Uncle Jack attacks - Chapter 1 – The Kidnap

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Uncle Jack attacks - Chapter 1 – The Kidnap

– A Sire Chronicles Story

**This story brings back Uncle Jack (link to his first story below) and continues the breeding adventures started in Dr Mike – The Sire Chronicles with Deacon and my soldiers (story posted in this forum).**

The other chapters in the Uncle Jack Attacks story will be posted in this thread. Please check back.

It was a sunny and warm Saturday morning in Chicago and the wind blowing off the lake gently rattled the windows in Covenant, my new home. I was resting in my suite, alone, as Deacon was still out of town and would be for a couple more days as his latest trip had taken longer than he expected. I missed him terribly and just the sound of his voice on the phone made me ache to be with him. I had been busy learning my new duties as well as breaking in my soldiers Captain Baker and Capt Fontaine. The first day made it clear that when it came to sex, I had to keep those two separate. Captain Baker had come back to the suite that first day to find Fontaine balls deep in my ass and his first load dripping out of my hole as he fucked me. Fontaine invited him to join us and choke me on his dick while he loaded my ass again, but Baker would have none of it and went and waited in his room until we were done, pouting like a child who had had his favorite toy taken away. When Fontaine had all the raw ass he wanted, I went to Baker, calmed him down, and talked him into using Fontaine’s cum as lube to fuck me. He was hesitant, but his dick said yes, so that became our routine. Captain Fontaine would fuck me raw, rough and nasty telling me what a good AIDS faggot I was for him. No tenderness, just brutal animal sex to please the soldier. I would then go find Captain Baker with Fontaine’s cum dripping out of my hole so Baker could work it in as he fucked slow, lovingly, and with intense passion. Captain Fontaine was total lust, while Captain Baker was total love and tenderness. Someday I still hoped to have them both fuck me at the same time, but until then, this kept me bred and full of hot soldier cum.

We had done our morning fuck fest, my soldiers were off to their morning training session, Jonas my butler/lead servant was attending to other duties with my harness boy, so I had several hours of alone time to chill. I lay on the bed, my guts full of hot soldier cum. My ass was wanting more. I could just never get enough dick breeding me it seemed and had started to finger my ass and then lick my fingers clean to taste their funky gift as I thought back to the first time I saw Deacon in Covenant after Charles and Roger had me gangbanged at IML and then double fucked me:

I had just closed my eyes when I heard the double doors to the room open. I rolled over onto my back, looked at the door and my breath caught as I saw the biggest man I had ever seen in my life and the fucker was naked too. “I am THE DEACON,” the man said as his deep voice rumbled and filled the room, and pounded through my chest like a shockwave. Deacon was a giant, literally, and stood at least 7 feet tall, and must have weighed about 320 pounds if not more. He was muscular, but not a bodybuilder; thick, but not a bear; fairly hairless, including a bald head, but his chest was covered nicely and he had a trimmed mustache and goatee. Deacon’s arms were thick and long ending in massively huge hands, his legs were wide and thick like tree trunks, and on his whole body his veins popped and pulsed.

Deacon’s skin seemed to shift from dark coal black, to light mocha, which must have been my exhaustion and tricks of the light. He was also covered in tattoos that ran down his legs, his arms, they were on his chest and torso, across his shoulders and up his neck. His tattoos also seemed to shift and change colors and I swear they moved. Again, I must have been seeing things because I was so tired and from the light, it was just hard to focus. As I had been staring at this hulk of a man, he had silently walked across the room to where I lay on the padded platform. Every step Deacon took made me focus on what I had missed at first, his fucking huge dick! HOLY CHRIST! I had seen some horse dicked men in my life, and had just been rape fucked raw and bred and infected by two of them. I also loved porn and was entranced by those bigger-than-life dicked guys you always find fucking women in straight porn. Deacon, The Deacon was something else – something unearthly. With each step his legs parted, his massive dick swung side-to-side slapping his lower thighs. His meat was thick, heavy, and pushed forward by a set of balls that each were large, round, and looked full of cum. The skin of his dick was dark black, he was uncut and the skin hung a good two to three inches past the end of the head forming a long V-point of flesh.

I had just licked my fingers clean for the second time and had stuck them back into my wet hole when I was startled to realize that one of the harness boys was standing in the doorway to my bedroom. He was not my regular boy, and as they all sort of looked the same to me and had no names, I really did not know who he was. But I did know the boy had a big dick as it was hard and straining his leather jock strap.

“Come here,” I told the boy as nasty thoughts filled my head. He stepped over to the bed, I pulled my wet, glistening fingers out of my used ass, held them out and said, “Lick them clean.” The boy’s eyes got a little wide, but he obeyed, bending over, opening his mouth and started suckling on my fingers. His tongue was hungry for sure as he tasted their nutt. I pulled my fingers out of his mouth, moved my body around to the side of the bed as he stepped back, I then laid back and lifted my legs up, exposing my cum filled hole to the boy. “Lick my ass. I want you to eat my hole and clean it up and when you get a mouthful, I want you to kiss me and share it with me.” The boy hesitated, kneeled, and then spread my cheeks to fully expose my hole as his mouth and tongue went to work, sucking out the funky cum and juice from my ass. He was a hungry little fucker and sounded like a piglet at his mother’s teat. “Get a mouthful for me. I want to taste it,” I reminded him. His slurping intensified, he then stood up, climbed onto the bed beside me, leaned over my mouth and let loose a stream of cum, spit, and ass juice into my waiting throat. God that tasted good!!!

I needed something more, so before he could kneel again I said, “Take your jock off, I want you to fuck me.” He nodded eagerly, removed his jock, and while he was small in stature, he had a nice big dick and soon had it buried in my open ass. “Fuck me boy, feel my raw ass on your dick, that’s it, come on fuck me and give me some more cum,” I ordered as the young boy barebacked me nice and deep. He kept up a fast, hard pace for a good while, then he tensed and shot a long hot stream of cum into my biohazard ass. While he was still pumping my ass the need to fuck grew in me and I suddenly knew that this boy was going to be the first to take my increasingly toxic venom. I’m a total bottom by nature, but through Dr Mike’s training and my recent blood conversion for Deacon, the need to sire and breed seemed to bubble now just below the surface. I kicked the boy away from me with my foot, got off the bed and said, “Bend over.”

The boy hesitated, so I pushed him hard, put my hand on the back of his neck, let some spit run down the crack of his perky ass, and shoved my dick up his hole. My dick is not that big, but he cried out a little as I went in. I was getting really hot, like I did when Deacon fucked me. It was like every cell in my body was on fire and I had no control. All I knew was that I HAD to cum in the boy and give him my infected load whether he wanted it or not. I pulled my dick out, drove a couple fingers in his hole, clawed at him rough making him squirm and shift. My fingers were bright red when I pulled them out, just like Dr Mike had taught me. Good, he was ready. The need to fuck was so intense, I had to cum in him now. The fire inside me built and built as I fucked and just when I thought I could not take it anymore I started to cum. As soon as the first drops of my venom his guts the boy started to cry out and tried to get away, but I held him firm and dug my fingers into his back to hold him in place. My dick felt like it swelled and grew and gripped the boy’s insides as my cum kept unloading in him. HOLY FUCK! Slowly the stream of toxic cum stopped, and I was finally able to breathe again. I still felt hot, but the feverish heat had broken.

I pulled my now softening dick out of the boy’s ass and realized he was limp and whimpering. I didn’t care. He had served his purpose, so I slapped his ass hard and said, “Get out.” The boy stood up, his legs shaking, his face beaded in sweat. He seemed to have a hard time breathing, but shook his head and said, “I am supposed to give you a message. You are to get dressed and come with me to meet HIM. He has sent for you, but says not to tell anyone and that I am to take you out through your private entrance and he will explain everything.”

HIM? Did he mean Deacon? Deacon sent him? That made no sense and why send one of the boys? Why didn’t he just call me or have Jonas tell me or his Micah? The boy saw my hesitation and added, “Umm HE said this is urgent, so we must go now.” I nodded, and quickly got dressed as the harness boy put his jock back on and rested on the edge of the bed, leaving a small stain where he sat. He was not looking good, but I could not worry about that. What was wrong? What was going on with Deacon? Suddenly I was afraid something had happened to him. Oh God no, please let him be OK.

As soon as I was dressed the boy led the way down one of the hallways in my suite, past several rooms I had not even bothered going into yet. He stopped, opened a door and we entered what was clearly a store room. The boy walked to the back, pulled a large tapestry to the side and revealed a steel door that he opened by punching a code into a key pad. We entered the hall behind it, the door closed, and we began going down a metal spiral staircase. At the bottom, the boy entered a code into another keypad and we stepped out into a small equipment room. We were clearly in the basement. I followed the boy into an area that was used for deliveries to the back of large paneled van. He knocked twice on the door, the door opened and I immediately recognized one of the guys I had met at Uncle Jack’s crack house in DC the night the boys pimped me out to him for their drugs. Well I assumed it was him as he had on the same bandana over his face and sunglasses, how many guys do that? (See The Homeless Guys From the Video Store –Fucked up, Dicked down, Pimped out - PART 3 – UNCLE JACK’S HOUSE/CRACK DEN – PIMPED OUT / https://breeding.zone/threads/15194-The-Homeless-Guys-From-the-Video-Store-–Fucked-up-Dicked-down-Pimped-out)

I froze, really confused, and turned to walk away. Suddenly out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of someone else in shades with a bandana over his face as I was violently shoved forward as the guy in the van grabbed me and pulled me into the back. I landed face first and was dragged forward on the carpeted floor as someone jumped in behind me, closed the van door, I heard a door close at the front of the van, then it started up and started moving. The back of the van was totally dark and I was still face down, so could not see what was going on.

I tried to get up while at the same time asking, “What fuck is going on?” The reply was a boot kick to the side of the head and two sets of hands roughly pulling my clothes off. The kick made me see white stars and set my head spinning as I went sort of limp while the two guys quickly got me naked. I was soon bare assed and face down on the floor of the van as it drove to who knows where.

“Come on man,” the guy who had kicked me said, “We ain’t got long, you know? You doing this or what?” The guy straddling my legs replied, “Shut the fuck up, I got to get it up, aahh, OK, now to fuck this hole up!” I grunted as he dropped his weight down on me, fumbled a minute, and found my hole with his hard dick. As I still had the boy’s load up there, he slid right in and started grunting and huffing and puffing as he fucked me. “Damn yo, this pussy is wet!” he said to his buddy. He now reached up and grabbed my head as he bucked and slammed and cummed up my ass. My head was clearing up and as he got off me, I tried to push up off the floor and was met with another boot kick to the head. This one dropped me as the other guy growled, “STAY THE FUCK DOWN! Who said you could move? Huh?” I could barely focus now as the first guy got completely off me and was soon replaced by the one who just kicked me.

The 10 inch raw dick that he shoved in my ass hurt, even with all the cum up there. He was thick, and rough, and being totally sober and tense did not help. All I could do was lay there and grunt as the guy fucked me. He put his right hand over my nose and mouth and twisted my head to the right so I could look at his partner sitting on the left side of the van on a small bench, still trying to get his belt on. They had turned on a small overhead light in the van, so I got my first good look at one of my abductor’s faces. The guy who fucked me first had removed his bandana and sunglasses. Why didn’t he care now if I saw him or not?

The raw dick in my ass was getting harder as my other captor fucked, using his buddy’s cum as lube. His hand squeezed tight over my nose and mouth, making it difficult to breathe and on top of the kick to the head, I was feeling really dizzy. He talked shit in my ear as he fucked, “Yo man we going to have lots of fun with this one aren’t we. White hole just made for some big black dick! Ain’t it? Oh yeah. You like this dick up in there? Huh? You like this big old southern slab fucking you down?” With his hand squeezing tighter, I could not reply one way or the other as he continued to cut off my air and fuck my ass. Soon he picked up the pace and started to body slam me, driving me into the van floor as his dick shot and unloaded up my ass. He yanked out, sat off on the bench beside his buddy, and started to hike his pants back up. “DAMN!” he said as he fist bumped his buddy, “I bred him good on that one, and got him nice and wet for Uncle Jack.”

Uncle Jack? What did he mean? I looked at him. He too had removed his bandana and sunglasses. Yes, I would remember both their faces for sure. The van continued driving for a while and it seemed like we were still in the city as we stopped, would turn left or right, drive a bit, stop. The next time the van stopped someone in the front seat pounded on the panel separating us from them. My two captors edged towards the back door, the doors opened, and the inside was flooded with light. A large shadow filled the doorway. Deacon?

I was trying to get to the door when I got another boot kick to the head, dropping me back on the floor. The van shifted as the new person got in. The doors shut and I heard him say, “Any trouble boys?” It was Uncle Jack. What I had feared was now confirmed. I realized Deacon had not sent for me at all. Uncle Jack had kidnapped me and as the fear and anger flared bright, the tats on my forearms burned and seared and glowed just a second. We were betrayed.

Baritone laughter filled the van as I glared at Uncle Jack, wishing I could beat the fuck out of him right now and knock out what teeth he had left. Uncle Jack was 6’4, 220, so even without his boys, I was no match, but still. “Well, well, well,” Uncle Jack said, “Look what we have hear. Did you boys get a little taste first? Still good, no? Ahhh, good, good. “ He seemed to fill the van as he began to get undressed, his huge donkey dick plopping out of his pants. The first time he fucked me I had been wicked high and my hole was open and loose and I wanted him so bad. Right now, there was no way in hell I either wanted him or could take him. Uncle Jack saw the look on my face and laughed louder, “Yes, yes, you took me well last time, and true, you may not be so ready today, but I do not mind. Remember white bitch, I like it when you scream and bleed for me. How better to make sure you take what I have to give, or don’t you want my special gift anymore, huh?”

The first time with Uncle Jack I had wanted it. Not now. Not after I knew he had betrayed Deacon and me. I lunged at Uncle Jack and swung at him, kicked, and screamed in anger and frustration to no avail as his two boys grabbed me. Uncle Jack’s fist struck out, connected to the side of my mouth and dropped me. The next thing I knew, Uncle Jack was raping my ass with his 12.5 inch dick and his boys were taking turns muffling my screams by shoving their dicks down my throat. I tried to resist. Uncle Jack’s voice broke through the fog in my head, his sweat covering me, “Remember how last time I saw you I told you I had only begun using you? And that I would give you so much pain you will pass out when I fuck you? Well Deacon should not have tried to keep you from me when I wanted you and now, now I will fulfill my promise.”

Uncle Jack’s raw dick was shredding my guts, his big hands were closing around my throat, and his boys were fucking my mouth. What were they going to do next?

Stay tuned for Chapter 2 of Uncle Jack Attacks

[FatFuckPigMA]

Please take this as a sincere compliment, but you remind me of a young Anne Rice and her early works of gay erotica. Like your stories, they were both torid almost but not quite to the point of being disgusting and fascinating. You might have created your own Lestat in this series.

[AlwaysOpen]

Hey Wht- glad to see a new post from you-- my balls were getting backed up-- but you have again, as always , solved that . Bring on Uncle Jack and his demented self

[whthole4u]

Hi - thank you for the compliment and I appreciate the feedback. I have never read her work, but of course know of her, so am humbled by the comparison. I am glad that you enjoyed the story and hope you enjoy all the ones I have posted to date - and those yet to come (or for my buddy Alwaysopen - those yet to make him cum :-).

Please take this as a sincere compliment, but you remind me of a young Anne Rice and her early works of gay erotica. Like your stories, they were both torid almost but not quite to the point of being disgusting and fascinating. You might have created your own Lestat in this series.

[whthole4u]

Chapter 2 - Torture Breeding for His Pleasure - Uncle Jack Attacks

“WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BOY! WHAT DID YOU DO!” Over and over, the voice became more and more persistent. I ignored him and refused to answer, which just sent Uncle Jack’s thug into overload. “I’ll ask you one more time, what…did…you…DO!” My left eye was pretty swollen and blurry, so I could only see him clearly when the guy paced back towards my right. He was clearly agitated and appeared ready to hit me again when Uncle Jack’s voice stopped him, “I told you, use him all you want. Piss in him, piss on him, cum in any hole, but the rest, the rest I WILL HANDLE, and any marks he receives will come from me. Understand or must I repeat myself? You know I hate that, no?” My abductor punched the wall instead and stormed out of the room, leaving me alone with Uncle Jack or so I thought.

It was daylight again, and glimmers of sunshine snuck through the broken miniblinds of the only window in the room. The dim light managed to illuminate the dust and dirt that filled the air and stirred anytime someone moved like the ending to a Disney movie, but this was no fairy tale. Uncle Jack loomed over me like a thunder cloud, then leaned in, gently running his left hand up and down my torso, stopping to gently pinch my left, then my right nipple. SLAM! His left hand hit the right side of my face hard then turned me to look at him. “You see? You see what happens, no? These are simple things. Little things I am asking. So tell me. You saw how upset he is? Do you know why? TG, the one he calls his boy, is sick, quite sick actually. Not good at all. And you know what TG says? TG says he felt fine until you fucked him and that as soon as you came in him he started to feel bad. Why is that? Frankly I think TG must have gotten some bad drugs, but that is what he says. Do you want some drugs? We had so much fun when you smoked with me. What do you say, how about we hit the smoke together, it will take away all the pain, and then I will fuck you again. I think you have stopped bleeding from the last session, what a shame, so it is time. A little smoke, yes? No? I know what will freshen up, here, feel and taste some of Uncle Jack’s piss – aahhhh – yesssss – oh that is good. Open your mouth now, taste my salty piss.”

With all my effort I looked at Uncle Jack and then spit at him. DAMN! Being tied down like I was I ended up doing nothing but spitting on myself and getting a fist from Uncle Jack. Fuck that hurts!! I knew he was holding back, otherwise I’d be dead, but fuck!

Uncle Jack screamed in frustration. This was the latest in a long line of questions – mostly about Deacon – that I had refused to answer. “I’ll be right back. Fuck if I am going to let good shit go to waste.” The door slammed behind him and I exhaled. Maybe it would be better if he just ended it now. I was not sure how much more I could take.

I was startled as someone placed a wet, cool cloth on my left eye. “It’s OK, it’s ok, its just me man, just me. Name’s Vince.” My second abductor, Vince, was the one with the bigger dick who had pulled me into the van and then fucked me after his buddy. He was standing at the head of the table that I was tied to and said, “You shouldn’t have done that. The Boss is pretty wound up right now. I ain’t never seen him like this.” Vince walked to the end of the table and gently rubbed my swollen and blistered asshole. They had tied me spread eagle onto a wood table of some sort, my ass was half hanging off the end, and my legs were held in the air by rope tied to the light fixture hanging from the ceiling. My wrists were tied with rope as well that went from one arm, under the table, to the other arm. I now had bloody bracelets around my ankles and wrists as the rope had rubbed my skin raw any time I moved or they fucked me.

“Please don’t,” I whimpered. “It hurts so bad.” My abductor – Vince be damned - poked and prodded at my tender asshole, which I imagined looked like bad hamburger. My whimpering got louder, he eased off and walked around to the right side of the table so I could see him better. “Come on man, just tell him what he wants to hear. Just tell him. Then, then we’ll all be good right? Come on. I really like fucking you, but this……this…just tell him OK?” I shook my head no, looked back at the ceiling and said, “Don’t worry, he needs me alive to get what he wants.” My abductor walked back around to my ass and said quietly, “I…I’m sorry, but this will help I swear. You know how he fucks, so at least maybe this will make it easier to take.” I started to whimper again as I felt his raw dick press against my tortured hole. The crusted blood broke, my raw guts clenched as he pressed into me, my legs shook from the pain as he began to fuck me, shredding me once more for Uncle Jack’s will. The tears flowed as he picked up the pace, but I swore I wouldn’t scream, no not this time. They wouldn’t hear me scream. As the blood ran out of my ass, I bit the inside of my cheeks hard in my effort not to scream out, and tasted blood.

My abductor fucked me deep with his 10-inch raw dick and after a while I realized he was right, it did help. My body was releasing endorphins or some shit, that helped me focus on his dick up my ass and how that felt good, versus the pain. “DAMN! Your hole just hugs my dick! HUGS IT! FUCK that’s good. That beat up ass is damn good. Those ass lips just open and close, love seeing my dick slide up in that red tore up hole. Oh FUCK, here I cum, here I, here….” He twitched, grabbed my hanging legs and squeezed hard as he gave me the last few drops of his load. When he finished he pulled up, climbed up on the table, straddled my face and said, “Come on man, lick me clean. I want to see that mouth full of my dick. Then I’ll change the cloth on your eye, OK? Please?” I shook my head, opened my mouth and tasted the mix of cum and blood. Any other time I would have begged for more and savored it. Not now. Now it curled my stomach.

We were interrupted by Uncle Jack who banged the door open and whooped, “That’s what I was talking about. Damn that shit was good. Now I am ready for some more action boys and am wired for sound – fuck yeah!!!!” I don’t think Uncle Jack noticed the load in my ass as his fingers dug into my thighs, pulling me a little closer to him on the table as his horse dick found my shredded hole. Uncle Jack slowly began to slide the head of his dick in my hole. He worked it round and round, opening my outer ring before pulling out and SLAM FUCKING!!! Uncle Jack angled his dick for the most damage and tore my outer ring a little more. He got his wish. The onslaught of pain was too much to bare and I passed out once again. My respite did not last long and as soon as I started to come around pain returned, greater and greater, with the soundtrack of Uncle jack’s laughter and shit talking in the background.

Uncle Jack had placed a metal pan under the edge of the table to catch all the blood and juice that ran out of my ass. The PLING PLING PLING marked the rhythm of Uncle Jack’s breeding as he tried to get me to submit to him. This time Uncle Jack had brought a big leather strap with him and as he fucked he started to whip my legs, my torso, my chest, and occasionally my face.

“You going to tell me what I want to know?” Uncle Jack demanded. WHACK! “What did Deacon do to you and your biohazard ass? WHACK! What did he give you? WHACK! Was it a shot? WHACK! Where does he keep it? WHACK! Who else knows about this? WHACK! What is his plan next?” When Charles and Roger had whipped me in their dungeon it was for pleasure, theirs and mine, but this, this was just terror and I had to hang on. I had to hang onto Deacon and our blood covenant. I was Deacon’s, I was Deacon’s, I was Deacon’s. Uncle Jack continued to repeat his questions over and over while making sure my body was welted as hard and deep as his dick was up my ass.

Uncle Jack was shaking my face with his hand, “Come on now, damn it! Wake the fuck up. Look. WHAT DID DEACON DO TO YOU?” I shook my head, Uncle Jack sighed and said in a resigned tone, “I’ve tried. I’ve tried being nice to you and using you like the AIDs whore that you are, no? But I see that a different tact is required. Come, help me get him up.” Uncle Jack was joined by Vince, they untied my arms, undid the ropes from light fixture so my legs dropped and with my body weight so much over the edge of the table now I crumbled to floor. Vince helped me up and guided me to an old wooden chair. I started to fall over, and Vince had to hold me up by my shoulders as Uncle Jack sat in the other chair.

“I’m sorry,” Uncle Jack said. “I was on some good shit you know and well maybe, maybe just got carried away a bit, yes? Here’s the deal. Deacon promised me – no he swore to me – that nothing would be done without me and that he would send you back to me. He has sidelined me. Put me out to pasture like an old horse. He can’t do that – won’t do that! He owes me, and so since he would not live up to his own promises to me, I had to take things into my own hands, or should I say take you into my own hands.” Vince was now gently rubbing my left shoulder as Uncle jack continued talking.

“I need you for my own purposes,” Uncle Jack said pleadingly, “Won’t you help me? Won’t you tell me what I want – no need – to know? How do I stop Deacon? How do I hurt Deacon? We both know he is not just an ordinary man now don’t we? I promise, promise this all can end and then we can go away. I know my boy here likes fucking you, and you and I both know you’re a cum slut, so I will find you more big dicks, as many as you want. You like? We’ll all go away to the islands, or maybe Berlin. Yeah, someplace like that. I will give you anything or anyone you want, and I will make sure you have everything you need. So one last time, what did Deacon do to you that night after Charles and Roger fucked you in that little show and then left? Hmmm?”

How did he know that? No one else was there. Was Charles or Roger a spy for Uncle Jack too? While I wanted this all to end, that just pissed me off, so I hung my head in silence. Uncle Jack growled, stood up and threw his chair against the wall, sending shards of wood skittering across the room. “Get the fuck out!!!” Uncle Jack snarled at Vince. “This ENDS NOW!!!” As Uncle Jack stomped towards me, Vince jumped in front of me and held out his arms, “Come on Boss, come on. Calm down. Come on Boss. You need him. You need him ALIVE – remember – right? Alive. Can’t get nothing out of someone who can’t talk. Just give me a little time with him. I swear, I’ll, I’ll, we’ll find a better way.”

Uncle Jack huffed, paced and stomped, then left the room. Vince kneeled in front of me, gently took my head between his hands, looked into my eyes and said pleadingly, “Man, I CAN’T help you if you don’t work with me here. You see that? He was ready to snuff you out man. OUT! So come on, help me. We got to buy some time to figure a way out of this. You’re loyal to your man, I get it. Trust I do. Just give me something!”

I looked into Vince’s eyes and he seemed genuinely concerned. He was right about one thing, I needed more time. “It’s something about the blood, that’s all I know.” Vince smiled wide, slapped my thighs, making me wince, he apologized then hurried off to find Uncle Jack, leaving me alone. I slumped in the chair and then collapsed onto the floor.

When I came awake I was surrounded by a hum of activity. Uncle Jack and my two abductors were buzzing around the table like a set of bees that had just found a fresh patch of daisies. I was tied back down onto the table, my legs and arms back in the ropes, but now there was a large needle stuck in my right arm. I followed the trail set down by the needle to a large tube that led to what looked like an IV bag hanging up and to the right. Vince saw that I was awake, came up, put his hand on my forehead and said, “Shh, it’s OK man. I got you. You did good, really good. Boss just wants to get a little blood and start figuring out what you said, OK? Just…umm…don’t worry man, I got you.”

At least the torture and physical abuse had stopped as they filled the bag with my blood and Uncle Jack took it and left like a boy who had just unwrapped the best Christmas gift ever. Vince pulled out the needle, bandaged my arm, and was interrupted by his cohort who decided he needed to breed me again now that the business at hand was done. Vince tried to stop him, but he got pushed to the side as the guy said, “Asshole, step off! This bitch sent my boy TG to the hospital. The hospital!! I may not be able to make him pay like I want, but am sure the fuck going ram his ass as hard as I can and get my nutt.”

Vince looked at me as if to say sorry. I just looked at the ceiling and waited for the fuck to end. This guy was nothing compared to Uncle Jack, so bring it on asshole. Just as he finished cumming in my torn up ass, Uncle Jack returned. He was carrying a syringe full of what appeared to be my blood and told the guy who had just fucked me to give him his arm. The guy hesitated, Uncle Jack’s fist convinced him otherwise. Uncle Jack plunged the needle into the guy’s arm. I strained to watch as the guy began to convulse, shake, and dropped to the ground like a stone. “HOLY FUCK! Get him up! Get him UP!!!” Uncle Jack screamed at Vince. Vince ran over, could not get his friend up, so dragged him out of the room as Uncle Jack said, “You will pay more than you can imagine if anything happens to him!” I shook my head and said with disgust, “If you’re such a dumb fuck that you would just shoot your boy up like that, you both get what you deserve. YOU’RE NOT HALF THE MAN THAT DEACON IS!!” That got me another fist and rape fuck and this time Uncle Jack used his hands to mark to me while he plowed me raw and loaded me with his dirty seed.

Uncle Jack finished breeding me again. It was an angry, evil, and vicious fuck born in the soul of a twisted man. As he pulled out, Uncle Jack said, “You are nothing but an AIDs slut and whore. I WILL find out what I need and you better get used to feeling a lot of pain, as there is plenty more to come. You will pay for disobeying me, over, and over, and over again as you and I are going to be together for a very long time. A very long time and I will teach you to beg me for mercy before you beg me to rape you and give you my infected cum.” Uncle Jack wiped his bloody dick off on my inner thigh, then left me alone as his words sunk in. My anger at the betrayal and everything that had happened had gone, and was now replaced with fear. Fear that I truly would never see Deacon again. I was suddenly overwhelmed with emotion as I began thinking of Deacon. I focused, in my mind, I focused on the sound of his voice in my head, of him inside me, of our bond, “Help me, help me,” I cried out. I could hear Deacon, he sounded so far away, but I knew it was his voice, deep and thrumming inside of me. I tried to focus on his voice, and when it became a little clearer I swear he was calling my name. I answered as loud as I could, “Deacon!” I called out again, but the voice still seemed so far away. I screamed as loud as I could, “DEACON!” Then I focused on the voice and called out with the voice in my head and suddenly the tats on my arms glowed white hot and flared and there he was – my Deacon. His eyes were wide with surprise, then anger as he looked at me and saw what had been done. I tried to get up, to go to him, but the ropes held me tight and dug deeper into my flesh. I started to cry as all the walls I had built to protect myself collapsed. Deacon’s image was so clear, he was so near, but suddenly he shifted and shimmered and disappeared. He was gone, and I was alone again. Alone to face Uncle Jack and his thugs on my own. I screamed in despair and anguish, “Deacon, come back! HELP me, please HELP me!!!”

Uncle Jack burst through the door. “Who are you talking to?” Uncle Jack asked. “You going crazy on us boy? All this big dick too much for you? Time for another injection of raw dick I think, what do think?” I was suddenly feeling really hot and feverish and light headed as Uncle Jack started to work his hardening dick into my used and abused ass. Vince had come and stood to the side of the table to check the bandage he had put over the spot where he took out the needle. “Boss, look at that. Look at his arms.” Uncle Jack was not happy about being interrupted and gruffly said, “Can’t you see I’m busting some white hole right now? Huh? What are you babbling about?” Vince reached across my torso and turned both my arms so the tats on the inside of my forearms were clearly visible. The torture of my ass paused as Uncle Jack stopped and looked and said, “OH SHIT, WHAT THE FUCK?!” when he looked at my arms.

The tats Deacon had given me were glowing bright white and pulsing like a beacon. The fever was now overtaking me and I knew I was losing consciousness. I looked at Uncle Jack and Vince who both now looked very afraid. I said as loud as I could, but it came out barely a whisper, “He’s coming.” Uncle Jack roughly yanked his donkey dick out of my ass, walked to the left side of the table, leaned down next to my face and said, “What? What did you just say? What was that? Tell me!!!” I said again, “He’s coming.” Uncle Jack’s eyes were now definitely full of fear. He titled his head, with his left hand rubbed my face gently and said in a whisper so only I could hear, “Let him come. I will be long gone, but don’t worry precious one. This is not the last you will see of Uncle Jack. You will be mine.” As Uncle Jack stepped back and started giving orders my tats flared even brighter and as the world went dark. He’s coming.

Edited October 20, 2012 by Hotload84

[pozpopperpig]

Fucking incredible! Never cease to amaze and please!

[Pigtoy]

hey whthole4u, any chance you could put this together in a single file/pdf so we can use it on an e-reader? It'd be hot. Maybe do an e-book, I would definitely buy it.

[whthole4u]

Chptr 3 Punishment Past, Present, and Future (the Breeder Markets) – Uncle Jack Attacks

“Suck that AIDs filled dick you pig!” Captain Fontaine ordered while I knelt on the carpet between his muscled thighs as he sat in his favorite leather chair, drink in one hand, cigarette in the other, and me slobbing on his dick. “That’s it, my little AIDS faggot, swallow up what Ol’Fontaine’s got for you this morning, big ass load, come on now faggot, oh fuck yeah, here it comes, slurp it up faggot, oh, oh….” Fontaine unloaded a thick and heavy load down my throat and while I was making sure not a drop was wasted, Captain Baker reprimanded him, “You shouldn’t call him that, not after what he just went through. Besides, it’s not right. It’s rude and bigoted, and…and… just plain offensive!” Fontaine patted my head as I continued to lick him clean, laughed deep and dismissively, “Fuck you Puppy. I can call him anything I want, but he knows it’s a term of endearment and we just playing, don’t take everything so God damn seriously man and just have some fun. So you going to fuck him or just stand there playing with yourself like a kid who got sent to the corner in school?”

Captain Baker huffed, turned, and slammed the door shut to “The Den”, our play room, on his way out. He seemed to do that a lot and I would have to go find him, calm him down, reassure him I was OK, then make him feel better by letting him fuck me. Somehow breeding me always seemed to set things right with Baker, but I still couldn’t get him to fuck me with Fontaine, so much for my double-stuff fantasy. Oh well, nothing had changed since my rescue from Uncle Jack.

It was my second day home after being rescued from Uncle Jack and his men who had kidnapped and then tortured me to try to get the secrets of the Covenant, and of Deacon all the while repeatedly breeding me with nasty dicks and cum. After my tats had flared, and I had told them, “He’s coming,” the fever overcame me and I totally passed out, but I had been piecing together what happened from my soldiers, and talking it about it made Fontaine extra hard and extra horny.

“Get up and bend over, you know what I want now,” Fontaine said as he spit on my face, slapped me, pushed me to the side so he could stand up. I scrambled up, arranged Fontaine’s drink and ashtray and cigarettes on the table beside us so he could reach them, then made sure the thick leather cock ring he was wearing was secure before I bent over and laid on the arm of the leather chair looking out over the parking lot through one of the large windows in my suite. Fontaine started pushing his raw dick against my hole, wetting it up with his precum and his dick jumped a little when he started telling me again some of what happened.

“There was so much fucking screaming, and then the blood! Christ!” Fontaine said. “While we had on our full assault gear with helmet, masks, body armor, sniper boots, the works, they did not let us in the house until the main assault team had gone in, and secured the premises. We could not see what was going on, but even in the van we could hear the screaming. Puppy and I thought it might be you and tried to get out right then, but the Commander told us to stay put and assured us it was the enemy, that you were secure as he tapped on his ear radio. They had us get out of the van and wait, six of us and the Commander, and the screaming continued, then it all stopped. Yeah, yeah, I know you can’t fucking say anything or explain, but we saw that big mother-fucker carrying you out of that house and his hands were covered in blood. We thought you had been shot or something, but we were ordered to stay where we were. I want to know who he is. You going to tell me or not!” Fontaine slammed his dick into my ass making me yelp and jump a little as he tried to emphasize his point. I didn’t reply, so Fontaine started to slowly work his dick inside my guts, savoring the warm walls that grabbed at him and kept pulling him in deeper.

“So anyways, the blood. When we finally get sent in we are ordered to secure the prisoners and prepare them for transport. The two who were guarding the door were gone, no saving them, but it was in the next room we found them. One guy was all laid out on the couch and looked like he had been sick as there was puke on the floor and shit. We though he had been shot and when we went to work on him, you would not fucking believe it! The blood, all that blood was not from a gunshot, the fucker had been CASTRATED!!! HIS BALLS WERE RIPPED RIGHT OFF! I swear to God, Jesus what a sight.”

Fontaine’s raw dick was rock hard and he ground in and out as he continued his story, “And then we found the other dude. Big man, all huddled in a corner, crying like a baby, hysterical, and he’s covered in blood too. Clothes torn to shit, big old contusion on his head where he got slammed, but you know what? Same fucking thing!!! HIS BALLS WERE RIPPED RIGHT OFF TOO! Found them laying in the middle of the floor by a big wooden table with ropes on it. I ain’t never seen shit like that except on my grandpa’s farm. Puppy was full of questions of who did this and what happened here until the Commander told him to shut the fuck up, remember that our first rule is to NEVER ask questions and just do as you are ordered. We got those two stable and ready for transport and looked at two more guys at the back of the house. They had been shot, but nothing major, so secured them and got everyone into the transports.”

I was so enjoying the feel of Fontaine’s big old dick and did not want to think about what he was telling me. Time to focus on the job at hand to get load number two from Fontaine. “Come on soldier,” I said, “Enough yapping. Time to throw some dick down if you can and fill my hole up with that nasty AIDs cum of yours.” Fontaine growled, reached forward and grabbed my shoulders for leverage and started to slam fuck. “Oh yeah, that what you want? You want Fontaine to use you like I did before? Damn I miss that. Between Puppy and this place I got to be all easy on you. I think I need to take you to the country boy and give you a reminder of what a good fuck really is. You want Fontaine to do that? Huh? Oh fuck yeah you little AIDs pig, work that ass, show me you want it, show me….here it comes, here……”

I pulled off Fontaine’s dick, handed him a cigarette and knelt and licked him clean. I then went and found Captain Baker, my broody soldier, got a load out of him, so my ass was nice and full for my next visit – time to see Deacon.

Deacon was naked and lying in his bed. I stood by the side of the bed for several minutes just looking at his huge body, those hands of such strength that could rip a man’s balls off his body with barely an effort. I had learned that much from Micah, Deacon’s butler/aide, who said he thought I should know what Deacon had done for me to start to make them pay. Deacon had literally ripped the balls off Vince and my other kidnapper. His soldiers had stormed the house, taken out the armed guards, and Deacon went to kidnapper who was on the couch, the one Uncle Jack injected with my blood, and did not say word, just flung the blanket off him, reached down and ripped his balls off and tossed them to the side. Deacon then found Vince, who was standing beside me as I was still tied up in the ropes to the table, surrounded by our armed assault team. Deacon grabbed him by the throat with one hand, ripped his pants down with the other and repeated his punishment and then tossed him to the side of the room like a ragdoll before he untied me and carried me out of the house.

I rubbed my wrists, no longer in awe and wonder to realize that Deacon had healed me of my physical injuries. I felt fine physically.

Cum dripped out of my hole onto Deacon’s hard dick. I had climbed up onto the bed, woke him up with a kiss, and then squatted over his dick as Deacon smiled, seeing the fresh wetness. “Your soldiers continue to serve you well,” he laughed and as I eased myself down onto his mammoth dick and felt my guts open up, Deacon said, “Are you doing OK?” He gently put his hands on my shoulders as I settled on his dick. I nodded and smiled.

As I rode Deacon’s dick, I recalled the past 18 hours and I remembered how when I awoke after being rescued, Deacon’s face was the first thing I saw, and I wanted to cry as my heart suddenly felt it would break as I was consumed by fear I would never see him again and did not quite realize yet he was real. Deacon’s coal black eyes had bored into me and his voice thundered in my head and strummed my soul as he said, “You are safe now. You are with me again. I have you and it’s going to be all right.” Deacon’s bloody left hand came up, gently held and the right side of my head as he leaned forward and kissed me long and hard. I then realized he was real, laying with me naked, in our bed, and I was home. I was at Covenant and we were one again.

Deacon was real!!! My body shook and the impact of recent events washed over me as I started to shake from all the fear, pain, terror, and need to be with Deacon again. He had come. He had found me. I was back with Deacon again! Deacon held me tight as I let go of all those feelings and as Deacon kissed me and told me he had me, I was filled anew with my bond and commitment to him. I could feel his now hard dick pushing against me, but he seemed hesitant. “Please, I need you inside me!” I begged. Deacon looked at me, his eyes searching mine to see if I meant it. As he kissed me, Deacon lifted my left leg, angled his hips, and began to push his monster, dripping dick into my ass. I yelped a little in pain as he entered me, but was shocked that it did not hurt more considering all Uncle Jack had done to me. I felt OK actually. It appeared that Deacon had healed my body again. I didn’t know how, but as he stuffed his raw dick up my ass he would heal my soul too. I reached around with my left hand, grabbed his hip and tried pulling him deeper into me. Deacon fucked me slow and cautiously. Maybe he was afraid I would not want to be with him after what Uncle Jack had done. Maybe he was afraid I would blame him for not keeping my safe. Maybe he thought the covenant had broken somehow. I don’t know, but I let my body show him in every way that I was still his, and he was mine.

Deacon said, “I failed you. I am sorry, I….” I interrupted him and said, “There will be time to talk tomorrow if we must. Tonight, I just want to be with you.” I went to sleep with Deacon inside of me, and my guts full of his infected cum. This was our favorite way to go to sleep, and as I lay nestled against him, wrapped in his big arms, I was safe again.

Deacon fucked me a couple more times that first night back, each time more intensely than the last. I could tell that while he had made love to me the way I needed, he clearly needed to feed off my pain and so I begged him to make it hurt and brutally fuck me so I could give him what needed. Deacon’s black eyes glowed, the tats on his body flared bright and danced and moved as he raped me, making me scream with every thrust to give him what he needed. Each time he fucked me like this his dick seemed to get even deeper, and bigger, and I could sense when he was ready to shoot as his dick head flared out, knotted, and he would begin pulling my guts with every thrust, sending my pain level soaring. Deacon’s roars and bellows of ecstasy hurt my ears, and his fingers clawed bloody lines down my sides as he dug in and unloaded in my shredded ass. While his cum still burned, my body welcomed it, absorbed it, and fed off it, and healed even more.

In the morning, we got up very early and was served breakfast by Micah, Deacon’s butler. After breakfast I had gone to see my soldier’s and the cum Fontaine and Baker had given me was squirting out each time I dropped down on Deacon’s dick, making a slick path. I focused now back on the present, on milking his venomous cum as Deacon’s dick swelled, grew, knotted and I sensed my prize was near. His body tensed and Deacon’s cum burned my guts anew, and his infection spread through my body, making me feel the fever of our bond, he was my SIRE. There was NOTHING better than having him inside of me and a fresh load of his cum coating my guts.

I laid forward onto Deacon’s broad chest, our hearts and breathing syncing as we settled down. Deacon said, “There is much to do and many things to discuss. I know you have not wished to talk in detail about what Uncle Jack did to you, but you must. It is important in many ways, especially to help you deal with it.” I shook my head no and wanted to tell him all I needed was him. Deacon ran his fingers over my head as he continued, “I also need to know so I can make sure we are both better protected. While I was able to learn much from those we have secured, I want to take all steps necessary.”

“What about the boy I fucked,” I asked, “Is he OK, what did I do? What about Vince, you know, the one you….. and the other one that Uncle Jack injected, what’s happened to him….and are there others? Who else here worked for Uncle Jack?” My anger returned as I remembered the extent of the betrayal. Deacon held me tight to calm me and explained, “The boy and the others are being treated in the medical bay here at Covenant. It was a good thing we found the boy when we did. Normal doctors do not understand this, and frankly for us, this is new, but not unexpected and something we have planned and prepared for. Your virus, as I mentioned, is beyond fathoming in its toxicity to most, and some more than others and we will discuss further future transmission and infection efforts as we have learned much from this event. Anyways, the boy is fine, he is well and is the first of your new generation of SIRED carriers.”

My carriers. I sired him, infected him, yes, he would only be the first of many. Deacon continued, “The others are being treated as well. The one who was injected with your blood is stable, but there is extensive secondary damage. Then, the one…the other is fine.” Deacon’s body had tensed as he spoke and I could tell discussing my captors was riling him up. “As part of the next steps, I want you to go to DC in a couple of days. Uncle Jack has fled underground, he knows I am after him, so you are now in charge of all of his operations in DC. I need you to go there and reestablish order and make sure the business and other efforts are back on track. I believe you know someone who could play the role Uncle Jack did in dealing and infecting?”

I twisted my head and looked at Deacon not quite sure I had heard him right. DC? Dr Mike was there. Was this his way of saying I could see him? But then who did I know that could handle Uncle jack’s work – yes – LIONEL! I smiled, nodded, Deacon patted my shoulder. My ass was feeling hungry again, so I rolled onto my side, Deacon pulled me back against him and opened my hole up as he slid his dick back up my cum filled guts. I sighed, THAT FELT SO GOOD – BIG RAW DICK!!

Deacon continued, “You also need to come up with an appropriate plan for dealing with those who betrayed us. As number two now in Covenant, such actions fall to you. So think on this. There will be a tribunal of the AIDs Lords in two days, we will discuss your decision then.”

My duty? To punish them? Part of me relished the thought, and immediately an idea came to mind.

Deacon was doing long, slow, deep strokes up my ass making me purr in ecstasy. He stopped, sighed, held me so tight I thought he was going to crack my ribs. “I thought I had lost you. I cannot tell how much it means to have you back with me and how you not being with me…..well, it’s just not something I want. I sensed a change in you that morning, but our connection and SIRE bond is still so new, I did not know immediately you were in danger. It was several hours before anyone realized. Your soldiers alerted Jonas when they came back and found you gone and when he and your boy could not find you they alerted Micah. By then my bond with you told me something was clearly wrong, so I contacted Micah and he confirmed you were missing from Covenant.”

Deacon’s voice lowered, his tone saddened as he said, “I thought maybe – maybe you had changed your mind, that you did not want to be here.”

“Anyways, a lock down and search of Covenant was begun, which brought to light that there were some staff missing, and our soldiers found some disabled security systems and cameras. It was clear then you had not left on your own accord. I ordered they begin a search, but frankly there was really nothing to go on beyond the missing staff, who had all worked here and were trusted. I immediately took the jet back and was so frustrated that I was so helpless to find that which I now cherish most.” Deacon kissed my neck and ear, I closed my eyes, his breath heating my skin.

“It was on the third day that I sensed a change in the bond,” Deacon said. “Beyond just being there in my mind, it was like someone was poking my arm trying to get my attention. I didn’t understand it was you at first, but then began to realize that as I suspected, you have many gifts and talents we don’t yet know or understand and our blood bond and covenant is deeper that I had realized. The poking became more frantic and suddenly I saw you, I was here, in my suite, pacing, and suddenly in my mind I was someplace else, and not of my own power. This was you – you had pulled me to you. Your power had used our bond. As soon as I saw you strapped down on that table I knew, and I knew where you were. Well not precisely, but I could sense it. I could also feel everything they had done to you so clearly – and the blood they had taken – that was NOT THEIRS TO TAKE!” Deacon got very angry when he said that, his fucking stopped, his body tensed.

I worked my ass, Deacon refocused on fucking me, and seeded me with another load. We both had much to do, so reluctantly untwined our bodies and I returned to my suite to outline my plan for punishment. The minute I walked in Baker wanted to hug and hold me and Fontaine wanted to sniff me, “You got fucked! I can smell it. Damn!” So as Fontaine mounted me on the spot, Baker in disgust huffed and went to my office to wait. Fontaine growled, nipped at my neck, dug into me, and plowed like a stallion who had just won his first mare. That sparked another part of my plan.

When we were finished I had Baker take me to see the prisoners in the medical bay. Armed soldiers were all around, so I felt safe. The boy I had fucked cowered from me when I walked into his room. I said to him, “Your future is in my hands now.” I wanted him to be afraid. My captor who had been injected with my blood was still unconscious, but the doctor said he was stable. I asked about the permanent effects of the castration and he said they had repaired some damage caused to the surrounding tissues from the trauma, but that he would be fine and could probably even get an erection again with the proper stimulation and therapy. I next visited Vince, the one who tried to help me. He was awake, looked pretty banged up, and his face showed relief to see me, then fear. I asked Baker and the other soldiers to leave me alone with him. They refused until I ordered them to cuff Vince to the bed and assured them I would not get too close. Once they had gone I said to Vince, “I want to thank you for trying to be kind and helpful near the end. Your punishment is not over and I cannot forgive you for taking me, but I will do what I can to make sure the punishment is just. You will not be tortured or physically injured more than you have been, or killed, that I can guarantee.” Vince nodded, gave a weak smile, and I left. My plan was coming together.

I explained my plan Deacon and he was pleased. He felt it provided punishment for their offenses, showed an example to others, and provided us a new and exciting way in which to meet our goals of spreading AIDs and other infections to our targeted areas and populations. The AIDS Lords that convened for the tribunal fully endorsed the plan, under my leadership and execution, and also issued an order that Uncle Jack be tracked down, captured alive if possible, and punished for what he did.

Deacon watched via security camera as I took Captains Fontaine and Baker with me, gathered our prisoners, and explained my plan that was inspired by recent events and The "Fickstutenmarkt" (Horse fair).

In Germany, there are regular gatherings of men for the Fickstutenmarkt, or Horse Fair. This is a carefully orchestrated and controlled gathering of bottoms, or ‘mares’, who are hooded and used by any and all tops present with certain rules and guidelines. Under Covenant, I would create our own version of the Fair – the Breeder’s Market.

Our prisoners had the honor of being our first ‘mares’ for our Breeder’s Market. They were no longer men, but mares to be mounted and bred and used. To make this complete, those that had not been castrated already would have their balls surgically removed, including the harness boy and the two guards. This was part of their punishment for their participation in helping Uncle Jack. At this the harness boy started to cry and the guards started to scream and yell and strain against their bonds until one of the soldiers drove a gun butt into one of their heads.

In addition, every one of them would be infected by me to ensure that their blood was as infectious as possible, for part of their job as a mare was to provide not only a service as a cum and disease receptacle, our own lab rats so to speak, but to spread what we could, where we could.

All of them would also be branded on their forehead with a BIOHAZARD BRAND indicating their status as a mare, and a symbol noting which AIDs Lord and which stable they belonged to. This was their life, to be fucked and used for the pleasure of real men.

I noted that the harness boy and two guards would be sent to specific AIDs Lords that had requested them. These Lords were joining me in creating the elite stables, where our mares would be very well cared for and turned into the ultimate brood stock and perfect physical specimens, so expect to workout hard and play even harder. Our stables will tour the country as we seed and breed and spread our toxic gift.

The guy who was my captor on the other hand, would be used in the new stable in DC’s Southeast neighborhood, back where he used to work for Uncle Jack. He would be kept in stocks and every crack head, every guy he grew up with, every person he ever fucked over would be invited to breed him as much as they wanted. He just glared at me and did not say a word.

And finally, Vince. Vince may be part of my elite stable with a specialty for serving those breeders from the leather community. For that, he will be sent back to DC as well, but for the next three months will be chained and trained in the dungeon of Charles – the Horse Dick Leather Lord and his son Roger. We will then see if he makes the cut and if not, will join his compatriot on the southeast side. Vince just hung his head at this judgment, then looked at me and said, “Thank you. I will not disappoint you.”

It was time to let the doctors begin their work on our new mares, and I wanted nothing more to do with them. I returned to my suite, dismissed my soldiers, and went to lay down. On my bed was a gold embossed envelope. I opened it, slid the plain card out, there were just four words – “You will be mine.”

I calmly walked to Deacon’s suite, waited until he returned, handed him the card and said, “I want Uncle Jack’s dick cut off and brought to me on a platter!” Deacon’s tats flared as his anger exploded and he snarled as the words and their author aligned, “I promise, he will pay far far worse than that.”

Stay tuned for additional stories in the Sire Chronicles including:

• The Breeders Market – The Tours and Training Begin
  
• Captain Fontaine – Wisconsin Cabin Weekend
  
• More with Deacon, Lionel, Charles and Roger and others…..
  

[pozpopperpig]

Another excellent chapter! So damned good!