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Chapter 29: The Threesome Arrangement

Chapter 29: The Threesome Arrangement

The next couple of weeks went by uneventfully. Martin was getting used to the idea of having someone beside him at night to hold him and constantly hold his belly. The small three-bedroom house that Zach had provided was perfect—with the twins coming, they could use the two spare rooms. There wasn’t anything fancy about the house, but it was a home for the children. They had a small yard front and back, and his furniture was okay. It really didn’t fit the farm life, but it was already paid for—who was he going to throw it away to? Nobody.

Hanz was getting used to all of this attention. He had a couple of followers that always seemed to be wherever he was, especially one Genman. He was 5’11" and had light brownish blond hair. He was well-built for his size and worked in the construction department. He had come around a couple of times to ask if they needed repairs done on the house, anything needed updating, anything needed fixing. Hanz thought this was a little bit overboard, but hey, who was he going to complain to? No one. At least he didn’t have to fix it himself.

Hanz was out watering a few of the new rosebushes. They weren’t his cup of tea, but Martin seemed to like them, so he would have to deal with it. As Hanz looked up, walking toward him with a smile on his face was the same Genman that had come by several times, willing to do repairs as needed. He introduced himself as Roy H.

"I want to ask something of you, but don’t answer right away. I want you to think about my proposal after you have spoken to your mate." Roy’s voice was steady but earnest. "I want to have a hybrid child, but I don’t want just any human. I’m not fresh—I’ve been opened and I birthed one child five years ago. I’m clean, no diseases, no drugs, and I work hard. I have a small home, a one-bedroom that can be added onto should I have a child by you."

Hanz looked at him with bewilderment. "Excuse me, what is it you just asked me?"

"I, sir, would like for you to put a child inside me—not just any child, a true hybrid child." Roy’s words came more quickly now. "I want nothing to do with a Genman as my breeder. I need a human, and with your size, your body structure, your skin tone, your hair and your blue eyes, you’re perfect to have a child with. I know that you’re with the other hybrid named Martin, but I’m not a hybrid—I’m a full-blood Genman. I will only allow myself to conceive a child, which will be a 50-50 hybrid, with a human who has demonstrated that he has good moral character, values, and will protect the child should I not make it through a delivery or I cease to exist for any other reason."

Roy took a breath before continuing. "But please don’t answer this right away until you have spoken to your mate and discussed it. If your answer is yes, I have no problem making myself available to you. If you tell me no, know that I shall never have another offspring. I had one child—I was bred by a Genman who did the job and left. I delivered the child and it was removed. I never saw it. I don’t know what happened to it or what it was. I was released from the ranch and I found my way here. I lock myself in my room every cycle so that I will not accidentally be bred by anyone."

Roy bid goodbye, walked away, and went back to the construction office, then to the warehouse.

A dazed Hanz walked inside, looked at Martin, and spoke slowly. "You would never believe what just happened. It is totally beyond anything I would’ve ever thought."

Martin smiled knowingly. "Let me guess—he wanted you to breed him and he wants nothing in exchange other than a child by you."

Hanz was blown away. "How did you know this? Who does that kind of thing?"

"Genmen, that’s who." Martin chuckled. "Remember, we don’t have the hang-ups that humans have about conception, sex, breeding, children, or relationships. Tell me, what was his name?"

"I believe he said his name was Roy H. He’s been here for five years or so. He had one child, I think from the breeding program, which was removed from his care as soon as it was born. He didn’t know what it was or where it is."

Martin thought about it for a minute. "Let me look into this. I want to find out all I can about Roy H—who, what, and where he’s from. I still have access to all my files from the corporate raids. Maybe I can find out something about him, about the child, or even maybe I’ll talk to Zach. Until then, keep an open mind. Who knows, I might put you in a breeding program." Martin chuckled at his own joke.

It took Martin a couple of days to gather the information he wanted. Roy had told the truth about himself and the child that was lost to him. But Martin had found out some other disturbing information about Roy H, something that would kill his soul.

"Sit down, we need to talk." Martin’s tone was serious as he gestured for Hanz to take a seat. "You know the young man that approached you a couple of days ago in the yard—Roy H—and he had a proposal for you. I want to talk. I found out a lot. He is telling the truth—he did come here five years ago, and he has birthed one child. It was done at the CX 75 ranch. He was bred the day after he turned 18. They gave him a shot of Genconmide to bring him into cycle, just like they did me. Then they unleashed Ivan on him—a.k.a. the Russian. Nine months later, after 18 hours of labor, he birthed a child. It was removed from him. He didn’t get to bond, he didn’t get to nurse, or anything."

Martin’s expression grew darker. "I have found out that three days after the child arrived at its new ranch, it was reported deceased. He must never, ever find this information out—it would kill him."

"Within hours of the birth, he was put off the farm and he came here. He was cared for a week by Zach and the team, then he was given a small home where he has been since. He’s working now with the construction crew—he works the warehouse because he’s only 5’11" and what’s known as a slight Genman." Martin leaned forward. "I want you to grant his wish. I want you to take him to bed and treat him as if he’s never been touched before, because basically, he’s still a virgin. During his last breeding, he wasn’t given any tenderness."

"I want you to see me in him." Martin’s voice softened. "I want you to treat him as you treat me—kind, respectful, never pushy. Take your time with him. Show him what making love really means, not an ’I’m on top, wham bam, you’re bred, get the fuck outta here’ kind of time. And by all means, show him how good you are at what you do by making love—kiss him, caress him, enjoy his nectar glands. But I want to do this in stages. Go to him three times, lay with him three times before you breed him. Make love to him three times before you place a child deep inside of him."

"Now this is where it’s going to get strange." Martin continued. "After he conceives your child, he will stay here in this house with us as part of our family. He will help me when my time is near and I deliver our children because I will need his help with nectar. He will be at the birth of our children, and we will be at the birth of his and your child. And Hanz, one more thing—you will repeat this as many times as he can push them out. We will fill this house with love and with children—my children, his children, and they will all be your children."

"I’ve decided that I shall talk to him and I will tell him the rules." Martin’s voice grew firm. "If he wants a child, or even 20 children by you, he will become part of our family. I’ve got my career, yes, I can still have children, but I’m not letting your genetics go to waste. You need to stop and think about it all you want, but this is what I want—this for us and for you and Roy. It’ll be you, me, and him, and no others. I don’t care how many sad faces, sad stories, or whatever else come through that front gate. It’s a three-way split right here, and that’s it."