His New Life

 "We don't always get to play the hand we want. But sometimes, we get the hand we need, whether we realize it or not."

Extra tags: malesub, breeding_slave

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It had been 8 months.

It had started with a simple manifest of food to be delivered 50 miles southwest. No big deal, he'd told himself. Other work had been slow, and it was an easy payday. They'd reached their overnight campsite with no issues, nor were there any issues throughout the night, though one of the guards swore he saw something watching them in the trees.

The next day, they'd barely covered a mile when it happened. The attack had been swift, and very effective. Most of the guards were dispatched within seconds, and the last one fled, tail between his legs. The other merchant, a woman, was quickly killed as well. Before he could reach his dagger-his only weapon-a spear was at his throat.

"Don't." the woman told him threateningly. He felt his dagger get pulled from it's sheath and heard it clang as it was cast aside. Two more women emerged, holding a long wooden bar and some rope. He knew better than to resist as his hands and feet were tied to the bar, leaving him trussed up like a turkey. 

They hoisted it over their broad shoulders, carrying him with ease. His heart pumped fearfully. What did these strange women have in store for him? Was he to be sacrificed to a pagan god? Eaten for nutrition? Fed to some carnivorous plant? Thoughts raced around his head, each one more stomach-churning than the last.

They carried him through the forest, eventually coming to a tribal village. Tents of cloth and fur. There were dozens of naked women who stopped what they were doing to stare at him. They exchanged whispers excitedly. He could feel his heart beating faster still.

His captors stopped outside a larger tent. They stripped him naked and untied his legs before carrying him inside. Upon a crudely fashioned wooden chair sat what he supposed was the leader of the tribe. She was a beautiful woman with dark brown skin, a toned but full body, long black hair and gentle features.

"A prisoner, Mother Gatreen." One of his captors spoke.

"A male prisoner, at that." The other one added.

"Hmm..." Mother Gatreen walked around him, talking to herself "Handsome, hairy, rather well fed, and an impressive tool... It seems that we are blessed by the forest this day."

"What shall we do, Mother?" Another woman asked.

"Have him prepared for me." She had caressed his face and spoken to him "Prepare your mind and body, young one~"

The two captors took him to a small spring nearby, and washed him from head to toe. At one point, the younger of the two took his cock in her hand, only for the other one to smack it away. "Mother Gatreen gets him first."

"But I-"

"No buts!" The elder barked "Do you want to be exiled? Return to that life you led before the tribe?"

"No, Ma'am."

He knew better than to ask questions of his own, but a gulp of fear put a smile on both women's faces. After that, he was taken to another tent, where the two captors tied him to a post inside, placing a collection of furs below him for comfort. Mother Gatreen had entered shortly afterwards.

She smiled and joined him on the makeshift bed, running a hand down his torso "Have you prepared your mind and body?"

"Prepared them for what?" he'd asked, unable to keep fear out of his voice.

She answered his question by wrapping a hand around his cock and stroking. "You are to be our tribe's breeding bull. I am sorry to rob you of the life you hoped to lead before, but take comfort in the knowledge that you shall enjoy your new life with us just as much~"

"But I haven't even-aahn..."

"Hush now... Just lay back, and allow me to be the gateway to your new life..."

Her soft skin, her plump breasts. The way she sucked him fervently yet lovingly. The hawk-like perching on his tip, before taking him all the way to the base and riding him to 3 orgasms, allowed to him by a ritual brew concocted by the tribe's wisewoman. Her desire to bear his children was apparent, as each time he got close, she slammed down onto his cock and made sure that he shot as deep inside her as she could.

That was just the first night. And it had been 8 months since then.

8 months of being dragged off to a different woman's bed every night to have his wrists tied to a post so he couldn't escape as she got on top of him. 8 months of being teased over getting hard surrounded by so many naked women, because of course they forced him to be naked too. 8 months of... of watching the bellies of the women swell with new life.

And yet, it was 8 months of being cared for. Of being caressed by loving and increasingly skillful hands. Of dining on fresher meats than he could have hoped for in the cities. Of being protected from the dangers of the forest by his new guardians. Lately, his captors had even granted him the choice of who he wished to breed with next.

And despite everything, he still felt a sense of pride and contentment. He might have been nothing but a breeding slave, but the women of the village valued such a thing very highly. Indeed, he felt more valued here than he had as a merchant.

And as he shot his 2nd load of tonight into Mother Gatreen, she looked into his eyes with genuine love, cupping his face and bringing his lips to hers. Their tongues did not touch, but Mother Gatreen's moan against his lips felt even better. The kiss broke, and she gently whispered "Good bull... be sure to fill me up lots, okay?~"

He smiled "Until your body swells with my children, Mother..."

She kissed him again, and he felt the stamina brew hardening his cock. No, all things considered, he didn't mind his new life as much now...