A Gay Man’s Tale

Morning came with dread. Today is the day I will be prepped for my first male pregnancy. I laid there with my hands folded across my abs and stared at the ceiling. I prayed that this morning wouldn’t come but here in Gaynamede, prayers are not heard nor replied, obviously. I closed my eyes and pretended to not be here. That’s my prayer answered, I suppose. Fuck.

A gentle knock on the door. Toby opened the door and brought in a tray with juice and a piece of toast. “Morning, Sur SamClive.” He smiled weakly. “I’m only bringing you something to drink and a bite to eat. Doctor’s orders.” He set the tray down on the desk and turned to me, waiting. 

I laid there unresponsive, refusing to acknowledge him or the morning. Toby sat at the edge of the bed and put his hand over my hands. “Baby. I know you don’t want to do this but...” I turned my head toward him and said nothing.

“You have no other choice. I’m sorry to say.”

“I could kill myself if I wanted to,” I turned my eyes back to the ceiling.

“Jake. Please. Why would you when tomorrow or next week may grant you freedom? You just have to hold on to that hope.”

“And if I’m free yet I’m going to have a baby. That’s not free, that’s going to be FREAK. Being gay is discriminatory enough but forced to carry a baby in a MAN’S body?! I’m not ready for that. What will my husband think of me? Will he even accept the baby or me? What will society think of me when I’m free to go home?”

“Jake. Let’s...let’s just take it one day at a time and deal with it as the time comes.”

“Toby. You’re not going through this shit. I DO! I have to fucking deal with this one fucking day at a time! This is something I don’t want to deal with! Why me? Why the fuck ME?!”

“I’m sorry.” He slid his hand off of mine. “I don’t know what else to say.”

“There isn’t anything else you can say.” I sighed heavily. “I’m fucked.”

“I’ll be by your side, every step of the way until we get out of here.”

“IF we get out of here.”

We both remained silent for a good long time before Toby spoke again. “Come on. Let’s get you to breakfast and I will give you an enema. We got to hurry. They’re waiting on you.” 

I finally got up from my bed and sat at the desk to consume my paltry breakfast while Toby headed to the bathroom to start the shower. With the last gulp of juice, I slipped out of my jocks and headed for the shower. Toby rubbed lube on my manpussy, slipped his fingers inside me, lubing my anal walls with slick. I stepped under the warm spray as Toby spread my hairy ass cheeks. He slipped the anal douche inside my rectum, filling it with warm water. It filled to full capacity as I grunted for him to pull out the douche. I expelled water from my manpussy and he slipped it back inside me for another refill. After a few douches, he stuck his fingers inside me, swished it around and pull them out for a sniff/taste test. “You’re clear.”

He wrapped me in a thick towel and dried me off especially my hairy mancunt. We headed back to my bedroom as he retrieved the tray and headed downstairs while I continued to get dressed. I put on my harness, a fresh pair of jocks and slipped on my boots before I headed downstairs. 

I heard Sam and Clive talking excitedly about the day that has finally arrived. Funny how one day, one event can bring joy for some, despair for another. I cleared my throat to make my presence known. I stood there practically naked except for the harness, boots and jock that could barely contain my oversized genitals and thick pubic hair. They gawked at me in awe. “May our Cocks bless you,” they said in unison. 

“Blessed be of my manpussy,” I murmured.

“What a wondrous day it’s going to be! We will soon be with child! Aren’t you excited?”

I swallowed hard and solemnly said, “Indeed.”

Sam looked at his watch. “Come! Let’s go meet with the doctor. He’s expecting us.” They headed out the door. With my head down, I followed with resignation. Toby greeted us at the front door to see us out. Sam and Clive went before me while Toby helped me with my cape. 

“You’re going to be okay. I’ll be here when you get back.”

I stood momentarily and stared at him before turning away without a word. I headed down the steps and climbed into the limo to face the obnoxiously giddy couple. 

“Sur SamClive. You look beautiful. Open your cape so we can look at your gloriously body that will soon be blessed with our miracle.”

I slowly opened my cape and sat there for them to ogle. I felt those eyes just raping me as the world whizzed by outside the limo. They clasped hands and offered up a prayer. “May our Cocks impregnate Sur SamClive and deliver us a son to call our own.” My eyes lifted in surprise. A son? “To raise him in our faith and class, to become a better man than we could possibly be. We’ve honored our laws and our religion and we ask for a divine blessing to grace our lives with a beautiful, healthy baby boy. Amen.”

“How do you know it’s going to be a son? Why not daughter?”

“There are no daughters here. Only sons. Your sperm is already male so once it’s converted to an egg, it will still be male. You will deliver us a son.” 

I sat there with the realization that that’s all we are, our bodies are forced to birth a new army of Gaynamede. Like Toby said. 

“Come. We’re about to pull up.”

We climbed out of the limo and met with Dr. Raymond and Mr Sholman.

“Glorious day, isn’t it, Mr Sam, Mr Clive?” He turned to me, “May the Cock bless you.”

“Blessed be of my manpussy.”

“Right this way,” Dr Raymond directed. We followed him into a large room, greeted by his assistants. 

“Take off your gear and boots,” an assistant said. I undressed and stood there naked, waiting for my next order. All eyes were on me. 

Mr. Sholman spoke up, “What a fine specimen he is!” He turned to me, “How blessed are you to be chosen to bear a son in their name!” He walked behind me and cupped his hand on my manpussy. “This manpussy will soon be brimming with life and bring a boy into our world filled with hopes and dreams that will be within his grasps.” He circled to the front and placed his hand on my chest, “Those nipples will soon bring forth milk that will feed him, to grow up bold and strong like Mr Sam and Mr Clive. Blessed be INDEED of his manpussy by your Cocks! Amen!”

A chorus of “amens” filled the room. I chose to be silent. The blessings are for my owners for I, myself was not mentioned, only my body that will be raped and forced to deliver a baby I do not want and have no power to refuse. 

I was led to an upright chair and leaned back in an incline position. Dr Raymond pulled out stirrups and spread my legs apart to clasp them in each stirrup. My hairy manpussy was exposed for the entire room to see. The men sat down in chairs to watch while his assistants stood by waiting for the procedure to begin. I started to hyperventilate and shake. The assistant slipped a gas mask over my face to ease my anxiety. I felt his fingers rub my anus with thick globs of lube. The procedure has now begun.

His fingers slipped in my rectum, stroking it gently to loosen my tight sphincter. I suddenly felt relaxed as my legs fell to the wayside. He slipped his whole hand inside and slid up my colon with enormous ease. He slid his arm out of my hole which in a very relaxed state remained wide open. Since Mr Sam’s cock is the longest of the two, Dr Raymond asked Mr Sam to insert his erect cock in me so my rectum can be measured how far my womb should be. Mr Sam stood up, unzipped his pants and was about to stroke himself when an assistant got on his knees and began sucking him to erection. He then slipped on a condom that was fitted with a microchip camera.

“Thank you,” Mr Sam said to the assistant. “That was quite kind of you.” The assistant stood up and nodded. “The pleasure is mine.”

He stood between my parted legs, placed his cock at my cavernous opening and slid deep within me. He locked eyes with mine and I groggily tried to stare at him but felt hazy. 

“Hold still,” Dr Raymond ordered. “I’ve got to get the right depth for easy conception.” He keyed on his monitor and marked a spot. “Okay, you can pull out now.”

“Isn’t this exciting?” Mr Sholman turned to Mr Clive. Mr Clive nodded vigorously. Mr Sam tucked his cock back into his pants and rejoined them.

Dr Raymond slid his arm back inside me and I felt a sharp pain inside my colon. I jumped a bit but immediately relaxed again. Soon I felt a sheath slip over my cock and started a rhythmic suction of my dick. He then continued his work on my rectum while my cock was being sucked on by a machine. I drifted in and out of consciousness. I felt myself cum into the sheath and it slipped off of me.

“Quickly. Take his sperm and run it through the meiosis converter. I’ll need 5 or 6 primitive male eggs to increase the chance of conception.”

He returned to my insides and felt pulling and pushing. He inserted a Y-shape flexible shunt inside me and connected one angle to my colon and the other to my fabricated womb. I felt a lot of activity inside me, I couldn’t make sense of what was going on in there. 

The assistant brought a petri dish containing my “eggs” and gave it to Dr. Raymond. “I ran it through twice to be sure and it yielded 10 eggs.” 

Dr Raymond whistled. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he carried twins.”

“Glory be! TWINS!” Mr Sholman gushed. 

“Well, let’s not jump the gun. Anything can happen. Twins can be a possibility. Or a single egg out of 10 may take. Or none. We’ll have to wait and see.”

“What is the success rate for pregnancy?”

“Considering  Sur SamClive’s physique and health, I’d say it’d be very good but the first few weeks will give us a better prognosis.”

The three men beamed with excitement and apprehension as Dr Raymond slowly inserted a cluster of eggs inside my womb. His arm remained inside my ass for 20 minutes as he maneuvered the eggs ever so slightly in place as he intently watched the monitor. “Ahhhhh, hah. There we gone. It’s in place and ready for conception!”

“Praise be!” They rejoiced in unison as they exhaled a huge sigh of relief.

“Now here are the physical changes he’ll go through. His testicles will drop further from his body due to an increased temperature of the baby adjacent to his genitals. His penis will be pushed further outward by a growing baby so he will eventually need jocks with a bigger pouch. His breasts will start growing larger and produce milk. He will need to be pumped frequently to ease the pressure. His manpussy will naturally extend his colon outward, as an extra birth canal that will safely deliver the baby. He is to eat healthy, continue his workouts and sex is safe up to 8 months. For now, he is to be on bed rest, no sex for 2 weeks while his body adjust to the artificial womb and his eggs to take hold inside the womb. Once his manpussy heavily puts out a gelatinous excretion of a pinkish hue, that means he’s ready to be impregnated. The mucus acts as a natural lubricant so it’s a slip in and go. He is to see me once a month for check-ups. Are there any questions?”

Mr Sam stood and extended his hand. “No and thank you, Dr Raymond.” Dr Raymond shook hands as the other men stood up.

“For now, we need to give him 30 minutes to stabilize before going home. Let’s step into my office, just need to make notations, standard procedure. Jesse, keep an eye on him while we take care of some things.”

“Yes sir.” They stepped out of the room, leaving me and Jesse alone. 

“You’re going to be fine, Sur SamClive. Just relax. We’ll get you out of here soon.”

“Jesse. How long have you been here?” I asked groggily.

“If it is not a medical question, I cannot answer you.”

“Please. I just need to know if I’m trapped here.”

“You’re not “trapped” here. You’re a blessed citizen of Gaynamede.”

He’s on their side. I slumped back into the chair and not spoke a word in his presence. It’s done. I’m stuck in this shithole and now going to have a baby.

To be continued...