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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Original_Work
  Relationship:
      Original_Male_Character/Original_Male_Character, original_male_character/
      original_dog_character
  Additional Tags:
      Bestiality, Underage_Sex, Sexual_Slavery, Non-Sexual_Slavery, Mpreg,
      Knotting, Alternate_Universe_-_Slavery, Interspecies_Sex, Rape/Non-con
      Elements, Mentioned_violence, Male_Lactation, Pregnant_Sex, Fisting
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      Published: 2016-11-01 Completed: 2016-11-29 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 6648
****** Progeny ******
by Udunie
Summary
     Rainer wasn’t looking to buy, exactly, he just liked to browse the
     slaves. If there was something good about the war they waged on the
     rest of the world it was the human merchandise.
     There were some people who opposed the import of slaves from
     conquered territories, and even though Rainer wasn’t completely on
     board, he understood the practicality. Not to mention that slaves
     were status symbols; allowing those who could afford having
     outrageously huge families to brag about their part in the
     repopulation effort.
     Before the war the best business deals were made on the golf course,
     and now slave warehouses served the same purpose. It was all about
     the networking.
Notes
     Hello, lovelies! First of all, thank you for the lovely
     obsessed_reader for commissioning me, and for Emma who is the best
     cheerreader I could ever ask for!
     WARNING: THIS FIC CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEX WITH A TEEN BOY!
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
 Rainer wasn’t looking to buy, exactly, he just liked to browse the slaves. If
there was something good about the war they waged on the rest of the world it
was the human merchandise.
There were some people who opposed the import of slaves from conquered
territories, and even though Rainer wasn’t completely on board, he understood
the practicality. Not to mention that slaves were status symbols; allowing
those who could afford having outrageously huge families to brag about their
part in the repopulation effort.
Before the war the best business deals were made on the golf course, and now
slave warehouses served the same purpose. It was all about the networking.
“Rainer King! Long time no see!” said someone from behind him.
Ah.
“Logan, hello. Didn’t think I would bump into you here,” he said, greeting the
small, portly man. Logan was in the weapons business - lucrative nowadays - but
he didn’t usually come to places like this, not wanting to pile on to the
warmongering image by buying spoils.
“Yes, yes, I know. But well, after what I heard, I couldn’t stay away, could
I?” Logan told him with a smarmy smile, making Rainer raise an eyebrow.
“And what would that be?”
Logan looked around like he was worried someone might overhear him, even though
Rainer knew for a fact that the guy was an incorrigible gossip.
“Well, Senator Gustaff’s son was here two days ago with some of his lackeys,”
he whispered. Well, that explained the careful tone. The Senator was one of the
most prominent political figures. Rumor had it he was planning to run for
president on the next election. His son was… rather distasteful. The kind of
spoiled rich boy who should have been in jail twice over for all the unpleasant
business his daddy swept under the rug for him.
“Was he, now?” That was interesting. Rainer wouldn’t have admitted it publicly
- he wasn’t insane - but he had a little personal vendetta against the
Gustaffs. Half of the elite did if he had to be honest.
“Yes, and they took a few of the new slaves to a backroom to try them out - as
one would - except they didn’t behave like gentleman at all,” Logan said, his
mouth pulled into a frown.
“Apparently three of the boys were beaten to death, and the fourth one has
probably died since then, too.”
Rainer shook his head. Typical. The Gustaffs thought they could get away with
anything. Sadistic bastards, all of them. Not like slaves had any rights, but
that didn’t mean killing them was okay. You didn’t a kill a dog for fun either,
just because it couldn’t vote.
“I would like to say I’m surprised,” Rainer said, the ‘but I’m not’ hanging
between them. Logan nodded, eyes moving around the room, probably already
searching for someone else he could tell the news to.
“Indeed, indeed. Now if you'll excuse me, my friend. I think I just saw the
vice mayor…”
Rainer let him go, wandering around a bit more. The half-naked slaves weren’t
hard on the eyes, but he couldn’t spot anything interesting. He couldn’t stop
thinking about what Logan told him. Before the idea could even fully form, he
walked up to one of the floor managers, taking two hundred bills from his
wallet.
“I heard you had a bit of trouble recently,” he said, sliding the money into
the woman’s hand. She licked her lips and then nodded.
“That we did, sir,” she said. “Nasty business. With our best stock too.”
Rainer hummed, making himself look empathic. He didn’t care that much, but he
could act like it if he wanted.
“Yes, that’s what I heard. All those boys dead, what a waste...” he said,
dragging out the end of the sentence, he didn’t have to wait long.
“Well, not all of them. One is still kicking, though I don’t know for how
long.”
Rainer smiled.
“Is that so? Is there any chance I could have a look at him?”
The woman shifted, and Rainer gave her another hundred, just for good measure.
“Alright, alright. Come with me,” she said, leading him through a door with a
sign proclaiming it ‘Employees Only’.
Contrary to popular belief, slave houses were not that dreadful. The vendors
had every intention of keeping their merchandise reasonably healthy. Yes, they
weren’t luxurious, but Rainer was pretty sure there were free people living
with less comfort.
The infirmary was in the basement, and except for one bed it was completely
empty. The boy lying in it - around mid teens - was asleep. He must have been
good looking, but now his face was completely covered in black and blue
bruises, both of his eyes were swollen shut and his lower lip was split. Rainer
didn’t investigate, but he had a feeling that the rest of him under the covers
wasn’t looking much better either.
“Will he recover?” he asked. The woman shrugged beside him.
“I have no idea. The medic said he has internal bleeding somewhere. The boss
hasn’t yet decided if he wants to pay for his care… It’s not like we can sell
him with a profit any time soon.”
Rainer nodded his understanding. Business was business.
Still.
He noticed the pink tag on the boy’s collar. Oh, a male breeder to top it off.
No wonder the slave trader was pissed. Those cost a fortune.
He couldn’t help thinking about Gustaff junior’s face if he ever saw this boy
healthy and whole again. On the arms of one of his father’s enemies,
nonetheless.
Rainer usually wasn’t one to throw money out the window, but just this once he
wanted to take a gamble.
He pulled out a business card from his inside pocket and handed it over to her.
“Keep him alive and send me the bill. I will pick him up when he’s in proper
condition.”
 
***
 
It was a month later when his phone rang, just after he arrived home and was
ready to kick back with a drink. He didn’t recognize the number and for a
second considered just letting it go to voicemail, but well. Rainer did
business with important people - some of whom could have important problems.
“Rainer King.”
“Ah, Mr. King, hello! This is Theodore Edison from Edison's Trading. I hope I’m
not finding you at a bad time, but I’m calling about he slave you’ve booked a
few weeks ago,” said a voice sounding way too cheerful.
Rainer almost forgot about that.
“Ah, yes. He’s alive then?”
Edison giggled.
“Yes, yes he is! Perfect condition, thanks to your generous help. I have
emailed you the bill and you can pick him up tomorrow.”
Rainer already knew he would get a headache from that bill, but then again -
annoying the Gustaffs? That was worth every last dime.
“Very well. I’m busy tomorrow, but I will send someone to pick him up,” he
said. They exchanged some pleasantries and then hang up.
Huh. And what should he do with a slave? Well, the partners had been on his
case lately about not making enough of an effort for the whole repopulation
program, maybe it was time he got on that. And what was a better way to do it
then with the help of a rare, obscenely expensive pleasure slave?
 
***
 
His schaufer delivered the boy the next night.
He was a pretty thing - almost surprisingly so - after that cruel beating
Rainer expected there to be some permanent disfigurement.
He waved Harrison out the door, leaving him alone with the slave. The boy
looked scared and uncomfortable, standing there in the middle of his living
room, dressed in nothing but a flimsy skirt that all breeders wore.
“What’s your name?” Rainer asked him, as he poured a drink. He hoped the boy
spoke the language, not like he expected him to turn out to be an excellent
conversationalist.
“Xavier… master,” the boy told him with a thick accent he couldn’t place.
Volga - his prized Great Dane got up from his spot in front of the couch and
went to investigate, making the boy stiffen. He didn’t need to, the dog had a
wonderfully calm nature and top notch training.
The sight of Volga sniffing under the boy’s skirt made him pause. Rainer sat
down, watching the scene. He was a master of two creatures now, he might as
well enjoy it.
“You know why you are here, Xavier?” he asked, looking on with amusement as the
boy tried to hold the hem of his skirt in place while Volga nosed at his groin.
“To… to serve you?”
Oh, that was just lovely. Rainer haven’t owned a slave before. Sure, his family
had some domestic ones back home, but he never had his own. He had to admit
that there was some charm in a pretty, fair-skinned little thing like this one
talking about serving him.
“And are you scared?”
Xavier stilled, looking at him with his big, hazel eyes, obviously wondering
what the right answer was. Rainer smiled.
“I mean, after what happened to you, I imagine you don’t have much faith left
in humanity.”
The boy bit his lip, not answering, but Rainer could see a flash of… something
in his eyes. Defiance, maybe? He didn’t know what it was, but he knew that he
liked it.
“Come here.”
Xavier did. Rainer noticed that his slim legs were shaved. There was a faint
scar on his abdomen - where he needed surgery to stop his internal bleeding -
but other than that he was a real beauty. He stopped between Rainer’s knees,
face flushed and eyes downcast.
“Let’s make a deal,” he told the boy, taking one of his hands into his own.
“I want you to give me a son.”
Xavier nodded. He probably expected a request like that, being a male breeder.
From what Rainer remembered, where the boy was from, his kind were only second
class citizens, considered to be abominations of nature.
“It’s not that simple, though,” he said, making Xavier finally look at him. “I
forwarded your medical records to my doctor, because I didn’t quite believe Mr.
Edison’s claims about your health…”
The boy frowned. It looked like he hadn’t been told about it, which was
unfortunate, but only natural. A slave couldn’t lie to his master, so the
trader must have left him intentionally unaware.
“And,” Rainer continued, “I’ve been told that there is a slight chance you
won’t be able to carry a child to term after what happened.”
Xavier paled, his palm growing clammy in Rainer’s hand. He didn’t want to scare
the boy quite this much, but he guessed it would help him swallow the pill
better.
“So, as I wouldn’t want to waste the resources on something that might end up
in a disaster, I want you to have Volga’s pups first. As a… test drive, if you
will,” he explained, motioning towards the dog who was back to lazing around in
his favorite spot.
Xavier started shaking and made a little sound in the back of his throat. But
Rainer noticed that he didn’t try to jerk away or protest.
It was possible, biologically. Male breeders were funny like that; actually in
the old times carrying a litter was their rite of passage, their proof of
fertility. Of course - except for the most barbaric parts of the globe - that
wasn’t a surviving custome anymore, but Rainer wasn’t afraid to reach for the
classics when need be.
He stroked his thumb over the back of Xavier’s hand.
“You know… I could just order you to do it, and you would have no say in the
matter,” he said with a smile, watching as the boy’s eyes filled with tears,
though he still didn’t look repulsed. “But as I said, instead, I want to make a
deal with you.”
Xavier frowned at him in confusion, fingers twitching.
“Have Volga’s pups, then give me a son… and if you succeed, I will bring the
men who did this to their knees,” he said, running the tip of his index finger
over the pink scar on the boy’s belly.
There was that flash of emotion again and Xavier squeezed his hand.
“Deal.”
 
***
 
Rainer wasn’t uncouth enough to make Xavier do it right then and there. To be
honest, he planned to enjoy the spectacle of Volga taking a human bitch, but in
order to do that, the boy needed to be a bit more relaxed, and what might be
more relaxing than a good meal?
He ordered a late dinner from the restaurant below - they weren’t foolish
enough to deny him, considering that he owned the building - and they ate it in
the kitchen like civilized people. That didn’t mean Rainer couldn’t have a
little fun.
“Volga, sit,” he said, when the dog was beside the boy’s chair, and the animal
obeyed, looking up at the table with as good an impression of puppy eyes as a
dog his size could manage. Xavier was obviously twitchy about it, glancing at
Volga again and again, but he didn’t even shift away. Well, well well…
“Do you like dogs?” Rainer asked conversationally as he watched the boy eat. He
already had dinner with some business associates, so he was only picking on his
food.
Xavier’s eyes cut over to him, but he averted them just as fast.
“Yes, Master,” he admitted, barely audible. It still made Rainer smile.
“You don’t seem completely repulsed by the idea of… Volga.”
Xavier turned bright red, the cutlery shaking in his hands, but he stayed
silent and that was answer enough. Sure, Rainer heard how some people believed
that male breeders were more prone to enjoy bestiality, but until now he
chalked it up to bullshit. Maybe that wasn’t the case after all.
He hummed under his breath.
“There’s nothing to be ashamed of. I’m sure you two will have fun; he seems
completely taken with you,” he said. And just like he understood the words, the
dog decided to lay his large head on the boy’s thighs. Xavier sucked in a
breath, but didn’t even try to dislodge the animal.
“Go on, give him a bit too, he will need his strength,” Rainer advised,
watching the boy swallow thickly before taking a piece of steak and offering it
to Volga.
The dog ate it in one bite and then proceeded to lick Xavier’s fingers clean.
Rainer didn’t miss the way the boy shivered at the contact.
Rainer wiped his hands on his napkin and stood.
“Alright, come with me,” he said, leaving without looking back. He had no doubt
that both of them followed.
His bedroom was large and spacious, and he couldn’t help smirking a little when
Xavier stopped in the doorway, mouth hanging open.
“Come here, Xavier,” he said when the boy’s focus finally snapped back to him.
The boy came closer warily, but his eyes still fell closed when Rainer cupped
the delicate line of his jaw. He stole a chaste kiss and leaned to the boy’s
ear.
“Be good and make this good for both me and Volga, little one. I want to see
you speared on his big dog-cock.”
Xavier moaned, whole body heating up with his flush, and Rainer became surer
than ever that he made the right decision when he bought the boy.
He left him standing there and got comfortable in the big, plush armchair in
the corner.
“Take off your skirt and kneel down,” he instructed, waving Volga over and
petting him as they watched Xavier obey.
“What do you say, boy? You like what you see?” he asked the dog, and Volga
licked his mouth, making him laugh.
Xavier looked even more delectable naked - Rainer had to shift in his seat to
get a little more room in his pants.
The boy seemed nervous, but he knew it would evaporate as soon as someone was
fucking him hard enough.
“Get on your hands and knees and crawl over.”
Xavier bit his lip, cheeks adorably pink but did as he was told. Volga’s tail
thumped against the floor. When he got between his knees, Rainer patted his
head, just like he did for the dog a few seconds ago. From the way his pupils
dilated, the boy didn’t miss that either.
Volga - like he knew what was about to happen - got on his feet and started
licking at Xavier’s face, making him gasp. He didn’t turn his head away though,
making Rainer’s cock twitch.
“That’s it. You two should get to know each-other a bit better, hm? Come on,
let him kiss you, little one.”
“Yes, Master,” Xavier breathed.
Rainer couldn’t help it, despite usually having great self-control, he had to
reach down and adjust himself as he watched them kiss. Xavier actually opened
his mouth and let the dog lick between his lips. He knew Volga was just chasing
the taste of the steak, but it didn’t make things look any less erotic.
“Are you getting wet, Xavier? Show me, how much Volga turns you on,” Rainer
told him, voice tinted with arousal.
The boy reached behind himself and moaned. When he brought his hand back there
was slick glistening on his fingers. Volga whined and started licking them
immediately, his huge, red cock slipping out of it’s sheath.
Rainer grabbed the boy and pulled him closer until his upper body was laying in
his lap, pert little ass in the air. That was all Volga needed and he was
already rounding Xavier, obviously eager to get more of his tasty juices.
The boy moaned against his stomach when the dog started licking at his hole.
Rainer ran his hand up and down his spine, enjoying the way it quivered under
his touch.
“Yeah, just like that. Volga is a gentleman, he will eat you out and get you
ready before he fucks you into oblivion...”
It didn’t take long for Xavier to become a mess, whole body twitching as he
whined and wiggled, trying to push his ass back on the dog’s tongue. Rainer’s
cock was so hard it hurt. They had to move on if he didn’t want to come in his
pants like a child.
“Alright, that’s enough,” he said roughly. “Volga! Up, boy! Come on,” he
ordered. The dog danced for a few confused seconds, whining and sniffing
between Xavier’s legs, making the boy jerk. But, when Rainer patted the boy’s
back in the universal signal of ‘up’ he finally got with the program.
Xavier made a sound like a wounded animal when Volga mounted him. Rainer was
there, holding him close and petting his hair as he watched the dog fucking the
air, his front legs hugging the boy close.
He was just wondering if he could reach that far to help him find Xavier’s
hole, but the next second the boy cried out, grasping at Rainer’s thighs for
purchase, and he knew he didn’t need to worry.
He never saw Volga fuck before, and he had to admit that it was a magnificent
sight. The dog cared about nothing; he rutted into his bitch fast and furious,
his powerful body working like a machine as he hammered forward, punching
broken little moans out of the boy.
Rainer couldn’t possibly take anymore.
He opened his zipper and pulled his cock out, slapping Xavier’s cheek with it.
“Come on, little one, show me how thankful you are,” he said.
The boy could barely lift his head, but he tried, wrapping his slack, spit-
slick lips around Rainer’s erection. It was sloppy and amateurish, but the
eagerness made up for it. Rainer closed his eyes, not sure how long he would
last if he kept looking at Xavier’s half-lidded eyes and the way his cheeks
hollowed as he sucked.
He fisted a hand in his silky hair, thrusting up into that warm, wet mouth and
just listened to the obscene sounds the boy’s hole made as Volga kept fucking
him, stirring up his juices.
He could tell when Volga’s knot stuck, because Xavier missed the rhythm and
choked on his cock, but the way his throat convulsed with it just took Rainer
closer to the edge.
“Shh, little one, it’s okay, he’s putting a big load into you, going to knock
you right up until you’re bursting with his pups,” he said. His words made the
boy moan, eyes rolling back,and the vibration of the sound was what finally
pushed him over the edge. He came like that, shooting his load deep into
Xavier’s throat.
Volga turned hopped off and turned around, the twist of his cock making the boy
whine even louder around Rainer’s softening cock. He pulled out, wiping a drop
of come from the corner of the boy’s mouth.
“That was lovely, little one. We are going to do this again and again, until
we’re sure it caught.”
Xavier didn’t reply just lay his head on his thigh and mouthed at the base of
his cock, fucked stupid.
 
***
 
That night, after Rainer got out of the shower he had to smile. Volga was
curled up on the end of his bed - like usual - except now the animal was
spooning his slave. Xavier had been pliant and soft after the nice fucking he
got. Even now his face had a slight flush to it and he clinged to Volga like
the dog was an overgrown teddy bear.
Rainer turned the lights off and got into bed, idly wondering if he would have
call his doctor or his vet to find out if the boy was pregnant.
Either way, he was going to enjoy it.
 
***** Chapter 2 *****
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 If he wanted to be completely honest, Rainer had been certain, that owning a
slave would be a lot more hassle… As it turned out it was just like getting
another dog.
For the first two weeks of Xavier’s stay, he was constantly on what Rainer
called ‘knot duty’. Anytime Volga showed even the smallest bit of interest, he
was required to get on all fours and services his handsome, canine husband.
It had been an experience; not only an erotic sight, but also an interesting
one. Rainer never would have thought a boy could be so happy to get fucked by a
great dane.
Not like Xavier would have ever admitted to enjoying himself, but he didn’t
exactly have to. Not when Rainer had the perfect view of his hard little
cocklet leaking to the hardwood floor every time Volga was balls deep in him
with his fat knot filling up his eager hole.
If they kept at it like that, Rainer had no doubt that the boy would be knocked
up before he could say ‘let me come’.
 
***
 
Xavier got his first bout of morning sickness about a week after his arrival.
At first Rainer had no idea what was wrong - what with being rudely woken up
before daybreak by the sound of retching from the bathroom - but he quickly
realized what was going on. He patted Volga’s head.
“Well, well, well… it looks like you are going to be a father, boy.”
They went to the vet that day to have everything confirmed. It wasn’t cheap,
what with the bloodwork and the ultrasound and all the other tests, but
completely worth it when the doctor told them that yes, Xavier was expecting a
healthy litter.
It was too soon to say how many pups there were, but it didn’t matter.
Rainer let him sit in his lap on the way home in the back of the town car and
stroked Xavier’s shaking back. The poor boy wasn’t crying exactly, but was
obviously overwhelmed by the news.
“Now all you have to do is carry them to term,” Rainer ordered. He had a
practical mind, and he was already thinking about how much he could get for a
puppy - considering Volga was a multiple show winner - and trying to figure out
if he was going to come out with some profit at the end.
“Y-yes, master,” Xavier said, voice tiny. Rainer carded his fingers through his
hair absentmindedly and hummed under his breath.
 
***
 
The night of the big news was calling for a celebration.
He waited until Xavier was finished in the bathroom before waving him over to
the bed. He cupped the boy’s cheek.
“Tell me, do you know what this means?” he asked, trying to catch his eyes.
Xavier was stubbornly looking at the floor, his gaze flicking over to where
Volga was already curled up at the feet of the mattress.
“No, master,” he admitted finally, making Rainer smile.
“Hm, is that so? I will tell you then: It means that considering your
condition, there’s no chance of my seed going to waste anymore,” he said.
Xavier shuddered, but it wasn’t repulsion - if the way his cocklet twitched was
any indication.
“Isn’t that great? You can finally assume the full range of your duties.”
The boy licked his lips and nodded hesitantly.
Until now, he only pleasured Rainer orally - it was a wonderful way to come
home and let out some steam - but from now on he would become an honest
pleasure slave.
He let his other hand wander; stroking down Xavier’s chest, across his flat
belly. He ignored the eager little prick just begging to be palmed and pushed
his hand between the boy’s trembling legs until he could graze his hole with
the tip of his fingers.
Xavier was fresh out of the shower, but already he was getting slick. Rainer
could appreciate having such a lewd little body at his disposal.
The boy had his eyes squeezed closed, lips bitten red to stop himself from
moaning. Adorable.
“Get on the bed and show me your sloppy hole,” Rainer told him, shuffling over
a bit to give Xavier more space. There was a second of hesitation, but then the
boy’s body got into motion, and he lay back on the soft, gray covers. He pulled
his legs up, grabbing them under the knee to keep himself open for whatever his
master had in mind for him.
Rainer kneeled between his thighs, stroking his palms up and down the
vulnerable inside of them until he could see goosebumps blossoming across all
that milky skin.
Xavier made a sound in the back of his throat.
“Hush. I’ve waited a week for this and I plan to enjoy it,” he said, clucking
his tongue. He could actually see as the boy got wetter and wetter, his hole
opening up like a flower under his gaze, winking at him like a little tease.
“Do you want me, little breeder? Have you been thirsty for a nice, thick, human
cock?”
He was about to slap that tantalizing ass when it looked like the boy would
refuse to answer, but Xavier finally swallowed and replied.
“Y… yes, master,” he said, sounding half vulnerable and half turned on. Good
answer.
Rainer smiled and pulled his cock out. He was achingly hard already, barely
containing himself. All he wanted was to be enveloped in that lovely, wet heat
that was undoubtedly waiting for him.
He couldn’t wait anymore and lined up, pushing inside in one smooth motion. It
was heavenly. Maybe he’d been neglecting his sex drive for a bit too long, but
being buried balls deep in Xavier seemed better than any fuck he ever had
before.
The boy whimpered, his grip white as he held himself in position, but Rainer
didn’t care about that. In the back of his mind he thought that he was no
different than Volga, really; all animal instinct and the need to get off
overpowering everything else.
He fucked Xavier hard and fast, every thrust of his hips punching out little
needy moans from the boy. He couldn’t stop, and didn’t want to.
It didn’t take long for his pubes to grow sticky from all the thick slick, his
balls slapping against the boy’s ass wetly. It was like music.
Rainer batted the boy’s hands away, propping his legs up against his shoulder
in the desperate hope of getting even deeper, even though it was not possible.
“M-master!” Xavier whined, his now free hands twisted into the pillow beside
his head. There was a pretty blush coloring his face, crawling down the long
line of his neck and to the top of his chest. It was really no wonder that
Rainer had to reach over and twist his enticing pink nipples to see if he could
make it stretch lower.
It seemed that was the last straw for the boy; his body arched off the mattress
and his cocklet shot out a few spurts of pearly come. Rainer laughed
breathlessly, but the way his orgasm made Xavier’s hole tighten up and suck on
his cock undid him too, making him spill deep inside.
It took him a few moments to get his wits back after such a shocking wave of
pleasure.
Xavier was just laying under him, barely conscious. He had half a mind to push
him to his place at the end of the bed, but thought better of it. He pulled
out, yanking a tired little moan out of the boy and lay down beside him. He
pulled and prodded on the slave’s prone body until Xavier was on top of him and
then snapped his fingers to get Volga’s attention.
The dog immediately perked up, crawling closer - though too lazy to actually
get up - and nosed his way between the boy’s ass cheeks.
Xavier shivered and whined, clutching at Rainer as the animal started to clean
up his still throbbing hole.
Rainer smiled. He could definitely see himself getting used to this.
 
***
 
Canine pregnancies usually lasted a bit over two months, but with a human
breeder, they were expecting things to stretch out to three.
Still, around the two month mark, Xavier was already looking ready to burst.
To Rainer’s pleasant surprise, the vet told them that the boy was having  nine
puppies. It was amazing. Male breeders had a natural disposition to carrying
multiple children, but he didn’t know it was true for dog litters too… Or maybe
Volga was just naturally virile.
In any case, nine great dane puppies were more than enough. Xavier’s belly was
huge, the skin stretched thin over his bump.
Rainer couldn’t get enough of it.
He could never see himself as a family man - wasn’t sure if he could take all
the noise and mess that came with children - but watching Xavier moan with the
strain of getting up, with one hand on his huge belly, he couldn’t help
imagining him carrying his children.
There was something possessive in him that wanted the boy to be full of him -
his progeny.
 
***
 
“P-please, master… I can’t take it…”
Rainer smiled, thrusting forward even harder.
“Is that so? Well, you have to take it, because I’m going to fuck you until
your water breaks,” he said.
Xavier moaned pitifully. He was on all fours, his belly hanging full and heavy
under him and Rainer couldn’t keep his hands off it. Sometimes he could feel
the puppies kick.
“Noo…”
He grabbed the boy’s hips, anticipating him falling on his elbows from the
rough treatment. He was only half joking about what he said. Xavier only had a
week left - if even that - and the doctor said it was completely natural to
literally fuck him into labor.
Rainer wasn’t one to say no to that.
“Yes. Yes, you are going to take it like the little bitch you are. I’m going to
fuck you, and then Volga is going to breed you…” he said, leaning forward and
whispering the words directly into the boy’s ear. He loved the way his cheeks
grew red and his eyes filled with tears whenever he was taking like that. It
almost looked like Xavier was distressed, except for the eager little prick
between his legs being as hard as a diamond.
He could deny it all he wanted, but his body couldn’t lie about what it needed.
His cock was making sloppy, lewd noises as he hammered into the boy’s hole,
Xavier was so wet that it was sliding down the inside of his thighs, soaking
the sheets under his knees.
Rainer reached down, scooping up some of the slick from behind the boy’s balls
and then pushed his wet fingers into his slack mouth. Xavier started sucking
off his own juices without a thought, making him laugh.
 
***
 
One other thing he loved about the pregnancy was Xavier’s tits. For some
reason, he didn’t expect him to start lactating, so it was a surprise, but a
more than pleasant one at that.
Of course, he could see it happening. It started around two and half months in;
Xavier was constantly rubbing at his chest, and Rainer noticed them developing.
Not enormous, by any means, but visibly bigger, raising out from his flat
chest, with his nipples growing bigger and darker pink than before.
It made him want to tease them, of course, so that’s what he did. Every time
they had sex he pinched and sucked at them, listening with joy to the sounds of
pain-pleasure Xavier made.
The first time a splash of milk landed on his tongue, Rainer came right away.
He couldn’t explain it, there was just something extremely erotic about such a
tasty reminder of what was happening in Xavier’s body.
From then on, it was daily routine for him to suck the boy’s little tits dry -
after all, that was the best way to make sure he would produce more.
 
***
 
He called the vet as soon as Xavier’s water broke - after a good round of
fucking from Volga on a quiet sunday afternoon. Without a better option, he put
him up in the guest room, uncaring of the soon-to-be-ruined bed.
Rainer wouldn’t have admitted it for the world, but he was a bit nervous. He
wasn’t a squirmish person, but knew very little about this part.
The vet wet didn’t waste any time. He made Xavier lay on his side, pretty much
ordering Rainer to help by letting the boy rest his head on his lap. That was
completely fine with him, though he didn’t really enjoy being bossed around.
The slave was moaning, face pale and eyes screwed shut, but the doctor seemed
completely nonplussed.
“Male breeders are almost like animals in this regard,” he explained
offhandedly. “The next time he has pups he can do it all on his own, you won’t
even notice it,” he said.
Rainer couldn’t exactly see what he was doing, but it looked like the man had
his whole fist up in Xavier’s hole. That was kind of amazing. He made himself
remember that for later.
“If you say so…”
He was somewhat distracted as he stroked the boy’s sweaty hair. The doctor
didn’t seem to mind.
“Yeah. Everything is looking fine down here, maybe an hour or so and you will
have your prized pups,” he said with a grin.
He’d been Volga’s vet, checking him over for his shows and knew very well how
much his offsprings were worth. Almost as much as Xavier had been, actually.
The boy made a pathetic, whining little sound, body seizing up with
contractions. Rainer almost felt sorry for him.
“Hush, boy. It will be over in no time,” he murmured.
The vet gave him a strange look, not used to him talking in such soft tones,
but Rainer didn’t care.
“If you want him to calm down, let him nurse on your cock while he works
through it,” the man told him, making Rainer raise his eyebrows.
“Seriously?”
The doctor nodded.
“Sure thing. I imagine he’s done it enough times by now that it will be
comforting for both him and you.”
Rainer rolled his eyes but didn’t jump on the barb, pulling his cock out and
feeding it to the boy.
To his surprise Xavier latched onto it like a baby, his tongue working lazy
circles around the head as he moaned and drooled over Rainer’s jeans.
Maybe he would even get an orgasm out of this.
 
***
 
All nine puppies were born without a hitch; healthy and beautiful. It ended up
taking a bit more than two hours, but by the end of it, even Rainer could see
what a natural breeder Xavier was. It made him proud, if he wanted to be
honest.
In the next few days he vowed not to disturb the boy, letting him recover in
the enormous, plush dog bed in the corner of the master bedroom, with Volga
cuddling up to him and the pups.
He wanted to give a longer grace period, but by the fifth day, he couldn’t help
himself. It was simply too much to watch every day as the puppies nuzzled up
Xavier’s chest, suckling blindly at his full, delicious little titties.
Maybe Rainer got too used to regular fucking.
One day he got home early, just when his dog walker left with Volga, and found
Xavier dozing on the soft rug in front of the TV with puppies hanging off his
tits and curled up to his - once again flat - belly, and that was it.
He kneeled down and rolled Xavier to his back. The boy didn’t even wake up,
just smacked his lips a few times, his thighs falling open, like an invitation.
That was all Rainer needed. He was already so hard it hurt and there was
nothing easier than pushing into Xavier’s relaxed hole. His cock slipped into
it easily, and by the time he started moving everything was wet with the boy’s
slick.
Such a naughty, lewd creature.
Rainer pumped into him, careful of the still blind puppies crawling around on
the floor. His mouth watered as he looked down on Xavier’s chest; his nipples
were hard and reddened from the constant attention the pups payed them, shiny
with the milk seeping out of them.
He wanted to go slow at first, but instincts won out and soon he was hammering
forward with enough force to jostle the boy’s lax body, until finally Xavier
opened his eyes on a moan.
“Hello there, mommy,” Rainer told him smiling. He picked up one of the puppies
and placed it on the boy’s chest, watching as it nosed around until it found a
nipple it could latch on to.
Xavier whined, his cocklet jerking between his legs at the dual sensation of
being teased and fucked at the same time. His hands flew up to keep the pup
from falling down.
“Yeah, that’s right, boy. Show me what a good mom you are…” Rainer told him,
forehead growing sweaty as he got closer to completion.
“I’m going to knock you up now, Xavier, going to put a couple babies in you. Do
you want it? Do you want to be bursting with little ones again?” he asked,
panting from the strain.
Xavier’s eyes rolled back and he arched his neck, swallowing back a moan.
“Yeah… yes, master, please… make me full again, I want to…”
That was all Rainer heard, and it was enough to make him come, leaving the rest
of the boy’s words lost in the sound of white noise in his ears as he came.
When he opened his eyes again, Xavier’s belly was covered in come too, his
small cocklet resting spilled and soft against his thigh, despite not being
touched at all. The boy was really turning out to be an excellent, dedicated
pleasure slave.
Rainer leaned down and kissed his red, bitten lips, wondering why he’d never
done it before.
“No more playing with Volga until you’re heavy with my children,” he whispered
against Xavier’s lips.
“Yes, master,” the boy murmured, eyes half lidded and warm.
Rainer smiled, lifting another puppy to his other nipple. For now he was
willing to share.
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