Date: Fri, 15 Jan 2021 11:35:45 +0000 (UTC)
From: Xavier Hicks <xavier.hicks1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Knock-Up Night Part 1

Hello readers. It's been a while. Here is the next chapter. It's a lengthy
one and does take quite a while to get to the good stuff if you're looking
for a good jack-off session. But I like to set the scene a bit first and
build the story's universe (that's also where some readers have also
complimented me). I enjoy the story side of writing as much as wanting my
readers to be horned up. Hope you do too. This chapter contains elements of
Mpreg (male pregnancy), cross-generational sex, and interracial
themes. Enjoy!

At the end of this very long chapter I've written a glossary of terms and
description of characters for anyone who hasn't read the previous chapters
or wants to fantasise with a clearer image.

Feedback and comments very much welcome. Drop me a message on the email
xavier.hicks1@yahoo.com.

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*************

Three years had gone by since Danny Grundy left Islington High. His status
as a super-donor had allowed him the privilege to leave a year earlier than
the usual age of 17. Yet strangely, with the same exam qualifications as a
star pupil who had studied hard throughout the final year. The education
system of Southern Britain had become rather corrupt and in favour of
super-donors with a potent load and handsome face such as Danny. Like Mr
Bronson had predicted, he had swiftly become favoured by British society,
which after The Crisis had come to promote a demand of speeding up
procreation for survival of its nation. But also, because of the lustful
nature that had been accelerated due to the mutation of men into carriers
and donors. Boys like Danny were swiftly promoted into higher positions of
power by both salacious carriers with an obsession to bear multiples, and
powerful super-donors with the intent of raising the profile and strength
of super-donors to a higher plane. As a result, donors had become arrogant
with their privilege.

Danny stood in his large office, looking out the window at the river
Thames. It was his third month in the position as a civil servant for the
department of fertility and offspring. He had passed university with flying
colours and was now employed in a well-paid job - partly due to his brain,
partly due to his looks, partly due to his potent seed. Now aged 19, he had
grown a few inches since leaving school and stood at 5 foot 9. Many other
parts of him had also grown. His chest bulged bigger, his legs thicker,
biceps and buttocks rounder. His cock had grown longer and fatter. He had
developed into a handsome young man with a fine, smooth and tanned physique
after hitting the gym hard. It was the end of the working week and he was
debating what to do with his evening when he heard a knock on the door.

"Come in!" shouted Danny.

The door opened and a large, suited man slipped in and closed the door
behind him.

"Good evening, Grundy," said the man. "How's the week been?"

"Not too bad, Boss. Just settling in, still, you know. There's a lot of
organising and debate with the hospitals and The Nurseries," replied Danny.

Max Hardy was Danny's superior. A super-donor high up on the government
ladder that lead the department of fertility and offspring. At 36, he stood
at 6 foot 2, short, short, wavy, dark brown hair, dark stubble, deep blue
eyes, wide shoulders and a large, stocky frame. He resembled the movie
actor Henry Cavill, with an even beefier, meatier build, but just as
handsome.

"Yep, it's quite a job we have on our hands with The Nurseries,
especially. But the new prime minister is happy with where we're at. He
thinks you're doing a fine job, so far," said Hardy, as he walked up to
survey the Thames river, patting Danny on the back.

"Thanks, boss," said Danny with a shy grin.

"There's just one thing I need to give you some advice on, Grundy. Have a
seat," said Hardy sternly as he pointed to the sofa.

Danny's grin faded. He looked at Hardy's face, unable to read his
expression. He gulped and sat down. Hardy took the seat, opposite.

"There's been a few rumours and bits of... news that have come to my
attention," said Hardy, slowly. There was a pause. "Three carriers in this
building have been impregnated in the last couple of months, all now
carrying multiples... One being The Right Honourable Lord Mayor of London,
John Wittington, for goodness sake," finished Hardy, looking Danny deeply
in the eyes. "Now, the only super-donors in the building are me... And
you. And I know that it's not me that's planted seed around the
building. So, rumours, and simple mathematics... leads to you," said Hardy,
almost angrily.

There was another moment of tension. Danny looked at the ground, feeling
embarrassed, yet slightly proud. This was the first time he'd heard
consequences of dumping his loads in staff within the government
building. He looked up at Hardy, determined to meet his gaze.

"They wanted it. Especially John Whittington. He was begging for me to give
him quintuplets. He came into my office, all heated-up and bent over my
desk. They wanted it and I planted it," Danny protested.

"Of course, they want it, Grundy, when donors are in heat, they can be
very, very persuasive. But you need to learn to have some self-restraint
within a professional environment. You can't shit on your own doorstep, not
if you don't want most of the best staff taking months off here and there
to recover from carrying multiples," said Hardy, dropping his stern tone,
making it a bit fathery.

Danny paused, thinking for a moment.

"I hadn't thought about it that way before," he said, in realisation.

"Well, now you know," said Hardy. "Not only that, but some carriers are in
monogamous relationships. If they have a donor husband, things can
sometimes get violent. We have a gift, but we need to learn where to use
it. And have a bit of self-restraint."

"But boss, you must have wanted to fuck half the staff here, especially
Thomas Perry, he's got the fattest ass and sweetest, pungent carrier smell
I've ever known. How the fuck do you not fuck him on the spot?!" said
Danny.

"It's difficult," said Hardy, nodding. "I can't lie, there have been a
couple of occasions in the 15 years I've been working here when I
have... succumbed. But not three times in 2 months. Especially not with the
Lord bloody Mayor," he said, now with a small grin creeping onto his face.

Danny noticed this and grinned too, feeling a little relieved. They both
laughed for a moment. Hardy's look turned to thoughtful.

"There are ways that super-donors in our position can offload in a more
secure and discreet way, Grundy," said Hardy.

"Oh yeah?" said Grundy, intrigued at the tone of Hardy.

"It's partly why I'm here, besides a need to tick you off. The problem with
growing up as a young donor is having lack of other donor father figures to
show you the ropes. Especially with more conservative carrier households
such as yours, Grundy," said Hardy.

"I'm not quite sure what you mean, Boss," said Danny, slightly confused.

"What are your plans tomorrow?" asked Hardy, getting up from his chair and
again taking in the view of Thames.

"Er, nothing much. Hitting the gym, chilling in my apartment. Probably
knocking a slutty carrier up in the changing rooms if he's lucky," said
Danny, with a sheepish grin. "Why?"

"Because you're coming with me. I'm taking you to your first knock-up
night," said Hardy, looking determined.

Danny's cock chubbed up as he saw them mischievous look in Hardy's eyes.

***********

On the evening of the next day, Max Hardy's expensive BMW pulled up outside
Danny's apartment building. Due to his generous salary, Danny was able to
afford a luxury apartment in central London. The perks of being a donor
allowed him to afford the move out of his parent's home and have his own
pad close to his work, even at 19.

Hardy pinged a text up to Danny's phone and then they were on the way to
their destination.

"So, are you finally going to tell me where we're going boss?" asked Danny,
sat in the passenger seat as the car sped along the dark streets.

"You can call me Hardy, now, Grundy. Let's be a tad more familiar, because
we definitely will be later," replied Hardy with a wink to the teen, one
hand on the steering wheel.

"Okay... Hardy," said Danny with a laugh. "I think I have a good idea, but
what exactly do I expect with a knock-up night?" asked Danny.

"We're going to a club. An exclusive club. Where carriers have their own
booth. As donors we get to pick which ones we fuck," said Hard
matter-of-factly.

"Wow. Nice..." replied Danny. "How much do we pay to get in?"

"We don't. They pay, we dump our loads, they get their super-donor
seed. It's win-win," said Hardy, with an arrogant smile.

"And, do we do this apart or together?" said Danny, looking at Hardy,
shyly.

"It's up to you, Grundy. But the thought of knocking up a carrier with
another super-donor gets my cock aching," said Hardy as he drove on.

"You're a dirty dog, Boss - I mean, Hardy," said Danny as he smiled a nasty
smile and rubbed hardening his cock through his pants, looking over to
Hardy's huge package showing under his grey sweatpants.

"So are you, I think. That's why I'm taking you," said Hardy with a
smile. "I've been meaning to ask you, there's a rumour that you knocked up
a teacher in high school. Is that true?"

"How do you know?"

"It's a small world, especially when said teacher's husband works within
the government".

"Oh shit. Mr Afonso?"

"Yeh, that huge, hairy, cocky twat," replied Hardy.

"Well... I knocked Mr Bronson up with quads, that's true. Although that's
what I thought. When they popped out Mr Afonso suspected one was different
before they were whisked away to The Nurseries, from what I heard. Must've
smelled different to him. Mr Bronson left the school and disappeared after
that. Dunno what happened to them both," said Danny.

"I do. Afonso almost murdered your teacher-slut Bronson. Bronson got a
restraining order on him and disappeared for fear of his life, moved up
north I heard. Poor fella's getting knocked up north of the border by the
lawless Scottish clans now, I suspect. Although maybe he likes it."

Danny's mouth fell open. He didn't want to admit he had been scared of Mr
Bronson's husband, but luckily, he never found out that Danny was the
donor.

"And what about Mr Afonso?" said Danny.

"He's still working as a diplomat. Has some tiny blonde twink super-carrier
at home who has become his housewife. Don't know much else but the twink is
constantly knocked up. His little pussy must be falling out," said Hardy
with a barking laugh.

************************

The entrance doors to the club were flanked by two burly, pregnant security
guards. Hardy showed them his ID. They nodded and let them in. The two men
walked through the doors to the club which led down to a basement. They
both descended the stairs and reached another door at the bottom. Hardy
pressed a buzzer next to it. It swung open. A corridor led down to a desk
at the end with another secure door next to it. At the desk sat a young,
pretty man behind a desk with a huge, swollen stomach. He was heavily
pregnant.

"Good evening, Mr Hardy," said the man shyly, eyeing up the two men up. His
face flushed red as he looked Hardy in the eyes.

"Evening, Sam, ready to pop, I see?" said Hardy.

"Yes, sir. Almost there," said Sam as he stroked his belly. "Two lockers
for you and your guest?".

"Thank you, Sam. Hope to see you on the other side again soon", said Hardy
with a wink.

Hardy handed Danny a key and the two men proceeded into the locker
room. Hardy started to strip off his clothes. Danny stood for a moment
admiring his muscular, hairy torso and rounded, ample pecs.

"Knocked that one up about 8 months ago with 3 other guys last year," said
Hardy, arrogantly, referring to Sam. "His father owns the club. Sometimes
they like to get knocked up together," he added.

"Hot!" said Danny with his mouth opened and eyes wide.

"You might want to take your clothes off, Grundy. Underwear is optional
although once you're in you won't really need them."

"This locker room is quite small," said Danny as he looked around, removing
his joggers.

"This room is just for the super-donors. The carriers have a different
entrance... The back door, ironically." said Hardy as he removed his
socks. He was now naked, standing burly and muscular, with his long, fleshy
cock on show. He reached in his locker, fished around for a moment and then
handed Danny a pink pill.

"What's this for?"

"It's a little treat. Allows you to cum again and again for hours. You'll
need it, probably," Hardy replied as he downed one of the two pills with a
bottle of water.

Danny looked at the pill for a moment, grabbed the water and followed
suit. He was in for a wild ride.

"Through that door is a long corridor of private booths, each one
containing a donor, most in heat, some might contain more than one. Any are
up for the taking. Some might be broken in already, but don't worry, they
might have some unfertilized eggs left up their hole if you're lucky. If
not, sloppy seconds, thirds or twelfths is always fun," said Hardy, slowly
massaging his cock. "Why don't we split up for a while, choose your
favourites, then after an hour we'll meet by the water fountain. Then you
can tell me if you feel ready to team up?"

"Okay..." said Danny, a little nervous, but getting horned up by the sight
of the confident hardy and his rapidly thickening dick. He was a little in
awe of how attractive the man was. "Will there be other donors in there
too?"

"Most likely a few. It is Saturday night after all, but this is a very
exclusive club," said Hardy. "Let's get going."

They both shoved their clothes into a locker and wrapped a rubber wristband
onto their arm which had their key attached. Danny wore just a pair of
tight white briefs, which held his straining large penis. Hardy was now
completely naked apart from his golden Rolex watch and wristband on each
wrist. They entered a darkened circular corridor which split off in two
directions. Hardy patted Danny on the back, pointed to the water fountain
then gave him a little shove to the right. A pungent smell of donor-scent
hit Danny's nostrils, his cock thickened to an aching 9 inches, straining
his briefs even more. The smell was intoxicating and made him feel dizzy
with lust. He was also aware of a warm feeling in his face which he assumed
was down to the effects of the special pill he had taken. Soft moans could
be heard as he slowly made his way down the corridor, neon lights above lit
the gloom casting a shade of rose-pink on the black-painted interior. The
corridor was lined either side with booths, each one with a Perspex glass
door. Danny peaked into the first door on this left. The booths too were to
be lit by the same pink neon light. Inside was a tattooed muscular man in
his late 40's, lay on his front, his pert butt in the air.  Danny looked
closer and could see that his hole was dripping some spunk, down his leg
and onto the black leather bed. On his back was three short black lines,
indicating how many loads he had taken, Danny suspected. He looked to the
table next to the bed which had a bottle of water, poppers and a black
marker pen on top of it.

"This is fucking hot," thought Danny, messaging his dick. The man inside
didn't look back and at closer inspection wore a blindfold. "Maybe later,"
thought Danny as he looked to his right. In the opposite booth was a man in
his late 30's sat crossed legged, smoking a vape, looking Danny directly in
the eyes. He beckoned Danny with his index finger. Danny moved forward to
take a closer look. The man was just his type. He looked middle-eastern and
very masculine. His body was thick set, heavily muscled with olive, tanned
skin. He was naked but for a green camouflage jockstrap. He had a short,
black military crewcut with a thick, cropped black beard that complimented
his square jaw. His pecs were large and full, with a coating of thick
hair. The man smiled, put down his vape and turned his body around on the
leather bed so that he was on all fours, displaying his bubbled cheeks,
coated in a light fuzz, framed perfectly by his jockstrap. His ass was
huge, all natural but large, fleshy and wobbling. The man shook his ass
slightly so that it jiggled. He reached around to his ass cheeks and
revealed his anal ring which looked pink, tight and fresh. Danny's
donor-brain kicked in. He pulled the door open.

"Hello, sir. Please, give me your load," said the man with a thick
accent. At that moment the man's hole made a squelching sound, at bit of
carrier-lube building around his ring as his hormones kicked. "You smell
delicious".

Danny pulled his boxers off and discarded them on the floor. His cock was
now rock hard, dripping precum.

"Nice accent, where are you from?" said Danny.

"All the way from Turkey, sir, I'm here with the Turkish navy on a port
stop," replied the man.

"Hot. How many loads?" asked Danny.

"None yet. You'll be my first, Daddy. I just arrived," replied the man as
his looked pointedly towards another door which acted as a separate
entrance to the booth.

"Good. Kiss me," said Danny to the older man. The man obliged, turned and
rested on his knees. Standing next to the bed, Danny leaned forward and met
the carrier's mouth. Their tongues danced as they kissed deeply, the older
man's beard scratching against the teen's face. The man broke the kiss and
as he grabbed for Danny's thick 9 inches. He lowered down and engulfed the
throbbing cock into his mouth. Danny's eyes rolled back as the man
skilfully deep throated his tool for a minute or two. It was the first
sexual contact he'd had in 3 days. Danny stroked the man's cropped hair and
caressed the top of his muscled, smooth back. The contrast between the
mature, muscular Turk, (probably on steroids, thought Danny), and the
younger, slimmer toned teen was stark.

"Not too much, slut. Haven't busted my nut in days. Turn around," ordered
Danny.

The muscular man turned back compliantly to rest on his knees and forearms,
presenting him ample rear. Danny placed his hand on the man's upper back
and bent him into a submissive position so that his fat ass was raised in
the air. He grabbed the huge, furry globes and spread them, admiring the
pink, winking hole that glistened with clear carrier-lube. He moved his
mouth to the hole and rimmed it deep, inserting his tongue in, lapping up
the juices and loosening it up. The man groaned in pleasure and pushed back
to Danny's jaw.

"Oooh, Daddy, feels so good," moaned the carrier.

Danny pulled away to admire the huge ass, pulling the left cheek aside to
see deeper into the sweet pink hole. A mixture of spit and lube now dripped
from it. A splutter of carrier-juice leaked out. Danny poked a finger in,
then two, starting to finger fuck the bottom, making the him moan in
pleasure. A third and fourth fingers slipped in so that the hole was now
loosened and more dilated, helped along by the wet sticky lube that came
from the carrier's man-cunt.

"Please, knock me up. Can't wait any longer," moaned the man in his deep,
raspy thick accent.

"Move back, to the edge and I'll put some babies into you," said Danny,
pulling the man closer to the edge of the leather-clad bed. He slapped the
carrier's ass-cheeks so that they wobbled like a jelly. His cock was
aching, his cheeks flushed red. The pill he had taken must be a
supercharged Viagra with added benefits, he thought. His cock felt bigger
than ever and was leaking copious amounts of precum. He put his finger to
the tip, collected pre-cum and spread it around the lips of the bottom's
pussy for extra lubrication.

"Please, Mister, fuck me, man," moaned the lusty Turk.

Danny lined his cock up to the hole and then slowly plunged it in, helped
along by the wet, dilated man-pussy. His cock slid balls deep into the
older man, making him whimper and moan in pleasure. Danny was so horned-up
that he felt he could spunk within seconds. He decided to slow things down
so that he could enjoy the ride and make his carrier feel good. He slapped
the ass-cheeks so that they wobbled slightly as his cock slid slowly in and
out.

"Feels so good. Back onto it, slut," ordered Danny to the carrier. The man
skilfully raised his rear up and down so that the Danny's cock would almost
fall out then plunged his cheeks back down onto the nine inches.

"Oooh, Daddy, so big, it's hitting the spot" growled the carrier.

Danny removed his cock completely from the wet man-pussy and could see that
his pre-spunk was already leaking out. He was sure that this alone would be
enough to impregnate the Turkish slut with at least one baby. Danny stood
closer to the bed, lined his cock up again and drilled it deep into the
man. He picked up the pace and started to hit the pussy repeatedly so that
a slapping noise ricochet around the booth. He grabbed the man's stocky
thighs and started to fuck hard. The two men groaned together feeling the
sweet sensations. Danny then moved his right hand to the man's throat so
that he could pull his thick body back onto his cock in a fast rocking
motion.

"You want this baby-batter, slut? Ready for some multiples?" said Danny.

The submissive carrier could only manage a deep "Yes, please Daddy" as
Danny's cock pounded his g-spot. "I'm gonna cum... HIT IT... Ooooh, Daddy,
YES," moaned the carrier. The Turk's 6-inch cock exploded spunk onto the
leather bed beneath him. Danny felt his balls tighten as his cock started
to send waves of orgasmic pleasure around his body. The spunk rose up
through his nine inches and blasted deep into the Turk. Danny held the
carrier with a vice-grip as he shuddered, losing count of exactly how many
squirts of cum he was injecting into the wanting bottom. This pill really
is working, he thought as he released a tenth shot of spunk into the
carrier's womb.

Danny came down from the intense, lengthy orgasm and loosened the grip of
the man. They both caught their breath for a moment. The man suddenly
pulled away. Danny's cock, still rock hard, fell from the hole with a
pop. Some white spunk gushed out which was quickly sealed by the carrier
who had reached for the side table to pick up a butt plug. The man stood up
and began to collect his things.

"Off so soon?!" said Danny, surprised, standing awkwardly.

"Yes, sorry, kid. I'm not supposed to be here. Escaped for an hour or two
from my ship and have to be back before midnight. Sometimes being in heat
makes you do crazy things. Otherwise, I'd be asking for round two. But I
think I've had my fill with the amount of cum you just gave me. You're a
good fuck," said the man as he put his hand on the door. He leaned forward
to kiss Danny. Danny returned the favour, the man was quite short, at the
same height as him, but built like a tank.

"Now go and, I think you say, `knock up' some of the other sluts here. They
need it," said the man as he opened the second door. He winked, patted his
stomach and exited into another dark corridor.

The door closed. Danny shook his head in disbelief, then chuckled to
himself. He knew that carrier recruits in most armed forces across the
world were banned from procreation. This Turkish guy is probably going to
get in some trouble later, he thought.

Danny left the room, forgetting his underwear out of excitement for what
would come next. He looked over to the opposite booth and could see the
back of a red-headed toned guy pumping away into the blindfolded
carrier. He admired the show for a moment, jacking his cock then decided to
move onto to the next booth on the right. It was empty. In the one opposite
there was a fat, middle-aged man lying on his bed with one black mark on
his back. Not for me, thought Danny, moving on. At that moment, a door
opened in the next booth on the right. A slim, tall black guy around 30
left the booth and closed the door. As he looked up, he made eye contact
with Danny, then looked him up and down. Danny returned the look, noticing
his huge black swinging dick that slapped against his left leg, leaking
some post-spunk.

"Just finished with this one, mate. All loosened up if you wanna dump in
it. Black and white offspring would be hot," he said in a cheeky tone as he
walked past Danny, patting him on the shoulder, heading in the other
direction. Danny looked back for a moment as the man walked off, looking
into other booths as he went. He moved to the booth door that the man had
just exited. Inside lay a boy around Danny's age. He had a skinny, smooth
and toned physique and shave head. Danny couldn't see his face as he was
lay on his front, playing a game on his phone. Danny knocked on the
glass. The boy looked around, saw Danny and his hard cock (which was
touching the glass), smiled and jerked his head, indicating him to come
in. Danny entered the booth. A wave of pungent donor-scent hit the back of
his nose. It was extremely strong. This must be a super-carrier, thought
Danny, excitedly.

"Hello, sir," said the carrier. He put his mobile phone onto the side-table
and started to turn.

"Stay there. I wanna fuck you while you're lay down," commanded Danny.

"As you wish, sir, please, give me your seed," said the boy, submissively.

"Fuck, you smell crazy-good. You're a super-carrier, right?" asked Danny as
he crawled onto the leather bed, behind the boy.

"Yes, sir" said the boy, with an embarrassed giggle.

"Fuck, yes!" said Danny as he inhaled deep. His cock was leaking pre-cum
again. He reached for a leather-pillow. "Lift your ass up, I wanna inspect
your pussy, first."

Danny put the pillow under the skinny twink's body so that his little pert
ass was raised in the air. He pulled a cheek to one side and could see a
little bit of the black guys spunk dripping from the hole. It was more like
an actual pussy than an anal ring, with deep pink swollen lips. This boy
must have pumped a good few multiples out already, he thought. Danny pulled
the other cheek so that the boy-pussy was now completely exposed. Balanced
on his knees, he leaned down and put his mouth to it, inserting his
tongue. He began to eat the boy's pussy, savouring the gunky spunk and
pussy juice that had accumulated there. The boy let out a high-pitched
moan, then reached for some poppers from the table next to the bed, put the
bottle to his nose and inhaled, deeply. A bit of spunk and carrier-lube
spluttered from the loose lips.

"How many times have you been knocked up?"

"Five already. I've had about 22 offspring so far," said the carrier,
proudly.

"Such a good carrier. And so young. You must be my age."

"I'm 18, I matured early. Then I found this place. Father pays for me to
come here".

"Well, he definitely knows how to get you good seed. You ready for some
more on top of the black donor's?"

"Yes, knock me up," moaned the boy.

Danny lowered himself down to the ass-lips again and continued to lap up
the fluids for a moment, fucking the boy with his tongue while he played
with his own throbbing nine inches. He kept some spunk on his tongue,
positioned himself over the boy, lined up the tip of his dick with the wet
pussy and plunged it in. The super-carrier twink let out a cry of
pleasure. Danny felt his cock tingle as it sunk into the boy's wet
pussy. He lay down over the twink's back, leaned his weight onto the
skinny, toned body and moved his own head so it was next to his
partner's. They kissed, sharing the black guy's potent spunk. He then
raised up his front torso and rested on his arms either side of the boy's
body so that he could piston his cock in and out of the carrier.

"Fuck, feels so loose and wet, what a slut," said Danny as he fucked the
twink-carrier. His removed his cock almost all the way out and then buried
it back into the boy-pussy which made a satisfying squelching noise. More
of the previous donor's seed leaked from the ass-lips, coating Danny's cock
and leaking down the middle of the carrier's thighs, dripping onto the
black leather bed. The two teens were lit by the pink neon light above. The
twink started to moan loudly so that the echoes vibrated around the
booth. Danny wrapped one hand over the carrier's mouth to stifle his moans,
using his other muscled arm to balance himself.

"You ready for me to put some more babies in you, slut?"

"Yes, please, give me your seed. Ooooh feels so good!" said the twink with
a sigh as Danny removed his hand from his mouth.

"You're gonna have a mixture of black and white, unless I've knocked all
the other seed out of you," said Danny as his orgasm built. He positioned
himself with his arms so that he could piston his dick all the way in and
out. His cock was the hardest it had ever felt. For a second time his balls
pulled tight as wads of cum exploded from his cock and deep into the guts
of the super-carrier.

"YES, TAKE THIS SEED! TAKE THESE QUADS YOU FUCKING SLUT!" Danny shouted as
he orgasmed for a good 30 seconds, planting his fertile spunk into the
skinny twink.

The twink yelled out in pain and pleasure as the hard cock his spot. The
two panted for half a minute whilst coming down from their highs, Danny's
cock planted firmly, balls deep in the twink's cunt. He noticed a marker
pen on the side-table, reached for it and drew a second line next to the
black guy's onto the carrier's back. He removed his cock slowly. The tip
came out with a pop, a bit of his load leaking from the boy-pussy.

"That was great. Enjoy the next one, although you don't really need it,"
said Danny as he moved himself from the bed to stand. The boy remained
lying. He looked around, at Danny, smiling shyly. Danny was taken aback at
how beautiful the boy's face was with deep blue eyes, full pink lips and
high cheek bones. He could be a model, thought Danny.

"Thank you, sir. but I'm here for the night. Father is picking me up in the
morning. He wants me to have at least 10 marks on my back. It makes him
proud." said the boy, reaching for his phone.

"Wow. Well, enjoy," replied Danny. He reached for the glass door, leaving
the boy. "Bye".

"Bye, bye, sir, thank you again," said the twink sweetly as Danny exited,
the door closing shut.

Outside, another man was already waiting to enter. It was the toned ginger
guy that Danny had seen fucking the mature carrier earlier. He was a
handsome, bearded man in his late 20's, a bit taller than Danny with a
swimmer's build.

"Two loads already? Nice," said the man as he looked inside. "You loosened
him up good?" he asked Danny.

"He was already loosened; his pussy is overflowing. Enjoy," replied Danny
with a sly grin. This is next-level hot/sick, he thought.

"Great, my turn now, he looks hot. 'Scuse me, need to add to your load,
thanks pal," said the ginger super-carrier as he reached for the door
handle.

Danny moved aside as the man brushed past him and eagerly entered the
booth. He looked around the corridor as the door shut behind him with a
clunk. He could see a mature man in his late 50's further down the circular
corridor, peeping into a door about 5 doors down and jacking his cock. The
man didn't seem to notice him. Danny moved on to the next booth, reaching
for his still rock-solid member. He was still wanting more; he couldn't
believe how effective the pill was. His stamina had always been good, but
this was next level, he thought. He moved onto the next booth. Inside was
the biggest man that he had ever seen. A giant. Danny was stunned at the
size of the man. The man was lying on his back, relaxed on his leather bed,
so big that his feet dangled off the end of it. He had long dirty blonde
hair which had been pulled into a man-bun with a long, heavy beard. His
body was built, with a huge smooth chest, huge muscular legs and an
impressive, sculpted torso. He was slowly jacking his 8-inch cock. He
looked like a Viking on steroids. Danny couldn't pinpoint his age; he
could've been any age between 35-45. The man looked up, noticing his
spectator. He pulled himself up and turned onto his knees, displaying his
impressive, colossal, muscled back. Along the top of it were 9 black
lines. He'd already had 9 loads of super-donor spunk. Danny's eyes wandered
down to his narrow waist and muscled buttocks. Nestled in the middle of his
ass-cheeks was a but plug, preventing the escape of a torrent of
cum. Danny's mouth fell open. The giant pushed his ample cheeks up and
arched his back, looked over his shoulder with a dirty smile and jerked his
head, beckoning his next donor inside. Danny opened the door, a little
nervously.

"Good evening, handsome," said the man in a deep, slow voice. "Don't be
scared, you're the boss, remember," he added, noticing Danny's expression.

"Evening," replied Danny with a laugh which broke his timid-ness. He
remembered that this man was just another submissive carrier wanting his
load. "How tall -"

"I'm 7 feet 2 inches tall," said the giant with a sly grin. "How do you
want me?".

"On your back, put a pillow under your ass," commanded Danny, shaking
himself out of his nerves and remembering his place in the pecking order.

The giant moved quickly at the orders of the donor. He was on his back in
moments. The man reached for the buttplug and began to pull.

"Stop. I want to do it," said Danny as he crawled onto the bed.

"As you wish, sir," replied the man in his rumbling voice. Danny's eyes
feasted on his body. It was perfect. His beard was full and long, reaching
down to his smooth, stretched, swollen pecs with nipples like large pink
discs. Each one was leaking a bit of milk, like carriers in heat sometimes
did. His arms, by far, were the biggest and most impressive thing about
him, his biceps being larger than Danny's head. What a specimen, he
thought. The man lifted his large, blonde furry legs into the air so that
Danny could shuffle up and reach for the plug. Danny tugged on it
gently. It popped out easily and a large wad of white spunk that gushed
from the ruined, puffy hole. Danny inserted two fingers easily into the
ass-lips, picking up a large glob of spunk onto them. He reached up to the
giant and fed it into his large mouth. The giant lapped it up, hungrily,
moaning deeply as he did. He got some more and fed him again. Danny crawled
up and leaned down to kiss the giant, deeply. For a moment their faces
fused together, the carrier moved his shovel-hand to reach Danny's erect
9-inches, stroking it gently.

"You're the most handsome donor that's been into this booth. Top me up,
sir," the carrier said after he swallowed the cum, looking Danny directly
in the eyes.

"Coming up," replied Danny, with a smile. "Lift your legs up so I can dump
some babies in that messy cunt".

The carrier again lifted his legs into the air so that Danny could crawl
down and place the tip of his throbbing member to the lips of the wrecked,
swollen man-pussy. No need for fingers or warming up, thought Danny. Danny
grabbed onto the giant's muscular lower torso as he plunged his inches into
the hole, gripping and caressing the firm 8-pack of the carrier at the same
time.

"That's it, fill me up, handsome," said the carrier-giant in ecstasy,
letting out a low moan as the teen's member drilled into his sensitive,
hole. Danny raised himself onto his knees as he fucked the man missionary
style, moving his hands from caressing his 8-pack to holding the two
column-like, thick and furry legs. He drilled his cock in and out of the
puffy ass-lips as the man's legs rested on his shoulders. He looked down to
see a mixture of spunk gushing out of the pussy, around his thick cock and
onto the leather. He picked up the pace and started to manoeuvre himself so
that he could hit the g-spot of the giant, noticing the man's reactions as
he pummelled his rock-hard penis into different angles. Finally, he found
the right spot as the giant man groaned in delight and started to fuck,
deeper.

"Oooooh, gonna make me cum, sir, don't stop," growled the carrier-giant.

Danny drilled his cock in and out for another few minutes until the giant's
7-inch cock erupted cum onto his smooth, hugely muscled torso. Danny was
good at making his carrier's cum without hands. Some spunk even shot into
the man's beard. The Viking's head was still tilted back as he enjoyed his
orgasm, growling so loudly that the booth walls seemed to shake with the
deep sound vibrations. Danny continued to fuck, noticing that even more
milk was leaking from the large, pink nipples. He leaned forward and put
his pink lips around one of the nipples started to suck the milk as he
continued to drill his cock in and out of the swollen man-pussy. Slapping
noises now reverberated around the booth as the giant's noises
quietened. Danny's third orgasm started to build. He removed his mouth from
the nipple, a little bit of milk dribbling down his smooth chin.

"You ready for more baby batter, giant? Want me to put some more babies in
you? How many do you want?" said Danny as he looked up to the Viking's
bearded face as he fucked.

"Give me, triplets, quads, more," moaned the giant. "The most I've carried
is 9, want... even... more... Oooooh," he cooed as Danny continued to hit
his g-spot.

"Let's get you some more multiples in this busted pussy... Oh yeah... Here
it comes... FUCK!" shouted Danny as his balls tightened and a flood of cum
shot up through his nine inches and into the giant man's womb. He made sure
that he sunk his cock as deeply into the pussy as he could, wanting to
plant his seed and knock up whatever was left in the womb.

"Oooh, yes, sir, give it, knock me up, please,".

"OOOOOH, FUCK!" yelled Danny, feeling waves of pleasure as a fourth, fifth
and sixth shot of spunk unloaded from his cock. This was by far the most
intense orgasm so far. They were getting stronger as the night went on.

His orgasm slowly subsided. The two men panted for a minute, catching their
breath. Danny looked up at the man, caught his eye and they both smiled.

"That was fantastic, young one," said the man.

"It was... wow!"

Danny slowly pulled out; another gush of spunk flooded out. He located the
large butt plug and swiftly pushed it back into the swollen cunt. The
carrier lowered his legs and pulled himself into a sitting position on the
bed, his back resting against the rear of the booth. Danny looked at his
watch. 45 minutes had passed since he had entered the club.

"I need to go... Although I don't want to," said Danny, still feeling
lustful at the sight of the huge man and his large, perfect body.

"No problem, sir. Give me a kiss before you go," replied the giant.

Danny moved up to the giant. His small, smooth jaw contrasting starkly with
the older man's bearded face. They kissed deeply. The giant's shovel hands
caressed the donor's back, his huge, wet pecs pressing against Danny's
own. They broke the kiss.

"Don't forget to mark me. Number 10," said the man to Danny.

Danny reached over for the marker pen on the side-table, the giant turning
around onto his knees so that he could reach up to the huge, muscular back
and draw a line over four lines, marking 10 loads.

"Thank you, kind master. Our babies will be beautiful," said the giant.

Danny crawled off the bed, placing the marker pen back down. He didn't want
to leave.

"Do you come here often?" said Danny, a little nervously.

"Once I'm pregnant... No. But sometimes if I'm super horny. It's quite
expensive to come," replied the giant.

"Ah... cool. Give me your number. I want to meet you again," said Danny
with a little more confidence.

"Of course," said the giant. He reached for the pen, beckoned Danny to him
and wrote his number on Danny's inner forearm. They both looked at each
other in the eye, smiling. There was a spark and they both could sense it.

"I must go," Danny said, moving to the door.

"I understand. Thanks for the fuck. See you soon, sir," said the handsome
giant, relaxing again onto the leather bed.

Danny exited the door and moved back into the corridor. It closed behind
him. He looked down to the end of the now empty corridor.  He was about to
look back at the giant when he heard someone shout his name from the
entrance of the corridor. It was Max Hardy.

"Hello, Grundy. Had fun so far?" he asked with a nasty grin. Danny again
couldn't help but admire Hardy's muscled, hairy physique. He walked
forwards, past the other booths towards him.

"Definitely," said Danny, forgetting the giant.

"I know it's only been 45 minutes, but I've just found two really hot
carriers in a booth, father and son! I mentioned I was here with you and
they both want to be knocked up together. They're a bit picky though,
unusually. Think you'll meet their approval though. Wanna plant some seed
together?" asked Hardy in a serious tone, as though he was attempting to
make a business deal.

"What? Yeah. That sounds fucking hot," said Danny, he eyes lighting
up. "Lead the way," he said, stroking his still aching member.

"Let's go, this going to be good," replied Hardy, massaging his huge,
throbbing cock with a grin.

**************

End of Part 1.

Carrier - A male with a female reproductive system, usually producing one
child.

Donor - A male that can impregnate a carrier, usually creating one child.

Super-carrier - An extra fertile male that can release multiple eggs in one
cycle.

Super-donor - A male with super-strong sperm that can break an egg/eggs
into multiples.

The Crisis - A state of world war on earth around 70 years previous to the
story. The war led to a huge loss of life, releasing toxins into the
atmosphere, mutating males into carriers and donors and destroying almost
all of females.

The Nurseries -- Huge complexes that raise offspring.

Offspring -- Name for the babies that carriers bear.

Danny Grundy -- Looks like Taylor Lautner in the Twilight movies.

Max Hardy -- Looks like Henry Cavill, post super-man and more buff.

The Turk carrier -- Google Huran Yilmaz.

The twink carrier -- A lighter skinned Zayn Malik.

The giant carrier -- Looks like Olivier Richter, AKA The Dutch Giant