ADAM'S PREDICAMENT

BY SHAKEY PSYCHE

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

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

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

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

“Maybe he is, Karl,” he said, with a serious look on his face.

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

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

“Remember the report I gave you?”

“Oh yeah,” he said, suddenly remembering the folder. “I still can’t explain the differences in the boy, Kyle.”

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

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

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

“You do know how this happened; don’t you?” I asked him.

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

I smiled at his consideration.

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

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

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

“Sure thing, Mike, see you then.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Master?” Adam answered, not getting the joke.

“Never mind, Adam. Come on; let’s get you something to eat from the kitchen.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Harder, Master,” he whispered to me again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fine, Dr. Evans. At least I’m not throwing up anymore.”

“Anything else?” he asked the boy.

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

“That’s unusual,” he said, while stroking his chin.

“Everything’s unusual about this, Mike. Anything specifically unusual?”

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

“How did that feel?”

“Weird, to be honest,” he replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m getting really scared now, Master,” he said with his head bowed.

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

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

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

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

“What the fuck?”

“What now, Mike?”

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

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

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

“That won’t be necessary, Doctor.” It was the young bald man I saw Adam talking to the last time we were in here.

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

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

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

“I can help, Dr. Evans, I assure you,” he said.

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

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

“First, may I see Adam’s eyes?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you referring to Atlantis?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s the difference between the two?” Mike asked him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, doctor?”

“Assuming all of this isn’t some form of joke, where are these embryos kept before they are fertilized?”

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

“And they are fertilized, how?”

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

“Through the mouth?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Are all leaders impotent?” Mike asked.

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

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

“What about the accelerated healing ability?” I asked him.

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

“Adam’s body has the ability to heal itself very rapidly,” I told him.

“How rapidly?”

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

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

“How did you know I was here?” Adam asked.

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

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

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

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

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

“Is everyone as light skinned as yourself?” I asked him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’d like to talk to you about the particulars, if you please,” Mike spoke up.

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

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

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

“I’m a diplomat, Adam. I handle disputes between peoples.”

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

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

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

“Master, may I sleep with you tonight?”

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

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

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

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

“Yes?” I asked, stopping the assault briefly.

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

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

“Yes, Doctor, everything’s fine,” I said, feeling slightly annoyed.

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

“What is it, Mike?”

“What’s going on in there?”

“Master, you might as well let him in. He’s not going to leave us alone.”

“You don’t mind?”

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

“Come on in, Mike,” I said, sighing.

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

“I can’t believe you, Kyle.”

“I really don’t mind, Dr. Evans,” Adam said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The doctor nodded and turned back to Adam.

“Are you alright, Adam?”

“Yes, Dr. Evans. I’m fine,” he said as he was getting up on shaky legs.

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

“Recovers fast, doesn’t he?” Mike asked, rhetorically.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He’s fine, doctor,” Williams said with a smile.

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

“The kid’s a masochist, Kyle,” Mike said, astonished.

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

“Sorry,” he said, awkwardly.

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

“Not again, Master,” he groaned.

“Again?” the doctor asked.

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

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

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

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

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

“Great,” he said quietly from the doctor’s lap.

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

“You can’t do that, Kyle,” he said, holding his hand up to me.

“Why not, Doctor?” Williams casually asked.

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

“Please, Master, fuck me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Feeling frisky again?” I asked him.

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

“Mmmm, I always like that feeling, Master,” he said.

“What’s that?”

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

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

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

“Nympho, Master?”

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

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

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

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

“Excuse me?”

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

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

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

“You okay?” I asked him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Have you told Adam?”

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

“I have a feeling we’re going to have to tell Adam’s friends about this.”

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

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

We shook hands and he left for the eastern seaboard.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, right, Mr. Henderson. Boys can’t get pregnant. It’s impossible.”

I smiled at his reality check.

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

“So, Adam’s going to have a baby,” Horace, being the leader of the gang, spoke up.

“Two, H,” I corrected him.

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

“Well, don’t look at me,” Horace said.

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

“Ohhh,” he said, and his hand went to his stomach.

“What?” Karl asked.

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

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

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

“Wicked,” Horace stated, matter-of-factly.

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

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

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

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

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

“Mr. Henderson?”

“Yeah, Phil?”

“What’re you gonna do with the babies once their born?”

“I don’t know yet, Phil. Adam and I haven’t thought that far ahead.”

“What’s his name?” he asked, motioning to the mare.

“Her name’s Summer’s Edge. I call her ‘Summer’ for short,” I said, correcting him at the same time.

“Mr. Henderson?”

“Yeah, Phil?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you spend any time with your uncle?”

He shrugged and nodded shyly.

“Do you like it when he does that to you?”

“No, sir, that’s why I want you to do it.” That confused me.

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

He sighed heavily before he answered.

“I want to enjoy it, sir,” he whispered.

“Are you sure?”

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

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

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

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

“He’s waiting for you, Master,” he said as he passed by me.

“You okay, Adam?”

He stopped and turned to face me.

“I’m fine, Master. Why do you ask?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Looks like you’ve got a gymnast in there,” I kidded with him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How do you feel, Phil?”

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

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

“My uncle didn’t care. He just shoved his thing inside me and did what he wanted with me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sorry, Mr. Kyle,” he said, bowing his head forward.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What did that feel like?” Karl asked, incredulously.

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

“Big deal,” Adam commented. “I’ve done it lots of times.”

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

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

“Now, what is your problem? Hm?”

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

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

“Yes, Master. I’m sorry,” he said, genuinely.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wh…what do you mean, Master?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why not the nipples, Mr. Kyle?”

“Because they are too sensitive as he’s pregnant.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Horace jumped up to volunteer to take his place.

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

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

“What’s that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, jeeze, not again, Master,” he whined.

“Yes, Adam, again,” I told him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mr. Kyle?”

“Yeah, Phil?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“They’re kinda quiet this morning, Master,” he informed me. I smiled and he left the room.

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

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

“How would we accomplish that?”

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

“Well, I don’t like either choice, Todd.” And to be honest, I didn’t.

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

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

“You’re probably right about that one,” he said, laughing.

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

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

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

“I accept, Kyle,” he said with a simple nod.

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

“Where’s Phillip?” I asked them, noticing that there were only three of them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you tell your parents?”

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

“Do you trust me?” I asked the boy.

“Yes sir,” he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I like that one better,” I mused.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry,” he gasped again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, Phillip. Your parents would object. Why would you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I couldn’t argue with that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He’s gone…”