Breeders & Bulls Pt. 12

(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.

(Chapter 46.) Jonas's endgame.

(Liam POV)

I sit in my cell and wipe my sloppy ass cunt. I weep and yet it feels so good. I want to feel Brett's old cock in it. I feel my cut cock throb again at that thought. Shit, I am horny.

I have just bloomed. I have an ass cunt I am convicted of murder and being turned into a breeder. My world fell apart in two short days.

As a guy who was partial to a bit of ass sex anyway this new sensation of slick dampness in my ass and the engorged puffy pucker feels good. I wished I had this that night Brett fucked me. I run my fingers over my new pussy. I can live on the dreams and the memories of him they can never take that away from me.