Colt woke up the next day, lying on the bed and whimpering at the soreness. On the floor was a tray of food and a book; he knew Dragon had left the book. It was the third time he'd done that. Colt welcomed the book to read about love, romance, and hope. Things that weren't his daily life, the torture, and disgust that Kyng has made of him. He stared at the picture of his son, the eight-pound bundle of joy only one week away from Kyng's demanded date to conceive again.
"Oh, I see you've got another book; I wonder where that came from." Kyng snapped, walking into the room before Colt could hide the book; Dragon stood on his left side, staring at the walls, and Rico was on his right side, looking at the ground. Something was off with them lately and Colt couldn't figure it out. Why would he think Rico teased and picked on him about being here in the first place? And Dragon kept his nose to the ground for so long that Colt didn't notice him until recently.
"I'm sorry Daddy, I just wanted to read something," Colt said as he handed the book over.
"Thicker than water… Nice book. You can keep it. But first, come with me." Kyng snapped fingers, and Dragon walked over, locking a collar around Colts neck. Their eyes closed, and a million words were spoken in that few seconds. With a slight yank, Colt was on his feet and walking behind Kyng; Dragon and Rico followed.
Walking into the nurse's office, Kyng instructed Colt to sit on the bed after he left a urine sample. Rico and Dragon left the two alone in the office.
"How are you feeling today?" Kyng asked and Colt was startled by the sudden tenderness in his voice.
"I'm…I'm fine," Colt whimpered, crawling into himself.
"Can… Can I ask… what's the baby's name?" Colt tested the limits. Either he would know the baby's name or get hit for asking.
"Asmirt Black, he's now 12lbs and 25inch long. When you are positive for pregnancy I'll give you another picture." Kyng spoke low; Colt could only cry; his son's name was Asmirt.
"Hello," The cheerful Dr. walked in with a smile,
"So, Colt, you gave birth nine weeks ago, and from the looks of it, everything seems to be in good shape; I'd say keep to contraception if you're not up for getting pregnant so soon."
"But it won't hurt if he gets pregnant again?" Kyng barked, and the doctor stared at him, confused.
"Why would you want to have another baby so soon?"
"Just answer my question." Kyng snapped standing from his seat.
"N…No. It won't hurt him. He'll need extra care, but other than that, he'll be fine. But I can't predict the future, so I can't say if he'll be affected mentally." The Dr. explained.
"Good," Kyng said, sitting back down; the dr. Finished up with the visit and walked Colt out to the car, intruding Rico to take him home to his bed, ordering him to stay on the bed.
When Kyng got home that night, Colt was still sitting in the middle of the bed, hugging his feet. Kyng smiled to himself at the submissive pose Colt took on. The anticipation was too much for Colt to handle. Kyng was using his fear against him by leaving the room, returning with a snack, or leaving again to take a shower and returning fully clothed. Colt tipped his head, confused, thinking that maybe Kyng wouldn't take him tonight if he fully dressed.
"Lay down," Kyng said, lying Colt on the bed, spooning him from behind, and caging him with his giant arm. No doubt telling Colt that one wrong move, he'll never see his son or live for another day.
"Don't act so nervous. It's not your first time. You know, I've been thinking that maybe it would be nice to go on a vacation with just me and you. What do you think?" Colt's shivers didn't go unnoticed.
"Answer me, Colt."
"Daddy, I'd rather be here with Asmirt. Can you please do it so I can see him sooner? I want to see our son." Colt pleaded, hoping Kyng didn't take this invitation as an order. Kyng sighed and ripped Colt's pants off; Colt squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the rough intuition, but nothing happened.
"You're an idiot to think I'll do what you want." Colt turned his head slightly as Kyng heavily came down on Colt's ass cheek; he cried out. Kyng lubed a finger, roughly pushing into his ass. Colt gasped and whimpered into Kyng's arm that he had wrapped around his neck. Kyng fingered fuck Colt until he was breathless and crying from both pleasure and pain.
"Daddy, I'm sorry, please... Ahhh." Colt cried as he released on the bed sheet.
"Good boy, I was wondering if your dick was broken, I've never seen you come before. Colt whimpered into the pillow as Kyng rolled onto the other side of the bed and went to sleep.
The following day Colt woke to Kyng's dick sticking him in the stomach; for the first time, he got a good look at Kyng. Any other time, Kyng covered his eyes, or it was too dark. His dark brown hair fell over his face, his plump pink lips releasing soft snores. Colt smiled lightly, wanting to touch him, but held back and turned onto his back, wondering if he get in trouble if he went to the bathroom.
"I'm sorry, I need to use the bathroom," Colt whispered as he slid out of bed and tip-toed to the bathroom. He sighed and took a minute to think over last night's events. Cupping his head, it was his first orgasm. He wasn't sure if he could ask Kyng to do that again; it felt so good.
"Are you okay?" Kyng's groggy voice scared Colt off the toilet; he smiled and turned on the water.
"Get in." gulping hard as he and Kyng both got into the shower, Kyng pressed him against the wall sucking on his neck and squeezing his breast. Colt had grown an A-cup size to nurse his son.
"I want to fuck you so bad." Kyng's groggy, deep tone made Colt's legs weak.
"But we can't yet." Kyng snapped, pushing Colt to his knees with a wordless order. Colt did his job as a wife and gave Kyng a blowjob, the most disgusting thing ever.