Breeders and Bulls

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Breeders and Bulls Part 2

(Chapter 12.) Jake without his snake.

He was my brother, Jake, Angel, I don't even know what to call him anymore. The boy I grew up with, the brother I always looked up to as the symbol of masculinity to which I aspired, the brother who brought me to a whorehouse to lose my virginity, is now sitting on a bench by the lawn area crying when I find him. I can't believe this is Jake. This blonde creature is my older brother. I look at him, sobbing. He can probably still feel my dick in his pussy from the hard fucking I just gave him. My big brother now has a set of breeder holes to be fucked, and I just did exactly that.

I put my arm around him.

"I am so sorry, Jake, I really had no idea." I still feel shock and revulsion at what we just did and I am ashamed to say a small thrill.

"Angel. Everyone calls me Angel," he says in a breathy, sultry voice. The tone and pitch of Jake's breeder voice shock me. His deep booming big brotherly tones replaced by this soft sexy fuck me voice. He lifts his head and tosses back his blonde mane. The short style he used to wear is now long and slightly wavy.

His tits swing freely. I wonder if this is what I would look like as a Breeder whore. Everyone used to say how alike we were. He is still in pretty good shape, 6ft 3 and quite muscular. He has softened a little and lost some definition. His face has those high cheekbones, a powerful jaw, and big blue eyes. His skin is not flawless like mine, with a few small acne scars from when he took the black-market growth powder. I notice his facial scruff hair that he kept trimmed has gone as his every hair on his soft smooth body.

I look at him, his body covered with whore markings. Those tattoos all the cherubs and angels everywhere. Jake is simply stunning for a breeder, and that makes me feel even stranger about what happened. The best-looking breeder whore I ever saw is the guy who was my brother. He is a whore now. A breeder whore. I try to process that this is Jake, or I suppose it's Angel now.

"Angel. Do you want to talk? Tell me what happened?" I ask and put my arm around him.

"What happened, Brett? What happened? I ended up a painted breeder whore called Angel fucking anyone that moves, even my own brother," he says and starts sobbing.

Those words and the pain of them hang in the air. I don't know what to say. Until I do have a thought and risk it. "Was I any good?" I ask.

"What?" He spins his head to look at me, his hair spills down over his shoulders and his face is flushed with anger.

"Well? I mean, you taught me how to fuck. Took me to the Boystown pleasure houses when I was 15 and gave me all your tips. So you know it would be nice to know. Was I any good?"

Jake looks at me, and I think he is about to explode with rage. I start to laugh. I love Jake. I always did. As much as this doesn't look like Jake anymore, I know it is him. I know of no way to break the horror of this other than make a sick joke of this situation. He looks, and I see a flicker of a smile. I see a glimmer of my big brother.

"You fucking bastard! Give me a hug. I missed you," he says, and I hold him as he chuckles. "Was I any good? You fucker Brett. Only you would ask that. Don't change. Don't ever fucking change baby brother," he says and laughs. I can see in his face now we are close. It is him and his eyes are Jake but the voice and everything else, fuck this is scary, this could be me, a clit instead of my dick, a freshly fucked cunt. Laughing with a guy who just fucked my breeder...I stop the thought. I can't think like that. I am a fucking bull.

"Well, little brother, yes, you were good. You know that. Fucking typical of you. So yes you were good, too fucking good. Hell, I am so dumb I spent weeks trying to avoid you. I had seen you around and just couldn't face you. The whores all talk about big Brett and what a great fuck he is, I am sure you will be pleased to know. You did live up to the hype. I haven't cum like that in a while. Fucker!. Adam has a serious whore crush on you. Even Thomas still talks about you. Oh, by the way, congratulations! You are going to be a father. Thomas got a nice set of tits and a baby, thanks to your split condom," Jake says.

"Really? Shit. How is he," I ask?

"Listen, you don't know that. I haven't told you that. He has been helping me out for the past few weeks. The poor bastard is still in shock. I don't think he is cut out for whoring in here. I have a feeling he will be moved into campus admin before long. Fuck Brett, I missed you, so fucking much," he says and wipes tears from his eyes.

"Jake, Angel, I missed you too. Shit, this is turning into a bit of an evening," I say, trying to process that I knocked up Thomas. Secretly pleased that my seed must be potent. I am going to be a father already. I don't push the conversation and put it away as I do.

"Oh Brett. Look, I am sorry I should have spoken with you before now. I was just too ashamed of you seeing me like this. Every time I saw you, I would dash off somewhere to take a punter into the orgy room or the back area. Let's be honest the bar is always pretty busy and I just couldn't face you. Anyway, I have always kept an eye out for you to try and avoid you. I saw you come in the bar earlier but you left. Why did you come back?" He asks.

"I was bored, horny. I fancied a quick fuck," I say.

"Well, you got that. Wasn't that quick either. Shit, I can't believe I fucked my brother. Fuck. Half brother is bad enough, but you are my full brother," he says, tossing his hair which he seems to do a lot. I see his fat tits jiggle as he does. He does look amazing. I try not to get hard.

"Sorry," I say.

"Well, all those nights out in the Boystown whore houses were well spent. I taught you well. Adam did say you hit the spot. Fancy a drink? I know I fucking need one. Join me, and I will tell you everything." Angel kisses me on the cheek.

"Ok. Jake. Sorry, Angel. I missed you as well, you know," I tell him.

"Come on, you." He puts his arm around me, and we head off.

...

(Chapter 13.) How Jake became an Angel.

We find a bar and sit down with a few drinks. Jake starts to tell me his story.

"When I first got here. I was so fucking confident that I would be a bull by the end of it. You remember what I was like," Angel smiles at me. The little angels on his cheeks move as his face does.

He sits with his long smooth legs crossed and his arms folded as he speaks. His tits seem bigger as his arms seem to push them up a bit.

He has a crazy sexy cunt, a nice plump mound and a good tidy slit. Sometimes the little fat head of his breeder clit pokes out of his pussy. It is hard to believe that is all that is left of my brother's denuded cock. Even stranger is knowing that it sits above the wet hot pussy I just fucked.

"This place was amazing, overwhelming. Booze, Breeders no curfew doing what the hell you want more or less. It was fucking heaven, and I was sure I was going to be fucking top dog. I sized up the competition, as you do. Looking at the other boys' cocks, their muscles, their heights. Putting them into categories and then that first night all hell broke loose. There was a crazy fight in the main pleasure parlor. I ended up with a bloody nose, but I was fucking lucky they didn't cut me.

"The visi footage shows I was just minding my own business and when the fight started I tried to get out of the way. When I saw the guy who had started the fight get cut and they did the breeder parade I took notice. I was a little less cocky. Made a few more friends. They were not going to get me. Or at least that is what I thought.

"The second night I went to the trainee bar. Who did I fucking see? Daniel sat on some boy's lap getting his pussy fingered and loving it," Angel says.

I let out a laugh and said "Daniel he was always going to end up with a cunt Jake." Daniel was our older brother who entered the academy before Jake. Daniel was of average height, looks, dick size. Had that dark hair and was one of Jonas's full brothers. He was bigger than Jonas and certainly a lot more sporty than Jonas but not really any good at sports.

"Well seeing Daniel like that was a shock to me. Anyway, Daniel comes over and kisses me on the cheek and chats with me and tells me how great it is here. He has a few tattoos little puppy dogs so I know the fucker is a whore. He tells me he got into a fight on purpose as soon as he saw the breeder parade he realized what he needed to do so went out and started a fight. Said the doctor got really pissed when they cut him. He told the Doctor what sort of scar he wanted on his clit. They don't like it I guess when the tables are turned and a guy wants to be a breeder and a whore," Angel says and laughs.

"Really, Daniel wanted that? I mean I thought he would end up as a breeder but he wanted to become a whore? Shit, I can't quite believe it," I say.

"Yeah. Told me dad was really pissed with him. Seems Father lined him up to be a breeder pair for one of the guys in here. Apparently, Dad does that. There is a lot of credit in that trade in breeders," Angel says.

I gulp my heart quickens. "Me?" I ask.

"Hold on, let me finish. Not as far as I know. I think you will be ok. Anyway, Daniel is happy as all hell. Says he loves it. Loves the sex, loves his pussies all of them. Tells me he wants a pair of tits badly but he knows that can get a guy into trouble. Anyway, he is working here but tells me he will keep an eye out for me.

"Strange, I never really cared much for Daniel. I always thought he was a bit boring but as a breeder, he was a lot of fun. Got me rooms in the back when I wanted as long as I didn't take the piss. He told me about the good trainees and the bad ones. Got me some time with Mark at the main pleasure house. Fuck Brett, Mark is good you really need to fuck that pussy but if nothing else let him blow you. That breeder bitch sucks cock like nobody I know. I tried to get him to teach me but man that fucker keeps his trade secrets.

"Anyway, after the shock of seeing Daniel and knowing a little about the Academy, I settled down. I enjoyed this place. What's not to love? The days were great, swimming, working out, wrestling, just messing around. Then the evenings, fucking pussy, as much pussy as you could fuck. It was so much fun. Of course, there is always the doubt you may end up a breeder but you tell yourself, `no I am a bull'. You don't ever think you will be the one with a cunt. Then the division. Six months have gone by so quickly. I was taken off and cut.

"It all happened so quickly. My whole world fell apart. Everything I had imagined was gone. The life I thought I was going to have, who I was, all gone. Now that future was held before me in a pair of tweezers. My dangling foreskin was removed and held aloft by some crazy Doctor to show that I am cut. That they will turn my cock into a cut clit. The sign I would have a cunt between my legs.

"You probably heard about the western campus. Well, between here and the western campus is the processing center where the breeder accommodations are. It was awful. The day of the division you are cut, then locked up in a cock cage and taken off. Nearly 900 boys were crying. The bitches and the new breeders are all in that grim hell hole and trust me it is basic. There is a small gym, a couple of solo sex rooms with toys, a couple of canteens, huge dorms, and showers," Angel says and I did quick maths. 1,000 boys and 900 breeders.

"So they only made 100 bulls?" My mind races. I had always thought the odds were higher. I feel my heart quicken.

"Yea sorry Brett. You are like me. You think coming in here is a 50/50 game most of us do. You look at a guy; he is a weak and pathetic breeder. Small dick guy, he will be a breeder. Short and pretty looking, he will be a breeder. Brett, it doesn't work like that. I am still not sure how they sort them out. I have seen Senators' sons come in here and end up with a pussy. So it isn't all money and power," Angel says.

"100 out of 1000?" I say.

Angel moves towards me and puts his strong arm around me.

"Yeah. That was our intake, the one after us 150. I heard some years it is higher, as many as 300. This place is a crapshoot, Brett," Angel says. I gulp. He pauses. I want to ask more but this news hits me hard but I let him carry on his story.

"Hey, honey. You will be fine," he says, and I am not sure about my brother just calling me honey. I wonder how often he calls his tricks honey. He takes another sip on his drink then a big old glug. He signals one of the service bots to replace the round and asks for a large bourbon to go with his beer. "You want one?" He says.

"No. Beer is fine," I say.

Angel carried on his story, he tells me, "after they cut me I spent the next few weeks not eating and sobbing. Yes, sobbing. I couldn't bear it. Worst of all Daniel had left suddenly to go to a city pleasure house. The breeder dorms are awful. You can't even take a shit without swiping your palm to come and go. The doors are locked and that place is grim. And now, on the other side of the fence, Bulls are living in luxury, drinking the best wine, eating the finest foods, fucking the whores, and growing big dicks.

"All those dreams of a really big cock gone. You are with the breeders, you are going to lose your dick. You will have a cunt. If you are lucky, you might get a bull to fuck you and take you as his breeder pair. Then if you are unlucky, you might get auctioned off to some stranger. Then really unlucky you end up as a fucking whore. Ta Da!" Angel laughs but I see that he doesn't think it is funny and nor do I.

Most of the guys are in a state of shock and denial. You've seen it anyway. I saw your friend Zach the other day. I'll bet he has been up and down since the cut," Angel says.

"Yeah, it hit him pretty hard," I say trying not to think about how I butt fucked my best friend.

"Well think about 900 Zachs', going from paradise to being locked up and cut, knowing that's it. All the fucking you have been doing, well now you are being primed to be on the receiving end. Either for some bull as a partner, or painted up to be a whore," Angel says.

"Only 100 bulls," I say again. He runs his hand over my head.

"Nothing you can do Honey. I will keep an eye out for you trying to steer you out of trouble and do whatever I can but the odds are not great," Angel says and I feel my heart sink and Angel continues.

"The Breeder campus is bad. They keep an eye out service bots and a few older breeders trying to make sure nobody does anything stupid. They make sure if we don't eat we get the nutrient shots from the med bots. Course some of the guys who got into trouble are already bitches months ahead of us; they already popped. Some of them go straight into whore training. They are already on the string. That is when you really notice the string.

"You don't even think about it too much before you get there. The whores don't work when they are having a bleed. Get to the breeder campus, and you see it everywhere. Fucking hateful. We all saw it in our mothers but seeing a guy who now has a white string where his dick was and knowing what that means. Well makes you think.

"The guy who punched my nose had his tits and pussy long before the division. Some of the boys handle it better than others, and I was probably one of the worst.

"They keep you locked up in a cage for 7 days. Reminded me of school. You know how often I got locked up for being in trouble. You know how people would tease me. Fuck, you would tease me! `Jake's got his clitty, he's a breeder bitch,' you used to sing. Fuck it is awful. You can't see the cut you know it is there, it is torture and for a week they just want to show you, that you are not a man anymore. Your cock is theirs to take away. You go from fucking freely to being imprisoned, and it is hard but not as hard as being unlocked. The last few weeks of freedom in the eastern campus still haunt me, the last few jerks, fucks, even blow jobs I had were my last times as a real man.

"They lock you up and when they unlock you it feels like you got a new dick. Everyone goes fucking crazy and fucks like mad with a new dick. A cut dick. Every time you touch it and feel it get hard you are reminded how different it is. The way the skin strains, the feel of your cock head, so exposed and so sensitive. The scar on the shaft. Still every inch a cock but that scar is a marker for breeders. Knowing that your prick will soon wither to nothing more than a cut clit. You know as different as it is, it still looks and feels and cums like a dick and you use that fucking thing desperately while you still have it. Those weeks the air is heavy with sex and sadness. 900 boys wanting to fuck. Wanting to forget they won't have a dick much longer. Wanting to pretend that none of this is real. All so desperate before they take you to that fucking jerking room.

"Then they take you off in groups, give you so much Cobra Blood you can't think about anything other than cumming and literally make you jerk your dick into a useless tube of flesh. Nothing more than skin hanging from your body. It's only purpose to piss and dribble and even those things it won't do for much longer. The weight of it hanging between your legs is torture Brett, knowing that heft and slap of your dick and balls is all it is, useless heft. It doesn't work anymore. You tug it and jerk it and it doesn't get hard anymore. You feel horny but you ain't got no fucking horn," he wipes a tear away and pauses and I see a flash of anger rather than pain.

"Then I fucking bloomed. I had an ass cunt. A sloppy fuck hole. I couldn't bear it and for a while, I just wanted to die. I never had anything in my butt ever and now it was slick and slimy. It felt so empty and so good. I could feel the raised soft flesh of my new butt cunt as I walked. I would sit and leave a trail of butt slime. I caved in with no other way to get off. I fucked myself silly on a fake cock and came hard, and it felt great and I cried because I loved it.

"I was horrible to be around. I called the other guys faggots. Said they were happy to be getting cunts. I was never one for lying with other boys. You know that just wasn't my style, breeder pussy was my thing. I never really could see the attraction of cock not even here. I mean it is my job taking cock now but it is a job and once in a while like tonight you get a good one but that wasn't me and still isn't. I know a few guys experiment, some even prefer it, that just hadn't been my thing.

"So now I have slime coming out of my backside a new hole ripe for fucking. For a while, I wasn't eating properly, and they topped me up with nutrient shots," Jake pauses and takes a sip from his fresh bourbon and then knocks the whole thing back. I look at him, my brother Jake or Angel. He looks so different. His face though is still Jake the eyes the smile and yet as a breeder, he is so different.

"You know they don't tell you about this place because if they fucking did nobody would stay in this shit hole country. About 3 months kept apart from the bulls only breeders and breeder bitches is pretty heavy. Every one of us was full-on pussy within 3 months. I can't even talk about that horror of getting a cunt. Those months, that time, let me tell you Brett that goes quickly.

"Watching guy's dicks shrink, their balls pull up. Queuing to take a piss because there are no piss walls. Getting the string for the first time. You think you had a bad meal just gut ache and then fuck you gush. I thought I was dying when I first had the string. Blood pouring out of my cunt. That is a real wake-up call. They get you a tampon, and everyone can see your string dangling down between your fucking legs. You feel like shit and bleed for days. Every fucking month. The only way to stop it is to get knocked up. So now you know that fuck hole between your legs isn't just for fun it is also to put babies in you and make them come out. A fucking breeder for real.

"Then the whores come back bruised or sore from a bad fuck. They gossip about the guys. I think it was the worst. You would see breeders you fucked gossiping about the newest set of boys. `Oh yeah, big cock, small cock, too fast, too slow, boring, great to look at bad fuck.' You look at them and see a whole new side to this place. And wonder how long before that is you. Look at me Brett, that is me.

"Obviously, I won't be telling anyone about tonight, and I pray nobody saw us fuck but if you weren't my brother tomorrow I would be sitting with Adam having a coffee and talking about your dick, how he was so right, and how it was the best time ever. Giggling away about a fuck with a guy. That is who I am now. This place isn't what anyone thinks.

"They get you all pussied up, not a dick in sight and then people start to vanish. They would go to houses of rich bulls they would be inspected and if they were chosen that was it. They would never come back. Two guys Pip and Cassidy went missing completely caused a fucking stink. Traded on for some trafficker. For a while I prayed for that, not to be trafficked, to just get a bull pair and hope that was my life done.

"I couldn't face the idea of being a whore. Funny huh? I make a pretty good whore as it turns out but at that time it seemed the worst option. Be sold on to some rich bull, get fucked, have a few kids, and he would move on. I could get fat, meet my breeder friends, buy clit jewelry, drink wine in the afternoon, and hope nobody noticed I had turned into our mother.

"Then they have the breeder pair sessions. I know nobody registered me. Then off I go. I do get called to the breeder pair sessions. I can't work it out; it is like a secret date.

"I sit in some room with a breeder and do my vows of obedience and there I am my breeder pair. Nate Walker. He has requested to be my bull partner. He wants me as his fucking breeder mate," Angel says.

"Nate Walker? You fucking hate him. How?" I ask.

"The bulls don't have to take a partner, only about 70 of them did in our intake. And the bulls that do usually tell you, some even ask if you want to be a pair but they don't have to and so Nate wants me. It is like a caveman thing. Like being clubbed over the head and dragged off to the cave. He got my palm swipe details from a service bot and registered me as his mate in admin. They don't have to tell you what is going on.

"Nate had that fucking evil grin on his fucking face and I knew that I was just there to hear the news they just tell you and that is it. He looked different as well, a little taller, more muscular and his cock was bigger. He still wasn't a full bull, not by some way, but he was getting there.

"I mean what was he before? 5 feet 9 inches slim build, brown hair. Well now he is almost 6ft broader and hairier and more manly and his dick now may be 6 inches soft and 8 inches hard but you just know he is going to get bigger. The bulls take a year to fully develop. He was only three months down the line. I can't believe Nate fucking Walker. The slimy prick. I mean I knew him from school, and he was dad's business partner's son. But I avoided him from the day we got here. I never knew how he got out of the incident with the breeder he beat up in Boystown.

"None of the whores wanted to go near him. He was quite brutal, and now here he was about to take all the pent-up psycho shit out on me. I can just tell by the way he looks at me and has an awful sneer on his face.

"They tell us I will live on the western campus with him. They take me to the bonding room. I am in a cunt cage. He can't fuck my pussy till the dowry has gone through, and the paperwork is signed. The bonding room, what a joke, I said my vows, and he gets to fuck my ass like a down payment. Nothing else, maybe a cheeky jerk, but that is it. That is the ceremony.

"I remember how he kept rubbing his cock along my fucking ass cunt and laughing, `Not so cocky now are you, Jake? Jake, the snake.' It was hell. Even so, I resisted, but the two attendants hold me down, and he fucks me in the ass. He could have used a control collar, but they agreed to hold me down. He floods my butt and I leave, that's it. We're all paired. Now he just has to pay, and I have no say in it.

"I was taken back to the Breeder dorms, now paired up with Nate's cum still leaking out of my hole as a reminder. It didn't take long for the dowry to be paid, two days later I was moved into the bull accommodation. It was one room per couple, and then I was alone with Nate.

"That first night I was fitted with a control collar. Nate took my cunt belt off and laughed at me. Just kept laughing at me. Thought it was fucking hilarious that I didn't have a cock, and he did. He zapped me a few times, and I sobbed in pain. He didn't fuck me or touch me, just told me he was showing me who was boss.

"The next night he juiced me up with cobra blood, and he fucked me. He used a condom, which surprised me. Said he wanted to fuck me, a new set of big tits, when he was ready. He didn't care if I was wet, and it hurt like hell, but he was quick. He zapped me a few times when he was done, and that became the pattern the first week.

"He would run his cock over my clit and ask me to talk about my cock and how big it was and how small and pathetic it was now. He used to ask me how I fucked breeders and how I felt getting fucked. He got off on being vocal and humiliating me. I learned to talk dirty to him pretty quickly, anything to get him off and then off me.

"But he was getting violent, spanking turned from sexy to outright pain. He would choke me as he fucked me. I was starting to get really scared of him. He slapped me one night, and I went to slap him back, and he zapped me and kicked me a little. I ended up in complete fear. I had a whore friend, Dane and he told me that I could report Nate if he got out of hand with the control collar. I wasn't the only breeder partner wearing one, but it wasn't the norm. None of this was normal to me, but I later found out it wasn't normal, full stop. Sure, some of the bulls love to humiliate the breeders, and some get a little rough. But not outright violence.

"Took Nate a week before he made me suck his cock and swallow a load. That next day he gave me an e tab with some text to read out. How I loved his big bull cock. How I was a worthless cocksucker with a mouth cunt. How I was always meant to be a breeder. I didn't deserve my dick, that is why I lost it. He laughed at my new shrill breeder voice.

"I was living a nightmare. It was almost too much, and I began to have really dark thoughts. Then I had my first bleed with him. I was on the string and when I bleed, I really fucking bleed. He said he wouldn't touch me. I was relieved, but that night he went out and got drunk. I woke up on the floor in pain. He beat me again. I was scared and powerless," Angel says.

Jake or Angel starts to cry, and I put my arm around him.

"I was a freak. I always thought of breeders as freaks, as second class. It is like they teach us breeders don't deserve to keep their cocks. They enjoy taking dick. They were made for it. Shit, now I was a fucking breeder partnered to a psychopath who beat me, zapped me, and fucked me. As soon as my bleed stopped, he fucked me a set of tits and I came so hard. Pleasure I hadn't known since my bloom. It was nearly a month later when I woke up in the care ward.

"I wasn't sure how I got there. I couldn't remember. I had been drugged and fucked. My pussy was sore and battered, I had broken ribs. I had been found when a neighbor bull and his partner heard screams. Fucking screams, my breeder screams. Even now, I hate my voice. It is the one thing I hate most of all," he says and looks away.

"I was only away for 48 hours. Nate didn't visit. However, a representative of the Warden did. It was all a bit cloak and dagger. Just before they released me he gave me a little white capsule. He told me he was acting on behalf of the academy and one of the whores that Nate had roughed up. There were not a lot of options, but they would do the best they could for me. Nate had beaten up a couple of the whores, and they had been watching him but nothing had happened yet which would allow them to act decisively. Albion's justice is strange. The choice was mine, but it seemed he wouldn't make it much longer as a bull. I could hope for the best or give everyone a nice easy way out. I took the pill and went home to his place, our place.

"Nate sat in front of me drinking. I sat before him my ribs still sore and asked him if we could fuck I was horny and that I had learned my lesson. He knew something was up, but it didn't stop him. He fucked me hard and quick as was his way. My dry pussy was on fire as his cock pummeled me. I faked an orgasm as he spewed his load inside me. He pulled out of me one last time and fell asleep somewhat drunk.

"Nate was only asleep for a couple of hours. I sat and watched and waited. I had slipped him the little white pill. Put it in his beer. His groans of pleasure started, and he woke up moaning and rubbing his asshole. He was confused, hungover, and in pleasure. It took him a few minutes to work out what I knew. The little white pill was an unusually concentrated blue narcissus. The warden's friend had told me I could give him the pill. Without a breeder partner, I would become a whore, but I would be free. They would take care of me as best they could.

"His punishment was just starting. Bulls sometimes go rogue and need to be dealt with. This place is evil, but they don't tolerate violence against the breeders. Nate is on his way to becoming a breeder bitch, and I see his asshole pucker and pulse as he groans. `Get help you dumb bitch,' he calls to me and I laugh.

"I clamber up onto the bed, roll him over and pin him down. He can't really fight back, he is still in the throes of his bloom. I grab the biggest dildo I can find, the one he made me shove up my ass and I ram it home and he fucking screams in pleasure. His wet ass cunt is ready and wet, and he takes it.

"I fucked his ass on the dildo, and he fucking came over and over until he stopped cumming. His dick spent and so was he. I thought revenge would help but it didn't. His screams and crying of not wanting to be a breeder bitch only reminded me of me. As much as I hated him I was doing to him what they had done to me. I hated it.

"They investigate what happened but work out whatever I gave him was some super concentrated version of blue narcissus and his dick is already shrinking. They have no idea how to restore him. Sometimes they can stop the process but not this time. They cut him before he loses his dick completely and the whole thing is put down to me. He will become a breeder and I am punished by being marked as a whore. It was all a sham but I didn't care it was over.

"I was sent back to the breeder dorms. Just thankful it was all over but not sure I could face being a whore. It was Dane, my only real friend left in here who saved me. He took me out that night. He introduced me to a bull friend of his, a nice guy called Kent. We drank and ate some real beef, and they took me back to Kent's room. Kent was a real bull with a huge 12 inch cock. Thick jet black hair and a beard. Hairy head to foot. A wall of muscle and a deep voice that made me quiver. Kent was the first real bull I had spent any time with other than Nate. I am not going to lie, he turned me on a little and at first that scared me.

"Kent and Dane spent time with me. They caressed my breasts and pleasured me from head to toe with oil. Over the next few nights, they did this just sensual massage, no fucking, just sensual exploration of my body.

"Kent would suck my nipples, and I would start to love the feeling of that connection to my pussy. They would take turns eating my ass and cunt. The two of them would pleasure me and in all honesty, I preferred the breeder pleasure of Dane but Kent was good too. They would pleasure my clit and finally, after a week I begged for Kent to fuck me and when he finally impaled me he rubbed my cervix gently till I erupted. We played all night, and the next day Dane took me back to the breeder dorm.

"Dane told me some words that saved me. He told me he thought I was brave for fighting back against Nate but if I was to survive I had to learn to love sex again. I had always loved sex as a boy. I had to love it now as a whore. He had shown me how I could be with Kent. I knew it wasn't always going to be like that but it was time to take control of my own destiny. I told Dane that I had only enjoyed the sex because of the cobra blood they gave me.

"Dane laughed and told me that it was water. I laughed at the deception and the realization that I had enjoyed the sex. This body was built for sex and I loved it. Kent had called me an Angel and when I was taken to be painted. I asked them to paint an angel on me. Dane was right. I had loved the sex before I got to the academy, and I just needed to embrace my new sex and my new self.

"So I was a whore, and I was going to be the best damn whore they had. Cock for work and Dane's breeder pussy at night. I became the best whore in the trainee camp. You know I still don't really care for cock. I don't care for bulls. I prefer breeders, but I know who I am in this place now and I won't let anyone do to me what Nate did. I do what I do here now on my own terms and for the most part, I enjoy it.

"I was good as a whore. They asked me to stay on here as the trainee whore house mother. It was them taking care of me. I like that role. I knew you were coming in and well I thought I was ready to face you as Angel. But the first night I saw you walk in here, I was Jake again, and suddenly seeing you I lost the confidence I had. I was going to stroll over and you would look at me as this god of a whore and think wow.

"Only when I saw you, I worried you would be disgusted at what I became. I am still Jake inside, but you and only you can call me that. Angel is what I am trying to become and being Angel helps me cope. Because of all the problems with Nate, I did get special treatment. I can do 5 years here if I want before I have to move on. Finding good whores isn't that easy and I am a good whore."

I see Angel is tearful. I look at him and kiss him on the cheek. I ordered another beer and a bourbon. He only has beer this time.

"I love you, Jake. I always have and I always will. And for what it's worth when I saw you floating round I would think WOW he is hot. As for calling you Angel I will try. It won't be easy but if that is who you are now I will try," I say and hold him.

He stops crying and pushes me back. He picks up his beer.

"I am sorry I didn't mean to cry. Fucking hormones. I am due a bleed tomorrow," Jake says.

"Fuck Jake. I don't need to know that. Talk like that is going to make it hard to see you as an Angel," I say.

"No, I suppose too much information for you baby boy," he says and laughs.

He looks at me "So Brett, brother of mine. I told you I thought you were good. I have a question for you pretty boy. Was I any good?" He asks and lets out a filthy laugh. He puts his fingers to my lips. "Word to the wise Brett honey anything less than 'Angel you were the best' and I will rip that cock off." He says and laughs tugging my soft cock.

At that moment I see Angel and Jake and I laugh and blush because the brief touch of his hand on my cock soon gets me hard.

.....

(Chapter 14.) Liam in the moonlight.

As much as the strange act of fate that had led to me fucking my own brother had upset me and disturbed me it was also good to see Jake or Angel again. We have spent some time catching up, and he has almost come to terms with what has happened to him and who he is now.

I met up with Angel the next day, and we talked. I found it upsetting to see the string between his legs. My big brother here is a full breeder. He is off work because of his bleed and as we chat some more I see the conflict in him but I admire his determination. It does worry me that I could end up like that. We are so similar in lots of ways people used to comment on how alike we were.

I also know that he has been fucked by just about every guy here and I am unsure about letting people know that he is my brother. I feel annoyed that I am a little ashamed that my brother is a whore and that many of my friends will have stuck their dicks in him, including me.

It also worries me that Liam could fuck him. That strangely bothers me and I feel almost jealous. I know that my feelings for Liam are new. I don't fully understand them. As for Angel, I try to push aside any shame I might feel about him being my brother. My pride is nothing compared to what he has been through and is going through.

.......

I agree with Angel that I will tell Jonas and I do. Jonas laughs and tells me he knows that Angel was Jake. He asks how I found out, and I just tell him that we met at the bar.

"Yeah, I bet you were trying to fuck him weren't you Brett?" He sneers.

I blush. He looks at me. "Of course. You did fuck him, didn't you?"

"No, of course not," I say.

"Hmm. I wouldn't put it past a fucking dog like you. You will fuck any breeder hole. You even fucked your best friend Zach. We both know that much don't we?" He says in that waspish way he has.

"You know, Brett, you really are something else. We have been here what 7 weeks and the minute your friend gets his ass cunt you fuck him. You fucked whores and boys without a care. You will get what is coming to you," Jonas says with that superior smirk.

I go to punch the little runt. "Oh Please, Brett. Make my fucking day. Hit me, go on, hit me. I will fuck your breeder cunt myself when they take you off and cut your cock." I count to 10 and let go of Jonas.

"Angel told me she would love to catch up with you. God knows why. Speak to him, don't speak to him. He is your half-brother." I say and let Jonas go. My body is still trembling with rage at the little shit and the conversation I just had with Jonas.

It was true I had fucked Zach and Jake or Angel. I think about what my mother said about Jonas and I leave him. I want to tell him about his bitch mother and Daniel, his full brother. I want to have a conversation with him, but the little shit is not worth bothering with and I walk off.

.....

I think about what sort of a person I was before I came to this academy and how sure I was of the world and my place in it. I am not so sure anymore and am taking nothing for granted anymore. I know that I have about a one in ten chance of leaving here with my dick as the bull I still think of myself as and those are not odds I like.

A few nights later I am out with Liam having a drink. Angel joins us for a while before he starts work.

"So that really is your brother. Fuck he is hot," says Liam. Staring at Angel as he walks off.

I have decided that I don't want to hide the fact that Angel is my brother. I will take any shade or insults, but I will not be ashamed of him. I love Angel, and I don't want to make his life any harder than it already is.

Liam is the first step. Also, I don't want Jonas using it in any way against either Jake or myself and I think he would. I won't give him that power.

"Liam, I know he is hot, and I can see you think so, but please that is my brother, Jake," I say.

"Well what can I say both of you are pretty fucking hot," he grins, and I love the devilish grin.

"Can I tell you something?" I say.

"Yes, what?" Liam asks, leaning forward.

"I fucked him by mistake," I say and tell Liam the whole sorry tale.

"Fuck." He says as I end the tale.

I see his cock is leaking and twitching. "You sick fucker that turned you on," I say smiling at Liam.

"Sick? Me? You are the one who fucked your own brother. Fuck the thought of the two of you is too hot," he says blushing but really excited.

"Look at you. You are about to do that thing you did in the ceremony," I say.

He grins and tweaks his nipples a little, his dick bobs up and down and his dick spews a load onto the floor. Some of it lands on my toes.

"Fuck Liam, your nut muck went on my foot," I say and we both laugh.

"That was hot and twisted Brett." He says grabbing a wipe from the bar table as he wipes his softening dick and peels his foreskin back to clean around the head of his dick. He lifts up my foot and licks the spunk off it. His tongue feels nice on my big feet.

"Liam, can we lie together again sometime?" I ask.

"Really?" He says.

"Yeah and maybe do that thing you did to me when we were with Adam?" I say.

"Brett, are you asking me to fuck you," His dick starts to get hard again and his smile is a mile wide.

"Yeah, Liam I am. Of course I get to do you as well."

"Fuck, Brett yes just tell me when?" Liam smiles even wider and that takes some doing.

"How about tonight?" I say.

"Brett. Of course? Can I ask what brought this on?" He asks grinning and is now fully hard again.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe just in case and I am sort of curious. Last time I cheated a bit, and made you cum real quick," I say.

"In case what?" He says but adds. "Look I don't care, let's do it."

I wave to the bot for more drinks and it whizzes over. "You're going to keep me hanging on,'' Liam says somewhat sad.

"Few more drinks will help. Oh and one other thing, I get to fuck your ass first," I say.

"Now there is an offer. You know you can do my butt whenever you want," he says. I stand up and sit down next to him. I put my arm around him and kiss him.

"Fuck this must be my lucky night," he says, and I worry he's about to cum on my foot again.

.......

That night with Liam was different from most I have had since I got here. We went to the back of the lawned area down towards the campus lake. The moon was full, and we were not the only people who had that idea but it was still relatively quiet.

We sat down on the grass by the lake and were talking. Liam kissed me on the cheek, and I stood up and dove into the lake.

He stood and told me off. Until he eventually joined me in the cool water.

I looked at him in the moonlight. The evening was surprisingly bright and illuminated his face reflecting off the water. His strong cheekbones. His thick full lips and his dazzling green eyes.

He looked seriously sexy with his red hair flattened down to his head from the water. His skin still pale even though he had more color than usual from the sun and walking around naked. The strange pale whitish-blue light of the moon and the water seemed to make his skin color iridescent. His alabaster skin is almost alien with small beads of water glowing and shimmering like small pearls of brilliant light around his body. He truly is beautiful.

"We shouldn't be swimming like this when we are both drunk." He said trembling a little, maybe from the cold but I also think something else.

I pulled him up close to me. "You are telling me off aren't you?" I say as I move my mouth teasingly close to his. I watch as his lips pucker for the kiss that doesn't quite come.

"Yes." He said with a shy whisper, and I feel his slender athletic body shiver. His eyes look up and gaze into mine and he smiles almost shyly.

I grabbed the back of his head and kissed him, giving into something we both crave. Even though he was shaved and so was I. We both had a little growth, and our skin scraped sensually against one another as our mouths moved against each other. I forced my tongue into his mouth and felt the soft warmth of his full lips plump to meet mine.

His warm tongue battled mine as we explore one another. and I feel him melt into my embrace and I melt into him. That strange feeling in my chest is exploding, and I feel sheer bliss with him at that moment like I never want to let him go.

The air has a slight chill, and I know this has to end as he shivers again. We lock our mouths passionately together for more and brave the cold.

I grabbed his dick and jerked him. It was already stiff and I worked his cock under the water. I love how workable his 6 inch hard shaft feels and how he pants and moans and falls with his head on my shoulder spent. I knew he wouldn't last long. He has been hard for a while now and I love the feeling of his cock hard and then softening in my hand. We kiss some more and now I really feel him starting to get a little cold.

"Come on, this water is cold. I am already smaller than you, and this cold water is only going to make me even smaller," He said and looks up at me and laughs.

"Ok, but I knew you needed a quick blast. I want you at your best if that is going in my ass," I say. "Come on, let's warm you up," I tell him as I grab his hand.

I pull him to the shore, and we lie and kiss and caress each other. I notice the skin of his balls is pulled up tight and his dick is a little smaller than normal. He was right about the cold water. It is still bigger than Aiden's and respectable. I wonder how it will look as it shrinks away if Liam is made a breeder. I feel his hands jerk my cock and he is getting hard again as well. The shrinkage of his smaller cock now turned to swelling. I get on my knees and tell him to fuck me like a breeder bitch and he laughs and lines his cock up against my hole.

"You said you wanted to do me first." He says as I feel his cock pushing up to my ass pucker.

"Yeah, I changed my mind. Go on, stick it in me," I say and he does and It hurts a lot. It takes a while of me panting and him being patient and I am almost ready to give up this is hard work and it fucking hurts. He eats me out and fingers me, and we kiss.

He goes in again and then something clicks as his dick slowly works in and out of me. It is still painful at first, but I slowly get used to the feeling. It is odd but I like having his cock inside of me, the connection of him in me. It is different this time without Adam cheering us on and I start to get hard as he stretches and stuffs my butt with his dick.

The discomfort still stays but I feel that he is hitting something new and his cock starts rubbing something good inside of me. I feel a strange pressure build with his thrusts as he glides over that funny part of me deep in the front of my ass hole and I am fucking moaning.

He slaps my ass and begins to really fuck me. I love the feeling of the sting on my ass and the slight pain and pleasure in my butt. I buck back to meet his thrusts.

"Fuck Liam. Spank me again," I say.

I feel his hand slap my ass and it feels sexy and nice. "Yeah. Fuck so hot Brett my butt slut," he says.

Something about his dirty talk makes it feel even better. "Yeah fuck me Liam make me your bitch. Spank me harder." I say.

He begins to really work my ass and spank me and I love it. I love the feeling suddenly and out of nowhere. It happens. That pressure bubbles and I feel it.

"Fuck." I say and I cum. My dick is not completely hard but it suddenly spews a load on the floor beneath me. It shocks me that another man's cock could do that to me. I feel almost like a breeder riding a dick and cumming from being fucked.

He gasps and grunts his cock feels fatter than ever and he floods my hole with his spunk and I love that feeling of his cum gushing deep inside of me. His dick thrust deep in my hole his nuts and dick expelling his nut piss into me. It hurt but felt amazing and that feeling how I came just his cock rubbing inside my ass chute. Not touching myself, so weird, so powerless, so fucking good.

He pulls out of me, and I hear the noise of his spunk spew out of me still warm. I roll onto my back, and he falls down beside me. I look at him and he leans down and I suck his cock clean. The smell is strange and so is the taste, but I love it.

I think to the last time he butt fucked me and how it wasn't that great but this was something different.

I can tell he is pleased he made me cum hands-free and I suck his cock a little more and get him hard and that gets me hard and I plow his ass like a pro.

We stayed out late kissing in the warm night air by the lake.

I love the fact that I can still feel his cock in my abused butt and I know he can still feel me inside him.

"Do you know the story of the Golden Cock Ring?" Liam asks me.

"No?" I say.

"Well once upon a time in a land far away, there was a young prince..." Liam tells me the tale as he strokes my body. It is a story about a young prince cursed by a wicked bull to be a breeder on his 18th Birthday. The curse comes true, and the prince loses his dick and balls. His fairy bull father gives him a magical golden cock ring. He must place the ring to his crotch, and his cunt will be gone and his dick and balls will be restored but should he ever remove the cock ring he will become a breeder again.

The prince falls in love with a young boy and he makes him his breeder partner. The wicked bull learns of the prince's happiness and places a curse on the prince's young lover. The curse causes the young breeder lover to become ill every time they make love. The prince will be literally fucking his lover to death.

When they fear all hope is gone the fairy bull father tells the prince he can save his love by giving his golden cock ring to his dying lover; the prince will become a breeder, but his lover will be restored to life and to manhood. The prince does give up his cock and his cock ring. The lover is restored and they kiss and live happily ever after.

He finishes telling me the story, and I feel a small tear run down my cheek as he finishes his tale the light of the morning is creeping up. We have been out all night.

"Did you enjoy that?" He says.

"Well yes and no. I am confused. Seems they would have been happier if the prince kept his dick," I say.

"I am not sure that is the point but...." Liam says laughing.

"But are they happy in the end? I mean do they really live happily together?" I say cutting him off."I mean does the prince not miss his dick?" I ask him as I am trying to process this strange story the likes of which I never heard before.

"I think the prince secretly wanted to be a receptive partner to his lover all along. I think the prince wanted a pussy and never dared tell anyone so yes they did live happily ever after," Liam says.

I think about his reply. "Mm. Well, if you had said that then maybe it would have made more sense. Your storytelling skills are somewhat lacking. However, on the whole, I am pleased they were happy. It was mostly a good story," I say and kiss him on the cheek. He smiles at me.

"Liam, one thing bothers me about this tale of yours. There was no fighting in this story, which seems strange," I say.

"You old romantic," Liam says and laughs as he explains the idea of romantic love to me.

"I think on the whole I liked it. I like that after all their ordeals they were happy. A prince giving up his dick to be happy does seem strange but like you said he wanted that all along." I say.

"Brett. If you get to be a bull would you....?" I look at him and put my fingers on his lips.

"Yes of course. You know I would make you my breeder pair." I say before he finishes his question. He smiles. I look at him and realize I am supposed to ask him now.

"I suppose you want me to ask you the same thing the other way around. I see now Liam is this romantic love? You saying nice things to me, so I have to say them back, is that it?" I say.

"A little bit." He says and laughs. "I think for some people love is saying things to someone in the hope they say it back. But real love, well, that would take far too long to explain." He says grinning.

"Hmm romantic love seems kind of sneaky to me, but in that case, should I end up in... very reduced circumstances then would you do me." It is his turn now. He puts his fingers on my lips.

"Brett, let's not tempt fate."

We sat quietly for a while. The sun is nearly up.

"Where did you hear a story like that?" I ask.

"I am not from Albion, but this is a story from Old Albion. When Albion was made up of many more territories. I suppose one day I should explain my story to you," Liam says.

"But Brett right now I am tired and I need a little food and then some sleep." He says, and we head off to eat and sleep.

I think maybe I am falling in romantic love with Liam. I never really understood this. It was not something I really ever heard anyone talk about until tonight. I have vague memories of breeder mothers talking about such things but I never really paid attention to such nonsense. However, I think I do feel something for my red-haired prince. That strange thing in my chest, when I am with him, might be part of it.

I do know that if I told him how I felt I would want him to say it back to me. I also know that I am scared to tell him how I feel because I am a little afraid he doesn't feel the same and that would hurt me.

(Chapter 15.) Balls.

The next few weeks fly by and we have been here nearly three months now. This place seemed like a paradise when we first entered. The bars, the music, the food, the whores. No lessons or school. The swimming, the gym to keep in great shape.

Now there is that sense of dread among some of the guys myself included. I see Zach, Brick, and Gordon all marked out as Whores. I worry for Aiden even if he does become a bull he will not be able to take Gordon as a partner.

I have made new friends, Mason, my new workout buddy, and Liam, my...well, I am not sure what he is to me. I just know that I like him and we spend a lot of time together.

I have spent some time with Angel, and he seems happy, more relaxed. He even tells me stories of his customers and some funny things that happen in the trainee whore bar. It has been nice to reconnect with him. However, it is somewhat strange that he seems so accepting of his situation. This is my brother Jake the snake, a fucker of breeders now gossiping about getting fucked.

I still speak to Jonas, but we barely achieve any civil conversation. He has turned into a nasty little snot these days. Snide comments about Liam and Zach. Poor Zach gets a lot of his snarky comments from everyone. I guess because he was so full of himself that first week. Jonas also makes snippy little remarks about Angel and how he is a better version of the whore I will become. For a while, I fear he is goading me, and I try to steer away from him. Several comments make me angry, and I know he is trying to make me angry. I count to ten and walk away.

His comments about Liam are the ones that hurt the most. He taunts me about his father and his power and his credit and how I will be Liam's breeder bitch these remarks have become quite commonplace. These are the things that upset me most. Whatever I have with Liam, I feel strangely, no fiercely protective towards him.

I noticed that Zach, Gordon, and Brick are now really quite small; they have a lot of shrinkage. Sometimes I see their leaky blooms; I see their shame as they stand and the slime they leave behind. However, it is their dicks I notice most, especially Zach who was always a grower. I notice how the horny fucker hasn't got a horn. He was only ever a 4 inches of soft hanging cock. His cock would double in length and now his cock can't get hard. He isn't a grower anymore. His dick is now about as small as Aiden's soft cock, a smallish stalk of a dick that pokes out of his hairy bush. Zach's dick is under 2.5 inches now. Never to get harder or bigger than that again. I wonder how Zach feels knowing that his cock is only marginally bigger than Aiden's soft dick. A cock he mocked for so many years. The girth he was so proud of was gone. His swagger is gone. I notice how he will stand with his hands covering his dick.

I still think it is kind of funny when I see Zach or Brick at the gym. The cleaner bot wipes their ass slime off any benches they are on. It does that for the bitch boys. They work out differently, less bravado, almost shy and embarrassed. They seem to move around coyly.

Brick was easily the biggest of them all; he was after all the one who wanted to be the leader of the bulls. I notice him in the gym. His large egg-sized balls still sway around, but his cock doesn't swing anymore. His little, stumpy cut cock is starting to look more like a clit. It seems to almost point down like it is trying to aim for a space between his legs that doesn't exist yet. I can see it in his eyes he knows he will have a breeder cunt before long. There is no denying every time we see the marked boys they are breeders.

I hadn't seen Brick in the gym the past few days but he is walking around the campus.

"Hey, how's it going? Haven't seen you in the gym for a while?" I ask him and then I notice his balls have gone. I stare at the vacant space between his legs. His shrunken cock pointing down and then nothing. Those large balls are gone, just a flat space of trimmed hair. I try not to stare, but I do.

Brick tried to hide his crotch with his hand but it was too late.

"You ok?" I ask and he is beet red, he nods. I wonder why and then I realize why he isn't speaking.

"What happened to your balls, Brick?" I say and I smile knowing what happened not to his balls but to his deep voice.

"Fuck you, Brett." He says. His eyes open wide, and he puts his hands to his mouth. "Fuck you." He says again and walks off. His voice has that shrill sound of a breeder who sucked cock and swallowed a load. He really is getting to be a full breeder now. Brick is two-thirds there a mouth cunt and ass pussy. Only one cunt left and from what I can see that won't be too long now.

I decide I need to keep an eye out for Zach; he won't take it so well when his balls go. Later that day after the gym I get back to the dorm and I find Zach on his bed. Exploring himself. He looks at me. The furry patch of thick dark black hair is untrimmed and his little cut button dick pokes out of it.

He is rubbing his crotch on either side of his dick and I notice two swollen lumps are sitting on either side of what is left of his dick.

He looks up at me, and his eyes are sad. I can see that his nut sac is gone. He pushes on one of the lumps he pushes it down. "Fuck." He moans.

"You ok Zach?" I ask stupidly.

"No, it hurts Brett. It's my nuts they started pulling up about an hour ago. They fucking hurt. I am losing my nuts. Look my sac is fucking gone," he says.

I sit down on the bed next to him. He pushes me away at first but then starts to sob. His high-pitched sobbing reminds me how far along he really is.

"Shit Brett. I don't want a pussy. I don't want to be a fucking breeder," he leans into me and I see the orbs on either side of his cock pulse and twitch and he groans. It feels sickening to see those are nuts.

I sit with him as he sobs and moans. He keeps touching himself and those large lumps seem to get higher and higher. He runs his hands at one point down between his legs. The empty patch of skin pulled tight. His ball sac is empty and flush against his body. The seam down the middle is still visible. I also notice a small patch of pink below his cock almost like a large spot.

I sit with him as he moans in pain. It took a few hours. I take him for a warm shower and all the while his nuts rise up along his pubic bone squashed gently below the skin. Slowly they rise, and it was when we were sat on the bed. Zach looks away but I don't as his left nut slips back inside him, the right one not far behind.

His nuts have gone pulled up and inside of him. He pants. I noticed his hairy body is coated in a thin sheen of sweat. "Fuck that hurt. Thank god it stopped," he says to me

I look at him running his hand again where his balls used to hang. He looks at me and cries. "My balls Brett. They took my fucking nuts." He moans.

He stands up and his legs though muscular look strange. He has the V between them, the gap that runs from the tops of his thighs. That gap front to back the empty space where his balls and cock used to hang. Not all breeders get that V but Zach has it. His little button cock now alone in the trimmed thatch of pubic hair maybe 2.0 inches at most. From a distance, he looks like a breeder only up close can you see that his dick still has a slit for pissing. Zach now resembles a breeder more than ever without his low hanging orbs sucked away inside him.

I hugged him.

Zach's trauma doesn't really abate. We took him out for a drink. Gordon joins us. He keeps running his hands between his legs and getting Aiden to stroke his "Flat snatch." He laughs.

"Gordon seems to like his new role," Aiden says and chuckles.

Zach is down and the next day I find him struggling and crying on the toilet. The toilet and shower area is open. There is no privacy in this large open room. He is sitting on the toilet as he has had to pretty much for the last few weeks. But today he is crying.

I see a couple of other guys asking him what is wrong. I go over.

"What is it, Zach?"

"I can't piss," he says, and he looks in some discomfort and some confusion.

"What do you mean?" I say.

"My fucking piss slit closed up." I can't piss, and I need to fucking piss," he says.

As he says that and stands up water sprays down onto the floor. He pulls up his shrunken dick and it is coming out of a small hole under his little dicky. As he lifts the cocklet some of the spray lands on me as it is no longer forced down.

"What the fuck Zach you are pissing on me," I yell.

"NO!!!" He yells as he pisses everywhere. He tugs on his shrimp dick but it is really not a dick anymore it has lost any function. The hole finally closed. His cock head is closed. It will not shoot spunk or piss anymore. It is a clit in every sense, a piece of sexual flesh. An organ purely for pleasure. But a more compact pleasure, no shooting spunk, no hole to release, just a squidgy breeder pleasure button tucked away between his legs.

I see that he sees that. "Nooo." He says as his big body shudders as he sobs and pisses everywhere. He keeps tugging at the clit in his hands, and I can see him wince as he does. The sensitive fleshy tube between his legs is now a real clit.

"Noo." He sobs and I hold him as more of his piss dribbles onto me.

...

There are around 100 punished boys, almost all marked as whores, a very few others not. Just marked either by a cage or a cut dick. They are in various stages of their breeder journey; none of them have a full cunt yet.

We are waiting for that event. We have nearly ended our third month here. I have spent time with Liam and Mason mostly. Aiden is around but still seems coupled up with Gordon.

Zach will join us sometimes, and he seems so different. So subdued and still not happy. He keeps quiet about his sex life, but I know he has taken a lot of cock lately. He also seems to be getting on quite well with Brick. They tend to work out together. They have also taken to playing together. I wonder if Brick wants to form a new gang, The Breeder Boys.

I am finding my attraction to Liam has grown. My pale redhead prince. I have waited to ask about him and who he is, but he always manages to find a way to avoid telling me who he is, and his story.

For the most part I have not pushed, but I want to know more and strangely I need to know more. I often lack curiosity but not in this case, not where Liam is concerned. That thing in my chest when I see him. That feeling not just in my cock, but that swelling in my chest is pushing me.

Today he is horny, and we lie on the shady part of the lakeside. He is trying to get me to fuck him. I know the signs and he has been hard since we set off this morning.

"Come on Brett, let's fuck please," his voice is needy and funny I like him like this.

"No. I want to know about you, Liam." I tell him now because this is a good time to get him to talk. He is horny and wants me. I am not so horny which makes a change for me. So for once, I have the upper hand.

"You do know about me. I like to fuck and get fucked and you like to fuck me," He says grabbing my dick but I push his hand away.

"No Liam. Please. You are so different from the other boys and well I have started to like you," I say this and blush. I see him smile and blush.

"Like me. Love me even?" He asks sitting up.

"Don't push it. I like you a lot, let's leave it there. I just feel there are things you keep from me. I tell you everything, I even told you about Angel and how I fucked him," I say quietly.

"What do you want to know?" He says.

"Simply put Liam, I want to know who you are." I say.

He looks away.

.......

(Chapter 16.) Liam's tale.

"I am not from Albion," he says.

"I was born in Avon. It is a small country over the Fenton Ocean and to the north. In Avon, men choose if they keep their penis or have a vagina. They choose who they partner with. They are not given ass pussies or tits unless they want them. There are no breeders, not as you know them, and most men choose to look and remain like men. Enough men chose to take on breeding responsibilities, and there is no shame about that. This country is barbaric and backward in how it forces people to be changed against their will. In Avon, there are drugs people can take but they are just that, chemicals and drugs, not strange mythical compounds from fake gods. No Gold Nectar, no Blue Narcissus, just pills and injections made in labs."

"Sssh Liam. Not the gods," I say, while I am not a great believer, unless I need something, I am also not one for tempting fate.

"That is all so silly, the gods. Your crazy gods. Sorry, Brett, I will be respectful."

"Just one thing, so you mean people choose what they want to be? This seems very strange," I ask, because I am not sure how this would work.

"Brett, your people in Albion you know nothing of the outside world; it is kept away. No real visi casts, no news, just bulletins and lies you are taught. There is so much more than what you know or are told. Yes, in my homeland, many people lead a variety of lives, and they choose those lives willingly."

"Who would choose that? Who would choose to have a pussy? Liam, are you mocking me?"

He looks at me and laughs. "No baby, this is all true. Many people choose that. I might, you might."

"Not me Liam, I wouldn't choose to have a cunt. That is insane," I see Liam blush but he still answers me.

"Not really. Having a cunt, as you say, is not seen as anything bad. You are no better or worse than anyone else. Dicks and pussies are not what makes you a person. Many couples take turns. Some, quite a few, find they prefer having a pussy."

"Really, are you sure you are not kidding me? Breeders are made because, well, that is who they are meant to be. Even Zach. I am sure deep down he was meant to be the way he is going," I say quietly, and Liam rolls his eyes.

"In Avon Pussy men have jobs. They run countries, they are equal in every way," he says.

"Ha, nobody with a pussy is really equal. We know that isn't true," I got him.

"So tell me, Angel or Jake your brother, he is not equal to you now," he says.

"Well no, he is a breeder, but You are tricky. That is not fair. Jake is different. Something went wrong there. No system is perfect. So tell me, is this really true? Have you ever really known such people?" I say, changing the subject before I say something about Jake that I don't mean, or something that is flat out cruel.

"Yes, a lot." He says.

"Would you do it? Have a pussy," I ask him?

"For the right person, yes. If they loved me and I loved them, yes, I would think about it. Why wouldn't I?" He smiles.

"Mmm, this seems odd to me. This is like that story, are you the prince?" I say and laugh.

"I am always your Prince, my love." Liam says and laughs, but when he uses that word `love' my chest feels the funniest it ever felt.

"Anyway, do you want to know about me or not," Liam asks?

"Yes, sorry," I reply.

"So, for instance, my mother was working for the government. He was an assistant to the Foreign Minister of Avon. My father is on the Senate for Albion and was visiting Avon. My mother fell in love with my father and chose to have a pussy.

For several years they would meet and have sex and then they had an accident. The drug that gave my father his vagina was only temporary. But he was unlucky. The condom broke. Being contaminated with semen made the pussy permanent, and he became a pussy guy."

"So your mother didn't choose it then? Your mother, that happened by accident?" I ask.

"Yes it was an accident but he was the one who used to have a pussy." Liam replies.

"So he was already behaving like a breeder?"

"Brett, not quite a Breeder. That is a term used here. It is not how other people see the world. He was still a man, just one who would choose to act out that role of a receptive partner with a pussy during sex. He knew there were risks but was willing to take them because that was a choice, but he wasn't forced to do that."

"Mm, this all still sounds very strange to me. I was your receptive partner, and I don't want a pussy," I say

"Yes, I know, and that was very good of you." He says, and I can sense he is getting a little weary of my interruptions. "So my mother eventually got pregnant. I was born. My mother didn't want to leave to come to Albion. It was so backward, and he would be a second-class citizen. My father wouldn't leave Albion. He was a senator, a man of power, and already had 5 sons and 1 breeder partner. He had always preferred the company of other men and bulls to breeders and somehow he really liked the company of pussy men like my mother, but he wasn't willing to give up his life here."

"Wait, hold on, so you really do believe that Albion, the greatest country in the world, the land of Lucas the Great, and his glorious 16 inch cock is backward?" I think I showed him.

"Well, to be brutally honest, most of the bulls here are quite monstrous. The Golden Nectar is just a series of drugs and to get so big. To stay so big they have to take more drugs. They then have to take drugs to get hard and have sex. Being a bull is not all you think. Many of them struggle, and all those drugs are toxic. It is not what you think, but can we at least agree to differ," he says, but I won't let that go so easily.

"No. So you are really telling me you wouldn't want a 16 inch dong? That is ridiculous," I say and laugh at him.

"No, I wouldn't want a 16 inch dong. I am quite happy with what I have, actually, and when it was in you, so were you. Imagine how much that would hurt. You whimpered like a baby when I fucked you with my dick and yours is bigger than it needs to be. If I am honest, Brett, you could do with a couple fewer inches," Liam says.

"Really? No." I was wounded for a second but thought about his dick going in my ass and then one as big as mine. "I guess it would hurt. So my dick, it hurts you?" I ask.

"Sometimes, but it also feels good after a while. You know that? But any bigger and unless I had a backdoor boy cunt it would hurt like hell. There would be no way I could take it in my mouth, in my ass," he says.

"Mm, but Breeders can take it," I say.

"Yes Brett, but they are modified to do that. Monster dongs are not normal, ass cunts are not normal and trust me, breeders are only able to take that because they are bigger built and are modified to be slightly more accommodating, but many of them still find sex painful. Think about Thomas, ask Angel."

"I might just do that. So what happened to your dad then and is he really a senator?" I am still trying to process what Liam is telling me and not really believing everything he says even though now it is said it makes perfect sense. This boy is tricky.

"Yes, he is a senator and he and my mother drifted apart. My mother remarried for a while but had no more children. My father was not someone I really knew, not until I was about 15. He visited me and brought me to Albion. I was shocked when I visited the city, but I was kept in Boystown and never allowed to visit anything other than the boys' areas. I lost my virginity in a pleasure bar in Boystown and had fun that way, but the whole place seemed brutal. The trade in breeders is a source of income for Albion. That is why there are so many, but the main source of income comes from the production of compounds that make drugs.".

"So do they have Boystown's in Avon and other countries," I ask?

"No. They have bars and pleasure houses and sex shops but boys are not kept apart from the adult world," Liam says.

"Really so you lived in the adult world," I ask?

"Yes. NO. There is no boys' world and an adult world where I come from." He sounds frustrated with me now.

"I bet you enjoyed fucking a breeder though that first time, didn't you?" I ask.

"Well no, not really. I was too young and I was scared the breeder was about your height and I was only 5 feet 8 inches. I felt really scared. I couldn't get hard enough to fuck him...Anyway, he got me hard and we did stuff. So no, it wasn't great."

"My first time was great," I say and think about that time with Jake when he took me to Boystown and I fucked a breeder.

"Well, obviously, Brett the Rod God, why would it be anything less. Do you want to know anymore?" Liam says, mocking me and sounding a little annoyed.

"Sorry," I reply. "Pray continue," I tell him.

"This place, even at 15, seemed wrong. I couldn't understand how men would become whores that so few men would enjoy the life they were born to. I was told about the academies of Albion. For every 100 men, a small number would become a bull. Breeder mates could be purchased, some would be sold to foreign lands and the rest would serve in pleasure houses in the academies or around the city; it seemed so backward. No breeder could have credit, property, or power. They were purely for sex and reproduction. It seemed, NO, it is barbaric.

"There was no talk of love or marriage in this place. I couldn't wait to leave. I vowed to myself I would never live here, even though my father said I could live with him.

"Then my mother got really ill from a rare toxic poison. He was going to die. One of the doctors in Avon told me there was a treatment that was risky and experimental, but it was here in Albion. That might work. If I wanted to save my mother, my father would be able to help," Liam says.

"Is this the brutal backward Albion you were speaking of earlier Liam?" I say, "That Albion?" I know I have him here.

"Yes OK, but for the most part, this is a hateful place. You know medical science advances here so quickly. Did you know five years ago the academy in Lower Albion killed 10 breeders? They died when they experimented on them with a drug to grow their dicks back. The voice spunk treatment was dangerous for years; breeders could die from toxic shock just sucking off a guy while the scientists tried to perfect the spunk method of voice change. Nearly every change they make here is some sort of experiment performed on subjects without their consent. To advance the science of bulls and breeders," Liam says.

"See, Albion is a great country. We take risks to make things better. Cocks bigger, breeders more breederish, whatever they don't really matter. This is the way of a great place. Your Avon views do seem strange," I say.

"No, Brett. Oh, dear. Anyway, I spoke to my father, and he made a deal with me. I would come and live with him here, and he would help out and treat my mother," Liam says.

"So your mother, he got better," I ask hoping that is the case.

"He is alive and back in Avon and I am here with my dad," Liam says.

"But you hate it here? You could become a breeder? I guess your father has rigged it for you?" I ask and hold my breath.

"Nobody is that powerful. What will be, will be. My chances are as yours are," Liam says, and I cling to my dream he could still be my breeder partner. My first and the best breeder I will have. Maybe my only breeder partner. I think, but put that notion out of my mind. My dream is still alive. The feeling in my chest, the nice feeling.

"So you are the kind of guy who would give up your dick for love. Hmm." I say. "You are like the prince in the Golden Cock ring story. You are my prince." I say and kiss him on the cheek.

"For the right guy, I might." He says and grins at me and blushes.

"Now though, Liam, we really do need to talk about some of these strange ideas of yours. Let's get a few drinks and chat some more and then later we can fuck each other." I say.

"Deal." He says and grins.

(Chapter 17.) Popping.

Liam told me his story, and I am amazed at the world beyond our country. I can't really understand why men could choose to be breeders. That his mother chose to have a pussy even for a while. Seems strange. Who would want such a thing? I fear his mother really wanted a pussy all along and broke the condom on purpose, but I dare not say that to Liam.

He talked of love and romance and marrying and partnerships. This is wrong. So wrong. Breeders and Bulls can't be equals. I felt that further discourse on those subjects could quite easily lead to an argument, but he has some funny ideas. I soon realized there would be no real meeting of minds on these topics, but at least we did fuck.

I rather suspect that, as his father is so rich and powerful, he will never be a breeder. There are only 9 senators and they run Albion. Even I know that. I am sure the son of someone that powerful will escape the cut and that makes me sad. I want him as my breeder partner. I wonder if we could lie together as bulls. In fact, I don't want that in my head. I want him as my breeder mate. I would let him be as equal as the laws allow and, in private, he would be my friend as we are now.

I would be a kind and loving bull. Oh, my love Liam, he will look so great with that red hair, big milky pale tits on that white skin. I wonder if he would grow his hair long like Angel. His soft skin is no longer able to grow hair, soft and smooth, sensitive to my touch. A tidy cunt and small clit wet and ready for my huge bull cock. That is what I want, that is my fantasy, that is how I see this working out. Me fucking Liam's breeder cunt, doggy, as I pull back his long red hair. Him screaming with a thin high voice as I fuck him. He said his father hadn't rigged it, and I hope he didn't lie to me about that.

I know he talked about romance and love and sometimes I sort of know what he means. That feeling in my chest when I am with Liam is getting stronger. He is alien and foreign, exotic, sexy and handsome. Fuck, I get so hard thinking about him.

....

The popping has started and Angel tells me that when they do the breeders after the division, this is all done in three months flat. Angel also told me that with a large enough dose, they can change a guy into a breeder in a week. I think about what mother said about Bull Walker and that would make sense.

I didn't know the guy I saw pop first. I was in the sports bar. He stood at the bar chatting and flirting. His dick was hardly visible, and his skin had swollen up around his clit, which was pointing down, not hanging, tucked away like a clit. His mound was starting to swell and it almost covered his clit. He seemed to have a seam between his legs. He was sitting down and then it happened, the fucking thing exploded.

It was quite a sight. He spread his legs and looked funny, almost like he was taking a shit. I could see the skin where his balls had been, and it just expanded like a frog's mouth and that bulge of skin just grew. The skin had a translucent quality to it. You could almost see the cloudy pink fluid inside and that thin layer of growing skin almost like watching a huge blister form in fast motion covering something beneath.

That bulge just seemed to get bigger and bigger and then a small swirl of pink fluid filled the blister. Within seconds the whole thing explodes and slime flies everywhere. I had seen births before, and this almost seemed like that, only without a baby. I watch on in horror as his cunt forms with a gape now visible between his legs. His pussy spews out more loads of pink muck and fluid. He was in tears as he stroked his freshly minted cunt with horror, coating his hands in slime.

The thin membrane had been concealing the lips and hole of his pussy. As they wiped him clean you could see the now smaller gape on his new fuck hole, the freshly fucked look. The skin around his clit had plumped up and swallowed most of his clit but the head poked out of his slit. It was quite a nice pussy, tidy and symmetrical, the lips mostly hidden by a clean thin slit, only a small bit of cut clit head poking out.

He looked so shocked and confused. He cried as his friends walked him out. I wondered if any of them would fuck him back at the dorm.

I was with Zach, Liam, Gordon, and Aiden when it happened. I could see Gordon smile and Zach also didn't look as sad as I thought he might.

"Shit, I am going to carry wipes around with me for the next few days," was all Zach said, and he carried on drinking his beer.

Zach and Gordon both popped the next day. Gordon had popped in his sleep and covered Aiden in his slime as they were sharing a bed.

I woke up to see Aiden showering. Gordon joined him, and he looked so strange with big puffy cunt lips and a slit. Now a full breeder, only without the tits and still some body hair, but it was unmistakable he was changed. They kissed and began to make out. I watched as Aiden's tiny dick sprang to life as he helped Gordon clean his cunt in a way that had very little to do with cleaning.

Zach was out with Brick; when he popped (Brick had popped the day before) they seem to be getting along quite well these days.

So it is something of a shock when Brick and Zach come back to the dorm together that night, both drunk. They are laughing and stumbling drunkenly into bed together, waking up half the dorm.

The next morning, Brick and Zach are asleep; they are both in chastity belts and both have more ink. Brick has a new one on his face, a small bright pink butterfly, and down his neck more butterflies to match his cunt tattoo. Zach has one down his left arm and his right arm more orchids again.

However, that is not the most noticeable change on either one of them. They are both sporting a pair of tits each. Zach, in particular, looks strange. His thick swirling dark hair coats the fat orbs and his are big. Bricks are smaller but still noticeable.

When they wake up they both need beer, as the hair of the dog and Liam and I go with them. We have coffee, and they tell their tale of what happened.

"So Brick helped me clean up. Fuck Brett, pussy puke everywhere, all over the walkway just over there. Felt so fucking weird and also, you know, crazy as this sounds a bit of a relief. I wasn't fucking pleased, obviously, but it was like thank fuck for that. Three months of being tortured, slow, stupid, the humiliation of being changed into a whore finally over. I get it. I am a breeder. I just was so over it." Zach says.

"Anyway, Brick took me to shower off at the gym as that was the closest place to clean up and I got people looking at me. I knew the boys were staring as they have been since the cage days but one guy popped a boner as I showered and he just stared. I could see from his fucking boner what he wanted and do you know something?

I felt crazy hot and empty between my fucking legs. Like a burning in my belly, a small slow burn. My skin seemed flushed but like all over and that crazy empty feeling and my clit poking out sort of bigger like a fake fucking boner.

I was getting a clit boner, and this is an ugly fucking cunt as well. In a way, I am pleased the cage hides it. It looks like it has been fucked 100 times. The lips are big, the slit doesn't close, the fucking thing is wonky. This left fucking flap is hanging down, trust me, when I take this fucking cage off you will see it.

Anyway, I hated it when I had my first cunt boner. Ass drip is bad enough but fucking cunt boners. And the guy just stands and I am looking at his dick like I am seeing something for the first time. We all know I had a few dicks by now but now it's strange. I have this dull fucking ache and I wanted to rub my clit and fuck something," Zach pauses and takes another swig of beer and orders more. I think about telling him to slow down. He is already half-drunk and wasn't that sober from last night. I let him talk.

"So anyway, I tell Brick I need to go," Zach turns to Brick, "so you suggested."

"Sports bar. Mid-week, no sports, should be quiet. At least, that's what I thought," Brick says.

"Fucking place is heaving, jam-packed. It is full of cock. So, newly minted Zach, here and me, well, we hardly dare sit down. I mean the pair of us fucking dripping. My snatch was fucking soaking just looking around at all those cocks. It doesn't stop us, though we take a seat and have a few drinks. The place quiets down a bit. We move seats because after a while it is like sitting in your own fucking piss. Then Phil walks in," Brick says.

"Yeah, Phil is an old friend of Brick's. One of the bully boys," Zach says.

I let out a giggle that name is so dumb. I couldn't help it, and I feel Liam digging my ribs.

Zach looks at me. "Huh? Anyway, Phil is an asshat he really is. He thinks he is the big alpha on campus. Can't stand you Brett, by the way," Zach adds.

"NO, Phil fucking hates Brett. Don't even mention Brett's name in front of him. Phil fucker hates you. He calls you faggot number 1," Brick says, and I hear Liam laugh.

"Don't laugh Red; you are faggot number 2," Brick says to Liam, who stops laughing. "Anyway, Phil says he will fuck you Red and you Brett in the western campus when you are breeder bitches." Brick says in that charming way.

"I don't think getting fucked in the western campus is a thing, is it?" I say and Liam digs me again.

"Phil won't be fucking anyone now." Says Brick and laughs.

"Shut up Brick; you are spoiling the story." It was Brick's turn to get a dig in the ribs from Zach.

"So it was Phil and his friend Nick who walked over to us. They have a few drinks with us and then Nick starts getting handsy with me. He is touching my ass and asking me if he can feel my pussy and I see that Phil is giving Brick the same treatment.

"The conversation turned a bit nasty. They say something about Brick being a butt slut and how he has had more cock in his ass cunt than most of the whores in the pleasure rooms. They start talking about us and how we will beg for their dicks. They laugh at us and say how a couple of ugly whores like us won't need cobra blood and how they might give us a pity fuck, but probably not.

"Phil then outright tells Brick that he wants to fuck him and Brick says no. They start to turn a bit rough. Phil is like you won't be able to say that when you're working the whore house you dumb bitches. Then I suggest they are right, and we should head over to the trainee whore house and use the orgy room. Brick says no fucking way but I grab him and we go off and bitch piss together. I tell him I have a little plan. And this was the plan," Zach says, squeezing his tits together.

"Shh." Says Brick.

"Oh fuck it Phil and Nick are cut already and we got to wear a cunt belt for a week. We still got a butt to fuck," Zach says and laughs.

"Yeah, but what if they might make it two weeks? I am fucking crazy horny already," Brick chimes in.

"So you fucked them raw and they let you?" Liam asks.

"Yeah," Zach says.

"No," Brick adds. "Phil let me get on his dick raw. No condom, nothing. I knew I had that fucker banged to rights the minute his fuck stick was in me. It wasn't a great fuck, but getting these was better than any fucking orgasm I had. They are not that big, though. Zach's are much bigger."

"Heavy, surprisingly heavy," Zach says, squeezing his tits. "Nick wouldn't let me ride him raw. He put a condom on but once he got going, I whipped it off and tossed it across the room. Fucker didn't realize it till it was too fucking late. Fuck, best fucking orgasm I ever had was going to titty city. Look at them, Brett, they are fucking huge and they feel so fucking hot," Zach says and laughs a dirty high-pitched laugh.

"So the guards believed you then?" I ask.

"Well duh, these are proof," Brick says, wobbling his new breeder tits.

"I mean that was what got me when they started talking about giving us tits when they are bulls. I got to thinking about Brett and Thomas and you, Brett well you nearly got cut and that was a genuine accident. I knew Nick and Phil had both been warned about trying to fuck a breeder in the ass without condoms a week ago. You know how, if they ask to rubber up, you gotta do it. So that was on their data," Zach says.

"Fuck. So they cut them?" I ask.

"Yes, last night. They locked us up and said, while we appeared to be the innocent parties here we needed to make sure that no more cunt sex for a while. Seven days of cunt cage for us, also we need to get checked to make sure we are not knocked up," Zach says and looks glum.

"Yeah fucking hope not didn't think about that as a part of your plan did you dumb bitch," Brick says to Zach.

"Neither did you." Zach says.

I look at Liam and I really don't want to stick around these two much longer. I make our excuses and we get up to leave. As we head off I hear Brick.

"Fuck my snatch is really sweaty in this cunt belt, my pussy is going to stink," says Brick.

"Ha, it already does, you dumb bitch," Zach replies.

(Chapter 18.) Sweet lies.

The time is passing so quickly and the division is getting closer.

I have gotten very close to Liam, Mason, and Angel. The others are friends, but not close friends. Aiden spends a lot of time with Gordon now. I can't really blame Aiden for enjoying the attention he gets. I also don't really see much of Brick. He has changed so much. I know he puts on a show with Brick, but I sometimes see him looking at himself. The inner sadness and the loss I see sometimes in his eyes.

I haven't seen much of Jonas and that really is a good thing. He makes a habit of winding me up. I do see him halfway through the fourth month.

Jonas is by the library and for once he walks over to me.

"Morning," I say.

"On your way to the gym?" He says.

"Yes, I am supposed to be meeting Mason over there."

"Nice." He says in that simpering way he has when he doesn't really mean anything of the kind.

"Brett, just a quick thing. I heard a rumor about your friend Liam that he is 23. That his father is a senator and has rigged it for him to be a bull because his sons all ended up breeders. Well, apart from the one bull who went crazy and killed a man. That one is now working in a pleasure house in one of the seedier parts of the adult town. Is that true?" He says with a smirk.

I look at Jonas and I know he is trying to get a rise out of me. My blood rises and I want to punch the little fuck. I count to ten.

"Yes, it is true," I say calmly.

"Mmm. I am surprised he told you that. I guess you are closer than I thought. How nice for you. I think you will make a terrific breeder pair for him. Of course, if he told you all that, he must have told you he made a deal with his father to stay here. He would be the only bull son and inherit his father's position." Jonas carries on, but I won't let him get to me. I know he is pushing me, but I am trying to process this.

"Jonas, what is your point?" I say.

"None. I am just surprised that you of all people would want to be a mated breeder pair, you as his breeder obviously. Still, you will make a terrific breeder with a nice little pussy between those muscly legs. Still, a breeder to a senator, wow you have done well for yourself." He adds, trying to kick the hornet's nest.

"Yes, Jonas. That is the plan. I would have told you sooner, but I discussed it with Liam and Angel and, yes, I will be Liam's breeder pair," I say.

He looks confused, he stands there and the smirk is gone. "Oh," he says.

"Well, I need to rush off. I want to stay in shape for Liam. He likes a muscular breeder. Speak soon." I say.

"I wouldn't bother with your chest, brother dearest," he says as I walk away. I don't reply.

The little snot wasn't expecting that. I feel my pulse race and my temples pound as I walk away calmly but fuming. One at Jonas, he was pushing his luck back there. Playing silly games. Was he trying to get me to punch him and fight with him again? And Liam. He has lied to me. I fucking knew it. I knew he hadn't told me everything. I walk to the gym and there is Mason.

He can tell I am angry, and I take out my anger on the weights. I try to process what Jonas said.

Mason wants to go for a swim. I don't.

I head over to the Trainee Bar. There is Angel.

He looks at me. "Brett, what is it? What is wrong honey?"

"Angel, he lied to me, Liam lied to me," I say and start to sob.

......

Angel took me to one of the back rooms. The place is quiet, it is still early but there are people fucking and I feel that crushing weight in my chest.

"Tell me what is it?" Angel asks.

I tell him what Jonas said and how it differs from what Liam told me and how I feel stupid for believing Liam when he said his father wouldn't pull any strings. I cry and tell him I feel betrayed and that I hate Liam.

"I hate him, Angel. I hate him. I feel so dumb. I let him fuck me. More than once. I would never have done that with any other boy," I say sniffling.

"Oh, honey. Sweet lovely Brett," he laughs. "You don't hate him at all."

"I do," I say, and he hands me a wipe.

"No, you don't. Brett honey. You are not angry with him. You really aren't, so maybe he did lie by not telling you he will be a bull. But you are angry because you wanted him as your breeder," Angel says to me.

"No that's not it," I say and pull away.

"Yes, Brett, honey, it is true. You are angry at yourself for falling in love and now you don't know how it will end. It isn't Liam's fault. Not really," he says.

"That isn't true. He lied." I look at Angel and the warm feeling I get in my chest when I see Liam is there. Only now it is dark and horrible, and it is eating me up and I cry.

"What if he had told you the truth, Brett? I have seen how he looks at you and the way you look at him. That is real love. That can't be faked. These past few months, you have learned how to love someone and really love them. I never thought you would. I thought you were going to fuck everyone in here and then some and those first few weeks you did. But you come in here and the other breeders just fade away and when he is here with you there is nobody else in the room," Angel says, still holding me in his strong arms.

"Liam is the same. The way he looks at you, if anything, I would say he has it worse for you. You know I asked around, other than Adam nobody else had him, and they would remember the redhead. Just think, imagine he had told you, crushed your dreams. See how sad you are now and then seeing him every day, knowing that you want him more than anything and it can't ever be. Won't ever be. Brett honey, he must hurt as much as you do, if not more. This place is hard," Angel says.

"You know he is the only son of a senator not turned breeder, Liam would have to murder someone in broad daylight to end up a breeder. He was never going to be a breeder, but he couldn't crush your fantasy, and when I say yours, I mean both of you, his and yours. But it was a fantasy Brett, a wonderful romantic fantasy. That is why you are sad, not because he lied, but because you wanted something in a way that was never going to be and it hurts," I listen to Angel, and I know he is right.

"Oh Angel, it hurts badly," I say, struggling to get the words out. "Why does it hurt so badly?"

"It only hurts so much because you love him so much," he says.

"Come cry on this shoulder." I leaned onto Angel's shoulder and sobbed. The pain in my chest doesn't fade.

"What is going to become of me? I could never love him if I was a breeder. I would be too ashamed for him to see me like that. Sorry but I would," I say sniffling.

"If you listen to me, and you should, Brett. Enjoy the time you have left together. Don't let Jonas, or anything else spoil it for you; neither of us knows what the future holds.," Angel strokes my hair and I cry. I hate love it is a dumb emotion. I hate Liam and his stupid lies. Only I know Angel is right. I understand why Liam lied or at least didn't tell me his full truth? Angel is right. I do need to make the most of it because it will end, but I don't want it to, but it will end. I can't believe it, I am so fucking dumb I come into this fucking pussy heaven and I fucking fall in love.

...

(Chapter 19.) Be careful of running water.

The fifth month is quite strange. We now have around 100 of the original guys who are living with us but on their way to breederhood. Guys like Brick, Zach, and Gordon already have pussies and are using them. Then, every once in a while, a new guy is in a cage. Or a cut guy on his way. A small part of me wants to see more of the guys falling by the wayside, but however many there are, it is still nowhere near enough.

Brick and Zach, once they were released from their cunt belts, soon took the situation well. They are still the only two of the new intake with breasts. It is still something of a rarity in the guys in the trainee pleasure house. The whores in the main pleasure house have them but very few trainees do. Which makes me think about what I did to poor Thomas.

I was surprised that sheathing is one of those things that is generally well respected in Albion. I wasn't sure that wasn't something they just used to tell us, boys, in sex ed. However, having seen the consequences for a breeder, I suppose it makes sense.

So, Brick and Zach are attracting a lot of attention and, for the most part, are enjoying that. So much so, they might as well be working in the trainee whore house. I think for someone like Zach and possibly Brick who were kind of brutish looking, the fact they are now almost desirable is a novelty for them. They act like a couple of breeder whores already. They sit around and gossip about the guys they fuck and even sit around with Angel and ask for tips and advice. I look at the two of them, Zach the violent monkey boy and Brick the bully boy, and laugh and worry about how quickly they fell into new roles. Roles they seem almost to enjoy. There are those odd moments like when they had their first bleed when they were not as happy about their status. I think that was almost a sobering moment for Zach, the reminder that now that novelty hole between his legs was not just a fun tunnel but a baby exit. Seeing him on the string was quite sobering for many guys. Zach's journey is almost complete.

But I think for a pair of former bullies like Brick and Zach, I think they enjoy the power of their pussies. They both started to mock Aiden and Gordon about Aiden's small cock. Silly throw-away comments that had stopped are now back. Sly remarks to Gordon about how when he joins them as a trainee after the division he can find out what a real cock feels like. The odd passing remark or giggle to Aiden. I spoke to Zach about that when I heard him refer to Aiden as "shrimp dick".

Zach looked surprised when I pulled him aside.

"But you called him shrimp dick for years, Him and your brother Jonas," Zach says to me as I tell him to cut it out.

"Yeah, and it was wrong. It upsets him, and he told me when we got here it upset him, so I stopped. I just hadn't given it much thought, Zach, but I don't want to be the sort of guy that goes around intentionally hurting people and I think deep down neither do you?" I say.

"Well, he is just being overly sensitive, it is just a bit of fun. Fuck, in a few more weeks he might not even have a dick, then he really will have something to be sensitive about," Zach says defensively.

"Yeah, or he might have a dong, the size of Tex the Legendary and he might end up sticking it to you and reminding you how hurtful you were to him. The same goes for all the other guys you've been fucking with and laughing at. Look, Zach just don't say anything like that to Aiden. If our friendship ever meant anything to you, please," I say.

"I might, if you do something for me," Zach says. I notice the look in his eyes.

"What Zach?" I ask.

"I want the double. Brick and I heard how you and Liam played a bit of double dick with Adam. I reckon if you did that again. Well, I would never say anything mean again. Well, about Aiden at least," Zach says, and my hairy muscular, big-titted breeder friend really has changed. I look at him and think.

"Will you really stop mocking Aiden if Liam and me double fuck you both? You are sick." I say.

"I can tell you are already thinking about it," he says and smiles.

.....

Brick and Zach are sitting drinking beer. Liam is grinning and produces some of his illicit cobra blood.

Zach was right about his cunt. It is ugly. Zach's big fat glans poking out of his lips at all times, bigger than most breeders. Thick, asymmetrical lips that hang open, unlike the neat, tidy, tucked away lips of Gordon, or Brick, or that first guy to pop, whichever one you want to compare. Instead, Zach has a set of loose lips with one that's always hanging out more than the other.

Brick, on the other hand, has an OK-looking cunt. He has a little bit of one of his lips hanging out on the left, but it is not noticeable and you hardly ever see his clit. What is remarkable is the way it looks now. His butterfly tattoo stretches across most of his midriff. Its wings run down his thighs and up to his chest. The belly button forms the head. The strange-looking thing that was the abdomen, that had always looked odd with a dick and balls at the bottom. Now the ink runs up from the bottom of his slit right up his belly. It really is a remarkable piece of work. It's somewhat like Thomas and his abstract cat that turned into a cute plump pussy across his chest, this artist clearly knows what they were doing and has a vision. Like many things about the academy, humiliation is the key and on the huge frame of the muscle giant, it is comical.

"Come boys, let's get this show on the road. I am up first", Brick says as he takes the cobra blood from Liam.

"That is not fair. I fucking set this up. You fucking bitch," Zach says petulantly. The pair bicker for a while like the unsavory pair of bitches they have become. They are both vigorous, vocal, and voracious.

"Fuck those fucking breeder holes. Fucking hell my snatch feels so fucking stuffed." Brick yells as he does more of the riding than being ridden. I pretty much give up trying to fuck Brick and let him do the work. All those hours in the gym on his thick legs let him pump up and down like some kind of crazy workout.

I am mostly just enjoying the feel of my dick pressed to Liam's and that gets me off just the feel of Liam's cock squashed up against mine as Brick rides the two of us front and back. I love the pressure of Bricks pumping up and down and squeezing our dicks together inside of him.

Zach is much better. We actually fuck him. It seems so strange to see him like this on my cock. I know I fucked his ass and watched his journey, but those flowers on his body, his furry fat tits, and the smell of his wet breeder cunt remind me that it was my old brute of a friend and now he is nothing more than a new Albion whore.

Liam gets quite vocal with Zach. "Go on Zach rub that clit. That tiny breeder clit," he yells at him.

"Yeah, sad fucking clit all you got left of your cock, a sad piece of fucking cut clit. Dumb breeder bitch." Liam says, but it is relentless and mean. I know Liam doesn't like Zach that much but something about it upsets me a little.

"Dirty whore you splashed your fucking pussy piss on me. Dirty whore," Liam grabs Zach by the chin "Lick it up now you filthy whore." Liam says as Zach cums all over us. Is this how Liam sees breeders? Is he showing off or just into this?

"Yes sir," Zach says in that breeder's whine. Zach does, and I almost join him not out of any desire to do that, but more out of fear.

Fuck, Liam can be dominant. I see that he already sees that he will be a bull. If I end up a breeder, would he treat me like that? I wonder but try to put such thoughts out of my mind. I will be a bull with him. Zach and Brick eventually leave Liam and me alone in the back room that Angel got for us. They are going to get drunk, which, given they already are, seems to be taking drunk to a whole new level.

When they leave, Liam looks at me. "Brett, you know something. I think I can safely say that was the worst fuck ever. That pair are awful, please don't ever make me do that again," somehow I feel relieved that he was just playing a part, and we both start laughing.

......

I had finally managed to persuade Angel or Jake into seeing mother for a family visit. However, I can sense that Jake is worried about Mother seeing him as Angel.

"How do I look, Brett?" Angel says, fussing around with his long blonde hair.

"Amazing. You look great. Besides, he will be drunk, it won't matter," I say.

"Oh god, that is easy for you to say. I am shitting myself here," Angel says to me.

"Come on, my dear, let me escort you; time for your big entrance. Mother, your big new breeder whore Angel," I say, linking his arm and laughing as we walk through the door.

"Brett play nicely." He says to me with pleading eyes.

Mother is stood in his finest again. I notice how much he looks like Angel. He is an older, less toned version of his son. They even have similar looking pussies. He sees us walking arm in arm and bursts into tears.

"Oh, My Jake, you look so wonderful. Look at you. So well....Well, you are beautiful," Mother says.

"You do know I am a whore now, mother?" Angel says tartly.

"Jake, that is no way to talk in front of your mother and he is right, you do look beautiful. If I wasn't your brother, I would be very tempted," I say.

Angel looks at me and glares.

Mother hugs us, and we get a whiff of breakfast wine, despite that it is quite emotional.

"So Jake, how are you? I was so worried when you wouldn't see me. You know I would love you no matter what and who you are. This is Albion, this is who we are," he says, and that makes me think about what could happen to me after what Liam said about Albion.

"I'm good. It was hard at first with Nate, but you know," Angel says.

"He likes to be called Angel now, mother," I say, and Angel jabs me in the ribs.

"Oh, Angel. OK. Sorry I didn't know. Oh, of course, it goes with all the lovely art. Angel, oh my Angel," Mother says, running her hand over Angel's arm.

"Oh puke," I say.

"Brett, stop that now. He is my angel. You both are, no matter what happens to you. My boys. My big beautiful boys. Oh, hug me again and we can talk. I am quite overcome," Mother says.

He doesn't have much news, but Jake tells mother about being Angel. The conversation leads to sex, which I find a little disturbing. It must be a breeder thing. I know how Zach and Brick do this sort of thing all the time. I suppose boys do this, but it just seems odd to hear them talk this way.

"So mostly it is taking care of the boys and the customers, you know. I don't mind that I even quite like the sex part. I don't like them when they are too drunk, but I can handle myself," Angel says.

"Oh, that doesn't sound too bad and the sex, you like the sex? I miss that, especially with your father. Anyway, I was worried because not all new breeders take to sex so well. It is an adjustment," Mother says.

"Not easy at first, but you know once you get used to it. To be honest, most of them in the bar you just fake it but you get the odd one who hits the spot. But you know once you have had one cock you can..." Angel says.

"Take them all," Mother and Angel both say in unison and start to laugh, sharing some sort of bond.

"Anyway there is news, isn't there Brett," Angel says.

"What news?" I asked, surprised at where Angel is taking this.

"Brett here is in love," Jake says, and I see the devilment of my older brother.

"Really? Oh, do tell," Mother says.

"I am not," I say annoyed at Jake.

"Oh, he is so shy," Jake says and grabs my cheek. "Yes, Mother Brett found love with a senator's son no less. He is called Liam and he is quite a looker. He is a redhead slightly above average, you know down there, but oh so striking green eyes, tallish, athletic, clever. Big Brett has even taken to lying with him. And both ways who knew Brett was so versatile," Angel says, laughing, and I stare at him beet red.

"Thanks, Jake," I say.

"I thought it was Angel," Mother says.

"Yeah, right now it is Jake. Jake, the snake. He is not always an Angel." I nearly say more about that, but let that go.

"Oh, look at him blush. Oh well, you enjoy it while you can son. Love is a wonderful thing. I remember my first love oh my. Richard, oh my," Mother says and goes quiet and a little tear forms.

"What is it? What happened," Jake asks?

"It was terrible really, he drowned out by Pure Falls. Nobody's fault. One minute he was splashing around and showing off. The next he was caught in a strong current, and I can still see him now. Floating off and I stood there waving at him as he was washed away. I didn't know he was struggling for help; he looked just like he was waving. So I waved back. It was only when I caught his last words I realized something was wrong. Help Me. Ahh those words still haunt me. He looked just like you both. Tall blonde. Anyway, it was terrible." Mother continues, somewhat lost in his memory of this first love we knew nothing about.

"You never told us this before," I say.

"Well, I don't like to think about it, and your father doesn't like me talking about it. Well, he probably wouldn't care now, but those early years, you know...." Mother says and trails off, not telling us what he thinks we know.

"So was he your bull?" Angel asks.

"No. Can we change the subject? I find it upsetting. Anyway, Brett, enjoy it while you can. And if you are ever near any form of running water, do keep an eye on this Liam. Seeing a loved one float off like that can be really quite traumatic," Mother says and looks off into space.

"I suppose it would be," says Angel, and looks at me, and we realize that wine o'clock probably started a little earlier today than most.

The meeting was over too quickly and as we walked back Angel got a little teary.

"How was it?" I ask him.

"It was nice. I do wish he wouldn't drink so much," Angel says.

"I know, but I think years of neglect from father did that. And you know he really was never very kind to him. Angel, what is it? There is something else. I can tell," I say he is standing there and looks deep in thought and not in a good way.

"Nothing honey, just a story I heard a long time ago. Another man who drowned at Pure Falls. Seems like we both need to be careful of running water," Angel says and smiles.

"Does that mean the shower?" I say.

"Yeah, something like that." Angel laughs, but I can tell something is bothering him.

....

(Chapter 20.) Last days on the Eastern Campus.

I love spending time with Liam. We take turns fucking and sucking. I never thought I would suck another man's cock and now I have sucked him plenty of times. It isn't the thing I love to do, but he is pretty easy to take although he says I need to practice, cheeky fuck. I know he doesn't say that when I fuck him and apart from that time when he made me cum hands-free, he needs practice there.

I shouldn't complain. It is all good fun for both of us exploring what we like and don't like, and a part of me in my head knows he would be a great breeder. I still pretend in my head he will be my breeder, but I now know that is not where our future lies.

I still sort of cling to that dream of him as my breeder. However, I have also changed my views of what that would mean. I see Brick, Zach, Angel, and Adam acting out roles they never wanted. I know I could only really ever see myself with Liam as an equal, a true partner. Such a notion is even more impossible than my silly dream of him being a breeder. I hate this place and what it does to us.

I feel so confused that I fell in love with someone. I never expected such a thing to happen and yet here I am with him these last few months. This wasn't how I ever saw my time here. It never even really occurred to me that such a thing was possible.

I think as bulls, we could be friends, secret lovers but not partners. Then there is the other option, and I am not the prince and the golden cock ring. I am not willing to give up my dick, not even for Liam.

I know the day after Jonas told me about Liam, when Jonas saw us together he was livid. I could see that his sniping and provocation were for a really sinister motive, and he had failed. I was not going to allow anyone to spoil what I had with Liam. I have tried to forget everything and embrace these weeks with Liam as we are now.

Angel arranged some time for Liam and me in the back room of the Pro Bar. With Mark. Mark has legendary skills in the oral department, but overall, is the top-rated whore on campus. We find out that he usually works on the western campus but does a couple of nights with the boys in the professional pleasure house on the eastern side. He likes the variety.

I haven't spent a lot of time at the professional pleasure house and as we are greeted by the service bot and escorted through the packed room, I remember why. So many boys vying for so little pussy. The supply and demand ratio here is off the charts. It also has that edge in the air. It always does, and not the easy atmosphere of the trainee pleasure house.

Mark's backroom here is on another level. The room is large and has a huge bed and a number of contraptions and devices that I had only seen in a couple of the better pleasure houses in Boystown. A cross, a sling, a small bench, a selection of toys from fists to clit buttons. Whips and handcuffs. This feels very grown-up and when Mark finally makes an entrance he does so in style.

He has long dark curly hair on his shoulders and a big rack. He is covered head to toe in dragon tattoos; these are not the usually cute markings of a whore, and they seem to entwine and circle his muscles, each one designed to make every muscle and sinew in his body flow as he moves.

He tosses his hair back not 10 seconds after entering the room. He smiles, he has a strong jawline and chin and wide cheekbones, he is very attractive.

"Brett, Liam, hello I am Mark." His tits are average in size but seem to hold up well, and he has huge dark nipples each being caressed by a dragon's flame. He is one of the few breeders I have seen here who has a perfect slit. Symmetrical in every way and his clit doesn't poke out the bald pussy trapped in the dragon flames running down his slit, something sinister and inviting.

I get hard pretty quickly as he walks towards Liam and I notice Liam is hard as well. He strokes Liam's cheek and chest and runs his hands down to Liam's cock and strokes it. I move behind Liam and take the back.

Mark smiles at me. "This should be fun. I will lead Brett, and I assume you will follow." He giggles and we begin to make out. Mark doesn't take long to show Liam his oral skills, and I am amazed at how quickly he gets Liam off.

He stands up and smiles and grabs me and kisses me and I taste Liam's starchy spunk passed back into my mouth as we kiss.

Mark grabs my cock. "That is going in me, and your friend can lie behind you if he pleases," Mark says, and he drags me by my dick to the bed and lays on it letting go as he spreads his legs to display the slick wet folds of his cunt. He runs a hand up to his slit and exposes a small button of a clit.

"Come on Brett, sheath up and fuck me." Mark hisses and I clamber on top of him.

I fuck Mark hard, and Liam watches us for a while jerking his cock. At some point when I have Mark doggy, I smell the aroma cloth and realize that Liam is holding it under my nose. Liam plugs my ass and it hurts, but it is fleeting. His cock has hurt so much less, I can take him with relative ease and the three of us form a fuck train.

As I pound into Mark and Liam into me I feel a sharp pain on my ass and I turn my head. Liam is holding a small whip.

"Fuck," I say.

Liam strikes me again, and that pain is so good. We fuck for a little while longer and cum almost together, Liam first, which sets me off, and finally, Mark as I plunge into him, one shuddering thrust announcing my orgasm and starting his.

"You two are fun," Mark says as he freshens up a little. He looks at the marks on my ass.

He runs a hand along his collection of toys and pulls up a small paddle. "I think that friend of yours needs to be taught a lesson, Brett, he left some nasty marks on that big ass cheek," Mark says with a wicked grin.

We strap Liam to the bench, his arms to the front, his legs to the back, and I paddle him and fuck him while Mark talks dirty and plays with himself.

I cum hard in Liam, and I see the puddle of cum on the floor where Liam came. It doesn't take them long to decide it is my turn for some at their pleasure and they cuff me to the bed and tease me with soft feathers. They jerk me and tease me till I almost beg for relief. They lick and kiss and caress me. Liam licks the souls of my feet as Mark finally brings me to release with 30 seconds of sucking.

We both leave a little changed by the experience and our horizons a little broadened. Spanking was something Liam had done to me once or twice and I to him, but the toys lifted it to a new level. The array of toys and possibilities was for both of us a source of conversation and sexual excitement for the next few days. It wasn't that we didn't know about such things we did. It was that we had never really tried them or understood in the right setting and with the right people a whole world of edging, tickling, restraint, and sensuality could be achieved with such simple tools.

.......

(Chapter 21.) Tomorrow.

Those last days went in a flash. I mostly spent time with Liam; nothing else really mattered and we both understood that this was it. It was getting closer and my ass looser.

Brick and Zach seemed to almost have moved in mentally to their new roles as whores and would settle well. Gordan and Aiden were inseparable, and I avoided Jonas like the plague.

Angel gave me a pep talk. It was stuff like prepare for the worst and hope for the best. It was rubbish even for him, but it was not so much what he was saying, more that he was taking the time to say something.

.....

Then before I know it.

"It is the division tomorrow," I say I lie with my fat cock deep inside Liam's ass.

I go to pull out. "No please Brett, let's lie like this for a while," Liam says, and I feel my dick twitch deep inside him.

"I love feeling you inside me. I could lie like this all night," he says.

The moonlight bathes us. As we lie together. I feel my spunk in his ass on my cock. I stroke his face and he is crying.

"Don't cry, baby. I have a few more fucks in me yet," I say, as I feel my cock thicken.

I do pull out and he fucks me and when he pulls out I fear that won't be the last time for him in my ass. I fuck him one last time. My dick is a little sore from the last few days of fucking his asshole. My cock is now a perfect fit for his abused ass. I fear this could be my last time pulling my dick out of any hole, but especially his. I hear him fart, the fuck fart noise I love so much, and he giggles.

The night is growing a little chilly and I feel Liam shiver a little.

"Brett, I am scared." He says.

"I know."

"Do you think we will both be bulls?" Liam asks.

"I don't know. I guess that is the best outcome. Are you telling me, Liam, that you don't want to be my breeder bitch," I ask and laugh.

"No, not quite, but I don't want you to be mine. I know you let me fuck you, but I also know you only do that because it...Well, because it is me," he says.

I laugh. "Well that is true, but I am nobody's bitch," I say and kiss him.

"Oh, Liam, that feels sooooo good," he says, mocking me.

"Well, OK, maybe with you I can be your bitch sometimes. I do like it when you spank me and fuck me. I think it would be nice to be able to mix it up a bit with someone if I am honest. I kind of like getting fucked by you and I really love fucking you," I say.

He smiles at me and kisses me. "Well, you were born to fuck Brett. Everybody knows it," he says, and I feel a sense of pride.

"Liam, I know about your father, how you are his only non-breeder son and you made a deal. I know you will be OK. Jonas told me about 8 weeks ago. Somehow he knows and he told me. He was trying to goad me and it kind of backfired on him," I say.

"Little shit," Liam says angrily.

"So is it true you made a deal to save your mother? And that you really are 23," I ask?

"Yes. My father had five sons. 1 Breeder partner who died. Tom and John were his bulls. The other three were made breeders. Then Tom murdered a man. He was tried and convicted. Had the case not been so obvious, and the other man, a son of another senator, Senator Rolo, maybe father could have saved Tom. Dad's only bull son, John, died in a transporter accident. My father contacted me again and asked me to return. He wanted me as his bull son. I was his last chance. I could be one of the most powerful men in Albion on his death. I would get it all, his home, his credit, his senate seat; become president for a year someday.

At first, I said no. But then my breeder mother got ill. He was taking some drug that would restore his dick, but it didn't work. It was a trial drug. It gave him a strange toxic reaction and was killing him. Slowly. The treatment, well the only potential treatment, was here in Albion. So I made a deal. Mother came and, thank god, got better. My mother was livid when he found out I wasn't going back with him. He said he would rather have died than let me live out my life here. Even bulls only live half a life. Making someone a breeder, then making them a pair is not the basis for any kind of partnership or real love. He told me. I didn't understand what he meant. But I do now," Liam says, and I see him cry.

"I didn't understand till that day I met you, Brett. I saw you in that hall, big and strong. So handsome, so proud. My heart nearly burst out of my chest," Liam says.

"You did bust your nut, though," I say and he smiles. He lifts a hand to my cheek and strokes it.

"Brett, I will only ever have half a life without you, whatever happens. I mean...I will... Brett, I mean I love you," he says and I hold him while he cries a little.

I kiss him. "I know Liam, and I love you as well, probably more than I think you know," I say.

We sat quietly for a while.

"So, yes, I made a deal with my father. A deal with the devil. I think it will be a while before I speak to my mother properly again. It could be years before I see him. I miss him so much. So that was the deal." I see him shed another tear.

"I am so sorry I lied, I just wanted us to live in the dream before everything changes and now it is here tomorrow everything will change." He says.

"Well, we have lived that dream. So funny people say `Tomorrow never comes' but it does, and all too quickly," I say.

I put my arm around him.

I wonder what tomorrow will bring for us. Breeder or Bull. I will find out. Tomorrow.