Au Pair Pt. 06

Content Warning: trans man character (man with a pussy), dilf, age difference, relationship with a power imbalance, manipulation, boss/employee, dubcon, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, pussy fisting, masturbation, rough sex

Author Note: Just a heads up, this story is going to consistently be fairly dark so mind the tags!

Noah didn't remember getting home, let alone showering or climbing into Tony's bed but he must have considering he woke up there sometime the next afternoon in a much cleaner state than he'd had any right to expect after the night he'd had.

Laying there, Noah struggled to remember what all he'd gotten up to at the club after those first few drinks, and while most of it was a jumbled haze of pounding music, blinding neon, and mind-blowing sex, the former teacher could remember enough to be embarrassed.

Shame burned through him, churning his already unsteady gut as he rolled over and buried his face in the pillow while he tried to catch his breath. Images flashed tortuously behind his eyelids while he lay there: getting throat-fucked by Tony in the VIP room, the hungry caress of the prostitute he'd let fuck him on stage, playing the prostitute himself in exchange for drugs...

Letting Tommy have a go at him as the ecstasy hit and only being able to come once Tony stepped in and fucked him so hard he blacked out... god he'd never live it down-- assuming he ever got Tommy to even talk to him again.

There had been someone else, too-- a big man plowing his cunt like his life depended on it during the drive back... or had that just been Tony?

Head swimming, Noah forced himself to sit up and immediately regretted it when his stomach rebelled. He tumbled out of bed and made it to the toilet just in time to purge the previous night's excesses. He felt better when he did, so much so he suspected he must have taken some pain killers before falling into bed the night before.

Fortunately, Jenna had slept over at a friend's the night previous for a birthday party and wasn't due back for a few hours yet, giving Noah some time to get his shit together. So he ate something, took a few more painkillers, then went out to enjoy his coffee poolside in a pair of short-cropped gym shorts while he checked his email and socials.

Given how much Tony was paying him Noah had put his Fansonly on hiatus for the time being but he was still getting regular requests for his return. His fans had been particularly into the last stream he'd done with Tony but while the mob boss had obviously gotten off on being recorded once, he hadn't been interested in doing more as yet. Noah wasn't particularly interested in asking him to, either, not with how frequently his boss was fucking him already...

No doubt he'd make a pretty penny selling videos of all the rough and raw fucking they'd been doing, though. Noah's fans would pay out fistfuls of cash for a chance to witness Tony's huge cock turn his pussy inside out then pump him full of come like a living eclair.

"Fuck," Noah whispered quietly to himself at the thought, chewing absently at the nail of one thumb while he kept scrolling with the other, thighs unconsciously clenched tight and stimulating his throbbing t-dick. "Fucking bastard," he muttered under his breath, pulse quickening to the point he felt it pounding deep in his battered cunt when he checked his camera roll to find pictures of his own debauched, unconscious body laid out in one of the private rooms that Tony must have taken after fucking Noah while he was blacked out. He'd never seen himself looking so completely... obscene, legs akimbo, mouth hanging open, semen leaking freely from his wet, pink pussy.

Part of him hated Tony for taking advantage of him when he was so clearly out of his head on drugs and booze, but part of him... part of him thought those pictures of his wrecked, helpless, used body were the hottest thing he'd ever seen.

"God, I've let him turn me into such a pathetic slut," Noah groaned quietly, self-castigating words heavy with arousal as he slipped his hand down the front of his shorts and immediately set to playing with his throbbing clit.

Nipples hard as he lay stretched out on a lawn chair in the afternoon sun masturbating shamelessly to salacious pictures of his own unconscious and brutally debauched body, Noah's thumb hovered over the delete button. The door onto the patio opened behind them and Noah selected the 'hide' option on impulse and quickly pulled his hand out of his pants as he looked around to see Tony himself approaching, clad in slacks and a polo-shirt, looking no worse for wear after a night of partying and getting up early enough to make a lunch meeting.

"There's my slutty sleeping beauty," Tony said as he approached with a wicked smile on his handsome, bearded face. "Thought I might have to wake you with a kiss after all that fun you had last night," he added then leaned down to press just such a kiss to Noah's lips.

Still seething despite the arousal burning through him like a wildfire after masturbating to photo evidence of that 'fun', Noah gave Tony's bottom lip a sharp nip-- sharp enough to make his boss flinch back with a scowl.

Whatever gratification Noah might have felt getting a rise out of the older man it was quickly snuffed when Tony gave him a light, but sharp, slap across the face with one of his big, heavy palms.

The sting of it startled a gasp from him and, to his shame, the orgasm he had brought himself to the edge of while masturbating before Tony interrupted him popped like fireworks on the fourth of July. It took everything in him not to moan but without him even noticing, Noah still spread his previously tight-clenched thighs in an unconscious show of submission to the older man-- a result of Tony's deliberate efforts to break the younger man in and mold him to his will. To the mob boss Noah was a pretty, willful mare to break and train to make it easier to accept a stallion and all the foals that would follow, after all...

Tony leaned in for a second kiss after pinning his au pair with a stern look and this time Noah parted his lips obediently and let his boss slide his tongue into his mouth to twine with, and then dominate, his own. He was insistent, rough, and demanding, plunging deep into the recesses of Noah's mouth as if intent on devouring the younger man whole with a single kiss.

When he finally pulled away, Noah was breathless and flushed, brows knit with irritation at the way his boss forced himself on him, but undeniably aroused by his forceful touch. The state of him seemed to please the mob boss as he smiled smugly and patted the younger man's freshly slapped cheek affectionately then said, "That's more like it. Now, what's got my pretty little whore's panties in a twist? Not enough sleep after all those cocks you rode last night?"

Mortified, Noah dropped his phone and pressed his hands to his face, skin hot under his palms. "You don't have to remind me!"

"Of what? What a shameless slut you were last night?"

"Yes! I don't need to remember that!" Noah snapped irritably, refusing to look at his boss for fear of how his own body might betray him.

There was a sound of furniture scraping over the patio as Tony dragged a second seat in close but Noah didn't have time to look up before the older man growled, "Yes you do, boy. You're my personal whore and I won't let you forget that so long as I'm fucking paying you," in a rough, low voice as he leaned in close and planted one hand on Noah's chest to hold him firmly in place, then slid the other up the inside of his shorts to tease his bare and leaking pussy.

The mob boss laughed out loud when he found Noah already sopping wet and ready to go while the au pair dropped his hands to grip tight at the arm pinning him to his chair, refusing to open his eyes to look Tony in the face. "Wait," he gasped pathetically as two of Tony's fingers slid inside of him with no resistance.

"Bitch, I own this whore cunt of yours, or have you forgotten?" Tony growled as he began to finger-fuck his au pair. "Now say it-- tell me whose pussy this is?"

Squirming helplessly under Tony's hand on his chest, Noah tried to resist at first, but even after the hard use his body had seen the night before, his boss was simply too good-- too adept at pressing his buttons to resist. The older, larger man played his whore body like Beethoven would a goddamn piano and Noah was no more capable of putting up any sort of real resistance than a mindless instrument.

"Yours! It's yours!" he capitulated almost immediately as Tony moved rapidly from two fingers, to three, to four-- plunging powerfully in and out of his pussy while his thumb teased the fat stub of his clit.

"That's right, baby," Tony practically purred, pleased by his answer. "You know what I'm going to do with it?" he asked, fingers schlupping wetly with every thrust of his arm, curving to drag harshly at all of the most tender spots in Noah's pussy. Rapidly losing his coherence under his employer's rigorous assault, Noah could barely manage to shake his head in response. When he did, though, Tony leaned in close to Noah's ear and answered, "Whatever the fuck I want."

Tony pulled his fingers free for a moment, then thrust his entire hand up into Noah's cunt.

The au pair moaned and thrashed weakly in Tony's grasp, eyes fluttering as the lust swollen lips of his pussy were forced open wide by Tony's hand and wrist. A half-hearted, pathetic yowl of protest tore it's way free of his chest when Tony pulled his hand out again, only to thrust it in once more, deeper this time.

"That's it baby, fuck yeah-- take it! Take it you fucking whore," Tony growled, low and possessive and he proceeded to fist Noah's cunt. "Couldn't keep your legs closed last night so you sure as fuck don't get to keep them closed now!"

When Noah managed to open his eyes, it was to find Tony staring right into his face, seeming to drink in his every twitch and moan. His gaze was so intense Noah couldn't bring himself to hold it for long and looked down at his abdomen instead, transfixed by the way the surface of his flat belly surged and stretched under the rough assault on his body from within. Tony was working his way deeper and deeper inside of him until Noah's cunt was warmed up and stretched enough he was taking half of his forearm, too overstimulated to even scream properly as the older man's fist ruthlessly battered his cervix.

"Shoulda' done this while that bitchless little friend of yours was watching last night," Tony said with a lascivious grin when Noah shook his head in protest even as his pussy released a fresh flood of slick at the very thought. "Lying little slut," he said with a laugh, moving his arm around to churn his fist deeply inside of Noah, both of them admiring the way they could make out his movements under the layers of Noah's skin, muscles, and organs. "You love being a whore, don't you? You love being my whore or you wouldn't have begged me to fuck you in front of him!"

"No!" Noah moaned plaintively though the fact that one of his hands was tugging at his nipple piercings while the other stroked the twitching length of his fat clit completely undermined his protests.

"Say it, slut! Say it or I'll stop fist-fucking this whore cunt of yours right now! What are you!"

"Your whore!" Noah immediately cried out at the slightest hint his boss might stop fisting him. "I'm your filthy fucking whore, daddy! Don't stop fucking me! Don't stop! I need you! I need you I need you I need you I nee-"

Tony dragged his fist out of Noah with a wet 'schlup' and the au pair sobbed at the betrayal but wasn't left wanting long as Tony briefly stood, dragged off his shorts, then straddled Noah's lawn chair and pushed his rigid cock up into his sloppy, gaping cunt in a single thrust. Noah's moan in response was cut short when the larger man grabbed the au pair by the throat for leverage and set to fucking him.

Noah came immediately, writhing frenetically under the fierce press of Tony's hands and body while the man fucked him raw. Tony had a big fist and arm but Noah somehow felt fuller when his boss' cock was inside of him. It felt good-- it felt right having Tony hold him down and fuck him like this, same as it always did. It was a shameful fact he could never admit to himself when he was in his right mind, but now, tattered fragments of his own self-respect eaten up lust to the point he couldn't even remember the concept of shame, there was nowhere else Noah would rather be.

"That's right, boy," Tony panted over him, their breath mingling in the narrow space between them. "You know what you are-- where you're meant to be. You're a born breeder, embrace it. Bitch with a fine little body like yours was made to live on his back with his legs spread!" The big man grunted with effort, sweat trickling down his temple to glide over the thickly corded muscles of his neck and disappear into his chest hair as he slammed his hips into Noah's so the slap of their skin echoed across the patio along with the au pair's simpering cries.

The lawn chair, a sturdy wood and fabric construction, rattled and jumped with the force of their coupling, straining to hold up under the assault as much as Noah was. The wooden joints began to creak and squeal alarmingly as Noah himself began to wail, tears streaming down his face. "Stop!" he begged, eyes rolling back in his head. "You're going-- FUCK! You're going to break me! Daddy please!" Tony's much greater weight was crushing him into the fabric sling of the lawn chair, leaving him gasping for breath and utterly at his boss' mercy.

It took a moment, but Tony lightened up his assault fractionally, though in return he picked up the pace, subjecting his bitch to a new flavor of brutality in lieu of the old one.

"Fuck this pussy! FUCK this pussy! I fucking love it!" Tony roared, laughing like a mad man as he wrapped his thick arms around the au pair to crush his lean, vulnerable body to his chest and raped him into submission. He leaned back unexpectedly then and grabbed Noah by the chin, forcing the au pair to look him in the face. "You're mine," he declared, tempo of his hips slow now, but penetrating, as if to drive the point home. His grip on Noah's chin was so tight he couldn't reply, but it was obvious the mob boss didn't want an answer, he wanted compliance-- his whore's complete submission to his will... and he got it.

Tony came with a low, animal groan, hips still rolling, slow and steady as he poured his seed into Noah's battered body.

"That's it," he muttered softly when he looked down at Noah again where the younger man sprawled weak and trembling on the lawn chair beneath him. "Good boy, take it all. Take it," Tony continued, expression gentle and affectionate now but for the unnerving fervor behind his eyes as they traced up the length of Noah's helpless body at pace with his hands.

His touch was calloused but tender as his hands roved from Noah's slender neck, over his chest and still stiff nipples to his flanks, before settling at his waist where he let his thumbs graze over the flat, smooth surface of the au pair's belly. Tony continued touching Noah that way, the gentleness of it after the brutal way the man had made use of him just moments before leaving the younger man's head spinning.

"You're so perfect, baby. Nobody takes me like you do," Tony all but purred as he leaned down and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to Noah's lips. When they broke he slid his tongue briefly back into the au pair's mouth to taste him, then pressed another kiss to the corner of his mouth and murmured, "I love you."

It was too much. It was all too much and Noah's mind felt so shattered in the wake of their savage lovemaking and a long night of drugs, sex, and alcohol that all he could manage to feel on hearing those three words were blind acceptance and a strange sense of relief.

"I-I love you too," he panted hazily, eyes dazed and unfocused as he tilted his head back and let Tony kiss him again.

Letting go... letting go and letting Tony take control, use him as he pleased, came with a release Noah was coming to find addictive.

~~~

Weeks passed and while Tony seemed busy with 'work' outside the house it was rare a day passed when he didn't claim his contractually allocated time with Noah. In fact, as they all grew closer as something very like a family-- father, daughter, and au pair, Tony pushed the very limits of the contract they'd signed. Living together as they were, and relentless as the mob boss was in his affections, it grew far too easy for Noah himself to loose track of the days and what services he owed when. Many were the nights when he would wake up to find Tony not just sliding into bed with him, but already on top of him, stiff cock slipping easily between the folds of the au pair's pussy and into the slick, unguarded chamber within.

Noah called him on it every time, and while Tony would always back off if he insisted, the younger man had less and less energy to do so. It was too easy to chide the man and then just... let him continue so he could ride an orgasm into a good night's sleep. Truth be told, the days when Tony didn't come home were the hardest, though Noah would never, ever, admit as much aloud.

And they only grew more difficult, to the point Noah felt like an addict itching for his next hit, but instead of drugs he craved a good, hard fucking. He spent all day with Jenna, and while the little girl continued to be a delight to be around and teach, Noah's heart began to race every time Tony came home and he could start counting down to the girl's bed time when her father would inevitably come find and claim him.

He continued to take his birth control pills with regularity that bordered on religious, though. Tony talked constantly about knocking him up when they fucked and Noah's life was off the rails enough as a newly minted professional sex worker and au pair that getting pregnant was the last thing he wanted to deal with. Every day he thanked god he'd gotten his prescription renewed right before accepting Tony's job offer.

It got harder and harder to see Dante, too. Noah used Jenna as an excuse constantly to put off going to see the other man while also being so desperate to cling to some kind of normalcy that he couldn't bring himself to break things off outright. The sex hadn't gotten any better, though Noah still tried.

The last night they spent together Noah straddled and rode Dante, hunting for some release using his boyfriend's increasingly inadequate cock while fantasizing about his boss when he leaned back and looked down at himself. It wasn't an angle he got much these days-- Tony was so dominant in bed it was rare that Noah spent any real length of time on top of him, so he hadn't noticed the slight swelling in his belly.

An electric frisson of horror sent Noah tight as a vice around Dante's cock and his boyfriend came immediately with a moan while Noah faked an orgasm of his own and clambered right off.

"Fuck that was good," Dante groaned then gave Noah an affectionate slap on the ass on his way to the bathroom.

"Yeah," Noah replied distantly and turned to look at himself in the mirror that hung on the wall after the door shut behind him. He turned slowly so he stood in profile and, sure enough, there was a slight bump where once his belly had been flat.

Heart pounding, mind reeling, Noah pressed his hands to it as if that might make it somehow disappear. It was subtle, so much so it hadn't started affecting the fit of his pants and, most importantly, could definitely just be some normal weight gain.

The fact that, combined with his usual gym time, all the high-energy fucking he'd been doing with Tony on the daily meant he'd been working out even more than usual, was one blind terror made him refuse to face.

"Not staying the night?" Dante asked, surprised, considering the lateness of the hour. It was a silly question to ask, though, considering Noah was fully dressed and grabbing up his bag.

"Yeah, sorry, just remembered I have an appointment first thing in the morning," Noah lied through his teeth with a smile.

"See you next weekend?"

"Yeah, for sure," Noah lied on his way out the door, unsatisfying sex with his milquetoast boyfriend the last thing on his mind in that moment.

~~~

One trip to a twenty-four hour drugstore and a tense drive back to Tony's estate later, Noah sat on the toilet staring at a pregnancy test as he waited for the result to come back.

Negative. It had to come back negative. Sure, Tony's talk of knocking him up was hot in bed but he couldn't actually have the man's baby. Just because he liked kids didn't mean he wanted to push one out himself!

Visions of himself pregnant, belly bloated with a criminal's offspring swam before Noah's minds eye as he stared past the pregnancy test at the tile floor without really seeing it. Horror at the prospect sat heavy in his belly, less cold than he might have expected as the unexpected heat of arousal warmed it.

The au pair shivered, caught between two extremes and mortified by the dichotomy of his own feelings, though moments later horror won out as the results finally came in.

Positive. He was pregnant.

It was late, but all Noah could think, for some reason, was that he needed to tell Tony. The knowledge of his body's betrayal burned in him like a sin that needed to be confessed and the au pair found himself walking towards his boss' office without even realizing. One moment he was in the bathroom attached to his room, and the next he was standing outside the closed door of Tony's office.

Despite the lateness of the hour, the light inside was still on and Noah could hear typing from within. Noah's body betrayed him a second time as his fist seemed to raise of its own accord and knock sharply at the door before him. The au pair snatched it back too late, as if the wood panel had burned him, and his stomach dropped out under him when Tony's familiar voice called, "Come in."

Noah hesitated a moment, but knowing Tony would only come looking for him if he left now, the au pair entered the office like a man on his way to the gallows.

"Thought you were out tonight," Tony remarked after a brief glance up from his laptop where he had it situated on his large, solid desk. How many times had the mob boss bent him over or fucked him on that thing since he amended their contract to make Noah his live-in whore?

A little shiver raced up the au pair's back at the memories, body reacting automatically in an almost Pavlovian pleasure response at his study of the older man's desk.

"You miss me?" Tony teased with a sharp little smile when Noah didn't immediately answer.

"I came back," the younger man said evasively, then, "We need to talk."

Tony raised one brow at the famously weighted words as he glanced up again, then, seeing the serious set of Noah's face, closed his laptop and gave the au pair his full attention. "Alright. Talk."

Having Tony's full attention sometimes felt like sticking a fork in an electrical socket-- it never failed to send a shock right up Noah's spine and the feeling was more intense than usual as his stomach did a flip.

Desperate to get it over and done with, Noah forgot all tact and simply blurted out the truth: "I'm pregnant."

Whatever Tony had expected him to say, it certainly hadn't been that. The mob boss wasn't an easy man to surprise but as he sat frozen in his chair, Noah knew he'd managed to succeed.

"You're sure?"

"Sure as I can be with just a drugstore pregnancy test," Noah said and shrugged, mouth dry as he placed his hands on the barely noticeable swell of his stomach and said, "And there's this."

Tony's gaze dropped to the au pair's belly, expression unreadable for a long moment before finally breaking into the widest smile Noah had ever seen on the man's face. "Seriously?" he asked, rising immediately to step quickly around the desk so he too could feel the subtle change in the other man's body. "Oh, fuck me, baby," he said, clearly delighted by the news.

His boss' delight at the position he'd managed to put Noah in put the au pair on edge. "I-- we can't keep it. I'm not ready. I need... I want this taken care of," Noah tried to insist.

"Oh don't worry, we'll take care of it," Tony said earnestly and premature relief surged through Noah until his boss continued, "I'm going to be a great dad-- you've seen me with Jenna, you know that. God I can't wait to tell her-- she's wanted a little brother or sister for ages, you know," the older man beamed as he continued to stroke Noah's belly, touch gentle but undeniably possessive.

"I can't have a baby!" Noah protested, but he didn't pull away from Tony's hands on his body, either. Allowing the older man to take control was becoming second nature to the au pair now. "I... I want an abortion," he insisted, though with much less vehemence than he would have prior to working for Tony.

The mob boss only snorted. "Oh, baby, you can't do that, remember? You signed a contract."

Should Contractee become pregnant, abortion cannot be pursued without Contractor's consent...

Dawning horror hit Noah like a bucket of cold water as he realized Tony was right. Sure, it was the sort of clause that probably wouldn't hold up in court but he'd have to bring it to court first, which was expensive and time consuming. Not to mention he'd probably be looking over his shoulder for the rest of his life...

Tony leaned in and kissed his au pair, lips gentle and loving as they plied Noah's own and the younger man responded in kind purely on reflex. It was such a normal thing for a man to do when he found out someone was carrying his child that Noah found his thoughts becoming more confused by the moment.

"But--" he protested weakly when Tony broke briefly for air, only to find himself quieted by another languid kiss accompanied by the soft press of an adoring hand to his abdomen.

"Shh, it'll be alright," Tony coaxed him between kisses. "Think of how happy Jenna will be when we tell her. We'll be one big happy family. Hell, baby, you do this for me and I'll marry you, how about that?"

"Marry..." Noah mumbled dizzily as he looked up into Tony's smiling face and his dark, glittering eyes.

"Money, vacations, this house... you can have it all. We can hire a nanny to help with the baby and we'll get that aunt of yours all the help she needs. I've got contacts at that nice hospital downtown-- it'll be no problem."

Tony was offering Noah everything he'd ever wanted or needed-- all it would cost was the last tattered scraps of his dignity...

And his body.

~~~

"My baby in your belly... it'll be a great look on you," Tony murmured in Noah's ear as he drew the young man back against his chest and slid his hands down over his abdomen to pull up his shirt so he could rest his hands over his bare stomach.

The bump was small, only barely perceptible thanks to his familiarity with Noah's body. He'd spent plenty of time stroking his belly, envisioning the day it would finally begin to swell with his child... against all odds, he'd finally done it; he'd impregnated his personal he-bitch.

He'd have to send his brother a thank you card for the fertility pills he'd used to replace the pretty little slut's birth control. Chances were they never would have succeeded without Vic's cutting edge pharmaceutical intervention.

"Don't," Noah replied tightly, though his eyes, too, were locked on their reflection in the nearby mirror.

Still delighted by his au pair's resistance, Tony chuckled and turned them so they stood in profile in front of the mirror, accentuating Noah's minuscule baby-bump. "Don't what? Imagine how fucking amazing you're going to look in nine months?" he asked, stroking Noah's stomach possessively, blood rushing to his dick at the thought. "Too late." Another thought occurred to him as Noah scowled and Tony dragged his hands up the au pair's abdomen, pulling up his shirt in the process so he could fondle his chest and pierced nipples. "Fuck, bet you're going to have great tits too."

"Stop," Noah groaned but he didn't pull away as his boss continued to play with his nipples, pulling at them as if he was milking the younger man.

"Fucking huge tits like a cow," he breathed in Noah's ear as he started to grind his increasingly stiff cock against his ass. He and Vic had stretched their mama to her absolute limits... god he couldn't wait to see Noah like that. He groaned at the mental image and began kissing feverishly at Noah's neck while he let his hands drift and grope at his gorgeous body.

And the bigger he got, the more gorgeous he'd be.

The thought of Noah trapped under the weight of Tony's offspring in his belly, moaning and screaming his way through pushing their child out of his body and into the world was almost enough to make Tony come without even getting his dick wet.

"Come on, Noah," he moaned shamelessly in the younger man's ear as he gently eased the au pair's shorts down over his hips to expose his ass. "I need this-- I need you. Need to see you with my baby in you," he panted and pulled out his dick then pushed the painfully hard, throbbing shaft between Noah's silky thighs to slide teasingly along the deliciously plump lips of his already wet pussy. "Let me make you a mommy, boy."

"I--"

He almost had him, Tony could tell. He just needed a little extra push and Tony knew the button that worked every time.

"Fifty grand cash, tomorrow, right in your bank account on top of your standard pay."

Noah's eyes flew wide as he met Tony's gaze in the mirror and just like that the mob boss knew he had the little slut-- hook, line, and sinker. Nothing loosened the whore's legs and his morals faster than a wad of cash.

"I-- I want it in writing. The money, the wedding... everything."

"Sure, baby, first thing in the morning," Tony said with a smile, elation rushing through him as Noah finally caved to his demands. "Now get up on the desk and spread your legs, I want a good view of that belly while I fuck you."

Noah obeyed and assumed his position, flat on his back on Tony's sturdy wooden desk so the mob boss could finally sink his aching cock into the warm embrace of the younger man's cunt. "God yes," Tony groaned, eyelids fluttered at the relief that came from the heat of Noah's body seeping into his dick. How he had gone most of his life without knowing the utter bliss of boy pussy was something he would never understand now that he'd had a taste.

He'd could never go back, that much was for certain.

Not that he had any desire to, of course. The only thing hotter than boy pussy, he realized as he took a firm grip of Noah's hips and began to thrust up into him, was pregnant boy pussy.

Especially when you were the one that had impregnated it.

Noah moaned as Tony took him and it was music to the man's ears as he let his hands drift up from his whore's hips to the no-longer flat surface of his belly. The swell was minuscule now but he was counting the days until it grew large enough to really bounce when he fucked Noah. "Nnnn, you're such a good boy," Tony groaned. "Knew you'd make a perfect little breeding bitch the moment I clapped eyes on you. You knew it too, didn't you? Knew your body was built for baby-making."

Beneath him, gripping the edge of the desk to keep from sliding too high up, Noah was panting, back arched as Tony's cock hammered the sweet-spot deep in his desperate cunt. "I-- yes," he whimpered pathetically, face flush, lips parted. "I need it!"

"That's right, boy. You didn't even really want that abortion, did you?"

"N-nooo," the younger man wailed, pussy going tight around Tony's shaft as he hovered on the brink of orgasm. "I want your baby, daddy! I'm just a stupid breeder that needs to be knocked up! Breed me! Breed me!"

Tony laughed but put his back into it and fucked Noah so hard his heavy desk jumped. "I already did, you stupid whore, but here, take another load! Take it!"

He came with a grunt and Noah moaned as his boss' seed burst uselessly inside of him, body still craving it despite his already being pregnant. He came too, wailing with the intensity of it, arms and legs both going around Tony when the man leaned in to press a lingering kiss to his lips, smiling.

Jenna was going to be such a good big sister, Tony thought as he came down from his orgasm and pulled out of Noah's quivering body. He'd have to ask her how many little brothers and sisters she wanted-- at least five, right? That'd put them at a tidy half dozen. Then again, Noah was young, maybe they should just go for the full baker's dozen...