The Rut

2. THE GAME

The new guy, Abe, spun a kitchen table chair around backwards and landed on the wicker seat like thunder. He rested one beefy arm across the chair back, and with the other reached across the table to snag a biscuit directly from the serving dish. He ate half in one bite, gulped down the remainder in a second and slapped the chair back. “DAMN that’s good!”

He rolled his eyes with euphoria sucking the buttery crumbs off each of his fingers and thumb, groaning with each taste. The boys – Chad, Jamie, Stu and Joey – looked on light-headed as the blood rushed to their crotches to engorge their erections.

Abe peeled four strips of thick-cut bacon from the serving tray and downed each whole, licking his lips and fingertips after each. He wolfed down another biscuit, and chased it all with a full serving of orange juice, helping himself to Jamie’s glass.
 
He scanned the Venable Home residents, summing up each in turn. “Football?” he asked, cocking his head at Joey, the next biggest figure after himself at the table.
 
Joey nodded yeah, in awe of the golden muscle mountain. Abe glanced at Joey’s swollen belly and smiled as if to say, Not bad.

Abe’s eyes trailed over Chad, top to bottom, and nodded his approval, saying “My man!” He extended his hand to take Chad’s at the base of his thumb for a jiveshake. Chad was an upper-class law student before the Rut got him knocked up, but was resigned to bros treating him like an inner-city b-boy.

“Gymnast,” volunteered Jamie, squirming in his seat and lifting his tank top to show his pregnancy.

“You call that a baby bump? I got guns bigger than that,” replied Abe, lifting a behemoth arm to pop a football sized bicep. Looking down on the crestfallen Jamie, he added, “Nah man, it’s all good little bro, I’m just fuckin’ with you.”

Abe turned to Stu and he was caught by his scent, inhaling deeply to take in the pheromonal aroma wafting off the aspiring bodybuilder. “God damn, I heard there were Stag Bucks, but I didn’t think I’d meet one,” Abe bellowed. “Jesus FUCK! That shit smells GOOD!”

Stu giggled, as he did in virtually all circumstances. His rare status as a Stag Buck who could both breed babies in other men as well as grow one in his own belly was one of several dichotomies he occupied. Simultaneously both a slender swimmer and a growing muscle beast, man and boy, breeder and bred, he shimmered to Stags and Bucks alike.

In a single move, Abe tilted his chair forward, swung a massive leg off and rose to his full 6’4” height. He snagged three green apples from the table, tossed one after the other in the air and juggled them. He bounced one off his right bicep and caught it in his mouth, snapping off a third of the fruit with his teeth and loudly sucking out the juice. He juggled the other two apples for a moment longer, gathered them in one hand and rested them on the table.

“Mmm, ‘scuse me,” he said as he mulched the fruit in his mouth. He dropped a hand under his belly as if to hold it up and added, “Eating for three here.”

Abe pulled his duffel bag up over a bulging shoulder and strutted out of the dining room to find his bed.

“Eating for three?” asked Stu. “What?”

“Twins,” said Chad, his brow furrowed. “Fucker’s knocked up with twins.”

“Boys,” said Joey, “it’s time to up our game.”

Evolutionary scientists could not reach consensus on why Bucks attracted other Bucks as well as Stags, despite being unable to impregnate one another. Some believed the semen of both Bucks and Stags carried powerful biological compounds that reinforced the effects of The Rut in each other. A few believed it was simply a quirk, a superfluous adaptation, or a biological confusion.

The most common theory was that the strong sexual lure—Buck or Stag, pregnant or not— was an adaptation to counter natural male territoriality and aggression. The theory held that by maintaining sexual attraction and pleasure, even during pregnancy, Bucks would bond with one another, rather than engaging in competitive activities that put their pregnancies at risk. Like all theories on the Rut, this was not universally held.

Ms. Venable’s theories were of a more practical nature, limited in scope to what best served the business. The Venable Home would likely have been shut down or repurposed if not for the Rut. The days when girls from good families could be shamed into a hidden gestation and quick adoption were long gone. The Rut gave the Home a new lease on life, as well-off families placed their athletic young sons there to complete their season before returning to college, sports and ordinary lives.

Ms. Venable’s philosophy was that boys will be boys, and the best remedy for wanton masculine energy was physical activity, even horseplay that would be prohibited in other homes. All such activities were unofficially permissible, provided they did not demand her attention, did not tarnish the reputation of the Home or its profits.

“Dude, we can play football here?” asked Abe, excitedly, as the boys assembled in the backyard at dusk. He’d spent the day settling into the Venable Home, in his boisterous way disturbing every well-established dynamic and hierarchy.

“More like touch football,” said Chad. “No tackles.”

“Pregball,” said Stu, laughing at his own naming.

“Yeah,” added Joey, patting his swollen belly. “Play is two hands… but you have to touch the baby bump to count as a tackle.”

“How do you play with just five?” asked Abe, intrigued. He longed to tackle one of these bros, especially big Joey or Stu, whose Stag scent was giving Abe a raging boner and keeping his hole quivering.

“It’s just fooling around,” said Joey. “One dude is center, hikes the ball for both sides. Sometimes we play for most touchdowns. Sometimes three out of five.”

“What if we made it more interesting?” asked Abe. All eyes focused on him. “Me against three of you, not counting the center. Two of three touchdowns. I win, I fuck whichever of your knocked-up asses I want.”

“Fuuuck,” laughed Joey, shifting in his seat as his back automatically arched at the thought of Abe mounting him. “And what if we win?”

“Ain’t gonna happen, bro,” laughed Abe, spreading his muscled arms wide to show off his sheer size.

“But what if it does?” asked Jamie.

“Then whoever scores the last touchdown can climb Mount Abe and take this near-virgin ass,” answered the big blond, thumbing over his shoulder to his ass, as round and firm as a five-month pregnancy.

Joey, Chad, Stu and Jamie felt their cocks ooze. Abe wasn’t just tall and built. His belly was high and round, with twins—fucking twins—in there. Every time he ran his hands over it was like announcing he was the biggest stud at the home.

“What’s a near-virgin?” scoffed Stu, almost doubled over with giggling.

“True story bro,” said Abe, tossing the football high and catching it again. “Figured I’d be a Stag if the Rut ever hit me. But when that shit came down, I dropped down on all fours in the locker room for the first Stag prick that would put a baby in me. Got knocked up my first time out. Never again. So – near-virgin.”

The guys looked at Abe and at each other. Even after getting knocked up, the urge to get fucked was so strong and felt so good they didn’t know how he could resist. But the prospect of getting in that tight blond bro hole and seeding his twin-filled belly clinched the deal.

“Pregball rules,” said Joey, standing at his full height. “Two hands on belly is a tackle. Two out of three touchdowns wins. Our end-zone’s the gate, Abe’s is the front door. The ball has to make contact for a score.”

“I pick who plays center,” said Abe.

“Flip for it?” offered Joey.

“Dude, three to one and you won’t throw me a bone?”

“Fuckin’ whatever, man,” sighed Joey, “Abe, you pick center.”

Abe pointed straight at Joey, his biggest competition. “Gotta’ take you out, big guy,” he said, laughing and licking his chops. “Don’t worry, I’ll hit you up another time.”

The five pregnant athletes assumed their positions, with Joey in center position to hike the ball for both sides.

“HIKE!” called Joey, snapping the ball back into Abe’s able hands.

The mountainous blond bro ran backwards, ball against his chest as Jamie, Chad and Stu ran at him. Even running backwards, he outpaced them with his powerful legs. Chad was fastest of the other three but Abe easily evaded him, howling with laughter at his opponent. Stu tried to cut him off as Abe arced around, and managed to touch his muscled arm, but not his belly. Jamie anticipated poorly and ran in the wrong direction, leaving Abe to reach the door, and tap the football on it. Touchdown.
 
“One of three to Abe,” Joey announced, sighing with resignation. Even three to one, that fucking man-mountain was going to take them down without breaking a sweat.

Abe let out a whoop and tossed the ball to Joey. As they passed each other, he slapped Joey’s shoulder and asked, “Bro, how the fuck do you guys handle being with that Stag Buck all the time? The scent coming off of him has me dripping like a faucet.”

Joey remembered when Stu first showed up at the Venable Home. All the Bucks spent weeks falling over themselves in a pheromonal daze, their holes gasping for him. They eventually figured out a way to regain and maintain equilibrium, but Abe had not yet partaken in that weekly ritual.

Heading back to center position, Joey passed Stu and said under his breath, “Get that fucking shirt off. Tits out, bro.”

Stu shrugged and yanked off his orange tank. Overdeveloped pecs were typical of jocks impregnated in the Rut, as sub-muscular glands filled with milk. But even among impregnated Bucks, Stu’s chest was exceptional. His hard and well-shaped pecs heaved, sporting quarter-sized russet-colored teats.

All eyes turned to Stu as he stretched, reaching for the sky to expose the brown tufts of pheromone-laden armpit hair. He arched his back and twisted, and his full belly looked ready to burst. He always giggled at the attention he got from his friends.

“Jesus fuck,” whispered Abe, mouth hanging open. He picked at the rear of his shorts, feeling them go slimy as his hole self-lubricated at the sight of the shirtless Stag Buck.

Joey watched. He recalled the joke all the bros told when the Rut started up again: What do you call a Buck farting? A mating call.

“Yo Stu,” Joey said in a hush, passing near. “Bro, I need you to fart your ass off.”

“Whaaat?” asked Stu, giggling again.

“Just do it,” said Joey, turning to assume position. He glanced over his shoulder and gave Stu an encouraging wink.

Joey hiked the ball, and Chad took it. Abe came at him, fast and heavy as a train, and he landed both hands on Chad’s belly just as he threw the ball to Jamie. As Abe spun around and ran, Stu let rip a long staccato fart. Abe twisted back around, staggered by Stu’s muscled torso, giving Jamie a head start.

Abe shook his head hard to refocus, pivoted and tore after Jamie. It took him just seconds to reach the smallest of the Home’s residents. But just as Abe’s hands clutched Jamie’s baby bump, Stu snagged the ball, tearing toward his end-zone. The full view of the Stag Buck’s back intensified Abe’s erection, slowing him enough for Stu to reach the gate and slam the ball against it. Touchdown.

“Score one-one,” announced Joey with a sneer. He looked at big blond Abe on his left, and Stu, Jamie and Chad on his right. “Tiebreaker round. Winner take all.”

Joey hiked the ball into Abe’s hands, as Jamie rushed him from the left, Chad from the right and Stu straight on. Abe curled the ball between his pec and his thick forearm and took off to the right. He shouldered Chad hard, knocking him to the ground.

“Pregball rules! No real tackles!” shouted Chad, pulling himself up to his feet to take off after Abe.

Stu let loose a long ripping trumpet of a fart that caught everyone’s attention. Abe spun around as if he’d just heard someone call his most secret name, allowing Jamie to come in from the side, clamping both hands on Abe’s full belly, a pregball tackle.

“GOD DAMN!” roared Abe as Jamie swiped the ball and took off toward the gate.

Stu let rip another fart, and even five feet away, the Stag Buck’s musk caused Abe’s eyes to roll back in his head in a lusty haze. All he could think of was how badly he wanted to get his hands on that magical ass. He recovered seconds later and tore after Jamie, closing the gap with amazing speed. In a panic, Jamie spun around and tossed the ball toward Chad, but Abe leapt straight up and snagged it out of the air.

Abe was done playing around. Like a pro he pulled the ball tight, barreling toward the door for his final touchdown. It was clear no one was going to get hands on his belly, and equally clear they wouldn’t stop him even if they did.

“Aw fuck it,” said Chad, girding his own belly and then tearing after Abe. He threw himself through the air to land on the football stud’s shoulder, bringing Abe down to almost one knee. Abe hoisted himself and continued his race toward his end-zone, Chad hanging off his shoulder.
 
Jamie jumped on Abe’s other side, pulling him down again. But Abe rose up on his tree-trunk thighs, dragging the two Bucks along with him towards his end-zone. Stu giggled as he too piled on Abe’s back, letting out a last flurry of farts. Abe at last dropped to one knee and then both, hitting the lawn chest down and ass up, stupefied by Stu’s pheromonal swirl around him.

Jamie rested both his hands on Abe’s belly, a tackle, and Chad slipped the ball out from his arms. Together with Stu, they ran the ball back to their end-zone, and with all three hands on it tapped the gate. Touchdown.

Abe was still in a mind altered rest, his big belly down in the grass, ass up high, when they returned to take their prize.

“The bet was whoever scored the last touchdown climbs Mount Abe,” said Joey, gazing down at the Rut-intoxicated blond. “It’s your lucky day, bro. You get all three.”

“Fuckkkk me,” whispered Abe, reaching between his legs to hike his shorts down. His ass cheeks were like two pregnant bellies, and his hole was rosy and ripe and oozing the natural lubricant Bucks made in season. “I don’t even fucking care.”
 
Jamie stepped up, hoisting his erection from his shorts. Joey stopped him with a single hand held up. Feeling out the shift in the hierarchy of the House, he wanted to assert himself as the top Buck, whose favor was to be maintained. He looked at the young gymnast Buck already licking his lips at the chance to climb the man-mountain. He indicated with his eyebrows alone  to Jamie that he could go first, but only by Joey’s consent.
 
“Hit it,” Joey said, letting Jamie pass.
 
“Oh yeah, baby,” Abe groaned as Jamie slid his cock easily into the soft, swollen pucker. “Get in me, little bro.”
 
Jamie looked so small against Abe, but delivered a rolling fuck with his gymnast’s hips, pumping in and out as Abe broke out into rapid breaths with every slam in. He fucked so urgently, he took no time at all to reach his orgasm.

Joey kept his position, watching for Ms. Venable or any Home staff while stroking himself off as Jamie spasmed and moaned, filling Abe with a load of Buck cum.
 
“Damn,” Jamie breathed as he dismounted, Abe’s hole teasing his spent cock as he pulled out.
 
Like all Stags, Stu’s member had grown considerably larger to deliver a breeding load deep in the receiving Buck. Abe chuckled and hiked his ass higher at the sight of Stu approaching him, his oversized, engorged Stag Buck hardon leading the way. As the handsome Stag Buck positioned his dripping cock crown against Abe’s soft wet spot, Abe slid back to envelop him, moaning, “Oh yeah, oh yeah, fuckin’ fill me up bro!”
 
Stu, the typically blithe man-child, became singularly focused as he slammed Abe’s hole. Every muscle in his body was pronounced and moved together with precision as he thrust his big Stag cock deep into Abe, pulling back only to drive down to the root again. Any Stag is compelled by the scent of a new Buck, even an already pregnant one, and Stu was no exception. His pleasure at mounting Abe was primal, and wedging his full length into a twin-tightened manhole drove him wild. The last trace of light gave the sweat beading on his golden skin a shimmering effect as the sun set.

In Rut, both he and his Buck were driven by elemental forces of nature, Abe throwing his meaty rear back to receive each thrust, the muscled globes of his ass rolling and jiggling with each slam. “Fuckkkkkk,” Abe growled, shuddering and then shouting, “PUT A BABY IN ME – FUCK!!!!”

Abe bucked up hard as every muscle in Stu’s magnificent body tensed and he began to flood cum up into Abe. Like other Stags, Stu’s body pumped out copious amounts of semen over the course of several minutes, in a slow grind. As the breeding eased, Stu’s balls emptying into Abe, the Stag Buck pulled his thick cock out, still trembling with the rush of his orgasm, and staggered away in a weaving helix path to recuperate.

Abe fingered his hole, feeling the Stag load there, moaning with pleasure as Chad stepped up behind him. Not as big as a Stag, Chad had an impressive piece of meat in his own right, and he wasted no time driving it into Abe. The swollen hole nearly sucked Chad in, the mucus of Abe’s own lube thickened by Stu’s load. Chad started slamming in, knowing he couldn’t last long in the bed of Stag cum making him frantic.

“Do it bro,” groaned Abe, “Give me that fucking DNA.”

Abe’s insides were compressed so tight by twins already, and Stu’s load was a powerful stimulant, but Abe’s words and in his lusty hoarse voice put Chad over the top. He blew a spectacular load, painting Abe’s insides with white lava. Every squeeze of Abe’s rectum around his erection sent a wave of teasing pleasure through Chad’s athletic body, causing his knees to nearly buckle as he slid out.

Breathing hard, Abe began to stroke his own rock-hard erection, and yelled “CENTER!”

Joey spun around, drawn to joining the winning team at Abe’s rear. He eagerly plunged his own eight inches into Abe’s sloppy fuckhole. “Ohhh my goddddd,” he moaned.

Topping the football stud was a special reward for Joey, asserting his position in the Home as well as on the Buck’s back. He slammed hard with everything he had.
 
“Fuck it,” groaned Abe on the edge of his own climax, as his hips rolled his cock through his fist, lubed with Stu’s intoxicating cum. “Fuck it out of me.”
 
Abe’s guts contracted, squeezing and milking Joey’s cock. As Abe shot hot streaks of cum against the underside of his own pregnant belly, the spasms sucked the load out of Joey. He held onto Abe’s hips as his Buck balls emptied into the man-mountain, until he was drained and fell back in the grass.

Gasping for breath, Abe rolled onto his back, his twin-laden belly cresting,
 
“WOOOO!!!” he roared and shuddered hard, shaking the sweat off his body. “Yes sir,” he chuckled, “I’m gonna like it here.”

“And it’s not even Sunday yet,” said Jamie, causing Joey and Chad to look daggers at him.

“What happens on Sunday?” Stu asked.

Suddenly there was a high-pitched whistle, and then a series of pop-pop-pop sounds, followed by cacophonous crackling, and the sky lit up with bright light.

“What the fuck?” asked Joey.
 
Another volley of crackling broke the silence, and white lights burst high, one after another, blooming into a series of flickering lights, filling the sky overhead and illuminating their faces.

Abe lay flat on his back, feeling his bros’ DNA in him, making him stronger. He looked up smiling as the twinkling lights arced, burst and then fell slowly to Earth.
 
“Fireworks,” he said. “It’s Fourth of July.”

-  End, Chapter Two, The Game -