Babysitting Backfire
mc; mg; Mdom; bond; preg; inc
Jamil Jones was a certified babysitter, he'd taken the Red Cross course and everything. It had been six months since the thirteen-year-old had started babysitting, and he enjoyed earning forty dollars a night watching children. He had his favorite families to babysit, of course. They were the ones with just girls that he could use his hypnotism app on.
It was a Tuesday afternoon, though, and he generally didn't babysit Monday through Thursday nights. He'd do a Sunday night for someone special, at a premium, but thus far he'd only broke his no-babysitting-Monday-through-Thursday rule once, about four months ago. And that was truly an emergency case, when Mrs. Montano's water had broken, leaving him to watch her eight-year-old daughter Maria. That had been a fun night. It wasn't often that he got to take a virgin.
At the moment he was relaxing on his bed, his violin tucked under his chin. As he played Pachelbel's Canon in D, his mind went replayed a few recent conquests. There was Heather on the corner, a tight little ten-year-old auburn haired beauty. Who could forget the twins Gwen and Gloria, whose seven-year-old pussies had been plowed before he'd gotten to them? And of course there was Maria. The most beautiful sound he'd every heard. Maria. The name would never be the same for him.
"Jamil! Mr. Montano's on the line for you," his mother called up the stairs.
"All right," Jamil said, putting down his violin. He picked up the phone. "Mr. Montano?"
"Jamil Jones, you, my house, now." Mr. Montano said, before hanging up.
Jamil put down his fiddle and rushed over to the Montano's house as quickly as possible. He rang the doorbell and the door opened.
"Come in," Mr. Montano said.
As Jamil entered the house, he noticed that Maria Montano was standing in the middle of the living room, completely naked. She was staring out at nothingness, obviously in a trance, as her hands held her swelling belly. Jamil heard a click next his ear and felt the barrel of a gun press into his temple.
"Did you hypnotize my eight-year-old-daughter so you could fuck her, and not do anything to prevent her from getting pregnant?" Mr. Montano asked.
"I didn't think she could get pregnant," Jamil stuttered.
"But you don't deny the rest," Mr. Montano stated, pressing the gun tighter against Jamil's temple.
"I don't," Jamil admitted. He couldn't deny it, not with the gun against his head.
"Maria, strip Jamil," Mr. Montano ordered, before backing off a bit, but still pointing the gun at him.
Jamil stood there, as Maria removed all of his clothes. As she pulled down his pants, his limp cock was revealed. Soon he was naked, standing before Mr. Montano and his daughter.
"Sit in the chair," Mr. Montano ordered, pointing to a Windsor chair with arms. Jamil sat down in it. "Maria, tie him to the chair." Maria first tied his arms in place, then his legs. Finally she put a rope right under his shoulders and tied that through the spindles. Only then did Mr. Montano put down his gun on the end table.
"You knocked up my daughter, and now you must pay the price for the rest of your life," Mr. Montano said, picking up a tablet from the same end table. "You started her early, and you're going to have to survive the results, all the results, because my daughter is a good Catholic girl who will never turn her husband down and never abort her baby. And as for you, well, every sperm is sacred, if a sperm is wasted, God gets quite irate. You're not going to be able to cum anymore unless you're in Maria, a girl you've been hired to babysit, or one of your fertile little sisters."
"Not my little sisters!" Jamil said struggling against his bonds. He had three little sisters, and he didn't want them to get pregnant, even though he had sex several girls without any protection himself. They were pure.
"Oh they won't have a problem, and neither will you," Mr. Montano said, placing the tablet in front of him, an app already running, showing him a pattern of expanding circles. A tune also began to play, 'Every Sperm is Sacred.'
It was the same app as the one he'd used on his phone on all the girls he had babysat. He couldn't look away, as it captured his mind. He was no longer Jamil Jones, babysitter. He was Jamil, husband-to-be of Maria and baby maker. He was going to keep her naked and pregnant, and his own sisters wouldn't escape his seed anymore. He couldn't waste his seed. It belonged in a girl. Every sperm was scared. He was going to make sure that he was successful with every girl he'd been hired to babysit. He didn't need to wear clothes, and neither did they. Every one of his offspring would be taken to Father O'Malley to be baptized and raised in the Catholic Church, just like Maria had been.
Jamil felt his bonds loosen, as the tablet was taken away from his face. Maria stood right in front of him. He couldn't stop himself. He stood, then embraced her naked body. Soon they were both on the floor, his cock embedded in her. Only inside her could he come, and he had a load that he wanted to give to his Maria.
Jamil pulled out of Maria. It had been a decade since he's first made love to her and created his first child inside her, and she was ready for another. He lived to put his babies inside her and his other girls. He'd put a dozen inside Maria and his three little sisters. All told he'd fathered almost two hundred children. He was still a baby maker, and he was still hired to babysit little girls, in addition to his job as a music teacher at the elementary school.
Jamil was still like he'd been when Maria had given birth to his first daughter. Mr. Montano had done something to him to prevent him from growing more, and he hadn't put on clothes since the day that Mr. Montano had turned the tables on him. If anything, he looked a little younger, since he'd lost all his hair below his neck. No one in the neighborhood had a problem with the naked boy taking care of their daughters' fertility. Mr. Montano saw to that.
Mr. Montano felt it was good for the neighborhood, having lots of babies and a good school. And besides, the music teacher was darn good to his daughter and her children. He'd seen to it.
