Zach wanted to kick himself in the nuts so hard. What was he thinking sending a young unbred Genman anywhere near a pregnant one. It was common knowledge that pregnant Genman nearing birth time could barely hold back their urges.
And that, unbred Genman, were susceptible to internal injuries if they weren't bred with care. That said, there was nothing safe about a pregnancy Genman on heat and dying to spread his wild oath into any pucker then find.
"Don't blame him, sir... It was my fault." Ben said. "As soon as I deliver, I will leave the farm. I'm so sorry for what happened last night."
"Ben, I'm just glad Claude is safe and it was you who took care of him." Z said, walking to the two Genmen and wrapped his arms around their necks. "I'm sure you went easy on him for his first breeding, right? You have been good with other first timers. Though, I should have never sent him out last evening with him being so upset, so I'm at fault if anyone is."
Ben let out a sigh of relief, "But, we need to talk about something that happened during the breeding session."
Zach frowned. "What happened?"
"During the breeding, if I'm not mistaken, Claude went through a second ovulation."
Claude's ears perked up. "What is an ovulation, and why is it so important?"
"You have nothing to worry about, Claude." Zach assured him. "There are two young men upstairs. They seem to be very worried about you. I think you should go see them."
Zach waited until Claude was upstairs and turned to Ben. "Are you certain it happened?
"Yes sir, very sure. Everything I put into him stayed, so yes, he is very pregnant."
"Twins, can you beat that, Young Claude is carrying your twins, Ben." Zach said with a smile.
Claude gently knocked on Randy's door and was invited inside. When Randy and Eric saw him, they were all over him.
Eric pulled his head back and sniffed real deep, then his mouth fell open. "Claude, you've been bred."
Randy's mouth was also wide open with shock.
Claude was all smiles.
"Man, you gotta tell us who the father is." Randy and Eric eagerly begged.
Claude sat on the bed and leaned back, still smiling. "The most beautiful, sexy and tender Genman lover in the world, that's who."
"Name, please!" Both boys replied.
"Haha!!" Claude laughed. "Okay, it was Big Ben, and he was wonderful. In fact, he's downstairs talking to Z about something he called a second ovulation, whatever that is... but it must be important because Z was excited about it, and he sent me upstairs."
Randy took out his laptop and entered the phrase "second ovulation during a Genman breeding", hit enter, and all three young men waited for the results that popped up.
TWINS!
Claude's mouth dropped open.
"Boy, when you do something, you do it big time and huge as the house is how you're going to get." Eric said.
Randy felt a bit sorry for Claude. He was sure as hell going to bloat. He put his arm around him. "It's all going to be fine. You have nothing to worry about."
"But let's face it." Eric chimed in. "As good-looking as the two of you are, your children will be beautiful and smart."
Claude had never thought about that. They would make beautiful babies together.
Ben was standing with Zach talking when he had a sharp twinge hit him in his side. Zach grimaced. "Are you okay?"
His gaze naturally glanced lower only to see that his employee's water had broke. Ben just stood there as water dripped. Zach yelled for the boys to get downstairs.
All three boys came stumbling to a halt, only to see the big mess on the floor. A newly transitioned Eric hooked Ben's arm over his shoulder and headed towards their makeshift maternal ward.
Ben was in full-blown labor by the time he arrived at the birthing chair. Zach told the boys to stay and watch the miracle of life. He placed Ben's feet into the stirrups and pulled him into place.
The fluorescent lights hummed overhead as Ben gripped the rails, his knuckles white with tension. The contraction had just peaked, leaving him breathless and trembling.
In a hospital or a better ranch like F & F Ranch Corp, there'd be a monitor beside his chair beeped steadily, tracking both his heart rate and the baby's. There'd even be a bed, not a fucking chair. But alas, there was nothing like that in Zach's ranch.
"Okay, Ben, that was a good one," Z said, reaching for a pair of gloves. "You're at ten centimeters now. It's time."
Ben's new lover Claude, squeezed his hand. "You've got this, babe. Just like we practiced."
Meanwhile, Both Randy and Eric positioned themselves on Ben's other side.
"Remember your breathing. Deep breaths between contractions to help you recover." Z reminded.
Ben nodded, though sweat beaded on his forehead despite the cool breeze flooding through the opened window.
"Alright, Ben," Z said, settling into position. "With the next contraction, I need you to take a deep breath, hold it, and push down like you're taking the biggest shit of your life. Can you do that for me?"
"I think so," Ben panted.
The room fell into a focused silence.
"Here it comes," Z announced. He was so skilled at this that he didn't need a monitor to tell him when the next contraction would happen. "Building... building..."
"Okay, Ben, big breath in... and PUSH!" Z commanded.
Ben bore down with everything he had, his handsome face reddening with the effort. Claude counted under his breath, "One, two, three, four..."
"Keep going, keep going, don't stop!" Z urged. "I can see the head!"
The baby was already starting to crown. At ten seconds, Ben's breath gave out and he collapsed back against the pillow, gasping.
"Good job! That was excellent progress," Z encouraged. "The head is right there. One or two more pushes like that and we'll have this baby."
Another contraction began building, and Ben felt the familiar tightening across his abdomen.
"Alright, this could be it," Z said. "Big breath, and give me everything you've got. Push push push!"
Ben pulled his legs back, took the deepest breath he could manage, and pushed with a primal intensity that surprised even him. The pressure was enormous, overwhelming, but he could feel movement, progress.
"The head is out!" Z announced. "Don't push now, just breathe. Let me suction the mouth and nose."
Ben panted rapidly, trying not to bear down even though every instinct told him to keep pushing. The relief of having the head delivered was immediate and profound.
"Okay, one more push for the shoulders," Z said. "Much easier this time."
With the next contraction, Ben pushed again, and suddenly there was a rush of release, of completion. The baby slipped out in a fluid motion, and the room erupted in activity.
"It's a boy!" Z announced, lifting the baby up. "And he's perfect!"
The baby's cry filled the room - strong, healthy, indignant.
"He's beautiful," Claude whispered, tears streaming down his face, as though it was his and Ben's.
Zach quickly dried the baby. "Time of birth: 11:47 AM."