my throbbing cock pressed up against his big fat dripping wet pink pussy. “You’re mine now David, and I’m gonna fill you with my seed and keep you barefoot and pregnant for so long you’ll forget what it’s like to be anything but full of my babies.” I slid the head in, ignoring his attempts to throw me off. He was small to begin with, even weaker now, and he wasn’t trying very hard. I felt the head of my cock press up against his cherry. I paused there for a second and then pushed.

"He squealed as I entered him, filling his slit til I was balls deep in his glorious wet warmth. He thrashed around a bit but with my cock rooted deep inside him, my body between his spread thighs, and my arms pinning his hunky biceps, there was nothing he could do except submit. He started sobbing but his vaginal muscles squeezed my cock as I deep-dicked him and he started to moan and respond. It made my dick jump even more to see him like that- reacting like a woman, emotional and needing to be filled, completely vulnerable and under my power with my cock splitting his female underside. “yea I’m gonna put a baby in you David. I’m gonna fuck you every night til you take a seed. I’m gonna make your waist thicken and your fat nipples leak. And once you’re bred and you’re belly swells up and your body is totally dominated by the life growing in it, you’ll be allowed to leave the hotel with me and everyone will see you’re nothing but a well-dicked mare. With my seed inside you.”

He was gasping now as I pistoned my cock in and out of him, eyes scrunched up, tears streaming doen his cheeks as he clung to me and pressed his pointy nipples against my chest, his pussy spasming with pleasure around my cock.

“Shh, it’s okay, I got you.” I whispered.

“oh my god.. oh fuck” his breath heaved “nnnaauuoooghh god unh unh, yes, oh my god…”

“Tell me how good it feels to have your slit filled with my cock, David.”

“mmm unh! it feels good” he sobbed.

“What does. Tell me. ”

“your…your cock feels so…good…unh! Oh my god what’s happening to me?”

“youre responding to me like a woman David,” I brushed his bangs aside, whispered in his ear. “Like a pussyboy with a cock filling his sloppy wet hole.”

“No! god, I cant, please no… ”

“Yes David,” I chewed on his ear as I fucked him harder. Every time my balls banged into his thick labia he’d squeeze my cock tighter and make a little helpless noise. “Yes you’re my sweet little pussymare now. Nothing but a soft wet hole between your legs and my seed shot deep in your belly.”

I was close now and ground my dick deep inside him, my groin rubbing against his clit as my cock pumped away. “I’m gonna blow my load in you and bang you up like a woman” I rode him so hard all he could do was hang on and made high pitched noises. My cock battered away at his cervix until finally, looking down at my gorgeous new pussyboy, his face messy with tears at the thought of being impregnated by me, I felt it coming. I thrust deep inside him til I felt my head touching his cervix and emptied my huge balls into it with several strong spurts of cum. “Feel that? That’s my hot load filling you up. You’ll make a great mom, David.” That must have done the trick for him because when he heard that and felt me shoot, his pussy went crazy, spasming and juicing all over me. He moaned and gasped and thrashed his head back, squealing like a bitch in a porno flick as he came, just from my dick shooting off inside him. Beautiful.

"Afterward he lay shaking and breathless, tears still slowly trickling from his eyes. His face was turned into the pillow. “Shh, it’s ok, I’m here, I’ve got you.” I wrapped my arms around him and held him close, my dick still plugging him so my sperm didn’t come out. He sobbed into my neck as I stroked his hair, and kissed his lips and his damp eyelids. Until he fell asleep.

“There was still something very...bold and silent about him, something that made his seem *his own*- there still is, frankly- but I'm beginning to think it's not due to a privileged childhood or my training of him--he's just very grounded and self-contained. Once he was bred, he had to wear a burka to leave the suite with me. I kept him naked indoors, so I could watch his belly transform over the months, from masculine washboard abs to a heavy, distended feminine swell. I loved running my hands over it, feeling its heft, knowing I had done this to him and would again, my dick always hard at the thought. Knowing he was worth so much, to so many, and that I’d completely and utterly possessed him. I could tell it made him horny too, because his teats would form drops, and by the time I got between his legs he was always panting and wet. When I realized the holidays were nearing, he was 6 months along and had been completely taken in hand. Still with that aura of autonomy about him, but submitting to my control in every way. And that’s when I booked us a return flight to the states…”