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Chapter 33: Some Genman Ass

Chapter 33: Some Genman Ass

Hanz arrived at the office to find Ben sitting behind his desk, but no Roy. "Okay Ben, where’s he at?"

"I had him lock himself in the bathroom and bolted the door twice. You want to talk about stink—he’s in high cycle. I’d be afraid to let him out of the office just to walk home, much less out to the warehouse. Even I have to control myself, and I’m huge. As a side note, he’s due anytime and I’d probably tag him."

"Thank you, Ben, for being so considerate. This isn’t going to be easy on him. Let me check on him, then I need to come back and talk to you before I take him home."

Hanz approached the bathroom door. "Roy, you okay, baby? It’s Hanz. How are you doing?"

"I’m okay, but my pants are ruined. I soaked all the way through," Roy’s voice came through the door. "I felt suddenly wet and there it was—it just all came out at one time. I couldn’t control myself. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to do this to you. I embarrassed you."

"Roy, you did not embarrass me. Accidents happen all the time. I don’t doubt that you started very suddenly because we did a lot of fucking yesterday, and I bet that threw your cycle into high gear. I just have that effect on sexy Genmen like you." Hanz leaned against the door frame. "I’m going to talk to Ben for a minute about another little matter, then I’ll come back to the door and knock on it and announce myself. Don’t open the door for anyone else but me."

"Yes sir, I will make sure it’s you before I open the door. I hope to have myself presentable before we leave." Roy’s voice was strained. "I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to cause you any problems, sir."

Hanz returned to the main office. "He’s okay. I told him to clean up and make himself ready, and I’ll take him home in a few minutes. But first we need to talk."

"Sure, Hanz, what’s up? Anything I can possibly help you with?"

"Yes. Tell me what you know about a Genman named Rommel."

Ben’s expression darkened. "That no-good piece of shit. If it hadn’t been for the kid, we would have thrown him and his mate off this ranch a long time ago. Both of them are nothing but pure Genman sluts—always got an angle, always trying to do something, always trying to take advantage of anyone they can. His mate tricked another Genman, declared Gencar, got a baby out of him, raised it till it turned 2 Genman cycles—sixteen years human—and then he started breaking the kid in, getting him ready for his breeding. Genmen like that disgust me. There was no Gencar at all, just a slut getting his ass fucked by a good-looking guy. Rommel took the young man. I felt sorry for the guy—he delivered Kieran and left. Last time I saw Kieran, he was bloated up like a blimp. He’s small, didn’t help that he didn’t receive what he needed to grow right, and he’ll always be small." Ben paused, studying Hanz’s face. "Why? What’s been done to the kid now, excuse me, young man?"

"This morning when I was out, Rommel delivered Kieran to Martin," Hanz began. "He said that since we were a house of Gencar, he would relieve himself of the young man without the child because he was claimed by his mate, and Kieran was now our responsibility unless we wanted to give him away to another Gencar couple. He was just coming into cycle back to back—really screwed the kid up. Kieran is a wonderful young man, cute but unloved, loyal to a fault. But I suppose that’s the way he was brought up, as a substandard Genman."

"You have to breed him now, or if not, someone else will, and he can’t stand that. He’s too small—he’ll deliver human children a lot easier than any Genman child."

"Don’t worry, I handled it. Found him in the spare room facedown, ass up in the air, ready to be bred. I took good care of him—he didn’t suffer even though I am quite large. He was still well spread from just delivering two days ago. He feels that he has to apologize for any and everything, a lot like Roy. But he went through three burns. You know what that means."

Ben’s eyes widened. "Hanz, are you telling me that Kieran released three times and there were three burns?"

"Exactly. That’s what I’m telling you—he’s carrying three of my offspring. Five foot six and triplets. Martin says he’s never heard of triplets in a Genman before. Twins, yes, but never triplets being born."

"It’s like this, Hanz," Ben leaned forward. "If a fertile Genman is comfortable and safe with his breeding top, he will sometimes release more than one egg, but I’ve never heard of one releasing three eggs. You must have been really good for him to feel that way and do that for you. Have you told him yet?"

"I haven’t told him yet. He didn’t understand the burning—I calmed him and put him to bed for rest."

"If possible, Ben, can we help Kieran with his first child, Kirk? Or is he gone forever when Rommel leaves the ranch?"

"I’ll call Zack. He’ll know what to do in this case—he doesn’t like the P.O.S. any better than I do." Ben reached for his phone. "Go take care of Roy. He needs to be bred soon because he stinks bad."

Hanz chuckled and headed to the restroom to get Roy.

Hanz came walking through the office with Roy over his shoulder like a sack of grain, singing as he patted Roy’s ass. "Going to get me some Genman ass, gonna get me some Genman ass, gonna knock me up some Genman ass."

Ben shook his head as Hanz headed out through the warehouse, carrying Roy and singing all the way. There were a lot of hoots and hollers and whistles in the warehouse as Roy was headed to his destination. A couple of workers even called out, "Give him a couple for us! Knock him up good!"

Ben didn’t waste any time calling Zack. He was pissed as Ben told him exactly what he knew.

"I will take care of that son of a bitch myself. Neither one will be here by evening." Zack walked to the safe, opened it, and took out a bundle of money, placing it in an envelope and putting it in his pocket. Then he retrieved a special bottle he had made and left for Rommel’s place.

Zack walked to the door and almost broke it off the hinges when he beat on it. All he could hear was a child inside screaming his head off. Rommel’s mate came to the door.

"What does Mr. High and Mighty want at my door?"

Zack pushed him to the side as he walked in. He walked straight to the young child who was still screaming and picked him up to offer comfort.

"Get Rommel in here now," Zack commanded. "I’ve had enough complaints from everyone about this child wailing all night long and all day long."

Zack reached into his coat pocket, removed the bottle, and let the child nurse. The kid was starving.

Rommel walked in and saw Zack feeding the baby a bottle. "What are you doing with that child?" he demanded in a sarcastic tone.

"Keeping the child from starving to death, because if left up to the likes of you two, he would," Zack retorted in an equally sarcastic tone. "I have a deal to make. It’s going to be a one-time deal that will disappear—no thinking, decide now, or leave here forever with nothing."

He reached into his pocket and retrieved the envelope—a quite fat envelope—and placed it on the table with his hand on it.

"In this envelope, there are funds. Pick it up, take it, leave. You will leave the child behind, and I never hear from you again. If you attempt to contact anyone here or contact this child in the future, they will never find you. I have big friends at the GBI, and you will disappear." Zack’s voice was cold and steady. "This is a one-time offer. What do you say?"

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