Help! My Male Employees Are Having Babies!-Chapter 57: Crisis at Dawn

Robbie walked in with a worried look on his face, and Zach looked at him.

"Robbie’s one of the two men who’s going to help us with the construction for the new venture," Zach explained to Ed and Carter.

"Excuse me Mr. Zach, I need to talk to you and it’s very important," Robbie interrupted urgently.

"Robbie, this here is Ed and Carter Hawthorne. They own the land next door—all 25,000 acres of it. We’re going to be teaming up for a new project, a new homebuilding project for the wayward children that were rescued, and you would be part of it."

"That’s nice Mr. Zach, but I need to talk to you. It’s about Tim and it’s not good."

Zach got a stern look on his face. "What’s wrong, my boy?"

"You know you teamed him up with Frank to train him for the breeding program. He’s only supposed to observe what goes on and how it goes on," Robbie began hesitantly.

"Yeah, that’s proper procedure. You don’t turn a young one loose on a fertile bottom breeder until he’s been properly trained."

"Well, something happened yesterday evening. Tim did not show up for work this morning as usual, so I went to his and Frank’s cabin. The door was locked so I knocked and there was no answer at all. I used my passkey to enter the residence. First up was Frank’s room—it is a disaster. All the drawers are open, everything he has is missing."

Robbie’s voice grew more troubled. "Next, I went to Tim’s room. I found him in bed and he was curled up and crying. Frank got him bad, Sir. He can’t remember anything of what happened—he knows something did happen, but no certain details. It’s like he has limited or no memories of yesterday evening."

Zach stood up abruptly. "Ed, Carter, if you’re going to be part of this Ranch, you need to be part of this. I need to check on my boy Tim. I took him in when he was one human-year-old—he was small, scrawny, dirty and neglected. I raised this boy, I saw him through every step before and right after his transition. I helped him through a lot of everything that he’s gone through. Something’s not right here. I need answers and I’m going to get to the bottom of this right now. Follow me."

Carter rode with Robbie and Ed rode with Zach as they headed off to check on Tim. Zach slid his buggy to a stop in front of the house and was out of the buggy and almost in the front door before anyone else could get out of their seatbelts. He went straight to Tim’s room.

Just like Robbie had said, Tim was in bed, only covered with a sheet, but you could see that there were some bloodstains on it. Zach was furious.

Tim was only supposed to observe the process. He had made it abundantly clear that he only wanted to be a top breeder, and never did he ask to be pregnant or carry a child at all. In fact, he said he would never willingly do that—that was not what he wanted. But from the signs, that’s what he got.

Zach sat down beside Tim and gently stroked the young man’s head. Tim looked up and started to cry profusely.

"I don’t know what happened, Uncle Zach. Something bad happened to me—I could feel it but I couldn’t stop anything. And this morning I’m swollen and I hurt inside. What did he do?"

"Tim, please try to remember everything that went on yesterday evening," Zach said gently. "I know that you were scheduled to observe and observe only, a breeding with Frank and a newbie. Think back, please."

"I remember the center. I met Frank there, I took a seat in the chair across the room. Frank began to undress and there was another young genman there who was undressed and waiting on the bed. Frank walked up behind him and placed his hands on his hips and the young man moved. Frank got upset—he slapped the man’s ass and told him to be still."

Tim’s voice grew shaky as he continued. "Frank got behind him again and was trying to gain entry when the young man moved suddenly and got out of the way. Frank told him to get his ass back on the edge of that bed and get bred like every genman bitch should. He grabbed the young man and tried to hold him still while he gained entry. He was being very rough with the young man, and the young man pulled away one more time."

"Frank grabbed the young man by his arm and the bottom took a swing at him. Somebody came in from outside and said the breeding session’s over—that’s it, no more."

"Frank was pissed off," Tim went on. "He said, ’Back in the good old days we would put a 1-2 on that little bitch and he would have submitted to a breeding no matter what, whether he wanted to or not.’"

"Frank got dressed and told me to bring my ass with him—we were going home. On the way over he talked about how in the good old days we had ways to make these nervous Nelly’s submit to a good old genman fucking and breeding. The Z1 was too soft on these indecisive bottoms, we need to get more active and put the rod to them."

Tim’s breathing became more labored. "After we arrived home, Frank went to his room, I went to mine. After about an hour he knocked on my door and I told him to come in—I was reading a book. I had my sleep pants on, no shirt as normal. I stood up and put the book on the shelf when Frank walked up behind me. He wrapped his arms around me and started playing with my glands and nipples."

"I asked him to stop. He snidely remarked, ’You know you like it—every Genman likes his nipples and glands played with.’ I said, ’I don’t feel comfortable, please Frank, stop.’"

"He began to grind his crotch against my ass and I attempted to move but he held me steady. He put his head next to mine and said, ’You know you would make a good bottom bitch, and better if it was mine.’ He started to rub my neck and that’s the last thing I remember clearly."

Tim’s voice broke completely. "Next I was lying face down on the bed, my pants were around my ankles and I could feel myself moving as something was moving on top of me. After a while I felt a warm feeling inside my body—all I could do was stare at the wall."

"I can remember a big weight on me and it kept on shaking the bed as it moved me, and every so often it would stop and I would get a warm feeling inside. Then I heard Frank whisper, ’You love this, bitch. I was the first to break into your vent, and my boy will be the first one that splits it wide open coming out of it.’ Then I can’t remember anything because it all went gray."

Zach hugged Tim tightly. There was no doubt Frank had used the old 1-2 pressure point Genman move in order to make a nervous or undecided bottom passive so they could be bred. There was a pressure point on the back portion of every Genman’s upper neck that when pressed just right, made him become totally compliant and throw his ass in the air for any cock to be rammed up in him until he was bred.

Zach was beyond pissed. Tim was pregnant—there was no doubt about that. He had conceived a child by that monster. There was one way to circumvent this, to change the child’s genetic DNA makeup, but it would take a human’s DNA to do it. He couldn’t do it—Tim was like one of his kids or grandkids.

Ed and Carter had listened to Tim’s story almost in horror. Carter pushed Ed so that he would say something. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

"Zach, is there anything that I can do? Anything at all—just ask me. This young man needs help, all the help he can get."

"Unfortunately, Ed, the only way you could help is if you’re willing to make yourself available in a carnal way to Tim and allow your DNA to override Frank’s," Zach explained heavily. "A freshly bred Genman can have the DNA of the baby that they’re carrying altered if a human mounts him and leaves his seed within him prior to the first 6½ weeks of conception, but the sooner it’s done the better it is for all involved. It will remove all traces of Frank—after that time it takes a lot of effort on the father’s part to secure the child as his own 100%."

"Tim will still be pregnant, but instead of carrying Frank’s DNA Genman child, he will be carrying your hybrid child. That’s something that is not much known about, but we know it works."

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