Shakey Psyche

Adam

Chapters 9-15

"I think you may have to go back to medical school, Mike. Boys can't get pregnant, the last time I checked." I was sure of this, of course, but it did rattle my cage a little.

"Yes, Kyle, I know that," he said, with a little more than just a hint of irritation. "But, as you can see on the screen, there's the beginnings of a child in there. As you said earlier, we're dealing with an unknown, here.

"His healing ability, his absence of a navel, now a pouch that is carrying a child; he may be some sort of governmental experiment."

"Oh, come on, Mike. An experiment gone awry? You might as well have said the kid was an alien."

"Maybe he is, Kyle," he said, with a serious look on his face.

"Oh, jeeze. This conversation is going from bad to worse, Mike. There's no way either option is possible."

"How do you know?" he asked, a little suspiciously.

"Remember the report I gave you?"

"Oh yeah," he said, suddenly remembering the folder. "I still can't explain the differences in the boy, Kyle."

"Dr. Evans, my name is Adam," Adam said with a little hint of a tone to it. It was the first time he had made his presence known since we got into this line of questioning.

"You're right, Adam. I apologize. Look, we don't know what to make of this, but it appears that you may be carrying a child inside you. Do you know how this might have happened?"

Adam didn't answer. He just looked down at his bare feet. I asked Mike if he could give the two of us a second. He nodded and left the room.

"You do know how this happened; don't you?" I asked him.

"You mean to me, Master?" and I nodded. "No, I don't know. But we've been doing things together, and I didn't want to get you into trouble with Dr. Evans."

I smiled at his consideration.

"I'm scared, Master," he said, looking back up with more tears welling in his eyes. It was then that I noticed what I should have noticed before. His eyes had changed. They were no longer a baby blue. The color in both eyes had changed to a darker blue with some red in it. I decided not to mention it to him or Mike. They both had too many other things on their minds. Mike walked back in the room a few minutes later.

"Well, if you're sure of that diagnosis, Mike, there's nothing you can do for him. Is there?" I asked him. Mike shook his head. "Again, Mike, I want this kept totally quiet."

"No problem, Kyle. I don't think it would help Adam if this gets out either. I will want to see him at least once a week to make sure that this thing isn't going to hurt or kill him. Can you bring him in on Monday?"

"Sure thing, Mike, see you then."

He nodded back to me, and we left the room to get his clothes he left behind in the other room. We left the office and headed through the waiting room to the outside world. The bald man that Adam had been talking to before we went inside was still there, and nodded to the boy as we left. Adam tried to smile back, but couldn't.

We headed home in silence. Armand didn't bother engaging us in any conversation, sensing that something was wrong. We arrived at home and he headed to his loft. I left him alone for a while and went to check on him around noon or so with some lunch for both of us.

Adam was sitting on his bed with a book on his lap, but I didn't think he was studying it at all. He turned to look at me as I entered.

"Are you okay, under the circumstances, that is?" I asked him.

"I think so, Master. I don't understand. I know that I can't get pregnant; only girls can. So, how did this happen?"

"I don't know Adam, but over the near future, we're gonna try and find out. Dr. Evans has set aside the entire day for you on Monday when we go see him. We'll find the answers."

We talked some more about the situation. It was more to calm him down than me, but I was also severely rattled. I wasn't the one to go through all the changes, if Mike was correct, that is. I still wasn't totally convinced he was right, but I wasn't going to expose Adam to another doctor. The fewer people that knew about this, the better.

The rest of the week, I told Adam that he didn't have to do his duties. He was adamantly (forgive the pun) opposed to that. He made sure that I knew that nothing would change because of this problem.

Friday night brought another surprise from Adam. He walked back in the den after his lessons with the metal collar on. I asked him if he was sure, and he nodded. I motioned towards the shelf and we went downstairs for a session.

To make sure that no pressure was put on his stomach area, just in case the good doctor was right, I tied Adam up spread-eagled between the two poles again. A leather strap about three inches [7½ cm] wide was used on the rejuvenated skin of his buttocks. After the tenth strike of the strap, he whispered something that I didn't catch. I leaned closer to him and asked him to repeat himself.

"Harder, Master," he whispered again. I was shocked. I was not exactly using my full strength on the boy, but I certainly was making an impact. His whole butt was getting dark red and probably very painful, but he wanted it harder.

I recovered from my shock and let loose the next lash of the strap with my full strength behind it. He screamed like hell itself was unleashed against him. I continued to whip him like he asked me and he screamed the whole time. He may have screamed and cried, but his cock never lost any of its rigidity. If he was pregnant, his hormones must be going crazy.

That was when it struck me. The last two times we've played our little games, he's climaxed from just pain and no stimulation to his cock. It all started right after I came in his mouth. There had to be some connection to all of this. The speculation would have to wait for Monday; I had a willing slave to torment.

The last several licks had him cumming like never before. When I was finished with the whipping, I walked up behind him, like usual. He was panting from the workout I had just given his buttocks, and to be honest, I was breathing hard as well.

"Ask for it, Slave," I hissed into his ear, knowing what he wanted next.

"Please, Master, fuck me," he panted out. I obliged again.

Not bothering with the lubricant, I lined my stiff rod up to his backdoor again, and rammed it home. He screamed at both the initial pain of having his sphincter torn apart and the painful contact of me hitting his bruised skin. From there on, the shagging went as it usually does. He climaxed one more time before we both finished about ten minutes later.

I rested against his back, feeling the heat from the reddened skin of his asscheeks. Adam was still panting as he hung from between the poles. I recovered my strength again and disconnected the restraints from the each of the poles. I sat on the floor for a minute before we climbed the stairs. Adam crawled over to lie across my lap.

Suddenly I felt his belly move on its own and he noticed as well. We looked at each other in the eye, but didn't speak the unspoken words between us. Both of us were worried again.

"I'm hungry, Master," he said, which was another oddity. He usually is not hungry this late at night, unless he can't sleep.

"It better not be for pickles and ice cream," I said with a little mirth.

"Master?" Adam answered, not getting the joke.

"Never mind, Adam. Come on; let's get you something to eat from the kitchen."

We ate some snacks and both of us headed upstairs to sleep in my bed. I watched in growing lasciviousness from behind as he climbed the stairs. My dick began to grow again as I watched the red globes of his ass sashay back and forth while he walked in front of me.

As he climbed into bed in front of me, I ran my finger up the back of his leg and over the red skin I had caused. It was already beginning to heal, amazingly. He shivered and squirreled out of my reach. I grabbed him across his chest and we wrestled under the covers for a few minutes before settling down.

As Adam settled down, he moved his back against my side, putting his bare butt along the side of my hip. I reached over, under the covers, and felt along the curve of his divine ass. Turning towards him, I reached over his small frame in an intimate embrace. He opened his legs to allow my cock to enter his depths again.

I slid inside him in one smooth motion. He accepted me without any resistance as my cock invaded his bowels. I felt something odd at the tip of my cock. I realized right then that I had felt the same thing earlier that evening when I fucked him downstairs. It was some fold of tissue inside him that should not be there. For the time being, I just wanted to enjoy another fuck with him, so I didn't think about it.

He moved my hand down to his crotch. I thought he was going to place it around his hardened cock, but passed it to lay my hand on his balls. He moved his hand outside mine and closed it around my fingers. I took the hint and began to squeeze his small nuts in my fist. He lifted his right leg, as his normal response to that stimulus.

"Harder, Master," he whispered to me again.

Always happy to oblige, I squeezed my fist tighter around his nuts. He hissed at the pain, but I could tell it was turning him on something fierce. His dick was sticking straight outward from his body. I continued to squeeze as well as pummel his innards with my cock until I came inside him again. He orgasmed right after me, and we fell asleep, feeling each other's warmth.

The next morning brought his friends over to the house. I warned Adam, while we were taking our shower together, not to tell his friends about what Mike had told him. Until we were sure about this situation, it was best not to let everyone know about it. He agreed.

Incidentally, Jeeves called that previous Monday and gave his resignation. I guess having to take orders from a ten-year-old was too much for him. I really don't miss him, and Adam and I can make do for ourselves on the weekends.

The boys actually had a fuck-session in my pool with Adam that afternoon. I watched the boys have their fun. One was attacking his asshole, another one was down his throat, and the last boy was sucking Adam's cock. It seemed that all of them were having fun. Once each of them came, they would switch places, but Adam was always the centerpiece of the action.

I was a little envious about this, but didn't intrude on their fun. That evening, I took the boys to a show in downtown Chicago. We returned to the house around eleven o'clock and the boys were allowed to stay over the night, so they stayed with Adam in his loft. I wondered what they would be doing to the poor boy. Yeah, like he hated every second of it. I did tell them to go a little easy on him, but I didn't give them a reason.

Sunday, they invited me in on the games as I fucked Adam from behind again in the pool area while they watched again. They seemed genuinely enthralled at how he was able to take all of my cock up his ass. I did spank him a little, but nothing too rough. I could tell from his demeanor, that he wanted more. I wasn't going to give it to him, and he didn't ask for it; not with his friends there watching.

Monday morning, Armand took me and Adam to Dr. Evans's office to be examined. The sonogram showed a few things that Mike found interesting.

"By the development of the fetus, it looks like he's only about a few weeks along." Then he turned to Adam. "How do you feel?"

"Fine, Dr. Evans. At least I'm not throwing up anymore."

"Anything else?" he asked the boy.

"Well, Master Kyle and I felt something move the other day when we were horsing around."

"That's unusual," he said, while stroking his chin.

"Everything's unusual about this, Mike. Anything specifically unusual?"

"Well, during usual pregnancies, the fetus doesn't start to move around until about half way through the second trimester. But you're sure you felt something?" The boy nodded at his question.

"How did that feel?"

"Weird, to be honest," he replied.

"Well, you'd better get used to this, because this is going to grow larger and larger. Your belly is going to stick out like you've swallowed a watermelon."

"How do we get the baby out of there, Mike?"

"Hell, Kyle, I don't even know how the kid got in there in the first place," he said, and I could tell right off that he was semi-joking with me. All three of us were worried, me worst of all. I'd like to know how this happened as well. "But to be honest, getting the child out of him will be simple; we'll do a C-section and take the baby when it gets too dangerous."

"Dangerous?" Adam asked, getting a little more scared now.

"Don't worry, Adam, that won't be for months to come. The problem is that you have no exit for the baby to fit through. What we'll do, is cut you open and take the baby from the pocket it rests in. With your healing ability, you won't even have a scar. You have nothing to worry about." He tried to sound as upbeat as possible for the boy's sake, but even I noticed more than a hint of worry in Mike's voice.

By now, I had accepted the fact that my young slave was pregnant, and the only way it could have possibly happen was from me. I wasn't worried about any type of criminal problems; I know where more than a few skeletons are buried. I was more concerned with Adam's health.

The rest of the day was uneventful. After his evening training, Adam came to me in the study. He sat down to my left on the sofa.

"I'm getting really scared now, Master," he said with his head bowed.

"I know you are, Adam, but whatever is going to happen, I'll be right by your side with you the whole way."

The following Monday morning came around and we headed to Mike's office. Adam's belly was beginning to pouch out a little bit. Mike locked the door behind us, and then ushered us into a room with a machine he had borrowed from a local hospital.

"It's a much better sonogram machine," he explained to our curious looks. "It'll give us a much better look at what's going on inside you," he told Adam.

Adam nodded, stripped to his skin, and laid himself out on the table. The machine passed over him like an x-ray, but didn't emit any harmful rays into his body. Both Mike and I watched as the bar moved up the boy's body until it reached his midriff. He stopped the bar where he had seen the baby developing the previous week. He looked at the screen a second before making a comment I will never forget.

"What the fuck?"

"What now, Mike?"

"You're not going to believe this, Kyle. The boy's got twins in there. Look," he said and offered the screen to me.

I've moved faster in my life, but not too many times. There was no mistaking the twin shapes in the picture. I saw two distinct human embryos inside my young slave's body. Both of us were looking at him with a mixture of pity and awe.

"We need to tell someone, Kyle," he said, but before I could answer, a voice at the door spoke and startled all of us out of our skin.

"That won't be necessary, Doctor." It was the young bald man I saw Adam talking to the time we were here at the diagnosis.

"Mr. Williams," Mike said, moving between Adam and the stranger. "How did you get in here? I know I locked the door behind me." He shook the man's hand, hoping, I'm sure, to get the man out of his office.

"I apologize for letting myself in, doctor, but I may be able to help in this situation. You see, I'm of Adam's father's race."

"Mr. Williams," Mike started again, but the stranger cut him off.

"I can help, Dr. Evans, I assure you," he said.

"What did you mean by his race?" I asked him. He smiled back at me, and I recognized that smile. It was Adam's smile; to a 'T'. "Let him talk, Mike," I said to the stunned doctor.

"Thank you, Mr. Henderson. Yes, I know who you are," he added. I guess the look on my face gave it away.

"First, may I see Adam's eyes?"

I looked at Adam, and he shrugged. I nodded, hesitantly. He walked over and looked down at him; straight in the eye. He didn't even look at the rest of his body, as any normal human would when they see a naked boy lying on a table. As he looked at Adam, I noticed he had the same baby blue eyes that the boy once had, before this problem began.

When he was finished looking at him, he stood back up straight and turned to look at me.

"I would guess he's about a month along into his pregnancy," he said, matter-of-factly. Now, I was really stunned. He smiled and continued.

"The color of his eyes gives it away. As his pregnancy progresses, the irises in Adam's eyes will continue to redden. When he's full term, they will be very close to the color of your poinsettias."

"And you know that how?" I asked, able to find my voice again.

"I told you; I'm of his father's race. We're not what you would call entirely human. Although, originally, we were human, but some time ago, we changed due to a major catastrophe. Why don't you let the lad get dressed and I will explain everything to the three of you?"

It seemed like a reasonable suggestion. Adam dressed while the man introduced himself formally to me as Todd Williams. It was then that I took the full measure of the man. He was tall and young looking, but completely bald on his head, with no arm hair either. He had no facial shadow from hair on his chin as well. His skin was almost albino white, but it wasn't sickly looking.

Nothing else was said until the four of us left the office. We decided the best venue for this conversation would be my place.

The drive to the house was strained. Mike was eyeing Williams cautiously. Williams, himself, was gazing out the window, as if nothing in the world bothered him. Adam fidgeted like I've never seen him. I guess the information Williams said in the room was finally sorted through his mind. Meanwhile, I would sweep the car every few minutes, gauging reactions to the newcomer.

We arrived at home and Adam retrieved a tray with drinks for all of us. The leftover whisky was in the crystal bottle in the center of the tray for any of us to drink when needed. I guess Adam figured that we might need a lot of it. The four of us sat down in the room and Williams began his explanation.

"Now, let me begin at the beginning. My race is very old; ancient, you might say. We were here before your earliest civilizations began. But a cataclysmic event almost wiped us out. Our pride and joy sank into the ocean in one day."

"Are you referring to Atlantis?"

"That is what you call it, Mr. Henderson, we have another name for it that is unpronounceable in your tongue, so I guess we can use the name 'Atlantis'," he said with a smile, and continued. "Our whole civilization was almost wiped out in a second. Only a handful of men survived the event in their laboratory. Twenty-five men out of five million survived. The thought is staggering even today." He seemed to loose himself into a memory for a second, and then he recollected himself to continue.

"Anyway, they survived by sheer luck. One of the men had been able to erect a field of energy around his laboratory to protect them. They just happened to be there. He drew the energy from the water itself, so they were never going to run out of energy at the bottom of the ocean.

"I'll spare you the details of how they survived down there, but they did manage. The only problem was that only men had survived, no women at all. Having no option, they turned to their science to save their society. As further luck would have it, a son of one of the groups leaders was there visiting him when the catastrophe occurred. They used him and changed his genetic structure to become the first breeder.

"Over the course of the next few years, or so, the boy was bred a total of ten times. Five offspring were leaders, five were breeders, and that's how it's been since then. Female genes were eliminated at the time and all children, as you call them, were male from then on. No girls or women have been born since."

"What do you call the children?" I asked, feeling a little stupid.

"Well, there are the two names we gave them; breeders and leaders. You see, through the genetic manipulation, they managed to create a process of procreation while at the same time, allowing the population to remain under control. During the procreation process of our race, there are always two offspring born at the same time; one breeder, one leader."

"What's the difference between the two?" Mike asked him.

"Well, I was just about to get to that, Doctor. The most noticeable trait is that breeders are born with hair on their heads. Leaders are totally bald and will remain that way their whole lives. But internally, breeders are born with an extra organ, or what you would call a 'womb' for bearing offspring.

"At about five or six, the womb begins to awaken, for lack of a better term, to prepare to bear offspring. A small filter in the esophagus wall opens and sperm is allowed into the womb to join with the embryos ready to be fertilized. The filter opens only when a breeder becomes sexually excited to allow the sperm to flow into the womb. The embryos grow as normal, and when the gestation period is complete, they are born through an opening at the top of what you would call the rectum. With me so far?"

All three of us nodded, stupidly, I might say. I felt like a student in school again, being given a lesson on how to brush my teeth.

"Good. Now, breeders make the milk for the offspring through the same way your women do; their breasts. The milk sacs evolved over a long period of time; they weren't there at the beginning, I'm told. During incubation, the offspring are fed through absorption in the skin from the breeder's stomach. That part is pretty complicated. Science was never my best subject.

"As far as the ages of the breeders, most of the time, the breeders are bred for the first time at about eight years old, or so."

"Um, excuse me," Mike said, and actually raised his hand.

"Yes, doctor?"

"Assuming all of this isn't some form of joke, where are these embryos kept before they are fertilized?"

"A valid question, doctor. They are kept in the lining of the womb until fertilization occurs. Once it does occur, the other embryos are protected from being fertilized."

"And they are fertilized, how?"

"As I said, sperm are sent into the womb by way of the esophagus."

"Through the mouth?"

He nodded at this, and I paled. If he was right, I know how this had happened, then. Mike's head wheeled around so fast that I thought it would come off his neck when he turned to look at me. I was about to protest to Mike when Adam spoke up.

"Don't look at him like that, Dr. Evans," he started, "it wasn't his fault. It was mine."

"Let me guess," Williams butted in, "you got a spanking and were turned on by it."

All three of us were back to the shocked stage again. He laughed.

"All breeders are very sexually active at an early age. A whipping usually brings it out the best, from what I understand. Either being spanked, whipped, or tied turns a breeder into what you might call a nymphomaniac, especially when they are impregnated. It's something to do with the hormones. Something along those lines."

"Are all leaders impotent?" Mike asked.

"We're not impotent, doctor, we're sterile. We still have sex, and with some young breeders, but we don't have offspring. For some reason, the breeders get all the breeding capabilities. When they are young, they carry the offspring, and when they are older, they begin producing sperm.

"When a breeder reaches about the age of fifteen or sixteen, the womb closes and all excess embryos are excreted. The womb dries up and becomes nothing more than a thin line of tissue. They begin producing sperm at about fourteen, and the breeder's hormones become more masculine. Usually, a breeder's ability to breed becomes dormant at about sixty years of age or so."

"What about the accelerated healing ability?" I asked him.

"Pardon?" This was the first time he had become unsure of himself.

"Adam's body has the ability to heal itself very rapidly," I told him.

"How rapidly?"

"Very. In a matter of a few weeks, he was able to totally recover from a vicious encounter and all scars were healed over."

"That, I don't know about, Mr. Henderson. I do know this, though. Adam was the first child, breeder or leader, that was ever conceived by a mixture of our two peoples. Perhaps the mix has created a side effect that is unexplainable."

"How did you know I was here?" Adam asked.

"About fifty years, or so, ago, some of our people came to the surface to see if there was anything or anyone alive. When they reported back, there was one teenage breeder who stayed. We had a bad time tracking him down, but eventually, we did.

"He was ordered to return to our society, but refused. Of course, we couldn't have him running amok, so, he was eliminated. But the damage was done. By the time we had caught up with him, he had met your mother and gotten her pregnant with you. Since we don't believe in killing the innocent, we just watched her progress.

"When she died giving birth to you, we were going to take you to back home, but we decided to let you live here. It was decided that perhaps you could bridge the gap between our two societies. Leaders were chosen, not being able to reproduce, to watch your progress as you grew up. You had us worried when you ran away, but one of our people was invited to a party thrown by Mr. Henderson about a month ago, where he reported you being found again."

"Are you here to take me with you?" Adam asked, and it was a fair question.

"I will leave that choice up to you, Adam. If you stay, you might be ridiculed by your society for being a breeder. If you come back with me, the same may happen there, being darker skinned. Either way, you'll be different, but at least here, you have some support from Mr. Henderson."

"Is everyone as light skinned as yourself?" I asked him.

"Yes. As we are now totally under the water, the sun doesn't get to us. We've managed to build some solar generators, but they don't put out the same heat as the sun."

Adam looked at me and then back to Williams. Having finished his tale, Williams was silent. Of course Mike had about a million questions just begging to be asked of him, but he waited. All of us waited for Adam's answer.

"Well, I do have a contract to fulfill, Mr. Williams, with Master Kyle. And if there's one thing I've learned, it's to hold to your word." Adam then turned to him, face to face. "Could you stay and help me through this thing, though?"

"You may stay here, Mr. Williams, if you like," I offered, since he would be helping my slave through his pregnancy.

"I would appreciate that, Mr. Henderson," he answered coyly. "And, yes, Adam, I will stay and help you."

"Call me Kyle, since we're going to be spending the next eight months or so together," I said with a warm smile.

"Then call me Todd. And the length of Adam's pregnancy will be about seven months, not your nine. So, he has about six or so to go."

"I'd like to talk to you about the particulars, if you please," Mike spoke up.

"No problem, doctor," Williams answered back. "Just realize that I don't know everything, and I won't know the answers to all of your questions. As I said earlier, science was never my strong suit."

"Understood," Mike said with a smile. I'm sure he just wanted some more answers to some more obvious questions that had not been asked.

"What is your strong suit, Mr. Williams?" Adam asked.

"I'm a diplomat, Adam. I handle disputes between peoples."

Now, with those issues resolved, the two left the room while I was left with a scared Adam. I reached over and hugged him close. We stayed that way from some time. He did cry a little, but not an overwhelming one.

Mike and Williams talked in to the late night about the anatomy of the Atlanteans. I could hear Williams answer as best as he could; he didn't know everything, but he did know a lot more than either of us did. That made him the expert. Mike stayed the night, continually asking Williams question after question.

I, myself, turned in at about nine o'clock. I had just settled into bed when I heard Adam's signature knock at the door. I beckoned him inside and I saw that he was wearing nothing but his leather collar again. His belly did have the smallest, but distinct pooch to it.

"Master, may I sleep with you tonight?"

"Well, since the damage has already been done, I suppose so."

"Well, if I understand Mr. Williams correctly, if you fuck me like normal and not in the mouth, I won't get pregnant again anyways." He was always so eager to please, and having his hormones out of whack adding to his sex-drive, made him even more eager.

I smiled and nodded towards the bathroom, and he took the hint. After cleaning his innards out, he reentered the room and went to the closet. He walked out with the punishment belt in his hands. He laid the belt on the bed and grabbed the bedpost. I smiled, grabbed the belt and took my position behind him.

At the first "One, Master", his dick sprang to attention. As normal, the sound of the lash striking his smooth skin filled the room. I reared back and let the second stroke fly. It landed just below the first one. He counted "Two, Master", after noticeably hissing. The next one was just above the lines left by the first hit. Just after he counted, there was a knock at my door.

"Yes?" I asked, stopping the assault briefly.

"Is everything okay in there, Kyle?" It was Mike.

I looked at Adam, and believe it or not, both of us actually giggled a little like school boys being caught doing something naughty.

"Yes, Doctor, everything's fine," I said, feeling slightly annoyed.

We waited a few minutes to allow him to go back to bed, and then I continued his 'punishment'. Another three strikes later, Mike was back at the door, knocking again. This time, I was more than a little annoyed at him.

"What is it, Mike?"

"What's going on in there?"

"Master, you might as well let him in. He's not going to leave us alone."

"You don't mind?"

Adam shrugged and stated the obvious. "He already knows about everything, Sir. Why not?" Why not, indeed.

"Come on in, Mike," I said, sighing.

He walked in the room and saw Adam leaning against the bedpost with his right buttcheek red (I hadn't gotten to the left one, yet) and me with the belt in my hand, standing there, naked also.

"I can't believe you, Kyle."

"I really don't mind, Dr. Evans," Adam said.

"That's not the point, Adam. You're a young boy, and Kyle knows better than to do what he's doing to you."

Adam dropped his hands and walked over to the two of us. His little pecker was waving back and forth at us like one of those hands on a spring in a car's window. He didn't say anything, just walked over and took Mike's hand in his and put it on his belly.

"If I'm old enough for this, I'm old enough to decide what I want, Dr. Evans," he said with a gentle smile. With Mike's hand still on his belly, he reached to Mike's groin and smoothly ran it down the length of it. "Besides, doctor, it seems you also like what you see."

It was true. Mike's shorts had a distinct bulge in them, and it was growing. Adam looked up at me, as if asking for permission. I looked to Mike to see if he would. He seemed to cave in to his carnal side and nodded. I nodded back to Adam that I would allow this, and we all walked back over to the bed.

Adam and I resumed our previous positions and I landed another swat to his ass with the belt as he called out, "Four, Master". Mike watched us, just as fascinated as Adam's young friends, as I continually lashed out at the boy's asscheeks.

At the count of ten, Adam whispered once again that he wanted it harder. I gave it to him, just as hard as I could for the remaining ten licks. Adam crumpled to the floor after the final strike had sent his body into fits of orgasmic pleasure. Mike let out a low whistle at what he had just seen.

"If I had not seen it, I would not have believed it," he said in a lower voice than normal.

"See what I tried to tell you," we heard a voice at the door. We spun around and Williams was standing there, with a sly smile on his face.

The doctor nodded and turned back to Adam.

"Are you alright, Adam?"

"Yes, Dr. Evans. I'm fine," he said as he was getting up on shaky legs.

"I'm sure that this won't be the end of tonight's pleasure," Williams said, looking right at Adam's face. Flushed, Adam smiled and sat gingerly down on the bed next to Mike. He was already getting another stiffy.

"Recovers fast, doesn't he?" Mike asked, rhetorically.

"Actually, yes, doctor. As I said earlier, during this time, breeders become so sexually excited, that they usually don't have a mind for anything else. It'll die off the closer to the end of his pregnancy, but over the next month or so, Adam will be able to climax several times in one event."

During the time Williams was speaking, Adam began reaching for the bulge in Mike's shorts. Mike noticed it when the Atlantean stopped speaking. He tried to move Adam's hand away from his crotch, but the boy was adamant (another shameless pun). With one move, Adam had his shorts pealed away from his groin and his mouth wrapped around his cock.

"You might as well give up, doctor. He won't be denied his appetites, unless he's bound in some way." It was Williams who told him that.

Mike relented and let Adam have his way with his package. Adam snaked his way between Mike's legs to swallow his cock, whole. It slipped down his throat with practiced ease and Mike leaned back to enjoy it. Adam slipped his arms under Mike's legs and back over his thighs to grasp his hips, making sure the good doctor didn't get away. Mike was going nowhere, that's for sure, but he slid up and knelt on the bed, squeezing Adam's arms between his thighs and calves, right behind his knees.

"Why don't you join in, Kyle?" Williams invited. Who was I to argue? "I think he might want the belt again," he added. It was true. Adam was holding the thick leather belt out to me while still sucking on Mike's cock.

With Mike's knees keeping his arms captive, and with his cock buried down the boy's throat, there was no way for Adam to count. So, I didn't bother with that. I wrapped the belt around itself again, and lashed out at the boy's already red backside.

"MMMMPPH!" was the sound that came from Mike's crotch. The boy was considerate enough not to bite down on the doctor's instrument. He did dig his fingers into Mike's thighs, though. Another swat against his upturned ass caused him to try to pull his arms out from under Mike. Mike was about to let him up, but I shook my head, no.

"Don't, Mike. He's getting all twenty of them. In fact, slide back on the bed and bring Adam with you."

He nodded and slid back, while holding the boy by his armpits. Mike stopped moving up the bed when Adam's crotch was positioned at the edge of the bed. Adam moved his left leg up to try and get up on the bed further, but I stopped him.

"Todd, please get the ankle restraints out from the bottom drawer of that nightstand," I said while pointing at the one to the left of the bed. Williams smiled and moved to get the restraints. They were originally meant to be used on women guests that I had overnight from a party. Really.

He brought me the straps and both of us put them on Adam's ankles. Leather straps were already attached to the restraints and they were tied to the bedposts at the foot of the bed. They were pulled tight enough to pull Adam's legs apart enough to cause his belly to rest on the bed and his feet to be in the air. We didn't pull them so far as to cause any damage to his groin muscles.

When we had secured him, I figured Williams would return to the door, but he sat on the bed next to the engaged pair. He looked to me, and I nodded that it was okay. As he sat to mine and Adam's right, he was out of the way of the belt's follow through. When I brought the belt down again, causing another muffled scream from Adam, Williams wove his hand between Adam's leg and the bed to grab his small nuts.

As I brought the belt across his ass again, Williams squeezed his nuts. And I mean squeezed them hard. The boy was in agony, but knowing from past experience, I knew he was also enjoying the stimulus. Williams let up as I reared back and squeezed again when the belt made contact with his skin again. After just three rounds of that, Adam's body shook again, in what must have been a very intense orgasm, and then he laid very still.

"Is he okay?" Mike asked, with a little shiver in his voice.

"He's fine, doctor," Williams said with a smile.

"Yeah, I noticed that he liked that as well, a couple of months ago," I said, smiling back at him.

"The kid's a masochist, Kyle," Mike said, astonished.

"Yeah, I know, Mike. I've spent quite a bit of time with him over the past few months," I said, dipping my words in sarcasm.

"Sorry," he said, awkwardly.

We waited for Adam to come around before continuing. Mike had pulled out of his throat to allow him to breathe. When Adam finally woke back up, I was sitting to his side, smiling down at him.

"Not again, Master," he groaned.

"Again?" the doctor asked.

"Again," I said to the both of them. Williams and I smiled knowingly at each other. I stood up and reassumed my position behind Adam and brought the belt down on his tight ass again. Mike made a comment that he thought maybe Adam had had enough, but both Williams and I ignored him. I told Mike to make sure the boy doesn't move.

After another five lashes and ball-squeezes, Adam forced Mike to cum down his throat and the next round brought another hard orgasm from the young boy. This time, he didn't pass out, though. We still had another eleven belts to go for the youngster. Even though he had cum, Mike stayed where he was and made sure Adam didn't move, per my instructions.

Williams began not only squeezing Adam's balls; he also began pulling them downward with each lash. Adam came again at the fifteenth pelt. After this, Williams didn't let up after each time, he continued to squeeze and pull his small nuts. The boy orgasmed again at the seventeenth lash and again at the final one.

I have to say this; Williams knew what he was doing; that's for sure. Adam was nothing but putty after that experience. I noticed that Williams was as hard as I was after thrashing and punishing Adam so thoroughly, but both of us let the boy recover before suggesting anything else.

"How do you feel?" Mike asked him from above. Adam had spit his wilting cock out of his mouth by this time, so he could answer. That is, he could answer when he was coherent enough.

"Great," he said quietly from the doctor's lap.

I lined my dick up to Adam's sphincter, ready to plunge inside, when Mike stopped me.

"You can't do that, Kyle," he said, holding his hand up to me.

"Why not, Doctor?" Williams casually asked.

"After what he's been through already? Give the kid a break, Kyle." He was emphatic about this. And, to be honest, I thought he did have a valid point, until Adam spoke up and put the doctor's anxieties to rest.

"Please, Master, fuck me."

With that being said, I buried the full length of my cock in his rectum. Adam reared up at the suddenness of the assault on his ceaselessly tight asshole. Mike's legs still held him down by his arms. I beckoned Williams to take Mike's place at Adam's front to really give the boy what he wanted.

I reached under to tweak Adam's nipples, but Williams stopped me. I looked up at him, curiously.

"Not his nipples, Kyle. Right now, they're too sensitive to the touch. It'll spoil the mood he's in."

I nodded that I understood and we went about fucking my young slave in both of his holes. Each time I thrust in and made contact with his sensitive skin, I could see him tense up, but I knew from experience, that he was enjoying the painful sensations.

Williams's cock slid down his throat easily enough and Adam was careful not to bite down when I thrust inside him. I had Mike move to the side and resume the ball squeezing. Adam actually raised his leg, the little that he could, to give the doctor the room to reach his privates. Even after seeing all this, Mike was surprised a little by Adam's move.

At each thrust forward, Adam would slide onto Williams's cock and I had Mike squeeze the boy's balls at that time also. We got into a steady rhythm after a few minutes, and before long, I came, sending semen deep into his bowels. Williams shot his innocuous spunk down Adam's throat right after me. Adam had yet another orgasm, although not as powerful as the others, when Mike gave his nuts one final squeeze.

I pulled out of him, and the two other men left the room for the night after wiping off their cocks with washcloths. Adam and I had a short shower together to help him recover a little. I looked at his ass, and after all the whipping, his ass was already a dark pink; not the dark red that I expected. His healing ability was kicking into overdrive, somehow.

I decided not to mention this to him, as he had enough on his plate to worry about. The constant thought of being pregnant was always weighing on his mind. I sat down in the shower to relax and just let the water run over my body, and Adam did the same. He sat down in my lap, and laid his back against my chest. I reached around and pulled him into a very intimate embrace. He leaned his head back and gave in to sleep right there.

I let the water get a little cool before finishing the shower, and got out after turning the stream off. I carried him as I climbed out of the tub and noticed a little blood flowing down the length of it. That wasn't unusual, seeing that he was pretty much a virgin each time we had sex, a little tearing was normal for him. I wrapped a towel around him to make sure none of the blood gets onto the bed sheets. That would be a little difficult to explain to the maids.

I woke up the next morning to Adam sliding his ass down my chest and over my hardened cock.

"Feeling frisky again?" I asked him.

"I just thought that this would be a much nicer way for you to wake up, Master," he said, snickering. I speared his asshole in one hard thrust for that.

"Mmmm, I always like that feeling, Master," he said.

"What's that?"

"The first time you enter me, Sir; it always feels good, even though it hurts a little bit."

He snuggled up next to me as I slid in and out of his birthing hole. Adam clenched his buttcheeks tight, and caused me to cum sooner than usual. With that for a good morning surprise, I decided that we would take a shower together, instead of having him service my needs at the time. While in the shower, we had another session of sex when Adam turned around and began sucking my cock back to its full strength.

"Listen, you little nympho," I started, but Adam interrupted me.

"Nympho, Master?"

"It's slang term for a person who likes sex too much. The long term is nymphomaniac. Now, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted…"

"Sorry, Master. Do I need a whipping for that?" He asked, with a little too much eagerness in it.

"We'll handle that later, but I was saying that you'd better stop this, or you're going to wear me out. I'm not like you. I can't heal as quickly, or recover as quickly as you can."

"Are you lying to me, Master?" He asked with a smirk.

"Excuse me?"

"Well, your dick is getting hard again," he pointed out. And with that, he swallowed my cock, whole in one gulp.

Giving up, I lay down on the tub's ceramic basin to let him have his way with my cock, knowing that to argue further would not accomplish anything. Masterfully, he sucked me to a finishing orgasm within minutes, even after just cumming in the bedroom. After he was finished with me, he stood up and got his shower over with, as if nothing were out of the norm.

As we were getting out, he lurched over as if in pain.

"You okay?" I asked him.

"Yes, Master. Just one of the babies moved again. I hope the kid gets comfortable soon, I don't like the feel of that."

"Well, if Atlantean children are anything like human children, it's going to get a lot worse before it's over with."

"Greeaat; something to look forward to," he said, rolling his eyes upward.

I smiled at his humor, and he left the room so I could shave and he could get my clothes out of the closet. He told me he was going to strip the bed of its sheets, as it hadn't been done in a while, and I said that it was a good idea.

Adam served me, Mike, and Williams our breakfasts with his usual perfection. Mike and I left for our respective offices, leaving Williams with Adam for the day. I'm sure Adam had as many questions about what was going to happen to him as Mike did the previous night.

Throughout the course of the week, Adam told me he could feel the babies shift inside him. He told me he was getting used to the feeling, but he still didn't care for it.

When Friday night came, Adam served the dinner as usual, and his friends came over the following morning to stay for the weekend. His belly was getting only slightly larger, but the boy's pooch was now more defined. His eyes were darkening to a more purplish color as well. Before the boys got there, Williams pulled me aside to talk to me alone.

"I have to return to my people to give them a report on what's happened here. I'll be back within a week's time."

"Have you told Adam?"

"Yes. I told him as he was finishing the quizzes you have set for him. He's okay with it. Besides, nothing should happen over the next week or so. As far as I can see, Adam's doing just fine."

"I have a feeling we're going to have to tell Adam's friends about this."

"He and I have discussed that very topic this past week, and I agree. If Adam were to just disappear suddenly, it would raise a lot more questions and cause as many problems. Go ahead and tell them, Kyle, but they have to know to keep it a total secret. Even from their parents. Adam feels like they will be able to do that."

"Okay, well, have a good trip. See you when you get back."

We shook hands and he left for the eastern seaboard.

The boys arrived at about eleven o'clock, pretty much as normal. The four of them had some fun in the pool and climbed out just after one for some lunch. Adam looked at me and the look was asking the unspoken request. Do we have to tell them?

"Boys," I said, getting their attention when they were full from the sandwiches. "Come with me to the den, please."

Their eyes lit up, thinking we were taking Adam downstairs for another torture session. I smiled at their obvious eagerness. When we arrived in the room, I sat them down in the sofa to begin the explanation.

"Now, what I'm about to tell you is more secret than our sexual experiences. It is extremely important that you tell no one about this. Understand?"

They nodded their heads like those stupid dolls on dashboards. I smiled, took a breath, and plunged in with the worst of it.

"Adam's pregnant," I started off. The looks on their faces was comical. I almost laughed in spite of the seriousness of the topic. Horace had a look of shock as he whipped his head towards Adam. Phillip actually paled. It was Karl's voice that brought everything to reality.

"Yeah, right, Mr. Henderson. Boys can't get pregnant. It's impossible."

I smiled at his reality check.

"In this case, it's not impossible. Let me explain…" and I began into the same dissertation that Williams had gone into the previous Monday with us. During the whole time I talked, they never interrupted me, or told me I was lying to them. They listened raptly as I spoke, holding onto each and every word.

"So, Adam's going to have a baby," Horace, being the leader of the gang, spoke up.

"Two, H," I corrected him.

"Who's the father?" Phillip asked, looking from me to Adam to the other two boys on the sofa next to him.

"Well, don't look at me," Horace said.

"I'm afraid I have the honor of that, Phillip," I said, laughing a little at Horace. I looked at Adam, and even he found Horace's statement funny.

"Ohhh," he said, and his hand went to his stomach.

"What?" Karl asked.

"One of them moved. It happens every once in a while. Mr. Williams said that it would happen, even in the earlier stages. Master Kyle said that it would probably get worse as this goes along, and Mr. Williams agreed."

"Is your belly gonna get big?" Phillip asked. Adam nodded. "Can I feel it?" Adam nodded and laid back against the back of the couch. All the boys came over to feel his slightly protruding belly. "Nothing's happening," Phillip said, a little disappointed.

"I can't control it, nitwit. It happens when one of them wants to move." Then one of the babies apparently moved and all three of them jerked their hands back as if Adam's skin was burning hot.

"Wicked," Horace stated, matter-of-factly.

"Yeah, I know. At first, it felt weird, but now, I guess it's kinda cool," Adam said, enjoying the added attention.

"What's happening to your eyes?" Horace noticed for the first time. The rest of them also looked at them.

"They're getting redder. The further along I get, the redder my eyes will get. When the boys are ready to be born, my eyes' color will be a very bright red, according to Mr. Williams."

I left the boys alone to hover around Adam for a while. I got dressed and took a walk out to the stables for the first time in a while to check on my horses. Hank does a good enough job taking care of them, that it sometimes slips by me that I have horses. Since we were now easing into the spring months, I was going to have to check on riding them on the grounds.

As I was checking out one of the mares, the door opened and Phillip walked in. He had put his pants on to come out and talk to me.

"Mr. Henderson?"

"Yeah, Phil?"

"What're you gonna do with the babies once their born?"

"I don't know yet, Phil. Adam and I haven't thought that far ahead."

"What's his name?" he asked, motioning to the mare.

"Her name's Summer's Edge. I call her 'Summer' for short," I said, correcting him at the same time.

"Mr. Henderson?"

"Yeah, Phil?"

"Does Adam really enjoy having your…, you know…," he tried to ask, but didn't know how to put it into words. So, this was the real reason he came out here to talk to me.

"You mean; does he like me to have sex with him?" He nodded. "Did you ask him that question?"

"Yes, Sir," he said. "He said that he does, but I wasn't sure. I mean, I didn't like it when my uncle did it to me."

"Well, Adam's special, Phillip. Remember, he's part Atlantean, so he's supposed to enjoy it. Besides, I make sure he enjoys it while we're doing it. It would be awfully selfish of me to do otherwise. Wouldn't it?"

He nodded, and then after a minute or so, he muttered something under his breath. I asked him to repeat himself, as I didn't hear him.

"Would you make it fun for me? Like you do for Adam?" he was looking up at me with a pleading moist look in his eyes.

I stopped what I was doing with Summer, and turned to look at him in the eye. I knelt down to get on his level. I grabbed him by the upper arms to make sure he was paying attention to what I was about to tell him.

"What I do with Adam is considered illegal, Phillip. If he wanted to, he could send me to prison for the rest of my life. But, as he and I have built up a very good relationship, not just Master/Servant, but a relationship outside of that, I doubt that he'll do that. The law is there to protect youngsters from being taken advantage of by adults."

"But, Mr. Henderson, I want it to feel good; like Adam does."

"Do you spend any time with your uncle?"

He shrugged and nodded shyly.

"Do you like it when he does that to you?"

"No, sir, that's why I want you to do it." That confused me.

"You want me to have sex with you because you don't like it when your uncle does it?" He nodded. "I don't understand, Phillip."

He sighed heavily before he answered.

"I want to enjoy it, sir," he whispered.

"Are you sure?"

He nodded like a ten-year-old nods emphatically.

"Go inside and whisper to Adam that I want him to take you to my bathroom for an enema. He'll know what to do from there."

He smiled and ran from the stables. I finished up checking in on the horses and made my way back up to the house. The weather was getting nicer, and I was enjoying the ability of walking outside and not shivering.

I walked in the door to find Karl and Horace in the pool, playing. I asked them where the other two were, and they replied that they were upstairs. I nodded to them and left them to their fun. Upon stepping onto the carpeting of the third floor, Adam was leaving my room without Phillip.

"He's waiting for you, Master," he said as he passed by me.

"You okay, Adam?"

He stopped and turned to face me.

"I'm fine, Master. Why do you ask?"

"Well, you know what I'm about to do to your friend in there. It's something that I have done with only you lately."

"Oh, that. I'm fine with it, Master. Besides, I knew it would happen eventually. Remember, I was the one that suggested that they join us. I'm just fine with it, Master, really."

He did seem that way, so I nodded for him to leave and he turned to do just that. I stopped him again and walked up behind him at the top of the stairs.

"You know I'll always want you, Adam, right?" I asked him as I wrapped my arms around his chest. My hands were over his growing belly as he stood there.

"I know, Master, I know. But you'd better get in there before Phillip thinks you don't want him, or something equally stupid." Just as I released him, one of the boys he was carrying moved inside him and I felt it for the first time.

"Looks like you've got a gymnast in there," I kidded with him.

"More like a sumo wrestler, Master," he said and walked away, smiling.

"I must be the absolute luckiest man in the world right now," I told myself as I sighed and turned to the master bedroom and my waiting student inside.

As I opened the doors, I found a sight I never thought I would see. Phillip was laying trussed up, face down, and naked on the bed. Adam, I'm assuming, took the ankle and wrist restraints from the nightstand and put them on Phillip's extremities. They were secured to each of the four posts of the bed. Phillip was looking away from me as I entered the room, but I could see the strap belonging to the ball gag around the back of his head.

With my erection growing in my pants, I walked over to the bed and sat down next to the shaking little boy. I ran the back of my fingers up his left side, and I heard him giggle a little as I ran across his ribs. He sighed a little and his shaking diminished. I swung around and stretched out my arm across his back to do the other side and he giggled again. I got right next to his ear and whispered to him.

"Are you sure about this, Phillip?" He nodded. "You can still back out of this, son," I gave my final warning to him, and he shook his head, no. I took my clothes off and set them on the floor next to the bed.

As Phillip lay there, I reached into the nightstand and retrieved the bottle of olive oil for his backside's hole. I poured some onto my hand and worked it into the skin of his back, helping him relax some more. As I did with Adam in the beginning, I kneaded the oil into the very pores of his skin.

The oil slipped down between the crack of his ass, and I used my fore finger to begin loosening him up. He didn't squirm all that much with the one finger, but I did move it around to try to get him to relax more. As Phillip began to relax more, I pulled my finger out and inserted the middle finger back inside as the next step.

The boy groaned a little at the wider invasion of his rectal area, but didn't try to do anything to stop me. Being tied spread-eagled on the bed made any effort on his part useless, but there was no effort from him. I spread his sphincter muscle out a little with those two fingers for a while, and then withdrew them.

I slicked up my stiff cock and placed it at the door of his rectum. I saw him reach his hands around and grab the straps holding the restraints to the posts as he clenched his cheeks closed to stop me.

"Loosen up, or this is going to hurt, Phillip. You said you didn't want this to hurt, so relax." I could tell, he was trying, but it wasn't happening.

I heard him sniffle a little, and I stopped what I was about to do. Instead, I eased up his back and laid down on top of him. I removed the ball gag from his mouth to help him be more at ease with the situation. He was nervous; an idiot could tell that. I really wanted him to enjoy this, and he being nervous was not the way for him to enjoy it.

I tickled his ear with my tongue and he giggled a little with that. My hands never stopped moving around on his smooth body. I felt his buttcheeks loosen up a little, and I took my opportunity. With one shove of my hips, I speared the youngster's backdoor.

He screamed like hell into the pillow and tried to throw me off him. That didn't go anywhere. I continued to feed my cock to his guts as he cried into the pillow. When I had impaled him fully, I stopped moving my cock to let him get used to it.

"Please, Mr. Henderson, please take it out. It's too big. I can't handle it," he cried into the pillow case. I was doing nothing of the sort, of course.

I raised my hips up enough to allow my hand to get under him and raise his hips off the bed. I inched my hand under him to grab his dick. With the pain he was experiencing, his cock was softening quickly. I would have none of that, and so I began stroking it to get it hard again.

In spite of his pain, his cock did get hard and he began to settle down a little. While stroking his cock, I began moving mine back out of his ass. He hissed as the meat passed along his sore sphincter muscle. The muscle relaxed as I continued to stroke his dick and I pushed my cock back inside him.

The boy's pleasure began to climb as I pumped both his dick with my hand and his ass with my cock. With the utmost degree of control, I was able to hold off cumming until I felt his body shake with climactic pleasure. When he went over the edge, so did I, sending my jizm into yet another boy's bowels.

We calmed down from our individual highs and his breathing smoothed out. I reached over and disconnected the wrist restraints from the tethers securing him to the bedposts. Once his arms were free, they slumped to the bed. The boy was, understandably, tired.

"How do you feel, Phil?"

"Fine, Mr. Henderson. Sore, but I feel fine," he said, while wiping his tears from his face. His face did look like a mess, that's for sure. "You knew not to pull out, didn't you?"

"You aren't the first boy I've fucked, Phillip. I know it hurts when it initially goes inside, but if you were tensed up like you were just before that, it would have hurt a lot more."

"My uncle didn't care. He just shoved his thing inside me and did what he wanted with me."

"Was this your idea?" I asked him, pointing out the wrist restraints.

"No sir. That was Adam's idea, but I liked it." He smiled shamefaced at the idea of being bound.

"Well, I think that turnabout is fair play. Don't you?" I asked him, but he looked back up at me with a face that told me that he had no idea what I just asked him. "I mean that I think he deserves the same after suggesting this to you."

"Oh, yes sir," he said with a very wide smile.

"But first, a shower for both of us," I suggested and he agreed.

In the shower, I lovingly soaped up his entire body, worshiping every inch of it. I knelt down in front of him when I got to his hairless groin and sucked his dick into my mouth. He hissed and threw his head back at the sensation of having his cock in a warm receptacle. As I sucked on him, I inched my hands around to his backdoor and inserted both forefingers inside him. He actually moved his feet apart to allow me better access. For a boy who was skittish about sex not a few weeks ago, Phillip was making a lot of progress.

He placed his hands on my shoulders to steady himself while I vacuumed his little member. As my mouth and tongue worked his small digit, my fingers worked in and out of his ass. Within a scant few minutes, he was in the throws of yet another orgasm. His dry orgasm caused his cock to jump inside my mouth. He almost collapsed to his knees after that one, but I held him steady till he was able to stand on his own.

"Wow," he said, smiling, but he had a glazed look in his eyes.

We finished our shower and headed downstairs to join the others at the pool. Phillip walked a little gingerly as his asshole was still slightly sore. The others were engaged in a three way with Adam on the receiving end of two ten year old dicks. Horace was the one who had his cock up Adam's ass while Karl was pummeling his mouth. All three seemed to be enjoying themselves.

I cleared my throat to announce our arrival and all three preteens froze on the spot. I should have brought a camera for that one. Even Phillip was snickering at their reaction.

"Don't let us stop you," I told them. And they didn't. They picked back up the pace of fucking both ends of my servant as I sat down on one of the chairs by the pool. I sat back and watched the show.

Phillip joined me, actually, by sitting down between my legs. He assumed the position usually held by Adam, by leaning against my chest. My cock stirred to life under him, and he felt it against his back. Without any prompting from me, he reached back and began stroking my hardening staff. He wasn't as good as Adam, but it wasn't unpleasant having a ten-year-old stroke your cock.

At one point, having gotten it stiff enough for him, he pulled it downward, and I stopped him.

"That hurts, Phillip," I said as he looked back at me.

"I want it inside again, Mr. Henderson," he sort of whined.

"Well, first of all, after what we've been through, you can call me Mr. Kyle. Secondly, all you had to do was say something, not take my dick and bend it downward."

"Sorry, Mr. Kyle," he said, bowing his head forward.

I reached under his armpits and pulled him up my body, to the point where his ass cleared the tip of my cock. He reached under and lined the tip up to his anus. I lowered him down a little to allow just the tip to penetrate him again. When he got used to that, I let him down a little more until I split him open again.

"UHH!" he cried out as his ass separated for my cock again. He tried pushing back up, but I held him in check till he settled down. Once he was calm enough, I let him drop the rest of the way down. He slid down the rest of the way with ease.

"Wow," we heard from our right. Phillip's cry had gotten the attention of the ménage à trois. The three had stopped just long enough to watch Phillip take me up his ass. I think Horace stopped in mid-stroke.

"It's big, Mr. Kyle," Phillip complained. He had his eyes closed and didn't hear the comment by one of the others, so he didn't know we were now on stage.

"Take your time, Phillip. I'll wait until you're ready before continuing," I whispered in his ear. He nodded, obviously in some degree of pain.

Phillip settled down a little and opened his eyes. He blushed when he saw that we were being stared at by the others. He tried to ease himself off my cock and, knowing what he was about to do, I held him down. I put my hands on his shoulders to keep him in place.

"You and the others watched as I fucked Adam when we went downstairs, didn't you?" He nodded. "Well, then, you can just take it while they are watching you."

He didn't want to, but he obeyed. Not that he had much choice in the matter. I'm bigger and faster than he is, and I wasn't letting him go anywhere. I waved to the others to continue with what they were doing, but they had lost all interest in fucking Adam. And Adam was a little put out with that arrangement.

Ignoring him, the other two sat down next to us to watch this show. Feeling a little left out, Adam joined them as well.

I glided Phillip along the length of my rod when he was ready to handle it again. I also lifted his arms up and guided his hands to wrap around my neck. As I pumped his asshole, he held on to me by the back of my neck. When he began pulling himself up, using my neck for leverage, I let go of him and reached around to his stiff prick.

He opened his legs to allow me better access to his dick, putting them outside mine. I could tell after a while that he was really starting to enjoy it as he built up a faster and faster pace of fucking himself on my cock. Having to hold back to allow him to cum was difficult, but I had already cum once, so I knew I would last longer this time. I came in his ass just after him, with his sphincter ring clenching my cock, as he orgasmed. He collapsed down onto my cock, in exhaustion.

"Feel better?" I whispered to him. He nodded timidly as I goosed his underarms. I knew his skin was ultra-sensitive at the time, but he needed it.

"What did that feel like?" Karl asked, incredulously.

"Well…, it hurt at the beginning, but Mr. Kyle helped by not making it hurt worse," he told them.

"Big deal," Adam commented. "I've done it lots of times."

"Alright; that's enough out of that, Adam," I said in a harsh tone. He jerked at the sound of my voice as I shocked him. I had Phillip ease off my dick, so I could address my slave properly. "I will not have you acting like a spoiled brat just because a few others are getting some attention. You will settle down your attitude, or so help me, the spanking you'll receive, you will not enjoy."

I put the emphasis on the words 'not' to make damn sure he understood me. He was crying now, and I told the others to leave us alone for a few minutes. They left, Phillip being helped by the other two boys, and I turned my attentions back to Adam.

"Now, what is your problem? Hm?"

"I'm carrying your children, Master. Doesn't that make us a couple?" he asked, with just a hint of anger in his tone. I nipped that in the bud immediately.

"First of all, you do not take that tone of voice with me, Slave," I growled at him, with a finger in his face. He softened up his demeanor significantly.

"Yes, Master. I'm sorry," he said, genuinely.

"Better. Secondly, yes you are carrying my children, but we cannot be a couple, Adam, for several reasons. One, you're my servant first. Two, what happened to you was an accident. Neither one of us expected or wanted this to happen. Even you would admit that." He nodded his head.

"Thirdly, the five of us are having fun with each other. When they are gone, my attentions turn to you and the boys inside you. You have no reason whatsoever to get jealous of them. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"Yes, Master, I understand," he said like a normal child would say if being caught with their hands in the cookie jar. "I'm sorry," he added with tears in his eyes. Without warning, he grabbed me and hung on like his life depended on it.

"Now, as far as I'm concerned, this is the end of it. We won't talk about this again." He nodded into my chest that he understood.

I kind of understood where he was. He was a ten year old boy with his hormones out of kilter because he was pregnant. I've heard of the same thing happening with women when they're either pregnant or going through 'The Change' thing. I did cut him some slack because of it. After all, normally with a slave that yells back at me like he did, I would have smacked across the face. I must be going soft, then.

"Now, I believe that you owe Phillip something," I said and he stopped suddenly.

"Wh…what do you mean, Master?"

"It was your idea to have him bound for my use upstairs. I think you owe him something for that little prank. Say, a trip downstairs?" His eyes lit back up at the suggestion of that. I had never seen a child before that got excited as he did at the prospect of a spanking.

We walked out of the pool area to find the three leftover boys sitting in the den, talking very heavily with each other.

"What are we discussing?" I asked them upon entering the room. It was Horace, as usual, who took the lead.

"We were just saying that if this is coming between the two of you, then we'll stop doing it right now. We don't want Adam to get into any trouble."

I held a hand up to tell him to stop where he was.

"It's okay, H. Adam and I had a talk about our fun and games, and he's okay with it the way it is now. If you want to continue doing this, then you can. If not, then stop. It's your choice, but don't make that choice based on what just happened in the pool area. Adam was out of line, and I've corrected it so we can move onward. Let's do just that right now."

They looked at the two of us questioningly. Adam smiled bashfully at being chastised and I continued with my plan for the evening.

"Adam owes Phillip a trip downstairs, I believe, for a trick he played on him in my bedroom. The other two of you may follow if you wish, but don't get involved unless Phillip invites you."

They were eager to see this play out between Phillip and Adam. So, the five of us headed downstairs to the chamber. I flipped on the lights and Adam took his traditional spot in the middle. Phillip looked to me for guidance.

"It's up to you what you do to him, but no hitting his stomach or torturing his nipples, right now, that is."

"Why not the nipples, Mr. Kyle?"

"Because they are too sensitive as he's pregnant."

"Oh, okay, but what do I do?" The boy was at a total loss.

I suggested to him that he first blindfolds Adam. He liked that and did as I instructed. I whispered in his ear that he should use the cross. Again, he liked the idea, and I helped him move it into the center of the room. I laid it down on its back for him.

The cross was a simple one with wide boards forming an "X". Restraints were at the ends of the cross, adjustable with straps through holes in the ends. To adjust all four restraints, all you had to do, was turn a small wheel located at the back of each end of the cross. A small hole was in the middle; large enough to put a boy's package through (imagine that).

Phillip had Adam sit down on the cross where the two boards separate at its bottom. He turned my servant around and pulled him down to lay on the cross. He pulled each arm out to strap his wrists into the restraints and did the same to his feet. I had to raise the cross back up to its normal position and secure it to the ceiling for him, but then Phillip took over the proceedings again.

Cranking each wheel on top, he raised Adam's body up enough to put his crotch right at the hole. He walked back around and pushed the boy's hardening cock and balls through the hole to stick out the back of the cross. Then the bottom wheels were turned to pull Adam's body to its limits.

I showed a strap to Phillip and he took it from there. He wrapped the strap around Adam's balls and added some weights to it. Adam was grunting from the torment, but I knew he was turned on by it. So did Phillip, so he ignored it. A ball gag was shoved in his mouth and secured to his head as well.

Without any provocation from me or the others, Phillip chose one of the nastiest whips he could find and took it down. It was the short-tailed cat with nine tails. If you remember, each tail ended with a knot tied to it. Even I flinched when he brought it over to the center of the room. The other two just sat there in awe of the whip. All three of us knew Adam was in for a long session.

Phillip looked to me for confirmation about what he was about to do. I nodded for him to continue if he wanted. The boy took my lead and brought the cat down across Adam's buttocks with all his strength. Adam screamed into the gag and his hands reached around to grab the ropes holding his wrists as the cat struck his defenseless buttocks.

Phillip was relentless on the poor kid, striking him time after time. As I counted the eleventh time the cat flayed him, I saw his body shake in a pleasurable orgasm. I grabbed Phillip's swinging arm from behind before he brought the next one down, and told him to wait for a second.

I walked around to the back of the cross and let the strap loose from his balls. Adam sighed in relief, but too soon. I nodded to Phillip to continue, and I squeezed the lad's nuts just as the whip connected with his skin. The two of us continued the torment and Adam came three more times before Phillip stopped due to a tired arm.

Horace jumped up to volunteer to take his place.

"That's up to Phillip. Adam's his right now." I nodded to Phillip. Phillip thought about it for a few minutes before saying that he thought Adam had had enough for now.

"There is something you can do, H," I told him.

"What's that?"

"Hand me that over there," I said, pointing to the bottle of oil on its wall. Horace walked over to where I was pointing and pulled off the correct bottle and brought it to me. "Karl, please take my place here while I administer this to the captive."

He nodded and took Adam's balls in his hand. I removed the ball gag from Adam's mouth and put some oil on my hand. Before I even applied the oil to Adam's backside, he groaned in pain and all of us looked to Karl.

"What?" he said, shrugging his shoulders as if he didn't do anything wrong. "I thought I was supposed to squeeze them like you did, Mr. Henderson."

"Never mind, Karl," I said, shaking my head in disbelief. I poured the oil on Adam's back and butt where the cat had stung him. He hissed at the initial stinging of the oil, but calmed down shortly there after.

"Now, Karl, squeeze," I told the boy. He followed my lead and squeezed the small nutsack in his hand as I brought my hand down on Adam's butt, hard. He had an overwhelming orgasm right then and there, and then passed out on us. It was the first time the other boys had seen this happen and got very worried.

"He's fine, boys, relax. He just passed out again. This marks the third time its happened to him." We agreed that Adam had enough stimulation for one evening. He came around after a few minutes.

"Oh, jeeze, not again, Master," he whined.

"Yes, Adam, again," I told him.

All of us helped him to his feet and up the stairs. We sat in the den next to the fireplace. Horace and Karl were by the fire, hoarding the heat. Adam was trying to lie on his back with his head in my lap, but failing, as his butt was still very sore from Phillip's thrashing. Phillip was lying on the couch opposite from me and Adam, gently stroking his dick. Unable to get any relief on his back, Adam rolled over to lie on his stomach with his head facing down my legs.

I gently stroked Adam's back and buttocks along the lines left by the cat. It was a very soothing atmosphere. Adam flinched a couple of times as one of the boys moved inside him, but otherwise relaxed after his ordeal at the hands of his friend. Every once in a while, we heard a moan from Phillip, but other than that, it was also very quiet.

"Jesus, Phillip," Karl said out of nowhere. "Let me." And with that, he crawled over to the boy and swallowed his stiff cock easily. The rest of us, tired of sex, actually, just rested and watched the fire.

We fell asleep in that room with the fire to keep us warm. I woke to the increasingly familiar sensation of something warm engulfing my cock. Phillip had replaced Adam on the sofa with me, and was lowering his butt down on my erected cock. Adam was kneeling by the sofa and guiding it inside the boy's tight ass.

"Do you need some help?" I asked, startling both of them.

They giggled and Adam nodded. With one thrust, I impaled the boy fully on my dick.

"UHHHH!" again he cried, trying to handle my girth. Experience had taught him to be patient and the pain will pass. I pulled him down on my chest and wrapped my arms around his. He put his hands behind my neck again to hold on to me while he got used to having something up his butt again.

Adam began playing with Phillip's cock as I began to hump his friend's ass. I tweaked Phillip's nipples and he flinched at each one being molested. Adam ran his hand down the boy's chest and belly, ending up at his dick again. I saw him jerk again as one of the growing babies moved inside him.

Phillip was enjoying the attentions we were giving him, and before long, both of us had a Sunday morning orgasm. The both of us recovered and the three of us went to find the other two strays. We found them in the kitchen gorging themselves on some muffins Mrs. Garcia had made on Friday morning. The rest of the day passed uneventful until after dinner. It was just before the boys were to head home.

"Mr. Kyle?"

"Yeah, Phil?"

"When Adam's pregnancy gets further along, I'd like to stay and help. I know he won't be able to do many of his chores, and I'd like to help him and you. If I can."

I turned to look at him, and he was genuine in his offer to help.

"We'll talk about it the closer it gets, but thank you. I may just take you up on that. We'll see."

The boys left for their respective homes and Adam was left alone with me. He came to visit me just before turning in for the night. We talked a while about his situation. I told him of Phillip's offer and he told me that Phillip came to him just before he came to me with it. Both of us thought it might be a good idea. He retired to his room at around eleven and I dozed off about an hour later.

The next morning as I was eating, Adam told me that Mrs. Garcia needed to talk to me before I left for work. When I went into the kitchen, I could tell from her demeanor that something was wrong. Sparing you the details, it seemed that her sister in Mexico was extremely sick and their mother could not take care of her any longer. She was going to have to quit at the end of the week. I reluctantly accepted her resignation.

The rest of the week was pretty much subdued. Mrs. Garcia had been with me for a long time, and I hated to see her leave. Plus it was very poor timing with Adam's pregnancy and all. Since there was no party for that Friday night, we threw a small one for her before she left the next day.

Williams returned the next morning, and I awoke to the smell of coffee being brought into my room by Adam. He brought it over and told me that Williams was in the kitchen making us breakfast. I felt his belly before he left the room, and all was still.

"They're kinda quiet this morning, Master," he informed me. I smiled and he left the room.

I walked into the kitchen to a cheerful Todd Williams. I asked how his trip to Atlantis went and he told me it was uneventful. The three of us talked for a while until the doorbell rang. Three guesses as to who that was, and the first two don't count. As Adam left to usher in his friends, Williams told me what happened with the Atlanteans when he gave them his report.

"They are eager to meet the boy, Kyle," he began.

"How would we accomplish that?"

"That, I leave up to you, sir. You are the boy's master, after all. As he said, he has a contract with you, and we also value our obligations. The choices are very simple, really. One, I can bring them here to talk with Adam. Or, I could take him there."

"Well, I don't like either choice, Todd." And to be honest, I didn't.

"I understand, Kyle. But you don't have to make the choice right now. I haven't told Adam about this yet. I'll leave that to you as well."

"I'll talk with him on Monday about it. I think it should be up to the two of us. But if I were a ten year old boy, I would probably want to go to Atlantis. I can already hear that one coming."

"You're probably right about that one," he said, laughing.

"You make a pretty mean breakfast, Todd," I told him.

"Thank you. I don't get many chances to cook, but when I do, I make the most of it. Besides, Atlantean food is a little bland, compared to yours. I enjoy mixing things up."

"Well, my cook just had to resign due to a family health problem. How would you like to take over? I'll pay you, of course."

"I accept, Kyle," he said with a simple nod.

With that taken care of, we left the kitchen to see where the four rascals had gone to. I was hoping that they were not downstairs. They were playing in the pool and didn't see us when we initially walked in on them.

"Where's Phillip?" I asked them, noticing that there were only three of them.

"He had to go to his uncle's house, Mr. Henderson," Karl informed me, followed by, "who's that?"

"This, boys, is Mr. Todd Williams. He's the Atlantean I told you about last week. He's staying with us to help Adam through his pregnancy."

They all got out of the pool, naked as usual, and introduced themselves, one at a time to Williams. He was gracious and smiled in turned to both of them. They had a lot of questions for Williams as well, so I decided to leave him to their mercy.

That weekend was actually a fuck-free weekend. I think it was because of Williams being there and even Adam had some more questions for him about Atlantis.

Williams assisted Adam with the following Friday's party that night, but it was becoming increasingly apparent that soon Adam was going to have to stop doing them. He was starting to really show his pregnancy. Most of my guests just said that he was getting fat. Adam, always in the mood for a good laugh at one of the parties, told them he had swallowed a watermelon seed.

I was getting a little concerned myself, that Adam's belly was getting big pretty fast. Williams said that it was normal for that to happen. The milk glands are also growing during this time, he said. I guess that would make the difference.

Monday morning, I pulled Adam aside before going to work. I told him what Williams told me about the powers that be in Atlantis want to meet him. I don't think I've ever seen him so excited before. Of course, he was wanting to go to William's home. What boy wouldn't? And to be honest again, I was also wanting to see it for myself. I had my own reasons for seeing it.

Everything Williams had said up to now was all conjecture. All though we did have a pregnant boy in the house, I still wasn't totally convinced. I still was a little skeptical. See it from my point of view. A man says he's from the lost city of Atlantis, would you believe him right away without some proof. As far as Adam was concerned, he could just be what Mike suggested; a government experiment gone awry. What do they say? Seeing is believing?

Anyway, Adam was wound up the rest of the week about going to Atlantis. That Friday, his friends came over to visit and Phillip was with them this time. Williams introduced himself to the boy, and Phillip was a little reluctant to shake his hand till I nodded that it was okay.

I pulled Phillip aside after a few minutes and we went into the kitchen to talk over what happened with him and his uncle the previous weekend.

"So, how was the stay with your uncle?" I asked right out, knowing the answer was not going to be good. He didn't answer. He just stood up and raised his shirt up. Bruises littered his young body and arms. When he lowered his pants, more bruises showed up all over his lower torso, groin, and legs.

Phillip was not Adam. He didn't have his healing ability, and my heart went out to the boy as it did when I first met Adam. I helped him pull his pants back up and he hissed as each part of his body was covered again. He was in tears again when he was fully dressed again.

"Do I have to ask what happened?" I asked the boy. He shrugged and started to tell me the story.

"Well, when I got there, he had me put my clothes away in the guest room first. Then he called me into his living room where he told me to strip. I did, and he pulled me onto his lap. Without putting any oil or anything in my butt, he shoved his dick inside me. It hurt, but because of what you did for me, it didn't hurt as bad.

"He told me that my ass was getting loose and called me a 'slut'. I told him that his dick was just shrinking, like his brain size. For some reason, he didn't like that, and started hitting me on my back, my legs, everywhere. He used everything he could find in his house to hit me with over the whole weekend."

"Did you tell your parents?"

"No sir, Mr. Kyle," he said, and for the first time was looking ashamed. "He said that he would kill me if anyone found out about what he was doing. So, I made sure that no one saw me with my clothes off this past week. Even at school, I had to be careful."

"Do you trust me?" I asked the boy.

"Yes sir," he said.

"Then tell me his name and where he lives. I'll take care of this," I told him and he got a scared look on his face. "Without the police," I added and he calmed down. I told him to go join the others; they were probably in the pool area. He nodded and left the room after telling me his uncle's information.

I called Blakely for the first time in a while and gave him Phillip's uncle's info and told him to do the same thing as he did with Sheila. All I heard was a click as he hung up the phone. I smiled and left the kitchen to see what everyone was up to.

The boys were ogling Phillip's bruises and telling him he needs to inform his parents when I walked in the pool area. I told them to let Phillip handle his uncle on his own. We had a pool side fuck, with Williams joining in on the fun. Phillip was still sore, of course, so I let him be.

We told the boys that we were going to visit Atlantis soon. Of course, all of them wanted to come and I told them that it was a special trip for Adam only. Williams offered a different opinion.

"Why not, Kyle? I mean, they do know about my society. Why not let them come with us for the week?"

All of them begged me to say, yes. Even Adam was in on it. Eventually I caved in to allow it, but only if their parents agreed to let them come with us. We would have to lie and tell them they were going to another country. Williams offered the suggestion of going to Africa on a safari. We would have to explain the fact that they wouldn't be coming back with tanned skin. I thought it was a good suggestion, though.

"How about China, Master? They're not as advanced as we are, and so we can be out of touch for a week without causing alarm."

"I like that one better," I mused.

So, it was settled. They would be accompanying me on a trip to China the second week of June; just over a month away. Passports and ID cards were a must, of course, but I could handle all the red tape easily for that. Williams was helpful in alerting his people that all five of us would be visiting.

The following Saturday morning, I left the boys in the capable hands of Todd Williams and went to the shady side of town again. I walked in the building I knew Blakely was holding Phillip's uncle; a Mr. Wayne Baggins. When I walked in the room, the same black men that he had used for Sheila were tearing Baggins a new asshole. He was tied to the same bunk and screaming at the top of his lungs as I watched the display.

Blakely nodded to me as I walked in and I nodded back. After several minutes of painfully raping his ass and mouth, the two took a break. I saw angry red lines etched in the skin of his back and I smiled. I walked over and picked his head up by his hair and forced him to look at me. His one good eye that wasn't swollen over saw me.

"You recognize me?" He nodded as best as he could. "Good boy. Now, this little encounter that my associate and his assistants are putting you through is nothing compared to what I can really do to you."

"Why?" he gasped. Apparently, Blakely and his 'assistants' had been working him over for quite some time.

"Why? You ask why?" I asked incredulously. "I guess I'll have to spell it out for you and your small brain. Your nephew, asshole, is not to be abused again."

"I'm sorry," he gasped again.

"Don't apologize to me, prickface, apologize to Phillip. My associate will keep you here until you've learned your lesson about how to treat your family.

"And don't bother talking to the police. All I have to do is show them the pictures I took of Phillip's bruises (not that I had any), and you'll be in a lot worse trouble than I will. One last warning, prick. If you touch him in any way. If I see so much as one bruise on his body again, you will be seeing my associate one final time before you die. Understand?"

He nodded weakly. I turned to look at the third man behind him, stroking his cock to get it hard again. I beckoned him to begin. Baggins groaned and began pleading for the constant rape to end as the man knelt on the bed.

I left him to Blakely's mercy, not that he had any, and headed home. I walked in and found everyone in the kitchen eating lunch. I beckoned Phillip to follow me into the other room. I told him that his uncle wouldn't touch him again.

"If he does touch you, then come to me, and I will handle it. Okay?"

"Yes sir," he said with a smile. "Um, Mr. Kyle? Could I stay here until we leave for Atlantis?"

"No, Phillip. Your parents would object. Why would you?"

"Well, Adam and I have talked today, and since he's starting to get big, I could take his place and handle his more difficult duties."

That was true. With four more months or so to go, Adam's stomach was protruding prominently. I told him we would talk about it later, and he was okay with that. I talked it over with Adam and Phillip later on that day, and we decided that after we get back from Atlantis, then he would take over Adam's duties. Both boys were satisfied with that arrangement.

I could tell that Williams had told me the truth about Adam's sex drive. It had died off vastly since March. It had become difficult for him to even look at himself in the mirror. It was as if he was ashamed of himself because he was pregnant.

When the boys left us after that weekend, I sat with Adam and discussed it in length. It took some convincing, but eventually he was feeling better about his circumstance. I wondered if either of the offspring could be children, and Williams told me it was impossible.

"The embryos wouldn't accept the female type sperm. After centuries of only taking male type sperm, they would reject anything foreign."

"He is part human, though," I pointed out to him.

"Agreed, but I doubt it very seriously, Kyle. He's more Atlantean that human. Being pregnant is the biggest clue to that."

I couldn't argue with that.

Mike wanted to join us on the visit, but I refused that offer. Too many were going now, and we were the first humans to step foot in that city for untold millennia. I didn't want to shock the Atlanteans with too much of us.

A couple of days before we were to leave for Atlantis (supposedly), Adam began bleeding heavily from his mouth and nose. Williams couldn't explain it, so Mike called the hospital to get people in there that we could trust to keep their mouths shut.

Being who he was, he got things ready for something like this. That's why I chose him for a doctor. He would meet us there at the hospital. Armand drove the three of us there as fast as safety could dictate.

We arrived at the ER at the same time Mike did. His bleeding was getting worse as we got closer to the hospital. Blood was all over the seat of my car, but I didn't give a damn about that. Adam was getting paler by the minute.

We rushed him inside and carried him to a section that was closed off for us especially. The doctors, Mike included, and nurses worked on him as fast as possible, but there seemed to be nothing they could do to stop the bleeding. They put a tube in his arm to pump in whole blood to hopefully replace some of what he was loosing.

"He's crashing!" one doctor shouted as the heart monitor's screen showed one solid line flowing across. A monotone whine sounded as they took to trying to save his life. It wasn't looking good. They did their best, but after some time, a doctor called it.

"He's gone…"

"How are you feeling?" I asked the boy.

"Ohhh, a little woozy, Master," he said, trying to sit up, but the past week had taken the boy's strength and he couldn't.

"Well, you look pretty good for a dead boy, Adam," I teased him.

"Dead?" he asked, incredulously.

"For almost three minutes," I told him as I put the tray with his soup down on the table in front of him.

"What happened?"

"Another mystery about you, son," I said, then realization hit him and he felt around his belly. "Don't worry, they're fine. The doctors said that the boys suffered no effects from what happened."

"So, no one knows how I just started to bleed to death?" he asked, disbelieving.

"Oh, that started because of a tear in your esophagus wall's lining, compounded by your being pregnant. As far as how that happened, no one knows. Do you?" He shook his head. "Well, I guess we'll never know, probably."

"The twins are fine, though," he said, trying to get reassurance from me.

"They're fine, Adam. Speaking of which, have you picked out names for them, yet?" I was trying to distract him from his current situation.

He shook his head, no, and then asked if it was going to happen again.

"I can see that you're not going to be distracted by the normal distractions. As far as the doctors know, no, it shouldn't happen again. To be honest, you shouldn't even be alive, Adam. I want you to stop worrying about something that you cannot control. Worrying only makes things worse; for you and the boys inside you.

"Now, the important thing is that you're alive and the boys are fine. Try to eat something and regain your strength. Our goal is to try to get you out of here soon; before the news gets around that there's a pregnant little boy in this room."

"Not so little any more, Master," he said with a sly smile, feeling his belly.

"That's what I'm talking about," I said, while ruffling his long blond hair.

"How long have I been asleep, Master?"

"Almost a week," I answered him, trying not to sound concerned. I didn't need him to start worrying again. I didn't have to think about that, as a perfect distraction was about to walk in the room.

The door opened and one of the doctors that had been working on Adam walked in the room. I introduced Dr. Clayton to Adam.

"Hello, Adam," he said with a smile. Adam wasn't too sure about him yet, but the doctor kept talking to him. "You're a very lucky young man," he said, trying to be friendly, but he was coming off condescending.

"Doctor, no offense, but I'm not five years old. I'm ten years old and pregnant with two boys. Please don't treat me like a baby."

Dr. Clayton seemed a little miffed, but continued to talk to him, leaving out the demeaning tone of voice.

"Well, okay, Adam. How do you feel, then?"

"A little weak, but fine, Dr. Clayton. When can I go home?" He did seem eager to get out of here, himself.

"We'll see. First, do you know how you first started bleeding?" Adam shook his head, as he did when I asked him. "Okay, do you know how this happened?" he asked, pointing to his belly. Adam rolled his eyes at the man. Even I was getting a little annoyed with him.

"Hm, you've spent all that time in school, and you don't know how that happens, doctor? I'd get my money back if I were you."

I couldn't help myself but laugh. The doctor now looked somewhat angry at him, but Adam cooled him down.

"Look, doctor, I know how I got pregnant. I also know that I've been unconscious for almost a week and Mr. Henderson has had more than enough time to tell you anything you need to know about me and my situation. Anything else you need to know can wait till later."

"I suggest that you leave him to me, Dr. Clayton."

"Fine," he said red faced. He marked something down on the clipboard and left the room to the two of us. Once he was gone, I turned back to Adam and we both had a small laugh, at the doctor's expense.

"What did you tell him, Master?"

"Nothing; that's the problem. He's operating in the dark on everything. You see, the hospital chief of staff owes me a really big favor, and Dr. Evans knew it. That's why you were brought here. No one on the staff knows about this, except a scant few, and they know how to keep their mouths shut.

"As for Dr. Kildare, there, all he knows is that you're pregnant. Beyond that, he knows nothing, and that's the way it's going to stay."

"Good. I don't like him, Master," he said with his arms crossed over his chest.

"He's not my favorite, either, Adam."

"Speaking of Dr. Evans, where is he?"

"He and your friends left about an hour ago. Now, before I leave you to get some rest, I want an answer to a question."

"I will if I can, Master, you know that."

"Yes, I do. What is the last thing you remember before this started?"

He thought about it long and hard before answering.

"Well, I was swimming, as best as I could, that is, and got out to dry off. I put my collar back on, and I felt some what I thought was snot coming from my nose. I wiped it off and saw it was blood. The next thing I knew was that it continued and wouldn't stop."

"What did you do before that?"

"Nothing, Master. I had breakfast with orange juice, did my quizzes, and then went for the swim. Nothing else, Sir."

I sat back in my chair and started thinking. I must have gotten a worried look on my face because Adam asked me if anything was wrong.

"No, Adam," I said, choosing my words carefully as not to upset the boy, "I'm just thinking. Look, go ahead and eat the soup, and then get some sleep. I'll be here in the morning to talk to you again."

He nodded and ate his soup in silence to let me think. I told him, good-bye, and kissed his forehead before heading home that day. He smiled and hugged me back as I left.

On the way home, I continued thinking about what Adam had told me. There was nothing unusual about what he did that morning than what he normally does on a Sunday morning. We were supposed to leave for Atlantis today, and five days ago, he suddenly almost dies? I wondered if there was a connection somewhere.

Phillip's uncle hadn't laid a finger on him in over a month, for some reason, and the boy was better for that. I had noticed that he had started coming out of his shell over the past month, and it was blatantly obvious during the week that Adam was at the hospital. He almost chewed out a nurse when she ran her hand over his large belly one time.

Horace and Karl were also worried for their friend in that they were there every evening after school to see him. I was impressed with their loyalty to Adam.

I got home, and ate dinner alone. Williams had left for Atlantis to tell them of the situation with Adam. In fact, he had left that very next morning. I was thinking about that as I ate dinner when I suddenly got an inspiration and went to the kitchen. I got the orange juice out of the fridge and sniffed its contents. Nothing seemed out of place. I put it back, but didn't drink any. As I was standing at the door to the fridge, the doorbell rang.

"Hello, Mr. Kyle," Phillip announced at the threshold of the door.

"Hello, back, Phillip. What are you doing here?"

"I asked my parents if I could stay the night tonight, since we're going to see Adam tomorrow. This way, I don't have to wake up so early."

"Makes sense to me," I said with a slight smile.

I let him in and asked if he had eaten, and he said that he had. To be honest, I was missing the conversation. Adam and I usually talked at dinner, and without him there, it was too quiet. I guess I had gotten used to him being there.

Phillip and I talked for a while before saying our "good nights" and went to our separate rooms. A knock at the door came just as I was about to turn out the lights for the night, and Phillip walked in with only Adam's collar on and nothing else.

"I was wondering if I could take Adam's place while he's in the hospital, Master," he said with a slight smile.

I smiled back and nodded towards the bathroom. He took the hint and went in to clean himself out. It took him a little longer than Adam, but soon he walked back in and slipped under the covers with me. As Adam usually does, he scooted his butt up to my chest while facing the far wall. I ran my fingers down the side of his body facing upward and he got a shiver from him. He inched closer to me and nestled his butt along the length of my growing cock.

"You're sure about this?" I asked him.

"Yes, Master. I am your slave for the weekend until Adam returns. Do with me as you please." Phillip giggled a little after that and I tweaked his top nipple to let him know the seriousness of what was about to happen to him.

"SSss," he hissed as pain went through his young chest. But he didn't push my hand away. I grabbed the same nipple and squeezed it a little harder, and he sort of hummed, hoping that the pain would lessen if he vocalized it, I'm sure. I continued to squeeze the brown tit to see when he would do something about it. After a few minutes, he still wasn't making any move to stop me, so I let up on it. I moved my hand down over his chest to repeat the process to the left nipple, and he moved his right arm out of the way to let me. Good boy, I thought. He learned fast.

I decided to leave the one other alone for now. I would get to it later. I knew better than to leave any marks on this kid, as opposed to Adam, but perhaps a little bondage would do him some good.

I reached into the nightstand with the restraints inside and pulled them out. Taking each of his wrists, I secured those restraints to them without him uttering a word of protest. His wrists were then secured to the posts at the head of the bed, with him facing upwards. The ankle restraints were applied to the proper locations on his body, and instead of tying them to the posts at the foot of the bed; I strapped them to the posts at the head with his wrists. Ten-year-olds are so flexible.

This did two things. One, it caused his legs to go outward, leaving his anal flower just begging to be taken. Two, it raised his butt up to the proper fucking height. He also had to look me in the eye as I was now on top of him, instead of behind him.

I used some of the olive oil to rub into the skin of his asscheeks. Without warning, I slapped him hard on the ass. He hissed, but his cock jumped as well. Another slap on the other cheek brought the same reaction from him. A little oil onto his anus, made his pink flower pucker a little at the sensation. I spread some of it around the hole with my finger before gliding it inside his warm bottom.

I molested his hole a few glides worth before replacing it with my thumb of the same hand. He accepted both without complaint. Two fingers were inserted after the thumb was pulled out. He hummed a little, trying to release some of the discomfort, but not a word begging to stop; not that I would. I widened my finger, spreading his sphincter apart to teach it to accept my cock as it once did.

My fingers were slid out and the head of my cock was placed at the barrier once again for fucking. He closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable to come. I pushed gently, and the hole opened as it did in the past, enduring the torment of my girth. He grunted a little when I fully buried my cock inside him.

"Open your eyes, Phillip, and watch this," I told him, but he shook his head. "Do you want me to do this harder?" Again, he shook his head. "Then open your eyes, boy. You need to see this." Actually, I wanted him to see me take him again. That was why I was fucking him like this.

Slowly, I saw his eyes crack open and look in my direction. As he looked at me, I knew that his eyes couldn't help but pass over the sight of my cock sliding into his asshole. There was no way he could have missed it. His eyes widened as he saw just exactly what was sliding into him.

I saw him get turned on even more by watching it happen before him. His cock grew even harder against his stomach. I reached down to begin stroking his small tool. He was so jacked up that he almost came when I touched his dick. I tried to make it last for him, but that was impossible. He came with only two strokes of his dick. As the boy orgasmed, his sphincter muscle clinched and squeezed me like a tighter vice, sending me over the edge as well.

I calmed down and pulled out of his ass, replacing my cock with a favorite buttplug of Adam's. I untied him from the moorings, allowing him to sleep in a more comfortable position than the one I had him in.

"That felt good, Master," he said, and drifted off to sleep. I smiled and did the same.

The next morning, Phillip brought me breakfast in bed, complete with orange juice. Something told me not to drink it. I asked him if he had drunk any of the juice, and he shook his head.

"I have only had time to make your breakfast, Master. Why?"

"Good. Don't drink any. I don't know why, but I get the feeling that it may be tainted with something."

It doesn't happen very often, but occasionally I get a vibe from something. Experience has taught me to follow those 'vibes'. I didn't drink any, and Phillip got me some milk to replace the juice.

After getting dressed, I took what remaining juice was left in the carton and went to the police station. I have a friend in the detective's unit (it does pay to have friends) that would be able to analyze the contents of the carton. I left it with him to do his job and Armand drove Phillip and me to the hospital to see Adam.

After an hour, Horace and Karl joined us in Adam's room. They acted like four regular ten-year-olds when they get together, still being cautious due to Adam's condition, that is.

Just about after noon, the detective stopped by the room to talk. I left the boys alone with Adam and we went to a room for a private chat. Once in there, he handed me a manila envelope. I tore it open to see a technical readout.

"What was in the carton wasn't only orange juice, Kyle," he said, pointing to a line on the readout.

"What is it, Harry?" I asked him, not being able to notice the significance of what he was showing me.

"It's some type of poison," he said, with a slight hint of drama. "It kills anything, but slowly and painfully. We tried it on a couple of rats at the precinct and they bled out of their mouths, nonstop until they were totally dead."

"So, how the hell did it get into my carton of orange juice?" I asked, more to myself than to him.

"That's my question," he said, with a worried look on his face.

"Well, you know my servant, Adam?" He nodded. "He began bleeding from his mouth and nose in exactly the same way; he almost bled to death. The doctors said that it was from a tear in his esophagus's lining. But Adam had a glass of orange juice the morning that happened."

"But who would want to poison an innocent child?"

Then it hit me. "We do not believe in killing innocent," words came back to me in a flood. Adam was no longer innocent. He was pregnant and a danger to, according to Williams, the Atlantean people. He needed to be taken out. Williams.

I decided to keep the information to myself for the time being. I told Harry to stay on call for me and get a team ready to come to the mansion when I need them. He said he would do that. I went back into Adam's room to find the four of them engaging in a very animated conversation.

"What's going on here?" I asked in a very stern tone of voice.

"Master!" both Adam and Phillip cried when they heard me.

"Gentlemen, Adam needs his rest if he's going to get out of this hospital alive. And arguing fiercely is not the way to make sure he gets his rest. Now, whatever the problem is, we can solve it without all the arguing. Now, either stop, or I will make sure you leave. Got it?"

They all nodded and shamefacedly sat down into the chairs provided in the room. The rest of the day passed uneventful again. I think I took a little wind out of their sails by harping on their conversation, but Adam didn't need to get riled up over trivial minutia.

I took the boys home after the four of us had dinner at a fast food restaurant of their choice. We talked about what had happened to my young servant, and I didn't volunteer any information about what I knew.

That evening, Phillip stayed in Adam's apartment, per my request. He wasn't Adam, and couldn't heal as fast as he could. So, I told him, for the two of us to engage in sexual activities too often would probably be discovered easily. I went to bed alone, but woke up, not so alone. I opened my eyes to see Phillip licking my cock from its base to its tip.

"What did I tell you last night, Phillip?" I asked him as he finished a swipe of my stiffening rod.

"You said not to sleep with you because we don't want to attract too much attention to ourselves with our sex games, Master," he said with a sly smile.

"And what is this?" I asked, pointing down to my crotch.

"Um, a hard-on?" he asked, sarcastically.

I reached down fast and grabbed him and threw him on top of me and began tickling him till he cried.

"Do you know what I do to Adam when he disobeys me?" He suddenly froze. A look of shock came over his face and he nodded, slightly. "Being my slave means obedience, Phillip."

"I just thought that you might want to wake up with a smile, Master," he said, sincerely.

"I do, but I also want total obedience from my slaves. You disobeyed me, Phillip."

He nodded and quietly slipped off the bed and walked to the closet. A minute later, he returned with the belt and set it on the edge of the bed. He assumed the whipping position at the foot of the bed at one of its posts. Knowing what must be done; I got out of bed and lined up behind the boy with the belt wrapped around itself in a loop.

"You will count each one, Phillip. If you mess up on the count, I start over at one. Understand?" He nodded and gripped the bed post even tighter. I looked down and noticed he had an erection like Adam usually gets before a whipping. However, unlike Adam, it deflated once the belt contacted with his skin for the first time. He hissed loudly as the leather made its first mark and he cried, "One, Master".

The next one landed just below the first, coating the crease his buttcheeks made with his legs in red. He grunted and cried, "Two, Master". The third strike hit his buttocks above the first red mark and he counted, "Three, Master". As he counted the fourth one, it nailed him above the third, where his butt connected with his back. Having nowhere else to lay the fifth one, it landed directly on the first lick's welt. He bellowed out, "Five, Master", as I moved to his left to continue on the left cheek.

The process was repeated and the boy's bottom was well tanned when the last count rang out in the room. I dropped the belt onto the bed and walked up behind him as he whimpered against the bedpost. I casually ran my finger across the lines left by the belt. He was sniffling when my stomach made contact with his back and my hand reached around to his soft member.

"That was necessary, little slave. I demand obedience from those who serve me. Do you understand?" He nodded as he choked back the tears. "However, this," and I gave his cock a small squeeze, "is not necessary. Do you want me to continue?" He nodded ever so slightly.

I slowly masturbated his cock to its three inch [7½ cm] total length. The boy spread his legs out as he remained in his whipping position. He whispered something I didn't catch and I asked him to repeat it.

"Fuck me, Master. Please?" it was barely above a whisper. I knew where that was coming from. Adam.

But, the boy wanted to be fucked, then so be it. I grasped his cock firmly and moved him to the bed from behind. I tossed off my robe and pushed him down on the bed in one fluid motion. Not bothering with the oil this time, I lined my hard prick up to his exposed backside as he moved his legs apart for me. Leaning over him, I parted the globes of his ass one more time and shoved my cock inside him.

I felt him clench his cheeks tightly and grab the bedcovers, twisting them in pain. Good. I wanted him to hurt this time. The kid wanted to be fucked, well he was going to get it, and get it good. I lunged forward with my full weight, spearing his hole with my full length. He cried again into the bedcovers, twisting them even more. Knowing I hurt him, I didn't stop my assault on his bowels.

Using only my hips, I began fucking him with my entire cock; pulling all the way out and forcing it back inside to the hilt. I felt my hairy balls bouncing off his rapidly deflating cock under me. But I didn't care what he felt. I was forgetting the fact that he wasn't Adam and couldn't take the punishment my other slave could take.

I pummeled his ass for everything I was worth until I shot my load deep into his guts, filling him once again. Recovering my senses, I reached under us and grabbed his limp penis and began stroking it back to firmness. Now I did care about how he felt, but I wanted him to know what being fucked was like as well.

I moved us up the bed far enough for me to reach into the nightstand and retrieve the buttplug I keep in there for Adam. As I continued to stroke his dick, I slipped out of his ass and forced the buttplug inside him. He groaned as the rubber passed his torn sphincter, but made no other acknowledgement that anything was wrong. My other hand never left his ten year old cock as his dick was hard and I wanted it to remain that way. I slowly stroked him to a shivering orgasm, and then his body lay still.

"You okay?" I asked him. He nodded into the covers. "Don't lie to me, Phillip. Are you okay?" He nodded again. He moved his head to the right so I could hear him.

"I'm just sore, Master Kyle," he said in a raspy voice.

"Yeah, I guess I kinda got carried away there. But you did ask for it."

"I guess I did, Master," he said with a snicker.

With a slap to his ass, I told him to get up and get a shower taken. He asked about the buttplug, and I told him to leave it in for the day. He got a shocked look on his face, but wisely didn't challenge me about it.

We left for the hospital to see Adam alone. The other two boys had other things they had to do for the day, but for me and Phillip, it was to see Adam. As we walked in, the doctor was walking out, having just examined the boy for the morning. Harry's voice made me turn around and I saw him jogging the rest of the way to talk to me before I went in to see my young slave. I told Phillip to go ahead and go inside, but no arguing. He nodded and left the two of us.

"What are you going to do about the poison, Kyle?" he asked when we were alone in a room.

"I'm working that out right now, Harry. Why?"

"I might be able to help you, if you suspect someone, Kyle."

"I don't suspect someone, Harry. I know who put the poison in the carton. But you're right; you can help me."

Over the next half an hour or so, I told him of my plan. He knew some people that would be able to lend assistance. We shook hands and I left for Adam's room. When I walked in, Phillip was sitting, gingerly sitting, on the edge of the bed talking in low tones with Adam.

"Now what are you two talking about?" I asked them.

They both looked at each other and snickered, but didn't answer right away. I raised an eyebrow at them, and they both said, "You, Master".

"I see. Well, what did the doctor say, Adam?" I asked, turning to the boy.

"He said that if everything's normal tomorrow, I can go home on Tuesday."

"Well, that's good news," I said with a smile.

We stayed with Adam for the rest of the day talking about unimportant matters and left for home around seven that evening. Adam did return home on Tuesday morning after a series of small tests Mike had given him.

Phillip had taken over his duties very well in his absence, but Adam still felt like he was slacking by not doing them. I told him that being pregnant with two boys is just cause to relax some. Nothing of note happened that week until Friday evening when Todd Williams showed back up at the house. I called Harry when I saw him approach the house and we set our plan in motion.

I welcomed him home and Adam sort of waddled in the room to greet him.

"It looks like you've weathered your captivity in the hospital well, Adam," he said looking at the boy. "And your eyes are almost totally red. I'd say that you have just less than two months to go."

"Yes sir and I can't wait till it's over with," he answered with a smile.

Williams told us of his trip back to his home and the report he made to his superiors about Adam's condition. We made our way to the den to continue talking and Phillip served the three of us drinks. He stayed to help Adam with anything he needed and to wait on the two of us as well.

I delayed his leaving by stalling him by coaxing out the story of his journey homeward and back. A signal light above the doorway told me it was time for the next phase of our plan. I motioned for Phillip to take Adam out of the room. I didn't need them around. Not to arouse suspicion on the part of Williams, Phillip just asked Adam to help him with something.

"Todd, do you have an answer for what happened to Adam?" I asked him.

"Why would I, Kyle?" he asked, nonplussed.

"Because I thought you might have one, since a very unusual poison was found in our orange juice carton. It was found to have been aquatic-based in nature. Since science isn't your forte', I'll bypass the particulars and get to the fine print. You poisoned Adam, and I want to know why. Right now."

Before I could do anything, a very unique weapon was produced from Williams's pants and he brandished it in my face. There were at least seven different ways I could have taken him down from the position I was in, but I never got the chance. A shot rang out and the weapon flew across the room. Blood flowed from his hand where the bullet went through.

"Nice shot, Harry," I said to the cop as he walked in the room.

"Thanks, Kyle," he answered, smiling, still holding his gun on Williams. Another cop walked in behind him, also with his gun drawn. Adam and Phillip ran in the room next, both with worried looks on their faces.

"I'm fine, boys. Phillip, take Adam back upstairs. I'll tell you both what has happened later."

"Yes, Master," he said and led Adam out of the room.

"Now," I said, turning my attentions to Williams. "You're going to tell me the truth about Adam and where you really come from. I don't buy the 'Atlantean' story." He didn't move or speak. It was actually Harry's partner that spoke up.

"Oh, he's telling you the truth about that, Mr. Henderson." Both Harry and I turned to him. "I'm Atlantean as well. You see, we've had a problem lately in our society, and I apologize that you've become involved in it." He moved to the sofa and sat down, still bearing the gun down on Williams. "If you move, Toddston, I will shoot you."

Turning to us, he began his explanation of everything.

"We've created a society that has shunned the surface completely. Recently, there's a growing movement among our people to rejoin the sun's world. We sent scouts out to investigate."

"We know that already," I interrupted him.

"Yes, but what you don't know, Mr. Henderson, is that Toddston, here, is one of the hardliners that don't want the change. You see, the movement to rejoin the surface world is very strong. The hardliners don't want to rejoin the surface world. They think that you aren't ready to accept us or our way of life. And to be blunt, most of you aren't ready, from what I've seen."

"So, what he told us is true?" I asked incredulously.

"What's he talking about, Kyle?"

"I'll fill you in later, Harry. Go on, Mr.…?"

"You may call me, Fisk, Mr. Henderson; Fisk Saunders. I believe he extended an invitation to you to visit our society. I'd like to extend the same curtsey."

"Mr. Saunders, one of your people tried to kill my servant, and just tried to kill me. Forgive me, but I don't exactly trust any of you right now."

He sat down and removed his hat he had been wearing. He was as bald as Williams, or Toddston, or whoever he really was.

"I understand your feelings, Mr. Henderson. I share them. Right now, I wouldn't want to go anywhere near our society. We've had our eye on Toddston, here, for quite some time. He's not what you would call one of our more upstanding citizens. He does have a history of violence that, quite frankly, we abhor greatly.

"I would ask, though, that you give us a second chance. Adam could help our two peoples understand each other. We might be able to bridge the gap with his assistance."

"I'll leave it up to Adam to do that. What are we going to do with Williams, or whatever his real name is?"

"We will take Toddston back with us. He'll be tried before our courts. I would also ask you to give testimony to the events also, Mr. Henderson, and Adam, if he's willing."

"There were three other boys that were willing and anxious to visit your society, Fisk."

"They are also invited as well."

"Let me discuss it with everyone and I'll get back to you on that."

He nodded and took his prisoner away with him and Harry. I called Adam and Phillip into the room to discuss the evening's events and the offer still made by Fisk. Both boys were still excited to go on the trip. I called and made arrangements with Horace and Karl's parents for that weekend after clearing it with Fisk. I had never seen Adam so excited (nonsexually, that is) before.

Friday evening arrived with Horace and Karl staying over for the night. The three boys slept with Adam in his apartment. We were already packed for the trip, so the next morning was pretty smooth as we headed out to pick up Fisk and Williams.

Williams was in handcuffs as he was led to the car by Fisk. Armand drove us to the small airport where my plane was kept. As we arrived, the plane was fueled and ready to go. I told my pilot where to fly and we left for Eastern Europe. The flight was uneventful as Williams was secured in his seat by his cuffs. Fisk enjoyed talking to Adam and the boy seemed to like talking to him also.

We set down in Athens, Greece. The airport already had a car waiting for us. I looked at Fisk, and he shrugged his shoulders.

"I like to be thorough, Mr. Henderson." I agreed with that philosophy.

We loaded ourselves in the car and headed to a port on the outskirts of the city. Waiting for us there was a very unique boat. It wasn't a submarine, but it easily could be one. The front of the boat was open, but was able to be enclosed by a touch of the button. It certainly wasn't something we were able to do with our technology. Fisk saw my reaction to his vessel and smiled.

"You still were unsure I was telling you the truth about us, were you, Mr. Henderson?" he asked, still smiling. I nodded, still staring at the craft. "I understand. It is a large story to swallow."

All seven of us boarded the vessel, and it was already running when we stepped on board, so we got underway in a matter of minutes. The boat sped out into the Mediterranean, and within mere minutes, land was out of sight. A button was pressed and an energy shield was put into place over the opening. It was like something out of Star Trek.

The craft pitched downward and the shield held its place without so much as a waver. As I looked out into the water, I saw a great deal of things I thought I would never see in my entire life. Fisk walked up to talk to me as we headed towards his home.

"There are some things we do need to discuss, Mr. Henderson," he said from my right side.

I nodded and he continued.

"First of all, you five are the first to visit our society. I must iterate strongly that whatever is seen down here must be told discretely. Secondly, there are some things you might find strange about how we do things down there."

"Like what?"

"Well, for instance, the differences between how the leaders and the breeders are taught in our schools. Most breeders are separated from the leaders a few years after they are born. Leaders are taught skills to lead our people in different areas, such as politics, science, art, music, agriculture, etc. Once the skills are discovered, they are given concentrated courses geared towards their particular skills.

"The breeders, on the other hand, are given a more general education. Most of them don't advance beyond their roll of breeding. There is the occasional exception, of course. For instance, our Premier is a breeder, and he's an excellent Premier."

"What form of government do you have?"

"It's very similar to your American form of government. We call it a Multi-layered form of a Republic. I'll explain more about that as we get there.

"The education system is second to nothing what you have on the surface, Mr. Henderson. I'm sure you've noticed how well Adam has done at his academics while he's been with you."

I hadn't thought about that in a while, but now that Fisk mentioned it, Adam was uncommonly bright for a ten or eleven year old boy. He always says that my quizzes needed to get tougher. He seems to be especially gifted with his piano playing, and I mentioned that to Fisk.

"Would he be able to go to a class specially suited for musicians?" I asked him.

"Even though breeders that are gifted in skills are rare, we do give them the benefit of the doubt and allow all that is available for them to learn. If Adam is gifted, we will be able to help him. I thought that he would return with you to the surface, though, Mr. Henderson?"

"You might as well call me Kyle also, Fisk." He smiled and nodded. I looked back to see where Adam was, and he was enthralled with the sights and not paying a bit of attention to us. "As far as the boy is concerned, I only want the best for him. He's been a real treat to have at my mansion and if he can learn from you all there is to learn, then he belongs down here with you."

"We'll see, Kyle. He would be well protected down here. We have a very effective penal system."

"Oh?"

"Yes. Our crime rate is almost nil. The criminal in question is brought before a council and his memories are displayed on a screen for the council to see. A vote is then taken on the appropriate measures to take to deal with said criminal. The system is foolproof, Kyle, and no one escapes punishment."

"What is punishment?"

"In very few instances, capital punishment is carried out, but that is only for those who commit or attempt to commit murder. Our murder rate is only about one or two per year. No appeals are granted, as the criminal's own memories are displayed and reveal his crime.

"As far as lesser crimes, well, there are different degrees of punishment for different crimes. The reality is that criminals get away with nothing in our society, Kyle. I hope one day your people will be able to achieve this level of technology. But, you aren't ready for it right now. Too many of your people are worried about too many others' rights being violated to implement such a system.

"Greed, hunger, disease are also eliminated from our cities. It is something that we are most proud of, Kyle. I think even you will be impressed by our way of life."

I smiled and we both went back to watching the ocean in front of us. Lights were now lighting up the area surrounding the ship. Fisk left me alone with my thoughts as we continued to descend into the depths of the ocean's floor.

Adam walked up beside me and leaned against me as I put my arm around him. We watched the ocean's dark swallow us whole. It was like being inside a large animal and it was digesting us slowly.

After what seemed like forever, the ship glided towards a small mount of rock. I got more nervous as the ship moved closer and closer to the rock and didn't slow down. I turned to the helmsman and he smiled back at me. As I turned back around, the ship went into the rock.

"Hologram," Fisk said to my other side from Adam. I jumped as he said it. I wasn't aware that he was around me.

The ship glided further into the image of the rock and we settled onto a platform. A tube was raised out of the platform and secured itself to the side of the ship. The five of us passengers and a few of the crew left the ship through the tube. As we descended the through the tube, we came to the end where it seemed a committee was waiting for our arrival.

Fisk walked up to the man in the middle and bowed smartly.

"Premier Shall, allow me to present our guests to you," he said. The man nodded and smiled back at him. He introduced me first and I shook the man's hand and the premier nodded back at me with a kind look on his face. I took in his characteristics as I shook his hand.

He was a little shorter than myself with long light brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. He was the only one in the group with hair on his head, indicating the only breeder in the group. His eyes were blue, but not as light as Adam's eyes were before he got pregnant. I guessed that they changed as he grew older. He had a kind face with a warm smile. Shall's frame was slight, and he showed signs of wear; probably due to childbearing. He was dressed smartly, almost clinically, in a light yellow color of suit.

"And this must be Adam," he said, speaking for the first time to the boy. Adam nodded as he took the hand offered to him. "You've caused quite a stir amongst us down here when we lost track of you. It seems you've found a just person to be with and breed with."

"Yes Sir. Master Kyle has taken very good care of me," he answered back.

"Master Kyle?" Shall asked and looked at me.

"Yes Sir," Adam said, bringing his attentions back to himself. "When I ran away, he bought me from myself, sort of."

Again, Shall looked to me in question. I took the opportunity to explain Adam's arrangement with me. He nodded that he understood. He went back to the rest of the boys and was introduced to each of them in turn. After meeting all of us, Shall and his entourage turned and he beckoned us to follow him off the platform. A large vehicle was waiting for us at the bottom of the stairs we descended. It took us, minus Fisk and Williams, through the city.

We traveled through the city he called, Menasurath. It was the Atlantean capital city he explained to us. I looked up and could see the ocean and its currents swirling above us. Instead of the light coming down and lighting the city, it seemed that the very rocks had a luminescent quality about them. Light was coming from the very buildings themselves. The whole culture seemed almost futuristic. It looked like something you would see out of a sci-fi flick.

As we traveled, I noticed things that were almost American in nature. It appeared that these people also thrived on commerce. It didn't seem to be as unstable as our own crude way of commerce. Everything seemed to flow almost rhythmically, harmoniously.

I also noticed the two different types of men in the city. The breeders did seem to have longer hair, almost like our women, though I didn't see any that were pregnant. They were dressed in loose fitting clothing. They weren't dresses, per se, but almost oriental in nature. I saw that the material of their clothing was also luminescent.

The leaders of the city were dressed smartly or professionally. Their clothing also gave off the similar glow of light, but was a little more formal. As I watched them, I thought I could tell their skills by the clothes they wore.

We arrived at a tall, simple building with only a marking of a crown above the doorway. Shall ushered us in and we took his lead, Adam in front next to the Premier. Entering a very contemporary elevator, we rode to the top floor. It was apparently his office floor. His entourage left us the moment we arrived at his floor. Shall sat behind his desk to address us.

"Mr. Henderson, I have been thoroughly briefed on you and your culture. Now, allow me to extend the courtesy of us and our culture to you and your boys."

"Thank you, Premier Shall. Fisk told me of your laws and punishments for violating them, and I can assure you, there will be no problem from our end." He nodded at that.

"I appreciate that, Mr. Henderson, and I'm sure there won't be any problems from you. You are our guests here for as long as you like. We have a room set up for the five of you in the building adjacent to this one, and you will find that your things have already been taken there.

"While you are here, all expenses will be taken care of by the state. If you wish to purchase something, use these cards." He handed us five cards a little smaller than a credit card. "All I ask is that you use a little restraint and not take advantage of us and our good will."

"That won't be problem, Premier Shall," I said, and stressing it with the boys.

"Good. Now that that's settled, I would like to talk to Adam alone, if that is acceptable?"

I looked to Adam, and he nodded. We were shown out and to our state rooms in the building next door. They were very luxurious. Each of us had our own room and bath. About a half an hour after getting to our rooms, the three boys walked into mine and wanted to go scouting around the city. I told them it would be better to wait for Adam and we could all go.

Adam walked into my room about an hour after that conversation, telling me that the premier just wanted to find out some specific things about him and his pregnancy. He told Adam that the doctors should have a look at him, and I thought it was an excellent idea.

Adam was a little tired after the journey down here, so he retired to his room for the evening. The four of us went on a scouting trip. A vehicle was waiting for us outside the building with a driver. He took us on a tour of the city, pointing out different structures and sites along the way. After an hour of sightseeing, we were getting hungry and he dropped us off for a meal at a local restaurant. He left us to do something and we walked inside.

It was almost like being in a place back home. A waiter (breeder) was there to take our order. Believe it or not, there was even a salad bar, which we did use. The items were not your normal items, but not unpleasant, though. When we sat back down at the table, Horace had a sulky look on his face.

"What's the matter, H?" Karl asked him.

"I don't like the way these guys keep looking at me," he said, gesturing backwards.

I turned to look at what he was pointing out and he had something to be concerned about. It seems that most of the men in the place were ogling all three boys. I smiled at his concern.

"Well, H, you have to realize, that to them, you're a breeder. It's kind of like women back home being gawked at. To them, you're attractive."

"Well, just as long as they don't get the idea that I'm gonna be taking anything up the ass by them," he said, still sulking a little.

"You know, that's probably exactly what they're thinking, H," Phillip butted in. Karl and I had to snicker at the look on his face after that comment.

"Fucking faggots," he muttered under his breath.

"Whoa, right there!" I pounced on him. "First of all, H, these people have been living like this for untold centuries. And it's not up to you to judge their way of life. Second, the thought of fucking someone up the ass didn't seem to bother you when you were doing it to Phillip or Adam."

"That was different, Mr. Henderson. I wasn't on the 'taking' end of it."

"If you don't want to do it, H, then don't. The way Fisk said it, was that rape up there is rape down here. If a breeder doesn't want it, then he doesn't have to take it. And the punishment for such a crime is castration of the offender. He told me the last rape that occurred here was over ten years ago.

"Now, relax, H. Besides, now you have a little taste of what women go through back home."

Horace relaxed a little bit, but was still nervous until we left the restaurant. We decided to walk down the street to take in the sites instead of waiting for our ride. The four of us did get a few looks, but no one bothered us really. A few breeders even looked my way, but I chalked it up to my short haircut.

Horace continued to dislike the looks he was getting, but I certainly can't blame the Atlanteans for taking a liking to him. Karl seemed to not be bothered by the looks, but thoroughly enjoyed the sites. Phillip was the only one who liked getting ogled at by the others.

After an hour of seeing a few things and sites, we rounded a corner to come face to face with a very peculiar site. It was a free-standing building with some strange markings on the front of it. I looked at the map that Shall had given me and it wasn't labeled. A leader walked past and I asked him politely what the building was.

"Oh, you must be the surface people that I had read about," he said, and I nodded. "The news said that you would be paying us a visit." He was looking at the boys, but not in a lascivious manner. He shook his head to bring him back to his thought to answer my question. "Anyway, that building is called, 'The Breeding Grounds'. It is a place for breeders."

"We're not 'breeders'," Horace said, nastily to the man. I was put out by the boy's attitude, but the man seemed nonplussed by it.

"My apologies, young one. I meant no insult to you," he said to Horace, then turned to me. "You might go in there and see what's to see." He was smiling at me in a non-threatening manner. I nodded and he went on his way. I turned to Horace.

"Let's get one thing straight, H. We are going to be here for an entire week. You can either spend this week in your room, or you can spend it out here with us, enjoying yourself. If you offend one more person while we're here, it'll be the first option. Got it?"

"Yes Sir," he said, looking down at his feet.

"Good, because I don't want to have a problem from you again." The boy was starting to irritate the hell out of me.

I realize that this was a totally different culture from the one he had just left, but to be this hostile towards it was unlike him at all.

We made our way to 'The Breeding Grounds' building, with Horace bringing up the rear, slowly. When we walked inside, there was a leader at the front desk reading a flat screen in his hand.

"Welcome to The Breeding Grounds V, breeders," he said with a smile as we walked up to him. I heard Horace make a snort from behind me. The leader's smile faded slightly before continuing. "What can I do for you?"

"Well, we're not breeders, sir," I started.

"You're the surface dwellers, aren't you?" he asked enthusiastically. I nodded and his smile returned to its original full strength. "Well, I was told you might pay us a curiosity visit. I was also told to show you the place. So, if you will, come with me."

He introduced himself as Mola, and we followed him out of the lobby and up a flight of stairs to the second level of a ten story building. I asked him about the name of the building, and why it was called, five.

"This is the fifth lounge in this city dedicated to the wellbeing of our young breeders. In this city, there are seven such lounges catering to their wants and needs.

"This level is devoted to breeders who are in the final stages of their bearing time. They come here for company and relaxation," he said as we stepped off the top step.

"I have a question that has eluded me whenever the topic comes up," I began and Mola motioned for me to continue. "Do breeders enter into monogamous relationships? Or marriages?"

"I'm not familiar with the term, 'marriages', but as far as monogamous relationships, it does happen from time to time, sir."

"Call me Kyle," I told him. "So, there's no jealousy among breeders?"

"Oh, no sir," he said, and then added, "Kyle. Jealousy is forbidden here."

We rounded a corner to find a large room with a wall dividing it from the outside made of glass half way down from the ceiling. The bottom of the wall was metal. You could see into the room easily. It was filled with pregnant boys, ranging in age from about seven to about thirteen. Some of them had small children of their own, either sleeping in cribs next to their benches or playing in a pen off to the side with other boys their own ages. All of them seemed to be enjoying themselves and relaxing.

As far as I could tell from where we were standing, they all had red eyes and were appearing ready to give birth.

"By this stage of their bearing time, most of our breeders prefer just to be left alone," he explained. "There are times where they do get a little precocious, but usually, they like it here, not to have anything to do with sex."

"Weird," Karl commented and Mola smiled back at him.

"From what I hear about you and your women, this might seem weird to you, breeder," he said then looked at me as to how to address him properly.

"We call them 'boys', or 'children'," I explained to him. "Usually, we just use their names."

"Understood, sir," he said and led us back to the staircase.

As we approached the third level, he told us that the next two levels were devoted to the care of the breeders. Mainly their health during their pregnancies and the health of the children inside them. A good supply of doctors was on staff at all times.

"The next three levels are devoted to the breeders' sexual needs during their first three to four months of bearing. It's during this time that they are at their most aggressive in their sexual desires."

I smiled, knowing what he was talking about. Adam was definitely hyped up during his first few months.

We rounded the first corner after the staircase to find another room like the one on the second level, but not as large. It was still separated by a half-glassed wall so a person could easily see into it. I heard Horace gasp when we saw what was inside. And I have to say; even I was a little taken aback.

A boy, about the age of seven, was strapped to the wall. His whole body was flat against the wall with his arms stretched up and outward. The boy's legs were simply pulled straight outward and his ankles held to the wall by two metal clamps. His tiny balls were encased in a faux-leather chute strung to a mechanism on the floor designed to pull his balls downward and not let up. The poor child had angry red lines covering his whole body. He looked to be in a great deal of pain, but his small cock was sticking straight outward.

The adult in the room had a whip in his hand and was bringing it down across his body again as we walked up. As there were no livestock in the society, I'm sure that whip had to be made of something equal to leather. It sure sounded like it as it cracked across the child's body. The young lad screamed, but begged for more and the adult was obliging.

Horace stood there with his mouth gaping open. It was more torment than what we had done to Adam in his presence. He was surprised as ever that the boy wanted more of it. What had been done to Adam was not as extreme as what this boy was going through, but it was close. Karl was licking his lips while he watched the torture take place before our eyes. Phillip was also watching the show with enthusiasm, and like Karl, he was getting a small chubby as well, but for a whole different reason.

Mola smiled at the boys' reactions while they watched the proceedings. This is the normal reaction from the breeders, he said, pointing out the reactions of both Karl and Phillip.

"Most leaders have the same reaction as you do, Horace," he said, nodding to the redhead.

"Why do they react like me?"

"Generally speaking, leaders don't have the stomach to take the torture. Myself personally, I don't see what breeders get out of it," he said smiling at him. For the first time, Horace smiled a real smile.

Thinking back on it, it was only Phillip and Karl that had gotten involved with Adam down in my chamber. Horace just watched from the sidelines. As we were watching the boy continue to take the punishment from the adult in the room, he yelled out a word I was unfamiliar with.

"Frug!!!" he gasped out into the room.

"Frug?" I asked Mola.

"Just watch," he said, smiling.

The man put down the whip and walked up to the youngster. With a cock that was very firm and large, he skewered the boy as he yelled out the word again. We watched the boy take the endowed cock without a problem. In fact, I watched his body shake as the adult invaded his bowels.

"Frug means 'fuck me'?" Horace asked, shocked.

"I guess so," I said, amazed at how the boy was able to take the stiff prick, and still enjoy it. I pointed this out to Mola and he smiled.

"A breeder's anal barrier stretches very well, Kyle. Why don't we move on, hm?"

I nodded and he led our posse further down the aisle, leaving the two lovers to their fun. The next room was empty, but the third was not. A breeder about the age of the boys with me was strapped to a sawhorse, already being corn holed very effectively, and begging for more.

Phillip went to the window to get a better view of the show. Mola walked up behind him and whispered something in his ear. Phillip turned to him and nodded, shyly. I looked to Mola for an answer and he gave one.

"He wants a room of his own," he explained.

Phillip seemed a little embarrassed about it, but Mola was not affected by his decision, neither was I. Leaving those two also alone, we traveled down the hall to find a vacant room for Phillip. A few of the rooms we passed were occupied with young boys in various stages of bondage. One eight-year-old was taking a paddling. Another boy a year older was getting caned, on his balls of all places. I could tell Phillip was getting turned on even more the further we walked down the hallway.

The last room on the floor was empty, save an adult Atlantean in the office at the far end. He also sported long medium brown hair and a well toned physique. The breeder got up from his desk when he saw us walk in and greeted us warmly.

"Tagger, this is Phillip," Mola said, introducing the boy to him. Both shook hands, but Tagger was looking down at the boy's crotch and the tent his erection was causing. "Please take care of him." The adult nodded, and Mola ushered us out of the room. Phillip waved at us as we left him to his breeder.

"Don't worry, Kyle. If my instincts are correct, he'll have the time of his life."

"I'm more worried about any scarring of his skin, Mola," I told him. I didn't need to have to explain it to his parents. It would be difficult, that's for sure.

"Again, don't worry, Kyle. When our ancestors began our society, they used their science and resources to come up a solution to that. When they found out about the breeders' sexual desires and how violently they wanted to be treated, they created a healing remedy. It comes in the form of a pill.

"After a breeder has undergone a session like these," he said, pointing out a ten year old breeder being whipped by a very large bullwhip. "A pill is ingested and in two day's time, the marks are totally evaporated, leaving the skin perfect again for another session. Since our skin make-up is generally the same, then I see nothing stopping your youngster from having his fun with Tagger."

"And Tagger having his fun with Phillip," Horace put in, sort of smiling also. Mola snickered and nodded to Horace.

"The medication did have another benefit. It eliminated all stretch marks in a matter of a week after birth."

"Now, that is handy," I said, amazed.

By the time Mola was finished explaining everything to us, we saw that Phillip was totally nude and ready to begin with Tagger. And to be honest, I was ready to see what he had in store for the boy. A blindfold was put over his eyes before anything else was done. A very unusual ball gag was placed in his mouth. It had studded spikes on the part being forced in his mouth, making his tongue also available to torture.

"I must remember to get one of those for Adam before we leave," I thought to myself.

Phillip's wrists were bound in front of him by metal cuffs about two inches [5 cm] wide, with a fur lining. A steel cord hung from the ceiling and the link in the cuffs was attached to that cord. Tagger pushed a button on a remote and the cord took out the slack and suspended Phillip by his wrists. His feet were just barely off the floor.

A chute like the one on the first boy was added to Phillip's balls and they were also about to be pulled downward to the floor. I warned Mola about our balls being very sensitive, and he nodded. He opened the door to tell Tagger to take it easy on his balls and the adult breeder nodded that he understood. The mechanism pulled Phillip's balls downward, but not as much as it could have. The boy was in obvious pain, but also just as obvious was his excitement.

Tagger attached similar cuffs to the boy's ankles and slightly thicker cables were clicked on to the cuffs from the opposite walls. Another button was pressed and Phillip's feet were pulled in opposite directions until the boy began begging Tagger to stop. The boy was in even more pain now, but also enjoying the attention.

Tagger ran his finger along the skin under his feet, causing the boy to squirm in his bonds at the tickling. He reached over and took a thin, pointed metal rod and ran it along the length of the soles of his feet. The boy continued to squirm at the sensations. This guy was definitely a pro at this.

The five of us watched as Tagger went to his next stage. Before doing anything, though, he walked to the door to address me, of all people.

"Can he handle his nipples being tortured?" he asked when he stuck his head out. With a motion of my hand, I told him to do as he pleased with the boy. Tagger returned to his work. The two boys with me snickered at what Phillip was about to experience.

"Why did he come to ask, Mr. Henderson?" Karl asked.

"Because our breeders' nipples are very sensitive, Karl; especially during their bearing time," Mola told him.

Tagger picked up two alligator clips and attached them to his nipples, sending the lad into fits of pain. He shook his chest, trying to dislodge the clips, but Tagger had put them on too well. The adult let him alone till he died down enough to continue the torment.

As we were watching what was about to happen next, Mola jerked his head up and excused himself, talking to an earpiece. He returned as Tagger was about to bring a paddle across Phillip's defenseless buttocks.

"Excuse me, Kyle," I tore my attentions away from Tagger and Phillip to acknowledge Mola and he continued talking. "Are you expected somewhere?"

"Not that I know of, why?"

"Because I was just notified that Premier Shall is looking for you," he said with a worried look on his face.

"Is there a way I can communicate with him?" I asked, not know how to ask for a telephone. He showed me a screen in a room off the hallway. He told me how to use it. All I had to do was say who I was and who I wanted to talk to; very convenient.

"Oh, Mr. Henderson," Shall said as he appeared on the screen. "We weren't sure where you had taken off to."

"Worried, Mr. Premier?"

"Only a little that you might get lost, sir. I see that you've found one of our city's Breeding Grounds. That was quick," he said with a smile.

I had to smile back as I told him how it happened. I told him we would be returning to our rooms when we finished here.

"No rush, Mr. Henderson. I just was curious where you had gotten off to, as Adam might need you."

"Understood, Premier. Thanks for the concern." I switched off the screen and made my way back to Phillip and his ordeal.

When I arrived, Karl and Horace were standing there with their hands over their mouths and pointing to the glass. I saw what they were looking at and it was Tagger's cock. The thing was enormous. There was no possible way that was going to fit inside Phillip's young rectum. I pointed this out to Mola.

"Just wait and see, Kyle," he said, reassuringly. "You see, an ointment was applied to his rectal area while you were talking to the premier." Also, while I was gone, Tagger had removed the studded ball gag from the boy's mouth.

The four of us stood there and watched as Tagger slowly fed every inch of his monster cock to Phillip's reddened ass. The boy took it better than I thought he would. He did scream as Tagger's cock penetrated his outer barrier, but had no choice in accepting the rest of it as the adult fed it to him.

When Tagger was fully embedded inside him, he reached around the boy to his front and began stroking Phillip's stiffy. As the elephantine cock plowed into the eleven-year-old, Tagger stroked his dick in perfect rhythm to his thrusts. After some time, I saw Phillip's body shake in clear signs of his orgasm. Tagger's cock was gripped by the boy's sphincter muscle and he also bellowed out his orgasm into Phillip's innards.

Both man and boy calmed down and he was let down from his bondage. I walked in the room and up to Phillip as he sat hunched over on the floor. Tagger, his job being done, smiled and left the room to return with the pill Mola was talking about. He fed the pill to Phillip and then left us again. The two boys had followed me into the room, but at a distance.

"How do you feel?"

"Like I've been fucked by a telephone pole, Master Kyle," he said to the floor. I think he was looking at the gaping hole in his backside that the cock had left in its wake.

"You have," I answered back and smiled. He looked up and also smiled. The boy had definitely come a long way from the scared little kid that didn't even want to engage in playing with the other three boys earlier that year.

I picked him up and he slumped back to the ground. This time I picked him up and slung him over my shoulder. Horace and Karl grabbed his clothes and we turned to the doorway. Mola smiled at us.

"That often happens with first timers. Don't worry about being seen in public with him over your shoulder like that. There are many young breeders being taken home by older ones after their first time to a 'Grounds' complex. It's normal."

"Well, we'd better skip the rest of the tour, Mola, and head on back to our rooms. To be honest, I'm also a little tired."

"I understand, Kyle. I'll show you out."

He walked us out and as we left the building, our driver was standing by the vehicle waiting for us. Apparently, Shall called him and told him where we were. The driver smiled when he saw Phillip passed out on my shoulder and ushered us inside and drove us to our building.

We got inside and I laid Phillip down on my bed and went to check on Adam. He was still sleeping noisily but peacefully. The boys were stripped and getting into bed when I checked on them and I made my way back to my room for a good rest.

After the length of the day's events, I was very tired. I did have a problem, though; an erection from hell. With a willing receptacle right beside me, I figured, why not? As Tagger's semen was still inside him, it made a nice lubricant to allow my cock to slide inside him. Phillip accepted my dick without complaint or comment. He must have been really knocked out.

I slowly pumped his ass for a few times, enjoying the feel of a boy's rectum and I heard Phillip whisper something. I put my ear closer to hear him again.

"Harder, please," he said again, a little louder.

Being the giving person I am; I gave him what he asked for. I rolled over on top of his back and pushed him with me to lie on his stomach, where I made him feel every inch of my cock. I pounded into his ass as I had done on one other occasion. At the same time I screwed his ass, I made sure he felt pleasure from his other side. Phillip ate up the pain as I laid into him nonstop.

He came after stroking him for a few minutes, and as he did to Tagger, he clenched his sphincter and sent me into orgasmic pleasure as well. We got cleaned up and back into bed for some real rest.

The following morning, I guess, we woke up together and had breakfast in the lobby of the building. I guess I could call it a hotel, for lack of something better, but since very few Atlanteans seem to travel, hotels are superfluous.

I asked about the visit to the Atlantean doctor, and he said that the premier had it all set up for the day. They had a twelve hour clock on the wall, and I set my watch to it. His doctor's visit was scheduled for about three hours from then. Phillip suggested the 'Breeder's Grounds' to pass our time before the visit, and it was Horace that agreed with the idea. I was shocked at his turn around of attitude. We all agreed and left the lobby for the vehicle waiting for us with a different driver. Before we climbed inside, I pulled Horace aside from the others.

"Why the all-of-a-sudden change of heart, H?" I asked him suspiciously.

He shrugged and said that he saw how much Phillip seemed to enjoy it the day before. I wasn't totally satisfied with his answer, but accepted it for the time being. I told the driver to return us to the fifth complex of 'grounds' and he knew what I meant.

A different leader greeted us as we entered the structure. He eyed Adam especially close and we followed him up the stairs. As we got to the room for 'late termers', as he called them, Adam wanted to join those already in the room, and I nodded that he could.

"Could we see the fifth floor again, sir?" Karl asked. A tent was forming in his pants again.

The new leader, Stytle, smiled and nodded to him. I was beginning to think that Karl was going there for ideas to try out on Adam later. I wasn't too off the mark with that thought. It turned out later on, it was for his sister he was storing up information. More on that at another time.

Anyway, we rounded the turn at the top of the flight of stairs leading to the fifth floor and the boys almost ran ahead of me and Stytle. The leader and I smiled at each other and walked up behind them enjoying a scene with what looked like a nine-year-old with flaming red hair taking a real beating from his adult breeder. He was strapped to the wall similar to the breeder the day before. The only difference I saw was that the boy's dick was pointed straight to the ground by the cable and his balls were being pulled down and backward just as painfully. A large buttplug had been inserted into his anus, also.

The boy's butt, upper legs, and lower back were already a very dark red, but he was crying for more from the cane. I saw two broken canes on the floor and looked to Stytle in mild shock.

"That's pretty much normal around here. We usually go through about twenty of those a day." Now that did surprise me. "Of course no permanent damage will ever be done to a breeder, but they do seem to like it a lot."

We continued to watch the show as the boy took even more from the abusive third cane. A nasty crack was heard and that cane was also broken, but the boy shuddered through what appeared to be another orgasm. It didn't appear to be his first of the session, as his whole body was drenched in sweat. The caning breeder gave him a drink to replenish what was spent and while we were still watching, he lined up behind the boy and continued the assault with yet another cane.

"May I have a room, sir?" Phillip asked Stytle. I was a little shocked after the previous day's events, but the adult nodded to him and we walked down the same hall to another room. Another adult breeder was reading his screen when we walked inside and introduced himself as Tyke'.

The two shook hands, and Stytle led us from the room so Phillip could enjoy another bondage session with yet another adult. When we left the room, Stytle turned to us and addressed Karl, the one whose pants were tenting outward.

"Would you like a room, Karl?" Stytle asked the boy, pointing to the tent in his pants.

"Yes Sir, but I don't want to take it. I want to give it to someone."

"Is that okay with you?" Stytle asked me.

"It's okay with me if it is with you, Stytle," I said, nodding to him.

We headed upstairs to the next floor, where Stytle said that this floor was designed for young breeders to have fun with each other. No adults were permitted to join in on the sessions. Stytle ushered us to a room with a young breeder of about six years old. His belly was protruding just a bit, telling us of his condition.

"Karl, this is Efan, and back," Stytle said to both boys and they shook hands.

The differences were apparent between the two boys. Karl was heavier, older and his hair was slightly darker. The younger lad took him for another breeder, as the skin color was close enough to make the mistake. Stytle lead us out of the room to give them their space. Horace and I watched the show together while Stytle ran a quick errand. I stood behind the boy and wrapped my arms around him just below the neck and he returned the gesture by placing his hands on the forearm on top.

He explained that even though it's not unusual to have more than two breeders in a room, most prefer the one-on-one intimacy. We watched as Karl took charge of the proceedings right from the start. He began the session by applying a blindfold to his eyes and a studded ball gag to his mouth.

Efan's wrists were wrapped with the same metal cuffs we saw the previous day. But Karl put straps on the younger boy's arms just above the elbows and linked the cuffs to them behind his back. Another strap was wound around both of his forearms to secure them even more tightly.

Karl placed a collar around the six-year-old's neck made of a shiny metal, and tightened it down, but not tight enough to cut off air supply, of course. The boy was led to face the wall, where Karl pulled the cord down and linked it to the strap around Efan's forearms. It was pulled up, causing Efan to bend over at the waist. The youngster's arms were pulled upward enough to pull him off his feet and leave him hanging. Another cable was attached to the collar and the slack was taken out of that as well. Karl knew what he wanted to do to the lad; that was evident.

Efan's feet were spread apart and tied to the floor via ankle restraints and two more cables. Karl took the lad's balls and gave them a welcoming squeeze and pull. Efan groaned in both pain and ecstasy. The chute was added and his gonads were pulled down to the pulley, effectively putting them in considerable pain.

To the boy's cock, he wrapped a free strap around the head and cinched it to the collar around Efan's neck. I was hoping he remembered not to play with or torture Efan's nipples, and he seemed to, because he left them alone. The rest of the boy's body was open for harassment, though.

"He does seem to be enjoying himself; doesn't he?" Horace commented.

"Which one?"

"Both," he said, and then added, "I think."

I chuckled. If Efan's cock had not been so stiff, I would be worried for him and the amount of torture Karl was about to unleash. But as it was as stiff as a board, I wasn't worried. A buttplug was inserted into the boy before Karl went to the next phase.

Horace and I watched as Karl took up the paddle first and delivered a resounding swat to the youngster's upturned ass. With each vicious swing, the paddle connected with the buttplug. Karl delivered thirty swats to the youngster's buttocks before grabbing a cane for the next round. Thirty more were delivered to him with the cane also. I watched the boy cum at least twice with each instrument, even though his cock or balls were never touched.

"What's going on, Master?" It was Adam waddling up to us from the top of the stairs. I motioned for him to join us and he saw his friend begin whipping Efan with a long bullwhip. "Ouch," he said, squinting at the sight.

"You didn't seem to mind," Horace interjected.

"He has a point, Adam," I told him.

Adam shrugged and asked where Phillip was, and I told him one flight down with an adult breeder. The three of us now watched as Karl continued to rain down lash after lash upon the helpless child's backside. We saw him shudder through another four orgasms before Karl let up on him. By the time he was finishing up with the young breeder, Phillip and Stytle were joining us at the window.

He untied Efan and the youngster dropped to the ground, exhausted. Karl helped him ingest the pill and helped him to his feet. The two hugged like they were old friends then separated. Karl joined us and Efan sat down to relax for a spell.

"The top three floors are for breeding purposes," Stytle said as we mounted the stairs again.

We skipped the next floor and headed up to the levels he was talking about. On the eighth floor, we came to a long room with the same half-wall, half-glass. It was open and the most bizarre sight assaulted our eyes. There was a row of sawhorses on the side of the room closest to the outside windows. The room across the hall was also set up the same way. I counted twenty sawhorses to each room.

Each sawhorse bore a child about the age of six or seven tied to it by the ankles and wrists. The children's cocks were fed into a hole in the horse and stretched downward by a pulley. I asked why the dicks were being pulled so extremely.

"It helps with opening the birthing valve in the esophagus, as well as heightens sexual pleasure in the ones being bred," Stytle answered.

We watched as each child was being force-fed a cock by a different adult breeder.

"Do any boys get bred away from 'The Grounds'?" I asked him while we watched.

"Oh, certainly, but here, it's more enjoyable for everyone. And that's including the one's being bred."

As each of the older breeders finished inside the younger one's mouths, I expected them to be untied. Such was not the case. Each young breeder was given at least three mouthfuls of cum before being let up. Stytle explained that even though everything might work properly, many times it takes at least ten rounds of cum-swallowing before they become impregnated.

"It only took once with me," Adam said, looking over his belly and to the floor. I reached over and hugged him closely.

"Well, that is unusual, but not unheard of, Adam," he said ruffling his blond hair a little.

We toured the other two floors, finding the same scene as on the first breeding floor. On the top floor, though, were older breeders on the sawhorses. Most of them were about twelve to thirteen years old. Stytle explained that this was probably their last chance at childbearing before changing into adulthood.

Chapter Sixteen
Adam's Decision

"Birthing rooms are down two flights if you wish to see the finishing stage," the doctor offered. I looked to Adam and he nodded.

So we headed downstairs to the indicated floor. Even the other boys were interested in seeing the finished product, so to speak. We got there, and what must have been a nurse, took us to a viewing room outside of the delivery room. As we walked in the room, we heard a scream of pain coming from the room on the other side of the window.

What we saw, was a nude boy in the throws of delivery, but he wasn't in the position I had expected. The young Atlantean was lying on a bench with a hole cut out for his belly to fit through as he was lying on his stomach. His feet were hanging down off the bench and were in stirrups, for lack of a better term. He gripped a set of handles below the bench and bellowed out in pain as another contraction took him over.

From our vantage point, I could see down and between his legs. His cock was fit in a hole under the bench, and it looked to be squeezing the small digit. His balls hung free unhindered.

The boy was only about seven or eight years old and in some extreme pain. Tears were rolling down his red face and another wave overtook him and he yelled again.

"You're doing very well, Crag," one of the men in the room told him while wiping his face of sweat and tears. The boy smiled back, but only complementary. Yet another wave of pain hit him and he yelled again and gripped the handles even harder.

We watched as a small mound of flesh began inching its way out of the boy's rectum, as the baby was making its presence known to the world. One of the techs grabbed the boy's balls and squeezed them. The boy bucked his hips and arched his back in pain, but more of the head came through the passageway. He squeezed the almond-sized nuts and the mound became even more predominate and we saw more of the head.

"Why are his nuts being squeezed?" I asked the Atlantean nurse.

"The pain helps push the offspring's head through the passageway. And the tube squeezing his penis allows a little pleasure for him. He will experience at least one orgasm while on that table."

Several agonizing minutes later, and the mound became a head and we saw the face pass through the barrier. The boy's body shook in orgasm as the largest of the body parts was through his body. As the rest of the child was pulled out of his body, the boy flopped back down to the bench after passing something as large as a softball through his anus, he needed a respite. His young body did shake a little from coming down from his orgasm, but I was sure that he was happier that the first kid was out of him.

The first baby was a breeder, as hair covered his small head. I also noticed that there was no afterbirth, and the baby was only about two or three pounds. Concerned about the small size of the child, I asked the nurse.

"We have a pod set up to care for the offspring while he continues to grow. As far as any 'afterbirth', I don't know what you mean." He wasn't being sarcastic; he just didn't know how we did things.

Another scream from the room brought us back to the boy in labor. The second child was emerging from its womb, as the process was repeated. My sympathies were with the boy as more pain wracked his young body, but a second and possibly a third climax also assaulted his young frame. The second child was removed in the same manner as the first. Fluid was drained from his lungs and he began breathing on his own while the man cleaned him off.

Some blood, actually a lot of blood, was covering the boy's butt and legs. The doctors wiped him off and gave him a solution to drink, as well as a pill to swallow, while he recovered. As most of his energy was spent, they had to help him turn over and see his children for the first time. From there, it was like our women when they see their children for the first time.

"Okay, that's it. I don't want to do this anymore," Adam said, and ran from the viewing room. I ran after him, leaving the other three boys behind. I reached him as he was turning the corner of the hallway. Being almost fully pregnant made him incredibly slow at running.

"Adam," I said as I turned him around to see me, "you can't back out of this now. It's too late."

"I'm scared, Master," he almost yelled. He was trembling, shaking, crying, and hopping up and down on the balls of his feet. I didn't doubt his statement. The boy was terrified at what he was going to go through in a couple of months. I guess ignorance really is bliss.

"We should never have come here, Adam," I told him. He had just come to grips with his situation and to tolerate being pregnant. Seeing what he just saw reinstituted those early fears he had. I reached for him and hugged him close while he grabbed onto me like a life preserver.

We stayed like that for what seemed like hours before the other three boys and the nurse came looking for us.

"Is everything okay, sir?" the nurse asked.

I pulled apart from Adam to look him in the eye, and he nodded. I dried his tears and nodded to the others that everything was going to be fine. We left the area with a very troubled little boy on our hands. The five of us ate dinner and headed to our rooms. Phillip, Horace, and Karl wanted to go to The Breeding Grounds again, and I checked with our guide, and he said that they were open all night.

"Okay, you may go, but return no later than midnight, guys." They cheered like they were let loose on Disneyworld, or something. "And guys," they stopped cheering at my tone, "don't do something you'll regret later." That went in one ear and out the other.

The three boys left with our guide and I retired to my room for some peace and quiet. Until Adam walked in, that is.

"Master?" he said from the doorway. Apparently he had brought his metal collar, because he was wearing it around his neck, and nothing else.

His body was getting large with the two boys inside him and his eyes were definitely red, but he was willing to have a little fun. We had to be careful, of course, but I figured, why not? I nodded to him and he walked to the bedside and put his hands on it, sticking his butt out in the traditional 'punishment pose'. Without bothering anything else, I took my belt out of my suitcase and stood behind him.

SWAT! "Uh, one, Master," he grunted. And so it began.

His dick got harder than when he first walked in the doorway and he inched his right hand downward to it.

"Touch it, and I'll double it, slave," I told him. I didn't think that it would stop him, and it didn't. He grabbed his hard dick and began stroking while the belt continued to slap his ass. Well, if he was going to enjoy it, then he was going to enjoy it fully. "Squeeze your balls, slave."

With a smile crossing his lips, he reached down further under his swollen belly and grabbed his almond nutsack and squeezed hard as the eleventh swat landed. After the next three landed, his body shook in the throws of orgasmic pleasure. But that realization was not stopping me from completing the full measure with the belt. He still had about twenty-five to go.

The next six landed in quick succession, sending him into another round of pleasure. We were half way through, now. The next one struck just below the curve of his widened ass, landing more on his legs than his butt. He slid his legs open a bit and allowed me to continue assaulting him. I saw him move and knew what he wanted. Another swat doubled the last one, but his hand had moved away from his balls, and the belt connected with them.

"Twenty-two, Master," he hissed out.

Undaunted by the redness of his skin, I belted him again in the same place. The belt made contact just where it did previously and an angrier red welt was forming along the bottom of his balls. I wanted to see just how far I could push this, so I moved around to stand directly behind the boy.

"Move your legs out further, slave," I commanded and he obeyed.

With his legs now out of the way, the twenty-fourth lick landed square on his balls as I swung upwards with the belt. His head and back arched up and he bellowed out the correct count in pain. His hand was on his cock again, and he was stroking it furiously as another one landed on top of the last swipe. The next five landed there also, sending him over the edge once more.

Ten more licks to go. For the next five, I came down with the belt across his ass, vertically, instead of going up with it. And the final ones were across his swollen balls again. He had two more orgasms before it was over with, but I wasn't through with the boy yet.

"Don't move," I warned. The whipping made my own cock hard as a rock and I took up a spot in front of him. "Open," I told him and he obeyed without question again. I inserted my hard-on down the tube of his throat. I felt him reach up and begin massaging my balls. I grabbed his hair and really began to fuck his mouth.

After having to wait for this while pummeling his backside with the belt, it didn't take me long to cum down his throat. I sat down on the bed after cumming, and he followed my cock with his mouth, swallowing every drop I gave him. With my softening cock still buried in his mouth, he reached around my hips and hugged me, pulling me in deeper into him.

I reached down and began rubbing his back and sides while he and I calmed down. I moved backwards, up the bed, and he followed me while still keeping his mouth around my dick. When I got to the head of the bed, I lay down and allowed him to continue to clean me off. When I was sure I was clean enough, I pulled him up to lie next to me while we drifted off to slumberland together.

The next morning we were woken up by three eleven year old boys running into the room, naked. I smiled at the sight of three preteen cocks bouncing along next to my bed. They wanted to visit the lobby's swimming pool before breakfast, and I didn't see any reason why not. I woke Adam up and we headed downstairs, the four of them nude and me with trunks on.

They swam and I enjoyed the site, and so did some curious Atlanteans sitting by the side. I think someone even dropped something as they were passing by us. They swam for about an hour or so then had breakfast.

The rest of that day was built around site seeing the capital city. We were tired when we returned to our rooms for the night. Phillip paid me a visit just as I was sliding down for a good night's rest and I got a little tail before dozing off.

Williams was convicted of attempted murder and poisoning by the council and was sentenced to death. Apparently, they don't have a long judicial system as we do. He was dead before we were to leave the city by the end of that week.

For some reason, Adam was moody the rest of that week. He seemed to be brooding a lot. For a while, I thought it might be Williams's trial and conviction, but his mood didn't change after it was over with. The rest of us tried to cheer him up, but failed miserably. I was coming to realize that he was thinking about a heavy decision.

The boys made several trips to The Breeding Grounds before we left the city. It was only on Friday evening that Horace joined in on any of it. Believe it or not, he was on a receiving end of it from another young breeder about his age.

We arrived at the fifth complex that night as normal and were greeted by Stytle again. We informed him that this would be our final time being here, and he nodded that he understood.

"Then I suppose we'd best take extra good care of you, eh?" he said, picking up on some of our lingo. The boys nodded and we headed upstairs.

Adam went to second floor with the rest of the people in his condition, and wished us well. Phillip was dropped off at the third floor with strict instructions to not get too beaten up by his adult breeder. Karl raced us up the next few flights of stairs to meet a waiting Efan all trussed up. His cock was even hard in anticipation of Karl's entrance.

Horace and I watched a few minutes as Stytle excused himself back downstairs for another guest. Karl was really getting into being the Dom of the relationship.

"Mr. Kyle?" Horace and Karl had started calling me that since we arrived here.

"Yes, H?"

"Can we go to see if there's a room somewhere?"

"You mean you and me together?" I was shocked.

"No sir, I mean get a room with another kid and me," he said, looking at the fun Karl was having with Efan.

"I think that can be arranged, H, but why the change of heart all of a sudden?"

"Well, this is our last night here, sir, and no one here knows me, and the others won't say anything, so I figured, why not?"

"You're worried about what people are going to think about you back home. Aren't you?" He nodded. "Well, then come on. I think we can find one room to satisfy you in this entire place."

We went to the floor above and found a room being filled by a young boy about Horace's age. Horace was a little reluctant, but the other boy was quite confident in his role in things. The two were actually close to each other in appearance it was almost spooky. The only difference was the other boy had no freckles, and, by the look on his face, liked Horace's a lot.

"Hello," the young breeder stated, holding out his hand. Horace took it, still a little reluctant. "I'm Irishan," and Horace introduced himself as well.

"You okay?" he asked, noticing Horace's nervousness.

"Uh huh," he said, "just a little nervous; that's all."

"You must have been bred by now, H," he said, casually, and Horace shook his head. "No? Really?" Irishan was excited at the prospect of a new person with him.

It was funny, really. Normally, Horace was the undesignated leader of the group. Now, he was being sort of outclassed by Irishan. I had to sort of prod Horace along to go in the room with the expert.

"I'll be right here, Horace. Go and enjoy yourself." He didn't go immediately, but with Irishan pulling him, he walked into the room.

"Don't worry, H. Everything will be okay," Irishan said to him, still trying to convince him to lighten up a little and relax.

"It's not you I'm worried about, Irishan," he said with a fleeting smile.

"Then what?"

"When I go back to the surface," he started, but never finished his sentence. Irishan took over and badgered him about what life was like above the water. It was some time before Horace took the conversation back to why they were there in that room. Irishan didn't flinch, but leaned forward and kissed him square on the mouth.

Horace was shocked by the move at first, but relaxed into the more experienced boy's probing tongue. Irishan removed Horace's shirt skillfully, and just as skillfully, pinned his arms behind his back while his lips pressed against Horace's. With the skill taught to him by at least five years of experience, the Atlantean tied Horace's wrists together without breaking the kiss. As the scene played out before my eyes, I watched as the freckled boy gave in to his partner.

A collar was placed around Horace's neck and he was led away from the middle of the room to the side wall. Another rope was tied around Horace's upper arms, forcing his chest out and making sure his arms were pinned behind him. Irishan then undid the rope around his wrists and retied them in front of his body. Even his fingers were tied up.

The cord coming down from the ceiling was linked to the back of the collar around Horace's neck, keeping him in an upright position. Irishan reached around and undid his victim's jeans and pulled them down his legs. Shoes and socks were taken off and his pants were slipped off as well. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of Horace's undies and whispered in his ear.

"Are you ready for this?" He asked and Horace nodded; not that the boy had any other choice in the matter. I got the feeling that Irishan would proceed even if Horace shook his head. With the confirmation being given, the practiced one of the two yanked the garment down and off his legs.

Irishan spread Horace's legs apart to be tied to two eyebolts in the floor. As he grabbed Horace's balls and began to pull downward, I butted in before it went too far.

"Uh, Irishan, remember, this is his first time. So, go easy on him, or you'll be dealing with me." It was a warning, but he took it as an invitation.

"Why don't you join us?" he asked with a sly smile.

I did think the idea had merit, and Horace was in no position to argue. So, I shed the clothes from my body while Irishan continued to make it more impossible for Horace to move at all. When I was finished undressing, Irishan saw that I had some body hair and was fascinated by it. It didn't register with me until right then that all Atlanteans were without hair, totally. Except breeders getting hair on their heads, all of them were totally bald.

He began running his hands over my chest, totally captivated by the sensation. I heard a grunt from Horace and we turned back to him. We had totally forgotten the boy. Irishan had put a studded ball gag in his mouth (and yes, I did pick one up before I left), so he was unable to get our attention any other way.

Irishan tore himself away from me and we returned to our prisoner. Horace's balls were being pulled downward in the usual Atlantean manner and his cock was tied to the collar also. I walked in front of him and rubbed his nipples to get them hard. I pointed out a couple of small clips to Irishan and he got them for me. He explained that they were supposed to be used for his balls later. I told him of a different idea.

Once each of them was mounted to Horace's nips, he screamed into the ball gag as loud as I have ever heard a scream. Irishan kept rubbing his chest, getting the idea of them out of his mind. I motioned for the paddle next and he got that idea just fine.

"Not too hard, Irishan," I told him, and he nodded.

While the young breeder smacked Horace, I rubbed my hand along the length of his cock, allowing him to feel everything. As he got close to cumming, I would stop stroking; frustrating the boy even more. His hands were tied too far up his body to reach the hardened member, not that he tried. I resumed stroking as the count rounded over fifteen, and just as the final twentieth one landed, I allowed Horace to climax.

I untied his hands and unclicked his collar from the cable above him to let him collapse. I told Irishan that it takes a little longer for our young people to recover than his. He understood and offered his backside to me while we were waiting for Horace to recover from his ordeal. All he did was walk up to me and turn around and face away. I got the message.

I bent him over at the waist, and guided my stiff prick inside his warm anal passage. It was like entering Adam again, though Adam was a little bit tighter. Irishan squeezed his buttcheeks tighter to grip me better. He reached down and grabbed his ankles while I gripped his hips tighter to fuck him properly. I pounded into him like I do with Adam after a few fucks and he took it in stride. I think even Adam might have had a problem with what I was doing to the young breeder, but he wanted it even harder.

I pushed him to the floor and began ramming my cock into his ass without caring about the damage I was inflicting upon him. As I continued to corn hole him, Horace untied the rest of his bonds and walked around to kneel in front of Irishan. The breeder opened his mouth to accept Horace's restiffened cock. Horace and I reamed the boy from both ends until we came inside him, and the three of us collapsed to the floor, exhausted.

Horace pulled his cock from Irishan's mouth and lay beside us while we recovered. A few minutes later, Adam waddled in.

"Having fun, Master Kyle?" he asked, with a slight grin.

The three of us sat up and got dressed. I was reluctant to leave this place. After all, where else in the world are you encouraged to fuck a young kid in the ass? We left Irishan after hugging him and saying our good-byes. We picked up Karl as he was finishing thrashing a second Atlantean's buttocks. Both boys looked worked over. Sweat was running down Karl's face as if he had run a marathon. Efan and the other young one were just as worn out as well as marked up across their backsides.

Phillip was just getting dressed after his session with Tagger. He hugged the boy and told him he would miss him terribly. We said good-bye and left the complex for our final time. We arrived at our rooms and said good night to each other. Adam looked like he was losing his best friend.

"Adam," I called to him before he went to his room.

"Yes, Master?"

"Come here, please. I would like to talk to you for a minute." He nodded and followed me into my room. I sat at the edge of my bed and pulled him to me.

"Is something wrong? You look like you've just lost your best friend." He shrugged and looked down at the floor (he couldn't see his feet). "You know that's not an answer. What's wrong?"

With tears welling up in his eyes, he struggled with what he was about to tell me. I gave him the time he needed to tell me. He kept shifting his weight from one foot to the other, like kids do when they've been caught doing something wrong. Finally, he blurted it out.

"I don't wanna go, Master."

"I had a feeling that was what was bothering you," I said with a smile. "You're thinking about what's happened over the past few days as well as your pregnancy." He nodded. "Well, let me think about it over the night and we can discuss it in the morning."

"But Master, there's nothing to discuss, remember? You own me. I know what that means. It means for the next several years, I can't leave you." He was now crying steadily. To say that I was not affected by his crying would have been lying. I, too, was getting a little choked up about this. "Besides, Master, I love you. But I love being here also."

I pulled him into a heartfelt embrace and he hugged me back. I let him stay with me that night, and he cried himself to sleep worrying about his situation. I have to say, I was also contemplating the problem.

The next morning came too soon for me. I wasn't ready for it. Nor was I ready to tell Adam my decision. The other three came to the room and all of us headed downstairs for breakfast. It wasn't exactly a festive meal, but we made the best of it. All five of us were very reluctant to return to the surface. Even Horace; his attitude being much better than what it was at the beginning of the week.

As we were leaving, Premier Shall walked up to us to bid us farewell. He rode with us to the turret and walked us up to the shelf as we left. When we were about to board the sub to leave, a voice at the back stopped us.

"Master, may I stay here?" Adam quietly asked. It was the test I was waited for. If he didn't ask, I would never bring it up, but as he did ask; it was time to talk.

"It's your decision, Adam," I told him as I knelt down in front of him. "If you stay, I release you from your contract of sale right now. You owe me nothing more."

"But Master," he began again and the tears stopped him from finishing. I hugged him once again and unlocked the leather collar around his neck.

"He will be well taken care of, Mr. Henderson, and he will be accepted," Shall stated with a little emotion in his voice as well. "You don't need to worry about that." I nodded to him and turned back to Adam. He sniffed his nose and turned to his friends. Each of them gave a tearful farewell before each of them turned to walk on the sub. I was last to see him and board the boat.

"You be careful, Adam," I told him and hugged him again.

"I will Master Kyle. I will miss you and thank you for everything you've done for me. I love you, Sir," he said, still crying his heart out.

"I love you too, Adam," I said and turned my back as Shall walked up and put his arms around the boy. I couldn't turn back around; it would do me in.

As they took the four of us back up to the surface, I thought about Adam and the choice he made. He was right in his decision. He was finally home.

The End