Breeders and Bulls

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Breeders and Bulls Part 4

(Chapter 35.) Journey to the Western Campus.

We are finally allowed out into the western campus. We must wear cunt belts if we leave. This is no real freedom. Only the whores who are working in the bull pleasure house are allowed out of the secure area without their metal cunt belts. There is a bit of a mad scramble as most of us want to get out. Finally, after being cooped up for three months, 900 plus of us are about to be let out of our hell hole.

The whole thing is pandemonium, hundreds of breeders queuing for their belts and trying to work out how to put on a pussy protector for the first time. Then queueing to ensure they are secured and fitted properly and finally a further queue to leave. Mason and I agree to let the mad morning dash go first. We wait and head out just after a workout and lunch. Some of the breeders are already back. I hear one guy from our dorm talking to his friend as he steps out of his cunt belt.

"Fucker just grabbed my ass. I was his friend and he just fucking pawed me. Told me he might pair with me if I sucked his cock. Fucker," he says.

I am not sure what to expect. It has all the things the eastern campus had but that was so much fun. There are bars and real places to eat and swim. A gym. How bad can it be?

I know I want to go out. I want to see Liam, and I am so anxious about seeing him but I do need to see him.

Mason and I belt up. In that small action, the sense of freedom is gone. It feels strange the cold steel belt closing me in. Technically I could take a dick in my butt. Or I guess I could suck a cock, but then my voice would change. It feels strange having to put a belt on. Almost like clothing. I look at Mason and he looks at me. At least in this wearable cunt prison Liam can't see my pussy.

"Ready?" Mason asks. He is eager to get out. I know why, even though we haven't talked about it. He wants a bull. He needs to find a pair. He doesn't want to be auctioned off or end up a whore. He wants to pretend he has some say in his future, the cock that fucks him. He wants to at least pretend he has a choice.

"Ready as I will be, come on," I say. I have made my choice. I am just not sure I am ready to face the reality of it. I think the whores have it easier right now. They are not forced into this humiliating parade of trying to find a bull. They just lie on their backs and take whatever cock comes their way. The transaction is sex and nothing more.

We head out and both of us are nervous but also excited.

It feels strange to be out again in such a way. So much like the Eastern Campus, smaller but far grander. Bulls wandering around and whores and lots of breeders. I can almost smell the breeder's fear as they search around flirting trying to get picked. Auctions are approaching, breeder pairs coming up. Our future will be determined in the next few weeks and this is now our reality. We are breeders and it isn't just the new sexual organs. We are here for bulls as possessions, fuck toys, whatever they choose.

The whole business is a reminder of our new status. Belting up just to get out, being checked that we are correctly fitted by a service bot. Then palm swiping, Mason has to do his three times before he can get out. He can't go anywhere without his palm not working properly. He just tailgates people in the dorm mostly. In the few weeks since it started he's gotten pretty sick of it. But the exit is one at a time. I hear a couple of breeders behind us moaning.

"Come on bitches you are holding up the line," they say. The Service bot finally releases Mason into the western campus.

We step out into the courtyard and then the main quadrant. A bull walks past and smiles as I look at all the statues. There are a lot of them with big hard cocks in marble. They are everywhere. I noticed them the first time, the pictures and the bulls all so big and tall. Carvings on the buildings, all of them bulls. Bulls in battle, Bulls from history, not a single breeder represented.

Cocks etched into every building, hard, soft, all of them huge, monstrously so. I look around, and I really feel the loss of my dick. The shame of my breeder cunt hidden from view.

The last time I was here I had a cock, sure it was in a cage but I still had one. Now I have a cunt, a breeder pussy and this place is a celebration of something that was taken from me and I feel every lost inch of it. Now a two inch cut breeder clit caged to protect me. Protect me from what, myself or the bulls?

The bulls wander around, some impressive, some less so, but all of them have dicks. The only item of clothing they wear is the odd cock ring, not a cunt belt. I touch the metal of my belt. The breeder whores are marked with tattoos and us with belts. Each of us stands out and even in the majority, we are inferior. So many of us are competing for the scarce resource of bull cock.

So strange that now I have a cunt. I notice how much this place is one all about dick. 900 needy breeder pussies my own included searching desperately for 100 cocks. The odds once again stacked against us. The Albion lottery is a shitshow.

Yesterday I was a breeder amongst breeders. That was bad enough but I look at Mason and he looks at me. We are both big and strong, but we are both breeders. Our stature counts for nothing and we both know it. The belts we wear tell everyone we have cunts between our legs. Look at these two big strong and muscular almost bulls but don't be fooled, they hide their withered dicks behind a cunt belt.

We are holes to be fucked, possessions to be bought and sold. The absence of a cock between our legs tells us that. We don't say anything, but I feel genuinely intimidated. Every carving and statue and the freedom of the bulls and our own imprisonment let me know everything has changed.

We walk in silence and pass two bulls standing together. Both around the 6ft mark. They are both shorter than Mason and me and not as big and broad. I glance over and I notice Mason smiles at them. Both are around 5 inches soft. The slightly taller one has a very fat cock. They both look at Mason and myself. They look us up and down assessing our fuckability. They are not that impressive at all, even the fat one is only as fat as I was. All of them are bigger than me now.

I see the bigger one laugh as his smaller friend says something. The bigger one has brown hair and a nice trimmed beard. He has a nice thick patch of hair around his cock and a cock ring encasing his fat uncut meat. The other one doesn't have a cock ring.

"Well hello. You two look a little lost." The bigger one says as they saunter over their dicks swinging and I want to look away but I can't. I can almost remember that feeling of your dick hanging down and swinging. My clit doesn't swing but my pussy leaks at the sight.

"I am Greg and this here is Sam." He says and holds out his meaty hand.

"I am Mason and this is Brett," Mason says and shakes his hand.

"Looks like you are new to this part of the campus. Mason huh. Fine piece of breeder bitch ass you got Mason." Greg cups Mason's sizable ass cheek and then slaps it.

"Want us to show you two bitches around?" Sam says.

"I err," Mason says, still shocked.

"That would be ok, I guess," I say.

"Huh, both of you sound a bit butch for breeders. Anytime you want us to take care of those voices of yours just let us know," Greg says and grabs his cock. "Hey blondie, have you ever seen one this big before? Bet it's making your pussy drip," Greg says to me holding his fat cock to emphasize the difference he knows exists between us. `Blondie', he called me fucking blondie. Fuck this is awful.

Mason tugs my arm and looks scared. I can tell he wants to go.

"Really. I think we will pass," I say.

I walk forward and grab Greg's cock. "And honey, we are both after real Bull meat," I say, and I let go of Greg's dick.

"I only have one rule about bulls. Their face must be better looking than their cock. You lose sweetheart but it is a close call even with that angry stump you got. Come on Mason we can do better than what these two are offering," I say and we walk off.

"Fucking bitches. They will learn," says Greg to his friend.

"Thanks. You handled that quite well. Shit, do you think maybe this wasn't a good idea?" Mason asks.

"Let's be honest. Those two were not good enough for either of us. Surely they can't all be assholes, let's see what is what. We have only been out for five minutes and if they are all like that, we can go back and come up with some sort of plan," I say, not knowing exactly what kind of plan I could come up with.

I turn around and see Greg and Sam looking at us. I look at Greg and his fat cock and I feel a little more pussy juice leak out of my cunt. Shit, I am turned on by that douche and I am also envious of him.

We wander around, and Mason links his arm in mine and we get looks and whistles, a few shouts and some cock waving. We settle in a bar and order a soda each.

I notice a boy walking towards us who looks familiar. "Aiden," I say. I am pleased and jealous of my once small dicked friend but at least he got lucky.

"Brett, Mason," he beams and kisses us.

I notice his pencil dick is still quite small, but it is longer than before. It hangs down now and seems fatter. Soft, his dick is 4 inches. He is hairy and a little bigger. Even Aiden's three months of Golden Nectar hasn't made him as big as I was, but his dick is bigger than my clit. I try not to stare but something about it is appealing and I blush and look away.

It is his dark beard that stopped me from noticing him immediately. But there are two things about him that really annoy me. Not the thick patch of hair on his chin or that his chest hair has thickened. It was his height. As I stood to greet him, we were almost at eye level. I was always taller than him. Not by much, but by more than I am now, he is growing and I wonder how much taller I could have been.

I notice his guns. He works out hard. I know I spent hours in the gym with him and now he is catching me up. He will be a hulk of a man, and I feel almost angry with envy.

We chat, and all he wants to do is talk Gordon, Gordon Gordon. He is looking into making a deal with the Academy. He strokes his beard as he talks and he has a new deep laugh. He talks almost with a swagger and at one point talking about Gordon he spreads his thick hairy legs. He scratches his nuts and tugs his dick almost absent-mindedly.

Shy Aiden lifts his hands to his beard, and I see the head of his cock starting to poke out of the foreskin shiny and pink.

I had forgotten how shiny my helmet was. My clit head, because it sticks out so much, has become matte and dry, really dry. What's left of my dick head is dull and listless now. He passes the 5 inches hard mark as we talk. That little thing is growing and I should be pleased for him, but I can't believe that miserable little piece of flesh that he had is bigger than what I have now. He is getting bigger and I am smaller than he ever was and I am not enjoying this outing at all.

He asks about the breeder dorms, and he obviously knows, Gordon would have told him everything.

"So you both having a look to see what us bulls have to offer you, breeders?" He says and chuckles with a deep laugh. I think how, not four months ago I was fucking Brick and Zach because they were bullying him and now he is talking like this. Us' bulls and you' breeders. What a prick.

"God yeah Aiden, the two of us, came over on a cock hunt. We know yours is taken. Shame, I could go for a big muscle bull-like you. Fuck I need a real drink." I say.

I see him blush. I can see that he would drop Gordon for a breeder like me in that moment, he had never considered that till I stupidly put it out there in a rather bitchy comment. I need to bring it back a bit.

I signal the service bot and order a drink for me and one for Mason and Aiden. Request denied.

"Oh, only whores and bulls can order booze. I will get them. What was it you wanted?" Aiden says and chuckles, this fucker is enjoying this.

I feel myself shrink down in the chair. I really am a breeder I can't even order a fucking drink anymore. Even a fucking whore can get a real drink.

Aiden asks about Zach, and we tell him he is working on the Eastern campus and loving it. We hardly ever see him. He has gone cock crazy.

He laughs. "No surprise, fucking breeders all go cock crazy. Still, with Zach, I am biding my time with that. I have ok'd it with Gordon, but when the time is right I am going to teach Zach what it means to get fucked by a real bull. I know you fucked him, Brett, a few months ago and the way I am moving along he will get a real bull cock soon enough. Piece of breeder shit. Can't wait to tap his breeder clit and ask who is the needle dick now," he says and chuckles. Shit, Aiden has turned into a nasty piece of work..

"Aiden, I did have a real cock," I say.

"Oh, now Bretty. It was a boy cock and it was impressive but Zach needs to learn from a real bull," he says. He just called me Bretty. I knew this needle dick bastard for years and he would never have dared call me anything other than Brett.

The drinks come, and I am not happy to see what an asshat my friend has become.

I find the whole experience unsettling but it is better than hanging around the breeder quarters but not much. Hang around there, and I will be auctioned and find myself legs spread in some strange bulls home knocked up and drinking wine like mother. There is no sign of Liam. Aiden finally leaves and I for one am pleased. I hope Liam isn't behaving like that.

"Well he turned out to be a bit of a dick," Says Mason laughing.

Neither Mason nor I feel comfortable without Aiden and we head back. I think the strangest thing is the stares. The hunger and lust in the eyes of the bulls. I have gone from a man who looks at breeders and thinks about fucking their pussy to being the one looked at. I know what their stares mean and the vain part of me likes it. The part of me that wanted to be a bull isn't so keen.

....

The next day I get up and the place is empty again. I go to find Mason but there is no sign of him. I work out for an hour or so and eat.

I think about going out on my own when Mason shows up. He tells me some story about how he was over in one of the other dorms, but I reckon he snuck out on his own.

He is also really keen to go out. So we belt up and head out. We walk around and he drags me over towards the bars.

"Oh man, what is the point of going to a sports bar and not getting a beer?" I ask.

"We will get a beer. Someone will buy us one. I am sure of it, we are two of the best looking boys- Errr- well, breeders around. Come on, for me?" he says.

"Yeah, you said it. If we were boys, we could order a real fucking drink." As we are talking, I see Jonas but luckily he doesn't see me.

"Ok," I grab Mason's hand and pull him into the bar. I make our escape.

"You changed your mind quickly," Mason says to me.

"You were right. Someone will get us a beer," I say watching as Jonas walks past the last place he would ever visit.

There is only old wrestling on the visi screens. We sit and drink soda.

Then I hear a voice. "Well, hello Mason." It is Greg from yesterday. His fat cock dangles between his thick hairy legs and I notice how big his balls are. I try not to stare.

"Bert?" He says to me,

"Yes, that's right, Gary?" I say.

"No, his name is Brett and you are Greg," Mason says and giggles.

Mason stands up and greets Greg with a handshake and then a kiss. "Nice to see you again Greg. What a surprise," Mason says.

"Yeah, you two should join us," Greg says and squeezes Mason's ass. Mason just laughs. What a difference 24 hours makes. I realize Mason set this up.

And before we know it, Greg, Sam, Pete, and Ronson are all sitting around us chatting and buying us drinks. I feel sort of safe, although I am aware that my ass is leaking and Mason is practically offering his up on a plate. Greg is mauling and pawing him and Mason is drinking a lot. I keep seeing Mason squeezing and playing with Greg's fat cock.

All four of them have beards, all short and trimmed. They are all quite hairy. Pete and Ronson are second years. They are single as they didn't take breeder pairs and the difference is noticeable. They are both bigger than Sam and Greg who got here with our intake.

Pete and Ronson are quite something. Petes dick is 7 inches soft and quite fat, nestled in a real thatch of dark black hair. He is tanned and not unlike my father. He is shorter than me, so must have been really short when he got here. Ronson is blonde like me, athletic build, and a long thin python of a cock snakes down between his legs. It must push 9.5 inches soft and has a lot of veins in it, one big vein runs almost to the tip of his very long foreskin. He is quite ugly though.

I am happy for Mason who at least seems to have maybe found someone to pair with. However, Pete and Ronson, the two real full bulls have a strange appeal. Both of them are big, not muscular like me and Mason. I am getting drunk and horny, and my pussy is really wet and I try not to flirt but these two men have everything I ever wanted for myself. They have bull cocks. I always craved one and still do just in a very different way than I ever imagined I would.

I need to piss and think about the belt. This could get messy. I head off to the toilets, and a few guys are pissing. One chunky hairy guy looks at me as he stands against the piss wall. His long fat cock hanging down pissing hands free and I stare and the memory of doing that myself resurfaces.

"Breeders toilets are next door you dumb bitch," He says.

"Sorry sorry," I say and I am a little scared.

"You come in here to look, Or play?" The guy at the washbasin says waving his hard cock and that is big, maybe 12 inches of fuck snake.

"Sorry," I say and rush out and feel a deep sense of shame. Fuck I am so fucking dumb. Breeder toilets, it hadn't even occurred to me that was a thing. I wander down to the breeder toilet. It is full of toilet bowls, not a piss wall in sight. Why would it be any different?

A breeder whore comes in and sits next to me. "One of the newbies huh? Don't worry honey you will get used to it. Especially one like you." I don't recognize him. He starts talking away, and I piss and clean myself. He helps me with the cunt water spray and dryer for breeders in belts.

It is a bizarre contraption, clearly designed by a bull, and doesn't really dry me much at all.

"Those belts are hard work, make sure you give yourself a good wipe later, you don't want to be funky," the breeder says.

Fuck I already had one infection down there. And I was quite funky down there yesterday when I took the belt off.

I hate being a breeder. I hate it.

I return to the bar and Mason and Greg have gone and I go to leave. Pete wants me to stay, and he cups my ass as he talks to me trying to persuade me to stay. I see his cock rise and he pushes it hard and firm against my leg and it is huge. 12 inches of uncut bull fuck meat pushing against my thigh and I look at him and wonder. I wonder what that would feel like. How good does that feel when he jerks it. How good it must feel having that real weapon between his legs. I wonder what that thing would feel like between my legs and inside me.

"Sorry I am just tired," I say and leave.

"Fucking dumb bitch, Go on fuck off you prick tease. There are plenty more like you," Pete says, turning nasty.

The cool night air hits me. I curse Liam. Where the fuck is he? I feel my breeder bitch butt oozing and my cunt is fucking soaking wet. I feel my pussy juice dripping out of my belt down my inner thigh.

I see a few bulls pass me by, and I think about what I might have been and the cock I might have had. That dream is gone and worst of all I also think about the cocks I might end up taking and it turns me on even more.

(Chapter 36.) Him.

I see him. It is only my third outing here. I set off with Mason but he makes his excuses and leaves. I can only assume he had a meeting with Greg. He sort of implied he might have to leave at any moment.

I wander around alone for a while, and I hear him. Liam calling me.

"Brett. Brett," I want to run and hide. I am wearing a cunt belt. I have a pussy. Last time I saw him I fucked him in the ass with 10 inches of fuck meat and now I have two inches of cut breeder clit.

I turn and see him, and the sight of him makes me lose my breath. He runs towards me and his dick and balls swing around and I feel a pang of envy and a pang of arousal. He gets to me grinning and smiling. "Brett I missed you,' he says, and he kisses me and his trimmed bright red beard tickles.

He stands back, and I am lost for words. I drink in the sight of him with my eyes. His dick seems a little bigger by a fraction, maybe 4.5 inches soft, but as he stands there looking at me I see it stretch. The dick head begins to show as the skin of his shaft furls back and his cock fills with blood and it expands. My pussy feels a warm glow. I feel my clit twitch and some juice trickle. This sight would have made me hard, now he makes me wet.

I look at him "Brett. You look amazing," he says. He has a trimmed thatch of red hair around his face, and it suits him, his short red hair and shock of red pubes, the chest hair, which was sparse before, growing in. He has let his pubes grow out, and they frame his hard cock. Just over 7 inches, not much growth but a little girthier.

His cock twitches and bobs and leaks. I see the sheen of his pre. It contrasts with the leaking ass and pussy I have right now. His small slither of pre and my ocean of juice.

I paused. A few months ago I had a dick 4 inches longer than Liam did, 3 inches bigger than the drug enhanced cock he has now. I stare at it and I see just how far I have fallen. My two inch cut clit is swollen and thankfully hidden from view. It twitches and bobs in my cunt belt, as I look at his cock my cut clit is 2 inches. A squidgy lump of flesh that was once my proud cock.

His erections before meant we could fuck one another. He liked to get fucked and suck far more than me. Now he is hard seeing me, and I wonder what he thinks. I have three holes to be filled for him now, and his cock wants all of them. My pussy and ass tell me he would get two of them. Oh god, I have fallen so very far.

"So do you Liam you look great. You look good. I am not sure about the beard yet. Too much red," I say, and what I really want to say is I bet that will tickle my breeder pussy when you eat me out. I don't want to sound too eager. I had realized I was flirting, and I tried to stop myself being too complimentary.

I look at his cock again and his body. He is taller, maybe 6ft 1. I wonder if I will ever look up into his eyes the way he still does to me. His muscles are more defined. He does look amazing. I can't get over the shame. How can he bear to see me like this? I can't bear to be like this with him. A fraction of the man I was. I fucked him hard and he came hands free. I spanked him, and he sucked my cock clean after I stuck it in his ass. He licked my feet and worshiped me.

Now, look at me. I am just pleased he can't see my pussy. That ugly cunt and fat clit. Him and his cock. How big will it get? Will it get bigger than mine was? Would that shatter my pride further? I wonder, even as I know the answer.

"Look- I- shit. Brett, my father is here. Curse my luck. I waited the first day all morning and the next and today. I was looking for you. I saw Mason earlier today but he was... engaged, is probably the best way of putting it," Liam says, flustered and doesn't make much sense.

"Oh Brett, it is so good to see you. I missed you so much. But I was on my way for my family day. I- please- Brett. I know this is hard for you but please let's meet up and have a few drinks. Please, Brett, I missed you so much. I still well... you know," Liam says.

"No, say it," I say. I do know, but I want to make him say.

"I do love you." He says and grins.

"Good. I love you too." I say without thinking and immediately regret it. Not because I don't love him, I do. But I don't want to be desperate. I don't want to be that breeder in need of a bull, not even Liam.. Fuck Brett play it cool I say to myself. "Well ok, that would be fun. When and where?" I ask, and I sound needy! I make up a terrible lie about being busy. "Not tomorrow though, I am spending some time with Thomas. It is his family day visit. He is due next week and then Angel and Dane are having a party. But say the day after at the Sports bar, we can meet up for a few drinks? Then you can treat me to a fancy meal at Riley's. Is 5 good?" As soon as I said all of that I cursed myself for lying about Thomas and Angel. Why? To make myself seem like somehow I have a million and one things to do. I am dumb sometimes. Why does he make me act this way?

"Thomas!" He pauses. "Oh yes of course, god how is he?" Liam asks, and I see that hurt him in a way I had not thought it would. Play it cool Brett.

"Fine, he is fine. Good, he is good, tired. Really fucking fed up, he will be pleased when he has the baby. But well you know babies eh? If you're gonna put a bun in the oven you gotta keep an eye on the oven. Because you don't want to bake the bun too long. You know...that is Buns and ovens covered... Anyway, you better run. Day after tomorrow at 5 in the sports bar, be early. Because I can't get a drink. And quite frankly the clientele in there are a little rowdy for a single, well," I finally stop making a hash of this. I need to stop trying to play it cool. I'm rubbish at it.

"Fuck yes. Oh god I missed you," he says and moves in to kiss me and I present my cheek.

He runs off. I curse myself, why did I even mention Thomas? His face was crestfallen. I bet he thinks something happened between us. Shit, a lot happened. Maybe he knows what happened. Oh, stupid Brett. Stupid, stupid Brett. `Keep an eye on the oven.' What were you thinking Brett, you dumb bitch? What does that even mean?

.....

That night I headed to the dildo room. There are only a few people here, but I want to get off and I want a dildo.

I sit down and spread my legs. I stroke my thighs. My pussy is already wet and needy. I get a whiff of my cunt, my soaking breeder. The deep musk of my pussy juice is a sign of my arousal. I am really fucking horny. Seeing Liam today set me off. The prickly warm desire has built into a deep charged lustful need between my legs.

I don't frig myself as often as I jerked my cock. The logistics, time, and required mood mean the whole thing is different. But when I do, it is Liam I picture. His pale skin, his cock, his green eyes. Now his beard, the thick matt of red pubes, the slightly less patchy chest hair. I have new jerk off material. Is this even jerking though? Not tonight it isn't I set aside the dildo. I will use that to stuff my aching empty needy cunt.

The dildo room is fairly quiet. I am guessing many of the breeders are out trying a bull. I notice one of the breeders gentrly probing his clean uneven fuck lips and working his little clit with his thumb. I can at least take mine between my thumb and forefinger. I feel my clit get as firm as it can and my pussy drips. It is so wet. What would Liam say if he could see me now? As I squeeze the remains of my big fat cock thinking about his bull pole sliding up and down my moist slit.

What would he say if he could see me rubbing the folds of my wet breeder cunt thinking about submitting to him and begging him to fuck me like a bitch? What would he do when he felt the thick rough scar of my cut breeder clit, the mark of my shame? But when I touch myself, it is Liam I picture.

He would notice the difference in tissue and be drawn to it, slowly stroking that spot. He would rub my scar and smile as I pant in sexual pleasure from his touch. He would linger over my clit pleased it is so exposed and available to him. He would smile as I respond to his touch. His fingers would linger over the folds of my pussy and then back to my fat lump of flesh. He would take the fat lump between his fingers.

I would exhale, and my long breeder toes would curl and I would let out a little moan. My arousal overwhelming me. The mere touch of his thumb is so good. My former pride is now a fraction of the size it was. He would know that something he struggled to hold with two hands. Something he couldn't encircle with his hands now lies buried under his thumb. One digit controls my sexual pleasure as he rubs me and I moan. My reduced cock now a small pathetic sensual piece of flesh not a big swinging dick. He has the dick now and controls me.

I would look at him, and he would look at me. His fingers stroking my thick fat shame and its scar. I would burn with intense desire and want more. I would look away because I can't bear to let him see me like this but I also can't bear to tell him to stop. I couldn't tell him to stop and thank god he doesn't.

He would put a hand under my chin and make me look at him. He would say nothing. He doesn't need to for now. His eyes see my shame and my submission. They see my soul and my pleasure. They pierce into me like his cock will.

He runs his hands on my cunt and his fingers become wet with my arousal. He can feel I am wet for him. He knows now. He understands that he can penetrate me, impale me fuck me. I will let him the soaking folds of my cunt betray me. My body and desire have lubed me ready for his dick. He would smell my arousal. The thick heavy musky scent of my pussy juice. He inhales it and smiles and I burn with shame.

He stares at me as he does this. I try to look away but can't and now he knows it's time. I want his cock and he teases me and he speaks. "Do you want me to fuck your breeder cunt?"

I want to say no, but he knows that right now he can make me beg for it. He knows I am his. His fingers have got me to this state and his big bull cock is what I need now. He knows the power of the hard thick bull tool between his legs. He will share it with me, and he will give it to me. But it is his to give. He can feel the straining rod of cock between his legs ready to fuck. I can remember that feeling. The feeling of power. Now it is only memory. I will feel that tool that power in a new and different way.

"Yes, I want you to fuck me," I would say.

"Beg for it," he would reply. I would shake my head. His thumb would work over the slick fat clit and my dripping cunt. He laughs. "Beg bitch," he says and grins at me.

"Please fuck me with your bull cock," I say, and he smiles and pauses. "Sir," I add.

"Good," he smiles when I call him sir. He starts to probe my pussy with his dick. He would tease me and I would beg him. Without another word he would shove his rock hard cock into my hole and claim me. The head of his cock parts me and begins to stretch and stuff my pussy. He would drive the head and shaft of his prick into me. His bull cock still not as big as my old dick and yet it feels so big. I feel so full. Full of his bull cock. I want all of it in me and he gives me it slowly and the walls of my twat part and let him deep inside me. The pole rubbing the sensual walls of my cunt.

I moan in pleasure. "Yes. So Good." I would say.

He would laugh. Now he would laugh. As he has planted his big fat bull dong deep in me claiming me, marking me.

He would drive himself in and out of me. He comments at how much bigger than me he is now. I would wallow in the shame and knowledge and revel in the pleasure of his cock fucking me. I have submitted to him.

I would tell him how good his cock feels and it does. This stretched wet cunt loves his cock. I would let him fuck me hard and fast. I scream at him for more. I would get close and he would know he is getting me off. He would know that his cock is making me feel so good. His tool is driving me to orgasm. His thrusts are giving me pleasure. He smiles at me as I get close to creaming myself on his bull shaft. I lie beneath him impaled begging him to fuck me. Pleading with him to fuck me as hard as he can and I would cum on his pole and as I cum. All I can say is thank you, sir. Panting in pleasure. Servicing the needs of his bull cock with my pussy.

I cum hard and Liam isn't here. I look over and see one of the breeders riding a dildo. I am back in the dildo room. The fantasy and nightmare over. I wipe the sweat from my brow and find a wipe for my hands and my dripping cunt. My pussy is still gaping from the dildo that played the part of Liam's cock. I feel the empty tender space inside of me. The space I just imagined was fucked by the real thing.

I head out of the dildo room into the night air.

Oh god, what have I become?

....

I spend the next day alone because of my stupid lie. The day after I am meant to be meeting Liam. I wake up and look for Mason but can't find him. I bet he is out with Greg. I head into the gym and work out.

After my workout, I wander outside and see Mason. He is hiding away. Well as much as anyone as big as Mason can hide in this place. He is a big guy. I wave and walk over, and he seems embarrassed to see me.

"I looked for you earlier," I say.

He looks at me and nods.

"You ok?" I ask. And he just nods.

He is blushing beet red. "Cat got your tongue, what is going on?" I ask and even the super tan Mason is beet red. I start to laugh. I know what happened.

"Oh no! Cock got your voice, more like. Oh, fuck Mason you sucked Greg off didn't you," I say and laugh hard.

"Fuck you, " he says in his piercing breeder bitch voice. I laugh.

"Oh, you did. Well good for you," I say. "He seems like a douche to me but he has a really fat cock and he is only 3 months on Golden Nectar. That will be a pussy stretcher," I say and laugh, realizing I sound like Zach bitching about guys' dicks with my breeder friend.

"Oh god my voice. I hate it. I didn't sound this bad before my balls dropped. But yes, he does have a fat cock," Mason says.

"Have you thought about developing a whisper?" I ask him and laugh.

"Fuck off," He says.

"Well, was it worth it? Do you like him?" I ask and see Mason blush.

"Well yes, I do. He said he got a palm print from one of the service bots the other day. It was going to be a surprise he registered me as a pair but when I sucked him off he blurted it all out. Oh Brett, he wants me, and I really want him, and now this. It is like just when you think it is all over. They find another way to fucking humiliate you. I sound like my fucking mother," Mason says swinging between happiness and sorrow.

"Oh, congratulations on the breeder pair thing and well commiserations on, you know, your voice," I say and laugh and hug him.

"Thanks. I am mostly happy. I just, well, I was just so worried about the auctions they start real soon and you could end up with anyone. Maybe an old bull, a bull with other breeder pairs. And I couldn't face being a whore. I ain't like that. So- oh Brett can you talk for a while? Tell me about Liam, I just hate my new voice. I don't want to talk," Mason says, and I start talking about how I spent yesterday on my own because I went a little crazy when I saw Liam.

.......

(Chapter 37.) Dinner with a pig.

I know last time I saw Liam I was an idiot trying to play it cool lying about being busy. I am a fucking breeder with nothing to do and literally nowhere to go. He knows that, he isn't stupid.

I turn up at 5:00 and he is there. He looks great and I smile and we head into the sports bar. It is quite busy, but I feel protected by having him with me.

We share a few drinks and don't really talk, we chat but nothing of any consequence and we head off to eat. We drink and talk about the bars and the places to eat. He tells me what he knows, and he has finally finished licking the plate of the desert he just had. He orders some after dinner drinks and I bite the bullet.

"So Liam we haven't really said anything, about anything really, and I get it we are skirting around the subject. What is it like, life as a bull? I am curious, tell me everything," I say.

"Like what?" He asks as he puts down the plate.

"Well, your dorm, the changes to your body, and how you feel? I do want to know what it is like?" I ask.

He tells me about his room. It is fairly small but has a double bed, and he asks if I want to see it. He tells me it is wonderful having a room to himself after six months of sharing. That hurts because I loved those six months.

"I have been working out a lot, of course. I mean I have been to the bars and made a few friends but well just in case you were wondering I..." he pauses and his pale freckled cheeks flush a little.

"I kept myself for you. I mean that is I didn't... I haven't... well, you know what I am saying," he says and holds my hand. I look at him and think about Mark telling me that was the case before he slid a double-ended dildo into my cunt and Adam shoved one up my ass, but this doesn't feel like the time to say that.

I laugh instead. "Well, that is good to know? You really do seem to be filling out. Your arms are bigger I think." I say this, and I want to mention his ass. Liam always had a bit of a flat ass but now it has a little bubble to it. Not like my fucking globes but I don't want to bring attention to anyone's ass, least of all mine knowing right now it is slick with butt slime, ripe for Liam's bull cock. I also don't want to mention my little sexploits.

"Yeah, you like them. Feel," he says, and I do feel his muscles.

"Nice," I say. They are still pretty feeble. Liam will never really be a gym rat like me.

"He flexes again. Yeah, I mean not like yours. I mean nobody has arms like you. Yours are so big and sexy. But soon mine will be. Oh, I am going to get them bigger than yours, you will love them," he gushes.

"I have so much energy and working out now feels great. I feel stronger and feel myself getting bigger. I know how much you enjoy it and I would pass on the gym with you and Mason but, fuck, now we could even do that together.

"Weird because I know I shouldn't say this but I always thought spending time working out the way you did seemed I don't know, pretty dumb and boring. The thing is Brett, I get it now, getting bigger it is sort of addictive. The pump you get and then checking the gains. We could help each other out. Course you mustn't get too jealous when I am bigger than you," Liam says.

"Bigger than me?" I gulp and ask.

"I am doing it for you baby. I said to the Doctor I wanted to get big, so they gave me a little something. I mean bulls put on muscle but not your sort of muscle, not without cheating. The Doctor told me he could help for a price. So I started training and they gave me some powder. Started that two weeks ago after the assessment. I told the Doc how big you are and I don't want you to be bigger than me, it just wouldn't be right. Not the way things are. So I take this powder and boy do I feel it in the gym. You will see. I can't wait to train with you," Liam says and he shocks me. First, because he is obviously cheating to get bigger, and second he wants to be bigger than me in every way.

"So they assessed you?" I ask.

"Yeah, they do the three month evaluation before they let the breeders out. Kind of gives you an idea of how you are tracking what you are likely to turn out like. You know, so you can pick the right breeder. I mean some guys might want a breeder who is taller and bigger than them, but most want a smaller breeder so the assessment helps. Most bulls want to know where they are going to end up. That way a bull can make an informed choice about their breeders. You will be pleased to know I am projected to top out around 6 feet 6 inches. I thought that was good. You know, not too tall but a little taller.

"Then there is how fucking horny I am. Brett, I mean seriously I've been jerking off all the fucking time. I love that my dick is getting bigger. I mean you have seen it hard earlier and before so you know it is only an inch extra. It is still nowhere near as big as you. I mean you are huge. But even the inch I gained, I feel it and I want more of those inches. I love that it is growing and it makes me feel fucking strong and powerful. My dick projection is 9 soft, and listen you are gonna love this, 12 hard. A real bull dick.

"When I heard that about my dick. I was like Brett is going to love his bull Liam with a monster dong. A real cunt banger. I know I said- but now... I don't know, I feel different. I know you feel different. You always said I was crazy for not wanting a big bull dong. You were right. Gets me hard just thinking about that thing slapping around. Hope you are ready, oh Brett you will love it when I get there. Just think Brett, 12 fucking inches of fat bull cock. You will love it.

"They tell us bulls that breeders are made to take big dongs and now getting one turns me on even more. I mean I really want a big cock for you. As my breeder, you don't want a small bull. So if they are right, well mine is going to be fucking huge. That is good news for both of us," He says and he doesn't stop digging.

"And hungry fuck Brett I get so hungry. I ate three times today already, and you saw I was ready for more. God knows what is in the Golden Nectar or that powder but you really should try... I mean, shit. So yeah I mean the food here is good. We can do this place and there are so many great places to eat and drink. How is Thomas you didn't really say the other day you said he came for a family visit," Liam finally shuts up. I want to scream, but part of me is pleased for him and his monster dick and part of me wants to punch him out. I could take him any day, at least for now.

"Yeah he is due next week and you know how they like a breeder to have a natural birth if possible, so he is still down for that. I mean scared shitless, he is 6 feet 4 and I am 6 feet 5. I was 15lbs and he was 14lbs, so that is going to hurt. Thomas is a really sweet guy. Looks like his family has pulled some strings he may even be able to get out of whoring. Not that he was in it long anyway he was on the data admin team here. But you know I miss him. We did get close, and his family are adopting the baby. He is going to call it Brett, which is sweet. So I mean if I choose I can still have some sort of access to the baby. So that is great for me as well," I say.

"Would that be allowed?" Liam asks and I look at him confused.

"Well, who would stop me?" I say.

"Well, you know. I mean, I wouldn't. Are there rules? I suppose if it is allowed and something you want. I could allow it," he says and smiles like some benevolent prick.

"What do you mean Liam? You will let me?" I am raging right now.

"Come on Brett, we are both beating around the bush here. I am sure you and Thomas had your fun and I don't mind who you got close to, not really. I heard things. I saw Adam. That is all behind us, and I forgive all that. But as your Bull I will have to make sure that well... things will be different. I understand that you know you will be a father in a week, but you will also be a mother at some point. I am broad-minded but this is Albion," he pauses and I can't believe this is Liam. Is this jealousy, is this who he has become, just as bad as Aiden?

"Look Brett the breeding pair registers close in just under a week. They will start outside pairings soon. I am going to register for you to be my pair tomorrow. It's only fair I let you know. I love you and you love me, but I will be your bull and you will be my breeder. So things like babies and Thomas you really have to talk to me about them first. I may even allow you to see Thomas again. Even in that breeder way, if that is something you really want, but I will need you to ask me," Liam stops and I am furious.

"You what..." I say.

"Brett, I think we both know that, well as a breeder you will need a bull. I don't have to ask you, but I am. Not all bulls would tolerate such behavior. So no more on the subject. I will register you tomorrow. It's what we both want and what you need," he says.

"It's what you want, clearly you haven't asked me what I want. You haven't asked how I am coping or if I can even see myself with you after what happened," I say.

"Brett, you are a breeder now. I know you well enough to know how stubborn you are but I am a bull and we love each other and I want you. I am a bull," he says.

"No shit Liam. Well Bull Liam right now, this breeder is so pissed at you," I say.

"Brett, oh I knew this would be difficult. You are so stubborn. You still think, well, you still think you have a dick. You don't have a dick anymore Brett, you...," he says. I see it immediately.

I say nothing. "Brett... that... I didn't." He stammers and he knows he has gone too far.

I chime in. "No Liam you did mean it. You meant that and everything you said tonight is based on that fact. You are right I don't have a dick. But having a dick doesn't give you the right to be one. Fact is I probably would say yes, but not like this and not without at least spending a few days getting used to this, to us. But tonight listening to you talking about how big you are, and how you will be so much bigger than me in every way..." I say but he cuts me off.

"I- Brett-" Liam says and I cut him off.

"No, you listen to me, Liam. I wanted you as my breeder. That was my fantasy. And yes when we met I would have behaved badly. But you know before the division I had changed. I would have asked you. I never envisioned any scenario in which I would just take you. Because I loved you and still do. And when I leave and you reflect on who I was as a boy you will know in your heart that it is true.

"That first time I fucked your ass and you sucked my dirty cock clean I didn't demean you. You were shaking and scared that I would see you as a fag. A part of me did but there was something about you. Something special. I let you fuck me and I thought long about that and about sharing that with another boy. That was my way of showing I saw you as an equal. You know if the roles were reversed I would only ever have been able to be with you as an equal. You taught me so much about who I am as a person and it seems along the way you forgot who you are," I say.

"I'm sorry, you are right. It's just-" Liam says, but I cut him off again.

"It's just nothing, Liam. You know I can't even buy a drink here. I have to use the breeder toilets and when I get up off this seat there will be an ocean of butt and cunt slime. So yes, I don't have a cock. I have a wet cunt between my legs, but I am not behaving like one. So Liam just because I am a breeder doesn't mean I am not still that boy. I haven't changed inside Liam and you of all people should know that I am still Brett. Just because you have an extra inch on your dick doesn't make you better than me," I say and I stand up.

"So Liam not like this. I may be a fucking breeder and you may be a fucking bull but not like this. I refuse to be a second class citizen and certainly not with you. If you can't see me as an equal, we have big problems. So now you know Liam. You should have asked me properly to be your pair. Now I will meet you tomorrow when hopefully I will have calmed down a bit and you can try again. You dumb asshat," I say.

I walk away and get halfway out of the restaurant. I turned around and he was standing there, looking sad.

"You are right, I am sorry Brett," he says.

"Tomorrow Liam, noon by the statue of the ugly bull with the fat horrible veiny bull dick," I say.

"But Brett Baby, that's all the statues," he says.

"Yes, it seems like you have a challenge. So set off early then do some sleuthing. Take a good look at all those monster cocks and reflect on how we reset this mess. Think about my dick and how I don't have one anymore. Think about you and your dick and how stil having one has made you be a dick to me. It will do you good to spend some time looking at dicks and thinking about them. And I am sure you will find the one that is particularly ugly and veiny," I say.

"Shit Brett. I am sorry. I love you."

"Tomorrow. Liam. Thanks for dinner but just so you know you may be a bull but you eat like a pig. Licking plates is not clever. Don't do that again, it is really quite unattractive. Goodnight."

I kiss him on the cheek and leave.

"Fuck!" I hear him say as I storm off.

......

(Chapter 38.) Second time lucky.

The next few days fly by. We met and he found the statue. I smiled to myself wondering how many dicks he looked at to find the ugly one but I didn't ask.

We talk more like we did before. I tell him about being adopted, and he is sympathetic. I tell him I have to keep an eye on him near running water. I tell him the strange story of my real father and how he drowned. I tell him that given what happened I am not that bothered anyway but it has made me quite determined to try and find some way to be part of baby Brett's life whatever happens to him. There is no argument this time, and he doesn't go into some rage about Thomas.

We eat and wander around, have a few drinks, and have a real kiss goodnight.

The next day I didn't really set any kind of dumb challenge as tempting as it was. We worked out together which turned out to be a little more restrictive than I anticipated in my cunt belt. I also die a little as every piece of equipment I sit on a bot cleans up after me. I always found that amusing when it happened to Brick. It is not funny now.

I also notice that as I bend over to pick up the free weights he is standing behind me and he can see my fucking butt cunt. I see he gets hard watching me. I am fairly certain he jerked off in the shower because the only part of that day he didn't fucking have a hard-on was when I met him after the shower. Of course, we had to shower separately.

The other thing that really bothered me about the gym was how turned on I was. The sight of all those naked bulls sweating and pumping iron was really getting to me. I kept staring at their dicks and a few of them were bigger than my old one and now all of them were bigger than my clit locked away for my own protection.

I noticed them looking at me. They would get hard watching me grunt and sweat pushing weights most of them could only dream of.

The gym was always my domain. I was always the biggest, the strongest and now I feel weak and almost vulnerable. An object of sexual desire to be fucked. Look at the big sexy breeder pushing weights. I worked out my chest on one of the machines, and I see one of the guys laughing and I get that he thinks, why bother no amount of working your chest will help when you have tits.

I longed to be in the breeder gym that whole time. Even with Liam for company, it was still awful.

For the most part though that time together he is walking on eggshells because he knows that he may be a bull and I may be a breeder but I haven't changed completely. He taught me about love and respect and romance. I expect a little of that from the man who taught me about it.

Those first few nights I would go back to the dorm fuck my hole with my Liam dildo. I picked up the one that was the future Liam, 12 inches. Fuck, he was going to be huge. I didn't try it. I could get used to that over time, possibly. Then realize I won't have any choice in getting used to the real thing as his dick grows.

..

On the fifth day, we finally went back to his apartment. We go up to his floor. He is on the top floor, and I figure that might have to do with his father's credit. We have put off any sort of sexual encounter and I appreciate he hasn't pushed me.

He has a dining area and a seating area, a big double bed, a bathroom, and a visi unit.

"I have got wine and food," he says. He is awkward, he still doesn't know how to behave naturally since I told him off. It is sweet, kind, and sexy that he is trying.

We eat and make small talk but we were always good at that. Conversation was never a problem before. He is quite chatty and so am I, so I find that easy, but we need to talk properly or at least I do.

It is a wonderful meal with some fish to start, some beef and some cake type dessert which I didn't care for. He has my piece and eats it all down fast. He goes to pick up the plate to lick it in a moment of forgetfulness and puts it down.

"Sorry, force of habit."

"Pig," I say. He laughs and blushes.

"More wine?" He asks.

"Yes. Well, I probably shouldn't. But yes. I feel a little drunk actually. I only get wine or booze when someone brings it back. These past few months it was something of a treat. I am not used to it like I was and I think I may have gone too far tonight. I am a little dizzy." I say.

"Really?" He asks.

"Yeah, it is very minimalist over there," I say.

"If you would like some air, we can sit on the balcony," He pulls back the blinds.

"Mister fancy dick. Oh, my balcony. I bet this cost your father a pretty penny along with that big dick," I say.

"I deserve this dick. I won the Bells Koffman scholarship award two years running," he says and grins.

I look at him. "I call bullshit and Liam baby when I have the stomach I will ask you all about that. Come on, let's look at daddy's view," I say, he spanks my ass and we head out and look over the campus, all of it east and west visible and beyond into Adults Town.

He stands behind me and kisses my neck.

"I missed you so much Brett. I thought about how I was going to speak to you when I saw you. I was going to romance you and take you down to our Western Campus lake and ask you to be my breeder pair. And you would say yes I want to be with you, Liam. I played that scene out in my mind over and over.

"Three months not really being happy and in the morning they let the breeders...Sorry, I hate to think of you, but you know. Anyway, you were free and I waited. I got there early and I hadn't really slept properly. I was there before they opened the doors and I waited three hours. I got sunburned standing there and had a little sunstroke. In my head you came out first and kissed me and...well I had to go to the med bay when I was sick," he says and I lean back into him.

"Then the next day I did the same thing again. I am not going to lie, I was still pretty queasy and tired and a little bit annoyed. I left before I turned to a cinder and came back here and slept. Shit, I was mad. Partly at you for not coming out and then that stuff Adam told me. I was so jealous. Brett, I was crazy jealous. I saw you in my head with breeders and dildos and I hated how it made me feel.

"Then I finally saw you, and I was just so pleased. That soon passed as I realized I was off to see my father and I was so fucking annoyed at the timing. I was angry with you for not rushing out to find me those first days. I was annoyed with myself for waiting and getting sick. This whole place, just everything.

"And then you mentioned Thomas it sent me crazy again. I hated that he was giving you something I never could and in my country, I could do that, I could be Thomas. So I was going to show you who was boss, and I did it all wrong. I am sorry Brett. Honestly, I am. I know that night at the restaurant I wanted to make you feel small and... I was wrong and I am so sorry. I never want to make you feel like that again. I only want you to ever be my equal to feel loved, and I am ashamed that I failed so badly when you probably needed me most," Liam says and puts his arm around my stomach.

"So you waited for me and got there early? I ask.

"Why would you think I wouldn't." He says and it makes me pause.

"I...Liam...I just didn't think. I don't know Liam, I just wasn't sure I was worth that anymore," I say.

"Come let's talk," I say, and I start and find it hard to stop. I tell him almost everything. The cut, the week of fucking. I tell him it was strange with my cut cock. He looks surprised. I don't tell him all the names, certainly not Angel or about Thomas for different reasons. I can see how hurt he is about Thomas and I sort of understand that.

I tell him about the jerking room and then my ass. I tell him all the gory details of popping and how Mark and Adam fucked me with dildos over and over in my ass and pussy. How I screamed to be fucked like a breeder.

How I loved it and how it made me feel so ashamed. I tell him I missed him everyday. I long for his cock inside me and that makes me ashamed because I know how he longed for mine inside him but that was something we could do to one another before and now we can't.

I tell him I will fuck him with a fake cock when he asks and he will. He will even enjoy it because he is like that. We will pretend, but I won't feel anything other than shame as I watch a cock pleasure him and I wish that was really me and not some toy, and a part of him will wish that too.

I tell him no matter how hard he tries, what hurts me most is I will never feel his equal. I will always be his property and not because of him but because of how society is and that is what breeders are. I tell him he has already registered for me as his pair. He is too scared to tell me that he did that. I know he did it because he loves me too much to lose me. Still I will always know he went behind my back and registered me like a new transporter and I will always know that he did that because he can.

I tell him he will fuck me raw and I will scream as his dick drives deep into me and one day he will be bigger than I ever was and I will see that dick and long for a cock like that and hate him and wish it were mine.

He will send his seed into me and give me tits. Every time he sees my breeder breasts he will get hard knowing his powerful bull seed changed me and marked me as his. That secret pride of seeing them and touching them knowing he gave another twisted mark on my body. I will touch them and always know I begged for his cum, and I was stupid enough to let another bull change me further marking me out as just another dumb breeder. He shakes his head, and I tell him he is wrong because that is how I feel when I see Thomas and his tits.

He will let his cock spew into my mouth and my voice will always be shrill and giddy and I will never ever be his equal. Every word, and syllable from my mouth will be horrific to me. He will always know when I speak that I swallowed his cum and that is why I sound the way I do.

I tell him I think my cunt is ugly, and I see him wince. He still hasn't seen my pussy and he still can't see it. There is a part of him that doesn't want to see what they have done to me. I tell him I hate it, but sometimes I love it too much. The shame between my legs. He will see it and will tell me it is sexy. I will secretly hate him a little for saying that. As a bull with a cock he can say that out of kindness and pity for me his breeder bitch.

Then I say to him, "But I will always look at you and know that deep down as fucked up as I am right now you love me. You will forgive me for being so honest and hurtful tonight and many nights to come because you truly love me. You always have right from the start. From the minute you let your cum spew a load in the ceremonial hall looking at me and grinning at me. If I didn't know that love. If I didn't feel that, I couldn't do any of it. Your love Liam is what gives me the strength I need," I say.

He looks at me. "I do love you, Brett. We can work this out, we have to, please be my breeder pair," Liam says.

"Of course, I will. I love you Liam. I really do. This won't be easy but yes. I will be your breeder pair," I say and we kiss. I feel his strong embrace and I melt into him knowing I finally shared some of my shame and horror.

I hear him chuckle a little as I pull back from him. "So you guessed I registered you as my pair then?" he asks.

"I didn't guess. I know you and it can't have been easy. I bet you were shitting yourself working out how you were going to tell me?" I ask.

"A little bit scared of telling you, yes." He says as he holds me.

"So I suppose a butt fuck is out of the question? I've got to be back in an hour. I might have taken the old back door cunt for a test drive with a fake cock, but I want the real thing," I say.

He pulls me to the bedroom, we kiss and make out tumbling onto the bed. I hold his dick and it feels great in my hand but also a painful reminder of holding a dick. His is the first I've properly held since my own went and it throbs and it is hard. It leaks pre he is going to go off quickly. I rolled the skin up and down over his shiny cock head, the familiar feel of a cock mocking me because it isn't mine and it makes my cunt leak and my clit buzz. I hope I will be quick as well.

I let go of his dick, and I feel the pang of loss. I get onto all fours. "Get behind me and fuck me hard Liam," I say, and he scrambles around behind me.

He pauses and gasps "Fuck Brett. It is big. That is a big fucking bloom. So wet. I mean I noticed you leaking in the gym and well I noticed you leaking all over the fucking place," he says.

"Shit, you are going to tell me I got an ugly pussy. I was wrong about that. Liam staring at that is not helpful just fuck me." I say.

"Ready?" He asks.

"Fuck Liam yes. I am on all fucking fours. You want me to beg." I say.

"Maybe," he says and chuckles.

"Don't push it buster. Stick it in and fuck me, or I will rip your dick off," I say.

"Fuck you are still the same," he says, and I feel his cock slide in and he is gentle.

"No! Hard slam in and out. Liam Fuck it. This is a Butt cunt. I could take two of you. I certainly don't need fucking lube just fuck it," I yell.

He spanks my ass. And pulls out and plunges back and starts to fuck. He fucks me with a few long hard strokes. Maybe 30 seconds.

"Shit Brett I am sorry. Shit. Give me 5 minutes baby honestly," he says looking flushed.

I roll onto my back and laugh. "Oh my big wonderful bull. I sort of expected that. You know when I move in here with you I am going to teach you so much. I never had the heart to tell you, but you could use a little help, technique wise," I say and he laughs and blushes.

He kneels in front of me, the long softening shaft of his cock still wet with my ass juice. "Yeah. You're gonna teach me? Well, you need some help sucking cock so we can help each other out. You want to start now," he says.

I look at the veins of his pale pink dick and the ginger thick wiry pubes.

"Liam! No. I am scared. Not that, not for a while. Please," I say.

"Why? Because it is bigger now. It's only an inch at most," he grins and kisses me.

"No my voice. Liam," I say.

"Oh yeah. Boner killer, Sorry, I didn't think. Let me get some wine, and you can jerk it hard if needed, trust me though it won't be long. Not with a hot piece of breeder ass to fuck," he says, and I give him a look.

"Hot breeder ass!" I say and he grins.

"Brett, you are the hottest breeder in here by a long way and you know that," he says, and part of me is proud, part of me knows he is right and part of me hates that I am the hottest breeder.

He does have some more wine and I pass. He gets hard again and I get on all fours and he moves me around so I can see myself in the mirror. I am so fucking horny and need some release. In this dumb belt I am at his mercy.

He plunges into me hard and fast and spanks me. He pulls my head back as he fucks me.

"Fuck that ass feels so fucking good," he says and I see myself on all fours as Liam fucks me.

"Fuck that feels good, Your cock feels good. That inch makes a difference. Fuck me faster Liam," I say, and he does and spanks me as he fucks me.

"Fucking love this butt cunt. Brett, I fucking love your breeder butt cunt. So fucking hot and wet on my bull cock. Oh so fucking good," he says.

"Fuck me. I am nearly there Liam. Oh god yes fuck me so close," I say.

"Oh shit," he says. "Sorry baby," he says, slapping my ass and pulling out.

"Not Again! Fuck Liam," I say disappointed but not surprised.

"Sorry." He says.

"I am going to have to go," I say.

I look at him. His cock is soft and he is grinning. "I will shower back at the dorm. Your shit is leaking out of me. You mister have a lot of work to do," I lean down and kiss him.

"Yes I know but you still love me," he says.

"Yes. Just about. For the record, you failed to get me off. But yes I do love you," I say and leave.

I walk back to the dorm his cum trickling down my leg smiling and still horny but that feeling in my chest is back the way I want it. I do love Liam and I think we can work things out. It won't be easy but we can make this work.

...

(Chapter 39.) Where is Mason?

The next day the breeder auctions started with breeders going off and some not coming back. They are sent off to the homes of the bulls around Albion for inspection to be bought as commodities.

The breeder pair registration closes in the next few days. The breeder dorm is grim. Breeders crying, desperate to find someone of their own choosing. I count my blessings. The production line is in full swing. The numbers are going down rapidly.

I head out to meet Liam. We head down to the lake and lose track of time just talking. I tell him more about the processing and how they turned me into a breeder. Liam has a lot of questions about what happened. He looks sad as I fill him in on the gory details of what happened to me.

It gets late we have something to eat, and we run out of time to fuck and I agree to meet him tomorrow afternoon. I want to catch up with Angel and Mason and work out in the breeder gym where I feel comfortable. So I will meet him after my workout. He seems a bit sad but I remind him soon we will be living together every day and that brings that amazing sexy grin to his face.

That next morning I look around for Mason and I ask around and nobody seems to know. I am about to give up assuming he is with Greg, when I see Dane and ask him.

"Mason? Honey no. He was called out with Roger and a couple of others. It was a carry on that system error again. Roger and Mason were both carrying the same palm print so tracking Mason down was hard. Still, Simon sorted all of that out. Anyway, they went to an auction yesterday, and honey, Mason well he got lucky. He didn't come back; he was auctioned off. My guess is right now he is trying not to speak or looking at a new set of tits, maybe both," Dane says, and I can't believe Mason is gone like that.

"Dane honey he already lost his voice sucking off a guy called Greg a few days ago. The guy registered him, so he shouldn't have been out at the auctions," I say.

"That old bull line? Yeah, honey if you suck me off I will register for you as a breeder pair. Oh, dear did Mason really fall for that?" Dane asks.

"So he really is gone?"

"Yes, Honey. Angel has the details. I think he is back in an hour now. I really gotta dash. I start my shift in... holy hell. 10 minutes ago. Shit." He says before he runs off.

It hits me hard. We were not close, casual good friends but not to say goodbye seems harsh. To be tricked like that by the fat dick bastard. I can't believe Greg lied to him. I mean he seems a bit of a douche, but that is harsh. But it is more than that. Breeders we are traded; we are no longer people. We are things bought and sold. Mason was a person, he deserves better than this, we all do.

I head out to the western campus and meet up with Liam, and he cheers me up in the sports bar and I am just looking forward to the breeder pair sessions. The certainty that it will bring me. He tells me the dowry will not be a problem, his father has everything set. He confesses he registered me as soon as it opened up. He was the first one to do it. Long before I saw him. He tells me that is why he had to see his father that day we first saw one another. He braces himself for impact because this new revelation is sooner than even I suspected. I don't say anything I feel almost pleased. He heard from his mother with a visi message. They can be monitored. Given his mother and father are both important people and it was from outside Albion it almost certainly was. So it was all very polite congratulations that sort of thing and at least it was a message.

He tells me his mother wants us to visi message him when I move into his place and at some point, I will meet his father.

We head back to his and at least he gets me off this time. This time when I leave him at least there's no cum leaking out my ass because I shower at his. I agree to meet him tomorrow at 5. As tomorrow is probably my last full day in the dorm I have some time with Brick and Zach, Angel, Dane and Adam. The breeder pairings start tomorrow and Liam and I will be in the next few days. It is done alphabetically but by bull first name.

....

The next day I said most of my goodbyes, of sorts. It is all a bit anticlimactic. I am not really leaving the campus and will still see everyone. I do miss Mason as I work out and wonder where he ended up and hope he is ok. Eventually, as it gets closer to 5 I go out to the western campus alone to meet up with Liam. I am meeting him outside the Jazz bar. I don't like being around here on my own. I don't like having to wear a cunt belt or the looks I get. I rather suspect this is my life now feeling vulnerable in a world of bulls. Adjusting to this will be hard.

I wait and Liam is late. He is going to be in so much trouble. After about 30 minutes I begin to worry. Liam is so reliable but I wonder if maybe something has happened. Nearly an hour and quite a lot of unwanted attention later.

Greg comes by Mason's friend. I turn away because I don't really care for him.

"Hey, Brett. It is Brett right," he says and I turn around.

"Yes, I reply." He looks sad.

"Have you seen Mason? I thought well...I registered us over a week ago, I mean I will see him tomorrow, but fuck is he hiding. I haven't seen him for days. I asked around in Admin, but they said there was no Mason. None of it makes sense. Where is he? Has he changed his mind? Listen I know I was a bit of a dick when we met but I... l well I like him a lot he is... Look I love him and I can't get in there and nobody I ask either knows him or is talking. Please." I look at Greg, and he seems strangely desperate and sincere.

"Are you sure you registered Mason?" I ask.

"Course I fucking am you dumb bitch. I got his palm reading from a service bot. It was a surprise but then he suck- surprised me and I told him. He told me he told you. His voice, you know the breeder voice. Listen, Brett, what is going on? Has he changed his mind? Nerves? Just tell him I love him. I will be good to him. I am a nice bull really. Come on Brett, you can tell me," he says and suddenly this doesn't make sense. He is not lying. I may be as dumb as a post but I know people and this guy is being honest.

"Mason went to a breeder auction 2 days ago and he was sold. He didn't come back," I say.

Greg looks at me and his face drops. "But that can't be. Must be a mix up. Are you sure? I know you don't like me but this better not be some fucked up joke," He says.

"No Greg. It isn't a joke honestly. He has gone. I was as surprised as you. He was auctioned off. Honestly. He is gone," I say.

"Shit, I fuck, I need to see what the fuck is going on." He says and runs off.

.....

I can't believe Liam left me like this and that business just now with Greg and Mason. I can't quite work out what is going on.

Then I see him, but not the him I want. It is Jonas. I look for a place to hide, but I can't. He has seen me and heads to me with that unmistakable smirk.

"Well well well. Bretty boy the breeder bitch. Who's the maggot dick now? Oh, how I longed for this day. Seeing you like this. Let me guess, you are hanging around like a whore looking for a breeder pairing. I bet you are desperate for someone to take that little pussy of yours. I think you might be in luck. Just show them all your big dick, that is what Brett used to do. Flash his big fat cock. Oh no, but of course, poor breeder bitch Bretty only has a wet empty cunt now. Oh, dear. Life sucks doesn't it," Jonas says.

He has grown a couple of inches 5ft 10" maybe and his shriveled nugget now hangs down at almost 4 inches. Jonas has had a real growth spurt down there. I look him up and down. His trimmed black beard is patchy but much better than before. He even has a dusting of dark hair on his chest. Still a scrawny bugger.

"Checking out the goods Brett. What are you now, mouse dick, shrimp dick, acorn dick, baby dick, oh no of course, sorry, you are no dick. How is that tight little pussy? Had someone break it in for you, or are you saving it for someone special? Course you are not saving it, not a slut like you. I bet Thomas was just one of many." He pauses and grins and I want to die.

This is not what I want, and the only thing that is saving me from dying completely is that he can't see between my legs. I think of the times I saw his and know what that feels like, that comparison, and I can't handle that right now.

"Fuck off Jonas," I say.

"I always did love your way with words. Such charm and finesse, wait till you have a whiny bitch voice you are going to sound even dumber talking like that. Not that you ever cared about sounding dumb, it was your default setting. Oh, don't tell me you are waiting for lover boy Liam, your red haired bull. He won't be coming," he says with that sneer.

"What do you mean?" I say. Count to 10, count to 10, I say to myself. My heart is struck with panic. I want to shake it out of him.

"Spoilers. I think you are in for a few of those. Seeing you, I think I might make an offer. Head off down to the registration office to take you as my pairing. Fuck you a nice set of breeder tits, all that time in the gym wasted in one sweet load from my maggot dick. Sweet revenge. Maybe fuck you a new voice and leave you knocked up. How does that sound Brett?" He says and spits out the words.

"You can't, we are brothers," I say.

"But we aren't, are we? Related: yes cousins but not brothers. You're my dead uncle's son, cousin. Oh, did mommy not tell you his dirty little secret?" He asks.

"Yes he did. Either way, Liam has already registered me," I say.

"That may be true cousin, but I have a feeling you are in for a shock at your breeder pair ceremony tomorrow. And if you want to know where Liam is, well he is in the Admin facility. I heard he murdered a breeder. They found him with a knife and a dead body. Bretty your bull won't be a bull much longer he killed someone. Not even a senator's son can get away with murder," he laughs. And my overwhelming urge is to strangle Jonas right here and now. But I don't, I run to the Admin facility to find out what the hell is going on.

"See you tomorrow. Bretty my love. At the Breeder ceremony," Jonas shouts after me and I hear him cackle with laughter.

(Chapter 40.) Murder on the campus.

I run and my mind spins. This can't be true, not Liam they will cut him, brand him and make him a whore. I can't get into the admin.

I run back to the dorm and I search for Angel. I need Angel. I am lost. I can't believe it not now. Not Liam, this isn't who he is. A murderer? I hope and pray Jonas is lying, but I knew something was wrong. Liam wouldn't have left me standing there for a minute. I run around the dorm. I pound on Angel's office door.

Thank god he is here, he will sort this out. My big brother Angel will sort this out. If anyone can, he can. I tell him about my meeting with Jonas and what he said.

Angel gets Dane who has to go out and get me some bourbon to calm me down. I am a gibbering wreck. Dane makes some inquiries while I tell Angel everything and it isn't making much sense apparently.

"Honey, have another drink." Angel hands me a glass. "Now start from leaving here, who you saw, what you did, and what happened. And remember before you start count to ten," Angel says.

Angel was the one who used to get me to do that as a kid. I tell Angel everything, standing outside the sports bar waiting for Liam, the strange conversation with Greg about Mason, seeing Jonas, what he said about tomorrow, what he said about mother, and finally what he said about Liam.

"Oh god Angel, Liam, he couldn't kill someone, he wouldn't, Liam wouldn't kill somebody. Jonas, I can't, Angel I can't pair with him. I won't, this must be a nightmare, slap me," I say.

"Trust me Brett right now I am trying hard not to do just that," Angel says looking at me in that big brother way.

Dane comes back and his face is pale. "It's true Simon from Admin was killed this afternoon round the back of the Jester bar. They found the body and Liam with a knife. He has been arrested. I am so sorry Brett. It is true, Liam killed Simon," Dane says.

I scream and start ranting.

......

I wake up in Angel's office. Dane is with me and he has some coffee. It is daylight and just after mid-day.

"Where is Angel? Fuck I feel groggy," I ask.

"Here honey drink this and you will be fine. Angel is trying to sort this mess out," Dane says to me.

"OH! Fuck, I gotta-" Dane slaps me.

"You gotta calm down bitch is what you gotta do," Dane says, and I feel the sharp sting on my cheek.

"Ouch. Dane just ouch," I say. "Last night I was here and then what happened. Liam and Jonas. What did you do? Did you drug me? I feel terrible." I say coming around a bit.

"I might have slipped you something last night, you went a little crazy. Now drink more of this," Dane says and hands me more coffee.

"Dane. I gotta go do something. Liam, he didn't do it, Dane," I start to panic again and need to do something even though I have no idea what "it" is. Dane grabs me.

"Look I spoke with Angel last night, he doesn't think Liam did it either. Look, he spent all night pulling every string he can to get help. You will not help anyone though ranting like you were. So bitch, drink the coffee, wait here with me, and let Angel do his stuff," he says. He is angry and I don't know what else to do.

I look at him. I take the coffee and wait.

"Dane, did you put something in this coffee?" I say feeling kind of calm.

"Yeah, a little something for nerves. Yours and quite honestly Brett, mine," Dane says and smiles.

"Thanks. Dane, is this our new thing now, you drugging me?" I say.

"It might just be," Dane says. "Fuck, you boys are adorable, but hard work." He smiles at me.

....

I seem to have waited for a long time. It is mid afternoon. I still feel a little high from the coffee Dane gave me. Then finally Angel returns.

"Brett Honey. I need you to be brave," Angel says and even in my drug-addled state, I feel a wave of panic.

"What is it?" I ask.

"So I have done everything I can and more. I have some leads and I am as sure as you that this is a set up. I can't prove anything yet, but I spoke with Counsel Alderton, he is Liam's father's counsel. I got files and all sorts of stuff that I shouldn't, and I will be meeting with them later. Look, baby boy. If Liam is innocent, and I think he is, I will do what I can to get him off. Even if it kills me," Angel says.

"But that is great news," I say.

"Well yes. Bad news time there is a service bot looking for you. They want you at the Admin building. Jonas has registered you as his breeder pair and they need you there now," Angel tells me.

"But Angel that was- No- He can't have-," I say my mind reels. The maggot dick Jonas as a breeder pair is like my worst nightmare made real.

"Dane honey, another `coffee' for Brett here," Angel tells Dane.

"Look, Brett. I stalled it but you've got 5 minutes tops. You have to do this Brett. Look at me. I will get Liam freed if it kills me. You have to do this Brett. Five minutes and guards will come to find you, control collar you, and drag you there. Listen, honey. I know this is hard," Angel says.

"I won't go, Angel don't make me," I say, and I feel a tear run down my cheek. "Jonas, I just can't. Angel. I won't go," I say.

"Angel grabs me. Look you fucking will go if I have to drag you there myself. Brett baby look I know this is really hard, trust me, I know. I wouldn't wish this on anybody. But Brett I think I am on to something. I know Liam, and I know he is no killer. There are a lot of people trying really hard right now to prove Liam's innocence. If you don't do this now. He will only ever get to see you painted up like a dumb breeder whore in one of the bars. You will be covered in shitty tattoos, and it will kill him and you. I won't let that happen. I won't let them do to you what they did to me. If you really love him you will do this," Angel says to me.

"But Jonas did this Angel I know he did. I just know this is him," I say.

"Listen. I agree. That boy has provoked you at every turn. Are you going to let him win now? ARE YOU?" He shouts and shakes me."Look Brett I promise we will sort this one way or another but if you love me and I know you love Liam you will do this for both of us. Look please Brett be brave you have done so well. Please just be brave. I will do everything I can to make sure we sort this out but don't give up Liam just yet. Please, Brett, I am begging you." Angel says, and I know he is right.

"Ok," I say and I am broken.

"Dane is going with you," Angel says.

Dane pulls out a medipen. "I am out of coffee. Brett, it is just our new thing honey," he says and I feel a scratch on my arm. I feel a strange euphoric rush and everything starts to feel just a little off. It isn't a bad feeling at all. The panic, fear and desperation of moments ago seem to ebb away.

"Fucking great. My brother's breeder giving me drugs. What a crazy family," I say.

"Oh my, he is flying," Angel says to Dane as he looks at me.I do feel good. That new shot makes me feel even better. Turning back to Dane, Angel continues, "The blowjobs and clit jobs I have given out today is nobody's business. I have Mark working over the data team manager now. Get my little brother over there and don't leave till he goes into the room and then I have so much shit to do. And thanks, Dane. I love you," Angel says to Dane.

"Thanks, Angel. You are the best," I say and kiss Angel on the cheek and walk with Dane to the Admin center on the western campus. I feel sick but calm. My head is slightly woozy. I don't speak much and neither does Dane.

I have to wait for a while and my head spins. There is a guy standing shouting.

"But I registered him and that isn't him I don't even know a fucking Roger. What sort of shit is this? I am not going to pair with that. Where the fuck is Mason." I look around and it is Greg and he is being escorted off shouting.

As I watch Greg being led away I see everything more clearly.

"Dane, I think that is it. What happened to Mason and Greg. Tell Angel," I say.

The bot hovers down and calls me in.

"Dane it was oh Dane don't you see- Roger, Mason and Greg. Tell Angel,"

"I will tell him Brett. But you have to go," Dane says, looking at me with a look of worry.

I feel like I can see all the pictures of a puzzle just resolved around me.

"I promise Brett honey, now go." Dane kisses me on the cheek. "Oh, God. You are flying. Be brave Brett,"

"Thanks," I say. I head into the small but grand room high as a kite, fearless, ready to face my fate with Jonas.

(Chapter 41.) Brett's Breeder pair ceremony.

In the grand room, there is a Breeder and some chairs and nothing else. "Brett Parker?"

"Yes, that is I."

"Yes please sit down Brett. Now Brett I see you had two claims."

"Two, only two? I mean I should be flattered, but really it should have been more, look at me. I am fucking hot."

The breeder official says."Quite. You are handsome."

"So are you if you don't mind me saying."

The breeder blushes, "Well thank you, Brett. I err well... you, oh well now the first claimant Liam Connor he has been detained. I am not sure if you know?"

I look and nod, "You mean on account of the murder."

"Well, Brett, quite. A very unfortunate business all round."

"Unfortunate. I should say, poor Simon is dead, that could be classed as unfortunate I suppose," I say and the breeder looks at me.

The breeder continues, "Which leaves Jonas Parker who made a claim and wants you as his breeder partner. We shall call him in shortly."

"Shorty more like. Have you seen him? What a squirt."

"Brett please don't interrupt," the breeder says, a little annoyed.

"Sorry, Mister. I will do my very best. You are very lovely and I am very sorry. So, do pray continue."

The breeder looks a little embarrassed, "Now before I begin there is a rather delicate matter. The claimant is on our files as your brother. It only came to light this morning but he informs us you are in fact his cousin and you are aware of that."

"Ah! Yes, indeed, I am adopted. My real father was swept away by some tragic running water. You should always be mindful of tragic running water,"

"I will. So we can clear that up. I will make sure the files are corrected in due course. Now, this is how things work. you will read the breeder vows with me. I shall call in your bull partner. He will take you to the bonding room. It is highly recommended you comply with him, but we will use control devices if needed and two guards will assist if needed. He is not allowed to fully mate with you. He is allowed access to your butt cunt. You will remain in your cunt belt at all times."

"It should be called the sampling room really. Won't matter, anyway, his dick is smaller than my pinky, no problem."

"Well indeed. Now anyway once the dowry and data files are complete you will move with your bull to the western campus. That can be anytime from a day to a week. Who knows, this time tomorrow you could be in the Western Campus happily together. He will have full and unfettered access to your body and the academy will provide assistance if required to ensure you do comply. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir."

"Good. Any questions?" he asks.

"Lots of questions."

The breeder looks at me. "Well, ask away."

"Your mustache. I thought breeders could not grow them. How do you do that?"

"Well, I meant about the ceremony." He rubs his top lip and looks flustered and annoyed.

"No, I have lots of questions but none about this. Please call forth my cousin Lord Noodle Penis and tell him my ass is ready to make his claim."

"Oh dear this is the second one like this today," The breeder says, rolling his eyes.

"Ok, repeat after me. `I, Brett Parker, do promise to obey my bull master. His desire is my desire without question. I will worship his bull cock for I am only a breeder. My breeder pussy is his, not mine. I will be obedient and true. I will serve him loyally according to his wishes and needs. This is my breeder promise.'"

I repeat the hateful words and the whole thing is over before I know it. My head swims and I feel really strange.

The breeder calls Jonas and the door on the far side of the room opens and Jonas walks in.

"Jonas Parker, your breeder partner is ready for bonding. He has sworn the breeder oath to serve you without question in whatever way you desire. Do you take Brett Parker?"

Jonas smirks and gives his response."Yes." He looks at me with an evil smirk. I want to scream and shout and run even in my strange state. That should be Liam, not this piece of murdering shit. I feel my belly roll, and I vomit. It is mostly bile and coffee and I still feel rather strange.

The breeder looks and he calls out. "Service bot clean up required ceremony room 10. Sorry Sir I think he just has a touch of nerves I guess. Well, you two enjoy."

......

We are walked down a corridor with several doors on either side. I hear moans from behind some of them. We get to a door, and one of the guards opens a door on the right. We enter the room and it is mostly empty except for a stand in the middle of the room. It's perfect to lean on while you get butt fucked. The guards follow us into the room.

"Congrats cousin. How about a kiss on the cheek," Jonas is still smirking as he speaks to me.

"I will do this one," I bend down and kiss his left ass cheek.

"Well, well I wondered when you would kiss my ass," Jonas laughs somewhat surprised. "I wish I could see it. I wish I could see what is left of that big dong of yours." He thrusts his hips forward and back and wiggles his 4 inch soft cock around.

I look at him quizzically as he grins at me and the grin slowly fades.

"Well, you can't. I am in a cunt belt. It is fucking ugly but it is yours oh master."

He moves towards me.

"Guards the control collar may be necessary."

"No, it won't, I am ready to obey and serve my bull master," I say as I move forward and caress his cock. It feels small, bigger than my clit but his bull cock is puny. He looks at me, confused as I jerk his cock.

I continue to tug his pathetic cock. "Fuck Jonas you are so much bigger than my sad clit. Oh so good. I want your big bull cock in my pussy now."

"Brett what are you doing? Is this a game?" Jonas is getting a little annoyed.

"No, I am serving you master. Serving my big bull master with his huge fat bull cock. God it feels so big in my hand I wish I wasn't wearing this belt now I would stuff your powerful weapon into my cunt and ride you beyond the stars. These guards would have to drag me away from this huge bull cock," I almost know what I am doing but mostly I don't.

I hear the guards giggle.

"Jonas please get your massive bull cock hard for me. I want to feel it harden to the powerful fuck weapon I know it to be. I want to feel its full wonderful length in my hands before you plunge it in me," I am still tugging his soft cock. Jonas looks up at me and takes a step back and his soft dick flops down and free. I step forward and grab it again.

"Please, I need you master. I am your worthless pathetic whore please fuck me with your big bull power rod. I need your mighty fuck sword in me now. Please take me. Abuse me for all the wrong I did."

Jonas snaps, "Stop it you bitch, stop it."

"But I can't. Jonas please I need you so bad. I am so wet for your hard bull staff. Get it shaft hard, cast your bull spell on my butt cunt and make me yours. Grand bull sex wizard," His limp cock hangs free as I let go. I run my hands over my body. "Oh god, I am so horny for you. I am so fucking wet for you right now. So fucking wet." I stop speaking.

I turn around and lean over the stand and expose my butt cunt and bloom. "Please Jonas fuck my butt cunt now. Stick your wizard staff into my sloppy hole now. Enchant me with your powerful spell. I need it so badly. I need you so badly master," I flash Jonas my full bloom.

Jonas is pissed at me he shouts, "Why are you doing this you fucking whore? I have a dick and you don't. I am a bull now. Not a maggot dick anymore. You are just a fucking breeder now Brett. Stop this now."

"Yes. I know but please Jonas take me. I want you. I need your big cock so bad I don't have one anymore give me yours. I wish I had one as big as yours. I wish I could know your power, but I can't. I am a pathetic breeder. Fuck my hole, please. Show me your power," I say, and Jonas grabs me and he is shaking with rage.

"You bitch stop it. This is not how it is supposed to be," his voice and face have cracked. Whatever crazed scene he hoped to play out, this was not it. The guards are laughing and he looks at them and back at me.

"I understand master. I am not worthy of you," I say, still bent over.

He looks like he is going to cry. He looks at his dick and my ass. His dick dangles down soft as can be.

"Fuck me, please." I turn around and get on my knees before him.

"Please Jonas fuck my butt cunt. Please," I say.

Jonas is almost on the verge of tears "Get this bitch out of here. He is high as a fucking kite. Get this piece of cunt out of my sight." He yells.

"Oh no, don't make me leave," I can see Jonas is lost at the moment.

Jonas is now screaming. "You haven't won bitch. Next time I will fuck you and you will have a control collar on and I will fuck you, bitch! Get out!"

The guards take me out. I carry on with my performance still reveling in it, "As you say, master," I leave and I cough up another load of bile and I am met outside the admin building by Angel and Dane.

"Well, a very good morning to the both of you." They look at me and each other.

Angel says to Dane, "Oh shit it was Levarol you gave him, look at him,"

Dane looks at Angel, "I thought it was Aidex. I am sorry Angel."

"Well, Angel, you have a mustache too. How is that possible?" For all the world I can't really understand how he grew that since I saw him last.

"Shit let's get him back," Dane says to Angel as they lead me back to the dorm.

.....

(Chapter 42.) Whodunnit?

I wake up and it is 2:00 AM. I am not sure what day it is and I feel pretty awful. I head out into the night, and the sky is full of stars and I try to piece together the afternoon. It is all a bit hazy but I sort of remember most of it.

I think back to Jonas almost crying because he couldn't fuck me and I start to chuckle. I stop and then I worry because right now I am like Angel with Nate when they bonded. Jonas will make me pay for sure. The drugged haze and confusion of earlier has faded. It saved me earlier but next time, when I'm alone with Jonas and a control collar, my body will be his to abuse.That look in his eye.

I think back to the afternoon and why Angel had a mustache and know I am coming down from a big fucking trip.I sit for a few hours in the garden area just thinking and praying that Angel will wake up and tell me he got everything sorted. That Liam is free, and he can claim me as his pair, but I can't see a way out of this. Also, in the back of my mind, I know somehow I have the answer. I try to think, I had a moment of clarity and it is gone. I try to think but thoughts of Jonas and what he will do to me cloud my mind. I worry about Liam and how he must feel. My redhead boy who was just starting to learn to be a bull with me and now this, he must be broken.

Poor Liam, the boy who saw my muscles and huge cock, and then beyond that, in a way that few people, myself included, ever did. He saw into my heart, god he must be worried. He will be cut and changed, and I hate that. I wanted him as a breeder for so long and now that it has happened to me I wouldn't wish it on anyone.

I know that he took a chance with me. That day in the dorm when he asked me if he could take the bed next to mine. His grin won me over, but he was shaking. When he flirted with me, he was always so brave but I could see how nervous he was pulling courage from somewhere deep in his soul.

That night he let me fuck him, and he sucked my cock. When he walked into that orgy room and offered me his ass, he won me over. I would never have been brave enough to do what he did that night to show him that I wanted him. I would not have exposed myself to someone like that. That took courage to take that risk.

I used to wonder what my life would be like if we were two bulls and I thought that could never work and he must wonder now what it would be like if we were two breeders and right now I would take his tiny cut clit and suck it till he came. I don't care what he has between his legs, but I know he will be worried.

Angel does eventually wake up, but it is still early, about 4:00 am. Angel walks to me, "Oh god Brett are you ok?"

"Yes, I guess, but only thanks to you and Dane. What the hell did you guys give me?" I look at Angel and he smiles.

"Oh, I am sorry about that slight mix up. I was so worried about you. It was supposed to help calm you down," Angel sits down next to me.

I lean into his full soft breasts and turn my face down. I see his clean tidy pussy bald and speckled with art. I can see his clit almost poking out of the tidy slit, a sign of his arousal.

I lift my hand and run it down my brother's clit. "Brett." He moans as I pull back his cunt flaps and expose his clit and breathe on it.

"No," Angel says but he strokes my head and I run my big fat thumb around his clit and up and down his pussy lips. He whimpers in that giddy way that us breeders do.

I move my head down further and lick the small button of flesh. It is still hard to believe that I saw him fuck with this when it was a cock. Now so small, like mine. He moans as my tongue swirls around the crevices that surround it and then I engulf it in my mouth and he pushes my head down onto this small fun button and I suck it.

He grinds up and into me and I suck him hard and he cums his long hairless muscular legs shaking his big feet curling and uncurling and he pushes me off him and onto the floor.

"Angel," I say,

"Shut up Brett, I am Jake now. Get those fucking fingers in your big brother's fuck hole." He rams his fingers deep into my pussy and I do the same. I poke two of my fat long calloused fingers up his cunt.

"Fucking dirty whore," I say to him as we grind into one another.

"Filthy fucking breeder bitch. Come on Brett grind that fat useless clit," Angel's vocal encouragement only increases as we work each other over. We roll around on the ground wrestling and kissing.

A competition that nobody can win but us. We finger fuck one another and I throw him on his back and make him eat me out. "Eat my big fat ugly cunt you bitch," I say, and he does, every lip and fold is his and it feels divine grinding my sloppy wet twat into his face. I look down at Jake into his big blue eyes looking back up at me as he sucks my fat clit.

"Filthy fucking whore. I am still bigger than you whore." I pull on his long hair and grind into him. I see him finger his small tidy cunt and little clit as he sucks my big fat clit. He cums hard, so much so he can't lick me. I give him a minute as he spasms underneath me stroking himself.

"Get me off bitch," I say, and he looks up at me, his big eyes wide and he smiles."Fuck?" I ask.

"Yes," He grabs my hand and takes me to the dildo room.

"Oh really," I say as he grabs a dildo and picks up a 10 incher.

"Adam and I call this bad boy Brett," he says waving a 10 inch fake cock. "I want to fuck you with your old cock Brett." He runs the dildo up the folds of my aching empty pussy.

"Yes, feels good," I hiss at him.

He straps up and slides it in me in one thrust. It feels fucking good and fat in my cunt. I love how good the old me feels. I love the feeling of knowing what I gave to breeders, that knowledge of how fucking good I was.

I love how Jake finally has my cock and can't feel a fucking thing just a pressure on his breeder clit as he pounds into me. I love how big I feel, no, felt. I love how it makes me forget about Jonas and Liam in that heated moment of kissing and sweat and pleasure stuffed by Jake wearing a cock he named after my former glory. I love how much it pains me to miss it and I explode in a furious orgasm lying shaking under my brother who is still cursing me calling me his filthy breeder brother. Laughing at me, mocking me. I try to hold onto the pleasure but it ebbs away, it always does. I lie on the floor, I spread my legs and feel the Brett-sized gape in my wet cunt. We lie down next to each other laughing.

He kisses me on the cheek. "Yeah, Brett. We did it again, At least there is no chance of you knocking me up this time," he laughs, come on, let's shower. We got a whole heap of shit to try and sort out. "You are not going to like it," Angel says and somehow I knew that already.

......

He finally tells me the news, and none of it is good. Liam was sentenced but that was commuted. For 24 hours. He tells me he met with Counsel Alderton who Liam's father has representing Liam. Alderton and Angel are working hard to see what evidence there may be to get Liam off. Angel even briefly met with Liam's father. They checked the surveillance footage and there was something of a blind spot near the Jester bar where the crime happened. They had been going over it. But there is nothing to show that Liam didn't do it and just overwhelming evidence he did.

"Mason!" I have that moment of clarity. "No Jonas."

"What is it, Brett?" Angel looks at me.

"So that thing with Mason the business with him being trafficked."

Angel looks at me, "Well now Brett we don't know he was for sure, they are still looking into that,"

I can see it all but struggle to say what I know, "Simon cleared everything up the day Mason went missing... Then Greg...Oh, Angel...Thomas."

Angel grabs me, and smiles, "Count to 10, Brett"

I do as he says and try to compose myself so I can explain..

"So one night I was with Thomas and he told me about an argument he had with Simon. They used to argue a lot but that one was different. Thomas told me that Simon had done something with the data files and he helped him. Simon had pushed Thomas to help again, and he refused. I could see that he was scared of Simon. He told me they had both done something terrible and Thomas wouldn't do it again. Simon got mad."

Angel asks, "but how does this help with Liam?"

"Well, Thomas told me he knew who Simon was working for. He told me it was someone I knew well. I did ask Thomas if the person who was helping Simon was you."

Angel gives me a bit of a shocked look and interrupts me, "So you thought that I was involved in some shady breeder racket with Simon, thanks Brett."

"Maybe. I mean Angel you get stuff that nobody else can. I am fairly sure that stuff Dane pumped me full of yesterday is not readily available. That isn't the point. I didn't know what the scheme was then. Just that it involved data files and that it was a bit dodgy."

Angel smiles, "Thanks, Brett. Dodgy! So how does this help Liam? I just don't get it."

"Bear with me. Thomas never told me what was going on, just data files. I never really knew what their scheme was and how Simon was involved. Then yesterday Greg was at the Admin center and he was screaming about Roger. Yelling about how he doesn't know anybody called Roger.

"That got me thinking about when Mason went missing and how the records had Roger and Mason as the same person. You said Simon sorted everything he cleared up the whole mess. But how could Roger and Mason have one palm print?

"Greg is at the Admin center trying to find Mason and breeder bond him but he has registered with Roger. Got me thinking how Mason's palm was the same as Rogers.

"So who could have two people on one record? Well, the data admins maybe. If you wanted to traffic someone that is what they must have done. I don't know how but I do know Mason has been trafficked and the one who sorted everything out was Simon. And who worked in Admin? Thomas and Simon.

"Well, that reminded me of Thomas and how the person Simon was working with was someone I knew really well. So who could it be? Brick? Zach? They spend their time on their backs or bitching about the cock they had. And quite frankly they are not that clever. Mason? He went missing so doubtful he trafficked himself besides he wasn't that smart either. Adam? Thomas didn't really like Adam; they were frenemies at best. Thomas would have told me if it was Adam. Dane? You can vouch for him. Liam? Why? His family have more credit than a god, besides he wouldn't traffic breeders. So who would Simon be working with trafficking breeders, presumably someone who has connections in that trade and someone I know well?" I ask.

"Jonas," Angel says.

"Jonas. My brother Jonas. Thomas said it was someone I knew well and no good would come of it if he told me. He didn't say it was someone I liked. Thomas would know Jonas was working with someone on the outside. Thomas would know that. It would hurt my family. Jonas is the only person I can think of. Thomas didn't tell me because he thought Jonas was my brother and he knew or thought he was working with father. Or at least I suspect that is what is going on."

Angel looks at me deep in thought. "Jonas. Huh, it makes sense I guess. So how does this help?"

"Well it doesn't but here is the thing. How did Jonas know that Liam was arrested? How did he know when I met him just around 6:00 PM? That Liam was arrested for murder? I mean what time was Liam found with Simon?" I ask.

"Well, it was around 4:30 PM, I heard. So what? Word gets around," Angel says to me.

"Yes, and who is usually first to know anything around here?" I ask.

"Well me or Dane? Adam sometimes. Now that you mention it though, the word didn't get around, did it? Dane had to really dig to find out what had happened. Brett, you may be right," Angel says thinking.

"Angel I know I am close, how many real friends has Jonas got really? He knew all about it. The other thing is how Jonas registered me as a breeder pair. What time did they close registration?"

"Well, they closed at 5:00 PM. the day before yesterday. That was the cut off." Angel replies.

"Exactly so even if Jonas found out at 4:30 that day he had 30 minutes to register me knowing he could get me. But that isn't what happened."

Angel interrupts me, "He wouldn't have had time, but he probably did it before maybe days ago. Jonas could have registered anytime."

I look at Angel, "Really Angel do you think Jonas would have registered me as a breeder pair knowing that he might have to get in a bidding war with Senator Connor? Fuck Angel, paying for me would be like petty credit to the Connors. I bet the Connors have more valuable cock rings than they would pay for me. So why would Jonas do it?" I ask.

Angel thinks and replies, "Well, to torment you?"

"Look, Jonas, he wouldn't do that. Sure he would torment me, but putting in a bid he knows he can't win? That would just make him look stupid. He wouldn't set out to fail. Jonas would only ever have put in a bid knowing Liam wasn't going to be around. So by my calculation, Jonas had 30 minutes from finding out that Simon was dead and Liam was arrested, to register me as his breeder pair. What is more likely is Jonas did register me days ago because he knew Liam wouldn't be around. He would only know that if he was going to frame Liam for the murder of Simon."

Angel is still trying to process what I am saying, and then says, "Well I think Jonas probably did have something to do with this, but murder?"

"Oh, Angel I think it is all too much of a coincidence, Thomas, Simon, the admin team. Simon clearing up the business with Mason when he goes missing. Simon working for someone I know, Jonas showing up and registering me as a breeder pair. Angel, I just know somehow Jonas was the one who killed Simon."

"But trafficking? Murder!? Oh, fuck!" Angel says trying to take in how serious all of this is.

"What the hell do you think father does Angel? Well, you told me what he did. He is shady, the little bitch boy Jonas helping him out around here. Simon is, I don't know, maybe blackmailing them? Jonas sees a plan to kill two birds with one stone."

"That would be like Jonas," Angel admits.

"You said things were bad lately. The house in the hills, all that fell through. A nice piece of last-minute breeder ass like Mason would make a pretty credit. Mason's palm swipe went funny about a few weeks ago and about the time Simon and Thomas last fell out. So it was all last minute. Angel it all fits. Don't you see?"

Angel looks at me, "So you don't think maybe Liam found out and got involved somehow?"

"Oh, I don't know Angel, I just know Liam is no killer. Just think though, the murder spot behind the Jester baris a surveillance black spot. Only someone on admin would know that. Liam wouldn't. Simon would. What if Jonas and Simon or just Simon lured him there. Oh hell Angel, I don't know I just know that Mason was trafficked. Check that out, and I know Simon was in on it and I know Jonas is somehow behind this. I would check any visi footage of family day with Father and Jonas."

"Fuck baby brother, sometimes you are dumb as a post and other times you surprise me. Why didn't you mention this before?" Angel seems convinced at my theory and starts to smile.

"I told Dane yesterday it just came back to me now."

Angel laughs and says, "Well Dane did say you were rambling about Mason and Thomas and Jonas. You also thought I had a mustache. You know something, I didn't really want to say but I checked out Mason and there really is no sign of him anywhere. It is almost like he never existed."

"So he really was trafficked?" I ask.

"It looks like it. Shit that is the first one this year that I know about. I am sure there will be others. I know it happens but fuck. Mason. I think you are right about Jonas. He left his apartment the day before yesterday at about 12 and didn't go back till 7 just after his meeting with you. I had a few suspicions. But to be honest, my focus was on looking for Liam and Simon's movements on the visi screen, we haven't been looking at Jonas," Angel says and has that determined look.

"I know it isn't much to go on, and time is short, but Angel I just know it was Jonas. I am sure it all hangs together, we just need to find some proof before it is too late," Angel looks at me as I stop speaking.

"Right. You know what I think you are right. You clever boy. Well, you just gave me a lot of shit to do now. I will drop a visi message to Counsel Alderton, get me a coffee and I better get working. What time is it?" Angel is springing into action.

"Nearly 5:00 AM," I reply.

"Ok. Well, go on then. Coffee! Let's see if we can untangle this mess," Angel says, trying to sound positive.

.....

The morning flies in a flurry of activity with Angel and Dane rushing around. Angel has heard back from Counsel Alderton, and he is going to see what he can do. Still, there is nothing yet in the way of proof that Liam didn't kill Simon. But I know they are doing everything they can to explore every avenue.

Counsel Alderton has contacted the prenatal unit where Thomas is. Seems he went into Labor at 3 this morning. Alderton will visit him as soon as he is out of Labor.

"Well you are going to be a father, that is something to celebrate. Two breeders having a baby together doesn't happen that often. I mean it does happen but not often," Angel hugs me as he tells me the news.

"Not funny." A part of me is happy. However, this is a baby I will hardly see, the only one I will ever put in another person, it doesn't really give me much cause for celebration. I also feel for Thomas because he was dreading this moment.

I keep staring at the clock. Liam will be cut by 3:00 PM.

I also have no idea when I will be called to the western campus to live with Jonas. I just know he will have done everything he can to have his moment sooner rather than later.

Liam's father is putting weight on the Academy and is doing everything he can to get Liam exonerated. There is a lot of credit being spent to try and help Liam, but time is running out.

.....

I am standing waiting for updates when Angel comes in and that look tells me it is not good news. "Brett honey."

I can tell from his look they are here for me. "Really, now?" I say I feel dead inside.

"Brett, honey, they are here. You have to go," Angel is crying. I look at the time, 2:03 PM. Less than an hour and Liam will start his journey to becoming a breeder.

"Thomas?" I ask.

"He came out of labor about an hour or so ago. A 15 lbs. baby Brett. Congrats, daddy," his smile is short-lived.

I look at Angel, and I see his tears fall.

Two breeder guards come in. "Come on Brett. Angel, you stalled him long enough," the guards say barging past Angel.

"Come on you." The guards slip a control collar around my neck. The guards start to move me out of Angels' office. I can't go like this. I pull myself free. I need to make sure Angel understands.

"Thomas, you call him..." I say grabbing hold of Angel. The guards struggle to hold me.

"Counsel Alderton is there now baby honestly it will all be ok," Angel says crying. The guards pull me off Angel and I push one of them away and he flies against the wall .

"No Angel, you message Thomas! Angel, you do it..." I say, trying to speak as I struggle with the guards. I know Thomas will only risk everything if he knows I am in trouble.

"Enough of this shit." I Hear the guard I just pushed away yell.

They zap me and I writhe around on the floor in agony, almost blacking out.

"Promise me, Angel. Thomas...you do it... promise." I can't speak any longer. Pain and blackness fall.

.....

(Chapter 43.) Time is Running out.

I don't remember the journey, I just remember seeing Jonas standing there wearing the control collar wristband.

Jonas is waiting for me, and he is rock hard, his 5 incher poking out of those jet black pubes. There are two breeder guards with him.

Jonas speaks to me, "Brett dear let me escort you but first a little something, as you can see I am ready." He points to his hard dick.

"I also think that after yesterday's performance this is for the best, just till I break you in," he points at the control collar wrist band and pressure pad he wears.

"Ass, mouth and cunt. I am going to give you three loads, and you are going to hate it. I will make sure of that," Jonas says with that evil smirk.

"Thank you, boys,'' Jonas says. "I can handle things from here."

The guards leave us and he walks towards me.

"Come on bitch we need to get that fucking belt off I can't wait to see what they did to your big fat cock," Jonas says and laughs.

Jonas runs a hand down my chest and then back up. "Tits are going to suit you bitch. A nice set of juicy tits. All those hours pumping and sweating for these firm perfect muscle mounds. I can't wait for you to watch the muscle overrun with soft flesh."

He then squeezes my nipples. "Those pert nipples are so small, so useless. You aced sex ed, Brett. Breeder nipples are bigger, big fat teats and a rare treat. I bet you made a few breeders cum with tit play, haven't you, bitch? One load and you will know that pleasure yourself," he says and squeezes my left nipple.

"Yes, Jonas."

"Oh, that voice of yours is so deep so masculine. Mine is still more breeder than a bull. It must gall you that I am still so much more of a breeder than you. My voice, my size, even three months on Golden Nectar. I am still small and puny next to you but you are more breeder than me in that one vital way," he says and I feel it now in this moment more than ever that hole in between my legs.

He stands back. He is still rock hard and enjoying his moment of triumph.

"Look at this Brett. What is it, 5 inches? My `little shrimp dick' that is what you called it, isn't it? Look at it you cunt," he snarls at me and I look.

"What do you think about my dick?" he asks.

I say nothing.

"Answer me, Brett, I am your master. I fucking own you. What do you think?" He shouts.

"It is pathetic. You still have a tiny cock," I stupidly say to him.

"Yes but every day it gets a little bigger. God, I know you wanted so badly to be a bull. You must hate this, seeing me still with my maggot dick getting bigger every day. Look at my bull cock Brett. Is it bigger than your cock?" he asks.

"Yes. I don't have a cock anymore. I have a breeder clit," I reply but I fear my defiance won't work today.

"Yes you do, you have a breeder clit and a sad wet cunt," he says grinning that silly smirk. I want to hit him.

He moves towards me and then he stands back. "Well, let's see it."

He picks up a small pad and taps a code. I feel the small vibration of the locking mechanism turn. "Remove the belt, show me your breeder cunt. Let's see what you haven't got down there," he starts to laugh.

I look at him and I tug at the latch and twist it until it comes free. I undo the front and turn around as I slip the cunt belt off me and turn around and face him.

His grin turns to a smile then a laugh. He laughs and laughs, he cries with laughter as I stand there. He can barely catch his breath.

"Fuck that is ugly. Fucking hell. Oh my god. The most beautiful breeder on either campus with the ugliest fucking cunt," He holds his sides as he carries on laughing.

"Oh my god, that clit. That was your glorious cock and now it is fucking small and sad. Your big beautiful dick poking out of the ugliest cunt. Fuck pull the skin back let me see it all," he says roaring with laughter barely able to speak.

I do as he asks. I pull at the skin around my clit and expose its full glory to him with all two inches of fat cut clit on display. "Fuck!" he starts to laugh again.

"Oh my fucking god that is the fattest ugliest fucking clit ever. I can see the scar as well fuck me," he roars with laughter and I burn with shame as I stand before this man. A man who, even with drugs, will never be the bull of a boy I was. Now I stand before him, the boy I teased. Now I am mutilated, emasculated, cunted. I teased him about his shrimp dick and now he owns me. He is my master and my fat ugly cunt is his now, a source of amusement, no hilarity, to him.

He stops laughing but is still giggling. He steps forward and he runs his hand over my clit. He grips my clit and squeezes it hard, and I try not to scream but the pain is searing. I scream in pain, eventually, as he squeezes harder on the remnants of my dick gripped tight in his slender fingers. My massive tool that I used two big hands to jerk with now gripped almost fully in this bastard's slim fingers. My knees buckle but I remain upright.

He lets go. "Fuck they turned your cock into a big fat clit. Still the biggest eh? The biggest fucking breeder. Not quite how you saw things is it," he laughs and wipes away a tear of laughter.

I am still reeling from the pain. "Yes," I gasp.

He grips it again "Yes what?"

"Yes sir," I say.

He walks away from me, and I feel a blast of pain. I look around and I am dazed. It takes me a moment, wondering at how the room changed, and I realize I am on the floor. I have fallen to the ground.

He stands over me.

"Did that hurt Bitch?" He asks.

"Yes sir," I pant. "Please Jonas don't do that ....Arghhh," he ignores me and zaps me again and I writhe on the floor.

"Jonas? I am not Jonas you dumb bitch. I am your master, you pathetic breeder bitch, you call me sir or master. Not Jonas," he spits the words with venom.

I feel tears well from the pain. It is excruciating.

He leans down and holds my nose. I gasp and he pours some liquid down my throat. I pant and choke a little but swallow as well. He does it again and I swallow more. He puts the bottle down. "You are set for hours now. I won't touch that shit personally. So I can take my time with you and your cunt," he says, chuckling to himself.

I quickly feel the heat in my cunt. The overpowering need, the emptiness. I feel hot and tingly. I look up at him.

"Undiluted cobra blood. A big cunt like you needs a big fucking dose. Bet you feel it now Brett. Bet those fuck holes of yours are getting wet. The damp feeling you breeders get. Not a hard strong fuck pole. No, breeders get wet, leaky, damp, moist. Fuck. I can see your fucking cunt leaking now. Oh my god, it is leaking, you are leaking pussy juice," he squeals with delight and claps his hands and laughs.

"Get over there and lean over the bed and show me that fat juicy butt cunt. That fucking dripping butt cunt," his voice is a mixture of vicious laughter and hate.

I scramble to the bed and lean forward and pull my ass cheeks apart.

"Now to do what I should have done yesterday," He clambers behind me and just lunges his dick in and I take him in one painless thrust. I moan, and he tugs my head and slaps me.

"Come on bitch beg me to fuck you, or I will fucking juice you again you sad cunt. Beg me like the fucking bitch you are," He says pumping his cock in and out of me.

"Fuck yes. Fuck me, sir," I say. I try to pretend and part of me, the drugged heated part of me, wants to get off. I need to get off but the words are hollow and empty.

I want to talk dirty to get this over, but it won't be over. It will never be over. Soon he will make me suck him off, and my voice will be a shrill breeder voice. My pathetic cries to be fucked will make him laugh more. I am going to be his cunt to be used and laughed at. This is my life, a fucking human joke for him.

He pushes into me but not that deep this time.

"Fuck. I may have a small dick now but soon it will be stretching this beefy cunt and both you and your pussy will fucking love it. You big clitted fucking cunt," he says and stops and pulls out of me.

He plunges back in and thrusts in and out fast. "Fucking dumb whore now. My big fucking dumb cunt. Fuck so happy, so fucking good," he pants and I know he is already close. He must have wanted this for so long. I wonder if he used to jerk off thinking about me like this. His small dick and pathetic load cumming as he imagined this. I hear him pant. Now he has me bent over and dickless, my breeder holes for his disposal. I am worthless now. He is in heaven and I am in hell.

"Dickless cunt, Brett the dickless breeder bitch," he pants with his sad thrusts.

He pulls out. I didn't feel him cum. But I heard him. A sad whimper. He was a terrible fuck, he came already. I am still so fucking horny, and I am worried about what is to come now.

He tells me to turn over. He stands over me. I sit upright facing him, his dick soft. He kicks my legs apart and leans down his spent cock shriveled to 4 inches, for now.

He crouches down between my legs and runs his soft cock between the folds of my wet pussy. He pulls the foreskin of his soft cock back and taps it on the small mushroom head of my cut clit. I have a fat clit but his cock is bigger than mine. I look at him knowing that that's the smallest he'll ever be again. He gets bigger when he's hard, and he'll get even bigger on the golden nectar. My small dick brother is bigger than I can ever get. He laughs at me tapping my clitty with his dick.

"See the difference," he carries on tapping his shiny bell end on my bare and dull clit. Fuck, that glossy head is almost as big as my whole clit. I hate that I am reduced to this before him of all people. My pride in who I was reduced to a nub smaller than Jonas, owned by the man I mocked.

"Yes sir."

He puts a hand on my cunt and wipes it. He lifts his fingers to his nose. He pushes them under my nose next. "What is that smell, Brett?"

"My pussy sir," I say. I stroke my clit a little.

"Yeah, too fucking right, and tell me cunt how big is your dick?" He pushes his dick forward to my folds again. I see his 4 inch shaft roll over my tiny clit and down into the swollen folds of my sex.

"I haven't got a cock, sir," I say and he chuckles.

He stands up, and I feel his damp cock slap on my cheek.

"No you haven't, I have a cock. A small 4 inch dick, 5 hard. The fact is Brett, I have a cock and you have a cunt," He laughs and steps back from me.

"Play with it, Brett," he says, and I reach out to his dick. He roars with laughter and he strikes my face with a limp but still stinging slap.

"No you dumb bitch."

I look at him confused as he stands reveling in his moment.

"Let me watch you. Play with your fucking cunt, your pussy, your clit. Amuse me bitch. Play with that ugly cunt. I need a fucking drink, then I am going to work on that fucking voice. Get a load down your throat. See if you can mock me then," he laughs and looks at me with evil in his eyes.

I move back up against the bed and furiously play with my clit. I jerk it with one hand and palm my aching empty wet cunt with my other. I moan and groan and he is back with a drink and a smirk watching me laughing.

"So ironic seeing you like this Brett. The boy who aced sex ed. Knew every tip and trick to get a pussy off. You were so full of yourself. Now look at you using that knowledge in ways you never imagined. You fucking love it, don't you? Tell me bitch tell me how you love it, how it feels," he still has the grin and makes the odd laugh at the sight of me sitting before him. My big thick fucking legs spread open my wet cunt and engorged clit on display as I show him how I get off now. Not jerking my big dick. Not tugging and jerking a big dick. No, now I am reduced to this, rubbing my fat clit and poking my empty snatch.

"Yes sir. I fucking love my clit, my big fat breeder clit, and my pussy. Fuck so fucking horny. I am getting close."

I pant and he just stands there drinking, watching, and stroking his dick.

"I bet Liam will have one just like it. Maybe I will get you two to bump pussies, before he leaves to some god-forsaken whore house." He says and laughs. I want to cry. Not Liam, not turned into a breeder, whored out to be fucked by anybody. Not forced to bump clits with Liam for Jonas's fucking amusement. I don't want Liam to be like me. I stop thinking about Liam. I attend to that need in my cunt. I am working myself hard and that craven desire between my legs and in my clit rises. I need to get off.

"This is too much. If only you had known growing up you would end up smaller than me. Friggin yourself before me with a fat clit," Jonas says.

I look up at him and see his puny pecker is bobbing. I look down at my silly clit as I jerk it hard and palm my fucking hole and lips with fury. I am getting so fucking close.

I see my long, muscular legs stretched out for days before me and look at his thin stick legs. I feel my huge feet bunch, my long fat toes clench as I lift my legs high and wide, a sign of my impending bitchgasm. I must look pathetic to him. I know that is how I feel as I reach that peak. Moaning and panting before him.

"Fucking cum you daft cunt. Cum. I want to see you fucking cum," he almost screams the words.

"Close so fucking close master." My legs tremble, I scream and yell. I am really abusing my clit and pussy now.

"So fucking close master." I feel just about there and it happens. I cum and shake and spasm playing with my breeder clit in front of him and I burn with pleasure and shame as I feel my pussy erupt. I am not sure what is happening. I never did that before, not now not this. The ultimate sign of being a breeder bitch. The spray of seedless fake bitch cum.

I remember the look on Angel's face when he sprayed bitch cum as I fucked him and now it is my turn and I can't control it or stop I just have to let it go.

"Oh god no. Not this," I yell, and I look over at the clock at 3:03 PM. And my warm breeder juice cum coats my hands as he shrieks with laughter. My whole fucking 6 feet 5 inch body shakes and creams as I abuse my pathetic breeder clit and cunt. I want the orgasm to stop. I want to take it back, but I also want the last moments of that orgasm more. I work at myself wringing out the dying embers of pleasure.

He is laughing hard now. His cock semi-hard. "Oh, that was sweet. Fucking bitch spray. Not even real cum. Fuck this is too much fun. Shit Brett. That must hurt your pride," he says.

I come around a bit and feel the bitch cum on me. He is right. I burn with humiliation even the cooling bitch juice is not enough to put out that fire of shame.

"Clean it up bitch," he says and I go to stand up and feel that zap and I hit the floor.

"No, you silly cunt clean it up with your tongue. Clean your breeder cum with your fucking tongue," he snarls.

I look at him still lying on my side. He must see the pain in my eyes, he just stands there hard and chuckling.

"Clean it up bitch." I put my tongue onto the tiled marble floor and crawl around licking up my cold wet fake cum and cry.

I hear his visi screen ping. "Fuck."

"NO! Fuck NO," He is angry. "Fuck. I gotta go. Fucking hell," Jonas yells still hard. I feel a sense of relief.

"You will fucking keep. It is not like you can get out of here," Jonas says and laughs.

"Help yourself to anything, remember you live here now," Jonas says.

He leaves and I try to access his visi screen but it is denied. I can get water and that is about it. Everything I want is restricted.

My tongue hurts.

I am still horny, and I shower and play with myself. I cry as I play with my clit thinking about what they are doing to Liam right now.

I hope and pray that the message Jonas got was good news for me but I doubt it. I have lost all hope.

An evil thought passes in my head. I could kill him, but I know whatever I am, that is not me.

....

I eventually dry off and lie on the floor sometimes playing with my clit still horny and wait and wait.

I am suddenly overwhelmed by a zap and writhe around again in pain. How much pain can I take? How much juice my body aches with pain.

I heard him move around. I wonder if that is how he will always greet me with a zap on the control collar. No `Hi honey, I'm home' just knock me to the floor with a zap to greet me.

"I bet that fucking brother of yours had something to do with that. They had two guards ready to take you back, some shit problem with the dowry. Angel, fucking bitch," he zaps me again and gets himself a drink.

He stands close to me and smiles, "Still there is some good news that cunt Liam is on his way to clitty town. I would like to fuck him myself, and you could watch," he says and giggles.

"Jonas. Sir. It isn't too late to stop-" But I feel a blast.

"Shut up dumb bitch. Give me a few minutes. I really need to work on that voice next, then pussy for the main course. Take you to titty town."

I hear him laugh as I kneel before him and he takes a swig of wine.

....

It didn't take him long to get me to take another dose of cobra blood not that I really needed it but the fresh blast of cobra blood got me really horny. I spend my whole time kneeling before him as he drinks his wine.

He is hard again and puts his empty wine glass down.

He stands "Ok cunt. You know what I want next," he stands by me.

"Now suck my fucking cock. Suck it good."

"Yes sir," I say. I stare at his cock the thick bush of black pubic hair frames it. It needs a trim, but I reckon he is overcompensating until he grows out a little more.

"Lick my balls first," he says.

I am shaking, and I move my head to his nut sack. They are not as small as I thought and I smell his musk and feel my cunt leak and ache. I worry about what is in his balls and what they will do to my chest and voice, but most of all I worry about what I will do. I am scared, and I open my mouth and begin to lick his balls.

"Good bitch. They are full. I am going to empty them in your mouth, and then your pussy. Make you a real breeder bitch. You want that don't you?" Jonas asks.

"Yes sir."

"Tell me how you want my spunk in you. Tell me," he says.

"I want to taste your cock and swallow your cum sir. I want you to unload your fuck piss into my mouth cunt. I want everyone who hears me to know that I am a true breeder who has three cunts for the use of a bull, sir," I say and I see him twitch, his little cock lets a bead of pre ooze from the end.

"I know you are lying, I know you fucking hate this, and yet that only makes it better. Now suck it like the fucking bitch you are," he says, and I look up at him and he looks down on me for probably one of the few times in 21 years. Now he will see me like this whenever he commands.

I lean back and then forward. I open my mouth and take in the head and shaft. I roll my tongue around and slowly caress his balls with my fingers as I begin to bob on his dick.

He grabs my head and pulls me in, and his pubes hit my nose and top lip. He is trying to face fuck me, but I can take his short dick and I do. I suck and work his dick with my mouth. My third breeder cunt is coming, the one he will change with his seed.

"Brett, I dreamed about this moment for so long. Watching you so smug before and now here you are sucking my fucking bull cock. Big brother Brett. Fuck. So good to see you learn your real place, sucking my cock.

"Brett, your mouth is so good. Every word you speak after this you will think of my cock. Every last fucking word you hear from your mouth and you will know my bull cock gave you a mouth cunt. Fuck, you will sound so fucking good with a bitch voice."

I suck harder and harder. "Oh fuck bitch, suck harder. Oh yeah," he moans as I suck him.

"Brett, I am not going to last long. Fuck Brett, Liam taught you well. Shit that is good."

Jonas has his five inch dick ready to change my voice forever and this is just the start. I feel his cock twitching. He is close I can tell.

I think about Angel and Nate, how he tormented him after his voice changed. Jonas will do that to me and more. I feel a tear roll down my cheek as he tugs my head onto his cock.

My fate is sealed. Jonas is about to cunt my mouth, and my voice will be changed by his small pathetic dick. His weak seed only the start of my final descent into becoming his breeder bitch.

.....

(Chapter 44.) Liam's story.

(Liam's POV)

I woke up on the floor behind Jester Bar, and my head hurts. I am groggy. I sit up and look around.

There is a person lying on the floor next to me. It's Simon I move towards him and feel a strange sticky wetness on my leg. I look down and it is blood. There is a knife on the floor.

I roll the body over. Simon is dead. I can see it already.

I had never met Simon until earlier today. I was out walking and he came up to me. He told me there is a problem with my ceremony with Brett tomorrow. He lets me know he works on the admin team and mentions how someone is trying to sabotage my pairing session. He has this weird indirect way of talking and I start to get angry, but it is crowded. I am close to causing a scene a few times but he is jumpy. I don't know what to do. I don't want to scare him off.

He tells me he thinks he can help but there is a chance it could take weeks to sort out and there was a chance the ceremony with Brett might not take place at all. At some point I grab him. I tell Simon to stop fucking around and that if he just tells me what he knows I can sort this out. I mention who my father is, and he tells me he knows.

That is the problem he tells me. I ask if this has something to do with my father. He looks away saying nothing.

"What the fuck is going on?" I ask.

But we are in a public place and he is clearly not going to talk unless I beat it out of him. He let me know that there is a secluded spot behind the Jester bar. I have to come alone and we can meet and talk there.

It was cryptic at best, but it was Brett I was concerned about. I wondered if someone, maybe even my father, was planning to sabotage my bid for Brett to be my breeder partner. I spent the next few hours frantic with worry. My mind spun, my father wanted a breeder for me so it seemed unlikely he was behind whatever was going on.

More likely it was someone he had upset. A powerful man like my father has a lot of enemies in high and low places. Or perhaps it was just Simon blackmailing me. This couldn't be happening. But if some crazy person was going to put Brett and my future with him in jeopardy I wasn't going to risk it.

So I went to the meeting spot at 4:15 PM. just like he said. Nobody was there. Then a shock, a really sharp painful shock to my body.

Then another blast of that pain and then nothing. Everything just descended into blackness.

Now here I am. Simon's dead body feels so heavy in my arms.

Two guards walk slowly toward me and tell me to move away from the body and stand up with my hands in the air.

They call for a bot, and before I know it bots arrive and assess Simon for signs of life.

I stand up and I am shaky. One guard walks to me cautiously and asks, "What happened?"

"I don't know. I found him like this," I say a little confused and I ache all over. I see several more bots arrive. One begins to scan the scene and one picks up the knife.

I look down and my hands and body are coated in blood. More guards are called.

They ask my name, they ask about Simon. They ask me to go with them to the admin building. I am in a daze. I look around, and Simon's body is wrapped up in a body bag. I see two guards stand near the narrow entrance to the area effectively sealing it off. We walk to the admin building down some back walkways and corridors. We are hidden away from prying eyes down back areas I never really knew existed. I am still in shock.

I feel nothing my mind races but to no avail. They take me to a medical bay, and some of the blood is sampled.

They tell me my palm scan proved a match with that on the knife.

...

I am questioned by a big angry looking bull. Two breeder guards stand watching me. I look at him. The bull has a full thick beard and a long fat bull cock. His menacing and angry expression tells me he thinks I murdered Simon.

"What happened?" The big bull asks.

"I told you everything I know. Honestly," I say.

"We have the knife, your prints all over it. Nobody else came into or left that area, just you and Simon. We have witnesses who both saw you go in there. People saw you arguing with him earlier that day. We have visi footage of you grabbing him and shaking him. We have eye witness accounts to that effect as well. He was blackmaling you and you murdered him. Fuck just tell me." He is angry.

"He wasn't blackmailing me or maybe he was. I am not sure. I told you everything." I say. . "Fuck we are going around in circles here." The bull questioning me says.

I tell the bull my story over and over, and he has had enough.

"Liam Connor you are charged with murder."

Murder. I am held in a cell, and I can't really work out what happened.

......

The next afternoon I am sat in the admin building. One of the chamber rooms. It is almost 3:00 PM. I should be with Brett right now. I am a mess. The whole thing has been a sham. However, even I can see my case is hopeless. A dead body, I am there covered in blood. A knife with my palm signature on it.

"Liam Connor, you are found guilty of murder. You are sentenced to live out your days as a marked breeder whore at a pleasure house of the Academy's choosing. The sentence and processing will begin today and shall be complete within seven days. The victim's family can provide a bull to inseminate you if they choose."

Counsel Alderton stands. "Warden Borodino please, we have a lead which could prove the boy's innocence. Senator Connor is a respected man, give us just one week on sentencing," he pleads on my behalf.

"The senator may be respected, but he already has one son convicted of murder serving a sentence. Seems to be a family trait. No disrespect to the Senator. I would also remind the Senator that the Academy council is independent in it's governance, finance and actions. This seems to be a clear cut and very sad matter, so with respect I will have the sentence commuted for 24 hours. But no longer. Dismissed," the Warden says and people begin to disperse.

The remark about Tom, my father's son, was unnecessary, but everyone knew that the Connors were crooks, my father is probably the biggest. But to hear the words `guilty'. My future seemed so sure and now I will join Brett as a breeder. Not just a breeder but a whore. I curse this country and my decision to come here but then it gave me Brett, even if it was just for a few months. It gave me him. I wept.

The trial was over just after 3:00 PM. I had my father with me and his counsel, Alderton. They got me the 24 hour stay but it seemed hopeless. I was supposed to be bonding with Brett and now this.

.....

I am held in a cell overnight. I wait and hope that nothing has happened to Brett. He will be upset. But not as upset as I am the next morning when I get to see Counsel Alderton and he tells me about Brett and Jonas. They are now a breeder pair. They had their bonding ceremony yesterday afternoon and my heart breaks.

That bastard he will have butt fucked my man. He will have poured his seed out of his maggot dick into Bretts lovely breeder butt cunt. Soon they will be living together. I weep.

I watch and wait and hear nothing.

I pray to any one of the thousands of gods I don't believe in for a miracle. Praying that I can get out of here. Praying that someone, anyone saw something and that I can walk out of here and claim Brett and hold him.

He is a breeder now, and that is what he wanted for me. In hours that is all I will be, a fucking breeder for him to rub clits with. Not even a full breeder, a fucking whore.

A cut tiny clit, not my bull dick. I need that for Brett. I would have changed places with him if I could. I would have done anything to reverse our roles. I would have that day on the stage, seeing him looking up at me as I looked down on him. I would have swapped with him in an instant. I knew then I needed to be the best bull possible for Brett but I think I knew that I was always going to have to do that.

That other night when he told me how he feels, his shame and pain, I wanted to squeeze the shame away. I wanted to tell him I love him, not his cock or his pussy. I love him, not a part of him, but I didn't and now he would never believe me anyway. Those words would ring shrill and hollow in his ears coming from a breeder whore.

The hours pass and I piss and look at my 4.5 inches of fuck meat and pine for how I would have fucked him. Every fuck a torment me trying so hard to be the bull he was meant to be. The bull he could have been. I wonder if he is better off without me. I would have had to try hard to be a bull to match the bull of a man he already was when I met him.

I roll the skin of my cock back before I push it forward over my head. I should jerk while I still can, but I have no desire for that. None. I don't care about that anymore.

I already hated how our lives would have been, how we can love in this country but never as equals, never be a true couple, a real partnership. Now even that sliver of hope, of escaping this country and restoring him. The vain hope of a treatment like my mother's. He is restored now, such treatments are wildly expensive but my mother has the credit he would help. Such thoughts are dreams.

That was my dream. An escape with Brett to a place where he could choose his life. Maybe he would restore himself or maybe he would keep his cunt. But he could choose.

In another country another time, I would have let him fuck me in the pussy, I would be his breeder gladly. Now I will just be a whore in some backwater pleasure house doing god knows what. Getting pissed on, tied up and spanked, beaten. Those places are bad.

They come at last, and I see they are taking me to the med bay. All hope is lost.

....

The doctor smiles at me. I see the almost upright table in the middle of the room, the medical equipment and the scalpel they will use to cut me. I look at the doctor. It is Doctor Anderson. I met him before, he is the one who gave me the growth powder.

"Well, Liam, if you could stand here," he says, gesturing to a spot on the floor. "So good to see you," he says with an evil grin.

My heart races. I only saw one circumcision and that was Gordon. It is not something I grew up knowing much about. It really isn't common in my country. A very small percentage of men had them but in Avon, it is a personal choice. Not part of a cult of shame that it has become in Albion.

"We need to get you strapped down, one foot here and another." I am resting upright.

I feel a pain in my arm. "Those were going to be something, those arms of yours, just like Brett. I have done thousands of these Liam, and I am going to give you a nice scar with Mr. Scratchy here. He gives a very good scar. Now I gave Brett Mr. Blunty, both are good but his scar will be bigger. It is a great scar, maybe you have seen it? I remember him. I rather liked him. He got me a little flustered, I don't mind telling you. It was those big feet and legs. His thick muscular thighs and that fat dong and big balls I bet he emptied those in you. Oh my. Doing him was a pleasure," Doctor Anderson says.

I don't really notice, but I am strapped up now and being laid onto my back.

I can see down to between my legs my soft cock now poking out of a blue cover. He puts clamps in the foreskin.

"Well just know that when you shrink down you will have a smaller scar than that friend of yours. Course..." he tugs on my cock and pulls the roll of skin back, puts a metal cap on my bell end, and then folds the skin back over the metal cup.

"I doubt you will have a clit as fat as his but I think..." he tugs on my cock, "It should be a good size. I might give you a little something to fatten it up. That is what I did for Brett. Probably gave him a little too much. I bet he catches that little nub more than he wants. Ouch," he says and laughs.

"Of course, he cried like a baby. Like I say, I don't remember many, but Brett, oh I remember him. So proud, so sexy. So convinced he was going to be a bull. You should have heard him.

"OH not me Doc, I am a bull Doc."

"You made a mistake doc."

"Boo hoo."

"Why me."

"What a pussy. Those big guys are always so much fun. Sexy fuckers. Oh. I don't suppose he told you he pissed himself right after I jerked him off. I even fucked him in the ass. Nice butt cunt on him," the Doctor says casually as he works and moves around.

He is adjusting things now and tugging at my foreskin. One last tug and it hurts suddenly.

"Nearly there," he says, fixing the clamp shut.

"We've got to wait a while. The thing about a guy like Brett is that someone like you would never have measured up. Not really, so in a way this is for the best. He would always know he was bigger than you, and everything you got was just drugs. You would have known as well as he did, so you know this little cut is for the best.

"You know I gave Brett his first clitgasm. He came really hard. That thing was really fast. Well to an expert like me. Fuck the Zimorette worked a treat gave him a real fat clit. Not long now another minute. You know something, Liam, I am going to give you a double dose of Zimorette. Senator Sam Connors' son deserves that. Senator Connor is such an advocate for trial drugs. Seems right his son should benefit. Hell, you may get a bigger clit than Brett with a double dose. I think we are good to go. Now Mr scratchy do your thing," he says.

He wields the scalpel fast and quick. He holds the foreskin in front of me and smiles as my cut skin dangles before me. "Nearly done, I just need to get my healing pen out and get that clitty started." He works the pen on the scar.

"Perfect. Liam, you are now the proud owner of a clit. A cut clit. We won't be locking you. No need, you will be back here tomorrow. Any problems with the healing just get a guard to bring you back in and we will check you over. You will be done in 7 days. Now I am gonna give you a few shots and one of them should give you a nice surprise in, oh, an hour or two."

He tugs my cut cock and I look away. I don't want to see it.

"Remember, try not to think of this as a cock anymore, it is a clitty now. Just think, you nearly made it, nearly had 12 inches of hard fuck meat. Soon you will be shrinking down in size. Hope you got good use of it while you had it," he says and those words make me flinch. I had never fucked anyone till I met Brett and I had to. I had to show him I could be the Bull he might need.

He injects me again and again, and I am raised up and I feel my balls and dick hang down. They unstrap me and I walk back to the cell with two guards on either side of me.

I don't cry, I am exhausted. A convicted murderer, my love being fucked by his cousin. I may as well be dead. My dick seems so unimportant, that wretched piece of flesh between my legs they can do what they want with it.

...

I sit here in my cell. I run my hand over the head of my exposed cock. Even now as a bull I am so much smaller than he ever was.

I will be no use to him now. It doesn't look as bad as I thought without the skin covering the helmet, but it feels strange and tender right now. I have no desire to touch or think about it.

I think about the things I said and did to Brett. I think about how I behaved that time in the restaurant talking about me being a bull, Golden Nectar, showing him my muscles, telling him things had changed. I think I now know how he must have felt hearing me, a man who he had fucked, dominated, and loved, telling him that I would take care of him. Telling Brett that I was his bull, what a joke I was that night.

Then I felt a wave of pleasure wash up in my ass. I feel like my asshole is on fire with an insane itchy pulsing pleasure and I moan in delight but my heart sinks.

The doctor's surprise. I moan again and touch my ass. I want to touch it, and I do and I know I am getting a butt cunt. I am blooming. I want to cry, but the desire to stroke my new breeder butt pussy is overwhelming.

"Oh please help me but most of all Brett." I pray quietly and moan loudly as I feel my new breeder butt cunt bloom. Even in my agony, I burn with pleasure as they turn me into a fucking breeder bitch. I lie sobbing, fingering my ass.

.....

(Chapter 45.) Thomas and his baby.

(The prenatal facility of Albion).

Thomas lies in bed with baby Brett suckling on his big fat full breast. His cat tattoo is bigger than ever.

"Shit it looks like you are sucking on the cat's ass," Thomas says, and shifts the baby over to his other tit. He is exhausted. He feels the stinging and pain in his pussy almost 10 hours in labor and 15lbs has taken its toll.

Baby Brett is crying and for a baby, he already seems big. Thomas feels proud that they have such a big boy.

"Brett suck this titty come on there we go. That's it, yes," he feels baby Brett clamp down he stops crying. He rocks back and forth as his baby feeds from his tit milk.

"It is not your fault baby, momma is going to have to get used to you sucking on that titty. Just not now."

He feels Lil Brett really go at his nipple again. "Ohh you are hungry. Shit. Easy. Your daddy always knew how to do that as well. Oh, come on gently," he says as baby Brett sucks hard. The baby pauses and opens his shocking blue eyes, just like his father's. Thomas knows that right now if he was not so sore and torn down there right now and tired, really fucking tired he would let out a little drip of juice from arousal. The baby's eyes are only open a while but long enough to see they are Brett's big beautiful soulful eyes.

The baby has a shock of fair blond downy hair. Just like his father Thomas thinks.

There is a knock at the door.

"That gentleman is still here." The nurse says.

"Oh, show him in," Thomas replies.

"Thomas. I am Counsel Alderton. I may be too late, but I am here in connection with the murder of Simon Raskin."

"Murdered? Simon? But how?" Thomas is shocked. They had not parted on good terms. Simon was doing bad things and now he had paid the ultimate price.

Counsel Alderton tells the story and Thomas listens, he is sad, he sort of loved Simon, but he also knew he was a bad person. Thomas knew about the data files and the trafficking that Simon was involved with. Thomas knew Simon was working with Jonas Parker, Brett's brother. He knew that Jonas would pass the academy data files to his father. He knew all of this because he helped Simon to do that. Thomas knows that if he tells this stranger what he did he could be in serious trouble. He nearly told Brett once about his brother Jonas, but decided against it then.

He holds his baby tight. He listens and thinks and wonders. He wants to help, but he doesn't know Liam and can't really see why he should save Liam. He can't risk everything for a man he doesn't know.

Thomas says he really doesn't know anything that can help Liam. Baby Brett has dozed off as he takes in the story.

"I really wish I could help," Thomas says as he clutches his newborn child to his chest. Thomas has done so much to keep this child from adoption he won't risk losing him. Not now, not ever, not to save Liam's dick. Now if Brett were in trouble, he might take a risk but not this, it is too big a risk.

The Counsel is about to leave, and Thomas says, "I really am sorry I couldn't be of any help. Poor Simon, what a terrible business."

Thomas looks at the clock on the wall. It is 3:01 PM.